#would be very nice to see them one last time

[nightingale-prompts]

A Home for Davey

Davey the Revenant Au

It's becoming so clear that Davey doesn't belong here but Bruce couldn't let go that he seemed to fit so well sometimes. He had never given up on anyone let alone his children.

Davey just had special needs. He was still just a little boy. He had his whole life ahead of him.

At least he did.

Constantine hasn't given up trying to get Bruce to see the truth. Davey is dead. He has been dead for a long time now. But Bruce doubted it more and more. He had held Davey in his arms and can feel the warmth of his body and the pulse of his heart. He was a living being.

But he knew very well that "Living" and Davey were always at odds. Davey's obsessive desire to not just die but to be killed was what made him what he was. His singular desire was what kept him here on earth. Bruce could neither let him pursue it nor let him give it up. In either case, Davey would be gone for good just like Constantine warned.

There is no winning.

Jason wanted to take Davey. Allow him to fulfill his obsession and use it to help people. But Bruce could never agree to that. But his nature Davey must be harmed in order to harm others. Could Jason truly stand by and watch Davey wander into the hands of those whose only desire is to hurt children just so Davey can conduct his lengthy psychological attack—mentally tormenting his target to death.

Davey is also kept under constant watch because he can easily escape back into the world and sometimes he still tries. Part of him knew that if Davey did truly escape long enough he'd never come back. The pull of his nature would always overwrite any semblance of humanity he had learned.

It was selfish in a way.

Bruce knew how much Davey struggled in a world that had rules he didn't understand. He didn't understand why people feared or felt uncomfortable around him. He'll he had alienated most of the League and they wayed far from him. It hurt Bruce of course and the kids have tried to be there for Davey. But they knew is was tiring. Davey required 24 hour care and it's taxing cleaning up blood stains and dealing with the sight of the child corpses he leaves behind. Thank, God they disintegrate after a while.

Davey was a sweet kid though. He loved people in a pure way. He didn't expect anything from you but was thankful for any affection you gave. He wanted to be near you and be held. He was just so young when he died and it must have been so horrible for him to be so new to being loved.

But knew he needed to find answers. For Davey's sake. Constantine told him from the start to find Davey's resting place. Taking him back to where he died and performing an appeasement ceremony might be enough to let him rest but they may also have to let Davey finally find his original target. The one who killed him.

They managed to make a trail of each of Davey's kill locations to find where it all started. They narrowed down a location in Madison, Wisconsin. It felt random at first. What could have happened there to create a revenant?

Tim had his theories. He brought up the Native American legend of the Deer Woman. The Deer Woman was a spirit that targeted men who harmed women and children by luring them to their deaths. That is exactly what Davey did. His uncanny ability to find his targets, just by looking at them made sense.

That only made it clearer that Davey couldn't last among humans.

It was settled. They were going to have to take him back there. It was the only way to know for sure. There was a good chance that Davey wouldn't be coming back.

Dinner that evening was quiet. Tomorrow was Davey's last night here. Of course, Davey didn't know that. He just knew that everyone was paying extra attention to him. He got extra cookies from Alfred without having to ask extra nicely.

He didn't really understand what it felt like but he saw that Dick's eyes were red. He saw that in his shows on PBS that that mean sadness. He followed what the TV told him and hugged Dick.

He had learned a lot recently. Like be kind and caring to others because it's the right thing to do. Always comfort your friends and listen to what they need.

Dick said he was okay though. Davey didn't know what to do next.

Tim gave him unlimited tablet time though and he sat on Barbara and Cass's lap all night until he fell asleep at 8, a whole hour after his bedtime.

It was around midnight when Damian snuck into Davey's room. He picked up the 6-year-old and carried him off.

He didn't like Davey but he couldn't let this happen. He didn't know what was going through his father's head. He has never given up on anyone, even if the world thought they deserved it. Why give up on Davey?

Damian knew the answer. He didn't like the answer, none of them did. But was this truly putting Davey first? He didn't do anything wrong but be turned into a revenant. He didn't ask for this. Bruce said he was just going to look for an answer but he didn't need Davey to do that.

Damian didn't care how sad everyone was, they never asked Davey what he wanted. So he was going to stop them from making a stupid decision.

Jason was waiting outside in a car. Damian loaded the sleeping boy in the back and they drove off a quickly as possible.

[fishnapple]

Why will they choose you?

(future spouse/ lover/ partner)

This is a general reading meant for multiple people. Take only what resonates and leave out the rest.

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GROUP 1

The first thing they register about you is you're quite tempting to their eyes. Your physical appearance matches their type. Something about you is seen as ideal. They notice the effort you put in to look beautiful and they will always appreciate it. They want to get closer to you but somehow you elude their grasp, they can never fully get a hold of you. This will make them want you all the more. The mystique won't fade, there's always something to learn more about you, you keep them guessing. Understanding you will be their lifelong project that they might never complete, but they will try nevertheless. 

They like your confidence. You know your worth, you can be proud, arrogant even, but they still like it because it signals that you know the good things in life. You know what to look for, what to chase, what to keep, what to discard. They would imagine life with you will be easier, as you help them discriminate and open their eyes to the things that hold values to them. They will also be proud of themselves for having you by their side. Not as a trophy, but like a mighty ruler, and they're your devoted subject. They sense that, with you, they will be able to weather any storm, they can change for the better. Talking with you will nourish their soul deeply. You will change many of their perspectives. You let them peer deeper into subjects that they never thought they would be interested in. But through you, they will begin to ponder life more seriously and see more magic.

What's interesting here is that you will allow them to express various different energies within themselves in love without shame nor reservation. You make them want to work harder, to embody both the feminine and masculine energy and balance them to be a better partner. They inherently sense that you can provide what they're lacking, they can learn from you and they can complement you too. Your personalities could be very different, opposite even, but somehow, they believe that you guys just fit together nicely.

GROUP 2

This person has a conflicting desire within them that they might not be aware of. They seek both challenges and peace within a relationship. They want someone who can stand up to them, even putting them in their place when they get out of line, someone with enough fire. But they also want someone who is laid back and introverted. This conflicting desire puts them in a dilemma and oftentimes, they find themselves in an unfulfilling relationship. The people they've been with were either too fiery or too timid. But they will find their wish come true in you, that perfect balance. You're both nurturing and strong enough to stand firmly on your own.

One of the reasons why they will choose you is that you will come at the right time of their life, when they want to settle down and have a stable long term commitment with someone. They might have had a player phase, chasing the high of romance with fleeting connections, performing as an ideal love interest. All of this will begin to wear out their heart. They will seek a more lasting companion and a deeper connection with someone.

They will also begin to realise their contradictory wish in a partner and learn to be more reasonable and compromise. You will make the compromise part easier for them as you two seem to mirror and complement each other nicely. You will never run out of ideas to talk about with each other. Both of you will learn to be a better listener, both will feel more brave to explore and exchange ideas that you might deem too outlandish to talk with other people. There will be many things that you can both teach and learn from the other person, so your dynamic will be well balanced, something that they've always wished for.

GROUP 3

This may sound like a contradiction but your future spouse will choose you because you're so different from everything in their life, like a true outsider, someone who they don't expect or imagine will come into their life.

When you come into their life, this person will be in the process of self improvement, of getting out of their shell and be more brave. They have a lot of fears, they're timid and shy. But at one point, they will realise that they can't be like this forever, they will miss out so much, waste their life to a limited and fearful existence. They will actively seek to change, starting from their mindset. They will begin to chase after their dreams, rise above the negative self-talk and gossip from other people. Many will try to dissuade them from moving forward, to keep them in their lane, keep them small and fearful. But your future spouse will try their hardest to ignore that and continue to tread towards their goals.

They will realise the importance of networking and put more effort in connecting with people. While they may not actively seek a partner, they will feel a longing for their other half. Someone to encourage them in their new journey. That's when you step into the picture. They will intuitively sense that you present a healthy choice, that life with you will be just "right", that they will feel nourished and can grow with you. You're someone whom they can imagine living everyday with, as a part of their life. They seek improvement and mastery and you can help them do that. Maybe your habits, your mindset just fit theirs. They will feel like their wish was answered, by embracing changes, the universe will deliver the right person to them and they're you.

GROUP 4

You guys might be friends for quite a while before they develop romantic feelings for you and make their intention known. In the beginning, they might be the chaser and you're the runner. You're always out of their grasp, you don't seem to be too committed to them, maybe you might even entertain some other options. They're the opposite of your light attitude. They're very serious and ambitious. When they want something or someone, they will devise an intricate plan to get to their target, even when they have to play the long game.

Not going to lie, They're tempted to tame you, to make you see them in a different light and commit to them. You present a much needed lightheartedness in their life. They're intense, usually, when they're attracted to someone, they make their intentions known immediately and proceed with the relationship at a fast, decisive speed. But with you, they can't, they will need to access a softer part of themselves, be more patient and intuitive, and they like being that.

They could have some secret parts of themselves that they hide from the world. They project a very strong masculine energy, being active and not very emotional. But with you, they can express their other hidden part, the one that is nurturing and vulnerable. They feel like they don't have to try too hard, to prove a point or to be constantly in a defensive mode. They can display their childlike enthusiasm, their playful spirit with you. They can trust that you can be their friend first and foremost. 

[prettiestmini]

would you write professor!james kelly x student!reader where they’ve been eyeing each other for months & when she gets a bad grade he asks her to stay after class. she then seduces him (not much needed tbh) & he fcks her on his desk..🤭

FAILING

A oneshot ೃ࿔*:･

Professor!James Kelly x College!Student Reader

Warnings: foul language, spanking, fingering, degradation, doggystyle (over desk), clit slapping, tiny bit of spitting.

Hi! The dividers aren’t mine <3 but by @cafekitsune feedback is greatly appreciated! I suck, I didn’t fulfill the ask correctly </3

The end of the school year was nearing at the university, meaning you were about to get your masters. Between exams and the constant obligation to clock in every night, you had started to drag your feet a bit in Mr. Kelly’s class.

Your grades were normally pretty good.. it was robotics after all. And the tutoring sessions he gave after hours were.. pleasurable to say the very least. Now obviously you didn’t know that your grades in his class were slipping.. but he certainly did.

Nearing the end of the lecture while everyone took notes, Mr. Kelly looked up from his desk— immediately locking eyes with you. ‘ Y/n… see me after class.’ You quietly nodded, smiling at him like always but it wasn’t recuperated. Odd.. he always smiled back.

You eyed the clock in anticipation, trying to be patient. Your fingers drummed on the keys, idly writing the notes provided. The class was quiet, everyone tending to their own devices.

And finally, after what felt like hours— that esteemed bell rang. Prompting everyone to stand and pack up, slowly packing your things one by one. Taking your precious sweet time, by the time your bag was zipped the last person left the room.

Smiling, you strolled down the stairs to stand in front of his desk. ‘ Hi.‘ he glanced up at you, before leaning over to reach into one of his filing cabinets. Pulling out three pieces of paper, and laying them out in front of you. Before standing directly behind you. ‘ What do those say darling?’

‘ They… say failing .. in red..’ You mumbled, looking away from the papers. ‘ uh uh, look at them’ he grabbed the back of your neck, forcing your head down. ‘ What does it say.’ Reluctantly, you read out the grading.

‘ Thirty-three percent correct out of one hundred.. sixty-three percent correct out of one hundred.. And— twelve percent correct out of one hundred.’ Your embarrassment was palpable, you could’ve sworn these were easy.

James leaned over, hard chest pressing against your soft back. His hands rested against the cold edge of the large mahogany desk, caging you in. His warm breath ghosting over your neck as he leaned into your ear. You stared straight at the board.

‘ Do you think because I bend you over and fuck your brains out during these sessions, that you can fail my tests?’ His voice was stern, but loud enough for you to hear.

‘ N-no sir..’ you stuttered out,, but hummed, ‘ Ironic enough, last session I was rewarding you. But I guess that won’t be the case this evening..’

James pulled away, walking around the desk and sitting in his chair. Legs spread nice and wide, glancing down for a moment before making eye contact. You stood there, waiting for him to give you directions.. and the silence was excruciating.

He tilted his head, gesturing for you to come here with his fingers. And you obediently walked over, standing in front of him. ‘ Bend over, hands on the desk. You know the routine.’

Leaning over the desk, pressing your chest against the cold mahogany. Your palms were flat under you, bent over to his piercing gaze. You could feel him eyeing you, and your heart pounded with anticipation.

The silence was extremely loud.. then you heard him rise from the chair. James was standing directly behind your form now, finger trailing down the curve of your spine. ‘ Perfectly arched.. that’s my girl, Atleast you can do something right.’

Your breath hitched at that, his hands pulling your dress up to bunch it around your waist. He chuckled, ‘ Well, look at these pretty blue panties..’ he traced the lace of the ends— pressing on the wet spot, before ripping the flimsy material off.

You yelped but stayed in place, his actions exposing your slick folds to the cold room. Shuddering, you exhaled softly. ‘ I’m so disappointed in you sugar.. now you have to learn.’ His large hand traced your ass, squeezing it.

Then suddenly, his hand cracked down onto your ass. Extracting a loud whimper from you, right ass cheek stinging. ‘ Count.’ He said it with no room for questions, and you ultimately obeyed.

His other hand harshly slapped your other ass cheek, caressing the red skin. ‘Two..’ you mumbled out, heat pooling between your thighs. ‘ You’re supposed be my best student sweetheart.. but I guess you’re too good for that huh?’

His hand harshly slapped your ass again, making your knees buckle. ‘ B-but I am—‘ he cut you off swiftly with another welt to your ass. ‘ I said count.’ Your lip quivered ‘three.. four..’ His big hands kneaded at the skin, it was soothing.. but didn’t last for long.

‘ You think it’s okay for you to not take my class seriously?’ Crack! Another cruel slap to your ass, your mind was getting fuzzy. ‘Five…’ you mumbled out.. Your folds were glistening with arousal. ‘ Such a whore, getting off on this.. ‘

James kissed his teeth, stepping back. He looked at your weeping pussy, needy hole clenching around nothing. ‘ Fuck.. look at you’ his fingers trailed down, gathering your essence on his fingers.

‘ You always do enjoy when I make this pretty ass turn red..’ his thick ring finger circled your hole before sinking in, your eyes immediately fluttered.. a soft whine leaving your lips.

‘ Fuck.. this pussy s’just suckin my finger in.. so greedy’ he slid his middle finger in, plunging them deeper inside of you. Curling them deliciously against that spot that made your eyes cross.

His fingers loudly squelched inside of your hole, curling and thrusting roughly. James’ thumb found your puffy clit, rubbing it in tight circles—eyes rolling back. ‘Nnghh..’ you moaned out

Your hole clenched and fluttered around his fingers, forehead pressed against the cold desk. Mouth sputtering out moans and mumbled curses, thighs shaking.

You were so so fucking close, the pressure building in your abdomen was about to burst— but he abruptly pulled his fingers out. You loudly whined, wiggling your hips at him. Causing a particularly hard slap to hit your ass, prompting you to stop.

‘ Dont rush me, you’re lucky I even fingered this pitiful hole’ his hand going back down to slap your clit, pulling a loud surprised moan from you. Hands gripping at the desk beneath you, with nothing to leverage yourself with.

And he did it again, slapping your clit even harder. Sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine, making you shudder. ‘ F-fuck..’ whining out, you were happily taking anything he would give you at the moment.

He pulled his hand away and you whined again, ‘ Be patient, or I’ll send your sorry ass outta here. I’m being nice today, unless you don’t want me to pound this little hole with my cock?’ You bit your lip ‘ I’m sorry sir…’

‘ That’s what I thought.’ James pushed his jeans down just enough, freeing his achingly hard cock. He leaned down and spat on your weeping hole, taking his cock and dragging it along your folds— smearing his saliva.

You whimpered, lightly pushing your hips back against his cock. He slapped your ass again, making you still. ‘ Relax.’ The head of his cock nudged your entrance, before sliding in with a delightful stretch. Your eyes fluttered, letting out a low moan.

James groaned, feeling your walls clench around him- practically sucking him further in. ‘ Fuck.. you just can’t wait huh?’ His hips snapped to meet yours, burying himself balls deep. Your lips parted in a silent scream, walls fluttering around him.

‘ Fuck.. this feelin never gets old..’ his hips rolled against your ass, he pulled back out until the tip remained— before slamming back in. Creating a rough and steady pace, one hand on your hip and the other pressing your cheek into the desk.

The lecture hall was filled with the sound of skin slapping and your desperate moans. Your mind was fuzzy, the only thing registering being the feeling of him rearranging your guts. ‘ That’s it, take it.’

Every drag of his hips was pure heaven, it was perfectly thick. Nothing could top this feeling of how full and blissed out you felt at the moment. ‘ Fuck.. this ass’ his hand kneaded your asscheek. His heavy balls slapping against your ass after every thrust, fingers digging into your hip.

You were so close already, James let his hand stray from your hip. Gripping your thigh to fold it and pin it up on the desk, and the new angle was divine. Your eyes fluttering closed, his pace sped up. Tip brutally abusing your cervix, his hands went back to your hips.

Pulling your hips back against his brutal thrusts, repeatedly hitting that bundle of nerves. You couldn’t formulate a damn thing, mind foggy and clouded over with pleasure. Mouth open and letting out moan after moan, needy noise after noise.

‘ Please sir— fuck.. I’m gonna cum- wanna cum so bad..’ your legs were trembling, you needed it so so badly. ‘ is that so?’ His hips sped up, he was close too. His balls twitched, hand going down to find your clit. Rubbing it in vigorous circles, making you see stars. ‘ Cum then, it’s the least you can do.’

Your body immediately responded to those words. Back arched against him, mouth falling open in a silent scream. You fluttered around his thick cock, creaming all over him. ‘ Shitt—‘ James groaned, cock burying to the hilt before thick spurts of cum spilled into you.

He sighed, pulling back to look at your hole. Pulling your asscheek back to see his masterpiece, a white ring was around the base of James’ cock. Sticky cum coating the shaft, he chuckled. Slowly pulling out of you, watching as the mix of fluids dribbled from your hole.

‘ You sure do know how to make a mess don’t you?’ His gaze lingered as it ran down your thighs, glancing up to see you slowly sit up from the desk. ‘ Uh huh..’ utterly fucked out, your voice was wobbly and quiet.

He pulled away, tucking himself back into his jeans. Giving your ass a light tap, James spoke. ‘ Good. now get outta here. And make those assignments up, have them on my desk by tomorrow morning.’

Adjusting his belt he sat back into his chair, smirking as you picked up your ruined panties. ‘ You want that masters so bad, you won’t be able to graduate if you’re failing.’

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[luciferlockett]

“Secret Marriage”

Bucky x reader

No Warnings just fluff

Summary : Bucky brings the Thunderbolts round in the mitz of them saving the world during this he forgets to mention he has a wife at home.

You were lounging around your quant house, albeit more modernised than Bucky would have liked but it fit your aesthetic perfectly. Lounging around on your phone doomscrolling with your white cat Alpine of course. You hated when he had to leave for a mission like this especially so unexpected but he assured you he would check in with you during the mission, which you made him promise because you couldn’t handle just texting him over the phone for a couple weeks. No you needed to see him. That brings us to now staying on your phone waiting for a notification to give you the joy that he was on his way back. He didn’t tell you much about his missions but you knew from his demour of that it was a serious one. It scares you a little, losing him, of course it did but you trust him trust that he will uphold his promise in coming home to you every time he abruptly leaves.

You gently stroke Alpine in a way to soothe these godforsaken thoughts when your phone pings with a notification from the man in question however in the estate he informs you that the team he was working with were also staying or a night or two. Great. At least he’ll be home, it just means that maybe you wont be able to show him really how happy you are that he’s back.

Minutes feel like hours but you fill the time by making brownies in hopes it would distract you and plus brownies are the best greeting present, you hadn’t met these guest yet but since they were with Bucky you believed that they must be good people so you were happy to open your home to them.

After repetitively having to remove Alpine from the worktop to prevent her from sampling the brownies which were definitely not cat friendly, you place them in the oven and clean up a little. Almost like clock work you hear the sound of revving from a vehicle you quickly recognised as your husband’s motorcycle. Feeling a little nervous, you made your way to the front door and opened it before he had time to get his keys out. Bucky first in line and greets you with a warm smile and a slow “I missed you, doll.” you could tell from his smile alone he was tired however he didn’t seem to care right now he was just happy to be home. You hug him quickly plantings a small kiss to him jaw as you did. You didn’t want to be rude however so you broke the hug and greeted the rest of the team with a sweet welcoming smile all but one a certain super soldier you didn’t like very much. A little odd you thought a little rough around the edges but they seemed nice. As they finished making their way inside you closed the door bend them and moved t stand by Bucky as obviously you were still a little nervous not having known these people.

“Nice to meet everyone.” You say attempting to provoke some small talk.

Alexei is the first to respond with a loud “Oh very good, thank you for letting us Thunderbolts use your safe house.”

You look at Bucky confused because Thunderbolts? And safe house? This is our home and was the mission they were on that dangerous they needed a safe house.

Bucky quickly tried to soothe the confused expression on your face by guiding his metal arm around your waist and says “For the last time we are not the thunderbolts, This is a one mission deal Alexei.”

The Red Guardian just stares aimlessly at Bucky as if he is speaking in another language and states “My friend, you do not choose the Thunderbolts the Thunderbolts choose you.” Whatever that means.

Yelena quickly hushes him and says “It is very lovely of you having us here” Letting out. Soft no problem you quickly notice another man you recognised to be John Walker. You knew this one all too well and you also knew the problems he caused for your husband. Luckily he stood of to the side and to be frank you preferred that he kept his distance. John was aware of your marriage so he best keep out the way as to not piss you off if he’s almost trying to hide the act he’s here. It was no secret that you didn’t like him so you asked your husband “What is he doing in my house.”

Quickly guiding you off to the kitchen so he could explain away from the rest of the group he says “He’s making himself useful and he’s not the same as he was back then”

“Buck you know I trust your judgment but Walker really I doubt he’s changed for the better, he might want to help now but as soon as something doesn’t benefit him he’s going to revert back to that sad shell of a man he’s always been.” Harsh you know but the point still stands.

“Doll, be nice we need all the help we can get at the moment and if that means having to work with Walker then that’s what we’ll have to do” He sighs then continues “I promise he wont be here for long.” He says with his hands grazing up and down your arms comfortingly.

“Fine but James I swear to god if this man causes any problems in my house you’ll be the one paying for it.” I say trying to be stern

He winces at the use of his first name having only need use for it when you’re emotional or mad.

“Of course… and whilst we’re here I forgot to tell them that we’re married” He rushes out in a quiet voice hoping you wouldn’t hear.

“What?” You say dumbfounded and a little shocked, I mean who invites someone to their wife’s home without telling them who you are. It’s a little disrespectful in your opinion.

“Nothing everything’s good.” He quickly says.

“James why haven’t you told them, you brought them into my house and what they just think I’m a random person that lives with you”

“It’s not like that I swear we just met and I just forgot.” Wow thanks.

Not wanting anything to do with the conversation anymore you huff and move to the oven to take the brownies out, which does make Bucky feel worse as he realises the effort you put into making these people feel welcome in your home. He comes up behind you placing his large arms around your smaller frame and places kisses on your shoulder and neck causing you to let out an involuntary hum in content. Hearing this he smirks against your neck as he whispers apologies and praise to you.

Outside of the kitchen however Walker had already made himself useful by breaking the new to everyone saying something along the lines of not wanting to annoy Barnes or Bucky would hate him even more than he already does. Ava’s the first one to speak this time with a confused “That’s Barnes sister?”

Walker lets out a scoff and says “No no that’s his wife.”

The room is stunned into silence. The infamous Winter Soldier has a wife and a home. The seemingly cold and closed off soldier had a family he’d come home to everyday. Shocking.

“The super soldier has a wife wow he just gets better.” He says with his usual fangirling over him.

“I’ve got to say was not expecting that to come of today. Barnes has a wife how cute.” Yelena says in cooing tone.

As the couple renter the room they are met with the stares of the rest of the Thunderbolts this silence is broken by Alexei bellowing “Winter soldier you are married.” Bucky smiles and lifts your intertwined hand and raises it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on your hand and says “Yes for five years now shes been Mrs Barnes and been giving me a reason to come home everyday.”

A mixture of awws and scoffs are given by the group as Alexei says “Young love” He says dreamily “I remember my first marriage we would go at it like-“

“Uhuh no no I do not want to hear about that” Yelena cuts him off.

You and Bucky sit down next to one another hands still intertwined as you swing your legs over to rest on his lap and prepare to take the groups questions about your so called “secret marriage”.

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[towasdandelion]

Frostheim, Mortkranken and Jabberwock ghouls when you leave a hickey on them

Tohma won't let you live... He loves taking every chance to fluster you, all the while still acting like a gentleman. He does not mind your love bites but will cover them up, maintaining his impeccable looks. But he also doesn't really want to shed light on his love live, valuing your privacy as a couple. He also doesn't want to deal with any annoying potential teasing from his peers. There's no need for them to know what you two do when you're together.

I wouldn't say Jin was upset but, he could definitely feel you were holding back. And he didn't like it. You don't have to be gentle with him, you don't have to be embarrassed. Just give him everything you can offer. That aside, the hickey does not faze him as in, doesn't make him feel flustered. But just because he might be icy doesn't mean doesn't mean he's not feeling anything at all. He secretly loves your warmth, and you'll be able to notice it through his actions.

Luca might feel a bit off guard upon seeing a small mark on his neck but then his expression changes to a warm smile with a hint of blush. He loves you the way you express your affection, hickeys included. Though he probably will cover it up, mostly to avoid listening to Kaito's whine about how he can't get lucky like that. He feels bad for his friends but.. there are limits. Besides, he thinks it's better if he's the only one seeing this side of you. That way no one can make any inappropriate comments.

Kaito is freaking the fuck out out of excitement. You really left a mark on him, he wasn't dreaming!! Be prepared for him to basically flaunt it.. Nope, he's not covering it up. He needs everyone to see how much his girlfriend loves him. And once this one fades, he'll make sure to come back for more. Hell he might come back for more even before that, acting like he's addicted to it from now on.

Jiro is a bit confused until the conversation with you happens. Oh, so that's what Yuri meant? Okay. He acknowledges it but doesn't take it to heart at all. He definitely won't be telling you to hold back with him. He can handle everything you give. Not embarrassed in the slightest. Just a normal aspect of every relationship, he'll say. Still, it doesn't mean he wants you to stop. Quite the opposite. He will only crave more from now on.

Yuri's love language - Insults? He's just very flustered and doesn't know how to process this... This small mark purplish is a good reminder of what was going between you and him just the other day, and he can't help but blush at the thought. He has to scold you. Sorry I don't make the rules, it's Yuri's world you're just living in it! He's not telling you to stop though, praying you'll just get the hint.. if you only pretend that you didn't or dare to tease him.. you'll have to make it up to him later!

Asking Ren to be nice about something is like asking him if he would willingly do any work around Jabberwock. Not happening. That's just how he expresses himself I guess. Yes, that's why he called you a feral animal. But in his eyes, he thinks that's.. kind of affectionate. I mean he's not even serious about it. He has to complain though. How can he not when Haru just won't stop teasing him? His last text kind of makes him panic though. Did he mess up? Feel free to play around with him a little, as a payback.

Okay I feel like Haru compares you to cute small animals on a daily basis but based on the size of he hickey on his neck, he feels like 'anomaly' is a bit more fitting this time... He doesn't really mean to upset or embarrass you, he just simply thinks you're too adorable. If Ren wants to tease him about the bite - he'll just shrug it off, laughing. He simply doesn't care. He cares more about how to make you leave more hickeys on him. And he succeeds, of course.

Towa would never get upset with you (well, maybe only if you're not giving him affection for too long...) so the sight of a small mark on his neck makes him really happy! His Dandelion loves him so much! He's going to walk around the Jabberwock humming happily all day, not even thinking about covering the hickey. Why would he, when he can let everyone know how loving his girlfriend is? Won't hesitate at all and just ask you for more. The more the better!!

[ecstarry]

'The Stores'

James starts working at the video store for the summer and meets Regulus, the guy working at the record store next door.

James had been working on the video store for a week. His manager Remus was nice enough, he kept to himself and spent the entire shift reading. He would probably be better fitted to work on a book store but James didn’t mind the silence. 

The only time Remus would stop reading was to profoundly sigh whenever the volume at the record store next door got too loud. On his first day, James could’ve sworn Remus was going to waltz to the establishment and turn down the music himself. But he just mumbled under his breath and continued reading. 

Seven days in a row this happened until Remus had enough.

“James?” Remus asked.

“Yeah?” 

“You seem like someone people like. You’re sweet, attractive, quite charming.” There was a dissonance between Remus’ monotone voice and what he was saying.

James did not know where this was going. Was this the start of a very inappropriate workplace relationship with his manager? Maybe that’s what his summer needed?

“Sure?” James replied before his pause revealed his thoughts. 

“I do not fit that description. Meaning people don’t respond … well to my requests. I’m going to need you to pay our neighbors a visit and ask them to turn their music down.” Remus said firmly. 

“Ohhh.” 

“What do you mean ‘Oh’? What did you think I was going to say?” 

“I actually had no idea where this was going.” James lied, quickly discarding the thoughts that had briefly crossed his mind. 

Remus simply raised a brow, signaling both that the conversation was over and that he expected James to do as asked.

James nodded and went to the record store. 

He understood why Remus was annoyed, but truthfully James had enjoyed listening to the music they played. He spent the entire week waiting for his paycheck to spend it on some records.

“Hey,” he said as he entered the store. Not loud enough apparently, since the guy organizing the vinyls did not even lift his head. 

James walked towards him and repeated his greeting slightly louder, startling the worker. He barely got to look at him before the guy walked towards the speaker to adjust the volume before coming back to where James was standing. 

“Hi.” 

For a split second James forgot why he was even there. The hottest man he had ever seen was standing in front of him, talking to him. And he had the prettiest eyes and fu- Right. He was talking to him because James had direct orders from his manager to say something. 

“Hey.”

The guy laughed at his sudden shyness. But right then there, James knew he had just found his favorite song of the summer. That laugh.

“I work at the video store.” Was all he could manage to say. 

“I know, James.” 

Hearing his name sent an immediate shiver down his spine. Had he blacked out and introduced himself at some point? Before he could spiral for any longer, the worker spoke again. 

“You are wearing your name tag," he pointed at it. "I’m Regulus, not a psychic.”

“Oh, yeah that makes sense.” A nervous laughter poured out of him. He felt his cheeks flush.

“Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I was just wondering if-” He couldn't finish his thought.

Today had to be James’ lucky day. A breeze drifted through the door, lifting Regulus’ shirt just enough to reveal his briefs and a hint of a happy trail.

“James?” Regulus asked, blushing as he caught James staring.

He tried to gather his thoughts but all he could do was replay the last thirty seconds in his mind.

“Umm, actually it doesn’t matter.... You should stop by the video store some day though.” James leaned into one of the shelves and almost fell, getting another laugh out of Regulus. He thought he might spend every single day trying to hear it again.

“Are you going to be there?”

James nodded enthusiastically. 

“I’ll see you around then James.” Regulus said. A faint curve forming at the edge of his lips.

James came back to the video store practically skipping. 

“I'm guessing it all went smoothly?” Remus asked, taking James out of his own thoughts. 

“Yeah it went great. Actually if you ever need me to talk to them again it’s no problem.” James assured with a grin.

Remus looked at him confused but didn't probe further.

James went back to his place and thought about Regulus.

This was going to be a great fucking summer. 

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Endermite

Debut: Minecraft

Endermite is so funny. You know Endermite? No one talks about Endermite! It's never Endermite who adorns a child's T-shirt or lunchbox. Isn't that sad? No, not really, because Endermite does not do much. But something it DOES do is "be funny", and that's enough for me! Like I always say, "hee hee"!

If you think about it for even just a few seconds, you'll realize that Endermite is actually quite cool! This is a bug from another dimension. Not ACTUALLY from the End, as its name implies, but some sort of realm in between dimensions. The only way they appear is by popping up occasionally when an Ender Pearl is used to teleport, and their existence actually reveals the biggest character flaw with the otherwise-perfect Endermen...

Endermen HATE Endermites! So much! They're the kind of person to hate a very specific bug, to the point of wanting to kill it! An Enderman would say "kill it with fire!" if you showed one a photo of your dear pet Endermite. That's not cool. To be fair, Endermites ARE hostile and try to kill Endermen whenever they get the chance, but counterpoint: a bug can do no wrong.

The reasoning behind adding the Endermites in the first place was to flesh out the Endermens' teleportation mechanic, with the idea that, like players using the Nether, Endermen would use an in-between dimension to travel more quickly. This dimension was full of "bad stuff" like Endermites, which would sometimes end up being brought along to the teleporation destination. So be nice to them! They're away from home, and probably scared!

It's taken me until seeing this screenshot to realize that Endermites actually have some tail-like segments behind the main big middle one! Rather larva-like. My original interpretation of them as incredibly nubby was hilarious, but I like this a lot, too! Makes them feel like they could actually move around, instead of being sessile on a branch like a scale insect.

Once upon a time, Endermites looked rather different than they do now! They were just a retextured Silverfish, and had two black eyes instead of their current single red eye. This design only lasted a little over a month.

But that's long enough to be immortalized in toy form! Endermite merchandise is rare, but it's very cool to see the original design actually got something! A very cute little figure, posed inquisitively. Whatever is over there (points over there) must be rather interesting!

There is also this mini figure, depicting TWO Endermites lurking around a moss block, and I really love it a lot! It may not be very play-ready- unless you want to play with a toy of a living moss block with beloved pet Endermites- but it just looks nice. A little scene! Bugs among the moss. A cute tiny display piece.

There is not much about Endermites, but I think there is enough to appreciate. And maybe something big will come, someday? Dinnerbone has mentioned an "ultimate plan" involving these silly little bugs, possibly involving the Ender Dragon egg... this was said in 2014, and it still has not happened. It most likely will not happen. But maybe it will! And maybe it will be big. Grand. Feature film-worthy. Look forward to "A Mite-y Fine Minecraft Movie", coming to theaters at a point in time!

[jungkoode]

drabble from griffin’s pov???? i think it would be so hilarious 😅😂

AHAHAAHHHAHAH I have been saving this one for a while because I was deciding which one to use it for. So, behold—chapter 12 from our favorite orange menace’s POV.

Or Griffin’s survival guide to stupid humans.

6:47 PM

Sunbeam. Perfect windowsill temperature. Tail positioned for maximum dramatic effect.

Life is good.

7:02 PM

Door slam. Phoenix human is back from her daily abandonment ritual (she calls it ‘studying’ but I know it’s just an excuse to leave me).

She smells like stress and those terrible library books. Also… vanilla. Always vanilla. It’s actually quite pleasant, though I’d never admit it to her face.

7:03 PM

Oh no. She’s got That Look. The one that means Jungkook human is about to get yelled at for something.

Time to relocate to higher ground. Kitchen counter provides excellent view of impending chaos.

7:04 PM

She’s banging on Jungkook human’s door. Aggressive. Impressive. I approve.

Wait—did she just say something about MY vanilla? Excuse me, Phoenix human, but you don’t own scents. That’s like saying I own the concept of knocking things off tables.

Which I do, obviously.

7:05 PM

Jungkook human emerges. Shirtless, for reasons I don’t comprehend. These humans have absolutely no sense of proper attire. I’ve been trying to teach them about dignified presentation for months, puking on the pieces of clothing I don’t approve of, but do they listen? No.

Also, his hair looks like he stuck his paw in an electrical socket. Pathetic.

7:07 PM

Oh, it’s about the candle. The vanilla one that’s been burning all afternoon, making the apartment smell less like ‘disappointed cat’ and more like ‘cozy den.’

For the record, I enjoyed the vanilla ambiance. It complemented my nap quite nicely. And it removed the cheap perfume scent from the previous Girl human.

And now they’re fighting again. These humans have the strangest obsessions. I prefer the smell of that tuna they never give me.

Phoenix human gesticulates wildly. Jungkook human looks confused. Both are being dramatic.

I am the only mature individual in this household.

7:09 PM

They’re bickering about coffee now. I’ve given up trying to understand their mating rituals.

Moving to living room couch for better acoustics.

7:15 PM

Coffee making noises from kitchen. Jungkook human is in full peacock mode, showing off his ‘barista skills’ like it’s some sort of impressive hunting display.

Phoenix human is pretending not to be interested while clearly being very interested.

Humans are exhausting.

7:18 PM

The Mug Incident occurs.

Jungkook human drinks from Phoenix human’s mug. She stares at his mouth. He knows she’s staring at his mouth. She knows he knows.

This is worse than when they had that screaming match about who ate the last yogurt. At least that had substance.

7:22 PM

They’ve moved to the couch. MY couch.

The audacity.

I’m relocating to the windowsill to express my displeasure through strategic back-turning and judgmental tail positioning.

7:23 PM

OH FOR THE LOVE OF—

They’re doing the thing again. The weird grabby thing where they get all breathe-heavy and make those noises.

I resented this apartment at first, because how dare Jungkook human move my chambers without asking for permission.

But I don’t see Scary human anymore, so I accepted it.

I never accepted this; however.

7:25 PM

Jungkook human just said ‘hop on’ and I briefly considered intervening because that’s MY line. I’m the one who hops on things. Counters, beds, Phoenix human’s laptop when she’s trying to work.

But then I remembered I don’t actually care about human territorial disputes.

7:30 PM

They’re really going at it now. All grabby hands and ridiculous noises.

Do they not realize I have very sensitive hearing? Some of us are trying to maintain our dignity here.

7:45 PM

More noises. Jungkook human is making sounds like he’s choking on a hairball, but somehow Phoenix human seems to think this is… positive?

Humans are deeply confusing.

I’m going to stare out the window and pretend none of this is happening. Maybe judge some pigeons. Those flying rats have no sense of proper urban etiquette.

7:58 PM

FINALLY. Silence.

Wait, no. Now they’re talking about… toys?

Not the good kind of toys. Not feather wands or laser pointers or those delightful crinkly balls. They’re talking about human toys, which from context seem significantly less entertaining.

Although Jungkook human seems very excited about ‘shopping’ which usually means new things come into the apartment, so perhaps this will work out in my favor.

8:00 PM

They’re arguing about friendship now.

Phoenix human insists they’re ‘not friends’ while clearly caring about Jungkook human’s opinion. Jungkook human is pretending to be offended while obviously pleased with the attention.

It’s like watching two kittens who haven’t figured out they like playing with each other yet.

Actually, that’s insulting to kittens. Kittens have more emotional intelligence.

8:05 PM

Jungkook human has collapsed on top of Phoenix human like a large, sweaty blanket.

She’s complaining, but making no actual effort to remove him.

I still don’t understand, so I won’t make an effort to anytime soon.

8:10 PM

Peace at last. Time for my evening patrol of the apartment.

Food bowl: Adequately filled, though the presentation could be improved.

Water fountain: Functioning, though I prefer drinking from Jungkook human’s water glasses just to assert dominance.

Litter box: Clean. The one thing these humans do properly.

8:15 PM

Returning to windowsill for evening sunbeam absorption and philosophical contemplation.

Today’s thoughts: Humans are ridiculous creatures who communicate primarily through elaborate mating dances and volume control issues. They make simple things like drinking coffee into complex rituals. They burn candles to create “ambiance” when they could simply bask in natural light like civilized beings.

And yet… they keep the food bowl filled and the apartment adequately heated.

I suppose they’re trainable.

8:30 PM

Note to self: Next time they start their grabby-noise ritual, knock something valuable off the kitchen counter. Establish boundaries. Maintain household dignity.

But maybe wait until after dinner. And if it’s tuna, perhaps let them be.

Priorities.

[starryhyuck]

crossing boundaries. (m) — PATREON EXCLUSIVE

pairing: singledad!mark x afab!teacher!reader

words: 4.5k+

summary: teaching kindergarten isn’t so bad, especially when you get to see mark lee everyday.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: breeding kink (!!), small mention of blood, fingering, pussy eating, bigdick!mark, spitting

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You check your attendance list right before class is set to begin when a clumsy voice speaks to your right.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry,” a young man murmurs when he strides in with a young girl in tow. She has her hair tied in messy pigtails and a sparkly pink backpack that compliments her light-up shoes. “Had a hard time getting out the door this morning.”

You smile politely, greeting the young girl and shaking the hand of who you presume to be her brother. He’s rather cute, with tousled black hair and wire-rimmed glasses. He’s dressed like he’s about to go play basketball in an oversized t-shirt and baggy shorts.

“No problem at all, we were about to start,” you say to him.

“Are you the new teacher?” He asks, blinking at you and running his hands through his hair.

“That would be me,” you chuckle. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr…”

“Lee,” he finishes. “Mark Lee. This is Jieun, my daughter.”

“Oh,” you say, surprised by the revelation. You suppose you should have expected there would be young parents in your class too, but you didn’t think you would encounter a father this young who’s close to your own age. You recover from your slip up, shaking your head as you smile at his daughter. “Well, we’re going to have a fun time today. I can assure you she’s safe in my hands.”

“Perfect! I mean, I have no doubt that she is. You seem, um, really trustworthy. Not that the last teacher wasn’t, but something tells me that you’re different. In a non-weird way.”

You laugh at him stumbling over his words. The tips of his ears redden before Mark prods his daughter forward.

“Go on with the nice lady, Jieun,” he murmurs, handing her a pink lunchbox. She’s all too eager to skip into the room and sit next to her group of friends. Mark scratches the back of his neck. “I’ll, um, I’ll come pick her up later. I mean, of course I will. I pick her up everyday.”

“Okay,” you giggle, nodding at him. “I’ll see you at the end of the day, Mr. Lee.”

Mark exits your classroom with a blush darkening his cheeks while you try your best not to linger on thoughts of how cute he is.

Your first day as a kindergarten teacher goes relatively well. The kids barely notice the difference when nap time rolls around per usual and you assist them with their alphabet worksheets in between. They’re all well behaved, only receiving a few troublemakers who fall back in line after a gentle scolding.

Before you know it, they’re drawing you pictures littered with rainbows and flowers and giving it to you with huge grins. You’re overwhelmed by their acceptance and it only solidifies your decision to take this job, although it cut your yearly salary in half and forced you to skimp on your weekly grocery runs.

Mark’s daughter is surprisingly the one who shines the most, excelling way beyond her grade level and reading full sentences when most of the other children are still sounding out words. She’s sweet to her classmates too, helping them when they’re struggling and sharing her animal crackers at lunch time.

You compliment Mark when he swings by to pick up Jieun. “She’s such a sweetheart. You and her mom raised her very well.”

“Jieun doesn’t have a mom,” he quickly says before stuttering. “I-I mean, of course she has a mom, everyone has a mom. Well, not everyone, but-”

“I get it, Mark,” you interrupt, attempting to hold back your bouts of laughter. You find it endearing that this man can’t formulate a coherent sentence around you when his daughter’s been completing academic cartwheels.

He chuckles to hide his embarrassment. “I mean to say that Jieun’s mom is no longer in the picture.”

“Sorry to hear that,” you say, knowing how difficult it must be to juggle life as a single parent.

He shrugs it off. “No big deal. It was a mutual separation.” Jieun’s tugging on the straps of her backpack as she finishes chatting with her friends, which provides you the opportunity to speak longer with Mark. “So you’ll be her teacher for the rest of the term?”

“Yes, for another four months. I know it’s a sudden change for the kids but I’m trying my best to make the transition as smooth as possible for them. Did you have a good relationship with my predecessor?”

He’s emboldened for the first time, and it’s your turn to act shy when he replies, “She was okay. Not as pretty as you.”

Jieun luckily saves you from crossing the line any further, rushing to tug him away and relay her events of the day. You wave them goodbye, struggling to swallow the lump lodged in your throat as you speak to the other parents.

Mark Lee is definitely going to be a problem for you.

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[luxcuriousao3]

Bumblebees

Summary: Simon doesn’t want kids. Then he sees you with one. Suddenly, he's not so sure anymore. Word Count: 2759 Warnings: sfw for the most part but some dirty talk (no smut, Simon's just got a filthy mouth) near the end, fluff and feels, emotional hurt/comfort, mentions of canonical child death (Simon's nephew) Notes: This was supposed to be fluff and smut... then it turned into fluff and hurt/comfort lol. Oh well. I would've posted this for mother's day, but I completely forgot about it. So it's been sitting in my drafts for months. Just finished and polished it up today. No beta as usual. Hope y'all enjoy, remember that feedback is love, feedback is life. Also, would anyone be interested in a fic featuring single dad!Kyle and his daughter (who you'll meet if you read this)? Lmk. (Masterlist) (AO3)

Simon doesn’t want kids.

Simon doesn't want kids, and he’s made that more than clear to you. No amount of pouting, reassuring him he’ll make a great father, or cute baby videos changes his mind. For a while, you think about breaking up with him because of it. You want kids, and he doesn't—how can it ever work?

But after spending six long months talking about it with your therapist and asking Reddit for advice (big mistake, that last one) you come to the conclusion that you want Simon more than you want children.

It’s by no means an easy choice, but for you, it’s the right one. You can’t imagine your life without him. You don't want to imagine your life without him. It hurts you just to think about it. So quietly, and without telling Simon—who doesn’t know just how badly you want little ones of your own, because you haven’t told him—you let your dream of being a mother go.

If you expend all that unused maternal energy on any child you come across—well, Simon never has to know exactly why.

One of Simon’s teammates—Kyle, a nice bloke, handsome in a pretty boy way—has a five year old daughter. You've met them a few times before, and every time, you offer your services for babysitting. Kyle and his wife finally take you up on it one night, and little Amira is dropped off bright and early at the flat you share with Simon.

Your hulking boyfriend isn't exactly thrilled about it, you know, but he doesn’t complain, just makes breakfast—chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream smiles, Amira’s request—while you play “fairy princess” with the young girl, who had apparently insisted on wearing her ballet costume that morning.

After breakfast—which, according to Amira, is not nearly as good as her daddy’s pancakes—the three of you head to the nearby park. Amira walks between the two of you, one tiny hand in yours, and one Simon’s. He’s stiff the entire journey, uncomfortable as ever around kids, but he doesn’t pull away. As much as he seems to dislike children, he’s never, ever mean to them. Just… avoidant.

Sometimes, you wonder if there’s a story there. But Simon is an incredibly private man, and asking him questions about his past puts him on edge like nothing else. You try not to push, to simply make yourself available as a listening ear, ready to hear him out and comfort him whenever he’s finally ready to tell you. You’ve learned very few things so far, most gleaned more from his reactions and habits than confessions, but you’re patient. For Simon, you’d wait forever.

Once you arrive at the park, Amira promptly recognizes a friend from school, and takes off to go play with her. You and Simon settle on a bench, keeping her in your sights at all times. Simon is tense as a live wire, and you take his hand in both of yours, rubbing your thumb soothingly across his knuckles.

“It’s just for a few hours,” you murmur, leaning into his side. Slowly, slowly, the tension melts from his massive frame, letting you in. You sigh, beginning to feel bad for roping him into this. You can hear your therapist’s voice in your head, prompting you to examine why you were so eager for Simon to come along today. Do you think that deep down, you’re still trying to change his mind? You bite your lip, unsure what the answer is to that question, but still feeling guilty. What if it’s true? What if you’re forcing Simon to play an unwitting role in your fantasy of being a happy family—a fantasy he has no interest in being a part of? “You can go home if it’s too much. I won’t be upset.”

“Not leaving ya an’ the tyke here alone,” Simon grumbled, not looking at you, but squeezing your hand to let you know he’s not mad, just grumpy. “Ain’t safe.”

“It’s a public park, Si,” you reassure him, feeling bad enough to try and convince him to leave like he so clearly wants to, even though you’re desperate for him to stay. To indulge in your selfishness just a little bit longer. “Nothing’s going to happen.”

As if the universe itself is intent on proving you wrong, you hear an earth shattering scream.

You’re on your feet in a blink of an eye, but Simon is halfway across the park before you’re even fully standing. By the time you take two steps, he’s got a crying Amira in his thick arms, shushing her in a voice softer than you’ve ever heard him use. You rush over, and Simon deposits Amira in your arms immediately, despite doing an admirable job at calming her himself.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You coo, settling the little girl on your hip and starting to sway back and forth. Amira has one chubby fist twisted in her halo of dark curls, as if clutching it for comfort, and the other is rubbing one wet eye, scrubbing away her tears.

“Th-there was a b-bee!” She yells, and you do your best not to wince at her volume. “It almost stinged me!”

“A bee?” You echo, rubbing Amira’s back as she lays her little head on your shoulder, sniffling. “You know, bees are our friends. I’m sure it didn’t want to sting you.”

“It did!” Amira argues, yelling right into your ear this time. It starts ringing faintly. You ignore it.

“If it tried to sting you, it must have been scared,” you say calmly. “Sometimes, we lash out when we get scared, don’t we? Bees are the same.”

Amira sniffles again, but she doesn’t protest this time. You smile slightly, knowing you’ve got her attention.

“The best thing to do when a bee buzzes by is stay very, very still,” you continue. Your eyes land on the bee that had terrified the baby in your arms, a few metres away. You carefully set Amira down next to Simon, and she immediately hugs one of his long legs. She barely reaches his mid thigh. You mentally apologize to your boyfriend, but important lessons need to be learned right now, so you hope he’ll forgive you for leaving him stuck like that. You smile encouragingly at Amira. “I’ll show you.”

Confidently, you walk towards the bee, watching as it flies over to you curiously. You’re not surprised—you’re wearing a pink sundress, and you know bees are attracted to bright colors.

“Be careful!” Amira’s little voice rings out as the bee gets closer. She looks incredibly nervous, like she’s sure she’s about to see you die. You valiantly hold in your laugh.

“Bees like flowers,” you tell Amira as the insect in question flies around you in circles. “So they’ll investigate anything colorful to see if it is one. Isn’t that nice? They think we’re flowers.”

Amira is clearly skeptical, but she’s still listening. At least until the bee lands on your glasses, crawling along the frame—which is pink on the inside. You aren’t phased, but her eyes go wide as saucers, and she whimpers in fear.

“Bloody hell!” She gasps, and you just know she learned that from Kyle. Simon coughs to cover his shocked laugh, and that only makes you grin wider, eyes crinkling up at the corners.

“Language,” he scolds her, voice gruff as always but uncharacteristically gentle. Amira sticks her tongue out at him briefly before looking back at you. As she does, the bee flutters its wings, tickling your eyelid, and launches off your glasses. You think it’s going to fly away, but it hooks a U-turn and bumps up against your lips before finally buzzing off towards the other side of the playground. You laugh, delighted.

“It gave me a kiss!” You say, turning your grin on Amira, whose wide eyes have turned from fearful to awed. “Did you see that? She was telling me that we’re friends.”

“Friends?” She asks tentatively, and you nod, walking back over to her and kneeling down to her height.

“Best friends,” you wink. “Just like you and me.”

Slowly, a smile spreads across her face again, and she throws her stubby arms around you in a hug before running off to join her schoolmates again. You watch her go longingly, heart aching at the knowledge that being best friends with a five year old is the closest you’ll get to having a child.

“You’re good wit’ tha li’l one,” Simon’s gravelly voice states, low enough that only you can hear it. You look up at him, still crouched on the ground, and shrug, trying not to show how his words affect you. You accept his outstretched hand, letting him haul you back to your feet. “I mean it. Always knew ya liked kids, tha’ they liked ya too, but…”

He trails off, and you give him a strained smile, eyes drawn back to Amira. The bee has found its way back to her and her little group, and while the other children start yelling and running around, Amira stands still as she repeats your words—”Bees are friends! It just thinks we’re flowers!”—and you suddenly cannot breathe from the pain in your chest, knowing you’ll never impart the same lesson onto a child of your own. Never get to feel the pride you feel for Amira right now directed at your own flesh and blood.

“You want ‘em.”

It’s not a question, and your broken heart skips a beat. You don’t look at Simon, you can’t look at him. You’ve managed to hide this from him for the entirety of the time you’ve been together, knowing he’ll leave you if he finds out. But that time has come, and you feel sick with fear.

“Yes,” you whisper, because there’s no lying to him, not anymore. He can read you like a book, and the only reason he hasn’t before is because you’ve danced around the topic your whole relationship. “I always have.”

Simon is quiet, the both of you staring at Amira as she plays with her friends, adorable and innocent in the way only children can be. The silence between you stretches on for so long, that you start to think he’s so pissed he won’t even speak. But then he does.

“You’d make a great mum.”

The words feel like a punch to the gut, and you gasp like you’ve been hit, turning away and covering your mouth to stifle the sob that escapes. Your eyes are watery, tears threatening to spill over, and you hunch your shoulders, trying to hide yourself from Simon, from what you know is coming.

But Simon doesn’t walk away, doesn’t utter the dreaded breakup speech. Phrase, really. He’s never been one for words.

Instead, he pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on the crown of your head, and lets you cry. He holds you together while you fall apart, the strength of his embrace keeping all your shattered pieces in place, no matter how jagged the edges.

“I had a family, once,” he says once your sobs have finally died down. Your eyes snap open in shock, though you can’t see anything, face buried in Simon’s chest. “A nephew. His name was Joseph. Loved ‘im like he was my own.”

You shudder at the grief in his voice, your arms tightening around his waist, trying to be the same steadying presence that he is for you. You don’t talk, not wanting to interrupt. Not when it feels like Simon is finally draining a wound that’s been left festering for far too long.

“I still see ‘is body whenever I look at a li’l one. Eyes blank an’ empty. Hole in the middle of ‘is fore’ead. He was scared when he died. Could tell from the look on ‘is face when I found him.”

You bite your lip to stifle the noise of horror threatening to escape. You’ve known for a while now that Simon’s parents were dead, but you didn’t know how, and you didn’t know that he’d had sibling, let alone a nephew. But now that you do, his wariness around children makes a painful amount of sense.

“An’ I’m— I’m scared, birdie,” he whispers, more vulnerable then you’ve ever seen him. “Joey died because o’ me. It’d destroy me all over again if we had a kid an’ somethin’ happened to ‘em. I wouldn’t survive it. Didn’t survive it last time, either. Was a dead man walkin’ til I met ya. You brought me back ta life… I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t,” you reassure Simon, pulling back just enough to look up at him. “I’m not leaving you, Si, I— I can’t. I love you far too much to walk away.”

“You deserve to be a mum,” Simon said, voice low and pained. “Deserve more than I can give you.”

“You deserve to be a father,” you echo, staring into his glassy eyes, your own just as wet. He flinches at the words, but you take his face in your hand and make him look at you. “You do, baby. You would be such a wonderful Papa… I know you’re afraid. But since when have you let fear rule you, Simon Riley?”

The corner of Simon’s scarred lips quirk, a hint of a smile, and you lean forward to gently press your own to them.

“They’d want you to be happy,” you whisper, watching his eyes close in pained acceptance. “Just as much as I do. Don’t miss out on the future because you’re too busy running from the past.”

Simon doesn’t say anything to that, but he pulls you impossibly closer, holding you so tight it almost hurts. You don't dare to try and make him let go, though, not when that’s the last thing you want.

“Olright,” he rumbles, eyes still closed. When they open a long moment later, your breath catches in your throat. They’ve never been so unguarded before, and you realize that this has been weighing as heavily on him as it has been on you. “If ya want ta be a mum, I’ll make ya a mum, lovie. Christ knows I'd be robbing the world of the best one there ever was if I didn't.”

You laugh wetly, delighted and relieved beyond words, surging forward to capture Simon’s lips in a bruising kiss. His hands settle on your hips as he returns it, squeezing lightly.

“Can’t say m’not lookin’ forward ta seein’ these grow,” he murmurs when you pull apart. A smirk tugs at the edge of his scarred mouth, and his gaze drops down to your breasts. “Those, too. Think you’ll make enough milk f’me ta try some?”

“Simon!” You scold, smacking his chest, your face growing hot. But you can’t keep the big grin off your face, just like you can’t stop your core from tingling at his words. Like a bloodhound, he scents it, smirk growing as his eyes darken.

“Thinkin’ we should start tryin’ tonight,” he whispered in your ear before giving it a little nip. Your body trembles under his hands in anticipation, breaths coming fast. “Ya have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed about comin’ inside that sweet l’il cunt o’ yours…”

You hide your face in his chest to muffle the breathy moan his words pull from you, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. You try to collect yourself, but the deep chuckle he lets out sets your nerves alight all over again.

“Hug!”

The little voice startles you, and you pull back just in time to feel a chunky baby arm wrap around your legs. You look down to see Amira, hugging both you and Simon tightly. You coo, successfully distracted from your menace of a boyfriend's filthy mouth, and bend down to scoop her up, holding her between the two of you.

“Are you ready to go home, Miri?” You ask, and she nods, swinging her little legs. Her feet repeatedly hit Simon’s belly, but he’s unaffected, too busy staring at you and imagining what you’d look like with his child on your hip.

“Ice cream first,” Amira negotiates, the little businesswoman. You laugh, but give in quickly, too elated to try and be strict.

“I could go for some ice cream,” you say, then look at Simon with soft, happy eyes. “What about you, Si? In the mood for something sweet?”

“Whatever ya want, birdie,” he answers easily, and you know he’s not just talking about the ice cream. “Anything' f’my best girl.”

[theotherrookie]

"Yeah, never trust the guy who's trying to eat you. He might know reverse psychology." Erica always had her way to blur the distinction between jokes and whenever she was being completely serious.

Willow dragged the chair over, careful not to touch any of the spots that Five was more likely to have touched directly.

"This will burn nicely." She proceeded to take off her gloves and tossed them on the seat. Her hands were going to be the least outrageous detail against armor and animal features.

"It was a long fight. Five has way too much time to waste thinking of new tricks." Erica said, "And they didn't even help him in the end!"

"All he really achieved was making things harder for himself as we learned some new tricks of our own." Lucien added, "While I appreciate the kind words, Russell, I believe defining my time as a hunter as a failure is most appropriate. What I was trying to do was wrong and unlike Five, I can recognize my faults."

Other than that, he was absolutely fabulous.

Erica tilted her head. "You're looking for 900 pinecones? Then you're not going to need that banana in your pocket."

"Wait until he checks his bag." Lucien told her with a smirk.

Rook chuckled as she pointed at the strange lightning storm happening in the distance.

"Do you like it? It's our special hotline." Her expression quickly shifted as a thought occurred to her, "I wonder if we could make some code for this. I'll have to ask the others what they think. There's a chance the Roche have already built something we can use."

Despite Five's accusations, Rook clearly spoke fondly of her fellow mages and still worked hard to fill the position she was given in their team. Nobody minded if they started off as a joke when she clearly cared for all of them.

Rook kept her wings firmly pressed against her back as they descended. Truth be told, she couldn't wait to get out of her armor and into something more comfortable, but she couldn't pass on the chance of parading around pretending to be a cosplayer.

"It'll be nice but I think what we need is some regular free time now." she replied, "You know, just hanging out at the club, some more rehearsals, maybe a trip or two. We've been in survival mode for a while and we need to do some things just for the fun of it."

She was starting to like that method of travel. Still, Rook was glad to get back on the ground.

"I will leave a good review. Let's see what the others have found."

She could already tell there was a certain chair waiting to be set ablaze.

Veronica smiled fondly. "She's a stubborn one, isn't she? Quite a few of us wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her."

She wouldn't, for certain. Only Rook could have moved to the other side of the world and devote herself to finding a way to at least see her one last time. Lucien was another who could attest to Rook's determination.

It was a shame Five wasn't going to do it even if it killed him. They could have done with his family ceasing to be so annoying.

"Perhaps you could wear it again for a few sparring sessions. The novices could all use some extra training."

It was better than learning on the field while having to fight for their lives.

"I really thought I was done when I found myself with three extra daughters." Veronica mused, "And I suppose I'll go back to having very little to do for most of the day. Though I could double as something of a phantom at the opera, if you don’t mind having a few familiar faces in the audience."

She would have enjoyed the diversion. Veronica shifted her attention to Erica as she ran over to them.

"You found him!" She proceeded to poke Frosty's cheek, "I guess he felt like taking a nap somewhere else. Can we go now?"

"Those vampires must have been Italians."

The thought was fascinating, but Erica still preferred Bill to many other undeads she had met. He was nicer and had cool shadow powers.

She too was content with the trashing being over for now. The nice thing about sending stuff to the void was that it could be done quietly.

Erica waited for Willow to check the data coming from the drone before going off to retrieve Five's favorite chair. "Are we sure there's no bloodsucking singing plant around here?"

"Well, that would be a plant I wouldn't mind seeing turned to ash." Lucien mused, "Oh, I was just trying to make myself useful. I realized one of the reasons behind my failure was my training not really contemplating direct confrontations."

He then reached to pat Russell's shoulder, "So I learned from the best."

"Well, except the part where you give everybody a good scare!" Erica barged in on what could have otherwise been another tender moment to look Russell over, "You've gotta be careful when you die now. You're gonna give people a big scare like I did with Travis."

"Give him some credit, Erica." Willow said.

"Yeah, I'm giving him credit that he's going to be careful about not dying on people."

A repeat of the accident from earlier was a given with Russell's altruistic tendencies. The best Erica could do was offer her experience on how not scare people to death.

Lucien didn't seem to agree with her intentions as he rolled his eyes. "They look different but they're all as gentle as a brick to the face."

The fiery bird was a more refined alternative to what was for all intents and purposes a giant middle finger from Rook to Five, her father and everybody who wanted for whatever reason to tear them apart. The choice had fallen on the former simply because she wasn't alone.

Rook was about to thank Bill for the compliments when the clouds in the distance parted and lighting stretched from the buildings towards the sky. News of their victory had been received.

"Well, it won't stop idiots from trying anyway, but we're in for a big party."

Though a nice long nap was in order. Rook was already pondering taking her deck chair to the roof when she moved to start heading back down.

"Let's get going. I can't wait to see the moment Lucien will start regretting shooting lasers around." Rook replied with a grin, "It's always like that after the first fight and I won't let him hear the end of it."

Veronica couldn't help smiling fondly.

"I'm so proud of my daughter." She even managed to mark the building without the roof collapsing under her feet.

"And for being so heroic." she added, "And while we're on the topic, you look fabulous, Leofric! It simply bears repeating."

Now that it was over, she too was allowed to have a little fun. Veronica's delight only increased as she observed the way Antonio's ear flicked back into place.

"Chick never lets me bring strays home then she adopts the king of cats." the ghost lady shrugged dramatically, before smiling, "But I'm glad you turned out to be as much of a softie. The stories I heard didn't do you justice."

She needed to keep herself in the loop more. The ghost lady kept an eye on the sleeping Frosty as they prepared to rejoin the others.

"It has been difficult, but they're fighters and have each other. The best we can do now for them is to keep moving forward and get on with all those nice projects you have talked about these past few weeks."

That would really make it worth it.

[alexanderlightweight]

Hi, all your wonderful series are just chef's kiss.

Could I ask for a follow up after Magnus and Ragnor discussed who needs to be offed to prevent Kelpie!Alec from finding out. Would love to see if they found a ritual for the council to discreetly cleaned up everyone. Especially Camille and making jewellery out of her soul for Alec.

Thank you.

thank you so much! uh this got a bit more team immortal being soft about each other? I think I don't know I just love them. here is the last bit I hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

undertow

“Camille was before Alexander and while I know I’ve mourned her plenty, I haven’t even seen her in the last half a decade.” Magnus says half an hour later as he frowns at a page, “I don’t think using her as a focal will work. Now for what we want, or need. What I had with Camille was something far deeper than what I’ve shared with any since she broke my heart.”

Ragnor’s heart falters before galloping wildly in his chest, he begs the world and his very magic that Magnus has not changed his mind, that Magnus will not relent in his justice against Camille once again.

“But she still needs to be dealt with.” Catarina’s voice cuts through his panic. A soft, gentle reminder yet firm, like a life-giving river that still cuts through rock, over time.

Magnus doesn’t react poorly.

He doesn’t even turn, a half-hearted scoff of laughter bursting from his lips as he flips another page.

“Of course she does, and quickly.  I just don’t think she should be included in this ritual... will make it a bit messy don’t you think?” And then Magnus hesitates, finger tapping on a line of faded ink. “And while I have wooed Alexander by his own customs, I’ve hardly courted him by my own, let alone what is demanded for a warlock of my rank.  Something made from the heart of my last true lover will do nicely to prove my sincerity.”

Catarina understands his meaning before Ragnor and she smiles, teeth sharp and gleaming with delight as fondness and joy crinkles the corners of her eyes.  Her hair gleams like starlight against the deep indigo of her skin and the universe blinks at him when her lashes flutter and her eyes close with laughter.

“If your boy does ever find out the truth, you can prove your intentions are true despite the misunderstanding. As is your ardor.  Doubling up, even tripling the courtship gives it more legitimacy as well.  Your Alexander can hardly feel cheated when you’ve chained him to you with vow and magic, oath and deed.”

Magnus nods, pleased by the answer they’ve found and Ragnor finds that he’s just still marveling at how easily Catarina follows Magnus during one of his moods.

Mainly the kind of brilliant mood that Ragnor is far too old and exhausted to keep up with this late in the season.

“How on earth did you manage to glean all that from what he was saying?” Ragnor can’t help his grumble even though he keeps it low. “I was still worried we’d have to re-convince him to do away with the leech.”

Catarina tuts and smacks his fingers with a flick of magic but doesn’t disagree, which means she’s agreeing.

“Yes, I could see your panic when you thought that once again, she’d escape what she’s due.” Cat’s voice dips into an anger so soft it feels like ash against his ears, “however Magnus is too enamoured to currently remember anything but his disdain of her.  The pain she’s held over him, toyed at him with, it’s not vanished but it’s no longer raw. 

“She can no longer hold the good memories like a sword against the bad when he’s creating almost nothing but good memories with his boy. There’s something now that exists, more interesting than the pain, more bright than her bitterness and in order to not let the wounds be reopened, he knows he has to let go.  Before—” Catarina’s voice trails off and she glances over to where Magnus is engrossed in a diagram, “before he had to hold onto the pain.  It was proof she cared for him, loved him, at one point.  Even if it was all a lie, he needed that lie, but he needs it no longer.”

A moment passes between them, silent and understood and full of love for each other and Magnus, who gleams like a small sun under their adoring gaze.

“This one,” Magnus calls to them, voice raised with dark glee. “Not only will it rejuvenate the wards of the Labyrinth. It will also work without the other Elder's needing to be involved beyond their magic in the ritual."

“Oh, very clever.” Ragnor himself would never have considered using such a unique ritual in such an innovative way, but that’s all the more reason for why he insists Magnus join him when he researches. 

The ritual will erase connections.  

Typically those of blood but Magnus has no blood to erase left in any realm, except that of his father.  However there is another use, for those who hold worshippers and wish to cleanse their followers and start anew.

With the use of semen and saliva instead of blood or a tether of worship, Magnus can instead find those anointed by his touch and in a way, excommunicate them.

From life.

AN:

Alec is napping (magnus is not sleeping right now he’s just disappearing when Alec does sleep to plot) in the new roof pond and Magnus is going to have a hell-of-a-time luring his darling out from the cool waters

Magnus is going to sleep eventually, he just wants some things straightened out first.

[trippingontheescalator]

Here is my completely unasked for opinions on Snape ships:

Jeverus - Love it, but only after James is made to crawl on his belly and eat dust. If he isn't sufficiently beaten down or if Severus forgives him too early then I can't. James needs the ego knocked out of him first, he needs to be broken down and rebuilt and THEN I love it.

Snirius - Also love it. Completely different energy from jeverus, in that I need James to be a contrite simp who realizes the error of his ways, Sirius on the other hand is a bastard and so is Severus, and them trading blows and insults between kisses is just 😘

Snily - Honestly like it, but only when Lily has genuine flaws that she has to work through in the text as well. I'm not interested in perfect Lily and simp Severus who must flagellate himself to he worthy of her love. But when they're written as two people with a lot of history and complicated, flawed beings? Beautiful.

Snupin - Dislike. I can write snupin in short spurts but every time I tried to write a long snupin fic Remus slowly morphs into a passive aggressive, gaslighting, "Oh my friends weren't so bad, you're exagerrating, I need to downplay your pain because my school days were the last time I really enjoyed my life and if I take my rose-tinted glasses off I will have to examine my own actions and guilt and be forced to take responsibility and acknowledge that not every bad thing I've done can be blamed on the wolf, nor can I insulate my feelings by blaming other people's prejudice against lycanthropy as a reason for why they might not like me instead of acknowledging that maybe I'm not actually that nice of a guy." SORRY.

Snucius - Unironically love Lucius having sugar baby Severus to spoil.

Snucissa - What's better than one hot, rich blond? TWO hot, rich blondes. Death Eaters, you say? Morally dubious at the best of times, you say? Yes, perfect, I crave gothic, crumbling aristocracy, the beautiful decadence that masks our sins, and yet still loving throuple snucissa.

Snarity - It all depends on the Charity. She's basically an OC since we don't know anything about her in canon, except that she had the balls to tell Death Eaters they suck in a major newspaper when the Death Eater activity was extremely high and that she and Severus were friends. I can get behind this with a well-written and interesting Charity 👍

Snarry/Snamione - Not a fan at all. Even if there's no romantic relationship until Harry and Hermione are like 40, I can't see Severus ever acknowledging them as anything but those annoying kids who made his life hell. Every time he sees them the Kill Bill sirens start playing in his head. Harry could be 60 years old and Severus 80 years, and Severus would be like, "Shut the fuck up, you snuck out of the castle and went to Hogsmeade when we all thought a serial killer was out to get you, I have a heart condition because of you, get out of my nursing home before I throw my dentures at you."

Snon - Only in A Very Potter Musical.

Snumbledore- Only in Potter Puppet Pals.

[munsoncorner]

𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈- 𝐸.𝑀.𝓍𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Eddie Munson x reader

Rating: M (if you’re under 18 scroll on)

Warnings: Smut, filthy smut. P in V, fingering, oral F!receiving, basically porn with very little plot, corruption kink, pet names

About: Eddie always had a thing for the good girls. He loved the idea of taking a goody two shoes and transforming her. He liked molding them into his own image. But he had never thought about one thing before, until he meets you. The first thing you had told him had always stuck with him, “good girls are bad girls who haven’t been caught”.

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

There was something about taking the sweetest thing and adding your own flair to it. Eddie knew it. It was his favorite thing, the way that he could make a girl blush and stutter without even trying gave his ego a boost. Every. Single. Time. He was good with words, twisting them just the right way to give that innuendo every time, and oh how he loved seeing the cheeks of a sweet girl heat up when she catches onto the double meaning of his words. He didn’t rush it, no he liked to take his time, make it so when he finally corrupts them, they’re eating from the palm of his hand. He was a twisted guy for that, he knew it. But it was a rush to make the good girls cave and let him show them just how nice it feels to be bad.

Then there was you. You seemed like a good enough girl, but you never really paid attention to Eddie, aside from when you two were working on something together at the record shop you both frequented. You would always buy the latest pop vinyl, your hair pulled back in a prim and proper ponytail, and those outfits. God those outfits were enough to make a man cry.

Today was just another day, going to the record store, flipping through the metal vinyls out of boredom, you had a soft spot for things like Def Leppard or Black Sabbath, mainly because you liked to listen to it cranked at full volume to piss off your parents. That was a rebellious as you dared be, with getting caught. Your fingers stop on Black Sabbath’s latest album, the only copy in the shop as of right now, and you were about to get it and take it to the counter, and then a familiar ringed hand shoots out and snags it from you, looking it over and then giving you a once over with a cock of his brow.

Eddie smirked as he looked over the vinyl and then at you, “Sweetheart, this looks like it might not be your taste. Too scary for someone like you”

You looked at him with an annoyed huff, “Give it back. I’ve been trying to get my hands on that for weeks.”

A chuckle leaves his lips, sounding more like honey than anything, “You, as in miss princess of Hawkins, have been trying to get a Black Sabbath record for weeks? Yea, right. Then I guess I’m the quarterback of the football team”

Your brows furrow as you look at him, “Eddie I’m serious. Give it back.”

“Oh you want it, princess? Hm. What a shame. Because unluckily for you, this is what I came here for.”

You cross your arms and look at him, your lips turning downwards, “I had it first. Hand it over, Munson.”

He laughs, actually laughs. A fully deep laugh coming from his lips, “Nope, not happening. You’re too much of a good girl to be listening to this shit.”

“A good girl? Haven’t you heard what’s said about good girls? They’re only bad girls that haven’t been caught. Now give it back”

At her words, he visibly blanches, his hand loosening just enough for her to snatch the vinyl back. As soon as it’s in her hands she takes it to the counter and buys it, thanking the cashier with a soft smile. That’s the last time Eddie sees you for a few days, and fuck him if those last words she said to him weren’t playing on a loop in his head.

He was fucked. Literally. Anytime he jerked off all he could think about was the way your lips curved up into a smirk when you said those words, the way your chest rose and fell with the irritated breaths when you were trying to get the vinyl back from him. Normally Eddie was the type to just try and bed someone one time and then forget about them. None of them really providing anything to remember by other than another sweetheart corrupted by his touch. But you. He couldn’t get you out of his head, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. He was very curious about what you meant, what bad things you do when no one was looking.

The next time you saw each other was at some party. You hadn’t really wanted to go but you promised your friend that you’d go. You were sitting by the drinks, music thumping through the house, your friend nowhere to be seen. You were half tempted to leave. To walk back to your own house, but that thought was pushed aside as you heard his voice.

Eddie had sauntered over with a cocky smirk, “aw what’s the matter princess? You’re over here looking bored as ever”

Your lips automatically pressed together in annoyance, “yea well I can’t say this is exactly party of the year”

His smirk grows and he cocks a brow, “and you’ve been to enough to know when it’s a good one?”

You sighed and met his gaze, his chocolate eyes twinkling with amusement while your eyes just showed annoyance, “you’d be amazed at what I’ve done.”

His brows shot up and he felt an involuntary twitch in his jeans, “would I now, princess?”

You stood up and began walking towards the door, suddenly wanting to go home more now than ever, “I’m not as much of a good girl as you think. Bye, Eddie” she walks out the door, not thinking he’d follow her

“Wait wait wait, do you have a ride home? Or are you seriously thinking about walking home at this time of night?”

“I’ll be fine Eddie.”

“Cmon princess, let me at least give you a lift. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that pretty little face” or body. He was too eager to be the one to experience the feeling of you. “Besides. What if you fall into a ditch or something and sprain an ankle or some shit?”

Your brows cocked and you looked at him incredulously “you can’t be serious”

“Serious as the plague, sweetheart. Come on. Don’t be stubborn. Just let me take you home.”

You sigh, clearly getting nowhere with this argument, “fine. But keep your hands on the wheel, got it?”

He raises his hand in a mock scouts salute “scouts honor, sweetheart.”

He leads you to his van, opening the passenger door for you and shutting it behind you, and climbs into the drivers side. He starts the van and immediately the sounds of Metallica fill the space, and he looks at you.

“This shouldn’t be a problem for you, should it, princess? You like this shit too. Or at least you claim to.”

“It’s fine. Just. Take me home”

He smirks and laughs under his breath, “okay, okay, touchy much?” With that he starts driving, then it hits him, he doesn’t actually know where you live, so he pulls to the side of the road.

“Why are we stopping?”

“Well, sweetheart. It’s just hit me, I have no clue where you live.”

His hands tap on the steering wheel as he looks at you, the rings catching the light of a street lamp, and you were suddenly aware of how close you were to him, you could smell the faint smell of cigarettes, weed and beer on him, and something else. Something that was just him. You swallowed hard, your throat going dry, feelings you’d been repressing for the metalhead flaring to life. A dull ache between your thighs, your cheeks flushing, something he definitely noticed and he leaned over to get closer to you.

He smirks as his breath ghosts over your ear, one of his curls brushing against your bare shoulder, “princess, you’re blushing like a virgin and I haven’t even said something to get that reaction.”

Your cheeks heat up more and you turn your head to look at him, your lips close to his and you draw in a shaky breath, “I’m not blushing like a virgin”

He laughs at your petulant protest, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, slowly ghosting up the skin to the edge of your skirt, “oh but you are. But that begs the question, are you a virgin?”

Your breath audibly catches in your throat as his fingers dance up your thigh, “No. I’m not”

It’s his turn to be surprised, after all you had the front of being this pure innocent angel. His fingers move just under the hem of your skirt and he smirks, “well well well, isn’t this a surprise then?” Without giving you time to process his words or his touch, his mouth slots against yours, a demanding kiss, his tongue brushing over your bottom lip, asking for permission for entry. Entry you gladly gave, your tongue sliding against his, teeth clashing as the kiss becomes more hungry. His hand on your thigh slides up higher, his thumb brushing against your clothed core, earning a gasp from the jolt of electricity through your veins.

He pulls back slightly and smirks at you, “need something, sweetheart?”

You look at him as he pulls his hand back, your lips turning down in a frown, “you know what I need.”

He squeezes your thigh and hums, “maybe I do. Maybe I just want to hear you say it.”

You look at him, frustration pooling in you, heat pooling in your lower abdomen, “I want you to touch me, Eddie.”

He kisses her again and bites her lip, “that’s a good girl. But if I’m going to touch you, I want to be able to see you spread out for me. Cmon. Into the back”

Your heart skips a beat as he calls you a good girl, a kink you didn’t know you had, and you unbuckle and crawl over the console into the back of the van, laying back, you noticed pillows and blankets laid along the floor of the back and you look at him, “were you planning on getting lucky with someone?”

He crawls into the back himself and looks at you, “princess, I’ve had more girls back here than you’d know. It’s better to keep it ready.” He smirks as he crawls between your legs, pushing them further apart and flipping your skirt up, exposing your panties to him, and with a hungry look he runs his fingers along the damp patch in the middle of them, “someone’s already so wet for me”

Your cheeks heat up more and you look at him, another gasp at the feeling of his fingers on her slit

He smirks widely at the sight of the darker blush and he tugs at her panties with a finger, “need these off princess”

You bite your lip and shimmy your panties down, exposing your glistening folds. He quickly takes them the rest of the way off, bringing them up to his nose and taking a big smell with a groan.

“You smell so good, pretty girl” he trails his fingers up your thigh again, stopping just at the juncture of your thighs and he smiles wickedly. His finger comes up and runs along your folds before brushing against your clit, watching as your face contorts in pleasure, his smile growing as he hears your moan.

“You liked that, didn’t you princess?”

“Yes.. I really fucking liked it okay?”

He gives a triumphant smile and moves closer, his fingers dipping down and two of them pushing inside you, earning a loud moan and your back arching.

“So responsive, and I’ve barely done anything. I like that. A lot.” His fingers slowly pump into you, his thumb brushing against your clit and circling it slowly, your hips bucking into his touch. He watches your head fall back onto the pillows on the floor, and he picks up the pace.

“Oh god, fuck Eddie!” Your moans get louder as he curls his fingers, brushing against that spongy spot inside you. He takes his thumb off your clit and leans in, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, letting a groan out at how sweet you tasted to him. Your hands reach down and grab his curls, your hips bucking furiously against his face, and your walls fluttering around his fingers. So close to orgasm, with barely any stimulation. He feels his cock twitching in his pants as he begins to lick and suck the sensitive bud with more fervor, his fingers pumping faster.

“Eddie— shit! Shit,shit oh my god!” You scream out as your orgasm washes over you, and he pulls back and pulls his fingers out of you, his chin glistening with your juices and he moves up your body, resting his hips between your thighs. He watches as you bring his fingers to your mouth, wrapping your lips around them and swirling your tongue around the digits.

“Holy fuck, princess. Keep that up and I’m gonna fucking cream my pants.”

Your lips pop off his fingers with a smirk, “now don’t do that”

He groans and he kisses you again, his hips rolling against you, his jeans providing friction against your still sensitive clit. “I need to be inside you”

You look up at him and bite your lip, “condom?”

He gives you a wolfish grin and reaches for a compartment in the door and grabs a condom, ripping the foil wrapper open with his teeth as his other hand works his belt and finally yanks his jeans and boxers down, you could tell he was a little bigger than average, but you couldn’t see it in the darkness of the van. You watched as he skillfully rolls a condom down his length and then lines the tip up to your entrance. He slowly pushes into you, groans leaving the both of you in synchrony, “fuck, you’re so tight princess, I’m not gonna last. Gonna make this fast and hard, okay?”

You look up at him with pleasure darkened eyes and nod, “okay.. yes.. just.. please”

His own eyes darken further as he hears your plea, his hips jerking forward and burying himself inside you to the base, he watches your mouth fall open in a moan, and he pulls back, and slams back in, starting a harsh pace, his hands coming down to grip your thighs and push your legs up, your ankles coming to rest on his shoulders as he pounds into you, “fuck, fuck you feel so good around me”

His hips slap against you loudly, the van rocking slightly from how hard he’s going. Sweat beading on his brow, his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his lips parted as he grunts, growls and groans. He’s trying so hard to at least make you come undone one more time before he does. His hand coming down between your bodies and his thumb rolling over your clit roughly, feeling your body tense up, your walls gripping him like a vice, “that’s it princess, give me one more. Be a good girl for me and fucking cum.”

His words, his thumb on your clit, the way he’s pounding into you, it has you gasping and moaning, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you scream out in pleasure, coming undone once more around his cock. The way he’s stretching you so deliciously, the sounds he’s making, you don’t want to stop this. Ever.

As you come undone, he lets out a low growl, his hips pumping, two more times before he stills, a loud moan ripping through him as he fills the condom.

“Fuck!” He groans out, his hips jerking one more time and he slowly lowers your legs back down, and pulls out of you, both of you wincing at the sensitivity. He carefully pulls off the condom and ties it off, throwing it into the bin he keeps in the back.

He rolls over to lay on the floor of the backseat beside you, panting as he looks at you with a satisfied smirk, “you know, I think that might be my new favorite feeling”

You laugh and look at him with a raised brow, and the both of you lay in a comfortable silence in the back of his van. You were definitely going to do that again.

[kerubimcrepin]

LIVEREAD: WAKFU, THE GREAT WAVE [TOME 2, Chapters 1-6]

Wow it sure has been a while and a mental health episode and a cancellation and a blocking 20 people and a failed attempt at translating a book (I WILL! I PROMISE! AFTER I WRITE MY COURSE PAPER) since my last post huh.

...Oh well. It's a good thing I waited because we got some nice info I can share here.

And yes, I skipped chapters 1 and 2 of this tome. I am here mostly for julith and crepinjurgens, not Tot's wild ride.

All I can say about chapter 3 is that I think Julith's ressurection was probably not a perfect one. I think she might just be a mindless puppet. It doesn't feel... normal, that she should stop like this; while my commentary on chapter 4 stops at my surprise for the new nickname for 'Salar. It's nice to finally have an official one, hehe.

Now to the meat and potatoes of this blog.

The fucking gasp I gusped reading this. Sorry I mean sorry I mean sorry I mean. "my little salesman" hes so... It's unbearable how he is. It's genuinely so hard. I wish I had commentary on what exactly this makes me feel, but you needed to be inside my head all those months ago to fully get it. He's calling the 600yo guy that pretends to be his dad his little salesman. If I was joris i'd just take us both out...

I'm still waiting for the long awaited long predicted Joris Jurgen crashout, chat. btw I love how the translators didn't even bother with any onamatopoeia or quirky text. Like Sure. Everyone in the world knows what bonfll and hé mean.

Joris... kill them. and be reincarnated as a lotus flower.

I will be the first to say that it'll be sad if Tot forgot the ecaflip reincarnation lore of his own franchise. but for now im choosing to read this as just cute banter.

Cutie patootie...

For a while I hoped that maybe we'd finally see and example of a k0--mortal character we knew reincarnating and ngl, I really hope this is like... some sort of a next life for Lilotte? All that reincarnation lore just not to implement it for angst purposes feels like a waste.

It's probably not lilotte even in spirit, but a man can dream jdlgdlg.

Honestly.... im mostly screenshotting this here bc I feel like this is a nice screenshot to ref from. sjgdkljfg

I wish I had more to say but they're so nice... And also, I wonder if they saw this ouginak. Shouldn't they be freaking tf out too? Unless, as always Tot Forgot. Oh well.

Big fan of Joris being haunted

Also a big fan of Kerubim being haunted

Inside me are two wolves. One of them thinks using orphan mistreatment as a plot point is extremely cliche. Another wolf thinks Joris's love might turn all these orphans into post-waven's military supersolders which would make my jokes about him being "training and conscripting orphans" level of evil literally real.

It would be so awesome. It would be so cool.

To my knowledge, this is the first time Joris's surname is dropped in Wakfu.

I feel a bit bad for thinking this, but Joris saving the orphans is still a bit cliche. I hope it goes somewhere more interesting later. Like him imparting some insane beliefs onto those kids.

IVE BEEN SAYING FOR YEARS THAT joris wouldn't want to be called master outside of work. I think he prefers just "Joris" when it comes to kids and housekeepers.

I love his impulsive idealism. Genuinely. he WOULD pick up random orphans and be like "you live with me now".

This also confirms to me that crepinjurgens are rich as hell. Though we already kinda knew that.

SHE LOOKS SO SMUG hjghskjdghsdg... While Joris is still the cutest ever.

I love to see happiness vaporate from his eyes.

also ATCHAM AND KERUBIM ATCHAM AND KERUBIM worried worried atcham and kerubim. <33 HEART.

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Sorry I didn't have any in-depth commentary. I'm not sorry for my absence of translation struggles though sgjfgd. I've been very unhappy in this fandom, and had a very unhealthy relationship with it, so I've been working to change that. I wish I could say more about what I meaan exactly, but it's quite boring honestly. Then there's the fact that modern Krosmoz kinda sucks ass (yet all the people who concentrate on it sucking ass are mostly unbearable and annoying despite being objectively right).

If you're still here, and consider me a friend or a mutual, thank you for sticking around. Even if just for this blog! You don't have to follow my personal accounts to be my friend or mutual.

[just-kiro]

Predictions for the end of the httyd books? (Only about things you haven't been spoiled on ofc, hopefully nothing has been 😭)

Thankfully nothing has been spoiled on me about the ending!

Well the obvious thing that we concluded from literally the first line in this series that dragons no longer exist, also Hiccup is King of the Wilderwest?. Now I'm not sure but I think that means the dragons live far far away in a place nobody can ever reach away from human civilization, the dragons absolutely CANNOT all perish bc I just won't accept that Hiccup would let the wrong people win.

Hiccup obviously set them free from viking's hands, but why? Hiccup believes humans and dragon can live together, so why are they all gone now? I don't understand. Toothless would NEVER leave Hiccup, it happened in the movie but my little stubborn rock head of a dragon Toothless would never, he has no reason to! so I hope he stays alive and Cressida won't pull off some sacrificing bs.

Hiccup will go through shit but somehow he'll manage to somehow heal Furious's broken heart like he always does and the dragons will be on his side (it sounds too nice to actually happen but we'll see)

Also I have a terrible feeling Alvin will be crowned king of the Wilderwest, I don't know how he'll get a hold of Toothless, I don't know how would Hiccup deal with that disaster, but I've seen that man escape the grip of death 5 times already (correct me if I'm wrong cuz I feel I missed one or two) and had managed to built an entire political party with a brutal army with the help of a half blind mother witch that cannot even walk properly, plus getting hold of 9 of the king's Things all while missing an arm, a leg, a nose, an eye and his hair. At this point I'm not too sure we're getting rid of him at the end, it's too good to be true.

And do you think Fishlegs would use his royal blood as an advantage? That would be very cool (regardless that his father is a commoner)

And last but not least, I've never believed Toothless is a Common-or-Garden, sure he looks like one that may be underdeveloped but come on it's been years and he still hadn't grown in size nor grew teeth (I think he had a fang or smt in the first book and it fell during the hunting competition?) not forgetting the dart on his nose, call him a Toothless daydream or whatever, but Toothless is too special to be ordinary, just like his master whom everyone thought was a weaker viking that never fit in but became the last great hero the Wilderwest has ever seen.

And.. that's it! Now the hard part is waiting and watching...

Dear oh dear is it gonna be hard.