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ashessonfire · 10 months

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im going livid over civilian wife with kaz!!! i would love to read more of soft and domestic life with kaz, it doesnt have to be anything big just fluff crumbs^^

'Sunrise' - Kaz Brekker x Reader

Prompt : Kaz and his partner wish to take in the early morning sunrise at the local market. But can the pair escape the curiosity of the crows?

- Pairing :Kaz Brekker x Reader (gender neutral) - Warnings : Literally none just fluff, threatening Kaz? But he doesn't really mean it :))

A/N : Thank you for such a cute prompt! I hope I have done the idea justice, it took such a long time to put this together after months of studying and not writing at all... But I am so glad to be back and I am working through the requests I have right now! Please continue to send in requests, I love you all!! <333

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A gentle breeze fluttered through the rippling curtains, parting them just enough to allow streams of early sunlight to illuminate your lover's features. Kaz's gentle breathing and almost peaceful expression sent a wave of warmth through your chest, directly into your heart. Who knew the deadliest criminal in Ketterdam could find solace in a cozy bed, surrounded by the melodies of bird song?

Shifting your gaze downwards, you noticed that during the night Kaz had intertwined your fingers with his own, holding them gentle prisoners within his hardened, calloused hands. Lightly brushing a stray ebony lock from his porcelain skin, your eyeline was drawn to the glittering colours now covering the walls of your shared bedroom. The sun was seemingly painting your pale home with hues of sunrise, leaving within you a deep sense of longing for more.

Tenderly brushing your free hand over Kaz's shoulder, you watched as his lashes began to flutter, before a pair of deep chestnut eyes caught your own. After many years of slowly lowering the walls that towered over his heart, you had watched the defence slip from him, with each day gradually healing the cracks.

After few moments of basking in eachother's presence, Kaz rose, gazing towards the sunrise you had previously been admiring. Taking in the sublime feeling the new day gave him, the fingers wrapped around your own tightened. "It's Sunday," a gravelly voice softly announced, "You must want to drag me to the market"

Smiling gingerly at his feigned annoyance, you placed a gentle kiss to his temple in reply, before slipping out of bed to ready yourself for the trip. Throughout most of Kaz's life, each day had brought new challenges, with the Barrel constantly presenting treacherous threats and difficulties, leaving little time for anything else but heightened apprehension.

Since meeting you however, Kaz had learned the importance of routine, as well as quiet. The ocean that usually drowned him with perilous swells transformed into a flow of gentle waves, lapping peacefully against a shore, rather than aiming to violently drag him under. Although hesitant at first, the bastard had learnt to adore your domestic routines, fetching fresh flowers for the vases on Monday's, having tea after a dreg meeting on Thursday's, and his discrete favourite of them all, the market every Sunday.

As you noted the list of items you were searching for, Kaz stood by the entrance to your home, gaze softening each time your brows furrowed as you attempted to decipher what you had missed off. Opening the door with a soft click, you grabbed onto his gloved hand as you practically dragged him out of the door, leaving Kaz with an amused but warm expression as he allowed you to sweep him away.

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"Where do you reckon he goes every week?" a voice mumbled through a mouthful of pancakes, barely audible as Nina continued to eat her breakfast. Collectively the crows shrugged and shared parallel voicings of uncertainty.

"What is there to do on a Sunday, I mean that's like the least exciting day of them all?" Jesper thought aloud, sprawling carelessly against the seat he and Wylan shared. After a short period of quiet discussion, a figure slid down the stairs, clutching a neatly folded note in one hand.

Emerging from the shadowed stairwell, Inej returned to the group, causing gasps and a dramatic jolt from Jesper, each one completely unaware that she had slipped away during their chatter. "Here," she announced, an amused tone evidently lacing her voice, with the mischievous twinkle in her eye not going unmissed by the group.

Snatching the note from Inej, Jesper hastily unfolded the paper, smoothing the creases with his slender fingers. The group watched in anticipation as Jesper's eyes scanned the words, visibly astounding the sharpshooter. As he concluded his reading, his eyes glimmered with the same playfulness as Inej, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk.

"Well?" Nina announced, shooting an expectant look at Jesper, "Are you going to tell the rest of us what's in there or not?"

Clearing his throat theatrically, Jesper tilted his head upwards, "It seems we know where our beloved boss disappears to every week," pausing to increase the apprehension.

"Hurry up," Wylan complained, trying desperately to peer into the note as Jesper clutched it to his chest. "Okay, okay! It turns out that Mr Brekker enjoys a spot of early morning shopping, and hopes to 'catch the rising sun' before he does so," the sharpshooter exclaims, quoting Kaz's letter, holding in his laughter.

"You're saying that Kaz Brekker spends his free time buying flowers and pastries, not scheming the deaths of everyone in Ketterdam?" Nina all but chokes out in shock, her breathing heavy as she fights the laughter that already wracks her shoulders.

Through a sheepish smile, Wylan softly adds, "How do we know that its true? I can't imagine Kaz ever doing, well, that."

"I mean, there's only one way to find out, right?" Jesper announces, rising to his feet with a mischievous grin plastered onto his features

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"Where would you like to go first?" Kaz's voice directed itself towards you, carrying over the bustle of the market, despite the orange hue still lingering over the city. "You know exactly where," you tease, tightening the grip on his little finger with your own, tethering you to him so neither of you were seperated

Leading you through the crowd with his towering frame, Kaz effortlessly guided you to the secluded section of the market, feet automatically taking him to your favourite fruit stall. "Morning Mr Brekker, the usual for you two?" called the welcoming voice of the owner, already selecting the ripest items for his most favoured customers.

The pair of you were beloved among the merchants, with your compassionate nature drawing everyone to you, and your boyfriend offering substantial tips to those you liked best. Although directly contrasting in character, you complemented each other's qualities deeply, creating a sincere connection between you.

Allowing the sea breeze to lightly brush his skin, he focused his entire attention on you, admiring the gentle flow of words that poured from your delicate lips. Kaz basked in the warmth you provided him, your mere presence grounding him, sheltering him from harm with your sentiment.

Your words transformed into a melody to his ears as your voice sung above the low noise of the market, directly into his chest, rendering him unable to look away from your angelic profile. You halted your steps as you looked out into the harbor, pretending to ignore the fact that Kaz could not take his admiring gaze from you.

In his eyes, you seemed ethereal in this moment, the sea-breeze wisping your hair around you, the sunrise's final pallete showering you in a rosy light, orange and pink dancing off of your features. Kaz ignored the thoughts that these observations were weak, or dangerous, instead reminding himself of your reassurance that he can remain the most deadly man in Ketterdam, as well as finding peace.

The edges of his mouth were just beginning to lightly tilt upwards, when a loud thump sounded behind them, seemingly a crate had just fallen. Returning to his content state, Kaz was just about to forget the sound until a familiar "Ow, that hurt!" whispered nearby.

Whipping his head round at an astounding rate, Kaz just caught the flash of an emerald jacket slipping behind a cluster of rotting oak barrels, the tip of a scuffed shoe protruding from the other end of the stack.

"Everything okay love," you inquired, resting your free hand on his arm as your gaze shifted to where Kaz's previously held. "I was just concerned that the bakers would run out of your favourite pastries, it's busy today," Kaz observed, his tone indicating his lie to you, however he gently began to tug you in the direction of the stall, and you gladly obliged.

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"Saints, that was a close one," Jesper breathed out, releasing the breath he had withheld since he knocked over the crate, directly onto Nina's foot. "He almost caught us thanks to you, we would all be dead by now if Inej hadn't pulled you back in time"

"Well, it seems as if the letter was right, Kaz really does spend his weekends shopping," Inej stated, amusement striking through her tone. "Have any of you ever seen him so calm? It's nice to know he has a human side to him too," Wylan pointed out, as they all began to discuss their findings.

"What do you think he would have done to us if he found us?" Jesper questioned, smirking proudly at the group's evasion of their leader, "It's Kaz so, I guess we would all be..."

"Dead," sounded a sharp voice from behind the group, a resounding thump following as hard metal struck the cobblestone street.

The group's hilarity quickly morphed into alarm, each crow swiftly turning to meet the unwavering threat in their boss' gaze. "It seems as if Inej is the only one of you with any sense," Kaz observed.

"What? She was the one who," Jesper began before sensing the absence of the Wraith beside him, not even the wind carrying a trace of her previous presence. Breathing out of a puff of exasperation, Jesper let out a defeated "Well then."

"Do any of you care to enlighten me as to why you are here? It seems as if you've been spying on me during my free time. I sincerely hope that I will stand corrected," Kaz demanded, a calm yet dangerous tone commanding his words.

Despite the thrum of conversation drifting through the market, a rigid silence settled between the group, each one glancing fearfully at each other in the hope that someone would get them out of this.

However unlikely that seemed.

"Well, I must be correct then," Kaz sliced through the growing tension, "I'm sure a detailed meeting this evening at the Crow Club is needed, however I will tell you this now," Kaz practically seethed, cane tightening beneath his grasp.

Taking a daunting stride towards them, his eyes narrowed, a snarl making its way to his features, a sight that was never usually reserved for his friends. However, the group highly doubted he would take this lightly.

"You are all going to go quietly, and immediately back to the slat. If I even sense you are still here, you will discover why so many people in this city are struck with terror at the thought of me. Understand?" Kaz warned, voice laced with threat, lowering with each syllable as he attempted to control his fury.

Hurried sounds of 'yes boss', 'of course', 'it won't happen again', overlapped with each other as the crows struggled to hastily comply with Kaz's command. They watched in complete stillness as their boss turned sharply, hastily limping back into the crowded streets, his black attire eventually lost to the waves of people.

Muffled laughter suddenly rang out behind the group, who turned in fright to find a rosy faced Inej, hand clasped tightly over her mouth in an attempt to stifle the giggles escaping from her. "Did you," Inej began before more laughter interrupted her speech, "Did you see his face? He was blushing, I never thought I would see the day. He was mortified!" She finished, breathless as her bright amusement continued.

"Blushing? Are you joking Inej, he literally threatened to kill us!" Jesper started incredulously, "Nobody else saw this supposed blush did they?"

"He did look a little red..." Wylan began, voice trembling, with nerves or laughter, not even he himself could tell. "Well, I think that's enough to satisfy our curiosity for one day," Jesper states, "Come on then, lets go before he finds we're still here. I don't even want to begin to imagine..." he trailed off, giving off an exaggerated shiver before heading in the direction they came from.

"Uhm, hello? Are you guys coming?" Jesper questioned, turning back to find the group staring back out through the crates, completely ignoring the pleas of the sharpshooter to leave.

"Look," Wylan whispered, softly grabbing the edge of Jesper's sleeve and pulling him towards himself. Glancing through the crooked panel of a barrel, Jesper's gaze led him to realize what had ensnared the attention of the crows. Standing close to where they were originally spotted, Kaz had regained his lover's company, as you stood with baked goods piled high in your grasp.

The crows observed in shock as Kaz slowly leaned down, placing a delicate kiss to your lips, capturing them in his own for a brief few moments. The embarrassment of being caught in such vulnerability by his friends had slipped away, his mind captured once again by your aura, allowing your tender smile to bathe him in warmth.

"Are you sure you're alright love?" you utter, lashes fluttering as you take in his lighthearted expression, allowing him to slip a few of your bags onto his free arm, relieving the weight you had previously been hauling. "I'm fine," he states, again not completely truthful, however his demeanor didn't indicate any true discomfort.

"I think we should go to the florists, the one over that way," Kaz offered, nodding his head in the opposite direction of your usual path. Kaz prayed you would go along with his plan, knowing doubtlessly that his crows were still lurking somewhere amongst the crowds.

"Okay, lets go," you chirped, flashing a radiant smile towards him before linking your arm with his, uncaring that your bags swung against each other's due to the close proximity. Now, Kaz was the enthusiastic one, pulling you hastily through the crowds to evade the observing eyes of his friends.

As Kaz once again drowned out everything but your melodious voice, he began to feel grateful his crows had seen the pair of you together. You truly were his greatest achievement, and his embarrassment melted into pride, knowing deep down that he was deserving of your love and affection, and that was all that mattered.

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merymoonbeam · 2 months

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What do you think about Elain returning everything that Azriel has given her, but has kept everything Lucien gave her?

Also, do you think Elain returning the necklace in the bonus chapter is the authors way of showing Elain rejecting/done with Azriel and the reason we didn’t get other interactions between the two for the rest of ACOSF?

Hello anon.

You have the answer to that Lucien part of the question in the books why she "keeps" them.

Elain, at least, would be too polite to send Lucien away when he wanted to help. She was too polite to send him away on a normal day. She just ignored him or barely spoke to him until he got the hint and left.

And for azriel part you again need to compare it to every lucien gift she gotten. Examples:

Acofas

“Enchanted gloves,” she read from the card. “That won’t tear or become too sweaty while gardening.” She set aside the box without looking at it for longer than a moment. And I wondered if she preferred to have torn and sweaty hands, if the dirt and cuts were proof of her labor. Her joy.

Acosf

He and Lucien did not exchange gifts, though the male had brought a gift for Feyre and one for his mate, who barely thanked him after opening the pearl earrings. Cassian’s heart strained at the pain etching deep into Lucien’s face as he tried to hide his disappointment and longing. Elain only shrank further into herself, no trace of that newfound boldness to be seen.

But with Azriel:

But tonight, here in the dark and quiet, with no one to see…He pulled the small velvet box from the shadows around him. Opened it for her. Elain sucked in a soft breath that whispered over his skin. His shadows skittered back at the sound. They'd always been prone to vanish when she was around. The golden necklace seemed ordinary -- its chain unremarkable, the amulet tiny enough that it could be dismissed as an everyday charm. It was a small, flat rose fashioned of stained glass, designed so that when held to the light, the true depth of the colors would become visible. A thing of secret, lovely beauty. “It's beautiful," she whispered, lifting it from the box. The golden faelight shone through the little glass facets, setting the charm glowing with hues of red and pink and white. Azriel let his shadows whisk away the box as she said softly, "Put it on me?"

So as you can see she let him put in on her...they almost kissed but rhys stopped them and azriel called it "a mistake". And she returned the necklace not bc she rejected him but because she thought he rejected her.

And returning it is not a rejecting/being done way. Look at nesta and cassian gift scene in acofas. Nesta rejects the gift to his face and cass literally throws it to sidra. So I think we are good with a little misunderstanding between Elain and Azriel.

He was grateful the streets were empty when he hurled that box into the Sidra. Hurled it hard enough that the splash echoed off the buildings flanking the river, ice cracking from the impact.

And as for everything has given by azriel...tt was just for that day as told in the books. Anyways...

#elriel #anon ask

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elliemarchetti · 4 days

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The Queen of the Quills - Jily Edition (part 3)

Posting on Tumblr too because this fic's sister is already there.

Reading The Queen of the Quills - Blackinnon Edition will not be mandatory to understand the developments of James and Lily's story, but some details could be shared, therefore, for anyone wishing to fully enjoy the experience, I will leave a small index.

Blackinnon Edition - Chapter 1

Blackinnon Edition - Chapter 2

Jily Edition - Chapter 1

Blackinnon Edition - Chapter 3

Jily Edition - Chapter 2

This was @athenasparrow's gift for @jilymicrofics ' Exchange 2024, but if you like it and are willingly to reblog, it would be super appreciated since stories like this require quite some time and effort🥰

Plot: James Potter, London's most evasive bachelor, an impertinent libertine, has decided to get married. He has also already chosen his wife, the debutante Lily Evans, a self-confident young woman who has not the slightest intention of being seduced by such a man.A Bridgerton inspired Regency AU.

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At Tuesday night's ball, Mr. Potter was seen dancing with more than one marriageable young lady. Such behaviour can only be described as disconcerting, as Potter typically avoids witches on the marriage mart with impressive perseverance, frustrating all mothers with marital aspirations for their daughters.

The Queen of the Quills, May 5, 1813

By eleven o’clock, all of Lily’s fears became true. James Potter had asked her to dance, and worse, her mother had practically forced her to accept by digging her nails into the strip of skin that the short sleeve of the dress and her right glove left exposed.

“Can you stop, please?” she hissed.

“To do what?” her chaperone asked, feigning innocence.

“To look at me as if you were planning the wedding breakfast!” Lily blurted out, trying to keep the panic in her voice at bay.

The older woman blushed faintly, guilt colouring her cheeks.

“It would be a superb match, and maybe he could even help Petunia.”

Lily had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming that nothing would manage to get her Muggle sister a wizard husband. Nobody, or almost nobody, in the Wizarding World was willing to abandon the comforts that always carrying a wand entailed only for a woman they barely knew. Exceptions existed, of course, but Petunia wasn’t interested in a specific suitor beside Mr. Potter himself, and only because he was unattainable, rather in the aura of mystery revolving around what nature had forbidden her but granted to her sister.

“Did you listen to me yesterday morning, in the living room?” she asked, even though the answer was obviously a no, as she wasn’t doing it now, her eyes glued to the man she wanted as a son-in-law. Lily had to admit that Mr Potter was irritatingly handsome in black rather than the bright colours that were in fashion. He seemed, at least on the surface, to be everything one could want in a husband, with burnished velvet eyes that matches his hair perfectly and classically magnificent lips, but he gave the impression of being incapable of smiling, and if Lily had been shorter, like the girl he was swaying with on the dancefloor, she would’ve considered him too tall.

“His mother is absolutely lovely,” Elizabeth mused, but Lily, who struggled to understand where this was going, didn’t dignify her with an answer.

“I can hardly believe such a gracious and intelligent lady could have raised a son that turned out to be less than the best of gentleman, regardless of his reputation,” she explained, as if it was obvious and not twisted at all. “Now, why don’t you come with me to say hello to Mr. Black? His cousin introduced us over tea and I’m sure you’ll find him absolutely charming.”

Before Lily could protest, her mother was dragging her towards a young man with long black hair, angular features, and hazy grey eyes. When he took her hand, he brushed his lips on her knuckles so lightly that Lily suspected he hadn’t kissed them at all, but that unpleasantness aside, she found his sarcasm rather refreshing.

They went to the lemonade stand, obviously with her mother’s approval, and talked mostly about their respective families, namely what it was like to have a sister who hadn’t attended Hogwarts and couldn’t know most of the things that filled her adolescence, and how he had to endure the endless stories of his cousin’s wedding, which he was unable to be present at because he was in Africa.

“Did you return because you had other ceremonies to turn up to?” Lily asked, immediately hiding behind her glass. Her conversational skills were getting worse every day, but Londoners didn’t seem to notice, or at least had the decency to not treat her like a simpleton.

“I didn’t, although I fear it will soon become part of my duties,” he replied vaguely, but before Lily could investigate further, the previous song ended abruptly and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of Mr. Potter as he handed his partner over to what must’ve been her mother. He approached them at a brisk pace, as if he couldn’t wait to reach her, and even if she already suspected it, Lily realized with dismay that she couldn’t escape her promise. After all, Mr. Potter was the only heir to an ancient family, while she was a nobody from Somerset, and they were in the middle of a crowded ballroom, hardly the place where she wanted to be caught making a scene. It didn’t matter that she thought he was hateful, or that his manners were too direct, cold, and contemptuous, she had to dance with him and refrain from stepping on his feet on purpose, though just the sound of his voice annoyed her.

“We don’t have to converse,” she replied, to whatever question she’d just been asked, but instead of the grudge she hoped to elicit, she got a completely unexpected reaction. Without missing a step, James Potter leaned his head back and laughed loudly, attracting the attention of the nearest couples.

“You hurt me, Miss Evans,” he murmured finally, but his intense gaze still remained delighted.

“I made you thicker skinned,” Lily commented, before she could connect her brain to her tongue. Her sentence implied that she had thought about him before, but above all that she thought of him as tough, which wasn’t true.

“I'm more sensitive than you think,” he replied, and despite her efforts, Lily felt the corners of her mouth rise in a shy smile that froze in place when he insisted on an answer to his question. He wanted to know why she hated him, and Lily choose her words with great care.

“I don’t,” she retorted. “I don’t even know you.”

“Knowledge is rarely a requirement for hatred,” he told her softly, his eyes trained on her steadily. “Come on, you don’t seem like a coward. Humour me.”

“I don’t hate you,” she finally admitted. “I just don’t like you.”

Something in his gaze told her he appreciated the sincerity, but he still wanted a reason.

“If you want me to be frank, then I’ll be, but don’t be offended afterwards, and don’t try to undermine my chances to have decent suitors only because you can’t take a no for an answer,” was her terse premise, and she didn't even wait for him to nod or tell her that in that case he'd rather not hear her thoughts before continuing. “I don’t think you’re the kind of man who would seriously commit to marriage, and I don’t have time to waste, so I’m not interested.”

“Are you calling yourself an expert on men, and on husbands in particular?” Mr. Potter asked, and if Lily wasn’t already mortified enough by his words, and didn’t care about ruining any chance Petunia had of making her selfish dream come true, she would’ve slapped him.

“You know well that I’m not,” she croaked, but immediately regretted it, because her manner seemed to amuse her interlocutor exceedingly.

“I think,” he went on, “that you found it easy to keep most of the men who came to your door at bay, but I fear you made a grave mistake in thinking you could do the same with me.”

Lily’s lips were set in a grim, straight line, but she succeeded in saying she didn’t seek to manage him, only to keep him at a safe distance. She knew of women with uptight morals who hadn’t been able to resist to seduction, and she certainly didn’t intend to ruin herself for a bespectacled rake.

“Which just goes to show, Miss Evans, how very little you know of men. At least of the rakish, roguish variety,” he whispered, leaning in so close she could feel his hot breath against her cheek.

The sensation made her shiver, and he smiled wickedly.

“There is little we relish more than a challenge, and you, Miss Evans, issued me the sweetest one I’ve ever encountered,” he murmured in her ear when the music drew to a close.

It was too much, standing in the middle of a ballroom, being insulted and belittled… Even if she promised herself she wouldn’t do it, she stepped on his foot, hard enough to make him let out a small, decidedly unrakish, unroguish squeak.

When he glared at her, she shrugged: “I’m afraid, Mr Potter, that you need thicker boots.”

His grasp tightened on her arm, and Lily held her breath.

“Before I return you to the sanctuary of the chaperones and spinsters, there is one thing we need to make clear: I’m going to court you, and should I decide that you will make a suitable Mrs. Potter, I will make you my wife.”

Lily whipped her head up to face him, fire flashing in her eyes: “Is it a threat?”

He looked down at her with the confidence of a male who is never crossed.

“A promise, Miss Evans, just a promise.”

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The next afternoon was like any following a major ball. The Evans’ drawing room was filled to bursting with bouquets, each one accompanied by a crisp white card bearing the name Lily Evans. A simple Miss Evans would’ve sufficed, but James supposed one couldn’t really fault a wizard for wanting to make certain the flowers went to the correct sister. Not that anyone was likely to make a mistake on that measure. Floral arrangements from members of the Wizarding society generally went to Lily. In fact, there was nothing general about it; every bouquet that had arrived at the Evans residence in the last month had gone to her, according to the insight their butler gave to James when he asked. One thing that many of his peers underestimated was the amount of information that can be gained in the Muggle world through money. Changing a couple of sikles for a few shillings was the first step to reaching secrets the households in which Muggleborns lived hid behind a veil of stubborn ignorance from the outsiders.

It didn’t take James long to understand why Lily hadn’t attended all the social events of the season: they conflicted with the schedule of Muggle parties her sister deemed of interest, usually held on Mondays or Wednesdays. Petunia had little suitors even in that marriage mart, but the eldest Evans certainly had a better chance of marrying a Muggle than a wizard, hence the Muggle maids and butler. To those accustomed to the sight of them, house elves were beings like any other, but to those who didn’t even know the existence of magic, they would’ve appeared like freak shows covered in rags, certainly not what a gentleman visiting a possible wife would expect from her respectable family.

It must’ve been complex for Mrs. Evans, who was a widower, to lead that double life. With Lily out of the game, she could’ve left all the weirdness of the Wizarding World behind, but for now, she had to adapt, behave around witches as if she understood all their references and show pride in her daughter’s powers. Maybe she actually was happy about her peculiarity he was used to see as the norm, and the strained expression he had caught the previous night was just the manifestation of a certain tiredness. If her daughter behaved as the Incomparable of the season should, James could’ve relieved everyone of that burden, and Mrs. Evans would’ve finally been able to focus more on the daughter who most required her attention and needed her help.

Why Lily didn’t see how pragmatically convenient their union would be for her too left him astonished. James was good-looking, intelligent, had a large house in a safe neighbourhood, perfect for raising a family, and would’ve never stopped his wife from working if she had wanted to. From what Remus had told him, Miss Evans had all the potential to become the next Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts, once Mrs. McGonagall retired, or she could take Slughorn’s place, even if the rumours cited Severus Snape as his possible successor. James barely remembered the guy, only how he saved his life from a bad decision Sirius made when he was at his lowest. He should have let him die, since he had turned out to be a first-class racist, and was now associating with people like Bellatrix Black and Lucius Malfoy, people who called Muggleborn scum, Mudblood, and every other insult they heard in their childhood from their hateful parents.

“I like to think I have the last laugh,” said a female voice, starling him. “Most of the flowers make Lily sneeze, so they tend to end up in my chamber anyway.”

Petunia Evans wasn’t a bad girl. Unremarkable, sure, but not ugly. Her bearing was excellent, and both her body and her face were well proportioned. She moved gracefully, and from what James knew she was well-versed in topics and pastimes of Muggle interest, but something about her expression, the way she approached the flowers intended for her sister, made him uneasy. She exuded envy, and seemed capable of unspeakable malice.

“Don’t worry,” she added, when it became clear that James had no intention of answering her. “Roses don’t bother her, although I’m sure she’ll consider the choice trivial. Nice colour, though, a symbol of admiration.”

“I don’t think your presence here without a chaperone is wise,” James commented, studying how the grimace she made as she read one of the notes intended for Lily crumpled her features.

“No one would bat an eye if something happened with one of you,” she replied, nonchalantly tossing the white card to the ground. “You could make me forget, and who knows, maybe you could do something to make it appear like it never happened.”

James shuddered at the idea. She wasn’t wrong, he knew of witches who had pretended to be chaste in order to get a worthy match despite indulging in carnal pleasures over and over again, but they were a minority, and it wasn’t difficult to discern who was capable of doing so with a quick judgment of character. Of course, if Petunia hadn’t been Muggle, she would’ve been part of the lot, and maybe dealt with love potions and similar concoctions as well. James made a mental note never to accept anything to drink or eat offered by the eldest Miss Evans, as a precaution.

“What are you doing here?” asked another female voice, younger and way angrier. In his entire life, James had never been so grateful for an abrupt interruption, or to know that the woman he wanted to take as his wife didn’t consider him a suitable suitor. Obviously, after the ball, he had contemplated the possibility of turning his attentions elsewhere, towards the second, or the third, since Marlene was undoubtedly the second and he had no intention of marrying his dearest friend and depriving her of the love she inexplicably wanted to find, most beautiful lady of the season, but the poor girl lacked brains, and the further he got from the imaginary podium, the worse the situation got. If James Potter intended to marry within the year, and that was exactly his aim, it could only be with the Miss Evans who was currently glaring at him.

“I believe it’s customary for suitors to call upon young women, or did I misplaced my etiquette book?” he asked, a brow raised above the frame of his glasses and the bouquet still safely tucked under his arm.

“I meant,” Lily growled, “how did you get in?”

“The usual manner,” he answered, cocking his head toward the hall. “I knocked on your front door and, amazingly enough, the same butler who alerted you of my presence, opened. Then I gave him my card, he took a look at it, and showed me to the drawing room. Much as I’d like to claim some sort of devious, underhanded subterfuge, it was actually quite aboveboard and straight forward.”

“Infernal butler,” she muttered, and James had to stifle a laugh with a cough. “He’s supposed to see if we’re at home before showing you in.”

“Maybe he had previous instructions that you would be for me,” he suggested.

“I gave him no such instructions,” she bristled.

“I wouldn’t have thought so,” James said with a chuckle.

“I did,” Petunia admitted, but before Lily could lunge at her, probably to pelt her with one of the lovely flower arrangements awaiting her attention on the table, the eldest darted away like lightning, leaving them alone, except for the valet waiting in the antechamber. For James it was like seeing an excerpt of his childhood again, of those stolen moments with the younger members of other families that made him ardently desire to have a brother of his own.

“I'm sorry,” Lily sighed in the end, surrendering to the inevitable obviousness that she should converse with him, if only to keep up appearances and not offend an important member of the Wizarding ton. “We usually act like civilized people, but the mere mention of your name goes to her head.”

“Do you mention me often?” James asked, amazed.

Lily simply rolled her eyes and indicated with a wave of her gloveless hand one of the two sofas furthest from the flowers. As soon as they were out of sight of their chaperone, the stout figure of the footman peered out of the open door, maintaining a polite distance, which would give them the opportunity to speak more freely than they would have done in the presence of Mrs. Evans.

“Is that a musical instrument?” he queried, picking up a long black case off the sofa.

“A flute,” Lily confirmed. “Petunia is taking lessons and why shouldn’t I join in?”

Something told James that she wasn't too happy about having to waste time blowing into something she could make sound perfect with a simple spell, but he didn't want to push it, so he decided to change topic, asking her if she had a chance to befriend the other debutantes.

“I've known some of them since Hogwarts, but even there Londoners tended to keep to their own business, and the few country witches I was close to have already found suitors at home,” she replied, with that honesty that distinguished her and James appreciated immensely.

“One of my dearest friends should be your age,” he added, when silence fell. “I think you could get along.”

“And why do you think so, Mr. Potter?” she asked inquisitively, leading James to wonder if whatever he said would inevitably lead to an argument.

“Because she’s clever, and funny, and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind seeing a friendly face that doesn’t have sideburns,” he replied, finally making his interlocutor smile. “Besides, I’m afraid you have a common enemy.”

“You, Mr. Potter?” she inquired.

“Mr. Pettigrew,” he corrected, glancing sideways at the table with the flowers. He had recognized his schoolmate’s bad taste as soon as he walked through the door, his suspicions reconfirmed by the unmistakable childish handwriting on the decidedly exaggerated note. The fact he even got the recipient wrong, Miss Lily Evan instead of Evans, annoyed him beyond comprehension.

“The man has more hair than wit, a great lot more,” she hissed between her teeth, making James choke on his own saliva. The lad was going bald, but he supposed it was Miss Evans’ way to prove her point.

“Isn’t it considered bad form to insult a suitor?” he questioned. “Not that I blame you, Marlene discouraged him in every way and he keeps trying to call on her. He’s a nice enough fellow, I’ll grant you that, but not someone you’d want to build a boat were you stranded on a desert island.”

Something in James’ words seemed to prompt a strange reaction in Lily, who leaned towards one of the tables to grab a fan she began to wave insistently in front of her face.

“Are you feeling alright? Should I open a window?” he demanded, but she barked she was fine and tried to resume their conversation when a small commotion broke out in the garden – a few decidedly canine woofs followed by a high-pitched shriek. Lily rested her forehead against her fan, as if she was about to have a terrible headache, while James rushed over to see what was happening, only to catch Mrs. Evans trying to ward off a dog that looked too familiar to be confused with a common animal.

“Padfoot?” he yelled from the window, halting the butler who was rushing forward, ready to hit his best friend with a parasol, and attracting the black deerhound’s attention.

“Mr Potter!” Lily’s mother exclaimed, a hint of relief in her voice tense with fear. “Is this your dog?”

It took James less than a second to decide that this would be the perfect opportunity to embarrass, in a totally innocent but undoubtedly funny way, Sirius, so he confirmed, stating he must’ve followed him from home.

“If I’m not overstepping your kindness, could you lend me a leash?” he asked, flashing one of his dazzling smiles. “He’s very fond of me, and he’s a really good boy, but as you may have noticed, not too obedient, and I’m afraid his size might upset passers-by if we go back to my residence with him free to roam wherever he wants.”

“That’s not a dog,” Lily commented, her voice so unexpectedly close she startled him. She must’ve been used to be sneaky to eavesdrop on other people’s conversation, for he hadn’t even noticed she had gotten up from the sofa, much less that their faces were little more than a foot apart.

“And what would that be, then?” he asked, feigning an offense he didn’t really feel. It would’ve been suspicious if he hadn’t been hurt by her words, if that had really been his beloved dog, but in reality he knew well that Sirius’ animal form was quite disturbing for anyone who hadn’t grown up with him.

“It looks like the representation of the Grim in the Divination book,” she replied, her expression innocent and alit with a twinkle James had never seen in her.

“Would you like to meet him, Miss Evans?” James asked, but without offering his arm, as they were in her residence and she wasn’t even wearing gloves. He would’ve liked to rest his hands on hers though, feel if they were as soft as they seemed. They had to be, without a doubt.

“If it’s not too much trouble…” she began, but James didn’t give her too much time to reign her curiosity and led the way outside, where Padfoot was seated happily in the middle of the garden, shedding on the blue-and-white flowers as he grinned up at Lily.

“I think he likes you,” James said, trying to hide the accusation in his tone. Whatever Sirius was doing, it pointed straight to a disaster.

“And he likes you too, Mrs. Evans,” he added, always the gentleman, but Lily’s mother didn’t seem happy at the thought.

“I’m afraid my mother is too polite to say she’s scared of dogs,” Lily intervened, removing the older lady from an embarrassing predicament and at the same time earning herself a dirty look that smacked of a lecture.

“I understand… But I have a little secret to share with you, Mrs. Evans, to keep them out of your way: animals sense fear, and if they’re as affable as this good boy here,” he explained, patting Padfoot between his pointed ears, “they regard your diffidence as something of a challenge. So, when they see you, they simply want to prove they’re friendly and maybe snatch a snack.”

“You are very wise, Mr. Potter. Unfortunately, my daughter Petunia shares this foolish fear with me, but Lily loves animals!” she exclaimed, approaching her youngest and being careful not to attract too much attention from what she couldn’t have known was an Animagus.

“Quite a coincidence, then, that Padfoot followed me here. If it pleases you, Miss Evans, we could continue out conversation while we walk through the park, if your mother agrees,” he proposed, making Mrs. Evans eyes light up with joy. Fortunately, she had the good sense to refrain from showing it too much, although she agreed and ordered her daughter to put on her gloves before she could utter a word.

“Wear proper walking shoes too!” she shouted after her, and James saw the thin shoulders of the retreating figure stiffen, as if her intent had been precisely to quickly end their promenade with the excuse of sore feet.

In the meantime, a well-made leash arrived, and Jamed had to invent a poignant story to justify to Mrs. Evans why his dog had followed him there, so far from home.

“We found him when he was just a puppy. I was still in school, so I was away for considerable periods of time, but he bonded with me, and for a while, I insisted in bringing him wherever I went,” he explained, while trying to enjoy the displeased expression on his friend’s canine muzzle.

“You must’ve had a wonderful time at Hogwarts,” the woman commented, but there was a hint of something that James couldn’t recognize in her voice, as if she feared that just mentioning the wizarding school might elicit some adverse reaction. It had to do with her Muggle daughter, he was nearly sure, but maybe she felt like she lacked with the other one; after all, from what he had heard, it wasn’t customary among the Muggles to let young girls travel so far from home, and although the dormitories were divided, everyone took the same courses at Hogwarts, and there was an equal number of male and female teachers too.

“Unforgettable,” he agreed. “The friendships established at such a young age by staying together for so long are almost indestructible, and growing up so close with one’s peers makes even the less fortunate feel not so much alone.”

“If only there had been a similar place for my Petunia…” the woman began, but the conversation never came to an end, as Lily had returned, a sun hat firmly anchored in her hairstyle and short, day gloves to cover her delicate hands.

“Well!” exclaimed Mrs. Evans, changing her tone so suddenly James wondered how often she hid from one or the other of her daughters the burden that dividing between them brought upon her.

“I guess you want one of your footmen to chaperone us,” James said, as if it were a matter of fact, but the woman waved a hand the same way he’d seen Lily do, and the topic was closed. In fact, although the most bigoted among the wizards still disliked to see young men waking without a chaperone in the company of unmarried women, society was making a rapid progress in eliminating those obsolete preconceptions, and as long as they didn’t enter any infamous lane, there shouldn’t have been any problem.

However, James was keen to point out, as they turned down Milner Street, how much Mrs Evans seemed to value his honour and gentlemanly ways.

“Because she doesn’t know you,” her daughter, who for a few minutes now seemed to have bitterly regretted her choice of wanting to see the dog who had followed him to her front door, quickly replied. On his part, the Animagus in question was strangely well behaved and walked in front of them in a perfect straight line, the leather of the leash tight enough to prevent them from lingering too long, as if it had a goal, or was afraid that if James had too much air in his lungs he might say something he might regret.

“Should we cross over to Rotten Row?” he asked to his companion, but she was rather distracted, her face tipped up to the sun, basking in its warmth, and for one extremely disconcerting moment, James felt a sharp stab of something, a feeling rather different from the lust he was used to.

“Did you say something?” she murmured afterwards, and he cleared his throat soundly, taking sharp breaths in hope they would dispel the sentimental fog from his mind. A big error, he would soon discover, since the only thing he got was an intoxicating whiff of her scent, an odd combination of exotic lilies and sensible soap.

“You seem to be enjoying the sun,” he said, making her smile and turn to him with a clear-eyed gaze.

“I know that’s not what you said in the first place, but yes, I am. It’s been so dreadfully rainy of late.”

“I though young ladies weren’t supposed to let sun on their faces, especially those as fair skinned as you,” he teased, but she shrugged, looking only the slightest bit sheepish as she replied he was right, but it still felt heavenly.

“I do wish I could remove my bonnet,” she added, wistfully.

James nodded his agreement, feeling much the same way about his hat.

“You could probably push it back just a bit without anyone noticing,” he suggested.

“Do you think?” she queried, her entire face lit up at the prospect, and that strange stab pierced his gut again.

“Of course,” he murmured, reaching up to adjust the rim of the bizarre confection, all ribbons and lace, tied in such a way no reasonable man could ever make sense of, least of all fix it without brushing the temple of the lady who was wearing it. Lily held still, but when they accidentally touched, the breath got caught in her throat and she leaned slightly closer, making him feel the heat of her body. He probably was about to do something very stupid when Padfoot let out a loud stream of barks and yanked hard on the lead, jerking James away.

Lily watched with amusement as the dog barrelled forward, moving with even more speed than she probably would’ve ever guessed his long legs could manage. James made a valiant attempt to keep his grip on the leash, but his friend was now barking like mad and running with equal vigour, making it fly out of his grasp and prompting a shriek from Lily, who dashed forward to follow him, despite he clearly wasn’t intent on being caught.

With a weary sigh, and cursing Sirius under his breath, he began to run after her trying to keep a shred of decorum, which she wasn’t interested in, since she kept the hem of her dress way above her ankles, her socks – and calves – in full display.

“Where did he go?” he asked, once he reached her at a crossroad, hands on her hips as she scanned her surroundings.

“I don’t know, it’s your dog!” she exclaimed. “Though he’s maybe after a rabbit, which will make everything easier, since it’s known they always stick to well-trod paths.”

James scowled at her sarcasm, but before he could reproach her, or say they should stop their chasing since Padfoot knew the way home rather well, a shriek very similar to the one he elicited in Mrs. Evans came from their right, and Lily resumed her run, cutting right across the grass toward Rotten Row, the ton’s favourite spot for a stroll. Everyone was going to see them act rather undignified, and he told himself he must really want to marry this girl is he was up to be seen dashing through the park after a hoydenish Miss racing as if someone had set fire to her shoes.

When he reached the grass again, he stumbled for a second, and had to pause to take a few deep breaths before horror dawned on him. They were near the Serpentine, and there was little this specific dog liked better than to jump in a lake, taking as many people with him as he could.

#jily #james potter #lily evans #petunia evans #sirius black #marauders era #regency au #bridgerton au #harry potter fanfic

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void-botanist · 2 months

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Rose's Kiss Week Day 1: Escape

OCs: Marcus Asalun (aka Anchesh Pabat) and Yera Miants

Words: 887

Content warnings: none

Notes: this takes place shortly before best friends Anchesh and Yera begin their courtship, so Anchesh is still single and they're both in their early twenties. Also they're both bovans (think catgirl but part cow instead).

At four minutes past eleven the penultimate dance ended, and Anchesh kissed the back of his partner’s gloved hand and made equally perfunctory excuses to the crowd that formed around him—he just needed to retire to his rooms briefly, a phrase that people always assumed meant he had to piss. They held back as he entered the hallway, and until he was finally behind the closed door of his quarters, he kept himself stately. In private, though, he went straight to the window and swung himself out onto the pebbled garden bed underneath it. Holding his robes close, he followed the familiar unmarked path through the trees, down into the garden where the paths were lined with tiny lamps along the ground. Yera was waiting for him in the usual spot, the airy layers of her dress ethereal in the mix of moonlight and path light. He touched her bare shoulder and she turned, copying his smile as she suddenly grabbed his hand and ran with him, giggling, down to the bench behind the arbor. They sat down in a rush, his heart beating harder from that run than a whole night of dancing. He grinned at her, and she grinned back, and he tried to gather his wits around catching his breath, but instead of saying a word she just leaned in and kissed him. His lower lip folded slightly between hers, and then she was back in her seat, even as her touch seemed to linger on his lips.

Her smile had taken on an air of chagrin, the silvery sheen on her cheeks almost a blush. “Sorry, I just—”

“Are an incredible kisser?” he said.

She made a noise that was half surprise, half laugh. “Yeah, but I got carried away. I know we’re not having a real courtship.”

“Why not?” Yera gave him the head tilt, her ears not quite relaxed. “No, I’m serious. I want you to be my right hand schemer.” When she just sort of laughed it off as their inside joke, he added, “And if you know we’re friends, and I know we’re friends, I don’t see why you can’t kiss me if you want.”

“You made up your mind over one kiss?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it. I didn’t think you wanted to kiss me.”

“Well, you’re not my guy. But I’m still going to be your wife.” She put her upper arm along the top of the bench and leaned her cheek against her gloved knuckles. “And I love you, Anchesh. I do.”

“I know you do,” he said. “I love you too.”

He lifted her hand from her lap, kissing the back of it and setting it lightly on his shoulder. As his hand followed her sash back along her waist, she leaned in too and caught him in another kiss. His other hand caressed the curve of her neck, her skin warm against his gloved fingers. No one would catch them this far down in the garden, but if anyone did, it would just look like they had started their courtship early, like the lovebirds everyone thought they were.

“You’re not such a bad kisser yourself,” Yera said as she gently pulled back, her ears now low and soft. “You might want to head back, though, before everyone wonders what happened to you.”

“I know. I’m gonna get a reputation for being the slowest pisser on Iecunem.”

She laughed. “They know you’re up to something. They just don’t know what.”

He gently extracted himself from her arms and stood up, offering her a hand.

“No, I think I’ll stay here for a while longer. Daydream wistfully about that time I kissed the prince.”

With a smile still on his face, he started up the hill behind the bench.

“Anchesh,” Yera called back in a low voice. He turned. “You need help getting back in the window?”

He shook his head. “I have a plan this time.”

“You had a plan last time,” she said, but she didn’t leave the bench. He didn’t stay to argue the point, but the plan he’d had last time was a spur of the moment calculation that left him weaving his way through the service corridors at top speed instead. This time he had an actual real plan, set up ahead of time. To be able to push himself up onto the windowsill and get back in, all he needed was about four inches’ boost. He’d procured and hidden a slice of log that would do the trick, and not look too out of place if anyone happened to see it before he came out to hide it again. He dropped it on the bed of smooth white pebbles under the windowsill and immediately sunk further into them when he stepped on the wood. Still, he was higher—he jumped with his hands on the windowsill and managed to push himself up to half climb, half tumble back into his room. With a quick spin in the mirror to make sure he didn’t look like he was coming in from the gardens, he swept out into the corridor to return to the ballroom.

It was only once he found himself looking out at the ballroom crowd that he realized he should have actually taken his opportunity to piss.

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#I don't know if it's realistic to be able to tell if someone is a great kisser from one kiss. but for this scene idc #c: Marcus #c: Yera #wip: iecunem #rose's kiss week #rose writ

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Danse Macabre WIP

I made Vassa the baddest bitch. You will all be in her fan club when I'm done with you.

The white tiled floor of the ballroom shone beneath the gas lamps that lined the deep maroon and gold papered walls. As she scanned the crowd, Vassa saw a sea of drab colors, navy, maroon, and black. The deep blue of her dress and the bright gold of Jurian’s sash was an explosion of color among the drab room. She didn’t even want to think about how bright her red hair looked in the light.

Jurian was her own light now. His deep brown hair curled against his shoulders, and his mouth was set into a hard line. She felt his chest inhale sharply as she gripped his arm tighter, stroking the pale skin of his hand softly. Jurian gave her a small grateful smile. His smiles were rare but when Vassa saw it creep into the corners of his mouth, she thought she could give up her throne for him.

“Ah, your Majesty! General!”

The Earl of Merriwinn resembled a rat, Elain had said. Now, looking at the weak chinned man, Vassa could see it. This hair sprouted from his head and chin and thin lips barely covered his large teeth. His wife, a good head taller, was apparently a crafty woman, who had managed to snag both husband and fortune by placing herself in what Elain called a “compromising position” in public.

“Welcome to my home, your majesty. You do me an honor, truly.” Merriwinn exclaimed loudly. As she studied the small man, Vassa tried to recall the week and a half of studious gossiping she had prepared for.

“He’s not a real Earl," Elain had told her, “all titles in the human lands are bought and paid for. There’s no royalty as you know it here. Just money and overseas associations.”

Vassa dipped low into a curtsy that felt strange, a far cry from the respectful bows that were given in Scythia, regardless of gender or station. As she rose, the Merriwinn grabbed her hand, kissing it with dry, cracked lips. Lady Merriwinn held her silk gloved hand to Jurian, who simply bowed to her instead.

“Thank you for the invitation, Lord Merriwinn. It has been far too long since I have attended such a party.” Vassa said with her most diplomatic smile. “And my Lady, your estate is beautiful.”

She watched Lady Merriwinn smile, through flared nostrils. “My thanks, your majesty.” The woman said through her teeth.

Vassa almost felt pity about outranking the woman in her own home, until she remembered that Elain had stressed the woman’s hatred of people from the continent.

Vassa wasn’t going to let her get away with that.

“Why, Lady Merriwinn, your linens are from Neva are they not?” Vassa exclaimed, making sure to add an element of breathlessness to her voice. “Truly the craftsmanship is unlike anything you can find here in Prythian. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, your majesty. My dear husband acquired them on a trip for me.” She sniffed as she eyed Vassa’s gown with a raised brow. “Did you commission your gown in town, majesty? Or was this sent from your homeland?”

“Oh, this?” Vassa said with a sickly-sweet smile. “I made this myself. I confess I am something of an acolyte when it comes to textiles and linens. We Scythian’s take great care and pride in our crafting abilities. I made my own coronation gown as well. Do you sew, Lady Merriwinn?”

“No, your majesty I do not sew. That is something for common women on these shores.” The Lady said through clenched teeth and a straining neck.

"That’s too bad,” Vassa said with mock innocence. “I find when one is idle, they bring nothing to greater society.” Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she turned back to the Earl, flashing him a dimpled grin.

#vassa #jurian #jassa #wip

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dumbdomb · 2 years

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he was relaxing on the couch in his sweats, waiting for his friend to get changed. scrolling on his phone like usual, when he gets a text from them: "play this video while you're waiting, and if it makes you blush turn up the volume so i can hear it, too…" at first, it's pretty cute for a lewd film, with lots of aesthetic shots and pretty clothes. he loved watching the characters kiss and slowly undress before one got spanked. he was worried the volume may have been too loud, but he really wanted to hear the impact. he cleared his throat and squirmed in his seat, hoping they wouldn't walk in at that moment. he could hear them far off in the other room, so he continued watching...

the scene quickly transitioned to another and he realized it was a compilation, after nearly dropping his phone from being startled by the loud noise of the new characters fucking. he quickly lowered the volume but kept watching, feeling embarrassed for enjoying it. the next scene was slower, someone being tied up and decorated like artwork. it was impressive and took skill from both artists to showcase something so beautiful… the music was tranquil and almost like asmr, hearing the sounds of rope passing through and over other knots.

the next transition was to a woman reading a book, except she was also trying to maintain her composure while reading aloud until the climax, right in the middle of her sentence. it was interesting how each clip fascinated him, as if the comp was edited to his interests. but he didn't have much time to think over the next clip, which abruptly featured two men breathing hard and caressing each other. they made out briefly while the top gave the other one a hand, making him moan over the top's cursing and encouragement.

the boy wondered why it was taking his friend so long just to change clothes. he thought maybe they wouldn't return until he actually played the video loud enough for them to hear it, but why this video…? the next scene had a femme girl talking loud while fucking her butch partner with a pink strap. she was so cute, and he had to turn the volume up to hear everything she was saying. another video featured multiple people of different genders, all fucking and cursing and moaning. so much was happening, and after watching all these different clips, he didn't notice how immersed he was, or that he had turned the volume up even more.

he sat up and adjusted himself, noticing how wet he'd gotten without ever touching himself. he was blushing hard, watching as the next scene began with a close up. it was a sensual massage for a patient, who was inspected and relieved by a gloved hand. their arousal and moans, even the fabric momentarily brushing against their skin, could be heard. he licked his lips and nearly moaned, leaning his head back before processing that his friend had reached down his shirt and was rubbing his nipples in small circles and softly pinching them. he opened his mouth to ask what they were doing, barely aware of what was happening in his horned up fugue, when they slid their warm tongue around his, making out with his mouth from behind, like an upside down kiss.

all he could do was moan as their hands caressed his body, then pulled away, causing him to whine in genuine eagerness for the pleasure to keep going. they walked around and stood in front of him, wearing nothing, and began pulling his shirt off. they placed his hands on them while they sucked on his tits, kissed his neck, and continued teasing him until he was instinctively and thoughtlessly grinding up against them. they asked if they could make him cum and they both pulled off his sweat pants and boxers. he was so hard and wet, they didn't have to do much but enjoy making out with his small, throbbing cock. they were so happy to feel him cum on their face, licking and sucking after he came to hear him moan. "please- fuck me. please, can you do that? i want you to fuck me…" ♡ ♡ ♡

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#queer nsft #ftm nsft #cnc dom #gender neutral nsft #please #dom bottom #teasing #needy dom #subby top vibing!! yeah!#thinking and writing this was like mentally edging and it turned me on so bad omgg 🥵#also does anyone else remember that hysterical vid series? 👉👈#mlm nsft #nblnb nsft #domb brain

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xxxangeleyesxxx · 1 year

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Born to Die

OOC - a reply to this Trigger Warning - Blood

The tip of the knife chilled against her throat. A drop of her dark blood just barely dripped down onto it, tainting the fine craftsmanship. The beautifully carved and engraved steel gleamed in the moonlight, reflecting the stars and the fear in her wide blue eyes… but that wasn’t what had her attention. It was him.

He was so pale he glowed in the moonlight, his skin such a flawless perfection that Nina couldn’t even see his pores. His eyes were like diamonds, shining like sparkles in the cold fluorescence. He was beautiful, more beautiful than a vast majority of women Nina had seen, probably even more beautiful than her. The white curtains almost fully encased him, flowing around him like wings. Nina shouldn’t have kept the window open tonight, but it was too warm in her room for her to sleep, and she was stupid.

After what had to have been a few minutes in this position, Nina got impatient. Was he or wasn’t he going to kill her? Was she not his target? God, she hoped she was his target!

She was afraid to speak because his blade was itching dangerously close to her already bleeding and abused larynx, but she did anyway. “Y-You’re going to kill me aren’t you? Why are y-you prolonging this?”

This must have struck a nerve, because he pushed her back all the way into the opposite wall. Nina almost tripped on her feet, but caught herself not even a half-second into it. If she did, she would fall into the knife and die, no doubt about it. Surprising Nina even more than she already had been, the man looked, almost confused as well?

It was easier for her to see him now. He pressed the side of his blade into her neck with his covered thumb. His eyes were narrow and sharp, like a shark, but they were far more wide than they had been a second ago.

A drop of sweat fell down Nina’s face. She gulped. Down the hallway across her room was where most of the children slept. Was he after them? She had to protect them…

“If you’re going to kill me, then-then do it.” She closed her eyes and took it in. “I’m ready. Just-don’t hurt any of them, please! I don’t know what you want or why someone would send you, but please,” she didn’t cry, she felt like she was going to, but she couldn’t. Not ever since her other half was taken away from her. She had already cried enough for one lifetime that day… “Don’t hurt them, they are just little kids. Kill me, and be done with it.”

The blade held against her neck ever so slightly drew back, and that was all that Nina needed. Her eyes flew open. She grabbed the dagger and wrestled it out of his hand, pushing him back as she did so. Her hands were bleeding everywhere, but she hardly noticed thanks to the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The blood ended up working in her favor, since he was wearing leather gloves and therefore had a less-than-ideal grip on his blade, allowing Nina to wring it out of his hands. She couldn’t believe she was actually ready to die right then.

She breathed heavily, holding the knife in between his eyes. “Who sent you?! Who wants to hurt us?”She was shaking like crazy. The man’s bewildered stare wasn’t helping any. She never particularly liked seeing people in pain, even those who hurt her. “Who are y-“

His eyes were gentle, confused, pleading, and longing. She recognized those eyes. They were the same eyes that laughed at her naïveté and cried over her wounds. This was the same face that stared back at her in the mirror, only with a slightly masculine touch. Was this the same boy who she lost 15 years ago? They were only 6… it couldn’t be.

She used the dull end of the blade to flick his light bangs away from his left ear. There, underneath it, was the scar she accidentally gave him when they were little kids. A mark from when they were playing and she threw a rock at his head. It was smaller and noticeably fading… but it was there. She used to kiss it when they went to sleep.

“Johan… is that you?”

#reply to Anon ask #we threading it!#I’m really excited I’ve always wanted to do a AOT/Monster Au #AOT au #anna liebert #theartifxce #johan liebert #johan and anna #nina fortner rp #naoki urasawa's monster #johan x anna

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chaoticoctopus616 · 2 years

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I finally finished the A Monster in Paris Period fic!!

DISCLAIMER: 18+ Contains Topics pertaining to the Menstrual Cycle, Female, the French, and reference to a certain ship from 1912.

Also its super rushed and my first time writing this so it might be 😬 and I'm tired so good night

Being a waitress at a cabaret in Paris is one thing but being a waitress in Paris while barely knowing much French is another. You were relieved to know that the customers here are very patient, they had to be if they let that "thing" perform on stage.

He was a terrifying sight. With an eight foot frame, iridescent blue "skin" and blood red eyes, he looks like he belongs in that Princess of Mars story you read in that one magazine. You wondered if Lucille's "he was a flea who turned giant with these potions two years ago" story was a cover up for extraterrestrial origin.

It was a very busy day at the cabaret and on this particular day you've been "in a mood" or Lucille's boyfriend, Raoul, says in English, "Crabby like what you Americans fish."

"Raoul, They fish lobsters and I'm not from Maine." You sighed.

Raoul, who looked like he gave away his last care, said in French, "Well it was worth a try. Anyway, Lucille wants to invite you to the party we're having after work." Giving the same attitude you reply, "I hope my crabbiness doesn't ruin it."

Your foul mood clouded your thoughts that you almost did not hear a customer calling out, "Mademoiselle! Mademoiselle!" You turn over to the mustachioed customer and he said in a hushed tone "Pardonne moi, vous saignez" it took you a while to process that as "Excuse me, miss, but you're bleeding." Then the man discreetly pointed at the small trail of splatters that lead to you. That moment your heart sank to your stomach and the only thing you thought to do was to set down your tray and run to the nearest room backstage.

Now alone you lift up your now stained petticoat, you saw the trails of blood streaming down your legs. "No,no,no," you whispered to yourself. Moments like this make you wish that you got to board the Titanic like you were meant to, if only you hadn't lost your passport. Oh shit, you realized why Lucille was so nice to you. Your mind was now more overwhelmed by the pity you received and the hot moist feeling in your loins. Little did you know that the monstrous co-star of the cabaret found the mark you made on the bar's floor.

You heard a knocking on the door, "Lucile thank God you're…" exclaimed. But instead of Lucille it was the monster you dreaded to encounter.

"I'm sorry… ahm… Je suis désolée, ah… Monsieur Francœur. I didn't know that this was your dressing room." You managed to get out as fear blocked your throat. He lifted up his hand to display the bright red stain on the first two fingers of his white glove.

"Oh! oh… you, wait you literally touched a random puddle of blood, like on the ground."

He chuckled softly and in a sweet tenor voice he said, "That's what us fleas do to find nourishment." His accent added some charm to such a sentence.

Francœr usually had no problems dealing with the flea instinct to consume blood as it was usually remedied with cows blood or pigs blood, maybe the occasional rat but never craving humans blood. He and his friends figured out how to deal with possible problems fairly quickly, such as when they found out he can tell when a woman's on her time of the month such and dealing with behaviors such as constant sniffing the air around the woman or trailing a bit too close to her. But with you he's fighting real hard, like instincts where about to resurface but he tried his best to act civil.

He hung up his jacket and his hat, asking "Is there anything I could do to help you, Mademoiselle?" He bends down to kiss your hand but he end up catching a wife of your scent. You noticed this and backed away, what does it mean when this well dressed arthropod-like titan smells the air around you so animalistically. Unfortunately looking back at him you seemed to have lost your wits in his eyes and told him, "Can you clean me up?"

He surprised and with a purpose shuffled around his room in vain to find something, but you stopped him. "You're a flea right?" You said. Francœr cocked his head in confusion, mask starting to slip off. "Fleas drink blood." When you said that it clicked, he nodded and said "Do you mind if I removed my masque first?" You said it was fine and his deft hands went to work untying the ribbon holding it up

Mask off, your mental image of him shatters. On stage he was always so suave and that mask made him look a bit smug. But now, with more of his eyes exposed and lack of nose, appeared more innocent. Another thing that showed was his nervousness, as the skin around his "nose area" scrunches up, inhaling your metallic scent, you notice the area where his eyebrows should be was wrinkled to indicate a worried feel.

"It's alright" You reassured him. "Start small then work your way up, I'll tell you when somethings wrong." Your gentleness made it's way to his heart and he went to work. Lifting your skirt up, he started at the middle of your thigh and began trailing up it with his tongue, your breath hitched up with the shock of how hard and raspy it was. He back up a little bit and looked up at you, "Keeping going," you said. And he kept on going lapping up all the streams of blood you had made till he reached your vulva, the sweat earth scent had entranced him but he knew he could stop if you wanted to. Looking into his hungry red eyes, blood slipping out a corner of his mouth you hear him ask "Please" His plead, was something different, it was not innocence nor animalistic it was kinda sexual, however you felt like it was ok to let him give in to his nature as you have gave in when you asked him to clean you up. "Absolutely" You kissed his hard for head.

He said something you didn't understand but it was so sensual sounding that you chose to interpret it anyway you wanted. You just responded with "Bon Appetit"

He worked his way to the labial folds in a slow methodical fashion, making sure any blood was now in his mouth. This mad you squirming with excitement as you feel his hot breath land on your skin Then with his tongue he tried lapping the blood from the clitoral area created the right pressure in just the right place. Your period enlarged it as well as it's sensitivity, that's when the moaning came in, and you wanted more of this feeling so you pressed into Francœr's face. More!" You cry and more he delivered, and by the sound of him joining in your moaning session was a surprise. He began moaning into your legs while having his fill. Now he was finally a the source of your instead of another moan, a purring chirp emitted from the bug man. It felt divine as his tongue scraped the walls of your crevice. And you were about to expect more when.

"Francœr, have you seen the new waitress, I assumed she went to the inn but I couldn't find her.." Lucille said, opening the unlocked door. There she found him face deep into you. Her face now a deep scarlet, well all faces in the room was covered in a deep red color one way or another. "Oh Pardonne moi… I did not mean to intrude." She left, however she didn't close the door enough, leading to her conversation outside to be heard.

You heard Raoul say "Hey have you found her." Lucille then explained the situation and then Raoul laugh " I hope he remembered our talk about the birds and the fleas"

This kind of ruined the good mood that you were in, suddenly Francœr moved his face still dripping with blood next to your ear and whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow."

Fin

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topazy · 2 years

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Under my skin

Pairing: Troy Otto x OC

Warnings: None

Chapter: 1.09

Wylie

I watched from a distance as the parents of the men who never made it back were informed of their deaths. One of the men's moms marched over to Troy, “I heard the dead got them? Is that correct?”

When he nodded, she didn't hesitate to spit in his face, her actions followed by a cold glare. Troy did nothing as the grieving woman began slapping at his face and chest. She was eventually pulled away by her husband.

Troy apologised to the families again before going home. A sickly feeling swirled inside my stomach. I hadn’t known him long, but I knew Troy would be beating himself for the deaths of his men. I watched as Jeremiah and Jake led the grieving partners and parents towards the canteen area. Jeremiah would most likely give some speech praising how they sacrificed themselves for the cause and saved their fellow men.

I pulled off the gardening gloves and sat them on a bench before making my way to the Ottos' house. When I reached the house, the door wasn’t closed right over. I pushed it open and called out, “Troy, it’s Wylie. Can I come?”

“Sure.”

The house was in darkness aside from one room, Troy’s bedroom. I stood outside, not wanting to intrude. I was contemplating coming back at a different time when he called out to me. “Are you just going to stand there or come in?”

I pushed the door open and was surprised to see Troy naked, aside from a towel wrapped around his waist. His bloodied clothes were flung onto a pile on the ground. I knelt in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “They all think I’m a monster, that I’m responsible for their sons' deaths.”

“I’ve seen what monsters do, Troy. Trust me when I say you're not one.”

His jaw clenched slightly, “What happened?”

I chewed on my bottom lip as my eyes trailed along his bare chest that was covered in dirt and blood. “I tell you, but you should really have a shower first.”

—

I almost dropped the small basin in my hands when I turned to see Troy standing right behind me. He’d just come out of a shower, and the water was dripping from his hair and body onto the wooden floorboards.

He had an amused look on his face and said, “What are you doing?”

“I didn’t think you’d want your uniform to be stained.”

A smile found its way onto his lips, “thanks.” He turned and started to walk back to his room. He motioned for me to follow. “Better bring them in here to soak. I don’t want others to see how bloody they are.”

Inside his room, I placed the basin with his clothes in the corner. My eyes were glued to him as he put on a clean top. Troy’s back was covered in scratches and bruises from whatever happened outside the ranch. I wanted to ask so many questions, but I knew Troy wouldn’t tell me anything unless I gave him something first.

He flopped down onto his bed with a grin on his face. I almost laughed when he pulled a notepad out from underneath his pillow and said, “Now, what did you want to tell me?”

His eyes widened when I fumbled with the zipper on my jeans, which caused an amused expression to cross his face. “Don’t get any ideas. It’s just easier to show you than tell you.”

“You want to show me…”

I push the top of jeans and underwear down enough to reveal my bikini line, “this.”

Troy practically jumped out of bed and knelt in front of me to get a better look. “What happened?”

“Adam, the second man we met on the road. He did this to me. He did it with an army knife.”

“Does it hurt?”

With a soft chuckle, I said, “Not anymore. At least I’ve got a badass war wound.”

Troy's eyes had so much curiosity behind them. I usually felt self conscious about my scar, but for some reason I didn’t in front of Troy. He lightly ran his finger across it, “the man who did this, is he dead?”

“I don’t know. I got away from the barn before it burned down.”

Troy placed a soft kiss on my scar before standing up and towering over me. “Would you recognise the man who did this to you if you saw him again?”

I nodded. I looked from his lips to his eyes again, “can I ask you something, Troy?”

“Anything you want.”

“Why do the people on this ranch think I get special treatment from you?”

Troy’s face twisted as he spoke in a serious tone. “When we found you, you were chained to a pole like a rabid dog. You continually scratched and punched me and my men when we tried to help you. You're special because you're still alive, anyone else would have been left for dead.”

“Thank you.”

He cocked his head in confusion, “what?”

“You rescued me when you didn’t need to, and you didn’t need to blacken Leo’s eye and force him to apologise. You don’t need to protect me.”

“Well, maybe I wanted to protect you.”

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against Troy’s. He seemed taken aback but quickly kissed me back. His fingers tangled in my hair before he deepened the kiss. We only pulled apart when another person entered the room.

Jake cleared his voice, “uh sorry - I just wanted to let you know that there is going to be a memorial in ten minutes for the men who didn’t make it back. Also, dad is looking for you. He wants to know what happened out there.”

“Okay thanks, I’ll just be a minute,” Troy said, with a smug look on his face. When his brother left, he turned back to face, “We can talk about this later.”

Troy gave me one last kiss before we joined Jake, who was waiting outside for us. I just hoped Jeremiah would go easy on his son.

#fear the walking dead #troy otto x oc #Troy Otto #FTWD #fear the walking dead fandom #fear the walking dead fanfict #troy otto/oc #Troy Otto fanfiction #jake otto

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starglimmersfw · 2 years

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And If You Kiss Somebody, Then Both of You'll Get Practice

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Ayaka/Yoimiya

Summary: A friendly game of Spin the Bottle leaves our two lovely ladies spinning, overwhelmed with their feelings for each other until they can't help but confront them.

“Ayaka’s up next!” Lumine turned and handed her the bottle. “Are you okay with this?” Everyone else was busy chatting while they waited, allowing Yoimiya to observe the conversation across from her.

Lumine leaned in close to whisper something, but Ayaka took a deep, shaky breath and grabbed the bottle with a determined expression on her face. Yoimiya was happy to see her taking a chance.

“Thank you Lumi, it’s okay. It will be fun, right?”

“Right.”

One of their new friends from the Irodori Festival, Venti, had suggested the game. And since everyone was still in town, it seemed like a fun, if slightly scandalous way to pass an evening. Lumine had given Venti a very sharp look when he suggested it, but after everyone was sworn to secrecy, they agreed to play.

Calx had gone first, getting General Gorou. He blushed furiously but honored the rules of the game, blushing redder still after the artist’s lips grazed his own. Sangonomiya-sama was just as red, watching the whole thing unfold with wide eyes.

Venti had been next, getting none other than Lumine. He gave her a sly smile and leaned in, kissing her on the cheek in a way that was so tender, it was almost too much to watch. Normally quite composed, Lumine was blushing as she sat back down, hiding her fluster behind a sip of dandelion wine.

Finally it was Ayaka’s turn. She leaned forward and gave the bottle a sharp spin before kneeling, her posture perfectly tense. After an eternity, it began to slow until it landed back on Ayaka.

“Go again! Go again!” Zhenyu chanted.

“No, if it lands on the person who spun it, you just use the other end to choose, which means…” Venti pointed first to the bottle and then followed the imaginary line to the person sitting across from Ayaka.

“Hey, that’s me!” Yoimiya giggled. “If that’s okay with Ayaka of course, but I don’t mind!” She could feel a little flutter of hope in her heart, but she tried her best to tamp it down. This was supposed to be fun, there’s no sense in letting her feelings get the better of her.

“Th-that’s the rules right?” Ayaka looked at Venti and he simply smiled and took a sip of wine.

Yoimiya got up and brushed her hands on the sides of her thighs before holding one out to Ayaka. “C’mere.”

She helped Ayaka to her feet. Her nervousness was plain as day, between her light blue eyes darting back and forth, and the sakura pink dusting her cheeks. It hurt Yoimiya to see her so anxious, so she improvised.

“My lady,” she bowed deeply, holding Ayaka’s hand up so she could press her lips to the bare skin of her fingers, just below the edge of her gloves. She looked up as she did, and seeing the gratitude in Ayaka’s expression, she knew she made the right call. Yoimiya tried not to think about how soft her skin was, or stare at the way she bit her lower lip, wanting to feel the plush softness for herself.

Both women quickly sat back down. Yoimiya knew she did the right thing, but she couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. Ayaka was still flustered in spite of the save and merely stared at her hands in her lap.

The game kept the night lively, but only resulted in a few more rounds. Eventually people started to lose interest, so Yoimiya stood up with a stretch. “We should probably call it a night, there’s so much to do at the festival tomorrow so we’ll need our sleep!”

She turned to ask Ayaka if she wanted company going home, but a new voice cut in.

“My lady!” Thoma stood next to Ayaka with an endearing smile, “how was your evening?”

“Thoma!” She blushed an even prettier shade of pink, her gaze resting on Yoimiya for just a moment before she turned back to him. “It was lovely, everyone had so much fun.”

“Wonderful! Shall we head back?” He held out his arm and she looped hers through, the conversation between them too low for Yoimiya to hear. She sighed softly and walked towards the docks to wait for the next boat back to Narukami Island.

- - -

With the whirlwind events at the end of the Irodori Festival, Yoimiya barely had time to think about what happened, and thanks to their festival duties, she and Ayaka barely crossed paths. Finally, a few weeks later, she spotted Thoma and Ayaka strolling through Hanamizaka. Yoimiya was excited, and moved towards them with her usual enthusiasm. She then realized Ayaka wouldn’t look at her, and her stomach sank.

Ever perceptive, Thoma glanced around, finally settling on the blacksmith’s stall. “My lady, didn’t you need to speak to Hajime?”

Ayaka nodded and quickly went to the stand. Once she had begun her conversation, he turned back to Yoimiya. “I have some festival matters to discuss with you, let’s walk to Nagonohara Fireworks together?”

“Yeah, I’m happy to help.” Yoimiya gave him a quizzical expression but followed him around to the side of the shop furthest from the street. “What’s going on?”

“I’m not sure.” He sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ever since the Irodori Festival, my lady has been distracted and forgetful. I was wondering if you knew what might be going on.”

She took a breath and then explained to Thoma what happened. Knowing he was already worried, she let him know right away that she took care of Ayaka. She made sure to conveniently leave off the detail where she wanted to kiss her so badly it hurt, the aching need filling her mind in every spare moment.

“I’m so glad!” He gave Yoimiya a quick hug, back to his usual, overgrown puppy self. “Archons, I was so worried ‘Miya!” A brief cloud of concern crossed his face. “Still though, I wonder what’s been troubling her. Hopefully she’ll feel better soon.” He gave Yoimiya an earnest look, “if she says anything to you, I don’t want to pry, but could you…”

Yoimiya wondered how she was going to ask Ayaka about her well-being if she wouldn’t even look at her, but that was a problem for another day. “Of course, if I hear anything you’ll be the first to know! But you should get back, she’s probably looking for you.”

“Oh jeez, you’re right. Well, thanks again ‘Miya!”

Thoma gave her a small wave before heading off. She could only hope in the meantime that whatever was troubling Ayaka would begin to ease, and their friendship could return.

- - -

Giving Pops the thumbs-up, Yoimiya walked along the beach at Amakane Island and up the hill. She was surprised to hear about this festival the Narukami Shrine and Yashiro Commission were holding, given that it was so soon after the Irodori Festival. Still, she was happy to help with any celebration.

Yoimiya waved to the vendors and festival-goers as she made her way up the hill. The night was warm, and the humid air held the scent of festival snacks and sakura blossoms. She absentmindedly reached out for a firefly as she walked, only to have it spin off into the branches above her.

The icy blue-white hair at the top of the steps caught her attention first, but it was Ayaka’s relaxed, almost wistful demeanor that had Yoimiya caught off guard. She hated to disturb her, but the fireworks were due to start soon anyway.

“Ayaka?”

She nearly fell back in surprise before turning back to look, “Yoimiya? Oh! You usually watch the fireworks from here don’t you? That was rude of me to sit here, I’m so sorry. Let me just-”

“Hey.” Yoimiya placed her hand on her shoulder and she froze, looking up at her with wide eyes. “I don’t own this spot. Stay. Besides,” she plopped down next to Ayaka, “it’s always nice to have company.”

Between the imminent fireworks, Ayaka’s tension, and her own heart, Yoimiya couldn’t stay silent for long.

“I’m sorry about what happened at the Irodori Festival.” She couldn’t bear to look at Ayaka

“What do you mean?”

“I figured you’ve been avoiding me because maybe you were uncomfortable.”

Ayaka fiddled with the ties on her belt. “The apology should be mine. You were very kind, and I’ve let my own feelings get in the way of things.” She let out a shaky sigh. “It’s silly, but I had this notion that I would finally have my first kiss. And when the bottle landed on you, I…”

Yoimiya looked at Ayaka, feeling anxious, hopeful, with that lingering dread of rejection lurking around the edges. She swallowed before replying, “what about me?”

Mortified, Ayaka waved her hands in front of her, “no, it’s nothing. Please, forget I said anything.” She moved to stand up.

“Ayaka.” Yoimiya took her hand. “Please?”

“I thought that you would be my first kiss. And I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since that night. I’m sorry!”

The ocean waves beneath them echoed the emotions rushing through Yoimiya, the steady thrum of possibility wearing down her hesitation like water over stone. “Ayaka, do you want me to kiss you?”

“I think-”

“Don’t think. Just tell me what you want.” Yoimiya kneeled next to her, quickly dimming the nearby lantern before gently tipping Ayaka’s chin in her direction as she leaned just a little closer. “Well?”

Soft and pleading, Ayaka replied, “yes.” Leaning one hand against the tree trunk behind them, she finally kissed her. It was everything she could have hoped for, with Ayaka’s lips as soft as they looked, sweet as Tricolor Dango.

In spite of her Vision and nickname, Ayaka was warm, melting underneath her as their lips connected again and again. Their tongues teasing, tracing their lips, learning the taste of each other, the shape and feeling of their own fitful desire.

Yoimiya pulled away, panting, a thrill in her heart seeing Ayaka look right at her, gaze no longer avoiding but instead fixed steady, light blue eyes sparkling. She grabbed Ayaka’s face and kissed her with all her might, nearly falling over as she did, only to have the first firework of the night burst in the sky as soon as their lips touched.

Startled, they fell apart once more, staring for only a brief moment before another firework went off, and Yoimiya began to giggle, with Ayaka quickly joining her until both women were laughing and kissing and holding onto each other as the sky filled with ephemeral light.

- - -

Yae sat on the seaside cliffs of Byakko Plain, watching the festival with a pleased smile. She smelled the scent of apples and wine on the wind even before her companion settled next to her.

“I’m surprised you remembered our wager.”

“Ehe, I believe I’m owed a bottle of sake, am I not?”

She sipped her own sake and let out a short laugh. “I think it is you who owes me a bottle of dandelion wine. Who do you think suggested this festival in the first place?”

“That may be true, but it was my game where they first made contact.”

They stared at each other briefly, but Yae spoke first. “Then perhaps we have both won.”

“An agreeable set of circumstances.” He took the sake from Yae as he handed over his own bottle. “I should make wagers like this more often.”

“Bold of you to assume you’d win so easily next time, or have you forgotten how clever foxes can be?”

“Guuji Yae, I am the embodiment of the changeable winds of freedom and the cleverest bard in Mondstadt.” Another set of fireworks filled the night sky and he sat down next to her. “I may not be opposed to another friendly bet, but perhaps that can wait for another day. Tonight, let us drink,” he nodded gratefully as she passed him his own sakazuki, “to old friends, and new love.”

#genshin impact #ayaka x yoimiya #venti and yae #spin the bottle #crushes #first kisses #festivals #friendly bets #fanfic #genshin fanfic #kamisato ayaka #yoimiya

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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💋Unspoken Rule #4💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// smut, light fingering, unprotected sex, some sub!bucky, cursing, a smidgen of angst

🍒 AU// roommate!bucky x camgirl!reader

💋 NOTE// As always, requests and asks are open, feedback is appreciated 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

🍒Ronly Friends Masterlist🍒

💋Main Masterlist💋

Moodboard by// @commonintrest

Over the next two weeks, two more videos were filmed. Both without kissing and not going any further than getting each other off without having sex, but also still as mind blowing as the first.

Bucky wanted to experience that high he couldn't reach himself. That no one else had gotten him to.

He didn't tell Steve or Sam about anything that had been happening, he knew there would be teasing and it would also blow the 'Soldat and Cherry' cover, so it became another unspoken rule.

He stopped trying to muffle the sounds he made as he watched the videos and ditched the headphones; making it obvious to you that he was still subscribed to watch videos that he could easily ask you to send him.

But, the sounds you could hear through his bedroom door were nothing compare to the ones muffled by the plastic mask when it came time to film another video.

A long talk about boundaries and keeping things casual, is what lead to the filming of the fourth video. Making sure both of you promised it would stay purely in videos. Nothing more.

Even as you laid against the throw blanket that covered your bed, completely bare besides the mask and wig as he tugged the glove on his right hand off. Bucky kept mentally repeating the promise.

Goosebumps prickled your skin when the cold leather and warm skin of his hands glided up the insides of your thighs, his cock twitching and eyes staying locked in on the glisten of your slit. His thumb ghosting over your clit to elicit a soft moan. "Don't tease." You exhaled, shifting around slightly under his piercing gaze.

Humming in response, Bucky ran two fingers through your folds. Coating the pads of his fingers with your slick before circling your sensitive bud.

The skillful work of his long, thick fingers had you convinced that your own would never be the same. The way they curled and stroked against your walls in the best way as your hands clutched the opening of his leather jacket. Quick to have your back arching from the mattress.

"Is my face in the shot?" Bucky said lowly when he leaned down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes looking to the small screen on the side of the camera to see his hair shielded his face. "No."

"Good, wanna kiss you." His gloved hand reached to pull the mask down, the steady thrust of his fingers on his right not faltering. "Ok, just don't stop." You nodded, catching his plump lips in yours.

The taste of his tongue just as you had imagined it to be when it slipped between your lips to press into yours. Both minty and sweet.

Bucky swallowed every sweet sound he pulled from you, making sure not to break away from the breathless kiss until you had rode your orgasm. Your teeth nipping at his bottom lip as your hands pressed against his chest. "Mask on and lay back." You mumbled against his lips as he removed his fingers.

Bucky's mind was racing just like it was the first time as you moved over him, his hands holding your waist and heart thumping away against his ribcage.

He always thought that all sex would feel the same, but this was different. He had a certain proud feeling when you whimpered softly once he was fully sheathed into the tight warmth of your cunt, the instant flutter of your walls making him groan softly.

You had never had such a full feeling, his tip brushing your cervix as you swiveled your hips. Laying your hands flat against his taut chest to keep steady and letting your head lull forward.

Starting slow and working up to a faster pace when you had adjusted as his hands slipped down to hold your hips.

It was hard to keep focus, the feeling of every ridged inch sliding against your walls sending sparks of pleasure through you starting to engulf you. Trying to pinpoint the pitch of Bucky's moans and pants to know when to slow down.

His fingers curled into the flesh of your ass, hips rolling gently under you as the swirling in the pit of his stomach started. Only to fade away when your hips slowed into a grind, his eyes snapping open to meet your hooded ones as you gave him a wicked smile.

Bucky lifted a hand to hold the back of your neck, pulling you down to whisper in your ear. "You're edging me?" He mumbled, biting back a groan when you wiggled against him. "Be a good boy, Soldat."

He couldn't deny the warmth that washed over him from the two words he told himself wouldn't have an effect on him, muttering a few curses in Russian as he moved his hand back to your hip.

The tensing of the muscles in his thighs quickly started again, his release being held off until he was desperate.

His head lifted from the pillow, brows scrunching up as he tried to guide you faster, your movement nearly stopping when he did. "Please, dear God, cherry." Bucky whined as his head fell back against the pillows, chest and neck flushed and sweat slicked. His mask not helping the hot huffs of breath that fanned right back into his face.

You knew he could easily overpower you if he wanted to, and that's what made it even better. Watching as he tensed and wiggled under you in attempts to get the release he wanted- but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Being able to push as deep as he could go and fill you with his spend until you leaked around his base, would definitely be worth it.

Your throbbing clit ached for some kind of attention, but you weren't done with your fun of watching Bucky crack under you. The sturdy man muttering to himself to let him cum as his warm hand groped at your chest, gloved left caressing your waist and backside.

Needy whines promising he'd be good, telling you how amazing you felt stretching around him. Until his pleas and praises were enough to snap the coil.

Your fingers digging crescent moon shapes into the smooth skin of his chest as your orgasm took over completely. Mind fogging over for a brief moment.

"Oh, god- B-" your bit down harshly on your bottom lip to stop his name from rolling off of your tongue, falling forward against his hot chest as the aftershocks took over and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Giving him the opportunity to chase his own high.

Bending his knees to plant his feet flat against the mattress, Bucky's hands went under your ass, letting out a shaky breath as he chased his own high with rigorous thrusts that made you keen against his flush skin.

"Shit- oh, fuck- so good, cherry." He grunted, gripping your backside as his hips pistoned up into yours, quickly reaching his high. A guttural moan vibrating through his chest when he filled you with hot spurts of his release.

His hands stayed on you until you were out of his reach to turn off the camera, looking over his blissed out form one last time as he felt for the edge of the plastic face covering.

"Holy fuck..." He panted, almost ripping the mask from his face. "Good?" You giggled, slipping on one of his shirts that was on your dresser as he sat up. "Great, best ever." Bucky chuckled, eyes wandering down to where the tops of your inner thighs glistened from his spend leaking onto them before the hem of the shirt blocked the view.

"Beat you to the shower." You grinned, squinting your eyes at him as you backed towards the door. "That's not f- wait!" He called when you slipped out of the room, standing to follow after you.

"I wasn't paying attention, that wasn't fair." Bucky pointed a finger at you with a frown that made you laugh lightly. "Better luck next time."

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The next morning went as normal, Bucky left for work after breakfast, you took a trip to the grocery store. Only this time, you came back with something to talk to Bucky about.

He gave you a bright smile when he walked in the door, long legs carrying him over to where you were on the couch before he swiped the remote from your lap.

"Buck, I need to talk to you." You sighed, turning in your seat to face him. "'Bout what, cherry?" He said, shifting to be more comfortable as his knees parted more. "I, uh, I have a date next week so... I'm gonna do the next video solo." You nodded.

Bucky felt a pang in his heart, he promised everything was purely for videos, but he couldn't help the sliver of jealously that tainted his veins. "Does that mean- we're not gonna film together anymore?" He asked quietly, muting the TV so you had his full attention.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shrugged your shoulders. A part of you wanted to say no to the man at the store who asked you on a date, but he was nice and handsome.

"I don't know. This guy seems nice and all but, it was more of a- I don't want to decline your invitation because you're sweet, so one date won't hurt." You said, looking at where you hands were tugging a string on the couch cushion. "And you don't want to feel guilty about having sex with someone else days before the date. I understand." Bucky nodded his head, giving you a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Bucky." You mumbled, patting his leg before scooting closer. "Who is it?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you and hoping it didn't seem like a 'who's replacing me' type of question. "Cashier at the supermarket."

"He is pretty nice. Gives me extra coupons when I go." Bucky said, scrunching his nose up. "You're not mad, are you?"

He quickly shook his head and gave another smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Of course not, all for the videos, remember?"

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you leaned further into his side. "Yeah... for the videos."

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tiens-letters · 3 years

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Oohh another request haha. I love this thank you and i hope you like it :>

were the bruises to your heart worth it?

Childe angst

You mulled over your sister's words for the nth time today. Her voice playing on loop inside your head, drifting in and out of a mundane daydream.

"why are you still with him?" you wondered as well as to why you still stuck with Ajax, all these days in 3 years of being wit him. Perhaps it was devotion, it was love to persevere even in the wrath of crumbling times and yet why does your heart ache a little more these days he's been far from you.

The days when he would come home, wounded and tired you were there to nurse him back. Back then it was something you'd do out of care and worry, which was until these recent days where it felt as if it were a job you didnt want to do as he would shrug you off instead and locking himself in another room. You barely remember the time where you both shared a quiet night basking in each other's presence, with limbs in a tangle and your forehead upon his beating chest, it was almost none existent as the home you both had felt so utterly desolate, void of the homey ambience.

Youve endured a month of his uncalled behaviour, breaking you even further as things slipped from your grasp leaving you empty and in agony. There were times you'd silently let tears fall as he slept so soundly beside you, unbothered by your pain. He's become more and more as the harbinger you forgot him to be and not your darling lover Ajax.

He never noticed your puffy eyes, sunken cheeks and dwindling weight yet he noticed all the small mistakes youve made. Where one day, left you with a bruise on the arm due his snake like grip after blowing up on you right after he came home from a long journey to sumeru.

You left.

Childe came home earlier than expected, once again tired and nursing a few minor wounds on his body. All he wanted was your touch on his skin as you lulled him to sleep only that to his utter surprise that the house was empty. Perhaps you went out for an errand or for another pot of your favourite flower that you kept in the small garden at the back.

Not giving it too much thought, he lounged on the couch awaiting your return, eyelids soon drooping as the soft pillow coaxed him to sleep.

As the grandfather clock swings its pendulum, the sound echoing through the whole room signifying the arrival of midnight, an eerie sound waking Childe back to consciousness. Groggy from rising he scanned the room only to find it darker than before, if it werent for the nearby lamp he switched open, he swore he couldve been swallowed by the darkness.

Were you not home yet?

A dreadful feeling washed over him as your presence was nowhere around the house. He called out for you as he rushed through the halls, a sliver of hope vanishing every corner turned and every door opened led to nothing but misery.

You always leave a note as to where you are going and yet it was another one out of the many abnormalities in his home.

"Darling? Please i hope youre not playing with me!" he calls out to no one in particular, denying the fact of your existence gone with the wind. Your clothes were all intact and so does your other belongings. He thought of every possibility of what couldve befallen his lover, mostly gravitating towards the worst of the worst case scenarious and may the archons forbid, he would never recover from the blow.

"Where are you?!"

Then it dawned on him after much pondering and pulling his falling parts together. The things he did, the words he said it all came flooding through him like a rushing cold river, hitting him fair and square in the chest and came forth an otherworldly pain and regret. He gasps, almost suffocating by the weight of his sins and he wished he had died right then and there in atonement for his crimes.

Soon his vision became bleary as eyes misted over with tears that fell freely from his ocean eyes. He ruined it. Ruined you.

And yet he could not let you go.

Days seemed to pass by so fast that it had already been 5 months of liberation from Ajax's presence. You were slowly building yourself up once again, the temple that was torn down by a single crack, slowly being rebuilt brick by brick.

Your love for Ajax, even if it left quite the bruise to your heart, it was still there, lingering in the air and a part of you missed him so. You wondered how he would be doing, you wondered if he looked for you just as you did when he didnt come home on the date set, you wonder if he wept when he couldnt feel you next to him, just as you did 150 days ago. You wondered if he ever called your name all the while giving a lingering kiss to the painting that hung on the foyer. You wondered if what you both had, had any significance to him at all.

"Stop doing that." you jolted from where you sat, the book falling off your lap as you met your sister's stern glare from across the room.

"Stop doing what?"

"You are thinking about Tartaglia again. Its been over 5 months and that blundering fool never made an effort to find you much less apologize for what he did when you were still there." there was anger in her voice as she recounted the day you came to her door, teary eyed and just utterly torn. Never once did she felt like murdering someone so bad, especially when it had you, her only family involved.

"Im sorry, I-i just--"

"Hush now." she came over in her elegant strides to take you in her arms, the familiar scent of your mother's favorite perfume stayed on her like second skin and you were so grateful that you had her. You let yourself cry in her embrace in quiet comfort.

Childe never stopped.

Secretly searching for atleast a tiny clue of your whereabouts wore him down to the bone and yet he never gave up. How could he? Even if he thought he was so undeserving of you he still pushed on to right what wrong he's made. The details gathered had been insufficient to serve as a lead making Childe more desperate in his attempt to search for you. Nights were spent on scouring places and information seeking and his work, only done in the daytime. He never wasted a wink on sleep as it was an obstacle to getting closer to you and even when his body collapsed due to exhaustion of overworking all he could think was you.

The search has led a certain fatui informant who works for one of the harbingers. With a note slipped in secrecy on a specific time containing an address on the small parchment. It was all Childe needed to fuel his buried hope as he took off towards snezhenaya.

He never imagined he'd arrive right in front of the iron gates that encased the whole estate atop a mountain. The wind bellowed stronger than before as the snow rained harder upon the place. Luckily, he was born in this region and had survived throughout.

He wondered why you came here, to such a dreadful place but then again, anywhere was better than right by him.

Trying to push open the gates only to be repelled by cryo magic, burning through his gloves and into his skin, leaving fresh burns on his palms as he gasped in pain. Whoever lives here clearly didnt want anyone trespassing much less had a fancy for guests.

He was starting to grow cold as his energy was slowly being siphoned by days of travel, it would only take a matter of time before he passes out.

He calls out, hoping someone inside would hear him.

And you did, only that it seemed like the wind but the time you looked outside the library window, you saw a person outside the gates. The familiar ginger hair tousled with the wind and as you strained your ears to hear and that was when it filled your ears, Ajax's voice. Something you havent heard in quite a long time.

As quick as lightning you stood, half running half gliding through the halways and down the stairs, there was no coherent thought, only him. He was freezing outside the barrier and you pushed yourself more to reach him.

Your figure stepping out through the door was almost like a dream to him. Your name oh so longingly leaving his bluing lips.

"Ajax!" you were in time as you caught his figure which seemed lighter than before. He clung to you, legs desperately tryinf to hold him up. You were here, right in his arms, alive and warm.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry. Please I love you." he rambles on, like a mantra he apologizes over and over again, sobbing and stumbling on his words as he held you so achingly close "Forgive me. Forgive me..."

"Step away from him this instant." your sister, Signora hisses from behind you, just as you were about to coax Ajax she already had a cryo dagger aimed at his head

"Sister please!" you plead, your panic growing as you saw Ajax huffing in labored breaths "Let him come inside or he will freeze to death."

Signora sees the urgency in your eyes and the undying devotion you still hold for the man in your arms. She dematerializes the dagger with a wave of her hand.

"Fine but if I see tears in your eyes then dont you ever dare stop me from what Im going to do to him."

"Thank you sister." you smile at her as she steps backs inside the house and you follow in after her with Ajax leaning on you for support. Once inside, you had him lay on the couch by the fire after helping him out of his winter garments and replacing it for a knitted quilt.

"Im sorry." bloodshot ocean eyes looked at you with so much guilt and a love that you almost forgot "I-i im so so sorry."

"Lets talk about this after youve rested." this time you couldnt look at him, the ache in your heart throbs from the bruises it still nursed. You stood before falling further only for him to catch your shaking hand with his equally shaking one.

"Dont leave." he whimpers, the fear of abandonment increasing as he pleaded for you to stay. instead, you let go of his hand and placed yours instead over his eyes making him uncharacteristically shriek surprising you even more, making you think what other worldly pain he was experiencing as of the moment. "No! No No. Please Its dark."

Ajax cries as he thrashed around because he feared that if he sleeps he would go back to the nightmare of you not by his side and that would leave him all cold and alone just like in the past. he didnt want to go back there, not now when he's seen you. As much as he'd hate to admit, he was truly and utterly terrified but you had to let him rest and with the help of your vision he finally succumbed to a dreamless, peaceful sleep. Only that he calmed down did you notice how much he's lost, where your once sunken cheeks, puffy eyes and weight loss now transferred to him and it made you sick to your stomach. your lips found his forehead as you wished him a good rest, you left the room after bandaging his burned hands to gather yourself for when he finally came to his sensible self.

when you thought it was going to take a full day for him to wake up only to find him stumbling about in the living room calling your name on his lips like a broken record. you immediately rushed down and burst into the room to find him clutching his head and gasping breathlessly. he looked crazed until he caught sight of you standing by the door, a worried look on your face was when he finally came to. he ran to you, clung to you like it was the last day of the world to live and sighed into your welcoming smell.

"are you alright now?" you ask him as you part in arms width

"Hit me." he tells you in all seriousness in his worn out state

"W-what?" you were certain he was still out of it until he grabbed your hand in an attempt to hit himself to which you stopped immediately

"Hit me! Scream at me all you want. Call me words Ive called you. Ive broken you! Do you not see that?!" funny how he couldnt see himself, he who's become worse over the course of the months . his tone rose and fell until it was only a whisper above his panting

"Just dont abandon me." he shuts his eyes, steeling himself for your judgment until he felt your hands on his face again, making soothing circles on his cheek

"look at me Ajax." you coax him and he did and he could see assurance and the love for him still remained and he wanted to cry again but tears have long gone abandoned him and left him in such a regretful state, he truly didnt deserve you and you never deserved to be treated that way. "Youve hurt me yes and nothing can change that but I wasnt planning on you leaving you. I couldnt as I love you too much that I wouldnt imagine life without you but Ajax, the things you did to me, to us, was painful."

"I know and Im so sorry." he held himself from rambling as the pain in chest grew even more burdensome, something he would willingly carry as he vows to himself to never hurt you and if he did then he would tear himself down "I love you"

"and I to you Ajax. Just promise me that when you are having a hard time, let us talk it out and not result to screaming and painful banters."

"I promise darling. on my life and everything in this world. I vow to never cause you pain like I did and to only give you love and care that someone like you deserve."

there he was, your Ajax. He was home.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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hi! if you’re accepting requests from prompt list #2, does angst to fluff count lol. 5 from angst, 49 from fluff lists! with reader thinking din loves someone else 🥺 i like mando x omera but.. reader who perhaps doesnt have the skills omera has and sees how din looks at her… THE ANGST 😌🤌

AN | Me, writing some Din? It’s been a hot minute, but here we are. I miss him 🥺

Warnings | None

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Masterlist | Din, Main

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A small sigh, a wistful little thing, escaped your lips as you studied the gently lapping water of the lake. It was calm here, a peaceful, tranquil place that served as a welcome refuge after all that you'd been through in the last few years. Sometimes it seemed almost too good to be true. The distant sounds of laughter met your ears as children ran around and played, carefree as could be. Sometimes you wished you were that young again; innocent to life’s darker sides. Unfortunately that wasn’t a possibility, but for now you’d take the peace and stillness you could get.

Pulling off your boots and socks, you quickly tossed them to the side. The water was warm as you relaxed and leaned back, closing your eyes and soaking up the warmth of the summer sun. It wasn’t until you heard the familiar voice that your eyes slowly snapped back opened. Your heart constricted slightly as you spotted Din nearby speaking to Omera. He seemed so happy, in a much better mood than you’d seen in a long time. It was all her, and you remained invisible. Which, when it came to most things wasn’t too bad, but sometimes you wished he would see you.

“Is somebody jealous?” you hadn’t even heard the bounty hunter walk over; you supposed that’s one of the many reasons he was the best in the galaxy. Boba offered a small grimace before sitting down next to you. You shrugged him off staring back into the water. You were not about to get into anything with Boba; that man was insufferable and usually right.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you brushed him off, trying desperately not to look back at Din. Instead, you focused on the water and watched the tiny fish whiz through the water; a few of them brushed by your feet, sending a ticklish shiver up your spine, “I’m just...enjoying the calm afternoon sun and soaking up as much peace before we inevitably leave again.”

“That’s how this all works,” Boba sighed as you nodded in agreement, “you knew that from the day you became my apprentice.”

“I know,” you whispered, “but I hoped at one point I could...walk away and have a normal life. Like this.”

“Normal is all relative,” he had a point as you huffed lightly and stood up, brushing off your pants and reaching for your boots, “but if this is what you want, what you truly want, you know you’re welcome to leave whenever. I would not hold you back from the life you wanted.”

“I know, Boba,” you put your hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, “the problem is that I don’t really know what I want...I think I know but...it’s more than that.”

“Of course,” he agreed, casting a quick glance at the object of your affections before turning back to you, “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Either way, it will work out, just as it always does,” you swallowed the lump that had welled up in your throat, “Boba, why are you doing this?”

“I just want to make sure you’re happy - that you know that you have choices in what you’re doing,” he said like it was no big deal, but to you it meant so much. This hardened, sometimes gruff man really did have a heart of gold underneath it all, “should you want to part ways, I would understand. Should you want to stay, I’d be more than happy to have you with me. I don’t know what the future holds for myself, Fennec, or Djarin, but you know it will not always be easy. But sometimes you have to decide what’s most important.”

“Yes,” you answered softly, “thank you, Boba.”

He remained silent as you laced up your boots before padding away, back towards the village. You knew you had a lot to think about and if you wanted things to change at all, you’d have to figure out something. You cast a glance over your shoulder and you were almost positive that you’d spotted Din looking in your direction. But it was all a trick of the mind; it had to be. Why would he spare you more than a passing thought anyways?

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It was late by the time he found you; much later than any reasonable person should have been outside, but you couldn’t sleep. There was too much on your mind to silence, and if you managed to, it was short-lived and another thought came to replace the previous one. Eventually you’d given up and wandered out of the small hut home that had been acting as your own home for the last couple of months. You knew the area was safe and wanted to enjoy the temperate night air before it turned to a crisp fall breeze, or worse - you’d be gone.

Small bugs chirped happily along with the soft songs of nightbirds as you walked around the sleeping village; you weren’t scared here, you felt safe and at home. But as you rounded a corner, a gloved hand reached out and grabbed your wrist. A small yelp of surprise left your lips as you pulled into a wall of cool metal - beskar.

“Shhh,” Din placed a finger to his lips as you relaxed when you realized it was him, “you’ll wake everyone up. It’s just me.”

“Dank Farrik!” you hissed at him, “how was I supposed to know that? You could have been a murderer!”

“Well….you should be in bed sleeping.”

“So should you!” your arms crossed over your chest as you stared him down, and eventually he huffed in defeat, realizing you were right. He couldn’t sleep either, plagued by the choices he knew that he had to make sooner rather than later. He hadn’t expected you to be out as well, “what are you doing anyway?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck nervously, a flash of...something in his dark eyes, “I thought that some fresh air would clear my head.”

“Same here,” you admitted reluctantly, leaving the two of you in an awkward silence. You wished you had enough bravery (or perhaps even stupidity) in your body to just say something to him then and there. At least it would be out of the way; but you weren’t feeling anything but nervous butterflies fluttering in your tummy, “I...umm...I guess I’ll get back. Try and sleep.”

“Hey-” he reached for your arm gently before you could get too far away. You turned around and raised an eyebrow as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, “d-did I do something wrong?”

“What? What are you talking about?” the question caught you off guard, but judging by the look on his face, you could sense that this was something he had been thinking for some time.

“You’ve been different lately...it almost feels like you’re avoiding me.”

“Oh DIn, you’re being ridiculous,” and yet the accusation was very true.

“You’re fine around Boba, Fennec...everyone else. But every time I’m around it feels like you can’t wait to get away,” you should have known that he would have noticed sooner or later. The man was more observant than you’d cared to admit, “if I did something, please tell me.”

“You can’t be serious, Djarin. There’s nothing wrong…”

“Then why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been doing anything. You’ve got too much free time and your mind is running wild.”

“Tell me it’s not true then.”

“Din-”

“Tell me.”

“The problem is that you’re in love with someone else,” the words were out of your mouth before you even contemplated them. You were mortified and in some ways you were relieved. At least it was all out in the open now and you were able to let the chips land where they may.

“Oh,” was his only response as his head tilted to the side and he looked at you in confusion, “what?”

“I...kriff,” you sighed, “I shouldn’t have said that. Sorry - forget I said anything.”

“Who am I in love with?”

“What do you mean?” tears welled up in your eyes at his response; almost like a cruel joke, “you know, everyone knows! Omera; and why wouldn’t you be? She’s wonderful - kind, smart, beautiful … everything. Part of me wants to dislike her, but I can’t because she’s such a good person but it kills me a little bit to know that you love her and you’ll never even think twice about me. I know that’s super selfish but it’s the way I feel; and judging from how this is going I think I’m making the right decision by leaving. By myself.”

Din said nothing as a few tears rolled down your cheeks. You laughed bitterly at yourself before realizing that this might have been the best decision after all. You couldn’t stay after this.

It wasn’t long before Din came to his senses and ran after you, calling your name and catching up with a few easy strides. You came to a reluctant stop as you sniffled and waited for him to say something, despite the fact that you weren’t sure you wanted to hear whatever he had to say.

“I-I-I’m not in love with Omera,” he insisted as it became your turn to look at him in bewilderment, “I’m in love with you.”

“What?”

“I’ve been talking to her about you,” he confessed, “about how to do...this sort of thing. But then you started avoiding me and I wondered if maybe I’d read the signs wrong and you didn’t like me at all. At least not in that way.”

“I don’t….what?” you heard his words but weren’t able to fully comprehend them. This had to be some sort of weird fever dream. Din sighed - his trademark sigh - before ripping off his gloves and gently putting his hands on the sides of your face. He was hesitant at first, to see if you would stop him. But you didn’t...instead you relished in his touch, the feel of his bare skin on yours sending electric shivers throughout your whole body.

After a few moments of quietly studying your features, he leaned in and slowly pressed his lips against yours. It wasn’t a proper kiss by any means, hardly more than a ghost of one, but it felt...strangely wonderful. You looked at him in disbelief as he pulled back; was this really the same man that you’d met all that time ago that wouldn’t even tell anyone his name or let them see his face?

“Oh.”

“Can we go inside?” he whispered softly, “can we talk?”

“Yeah,” you agreed gently. He reached for your hand but before he could take it in his, you stopped him and pressed another sweet, barely there kiss to his lips. A tinge of pink colored his cheeks as you beamed at him, “now we can go.”

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scarlvtbitch · 3 years

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Rusty

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: it’s bucky and reader’s first time but its also buckys first time in 90 years, he feels a little bit insecure about it

warning: smut (unprotected sex, metal arm kink kinda)

Y/N and Bucky were dating for a month now. After years of miscommunication and pining after one another, they were finally together. The team was really relieved because they didn’t have to suffer through their doey eyes and sexual tension. But there was sexual tension, alright.

After a month of dating they haven’t been intimate that way. They’ve kissed and cuddled but nothing more than that. Y/N wanted nothing more than to be taken by Bucky. She wanted her body to be only his. He never tried though. That was the frustrating part for her. Whenever they would be making out he was always the first one to pull away. Something would always come up before they could go any further.

This just made Y/N insecure. The first reason that popped in her brain was that he didn’t like her enough to sleep with her. One day, she was with Wanda on the couch. It had been a long time since she’d seen her and she really needed her best friend in moments like this. She couldn’t keep it in her chest any longer.

“Bucky doesn’t want to sleep with me.” She blurted out, making Wanda almost choke on her drink.

“Did he tell you that?”

“No.” She groaned and hid her face in her palms. “Every time things get...heated, he always pulls away. Am I that ugly?”

“Y/N, don’t talk like that. You’re beautiful and you know it. I’m sure Bucky knows it too. That can’t be the reason, you just need to talk to him.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” If only her anxiety didn’t eat her alive whenever she thought a million different ways the conversation could go. But an idea came to her head. Bucky was going to drop by later, just like he always did and it was the perfect opportunity to talk to him. However, she decided to add a little bit of spice of her own.

It took the whole afternoon for Y/N to get ready. She showered, shaved, did her hair and makeup. Then she put on the sexiest set of lingerie she owned, which consisted of black lace. She put nothing over it.

A knock on the door startled her, she took one last glance at herself in the mirror before she opened it.

Bucky’s mouth dropped at the sight before him. Y/N’s figure was hugged by black lace, her breasts on full display for him. He gulped as he could feel his mouth start to dry. He accepted her invitation to come inside. He could feel his erection begin to spring to life. His heart was wildly beating inside his chest and he could feel his palm start to sweat under his glove. Y/N waved her hand towards her couch, silently telling him that it was okay to take a seat.

He sat down and she was straddling his lap in an instant. Her core hovering over his bulge. He growled as he pushed her head towards his lips, Y/N moaned at his roughness. He suddenly pulled away.

“Buck, do-do you not want this? Do you not want me?”

“God, no, doll. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone. You’re so goddamn beautiful, I don’t know how I’ve held myself back so many times. The truth is...” He rested his hands on her hips as he took a moment, scared of saying the words out loud. “I haven’t done this in ninety years. I don’t want to mess it up.” Y/N quickly raised her hands and cupped Bucky’s face. Caressing her thumb over his cheek bones.

“Baby, you won’t mess anything up. We’ll go slow, if you want. I don’t want to pressure you, I’ll wait for you no matter what.”

“I appreciate that, doll.” He grabbed one of her hands that was resting on his cheek and brought it over to his lips. “But you’re way too irresistible for me to wait any longer.” She squealed when he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He gently set her down and his lips started making their way down her body. He pulled down the cups of her bra and freed her breasts. He wasted no time in latching his mouth to one of them while his flesh hand played with the other.

Y/N squirmed underneath him. The river between her legs making it hard to focus on anything else. He spent too much time between her breasts, and while he had a really talented mouth for someone who was scared of being bad because he hadn’t done this for over 80 years, she needed it somewhere else.

She dug her nails deep in his fabric covered biceps and whined out his name.

“What’s the matter, doll? What do you need?”

“You. Just you.” She managed to say. Bucky smirked against her and pulled away to take off his shirt. Y/N had seen Bucky shirtless while training but that didn’t stop her from being mesmerized by him. She was pretty sure he was sculpted by the gods themselves. Bucky laughed and her heart skipped a beat when she realized she actually said that aloud.

“Thanks, doll. You’re pretty beautiful yourself.” He winked at her and she went to hide her face in her hands but he grabbed her wrists and leaned forward. Placing gentle loving kisses on her cheeks, nose, and forehead. Her heart melted at his actions.

Y/N decided enough was enough and went to pull his pants down, along with his underwear. His fully hard member bobbed against his stomach and she felt a rush of wetness emerge from her heat. Her eyes widened when she saw him. He was thick and long, she already thought he was perfect but this was the cherry on top. She gave him a few strokes, wanting to see what he felt like in her hand. Solid but soft and warm. He closed his eyes and grunted above her, his hand suddenly on her wrist as he put a stop to her motions.

“I need to be inside you.” Y/N nodded furiously against him before he lined himself up against her center and wasted no time in thrusting forward, all the way to the hilt.

Y/N cried out at the feeling. She felt so deliciously full and sex has never felt so right. She’s had sex before of course, but never with someone who she had strong feelings for like the man who was currently inside her. Wanda had once told her that casual sex was nothing compared to sex between two people who adored each other. Boy, was she right.

Bucky groaned and stilled above her. Wanting to savor how it felt to be gripped by her walls, and also wanting to give her time to adjust to him. She gave him the green light a few seconds later.

“Move, Buck, please.”

“As you wish.” He then thrusted in and out of her at a steady pace. Y/N moaned at how good he felt, her exes could barely bring her to an orgasm but with Bucky, she knew she wasn’t going to last long.

“Harder.” She breathed out.

“What was that?” He paused his motions.

“You’re such an ass.”

“Beg for it.”

“Fuck me harder, please.” He didn’t need to be told twice. His hips pounded into her harder and faster. The only sounds in the room were skin slapping against skin, the headboard rattling against the wall and their moans and grunts filling the air. Y/N suddenly got an idea. She brought her hand to his metal arm and gestured towards it.

“Touch me with it, please.” Bucky’s eyes widened because in all truth he didn’t want to use that arm during these activities. He was too ashamed of it.

“Y/N-”

“I love you, Bucky. Every part of you. So I’m asking you touch me with it.” She repeated.

Bucky’s metal arm snaked its way in between them and started rubbing tight circles against her clit.

She hissed and cried out when the cold met her warmth, getting her closer and closer...

Bucky could start feeling her core flutter against him, signaling that she was almost there.

“Come for me, doll.” He rubbed faster against her, giving her one last deep stroke until she exploded underneath him. Her orgasm triggered his and he buried his face in her neck, giving her a small bite as he spilled himself into her.

Y/N moaned at the feeling of his cum deep in her belly.

They panted against each other until they were able to catch their breath and get their heart rates back to normal. He pulled his now soft member out of her and Y/N frowned at the loss. He tugged at the sheets on her bed and went to cover both of them up. Y/N nestled against his side, resting her hand on his sweaty chest.

She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, keeping her face buried in the crook of his neck. His flesh arm trailed up and down her back, drawing lines with his fingers.

He placed a kiss against her hair and then whispered an I love you before sleep finally swept over both of them.

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minteyeddevil · 3 years

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May I request a Fem!MC with Dirty Doctor!Asmodeus with a clit pumping and overstimulation kink? Fem!MC goes in for their first exam but gets a bit extra? Please 🥰

"Examination"

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It was her first examination of the year, let alone the first one in the Devildom. MC balled her hands into fists at the hem of the short medical gown, fidgeting against the cold plastic of the examination table she was perched on. Lucifer had told her she would receive the same check up exam as she would in the Human Realm; but it didn’t change the fact that it was still unnerving.

A demon clad in nurse scrubs walked into the room and began asking her questions, per the usual drawl when visiting the doctor, and once done told her the doctor would be in to examine her shortly. She took a shaky breath, swinging her legs to and fro since they were beginning to go numb from dangling off the side of the table. It felt like an eternity before the doctor finally came in; though shock was the first emotion to register for her.

“Asmodeus?”

The Avatar of Lust grinned widely at her, humming in return and closing the door with a click of the lock. “Hello there, my darling! Didn’t expect me to be your doctor for today, did you? Well, it is my turn to perform the examinations today, so here I am!” he spoke cheerfully, adjusting his white coat and stethoscope around his neck.

“The demon lords...take turns to exam students?” she asked, a little dumbfounded, as he walked around behind her and began looking over her bare back. He placed the stethoscope to her warm skin, the cold metal making her shiver.

“Take a deep breath for me, please,” he replied, clearly dodging her question, as he listened to her inhale and exhale. He also listened to the beating of her heart, smiling to himself at how the beats seemed to be getting rapid.

“Everything sounds fine here,” he chirped on a smile, before placing his hands on her shoulders and guiding her to lie back. “I just have a bit more to check on you, though, so please just relax.”

She stiffened when his fingers ghosted over her breasts almost immediately, giving them each a good squeeze; he must be checking for lumps, she thought, having endured this feeling before. But when he tweaked her nipples when they stiffened due to his stimulation, she fought to keep in the high squeak that wanted to leave her. He chuckled and ran his hands down her sides, pressing at her rib cage, her abdomen, and coming to stop right at her navel. He pulled away from her to tug the stirrups out from under the table, and had her place one foot in each.

“I have one last place to check on you, dear MC,” he spoke matter-of-factually, pulling up his stool to sit between her legs. She pressed her thighs together subconsciously, but he tutted her, giving her thighs a squeeze as he separated them once more. “Don’t be shy now, darling. Let me make sure everything is functioning as it should down here for you.”

“It’s just...embarrassing being on full display for you like this, Asmo,” she mumbled, pressing the palms of her hands to her eyes, trying to will away the flush in her cheeks. He giggled but smiled up at her, giving her thigh another reassuring pat. “I’ll take good care of you, MC. Don’t you worry your pretty, little head. Now, let’s begin.”

She felt his gloved fingertips prod at her folds and she tried to will herself to relax as they explored further. She felt one of his fingers slowly inching inside her, twisting around and curling here and there, pressing against her gummy walls. The tip came in contact with a particular spot, making her gasp and jump.

“There it is,” he hummed, before pulling away his hands altogether, and rolling backwards to reach into on of the medical supply drawers. He retrieved a small cylindrical tube with an attached hand-pump, as well as what clearly looked to be an elongated vibrator. Her eyes widened when he moved closer to her with them in hand, questioning him with her look alone.

He simply grinned. “Part of the examination, you see. There a few things I must check the function of. Is that alright with you to proceed?”

She eyed him furthered, nerves bubbling in her lower belly; but the excitement of what he had planned seemed to out-weigh her nerves. She swallowed the lump her throat and gave him a nod. “Go ahead.”

He smiled warmly at her and nodded in return, before returning to his spot between her thighs. She relaxed back on the exam table, exhaling deeply, before taking in a deep breath when something warm was being applied to her folds. “Lubricant, to help things be easier,” she heard he mention, before allowing herself to relax once more.

She than felt something at the apex of her sex, the pressure being applied directly to her clit. She could feel a hard suction, causing her to gasp slightly and buck her hips. It was tugging at her clit with each pump, pulling it from its hood and making it swell in size. She could hear Asmo humming to himself as he worked the pump, and assumed once he was satisfied with his work, he released the pump and removed it.

She looked down to see her clit was engorged and sticking out more, red and puffy. Asmo leaned forward and blew on the bud, making her shutter and moan. “A clit pump,” he began, “helps to stimulate blood flow to the clitoris and cause it to engorge, and become far more sensitive.”

He reached out as he spoke, his thumb and forefinger rolling the swollen bud, making her writhe at the sensation. “As you can clearly tell,” he teased. She huffed and glared down at him, but her eyes rolled back when he applied the vibrator to it. His free hand gripped her hip to keep her from rolling against the toy, allowing on the vibrations to hit her clit, and her head rolled back and forth, moans loudly leaving her lips.

“Asmo--I---!” she cried, before a strong orgasm washed over her, her hips raising off the exam table as she rode out her high. He kept the toy pressed to her swollen clit, making her thrash about and sob at the over-stimulation. Before she regain herself and relax from the first orgasm, a second one revved up and hit her, making her back arch and her hips jerk against his hand.

He finally pulled the toy away from her abused clit, and she felt her muscles beginning to relax; only for her body to tense once more as he pushed it inside her, filling her to the hilt. The tip of the vibrator immediately made contact with the sensitive spot deep inside, and he turned it up to the highest setting. Her eyes began to fill with tears as her hips moved of their own accord, rocking against the toy inside her.

Asmodeus leaned forward and pressed small kisses to her clit, watching as the muscle in legs and stomach tensed at the oncoming orgasm. “You’re doing so well for me, my dear,” he cooed, pressing the toy in to her a little hard. She whimpered at his words, covering her face with both her arms as she sobbed about it being too much.

He shook his head. “Just a little more. You can give me one more, no?”

He pressed his thumb to her clit, running small circles around it, and the stimulation combined with the toy buried in her cunt pushed her over the edge. Her mouth fell open in a silent scream as her body stiffened, her walls squeezing and pulling the toy in more. He cooed at her further, running a gentle hand along her thigh as he helped bring her down from the rush. He slowly and genlty removed to toy from her, placing them in back in the medical supply drawer, and returning with warmed wash clothes to help clean her up.

“Looks like everything is perfectly fine for you, MC,” he chirped happily, standing to retrieve the long ignored clipboard. She watched him with tired eyes as he checked off a few boxes on the paper, and turned back to her with a large smile on his face. “Thank you for letting me be the one to examine you today. You are free to go.”

She climbed off the table onto wobbly legs, stepping over to the chair where her uniform was folded. As she was putting her clothing back on, Asmodeus stepped up behind her and whispered in her ear:

“Though if you ever would like another thorough examination, you always know where to find me, MC.~”

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