#they DEFINITELY weren't done out of a desire to stay together

[crockersbian]

vrisrezi isn't fucking abusive and people who say it is probably jump to callouts every time they lose a friend

#'but she blinds/explodes her!!!' these actions were not done out of a desire to control the other person you nincompoop #they DEFINITELY weren't done out of a desire to stay together #'but they hated each other afterwards!' THEY WERE LITERALLY ENEMIES WHO MAIMED EACH OTHER AFTER THEIR FRIENDSHIP DISINTEGRATED #& THEIR DYNAMIC EVEN AT ITS *WORST* IS STILL THE MOST STRAIGHTFORWARD AND NON-MANIPULATIVE EITHER CHARACTER HAS #if anything they're. remarkably enabling when allied #the whole point of their arcs in relation to one another is reconciliation its- #it lets vriska off the hook a bit too easily in the retcon timeline but that isn't fucking abusive thats not what the word means AAA #you could say that vriska left terezi permanently maimed and as the higher caste bears responsibility for that? i guess??? #but given they didn't really CONTINUE that shit until they got meteorstuck despite having pleanty of opportunity but like #terezi literally took that L and turned it into a W. that power dynamic very rapidly ceases to exist #fellas is it abusive for a relationship to both have a roughly equal amount of power 'over' the other member and for them to have gotten #together out of a long-standing emotional attatchment that while corrupted by Society is altogether roo #rooted in positive affection? and for them to literally not hurt each other at all once they come to that conclusion??? #either verbally or physically???

[cherrycola27]

Like a Virgin

Pairing: Rooster x Reader (Call Sign: Blaze)

Warnings: Language, drinking, Smut, insecurities, virginity, Minors DNI 18+

Frustration. That's all you can think of right now as you make out with your boyfriend on the couch of his apartment.

Why are you frustrated? What reason do you have? You're a Navy pilot at the top of her career, you have amazing friends, and a boyfriend who you are certain God took extra time making, with both his looks and his personality.

You had a man, who despite his questionable fashion choices, loved you more than anything in the world, who looked at you as if you hung the moon, who worshiped the ground you walked on. Rooster Bradshaw was perfect.

You knew then man loved you and you could feel the evidence of his desire straining against his jeans as you straddled his lap while you kissed him.

So why were you so damn frustrated right now?

You were frustrated because at thirty years old, you were a virgin. And in the six months you had been with Rooster, you never told him. He definitely wasn't one to pressure you into sex or anything in that neighborhood. You had told him you wanted to take things slow, you felt like he was the one for you and you didn't want to screw it up.

That, and some well executed blow jobs seemed to satisfy him. You weren't necessarily hiding the fact that you hadn't had sex from him, but it embarrassed you. How many thirty years old had a man that looked like him and treated them the way he treats you aren't weren't jumping their bones?

What was even worse is that you hadn't done anything in the intimacy department. Though previous boyfriends had tried you psyched yourself out and shut them down, much like you had done to Rooster in the past. Sure you had given, but had never received

You knew deep down he would be able to make you feel good, but the thought of having to tell him scared you. What scared you even more though, was a conversation you had accidentally over heard between him and Hangman a few days ago at the Hard Deck.

"Rooster I know that Blaze has got to be giving you a run for your money in the bedroom." Hangman said to him. "Actually we haven't... we haven't slept together yet." Rooster admitted sheepishly. Hangman almost spit out his beer. "Bradshaw you guys have been together what... six months and you haven't screwed? You're a better man than I am because if it was me I might start looking elsewhere" Hangman finished.

You were too embarrassed to stay for the rest of the conversation. But in the back of your mind you wondered if Hangman was right. What if Rooster started to look elsewhere because you weren't sleeping with him? What if he got tired of waiting? You couldn't lose him because of your irrational fear, so you made up your mind that tonight you were going to have sex with him, virginity be damned.

You were almost naked in his lap, down to just your bra and panties. You were trying so hard to let yourself fall into this moment, to enjoy it, yet you felt like you were going to burst into tears at any moment.

"Rooster —wait... Rooster, I'm sorry, stop." You stated pulling away from him. You could feel the tears building. His hands went to your thighs rubbing soothing circles on them.

"Honey are you okay? Did I hurt you? Did I do something wrong Blaze?" He asked, his voice deep with concern.

"No, it's not you Bradley, you're perfect." You whimpered out as the tears streaked your cheeks.

"Y/N, baby what's wrong?" He asked pulling you close to him.

"It's not you, it's me. I, I..." you couldn't finishing

"You what?" Rooster asked, worried about you.

"I— I've never— I'm... I'm a virgin Rooster." You finally confess to him.

"Oh" He responds softly as if he isn't sure what to say next.

"I've never had sex, I've never done really anything. It's pathetic I know, and feel so bad because I know you have and that you want to. I know you have needs, and then the other night I heard you and Hangman talking about how if he was you he would go looking somewhere else for those needs to be met and that freaked me out because I don't want to lose you so I figured I could just get over it and we could do just it, but, but I'm scared." You spill your guts to him.

He takes your face in his hands a day wipes your cheeks. "Y/N, honey... I don't care if you're a virgin, and I would never leave you because we aren't sleeping together. Hangman is an ass and I told him as much after he said that. If you aren't ready, if you aren't 100% I'm fine with waiting."

God Bradley really was perfect. "But I am ready, I want this, I want you." You whisper.

"Okay." He responds before kissing you. The next thing you know, Rooster is lifting you off the couch and taking you to his room.

"What are you doing?" You ask. "I wanna do this the right way. I don't want your first time, our first time together to be on a couch. I want to take you to bed so I can properly love you.

You silently nod your head and wrap your body around Rooster, clinging to him like a koala on a tree.

His grasp on youis tight as he carries you through his home, his lips never leaving your skin as he kisses your neck, your jaw, your shoulder, any inch of skin that is exposed to him that he can get to.

Your nails dig into his shoulder blades as he kisses a sensitive spot behind your ear and you let our a breathy moan.

"Fuck sweetheart, that sounds so good, can't wait to see what other sounds I can get out of you." Rooster whispers in your ear as he opens the door to his bedroom and gently deposits you on his bed.

"Get comfortable baby. I'm going to take my time with you." Rooster tells you as you. You slide into the center of his California king and lay back on his pillows.

To him you looked like an angel with your hair fanned out around your face. The lace baby pink set you have on is a stark contrast to his grey duvet.

You look at him with big doe eyes through your long lashes. God, you look so fucking innocent, he can't believe that he is the one that gets to have you first, that you trust him enough to do this, that he is the first one to ever see you like this, and if he has it his way, he'll be the only one to ever have you.

"Darlin, God, you look—fuck, you look amazing." Rooster tells you as he moves onto the bed.

He pulls you flush against him as you lay on your side and kisses you again. This time it's sweeter than before... like he is trying to savor you.

His large hands find your hip. He guided your leg over him. Bringing the two of you even closer. He trails his hand up and skims over the lace panties you are wearing. His hand travels further until it finds the clasp of your bra.

"Can I?" He asks. "Yes." You breath out. He flicks it open with one had. Of course he would be able to do that.

He pulls the lace away from you and you roll onto your back. You quickly bring your hands up covering yourself.

"Honey, don't do that. You're beautiful. I want to see you." He tuts as he pulls them away from your chest.

You take a few deep breaths. You aren't scared, this is Bradley, your Bradley who tears up at the ASPCA commercials on TV. You're just neverous.

"I'm going to touch you now. Y/N, if I do anything you don't like, or you get uncomfortable, just tell me and we can stop. I promise I won't be mad. Okay?" He states.

You nod your head as one of his hands comes up to skim your breast.

You gasp at the sensation. He continues to palm it when his mouth finds your other one, he tentively captures your nipple in his mouth.

"Ah" you gasp as your hand flys to his hair. "Everything okay?" Rooster asks you. "Yes, feels good." You reply.

He tongue circles the sensitive flesh causing you to squirm underneath him. He keeps it up for a few minutes before switching to the other one.

The sensation has you grinding your thighs together, seeking some much needed friction.

Rooster can tell you want more. He slowly trails his lips down your stomach and stops at the waist band of your underwear. He peppers your hips with kisses before looking up to you, a silent plea for your permission to continue.

You shake your head and he carefully pulls them down your legs and drops them to the floor.

He grabs your ankle and trails wet kisses from it to your knee before switching to the other. He peppers the inside of your thighs with kisses, sucking and biting a few marks into them, claiming you as his.

"Rooster—" you breath out, not sure how to ask what you need.

"I've got you darlin." He coos before tentatively licking your slit.

"Oh fuck." You cry out, hips jerking off the bed. "So sensitive, so wet, and all for me." He says to you or to himself, you aren't sure.

He starts out slow, tongue sweeping long, broad strokes through your folds before he circles it around your clit, cause you to moan his name, God it sounds so good to him, he continues.

"Baby you taste so good, sweeter than fucking honey." He tells you. You aren't able to respond because his full lips are wrapping around your clit sucking it into his warm wet mouth.

"Oh Rooster, feels so good!" You cry out slipping your hand into his hair and grinding down on his face.

He continues to alternate linking and sucking on your clit, everything feels so good, you can feel an orgasm approach, but you need more.

"Roo— Bradley, please I need" You don't know what you're asking him for.

"What do you need pretty girl, tell me what you need." He coaxed you.

"You fingers, I need them in me please!" You gasp.

"Okay baby. Tell me if it's too much." He states before gently pushing his middle finger into you.

"So tight." He whispers. He slowly works his finger through your folds, finding that spongey spot inside you and stroking it.

You throw your head back and cry out his name. Soon his ring finger is slipping inside you to join his other.

Your hips grind down on his hand, chasing a feeling that no one has ever made you feel.

The grip you have in his hair tightens as he spreads you open further for him. His face is buried deep in your core, his nose bumps your clit as you grind against him, the fine hairs of his mustache further adds to the pleasure.

His broad fingers scissor your walls drawing you closer and closer to your peak.

Rooster grinds his hips into the mattress, enjoying this moment, perhaps even more than you are if that's possible.

Soon, your clenching around his fingers as they work in tandem with his mouth.

"Roo—Bra—I—I" you don't know how to tell him.

"I know you're close baby, let go. Cum for me pretty girl, I want to watch you fall apart for me. He encourages you.

His words cause the band to snap and soon, you're cumming all over his face and hands, but he doesn't stop. He continues to lap at you as if you're his last meal, drawing every ounce of pleasure from you, it's almost too much and before you even realize what's happening, you cum again, crying out his name as your thighs clamp around his head. White spots cloud your vision and you arent sure if you want to pull him closer or push him away.

Thankfully you don't have to decide because he has mercy on you and pulls your legs off of him and climbs back up the bed.

"You still with me pretty girl?" He asks brushing your sweat slicked hair from your face.

"Thank you, that—that was something else" you tell him panting, trying to catch your breath.

"Don't thank me just yet baby." He winks at you.

"Do you want to keep going, we can stop if you want to." He assures you.

"No, please, I don't want to stop, I want you so badly Bradley, I want all of you. I want to give you all of me." You tell him as your green eyes meet his.

He cups his hands around your face and kisses you sweetly before removing his boxers. He reaches for his night stand and fumbles in one of the drawers for a minute.

Then it dawns on you what he is looking for.

"I'm on the pill." You blurt out "And... well... obviously I'm clean." You continue.

"I'm clean too... are you sure?" Rooster asks.

You nod your head. "Okay." He states before kissing you again.

He lays you flat on your back, head propped up on some pillows before he moves his body over you.

"If it's too much, or it hurts, or anything and you want to stop, just tell me." He says.

You smile up at him knowing that he is going to take care of you.

You feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. His arms are by either side of your head, steadying himself, you grip the sheets at your sides as he slowly pushes into you.

You knew he was big, and you also knew he tried to warm you up with his fingers, but his cock still stretched you as he pushed in. You could tell he was going slow. The stretch of him burned, a few tears pricked your eyes, but you didn't want him to stop. You wanted this so badly.

"Almost there baby, you're doing so good, taking me so well." Rooster praised you sensing your discomfort.

After what felt like ages of him entering you, he was finally buried in you to the hilt.

He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

Your hands left the sheets and went to his back, drawing him closer to you.

"Are you okay baby? Do you want to stop?" He asked, feeling how tense you were.

"No, I just need a minute, I feel, really full." You try to explain to him.

You took deep breaths as you slowly began to relax around him. You drew in a deep breath and slightly adjusted your hips, causing Rooster to hiss.

"Bradley, you can move. Just go slow please." You told him after what felt like ages to you buy was maybe only a few minutes.

His hips began to gently rock against yours. Testing the waters to find out what you liked, what gave you pleasure.

At first your nails dug into his shoulder blades, but as he continued, your relaxed and gave yourself over to the pleasure.

Soon, he was picking up the pace as your sounds turned from small whimpers to moans of pleasure.

"Oh. Oh. Oh. Baby that feels so good. Oh God Rooster, right there—just like that!" You cried out when he hooked your legs over his shoulders giving him a a chance to thrust deeper into you. The angle at which his cock was driving into you made it graze your g-spot over and over again.

"You feel so good around me pretty girl. Can't believe you trusted me enough to let me be your first. My fucking beautiful baby, your pussy was fucking made for me." Rooster praise you as he continued to move against you.

His fingers gripped the meat of your hips bringing them to meet his thrusts. You were sure you would be able to count ten finger shaped bruises on them tomorrow but you didn't care.

He moved faster again you, enough to push you towards your peak, but not enough to hurt you.

Rooster knew there would be a time where he could be rougher with you, but this was your first, he wanted you to enjoy it. While he wanted to go faster and harder, because fuck did you you feel good around him, and damn if he didn't want to cum deep in you and make you so cock drunk that you forgot what your name was, because he did, this wasn't about him.

No, this was about you. You weren't some random girl he had taken home for the night, no, you were the love of his life and the woman he was certain he was going to marry.

You trusted him enough to be vulnerable with him, and he wanted to make sure you were satisfied.

"Bradley, faster, harder, please." You moaned underneath him. He picked up his pace slightly, pulling you to meet his hips with each thrust.

You were on cloud nine. Each snap of his hips wound you tighter and tighter. Rooster was taking such good care of you. He was everything you ever could have wanted.

He continued to push into you, bringing his hips flush with yours each time.

You felt like heaven around him. The way he filled you was perfect, the way your walls clenched him, he had never felt anything like it, nothing came close to this feeling head had right now. The euphoria of being one with you. Not even flying made him feel this good.

Rooster never understood what some of his friends told him about taking someone's virginity, about how it was one of the greatest things they had ever experienced.

All of the women he had been with had experience.

He thought his friends were full of shit honestly, but boy, was he wrong.

Now he knew what they meant. It wasn't just how you felt around him, it was the connection you shared that made it so much better

The fact that he was the first one to draw these sounds from you, the first one to give you this pleasure. The first one to feel the velvet of your walls wrapped around him... it was fucking addictive and he was sure he would never get enough of it.

He had never thought of himself has the possessive type until now, you were his, all of you was his and his alone. The way you squeeze around him and pulled him in, the way your body accepted him, felt like it was made for him, and well, it would be a cold day in hell before he ever let someone else experience this.

He wanted you all to himself, forever and always.

"Babe, are you close pretty girl?" He asked as his hips began to falter. He wasn't going to be able to last much longer.

"I'm close, but I don't know if I can again. I want you to cum Rooster, you can if you need to. You already made me feel so good." You told him earnestly.

Rooster thought it was so sweet how you wanted to take care of him, but he needed to make you cum one more time.

He craved the feeling of your velet heat clenching down on him and milking him for all he had.

One of his hands left your hip and came to were your bodied met. He began to draw tight circles over your clit pushing you to the edge.

The new feeling overwhelmed you. You threw your head back and closed your eyes as a third orgasm rapidly approached you.

"Fuck, Bradley... I'm gonna cum!" You cried, rolling your hips to meet his.

"That's it pretty girl, I know you can do it." He encouraged you as his rhythm stuttered.

"Open your eyes baby, I want to see how beautiful you look when you fall apart on my cock pretty girl." Rooster commands. Your eyes snap open and with one, two, three more deep thrusts you cry out his name while your body shakes and pleasure overtakes you. You cling to him for dear life as he falls over the edge, spilling into you.

You aren't sure how long the two of you stay like that, but eventually the weight of Rooster's body on you becomes too much and you push him off.

He smiles at you, it's goofy and a little lopsided from the post sex high.

"That was amazing." You tell him.

"Best I've ever had." He tells you.

Now it's your turn have a goofy smile.

He pulls you tightly against him. You could stay like this forever, but suddenly you are aware of the sticky sensation between your thighs, and your need for the bathroom.

"Rooster, I need to pee." You say sheepishly. He just laughs.

He give your a quick peck on the lips before scooping you up and taking you to the bathroom. He gives you a few minutes to take care of business before he comes back with one of his shirt and a fresh pair of boxers on.

He sets you up on the counter next to him.

He wets a cloth in the sink and cleans you up. Then he slips his shirt over your head and carries you back to the bed before tucking you into some fresh sheets.

He curls up beside you and you bury your face into his chest. Your body suddenly heavy with sleep.

"Bradley." You mumble against him.

"Yes baby?" He asks stroking your hair.

"I love you."

"I love you too pretty girl, I love you too."

Tag List: @dreamingathighaltitude @shanimallina87 @luckyladycreator2 @mak-32 @katieshook02 @samhapner6 @rosiahills22 @thedroneranger @roosterforme @youlightmeupfinn

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[clanwarrior-tumbly]

May I humbly request some Volo x reader crumbs please? Thank you!

Why settle for crumbs when I can offer a meal? 👀

Summary: Some post-game comfort where Reader (not the MC) is Volo's S/O, but despite finding out about his plans, they know in their heart he's not all bad and wants to stay with him.

(obvious PLA spoilers ahead!)

.......

After overhearing Volo's sinister plans and subsequent defeat at Spear Pillar from Akari/Rei, you wanted to find him. As his s/o you were concerned.

According to Cogita, he went into self-imposed exile and abandoned the Ginkgo Guild, still determined to face Arceus itself without the help of some ridiculous flute.

But with knowledge of his usual hangouts near ancient/historical spots, you eventually do locate him, seeing that he definitely looks a lot worse for wear, sporting a dirty and dull version of his Arceus-inspired garb. And his hair was down, messier than ever. He just looked like a total wreck and in no condition to meet every Pokémon right now.

His Togekiss immediately senses your presence and goes to embrace you in her wings, chirping happily, which in turn alerts Volo.

He's stunned that you actually went out of your way to find him. Surely, the entire village caught wind of his evil deeds, as did you.

So why did you come here? To yell at him for his selfish desires? To cry about how he betrayed everyone?

Well he was about to find out. Tbh he was ready for whatever insults you had to get off your chest. You had to be furious at him.

"[Y/n], you...you were looking for me?" He rasps.

"Of course, Volo..I learned about what happened and-"

"You're disgusted, right?" He immediately assumes. "I deceived everyone and you've come to reprimand me for my heinous actions? For my hubris?"

"....no, that's not-"

"You're not one to lie so easily, darling. So drop the act and just admit it..what I did was abhorrent and unforgivable. I backstabbed a child, I summoned Giratina itself..I threatened to destroy this very world!! How do you not see a monster in me?!"

You're quiet for a moment, looking to Togekiss, and then the nearby field where Lucario and Roserade were having a sparring match.

"Because your Pokémon don't." You say to him. "They still love you, and...so do I. Of course, I was shocked at what you did on that mountain. I mean..you tried stealing the plates from the kid who risked their life to get them."

The answer was simple--because they didn't.

His team knew he didn't truly "wield" them, nor was he as heartless as he claimed to be. Otherwise he wouldn't still have Pokémon who evolved based on friendship status.

Plus you knew that what Volo was before isn't a facade. He was just good at hiding his ambitions.

"Because they weren't worthy of possessing them. I would've used them to make a better world for us." He gritted his teeth, eyes burning as he felt the stinging defeat in his heart all over again. "I would’ve summoned Arceus for you, I would’ve taken its powers for you, [y/n]! Yet once again..fate has been cruel to me, declaring me still unworthy of meeting it, even after all I’ve done. Now I’m left to suffer..as always.”

By the end of his rant, his voice was drained and defeated, as he hung his head low, feeling some great deal of remorse.

"...my dear, you don't need to take a deity’s powers for me to love you." You kneel down, cupping his face, where you could feel both sides growing wet with tears. “I can’t find it in me to hate you. So please..let me stay. Even if I never go back to the village again, that's alright. I'd rather be here with you. I know this world has been unkind, but there's so much beauty in it. And we'll seek it out together."

Volo just looked up at you, his heart swelling with emotions. Part of him wanted to push you away and focus on his mission, believing he deserved to be hated and alone...

Besides, his Pokémon were starting to miss you a lot when he went into exile, yearning for the treats you’d spoil them with ever since you two began dating.

But on the other hand, he knew you weren’t that easy to get rid of.

No matter how far he travelled in Hisui, you’d just find him again, being the stubborn partner that you are.

So he just nods and silently embraces you with his head buried into your chest, relieved that he still has someone to cling to even after everything.

Meanwhile, his Togekiss raced outside to tell the rest of the gang the good news: 

You were here to stay with their wie-no, trainer forever.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pla x reader #pokemon legends arceus x reader #legends arceus x reader #pokemon volo x reader #volo x reader #pla spoilers #headcanons #hurt/comfort

[respectthepetty]

@neuroticbookworm hear me out! I had to make this a separate post since I've thought too much about these fictional characters!

Yes, I trust Lomfon with my life. He fascinates me. Lomfon poses some good conflicts because he and Tai are the same. Both are so wary of soulmates and the idea that there is only one person for them, that they question the notion of love. We see that with Tai and his relationship with Phat because he is the main character, but we are also seeing it from the other side of the spectrum with Lomfon.

What do Phat and Tai have in common? They are attracted to each other. They like each other's presence. Yet we haven't seen what they connect over since they are barely figuring this out.

What do Lomfon and Tien have in common? They are slightly attracted to each other. They are in the same field of study. Yet most of their interactions are them arguing.

What do Lomfon and Tai have in common? They like the same interests in books and have the same demeanor. They talk naturally around each other and there is an ease in their conversations that neither has with their other love interest. There is a level of attraction between them. <- They could be soulmates.

When Lomfon says it, he could be right. If rain can jam a radio frequency, why couldn't it allow people with this condition to tune into each other like a human walkie-talkie? Much like puberty, it happens to naturally develop at the age of 20. It doesn't mean they are soulmates; it's just science. Yet people are leaving the person they have a genuine connection with for a person they share a scientific phenomenon with? It's not as romantic or magical if we think about it as a reasonable scientific occurrence.

And maybe that's why the rain soulmates don't work sometimes because it's simply two humans with a shared condition.

I truly believe Phat and Tai belong together, but I also believe Lomfon when he argues the possibility that he and Tai are soulmates. Because being someone's soulmate doesn't necessarily mean a romantic relationship nor that the relationship will work out. No matter the relationship, there has to be something more than love, a connection, COLORS(!), or a shared condition. There has to be communication, understanding, a desire to stay, AND a desire to see the other person happy.

We saw that with the very first couple in the series. The man had hearing loss, but his girlfriend didn't, yet they were communicating fine during the rain. They weren't soulmates by the rainverse definition, but they were making it work and were happy. Why couldn't they be soulmates who found each other despite the hindrances and continued to love each other? Wouldn't that make them more of soulmates than hearing someone only when it's raining?

I trust in what Lomfon is saying. I trust that Lomfon, who is hesitant to the concept of soulmates, wouldn't carelessly throw out that word to describe Tai. I trust that Lomfon's lack of color demonstrates his desire to buck the idea of a predetermined fate. I trust Lomfon because he is trying to be logical regarding matters of the heart.

And that's why I trust him with my life.

If done right, he could have the best arc of the series. This rationale guy is going to realize that when it comes to love, he is going to need more than logic and reasons.

He is going to have to use his heart rather than his brain even if that means his heart gets broken.

*applies more clown makeup*

#la pluie #la pluie the series #lomfon could have the best story #the fight between logos and pathos

[jb-nonsense]

For Tali and Astarion:

who felt romantic feelings first?

who gets jealous easily?

who is more protective?

what do they like to do together?

do they like pda?

does anyone object to their relationship?

♥ SHIP QUESTIONARE

who felt romantic feelings first?

Honestly??? The entire dynamic of their build up is hilarious since it started out as "ugh. that person." then to similar sense of humor friends. Then to "ok cool let's bang." There probably was a starting of a fondness for the other towards the end of Act 1, but romantic feelings weren't there. Talilah was fine with celebratory sex (and he asked first) and Astarion was trying to manipulate for his safety. Act 2 is when, perhaps, a flame started in for both of them. Talilah had kissed Wyll, who fit everything a hopeless romantic mind like hers would've envisioned in a s/o. But she felt guilty about it and did not spend the night with Wyll. She didn't know why, in that moment, she felt guilty, but it could have been a spark starting due to her spending more time with Astarion. And Astarion, in his conversation with her afterwards, fully expected her to move on with Wyll and her saying, no, she would stay with him, and perhaps she wanted something more with him could've given him a realization of his own spark. Neither would've fully admitted it, though, until the run in with the drow in moonrise towers, when Talilah asserted Astarion was his own person, in charge of his own choices. Her fiery passion in defending him and not questioning his choice definitely made him start to acknowledge his spark and his vulnerability in his gratitude to her afterwards helped Talilah admit her own. So I don't think it could be a sudden "oh." but more of a slow growth over time, where they eased into it.

who gets jealous easily?

I feel like both have their ability to get jealous, depending on the scenario/stage of relationship. Astarion, possibly early on due to concerns about not being 'good' enough, but he'd never be open about it. Talilah's jealousy would arouse more if she felt he felt like he needed to do something, so it's more a protective jealousy than a lack of trust jealousy. But honestly, I feel like there's not much jealousy once they've settled themselves into the relationship, as they trust each other enough not to be bothered. Also, Astarion is one of the companions comfortable with a poly/open relationship with Halsin so there's that to consider.

who is more protective?

They are both equally protective by the time their relationship develops more. At the start, I feel like it might be Talilah, because she does tend to have heroic tendencies. She's decent at reading people and after spending time with him, could see the pain and struggle, and had a desire to help and protect. But as time goes, Astarion gets equally protective of her. She's done so much for him, she makes him feel safe, and he cares for her, he'll protect all of that and see beyond himself.

what do they like to do together?

Watch the sunrise. It's one of the few things Astarion couldn't do before and sharing it with her is a small joy for him. Another thing is just having some quiet time in each other's company, with Astarion working on embroidery and Talilah composing a new song or poem. Talilah is a notorious cuddler, though, and at first, Astarion wasn't sure what to make of it, as he had issues with contact. But she was patient and gentle and he eventually realized he could spend hours with her snuggled up against him, talking about pointless things or not talking at all. Although their favorite pass time is pointless squabbles and trying to outwit each other with a sassy remark. Astarion, you're going against a bard with that so good luck.

do they like pda?

Hm, depends. Depends on who is around and depends on what it is. If Astarion can annoy someone with overt PDA, he will do it and goad Talilah into agreeing to being a troll. But if they're not being absolute brats with it, just some short pecks, cheek/forehead kisses, and handholding are the extent of it. There is a desire to be close to the other, though, so they tend to almost be attached at the hip.

does anyone object to their relationship?

Withers because destiny and that shit. Can't be distracted. I mean, probably? When I finish her playthrough and depending on stories, I do intend for them to go questing to find a cure for Astarion, which might take them to Evereska and/or Evermeet, with the sun elves. For those unaware, there are different kinds of high elves. The sun elves are the high elves that have a social hierarchy related to family name. Talilah's father was a sun elf, her mother a moon elf (a much more liberal sort of high elf who love travel and learning from other races). I am quite sure her father's family wouldn't be keen on someone from their line being involved with a vampire spawn and not being involved with someone of proper social standing in their culture.

#Baldur's Gate 3 #BG3 #Astarion #astarion ancunin #Astarion x Tav #Tav x Astarion #astarion x f!tav #f!Tav x Astarion #Astarion x female tav #female tav x astarion #Taliah x Astarion #Astarion x Talilah #Talistarion #Media: Asks #Character: Talilah Bluethorn #Fandom: BG3 #Baldur's Gate 3 spoilers #BG3 spoilers

[galaxythreads]

uh... a penny for your thoughts on TaserTricks?

from my Pinterest fic board

from my planning document:

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Jokes aside, I'm pretty fond of the ship and have seen it work quite well. I've read quite a few tasertricks fics on ff.net, but none on a03, mostly because I was more into the ship when I was younger. I enjoy kicking around the idea and playing with the possibility of the pairing, but I have felt all excitement about shipping Loki with anyone drain from my very soul after the Loki series, hence why I haven't really done anything about it.

I guess I just like the set-up of the fics, where Loki, Darcy, Jane, and Thor are often plopped together into a space too small for four inhabitants, Loki and Thor are about 2 seconds away from actively stabbing each other at all times, and there's usually some sort of outside threat that forces Darcy and Loki to work together with their brains. Odin is a jerk. And if not that then the same thing but without Thor there. Idk. There's just something deeply comforting about the repetitiveness to me.

But as a pairing, I think that when Darcy, whose background is mostly a blank slate and her sole purpose in the movies is mostly to be Jane's Friend TM, is flushed out, I think that Darcy could be a good match for him. Given that I think that Loki enjoys verbal sparring--which she would do all the time--but also someone who would be supportive and a good listener. On the contrary, Darcy, who is from what we've seen, is usually pretty wild and I think a calmer partner would bring her a lot of peace, which is why I think they'd work together ~balance ~

Plus the two of them would never be against calling out BS in family situations, which would definitely help. Also Darcy is not an idiot, and Loki, I'm guessing, would be attracted to intelligence, so. Honestly I think if they weren't a couple, they would be really, really good friends.

This is why I don't think Sylvie/Loki or Mobius/Loki would work. they don't balance each other. Sylvie is constantly trying to kill/hurt someone, which means that Loki is always trying to mediate her emotions and she makes 0 effort to consider his, which would be draining. But it would be like this all the time. Sylvie hasn't been in a position where she's had to care about someone else's emotions since she was a very young child, and she needs someone who would constantly be smacking her metaphorically over the head about this in order to maintain a healthy bond. Loki wouldn't do this. He'd never be able to assert his needs or tell her no because she'd yell at him so he would be stuck in a cycle of exhaustion while she always won. Sylvie is an unintentional manipulator, I think, just because of her inexperience with people.

Mobius is an intentional one. Mobius on the other hand is never willing to take critique and does not want to help Loki grow as a person. He's so obsessed with the idea of Loki staying exactly as he is post A1 that he'll do almost anything to beat Loki down into that same place. Mobius does not know how to deal with a Loki who values themselves, nor does he want to. But because Mobius has no desire to help Loki evolve, or listen to Loki's needs even when he tells him directly, Loki would also never be happy or healthy inside of this relationship. Mobius is unwilling to change because he doesn't see anything wrong with what he's doing.

Darcy is different. She and Jane have maintained a friendship for years, she has a good relationship with Selvig and Jane, to the point that they move to a different country together. Darcy has been helping Jane with her post-Thor depression and encourages her dating. Darcy maintains a relationship with Ian, even if its mostly played for laughs by the movie. She may be a little socially awkward, but she is willing to help people, listen, and be supportive where she can. Once she and Loki became friends, I think that Darcy would be fiercely protective of him and help him grow and evolve in a healthy way and would be very proud of him.

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actually, while I write this I am realizing that I do not often share my views on MCU ships because I don't tend to talk about it that often. I'm not really someone who is inside fandom to write about romance. It's usually pretty secondary to me. I honestly can't see myself writing a fic that's just about a pairing. There has to be something else going on than the "oh/oh" otherwise I get bored.

Tasertricks 8/10. will usually read the pairing. sometimes deeply annoyed by the way people write loki in the fics.

#tasertricks #loki/darcy #anon #answered

[shlutnutt]

𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 5.

this is my first ever smut and probably any writing in general so dont expect it to be the best loll.. hope you enjoy though :) !!!

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴!! : 𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘵, 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘹?, 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨

ight so boom.

Mr. March continued staring at your pretty face, analyzing and tracing every single one of your soft unique features with his gaze, completely mesmerized and in hunger. You weren't in the mood due to some hotel customers ding dong ditching every door they'd lay their eyes on causing lots of complains. The feeling of annoynce started to rise within you causing you to attempt to snap him out of his dreamy fantasy. His room dark and quiet, the chat you were both having, was soon ready to turn into an avalanche.

"What the fuck, James. Stop staring at me." you snapped raising your voice slightly with confidence. His mesmerized stare quickly transformed into a deep frown, feeling absolutely disrespected. His goal was to intimidate you, to make you beg for forgiveness as he got up from his creaky antique sofa heading behind his work desk carefully leaning down opening one of the bottom drawers. Fully invested you follow his every move, eager to find out what's in his creative murder mind this time.

"Listen to me Y/N... Didn't we talk about disrespecting daddy? I thought we did. Didn't we?" James questions in pure elegance and lust, jingling the heavy handcuffs he had in hand. Your breath got caught in your throat, immediately regretting your previous outrageous comment, predicting what were to happen next giving the best to your ability to not make a single comment, facial expression, or nervious body language to prevent giving him any sort of satisfaction. Making James upset was one of your many favorite hobbies, knowing the effect it has on him and will most definitely have on you also, its like going on a never ending roller coaster, only that this roller coaster is full of teasing and is absolutely stunning. Silence filling the room with an unbreakable stare you both hold, you slowly press your legs together feeling your innocence get wetter by the minute. "Get up" demands James, scanning your every move as you get up from your seat and slowly walk towards him nervousness filling every single flesh in your body. "Yes, daddy?" You automatically innocently question, remembering how much he loved that word slip out of your lips.

The two of you now inches away from eachother, a small seductive smirk appearing on his delicate pink lips. Leaning down to your ear James sassed "You think you can go 5 rounds today, my dereast?" Unsure you responded to his rhetorical question "Of course I can why would you thi-" James smashes his lips onto yours, leaving you breathless. Carefully and discretely putting your hands behind your back as he handcuffs you. He chokes you, hard. Making sure he leaves marks for days, you squeeked in shock realizing that your hands had been handcuffed and your under James' harsh chokehold. March breaks the kiss only to pull your chin down slightly opening your mouth spitting on your tongue and going back to kiss you, tasting him in your mouth, your lips feel painfully numb from the harsh kisses you two shared, shifting slightly from his lips you feel a harsh stinging from James' harsh touch against your cheek, you groan in pleasure loving how aggressive he's gotten with you.

"Get on your knees, my pretty little slut" Still handcuffed you drop down to your knees almost immediately, soaking wet and ready for whats to come next.

"Listen to me, beautiful. You are not to make a single sound. Okay? If you do, I'll make sure I bring everyone from this entire hotel into this room and let them watch how I fuck you." You look up at him totally mesmerized by his masculine beauty ignoring his comment for a second, you pause a little just to admire the man who's soul you were about to suck. You open your mouth signaling James that you were ready for his hard member. He begins grinding his hips lightly against your tongue, you grew in desperate need as his clothed member brushed up and down your tongue. You've been doing a great job following James' intructions until a delightful deep groan slipped out of James, making you want to orgasm in that instant. He was aware of the effect that had on you so he proceeded his deep groans and began taking off his buttoned up shirt, revealing his sweaty toned chest and abs. You were driving crazy and attempted to unzip his pants with your teeth in which you failed miserably, "So needy.. hm?" James exhales, his cock still rubbing on your face completing your attempt for you allowing his member to spring up lightly tapping his stomach and back down to your forehead . You didnt think twice before slipping his tip into your mouth, teasing him lightly as a result from him teasing you beforehand.

"Oh fuck, Y/N.. You're doing so good." James praises. You now sucking him fully and uncontrollably, his deep lustfilled moans traveling through the dullness of his room. You groan slightly to his moans completely forgetting about his previous warnings, you feel him pull out of you and harshly pulling you up by your throat. Without a word leaving his lips he harshly throws you onto the bed and uncuffs you, searching for another pair of handcuffs as he aggressively handcuffs you again onto the antique bed frame this time that sat behind his bed. A smirk not leaving your lips as you teasingly exclaim "Come on, daddy. Let them watch how you fuck me." James seem to be distracted with something which you paid no mind to but immediately teleports your way and rips all of your clothes apart throwing every item of your clothing to their own direction, leaving you butt naked. Your wetness now leaking onto James' bed who doesn't stop staring at your innocence for a second.

"You're so wet for me already, gorgeous?" James teases as he swipes two fingers through your folds collecting your juices making you clench in pleasure. You watch him as he sucks your juices off of one of his fingers, leading his other one to your mouth allowing you to taste yourself as well. You sucked his finger dry, as he carefully watched you. "Mmm, I would like some more" You hear James groan as he leans down to your leaking innocence and shaky legs, slowly opening your thighs allowing him to have full access to whats been needing him the most. James licked your cunt once causing you to moan pathetically not caring about his previous demands. The pulling on your handcuffs and James' tongue ultimately exploring your sweet insides, driving you closer and closer to your high giving you a huge feeling of ecstasy sending shock waves through your entire body it was unbelievably astonishing.

"Knock, knock! I gathered everyone... Mr. march. We're ready for the meeting.." You hear a familiar feminine voice say in utter confusion as they hear your helpless moans from the other side of the hotel door. Your eyes opening wide in shock, knowing exactly what the psycho eating you out had just done. You feel him get up, you stare at the ceiling for a few seconds in pure embarrassment knowing what was to come as you see James unzipping his pants once more, sneaking his hands under your sweaty naked body to flip you over all in one swift motion. You were now faced down on the humid bed, your back arched in natural tradition. You look back to James slapping your ass.. hard. Causing you to close your eyes tight feeling the harsh sting as he kissed it afterwards. You later hear shifting sounds from behind, making you look back once again. You encounter James with a sharp classic knife in hand, pure lust in his eyes as you see his chest moving up and down aggressively. James had a knife play kink. He loved to see your body quiver in fear as he traced the blade down your body lightly cutting you at times, he admired licking your blood clean as you cry under his touch. He's James Patrick March, nothing too surprising coming from him.

"Are you ready for our guests, my pretty little thing?" Another rhetorical question drops from his lips. Your body aching in eagerness for James, you hear footsteps and whispers from behind you. You don't dare look in pure embarrassment. Closing your eyes tightly in discomfort you feel a familiar thick touch against your folds, making you softly whimper in need. James smashed himself into you not giving you any time to adjust to his size, rapidly thrusting and groaning against your powerless self, your orgasm soon approaching to the experience you were feeling. The crowd watching, James fucking you nonstop and pressing the blade up and down your back softly while you're handcuffed to the bed frame made the desirable experience surreal, making you cum. Your juices coating James' member as he pulls out to lick you clean and go back in. A few people from the crowd had left in disbelief and shock as a few others stayed to enjoy the show such as Mr. Wu and the pornstars, taking mental notes. James fucked you again and again, making you cum again and again until he was on his last round.

Round number 5.

Your body completely exhausted melting to James' aggressive penetration into your now sensitive warmth, made you beg for him to stop. Causing him to thrust a couple more times, before pulling out and nutting on your back. The warmth of his cum on your back giving you a feeling of relief. "Uncuff m-me.. plea- please.." you suggested barely even being able to speak. "Of course sweetheart, you should've asked before" he smiled at you innocently as if he wasn't going to punish you for if you asked such thing. He uncuffs you, wrists red and nearly bleeding, you collapse onto him and hug him tightly tearing from your exhaustion. James realizes you've begun getting vulnerable under him and asks everyone to leave.

"Bath?" James asked innocently, as if he didnt just made you cum 5 times all in one night.

"Yeah.. bath" you answer. Smile forming on James' soft cheeks, dimples appearing.

"Hey, can we not do that again?" you ask. James looks up from his blade which he had been fidgeting with to your face in confusion. "The everyone watching me thing." you specify. Causing a chuckle to fall from his lips. "You told me to, dear. Remember?" You then laugh, remembering that you in fact did tell him to, pushing him playfully which causes him to look up at you, serious expression on his face. You look at him also, breaking the eye contact quickly realising you've fucked up.

"Round 6?"

"Oh God, no James."

#evan peters #smut #ahs fanfiction #ahs imagine #ahs hotel #ahsfx #american horror story #james patrick march #dirty talk #kinkystuff #kinkyaf #imagine #imagines #fanfic #james march #jpm #jpm x reader #x reader

[astro-rain]

delicate; b.barnes

chapter fourteen - “pinky promise”

delicate masterlist

word count: 2.1k

synopsis: bucky and the reader reconvene after the events of the previous night, figuring out what they need to do from there. pinky promises are endearing but they don’t prevent the effects of distressed regret & emotional frustration.

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader

She awoke with wet regret staining her cheeks. She remembered falling asleep with shame, liquid guilt seeping out of her eyes. Slowly and silently weeping herself to sleep while drunk. What a colossal fucking mistake she made. She felt terrible, and she could only imagine how Bucky felt. She needed to apologize. Immediately.

She found that her shoes were still on when she got out of bed.

"Oh, Christ," she huffed at her messiness.

Regardless, she grabbed a jacket for protection from the chilly Wakandan morning air before rushing to the door, determined to find Bucky as soon as possible and apologize profusely for the previous night.

She opened the door but before she could dash out, she smacked directly into what felt like hard wood. Wait, no. The "hard wood" was a chest, and that chest belonged to a person... it was Bucky. Damn it.

"Sorry!" the two exclaimed simultaneously.

They both backed up.

"Y/N..."

"Bucky."

"Can we talk?"

"Yes. Please."

They awkwardly made their way into the room, eventually sitting side by side on the end of her bed. The air was quiet and void of their usual content and lighthearted atmosphere. Both of them sat staring straight forward.

"Bucky, I... I am so sorry about last night. I know being drunk isn't an excuse for being unprofessional, but I really have no other explanation as to why I'd ever do something so inappropriate. I feel awful and I can't imagine how uncomfortable I've made you. I will completely understand if you don't want to work with me anymore. I can talk to Shuri or T'Challa and we can find someone else to take my place if—"

"Woah," he turned to her, slightly alarmed. "Slow down, slow down. Who said anything about replacing you?"

"Well, I just thought after...last night, you'd rather have someone else work with you. It probably wouldn't be wise to continue treatment with me after certain... professional boundaries have been damaged."

"I'm not working with anyone else."

She looked at him bewildered, but he looked dead serious.

Y/N shook her head. "I—"

"Look, I'm not a therapist and I don't know the criteria of your 'professional boundaries'... But you were drunk. It happens. I don't think any less of you because you had a little too much. Believe me, I've been there."

"I know, but it's not necessarily the drinking that was the problem. It was... my actions."

"Right. And I don't think leaning a couple inches is really grounds for leaving Wakanda."

It was more than just "leaning a couple inches," and she knew that. She was humiliated by her drunken errors, but it was seductively dizzying to be that close to him. In the moment, she relished in every second, every atom of hers that was touching him. However, it was the afterthought that was the problem, the realization of what she had done and how wrong it was.

"Bucky..."

"I'm not working with anyone else."

"I'm not the only good therapist, you know."

"But you're my therapist. I don't want a new one."

"And I don't want to disrupt your progress, but there's no way I can keep treating you after last night."

"Why not? What's gonna happen if you do? Nothing."

"It's not that simple."

"Nobody was here. No one knows but us. There's no way you can get into trouble."

"It's not entirely about getting in trouble. It's about the nature of our relationship and how that change can impact how effectively and ethically I can treat you."

He was quiet for a minute, thinking.

He shook his head, looking down at his feet. "We can work something out..."

"I don't think so, Buck..."

"So you're just gonna leave then?"

"I think that's what needs to happen."

He turned his head to her, making deliberate eye contact.

"Y/N, please."

"All I wanna do is do right by you, and I can't do that after I've compromised our relationship."

"But you didn't compromise—"

"Bucky," she exasperated, "Can you please try to understand?"

"Can you please try not to be so hasty about things? Our relationship is fine. You don't need to leave."

Stubborn. He was being stubborn. But, all she could see was strong will and passion. That was the problem. All his faults morphed into aptitudes when they filtered through her perception.

"I really care about you, Buck. I just want you to have access to the help you need, and as much as I hate to say it, I don't know if I can be that help anymore."

"Can't we just try?"

"Try what?"

"Just... hear me out. We can continue the sessions as if nothing happened, and if everything is fine, then great, but if not, then you can go."

Is that what it would take for him to be okay with her leaving? Is that what it would take to make her departure less of a complete upheaval? There was no way this would work, she thought. But what were the lengths to which she would go to make the transition smoother? Was she willing to make sacrifices to help ease his hardships? She reflected for a minute.

For him, she would. For him, she considered, she'd do most anything.

"Okay," she said after brief contemplation. "We can try. But you have to keep in mind, the entire time, that I still might have to leave in the end."

He smiled, sincerity almost suffocating her. "Thank you."

"Promise me you won't be disappointed if I end up having to leave."

"You want a pinky, blood oath, or spit shake?" he asked, jokingly.

"Bucky," Y/N deadpanned.

"Well, it's not like we need to promise, because you won't have to leave... 'cause everything will be fine."

God, she hoped so.

"Promise me anyway. Just in case."

"Fine. I promise. You have my word."

She held out her hand to him, pinky finger raised high.

"Make it official."

"You know I was kidding?" he asked.

"I know. But you brought it up, so now you're payin' the price," she smiled, feeling herself momentarily slipping back into their dynamic. "Officially promise me with your pinky, James."

In acquiescence, he lifted his hand up to hers, pinky extended, and wrapped their fingers together. As it turned out, her hand had desires of its own and begged for additional contact. It yearned to smooth over the skin of Bucky's hand and press their palms together. Her hand wanted to intertwine the rest of their fingers and hold on ever so tightly. It wanted to hold on and never leave Wakanda, never leave his side.

As it also turned out, the hand is not the mind. These were surely not Y/N thoughts. Definitely not... Desires were kept repressed and no actions were taken. Sorry hand.

Their fingers stayed connected for just a few brief seconds of silence. Not nearly long enough for it to be awkward or for them to get second thoughts about the integrity of their agreement. Their fingers disconnected.

"So..." Bucky started, "are things gonna be weird now? With us?"

"They don't have to be, but I guess it depends."

"On what?"

"I don't know. Whether you're upset with me over what happened - which you have every right to be."

"Upset with you? No! Not at all. It seems like you're more upset than I ever was."

"I'm only upset because of what I did!"

"Well, I'm only upset because you're upset, so... stop being upset."

"I-..." she sighed. "Okay. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry too. Are we good?"

"You don't have anything to be sorry for..."

"Just say we're good."

She let out a nervous laugh.

"Fine, we're good. I'm just surprised at how you're so cool with this."

"Well, friends bounce back quick, right?"

Her demeanor changed. The mood sunk.

"Bucky..."

"No, no. Don't sit there and tell me that now we aren't friends. You just pinky swore with me," he said with a meek smile, attempting to lift her mood back up. "C'mon, that counts for something."

She looked down at her hands, suddenly missing the skin-to-skin contact. "I just think it might be better to be more professional and less... personal."

"Better for who exactly? 'Cause I know it wouldn't be for me."

She turned her head to look at him, face earnest and contrite. He only looked confused and a little mentally disheveled.

"I want to make this new... plan thing work. If you don't want me to have to leave, we have to reinstate some sort of boundaries, Buck."

"So boundaries means throwing away being friends?"

"I'm not throwing it away. I want to make sure we can be successful, and to be successful we have to be a little more..." she took a breath in, hating how much she kept bringing up this word, "professional. We gotta have more good days than bad, you know?"

A few beats of silence passed them by. Bucky's expression softened to a dangerous level of sincerity.

"I think you are my good days..."

Y/N tore her gaze away. She couldn't do this. She wished he wouldn't say such gentle things; she was trying so hard. The tension in her heart began to frustrate her. And it was because of him. She wished her emotions weren't always so escalated in his proximity.

"How long were you outside for?" she changed the subject.

"All night."

"What?!"

"Just kidding. Only for a couple minutes. Why are you changing the subject?"

"I'm not."

"You really are. And you're uneasy."

Trying to deny feelings was harder when someone else called them out.

"Stop trying to analyze me."

"M'not analyzing. I'm just reading you."

Reading her?

"Reading me?"

"Yeah. You were looking at me, but now you turned away. You're bouncing your leg but otherwise you're completely still, tense, like you are when you're nervous. You're also turned away from me... kinda like you don't wanna be near me."

Yeah, because her heart felt like it was going to burst.

She stood up, walking away from him and his infuriating correctness. How dare he know her like that? Anger bubbled in her stomach. She faced him, arms crossed over her chest, as if shielding herself from his prying efforts to understand her personality. How dare he decipher her.

"Really?" she huffed, amped up nervousness morphing into irritation. "You barely slept last night, and it's not just noticeable because of the bags under your eyes. You do this thing when you're tired - you blink really slowly and then rub your eyes. It's subtle. How's that for reading? Oh, and you're more uncomfortable about having one arm than you let on. When you sit next to me, you always make sure to sit so that your arm is on my side. In fact, you're so bad at tolerating uncomfortable that you refuse to even think about getting a new therapist - even though it's the right thing to do - because you don't want to deal with the change."

She took a breath after expelling her vexation. Bucky stared at her with wide eyes, never before hearing her angry, much less at him.

"That's not why..." he all but whispered.

"You know I can tell when you're lying, right?"

"Apparently not," he rolled his eyes. "And I thought we made a deal."

"I think you should leave."

He looked up at her. "Y/N.."

She turned away from him, deciding she couldn't handle looking him in the eyes.

Glancing at the door, she muttered, "I'll see you at our next session."

"But— I thought..."

"A deal's a deal. I'll see you, Bucky."

The room was eerily silent until Bucky decided to move. She could feel his eyes on her, searching for something, anything out of her. Perhaps she was hasty, but there was no room for second thoughts, second emotions. She completely steeled herself. Feeling around him was just... a lot. A lot to deal with. Maybe too much.

"Okay," he said, voice quiet. "I'll see you... I guess."

With that, he left. He left her in an empty room with empty feelings and an empty hand. She looked down at that hand, the very same one that wrapped its finger around his in the lighthearted simplicity of a juvenile gesture. Joy with Bucky was like that - simple. Being happy was effortless with him. Yet, it was so troublesome to be displeased with him. She could sense another distressed night sleep coming her way.

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[chelsgal1993]

Hey there little red (werewolf Dabi x reader)

This one has triggers. Noncon and breeding kink. Anyway, you have been warned. Don't read if it makes you uncomfortable and please don't report as it takes away from people who request different works from me.

Just so you know you can request work by sending me a message.

S.S.

"sweetheart, you will be careful on the way to your grandmothers," your mother asks. As she hands you the basket of food and your red hood.

"Mother, I have made this trip plenty of times before. This time will be no different," you say smiling at her.

"I just worry. Lots of young women like yourself have been going missing. The other villagers are saying its werewolves. Just promise to stay on the path and find shelter before dark, " she says.

"Okay mother, I love you," you say as you head out the door.

The tales the villagers have been telling seemed a little far fetched to you. Well, until one of your friends went missing.

Sticking to the path you could hear rustling in the bushes. You turned to see no one. You saw a beautiful field with pretty flowers. You decided to stop and pick some for your grandmother. You weren't even halfway to your destination and the sun had begun to set. You hadn't found shelter. Not that you were all that tired. Since there was no place for you to stay yet you decided to keep going. Maybe if you just stayed on the path you would be fine.

"Well well well, what's a pretty thing like you doing out here at dark. Didn't anyone tell you monsters lurk out here at night," a voice rang out.

You looked around but do not see anyone.

"W-who is there," you ask shakily.

Out from the shadows stepped a young man. He had skin that looked like it was burnt and held together by metal. You noticed his crazy blue eyes and the last thing you noticed was the ears and tail. Those resembled a dog. He had huge claws that looked like he could tear you apart easily.

You shuddered as he stepped onto the path.

"You should feel lucky I am here to protect you, " he said with a vicious smile.

You turn on your heel and begin to run down the path. You couldn't hear him following you. So you slowed down and turned to see if he was following. He was nowhere to be seen. So you came to a stop to catch your breath, only to have it knocked out of you as you fell to the ground.

"come now doll, did you really think you could outrun me, " he asks in a low chuckle.

"P-please let me go. You can have whatever you want from the basket," you say.

He was on top of you pinning you to the ground.

"why would I want anything from the basket when you smell much better than what's inside the basket, " he says with a smirk.

You began to tremble in fear. This monster was talking about how good you smelled. He was definitely going to eat you. He licked up your neck from your shoulder to your ear.

"If you're going to eat me can you at least make my death as painless as possible," you say letting out a sob.

He looked at you for a moment before he began to laugh.

"I am not going to eat you. Well, maybe not in that way," he says as he raises a clawed hand and swipes down your chest exposing your breasts. You gasp at the sudden coldness. He dives his face in and grabs one of your nipples with his mouth. His hand running up your thighs and removes your panties. He lifts his face away from your breasts to smell your panties. Then shoves them in the pocket of his jacket. He takes his mouth and latches it onto the other nipple.

As all this is happening you look for anything to help you get out of the situation. That's when you spot a tree branch. It doesn't look too heavy. Maybe just enough to knock him off you so you can run again. You grab hold of the branch and bring it down and strike him. You manage to slip from under him and run for it grabbing the basket on the way. The next village wasn't too far off. You could see the lights in the distance.

You ran as fast as your legs would carry you. Down the path to the village. You bang on the door of an inn. The innkeeper sees your appearance and rushes you in quickly. She grabs you a blanket to wrap around yourself. She asks you what happened and you tell her. She helps check you for wounds. When she realizes there are none she quickly gives you a room key and tells you to take a bath. Giving you a towel and some clothes since the top of your dress was ripped. After your bath, she brings you up some soup and bread before telling you goodnight.

The next morning you woke early and headed down the stairs of the inn. The old woman from last night was at the front desk. She had set a bag of fresh clothes for you in a bag on your door. She washed your cloak and gave you a new dress. You had tried to pay the old woman for letting you stay at her inn and for the clothes. She refused payment. Handing you something to eat for breakfast and told you to be safe for the rest of your trip.

You thanked her again and waved goodbye. You got onto the path and began the rest of your trip. The path was nicely shaded and there was a slight breeze.  You heard some rustling and looked towards the noise getting ready to run. A cute little bunny jumped out causing you to jump slightly.

"careful it can probably smell fear," you recognized the voice as the one from last night. Before you could turn toward him he grabbed you from behind hugging you to his front.

"what do you want from me, " you asked him trying your best not to let your voice waver.

"Well I could smell you the second you walked into the forest. I thought to myself I had to have whatever smelt so good, " he said.

"You already said you weren't going to eat me. So what do you want me for," you ask again.

"Look at you being brave. I had to wait all night for you to come out of that village. Slept in the bushes nearby and when I smelled you. I followed you for a while to make sure you were away from the village. Can't have you causing too much of a commotion and have people out hunting for us. Now listen, I am going to take you. You will be mine and we will have pups," he states.

You wait for the opportunity to kick him where the sun doesn't shine and make a run for it. You heard him howl in pain but you didn't look back. Afraid if you stopped he would catch you. After a couple of minutes of running, you were yet again knocked to the ground.

"you sure are feisty. That's fine. It will be more fun when I break you, " he snarls.

He swipes at the new dress ripping the top and continues until you are left naked under him. He manages to tie your wrists together with his belt. After he is done he grabs your hips and lowers himself and licks your delicate area. you begin to sob.

"I told you I wasn't going to eat you. Well not in the way you thought," he says with a chuckle.

He continues to lick your pussy. When he deems you wet enough he inserts a finger while he licks, sucks, and nips at your clit. You give out a strangled moan. He inserts a second finger pumping into you for a bit and then begins a scissoring motion. After a minute he stands and drops his pants to the ground letting you get an eye full of what his cock looked like. It's was big and didn't look like a humans at all. It had a bulb at the end. You couldn't imagine that going in you let alone any of it.

He got down and flipped you over angling your hips so your ass was in the air. You could feel him push the tip in.

"Please. That won't fit, " you sobbed out.

"Don't worry doll. I will take good care of you

The knot will be the worst part for you but we will work up to that," he says as he pushes more in. In a swift movement, he pushes the rest in up to the knot. He moves in and out at a rough pace giving you no time to adjust.

You felt like he was ripping you apart. You scream out in pain as he continues to thrust into you. You could only scream and sob with an occasional moan thrown into the mix. You could feel his pace become sloppy and when he was close to done he pressed himself in you biting your neck and pushing the knot into you. He holds himself in you for some time. You can feel his seed seeping out of you when he does finally pull out. You were to tired to get up or move.

"Heh. Tired? That's okay. I will carry you to our home, " he says with a chuckle.

"Our home," you ask a little confused.

"Mhm. You are my mate now. You belong to me. You could never go back to your old home anyway. My mark is visible for everyone to see. They would banish you from your village anyway," he says.

You begin to cry knowing now there is no escape from him.  He continues to talk to you saying how you will have his pups for the rest of your life. He says how he will keep you safe and you will have whatever it is you desire as long as you are good for him. As he walks you to his home you can only sob. You would never see your mother or grandmother again. When you meet his eyes he smiles down at you. Not a comforting smile, but a possessive smile.

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[secret-teams]

hello! i'd like to say, before anything, that i love the idea for this blog! it's so good, and very well put-together! thank you for serving us these villains~ now, for my request, would you be able to do giovanni, maxie, cyrus, and rose reacting to a patron who's kind but shy, and she crushes on them but doesn't know how they feel about her until they let her know, personally (･ω<)☆ maybe she innocently teases them and doesn't realize the effect it has on them? (cont'd.)

//Thank you so much for the kind words! (and please forgive me for the late response--) I honestly didn't think anyone would like the theme of this imagine blog so it means a lot!

I hope you don't mind me giving a more general outline of how each of them would react? Oh, but please, feel free to send another ask if you want a more detailed scenario for a specific villain!

Anyways, the scenario's under the cut!

☆ ～('▽^人)

Giovanni

The patron was shy. Inexperienced. As their chosen host, he made it a point to ensure their satisfaction with every visit. Giovanni was a businessman first after all, and he wasn't about to let a potential regular get away.

He had to admit, their company was a rather refreshing change of pace from the more...desirous clients he normally attended to though it was definitely a pleasant surprise to see that the soft-spoken guest had quite the cheeky streak to them with their teasing.

It was practically a routine from then on; he knew exactly how they liked their drink prepared, knew just when they would arrive and which buttons to push.

Ruthless, he may be, but he wasn't at all oblivious to their adoring gaze, nor the newfound fondness he had for his meek little patron.

By the time they had made their tenth visit, Giovanni had already picked up on their every quirk and adjusted his mannerisms accordingly, eager to please them just as much as he knew they wanted to do the same for him.

This was, of course, all done in the hopes of acquiring another loyal client.

...Right?

Maxie

The redheaded man had a very "by the books" approach to serving his patrons, and was methodical to a fault. Despite the refined image he displays with each movement, it all came tumbling down as soon as he so much as stumbles or is caught off guard; his cheeks flushed and glasses left crooked in the process.

Much to the delight of his admirers and in particular, a familiar face situated at the farthest corner of the parlour who, to his dismay, had a barely restrained fit over the adorable sight of him in such an...undignified state.

It was only when Maxie loomed over them when the poor thing turned as white as an altaria's plumage and averted their gaze, and when he took their order? Oh, they looked just about ready to faint!

Suddenly, it dawned on him. 'Weren't they the one who kept glancing my way these past few weeks? The one who'd leave lava cookies in my study when they thought I wouldn't notice?'

The smirk he didn't know he had on widened, and Maxie gave them a courteous bow before offering them a wrapped treat he had fished out of his vest's breast-pocket.

"Would you care for a lava cookie, my dear? I'm especially fond of this kind in particular".

Cyrus

Despite his duties, the twenty-seven year old made it a point to avoid the more populated areas of the castle; one would have better chances of finding a shiny pokemon in the wild than encountering him in the parlour or most places within the establishment.

However, make no mistake, whatever is asked of him, Cyrus would do so exceptionally well. There was a reason behind his reputation as "a rewarding catch" for anyone that earns his favour, a notion not lost on those vying for his "affections" and in particular, a certain patron who had taken it upon themselves to stay close to him in spite of their more-than-apparent hesitation in doing so.

It was brushed off as a mere coincidence at first, but the more he caught them peering at him sheepishly from their seat, the more he suspected their "run-ins" to be something deliberate. It certainly wasn't long before their persistence finally rewarded them and the galactic leader found himself serving them kindly when asked.

Most encounters were spent in the silence and subtle enjoyment of each others' company while some, though very few and far in between, were more...meaningful. Vulnerable. Unmistakably Intimate.

The two hardly spoke beyond an order or so, and though it started rather off-beat, the seemingly timid patron would soon find their voice and amid their innocuous jests and tales, begin confiding in him with a sincerity that was certainly unseen by many.

And Cyrus, knowing of their...feelings for him but in contrite refusal to accept his own, could only allow himself to listen and offer little more than the slight brush of his admittedly cold hand over theirs; an oddly comforting respite in the otherwise poignant void they were enveloped in.

Rose

Given his alter ego as the chairman of the Galar region's league and the president of one of the world's leading business conglomerates, it would be safe to assume that Rose is more or less a natural when it comes to addressing guests; the man was a known crowd-pleaser after all and if footage of his presentations are to be believed, he was probably good at captivating them too—

So it comes as an honest surprise when even he is left at a loss for words when he finds one of his more frequent patrons offering him a small token of appreciation.

He stammers for a moment and almost recklessly looks to the side as if to ask for advice from his ever-loyal assistant only to quickly turn back to them once more upon realizing Oleana's absence and accepting the gift as graciously as he could muster without any further stumbling; a response that earned a soft giggle from the usually reserved patron.

If at first his presence (and the elite status he carried with it) was overwhelming, the encounter they shared that day definitely allowed for a less intimidating impression of the host, and they would gradually call for him more and more with each visit.

Why, they had no idea just how much they had endeared themselves to him at that point, did they?

Which made their reaction that much sweeter once it was Rose's turn to thank them for their patronage with a token of his own admiration for them.

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[happyselves]

Drugs ( part 2 ) { Daniel Ricciardo x reader }

That’s when he called your name from the back of that room, and like an idiot you lifted up your head meeting his gaze from afar. He looked at you like he knew something was up ... and your heart broke again replacing it with dust as the elevator's doors finally opened in front of you. You entered it, looking at him one last time.

You were in that elevator, the door closed themself and you pushed the button. At this point there were no reasons for you to hide your tears anymore.The more you thought of that moment, that kiss, the more you were mad at yourself, why did the alcohol have to make you so brave like that ? Why couldn't you just gently push him away and blame it on the tequila ? Why does your selfish desire take over your reasoning ? It was too late now ...

The door opened on the floor below the one you were, letting people enter the small space. you squeezed yourself to the corner of it and waited for the door to close again, but as they were about to do so, you heard him. You hear him shout to hold the door and the old lady in front of you did. You couldn't believe that he just ran down the stairs this quick to catch it up. You could hear him panting, completely out of breath, holding himself on the door, the old lady looking at him like he was a crazy person and then he saw him search for you, his eyes desperate to find yours in those 5m². You were hiding again in your hood, why did you put your sunglasses in your bag you thought ...

Of course he found you, you were wearing his merch hoodie, but he acted like he didn't and entered the elevator, positioning himself on the opposite corner facing you, not saying anything. You felt like there was no oxygen in this room, nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape. He felt incredibly close to you yet so far, you were feeling his eyes on you, observing, wondering, searching for the answer to his unsaid questions.

You've reached the first floor after what seems like an eternity and the old left first, you were to follow where Daniel's arm just stopped you right there, blocking the exit. He looks at the people waiting outside the elevator to come in and go up.

Dan : I'm sorry we forgot something and we have time to stop on another floor, truly my apologies.

He knew exactly what to say, like he ran this scenario ten times in head before, you shared an apologizing look to the poor tourist waiting outside as the door closed again. The silence as he pressed their floor button was unbearable, he was looking at you anymore and you didn't say. He was the first to speak.

Dan : You were about to leave ...

Silence again, it wasn't a question it was a statement and you felt like crying again. He finally turns himself to look at you, getting closer to you, taking the hood of your head. What could you say ? You were busted, he wasn't wrong, you were a coward not facing him, but you couldn't because it was hurting you too much. Your eyes on the ground, your arms holding yourself,searching for a bit of comfort you heard Daniel press another button.

He litteral stops the elevator between two floors which definitely makes you lift your head up and look at him.

You : What are you doing ?

Dan : Answer the question

He already know the answer but he needed you to say it ... aoutch

You : You already know it

It was barely audible , like a whisper and you hated yourself for not being stronger especially with him and especially after all those years of friendship. The woman that he adored so much was no more now, replaced by a version of you that was scared and not confident, it was the version you were trying so much to hide from him but now it is out on display for anyone to see.

Dan : Why ?

Of course he wanted an explanation.

Dan : Why did you leave the room last night ?

How dare he ask why ? He bloody knows why and that was making you so angry right now that you wanted all the frustration you had in you to finally get out. The bravery from last night came back to you.

You : What do you mean why ? You know exactly why, we talk about it so many times !

Surprise was perfectly describing his expression right now, surprised of your tons bu confuse as well, he was clearly lost and that even make you want to slap him for playing dumb with you.

Dan : Is it because of the kiss ?

He was literally driving you crazy and you were ready to play sarcastic right now.

You : No it is because of that old lady earlier in the elevator .... YES this is why !

Your arm was making a Y right now from exasperation, this is exactly why you wanted to avoid him and leave him without a goodbye, cause you knew that " the kiss " like he said didn't mean anything to him and by just asking you this he was confirming it.

Dan : We were drunk ...

It was his turn now to look at his feet and whisper and this sudden change of behavior was shaking you. Your arms fall down, your body dejected. You were really going to discuss this right here, right now in this elevator.

You : Does it change anything, that we were ?

Dan : It changes EveryTHING !

You hit your back on the wall stunt at his reaction and he saw that right away, regret flashing through his eyes.

Dan: I'm sorry ... Can we talk somewhere else ? Because I am pretty sure we are bothering everyone in this hotel.

You crossed your arms and looked at him, challenging him.

You : No my fault there.

Daniel was losing patience.

Dan : I KNOW ...

Oh God he was getting frustrated, that doesn't look good for you and you can't even escape anymore, you know that you were about to have an hard time and that would will both end up hurt because you never saw him angry like that before and you both fight time to time, it was all because of you ... He pushed the red button making the lift go up again and stop at what was your floor before you called the reception this morning to check out. You both left the elevator, if your head could be on the floor because of how shameful you were to have made Daniel shout at you, you would have done it.

Dan : You room or mine ?

It could have sounded dirty if you didn't know what was going to happen next.

I don't have a room anymore, you said, still looking at the floor, trying to avoid him. You hear him sigh and that makes your face grin. You both end up in front of his door and you wait for him to open it. He entered first but you ? You felt stuck in front of it, incapable of making any moves. Knowing that as soon as you will cross that door, nothing will be the same, not like it didn't already change last night, but for you now it was a sweet fantasy and now it will put you right back into reality in the hardest way possible. You were about to lose that sweet fantasy of maybe being together and you weren't ready to lose him forever. This is why you didn't want this, because leaving him without saying anything would have left the " maybe " on stand-by in a corner of your head, but now it was about to get crushed in millions of pieces and thrown in the bin. Daniel was looking at you, with one luggage in each hand before coming to take them and put them against the wall in front of his bed.

Dan : Are you going to enter or are you planning to stay here, be a tree and grow some fruit until they are ready to be harvested ?

You snapped out of you though and took the first step into the end of everything that was making you feel alive. It felt like you were both strangers again, only on your side probably, Daniel not seeing what is wrong. But if he didn't see what was wrong, why was he angry at you and still cold in the way he was talking to you ? What he just said right here was some teasing, yes, but not like the usual bickery between the two of you, this was cold and sarcastic, he was annoyed by you. You were a little scared of him now, this was a new side of him that he didn't know he had in him and you weren't sure if you wanted to see the rest of that side. You sit on the edge of his bed, closing your legs together, your hand on your knees making yourself little and waiting for the next words that will come out of his mouth.

Dan : What happened last night ?

Out of everything he could have asked he chose this, putting both feet on the plate, you saw. You took a deep breath, all the bravery you had in the elevator was now gone and you were vulnerable now, like a prey trying to think how you could get away from the predator except that the man in front of you had nothing to do with one. Or maybe he was ? By the look he gives you, losing patience at what used to make him smile before now, your daydreaming session. You shake your head pretty hard to get away from your thoughts but it makes you dizzy from the hangover you had this morning after the crazy night full of drinks. You grinned again and put your hand on your head, holding it to relieve the small pain and you thought for a second, that you perceived some concern flashing through Dan's eyes. He left the room, going into the bathroom for a minute before coming back and giving you a glass of fresh water. You thanked him quickly before drinking a bit and gave him back the glasses that he put next to him as he sank himself into the chair in front of you. It was nice to see that he was caring about you like that,still...

Were you dumb ? Obviously he still does, for him nothing changes, but for you everything did and you were sinking like he did in the chair but your heart was.

Dan : Are you not gonna talk to me then ? Are you going to be like that from now on ?

You : What do you want me to say ?

Dan : You left me last night and you were about to leave me right now ... if I hadn't caught you, how long were you planning to ignore me ?

Shame again was running through your body, but you couldn't hold it anymore, you wanted to end this misery as quickly as possible.

You : Probably forever ...

Dan : You are not serious ... for a kiss ?

Shame turned into anger, switching as quickly as it did in that lift earlier.

You : You Don't Get It Don't YOU ?

His voice was now strangely calm, way to calm

Dan : Get what, explain it to me, I can't help you if you not telling me anything {YN}

Full rage was building up in you, you stood up facing him, tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes. At this point you were ready to let it all out, you didn't care anymore, it was torture for you and you wanted to be as far as possible from this man because you were starting to hate yourself. How could your heart still beat so fast for him right now, even when he is making you like this, burning inside, the love for him is stronger than anything. It was love that was making you go crazy, crazy for him. You were mad at him but most importantly you were mad at yourself.

You : YOU CANNOT HELP ME DANIEL, YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO HELP ME !

The two of you were surprised at how harsh these words came out of you and the power of them made you lose your balance, making you sit right where you were, before continuing. You started and you were not stopping until everything you had in your heart was out.

You : How can you be so blind Daniel, how can you not see that this k. What happened last night wasn't a big deal to me ? To you sure, but to me ... after all this long .... all our late night conversations where you told me that you could never date anyone seriously to not make them suffer if anything happens to you .... you were the one that kissed me for god's sake Daniel, did you think about that ?

You weren't sure if he was listening because his face was close, lost in any emotion, just looking at you.

Dan : I was drunk, we both were ...

You : OHH stop that would you, what does it change ? We know exactly how we are when we are drunk and we were way out of being that drunk !! Tell me he was nothing ... tell me right now that this fucking kiss was nothing to you ...

His lips shout and he stay quiet, not knowing what to say cause it was impossible for him to say these words, he knows it in his heart that it was impossible, he felt it last night as much as you did, it's been a while now and he was trying so hard to denied it because it was against his number one rule. To not fall in love during his career. Several minutes pass and still no words from Daniel, you are trying to get calm now, breathing in and out, listening to your heart beating, seeing if it has calmed down as well.

You : It didn't hurt me at first, our conversation you know ... but how can you be so selfish by kissing me and expecting me to be cool with him, it hurts so much ...

Tears were flooding down your cheeks now, all the pressure you had these past months was resolving into this torrent of emotion. You felt two hands on your arms lifting you and bringing you closer into a warm hug. He was hugging you, he never hugs you, never. Yes was showing affection with some skinship but never did he hug you, this was new. You must look this miserable that he had pity for you and give you a hug, but you weren't complaining, after all it might be the last time you even feel him this close to you.

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[tinkertayler]

Farscape's “Look at the Princess" Trilogy is...

...weird. It's a fairy tale and a spy thriller wrapped up in a love story and sealed with a kiss (literally). It foregrounds John and Aeryn's romance more than ever before. While plenty of other things happen - Scorpius shows up; there's political drama; a secret agent babe bones John in a lake (because, why not?); and Chiana and D'Argo have a lot of sex (because... why not?) - at its core, the "Princess" arc is a deconstruction of John and Aeryn's romantic relationship. Specifically, it examines Aeryn's fear of commitment, John's desire for it, and the conflict this creates between them. It's an arc that - like Farscape as a series overall - has many components, but they all revolve around the blazing sun of John and Aeryn's True Love.

Am I speaking out of turn? I DON'T THINK SO.

I must concede that I am an unabashed romantic with a proclivity for viewing every story through a romantic lens. I am a predictable, lovesick bitch on main - you can count on me to hyper-fixate on romance, always. However, while I definitely approach everything from that bias, I am also just, like... watching this show unfold, and I swear: it's not just me. Farscape knows what kind of story it's telling. Farscape knows it's a love story in space. Farscape lives at the intersection of genre fiction and romantic drama, which just so happens to be my FAVORITE PLACE IN THE UNIVERSE. John and Aeryn are central to the story and essential to its success, and Farscape is self-aware enough to recognize this and embrace it.

Each part of the "Princess" trilogy contains a critical romantic moment: their first kiss in part 1, their dramatic goodbye in part 2, and their final kiss in part 3. I wanna talk about each of these moments, because, again, I'm a lovesick bitch on main. So, let's talk.

PART 1

The episode opens with Aeryn and John in John's module. She's trying to teach him a new flight maneuver, but it's a hopeless endeavor because they are sitting too close and flirting too much. John quickly gets distracted by the scent of perfume in Aeryn's hair, and it gets STEAMY. The sexual tension is HOT, it's molten, it's BURNING A HOLE IN THE HULL. Get a room, you two. (Sidenote: I am kind of furious we weren't allowed to see the conversation between Aeryn and Zhaan that led to Zhaan giving her that perfume. I bet it was adorable.)

Sadly, their intimate moment is swiftly derailed by Aeryn's fear of just how close they are becoming. She's in love, and it's making her vulnerable and messing with her head. She wears perfume to attract him, but when he finds it attractive, she insists "IT'S NOT FOR YOU TO LIKE" and "PERSONAL INDULGENCES CAN FRACTURE A SMALL CREW" and "I WILL NOT BE A SLAVE TO YOUR HORMONES". She wants him to get close, but when he does, the feelings become too intense and scary for her and she runs away, leaving him stranded. Oh, Aeryn. You're a MESS.

Unlike Aeryn, John has no fear of vulnerability or commitment. He wants both, all the time. He's a romantic, and has been waiting for her to figure out her feelings and meet him where he is since mid-s1. And while he's been very patient and understanding for a long time, at this point he has been through some major psychological trauma and is frequently struggling to maintain his sanity, let alone his patience.

This arc forces Aeryn to confront the possible consequences of her emotional distance and unwillingness to commit to a relationship. She stands on the sidelines and watches as John kisses other ladies, holds his future children, and gets married to another woman. She wrestles with big questions: if she keeps pushing him away, will he give up and move on? Will she be alone, and is that what she really wants? Is she willing - able - to be totally vulnerable with him?

PART 2

After his failed escape attempt and near-death experience in space, John feels battered and broken. He asks Aeryn what to do when there's no fight left. She tells him to “run away”. Searching her eyes, gently touching her hair, he asks "...with you?" (the hair touch is such a quiet callback to the first scene and I am DEVASTATED, DON'T). Her eyes scream "YES, WITH ME" but she is terrified of her feelings and of expressing them, so she stays guarded and says "with all of us, together". It is at this point that John pulls away from her and, after she insists he can't just quit, he tells her "I'm not quitting, I just can't go on".

On the surface, they're talking about the situation John is physically trapped in on the planet. Beneath that, they're talking about the situation he is emotionally trapped in - their relationship. L A Y E R S. In both cases, he's ready to accept defeat because he feels he's out of options and hope. On the planet, he can either resign himself to Scorpius' brain dissection (and subsequent insanity), or settle for a forced marriage to the Princess (and spend 80 years as a statue). With Aeryn, he can either continue playing what feels like an eternal game of cat-and-mouse, or stop pursuing her altogether. Undesirable choices abound. Ultimately, he's tired. Tired of the chase and the evasion. He wants to settle down. If he's to run away, he at least needs someone to run away with him, rather than run away from him.

It deserves to be noted that while they're talking, they are approximately 3 inches from each other's faces, staring straight into each other's souls. They are obviously in love and obviously both aware of it. But they are also, as previously noted, both in emotionally fragile states.

John is kind of a mess: he's still dealing with psychological fallout from s1, he keeps getting used as a pawn by aliens in their galactic games, and on top of it all, the girl he loves won't commit to a relationship. He is arguably less patient and understanding post-brain damage than he was before it, and is frustrated by Aeryn's inability to be open with him. He's losing his grip and desperately searching for stability, but is not finding it anywhere.

As for Aeryn, she's also kind of a mess: she's still trying to overcome her Just Say No to Feelings Peacekeeper upbringing and come to terms with the fact that she's falling in love. She is compelled to resist and avoid the emotions that consume her; she doesn't know how to process them.

Their apparent willingness to give up on each other - something they have never done before - is only a consideration in either of their minds because they are each overwhelmed, for their own reasons, and are not thinking or acting rationally as a result.

PART 3

Fast forward to the end. John narrowly escapes 80 years of life as a bronze statue AND a brain dissection courtesy of Scorpius. Aeryn, having had time to mull everything over, finally musters the courage to admit her feelings... sort of. In her own way.

When Aeryn presents John with the vial, he knows, she knows, we ALL know what it means - she's considering her, and their, future. She wants to know if their DNA is Compatible with a capital C the way his and Princess Katralla's DNA was Compatible. Bringing the vial to John is Aeryn’s way of admitting, against her better judgement and despite her fears, that she loves him. She wants to be with him. She wants his attention. The perfume in her hair was for him to like, after all.

Aeryn's newfound vulnerability is what makes their final kiss so different from their first (and from any they’ve shared up to this point, really). She told him back in part 1 she wants to talk less, and she meant it. It’s still hard for her to vocalize her feelings; not a single word is exchanged here. She doesn't make a grand romantic declaration, but she does reveal her true feelings. She commits. Silently.

In the end, they both start to move past their personal hang-ups. If they are to have a future together, Aeryn recognizes she needs to be more emotionally vulnerable, and John recognizes he needs to give Aeryn space and time. The kiss confirms their genetic compatibility, but almost more importantly it confirms that Aeryn is just as invested in their relationship as John is, even if she's not yet able to verbalize how she feels. If there was any doubt after their angst-filled goodbye, the kiss makes it clear: Aeryn isn't quitting, and she hopes John won't quit, either. She doesn't want to run away from him, but she's willing to run away with him.

#will now proceed to listen to crj's 'run away with me' for the next hour #no profound insights here. i just. needed to digest this story #or at least try #and WOW this post got away from me #how on brand #long post #john x aeryn #look at the princess #farscape #farscapecaps

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

the boys with an SO who hasn’t even kissed anyone ever? or held hands?

I hope you like this!

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It wasn't like you had meant for it. Your friends all got boy friends and girlfriends, but often they broke up after a couple of months, leaving your friends heartbroken. Often you heard the stories - how they trusted someone, shared their first kiss with them or lost their virginity to them - and how quickly they broke up afterwards. So, it wasn't that you didn't want a relationship or anything, you just wanted it to be with someone who actually cared for you instead of your virginity.

Meeting the boys was definitely a big, new and somewhat scary thing at times? Paul especially was just very open about sex and sexuality. The boys were sweet, cared about you, and always made sure you were feeling great! It didn't take long before you began feeling comfortable around them, and that you five became close friends.

It was one night when you and Marko had gone off to a movie theater together, that he held your hand. You'd felt beyond flustered, although you liked the feeling. He noticed - asked what was wrong - and was just really quite sweet about it. He told you that if you didn't like holding hands he'd stop, and that he just liked holding you.

Dwayne looked out for you a bit more than the others - mainly because he quite quickly on realised you weren't experienced with relationships. It was definitely not s big deal - why would it be? He just wanted to make sure that you felt comfortable around them all, and that you never felt pressured into doing something you didn't want.

It's after you've been hanging out for a couple of months that they take you to the cave for the first time. They all absolutely love your responses, and they enjoy telling you about its history. It is there, when you're all chatting and drinking, that David tells you that they all like you - and that if you want it too, they definitely want you to become theirs officially.

It's a bit of a shock. You probably didn't think your first relationship would be a poly relationship - especially not with the four most desired guys in town. You awkwardly tell them that you do like them, but that you don't know what to answer yet. You explain that you've never been in a relationship before.

They all understand, and honestly, somehow it isn't even awkward between the five of you. They get how intimidating it can be, and all they want is for you to be happy. So, when you see them a couple of days later and tell them that you made up your mind, and that you'd loved to be theirs - they are delighted. They didn't expect you to come up with an answer so soon, and to hear that you wanted them? Honestly, for Paul and Dwayne it came a bit as a surprise - but a good one that is.

So, now that the five of you are officially together, they all take you out on dates a bit more. Dinners, concerts, rides on the boardwalk, movies - you name it and they probably have done it with you. It's all fun and cassual, and you feel beyond comfortable with them.

It's one night when you decide to stay at their place, that David tries to kiss you. A bit surprised you take a step back. David worries he's done something wrong, and asks you about it. When you remind him you've never kissed before, he apologises - and asks if you want to.

They're all just very willing to take things slow. After all - they've got an eternity to spend time with you. They want to change you - rather sooner than later - and after that, you can take as much time as you want before making any decisions when it comes to going further in the relationship.

Honestly, they're all supportive and they do think it is adorable. Also - especially in David's case - they might love the idea of you being theirs completely, but once again, they really won't pressure you into doing anything.

#the lost boys #vampire #the lost boys x reader #lost boys #lost boys x reader #david #david the lost boys #dwayne #dwayne the lost boys #paul #paul the lost boys #marko #marko the lost boys #poly!lost boys #x reader #long post #tlb #the lost boys 1987

[ecclais-fouoras]

Sometimes moving on is good

Chapter 10&11

(11&12 on wattpad)

Chapter 9 here

Somehow both of you had managed to get your vacation at the same time, and you were planning to surprise Diane with a trip during the two weeks off you both had.

She was collecting strawberries in her garden and you were watching her from the window like you usually did when she was out. This time you decided to have fun and go find her to help. It was the morning and your flight wasn't before the afternoon.

You dressed to go out and came out the house and behind her so you could surprise her with soft kisses.

Your hands pulled her hair to the side as you pressed your mouth against the back of her neck, moving further to her jawline nibbling her skin quietly as your hands caressed her sides greeting her by kneading both her breasts.

"Oh hello there...what are you doing ?" She playfully asked as she giggled.

"Well I Wanted to meet my neighbor  have you seen her anywhere ?"

"Haha very funny...are you single by any chance ?"

"Yes I am, just don't tell my girlfriend I said that."

She set her box down before turning around and pointing at her house

"I think she lives here but most of the time she spends at her girlfriends house"

"Oh really ? Her partner must be a very nice person"

"Not really she's quite annoying I've heard"

You pretended to be offended for a second before replying.

"hah babe ! I am not annoying..."

She kissed the pout on your face and rested her arms around your shoulders to hold you while yours circled her waist. You both held each other for a few minutes, or was it hours ? Just enjoying the feeling of your bodies against each other, being close.

Her head resting against your neck as the sun was heating her skin keeping you in a warm embrace.

"Are you done with the strawberries ?"

"Almost why ?"

"I'll give you a hand so we can go home quicker"

"Okay we'll get started then"

"I will"

She bent down to pick up the box filled with the red fruit and you smacked her ass as she yelped, "hey !"

"Oops I thought there was a fly right there, wait here it is again" you said before slapping her again before grabbing her by the hips and pulling her close. She moaned at the feeling of your leg between hers.

"What is it about strawberries that gets you going like this y/n ?"

"I'm pretty sure it's not the strawberries."

"Well.. what Then ?"

"It's the paints"

She got up and began picking the berries up and placing them in her basket. You caressed her butt one last time before adding.

"Yeah...it's definitely the paints"

"Get to work y/n"

You took your own box and mimicked her movements. Filling your box up you picked one and brought it to your lips to have a bite.

"Hey put that down"

"Try me" you ate the fruit, moaning at the taste of it.

"You didn't even rince it, that's nasty"

"No it's not, besides you don't put any chemicals in this, it's good for my immune system"

"Yeah it'll be good when you have a little worm growing inside you, y/n"

"Whatever you say babe... At least

Come on and have a taste"

You picked one up again this time holding it between your teeth and moving your head closer to diane's, pausing in front of her lips, waiting for her to bite down on it.

"It's silly y/n"

"Mmf...comMfe..on" after some esitating she finally tasted the strawberry before you spit out the leaves and kissed her softly.

She giggled the sugary taste making your kiss more special.

"I'm really not going faster with you distracting me"

You got back to gardening, and once there was no more ready fruits you both went back to the house, hand in hand except for the recipient you held.

After some washing and tidying up you floped down on the couch her upper body resting on your lap as you massaged her temples with on hand and played with her hair with the other one.

"Baby ?"

"Mmm?" She groaned eyes still shut.

"Sit up please I gotta fetch something reel fast"

"Okay.." she sat up and waited as you disappeared to your office for a second.

You came back with your keys and put on your shoes at the bottom of the stairs.

"Can you grab your coat and put on your shoes again ?"

"Wh..wh..what's going on ?"

"Just trust me babe ?"

"..the things I do for you"

"Take your phone and keys too and meet me in the car baby"

"Wait...y/n !?? Where are we going ?!"

Chapter 11

WARNING ⚠️ SMUT (very slight mommy kink nothing too crazy)

You were both driving to the airport and you had managed to get her to bandage her eyes for the trip, after waiting at the airport you finally had hopped in the plane your baggages in the hold.

The flight was calm and Diane didn't complain about being blinded, your hand was on her thigh, keeping her grounded through contact.

When you were almost there you decided it would be too stupid not to let her see the landscape from up here especially since you weren't sure it would be this sunny when you left. So you tapped her shoulder before whispering in her here that you were going to take it off. She blinked a few times at the sudden light around her, she confusedly looked at you before you said

"I couldn't let you miss this"

Pointing out the small window as you were passing the few lakes and swamps surrounding the colorful fields.

"Oh good...this is beautiful y/n...where are we ?"

"..well this is...ouh you almost had me... nice try baby"

"I had to try"

"You'll find out soon we're almost here"

The rest of the time was calm between the few kisses you shared and the ones you pressed to her neck while your fingers rode up and down her thigh.

When the flight was over you got back your stuff and found the car you'd rented.

You took of her blindfold and she gasped

"Y/n are we in france ????!"

"Really ? What gave it away ? Let me guess the car's plate"

"Well there's an F and the shops have french names"

"Then Yes we are "

"I don't even know what to say y/n...i.. I'm..thank you I guess"

"No need to thank me..baby i wanted to take you on a trip so here we are. Don't get to comfortable cause we are driving for an hour an a half maybe"

"We ? Oh honey you are driving"

"How come ?!"

"It's your trip and I don't know where we're going"

"True"

After driving for around 1h15 you arrived where you were staying, it was a small farm that you had rented, away from the city but not to far so you'd still be able to go visit some stuff. It was a quiet place surrounded by fields and Forests.

"My god baby this place is Wonderful, how did you find this ?!"

"My grandma lives a few minutes away, I used to ride my bike here when I was 5."

She looked saddened all of the sudden for some reason and you couldn't help but hold her in your arms for a second before asking her what was wrong.

"..will you teach me ?..how to ride I mean"

You pulled back slightly raising your brows

"You don't need any help riding me ?...Oh you meant the bike"

"Yes I did you pervert...m..my mother never took the time to teach me"

"Well it'll be my pleasure, surely we can borrow my grandma's we hen we go there tomorrow"

"Wait...what ?"

"It was supposed to be a surprise so you wouldn't be anxious but your meeting my family tomorrow, we're having dinner at their house".

"Why didn't you tell me !? Y/n ! You know how I need to prepare for these...do they know how old I am ? What are they gonna think ?"

"Diane calm down baby..they know all that already they don't care as long as you make me happy and I love you...now let's put these inside I want to show you around before we settle in."

You both put your things inside the house and got ready for a small walk outside.

You went buy the animals that were there, a few goats, donkeys, horses and normand cows all enjoying their grass behind the wooden fence. She looked around eyes shining with amazement, feeding the animals and holding your hand as you went through the small paths protected by the leaves, the sun shining through them leaving dots of light on her face and her bare shoulders. You found a spot near a small fountain where you dipped your feets inside the cold Water, snuggled together while listening to the sounds of birds chirping and animals running though the trees. Your eyes Met each other and you were both driven by the desire to press your lips together, bodies tightly wrapped against each other, you started making on on the soft grass, the green plants tickling her ears as you started prepping up on your elbows on both sides.

Lips trailing downward to her neck, biting collarbones, hands running over her body, curves finding her hair to cup her cheek lovingly. Her breath getting shallower by each pressing of your lips, each touch of your fingers against her skin, eyes flying closed as she enjoyed the feeling of having you have her here.

The sun warming up her skin and water drowning out her sounds, little whimpers fell out of her mouth as you took your breast in one hand, lips starting their way down her body. Taking of her shirt and bra, leaving her chest available for your wet attacks, sucking her nipples as she moaned against you.

Your hands playing with each of her buds while you went down on her, she shivered in anticipation when she felt you take off her panties with your teeth, before she opened her legs welcoming you with her dripping pussy.

"So wet for me my baby"

".. please...I'm close already"

You wasted no time devouring her, between the soft licks on her clit and the sweet sucking of her lips, you had her on the edge quickly, her hips grinding hard against your jaw, fist grabbing anything she could hold, the grass, your hair, her skirt.

"Does that fell good baby ?"

"Uh..uh B..BABE...Y/N I..I'm gonna cum ....AH.!!"

she came when you entered her with two fingers, curling them inside her clenching walls. Bending her back until she snapped shaking in your arms, Your teeth grazing the skin there, drinking up her juices.

You looked up and pulled her panties back on and her skirt back up before coming up and kissed her while whispering.

"I love you"

You walked back to the house after she regained some strength, settling your things in the room before fixing each other something to eat, after you were both finished you washed the dishes while she looked outside again, admiring the landscape.

"I'm done sweetie do you want to go in the jacuzzi ?"

"There's a jacuzzi ?"

"Well it's a hot tub, outside but still"

"Baby i don't have any swimsuit"

"That's a good thing I packed one for you then"

"Well in that case lead the way"

She put on the two piece you'd picked for her, it was a green color that complimented well her red hair, and hugged her curves perfectly. And you had your swim shorts with a bikini top.

"Baby you look so hot in this Diane"

"you know me well babe it's a nice color"

"Hop in then babe, the waters warm just how you like it"

You lented your hand to help her in and she settled herself on your lap, straddling your things.

"There was plenty of room not that I'm complaining but you didn't have to sit here"

"I can get off if you want"

"Well I'm not stopping you if you wanna get off on me like.. go ahead I'll be happy to watch."

"You know what I meant, I can get off of you"

"I don't want you to"

"Good, me neither"

She began kissing your neck while her hands untangled your bikini straps fingers dancing on your nipples as you moaned.

"Let me make you feel as good as you did mommy" she was shocked at the words that came out of her own mouth, never would you had thought it was something that turned her on but you have her a reassuring smile and went on.

"Well go ahead then"

Her hands went down while she kept nibbling your collarbones, underneath your shorts immediately circling your clit, digits dragging through your folds, she build up the pace and grounded her hips down on your thighs, also getting wet from the interaction.

"Go ahead...baby...fuck yourself on mommy's lap"

After a few minutes you both came moaning each others name, her hips grinding with force on your lap, her fingers stroking you in rythme. You rested your head against hers breaths evening out, hands caressing her hair.

"This is going to be a great vacation"

"I love you y/n"

"Me too baby..me too"

#sarah paulson fanfiction #diane sherman x reader #diane sherman #sarah paulson characters

[allegra-writes]

"Lights up" part II

Peter Parker x SHIELD Agent! Reader

NSFW

WARNINGS: SMUT

Series Masterlist

He froze. No. Oh god, please no ...

He lowered his gaze to you, and watched in horror as your eyes went from his left hand above his crotch, your own position on top of him, then finally, to his face.

He was dead. If you didn't kill him for molesting you in your sleep, the shame would probably finish him. Although he firmly believed it was going to be the former. He could actually see it, the storm brewing in your eyes, the adrenaline dilating your pupils, getting you ready to fight.

"I'm sorry. I am so so-" You muffled his apologies with your lips. Ok, maybe not to fight.

Peter had never been kissed before, not like that. And, as your lips continued to move against his, sensual yet firm, demanding, he felt like he hadn't at all. Nothing he had ever felt before compared to this, to the taste of your tongue on his, to the smell of your hair, falling on his face, to the touch of your hands, splayed on his chest, fingers tracing the hard planes hungrily.

He spun you over, so it was you with your back on the mattress, and him hovering above you. He didn't recognize the sound leaving his throat as you opened your legs and he fell between them, as you buried your fingers on his curls and tugged, as his mouth left yours to explore your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. He watched in awe as your own hand lowered a strap of your tank top down your shoulder, until one gorgeous, perfect breast was bared to him, for him . He wasted no time imitating your movements with your other strap, maybe a little too enthusiastically, snapping it.

You giggled.

"So-sorry" he mumbled, "I've never… done this before"

You bit your lip.

"Do you want to?"

He met your eyes, a feverish, almost crazed look in his own.

"Yes. God, yes!"

You tugged him to you again, and this time, it was him crashing his mouth on yours, nibbling at your lips, forcing his tongue inside. He started rolling his hips against yours on instinct, the movement rubbing his delicious pecs against your hard nipples with every drag of his hips. The feeling of skin on skin was driving you wild. You needed more.

"Rip it off" you panted into his mouth

"Wha-?"

"My top," you broke the kiss to command, "rip it off me. I know you can do it" he was certainly strong enough. He fisted his hand on the fabric and tugged. It tore as easily as if it were paper. He sat back to admire his work.

"Wow…" 

You smiled. Whatever self-consciousness you could have felt, disintegrating at the wonderstruck look on his face. You brought your hands to your breast, massaging, tugging, rolling your nipples between your fingers, eyes never leaving his. 

"You are so beautiful" He marveled under his breath and you weren't sure you were supposed to hear that, but you were glad that you did. You were a spy, beauty wasn't much of a virtue to you. It was a tool, a weapon, a disguise. You knew how to fake it or hide it, depending on what the mission required. But here there was nowhere to hide. Peter was seeing you exactly for who and what you were, and he still wanted you. 

"Lose the pants" You demanded, trying to regain control, "and sit against the headboard"

His hands were shaking as he took both his pants and his boxers off in one go. This time it was your time to marvel, not only at his size (although it was considerable) but also at his shape. He was perfect: thicker than your biggest toy, but not that long. That was better anyway, since you were going to be able to ride him hard, with no fear of stabbing your cervix on it. He was cut, too, but considering his religion that wasn't surprising.

"Fuck! Even your cock is pretty"

Peter blushed but said nothing as he sat exactly like you had ordered. You made quick work of your shorts but kept your underwear. His eyes went wide as he saw the lace and you knew you had made the right call. You straddled his thighs, wrapping your hand around his cock, and his head fell back.

"Fuck!" He cursed. He was so responsive and obedient, there was definitely a submissive streak in him and you were dying to explore it. Maybe later.

His hands slid up the back of your thighs until they reached your butt, where they slipped under the lace. 

You pumped his cock once, twice, three times, tearing as many moans out of him. The fourth one was muffled by your lips on his.

You only broke the kiss when you were light headed, and he chased after your lips, whining softly when you stayed away. Peter finally opened his eyes, resting his forehead against yours, warm brown eyes boring into you even in the dark.

"Pete, are you sure?"

"Yes. God, yes! I wanted this," he confessed, "I wanted you, for so long…"

You averted his eyes. 

"What about…" You trailed off. You weren't sure that you wanted to know the answer to what you were about to ask. But you had to, it would annihilate you if Peter regretted this later. "What about MJ?"

You sounded so unsure, so vulnerable, so unlike the badass secret agent persona he had met that afternoon… Peter realized you weren't only letting him see your body, you were letting him see more, something more intimate: you were letting him see you. 

He kissed you again, softer, slower, cradling your face in his hands, lips moving against yours until he felt you sigh and relax into his embrace. He broke the kiss but his lips never left your skin, placing delicate butterfly kisses on your cheeks, on your jaw.

"It's you. It's always been you" Besides, he had kind of broke up with her when he left her in that alley. Even if he hadn't realized he was in love with someone else, he would have done it, for her own safety. But you knew how to take care of yourself, he didn't need to protect you from his love. He only needed you to accept it. 

And you seemed to do it. Or at least, you had accepted his answer, reaching down between your bodies, finding his cock again. You slid the head up and down your slit, and his hands left your face to grab onto the iron rail of the headboard above his head. You leaned back to look into his eyes, one hand braced on his shoulder, the other guiding him inside you, inch by delicious inch

Peter looked down. Your lacy panties where completely ruined, tugged to the side, trim patch of curls visible just above where his thick shaft disappeared inside you. It was dirty, and obscene and perfect. 

You were perfect. All tight, wet heat around him. Burning him, lighting him up inside, so hot he could feel you browning his skin so right. You were the sun, sparking up what should have been his darkest night. 

By the time you had taken him all the way in, you were as breathless as him. 

"You ok?" 

"More than" Peter gasped. You noticed his hands around the headboard and lifted an eyebrow. "Do-don't… don't wanna hurt you" he explained and you nodded your understanding, before lifting yourself up a few inches, eyes never leaving his as you sank right back down. 

He was beautiful like that, eyes glossy with desire, mouth agape, muscles straining with the effort to keep his hands off you. You had a vision of his hands tied to that very same bed as you screwed yourself hard on his cock, and you vow to yourself to make it a reality before your time on the island was over. You started to build a rhythm, wave after wave of pleasure hitting you as you jumped on the most incredible cock, filling you up so good, so completely, it seemed made just for you. 

"God, you feel so good!"

"Tell me" he begged, sounding desperate, wrecked, as you rode him mercilessly, "please"

"So hard" you moaned, your own hands trailing your tits, your neck, pulling at your hair, "so deep… Fuck, I love this cock!" 

"Fu-fuck!" Peter's hips started bucking up, trying to meet yours. It didn't take long for him to succeed, thrusting up every time you came down, going deeper, hitting your clit just so with his pubic bone.

"Yes! Just like that… you're doing so well, baby boy"

Your praise ignited something inside him, hands letting go of the headboard to wrap around your waist, helping you move. 

You cried out, feeling the heat starting to build 

"Like that, yes, Peter… just like that… keep going"

"I- I can't!.. 'm sorry, I'm gonna… I'm…"

Then you felt it. The little contractions, the warm -warmer than human's- liquid painting your insides. You stopped moving.

"Oh god! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Peter hid his face with his hands, ashamed, humiliated. You didn't know what to say, too stunned to even get up from his lap. 

"I'm so so sorry!" He kept on babbling, "It's just… you're really hot and… I'd never-"

"Felt something like that?" You spoke at last, trying to pry his hands away from his face to look at him, "Yeah, I know. It was your first time, it was bound to happen. It's completely normal…"

Right. Of course that was the one way he had to be normal. You started to get up, but his hands flew from his face to your hips to stop you.

"No!" He pleaded, eyes full of tears of shame, of frustration. "You didn't…"

You shook your head,

"Peter, it's ok, I enjoyed it, trust me" 

"But it doesn't have to be over" his grip on your hips tightened, "I can keep on, see?"

He bucked his hips and you felt him start to harden again inside you.

"Pete, I like you" maybe a little too much, "You don't have to prove anything to me" 

Peter squared his jaw, a new determination igniting within his eyes, making you gulp. He was going to be damned if he didn't make you come your first time together.

He rolled on top of you, trapping you under his body, still connected to you.

"Tell me you don't want it" He defied, thrusting into you, making you gasp despite yourself.

"I don't want it"

"Liar" he smirked, rolling his hips again, and again. And again, until he was fucking you into the mattress. Maybe he wasn't as submissive as you had first thought. He hooked your legs on his elbows, pushing them up as he pushed into you harder, deeper. 

"You sure this is your first time?" You kidded.

"Told you… wanted you… so long… thought 'bout this… so much" it was getting harder and harder to form complete thoughts, nevermind sentences, especially with you arching your back like that, eyes closing, mouth opening. 

"Really?" You said between moans, "What did you think about?"

"About tasting you" He replied, licking into your open mouth, "about… coming all over your beautiful body… About making you come, over and over, until you beg me to stop…"

He let go of one of your legs to trail his hand up and down your body, taking a detour to play with your breasts, massaging just the way he had seen you do it before, first one, then the other one. You arched your back almost impossibly, pressing yourself into his touch. Your hips started to move but he held you still, splaying his hand just between your hips. 

"If you do that I won't last much, again. And you feel too good to stop…"

You had a feeling he could still just flip you over and fuck you again. You felt his hand on your breast being replaced by his tongue, as his free arm wrapped itself around your waist, lifting you, changing the angle. 

"There" He declared, almost triumphantly as he started grinding against your g-spot with every stroke, making you see stars, every nerve ending in your body coming alight. He could actually feel the different texture of that tiny patch of skin inside you, eyes rolling back every time the head of his cock grazed it. 

Never again was he going to complain about his super senses, not when you were squeezing him so good, shaking in his arms, fingernails digging into his back deep enough to draw blood. 

"Yes, just like that babe, let me feel you come. I wanna feel it baby, I wanna…"

You came screaming his name, and he thrusted into you a couple more times, help in you ride it out. Then he slid out of you, just in time to paint your chest, your belly in white ribbons, marking you as his.

He fell, boneless on top if you, but his weight was comforting rather than suffocating. 

"We're gonna need a safe word" You commented, casually, as if you weren't trying to catch your breath after the best, most mindblowing sex you had had in your short, violent life. 

Peter raised his head from your neck to look at you, confused frown marring his lovely face. 

"If you're really planning on making me come until I beg you to stop, you're gonna need to know when I'm really asking you to stop" You explained, "Ergo, we're gonna need a safe word" 

His eyes went wide, freezing for a few seconds. And then he was kissing you with all he had.

"You, Agent 16, are amazing" He declared, peppering your face with chaste, sweet little kisses.

You laughed, batting his shoulder to get him off you.

"I know, but get off me! We need another shower, You made us all dirty!"

"Or…" He pondered, rolling off you and getting out of the bed, "We could go skinny dipping, get out and get even more dirty…"

You took the hand he offered,

"Oh, I like the way you think, Peter Parker!" 

…

"You know, if you had told me twelve hours ago that something good could come out of Beck exposing my identity and making the whole world believe I'm a murderer, I would probably had call you insane…"

You were laying on the beach, hours later, head on Peter's chest, as the golden rays of sunrise started to appear on the horizon. He had kept his promise, the both of you covered in sand from head to toe after round three… or was it four? 

"You know it doesn't matter, right? What they think, I mean" You stated, as if it was the simplest of facts, "Nick's never going to let you go to jail, and Pepper is not going to allow anyone talk shit about you. She's probably already sending lawsuits to every website and news channel that reproduced that video. They can't touch you" I won't let them.

"So yeah, the gig is up. The lights are up and they know your identity. They know your name and they are going to talk. But they don't matter. As long as you know who you are, they don't matter, the things they say don't matter." 

"No offence, Sixteen" Peter noted, never stopping caressing your back, "but… that's a little rich coming from you"

"I could tell you my name, the one my parents gave me, I mean, you could do a little background checking" You shrugged, "But I'm not that girl anymore. Hell, I think if my parents saw me on the street, they wouldn't recognize me!"

"I'm sorry" Peter could recognize the melancholy behind your nonchalance. Just a few hours, and he was already becoming an expert on you. He realized he was starting to understand what you meant.

"It's ok, I barely miss them now. Maybe I didn't die in the blip, but sometimes I think that girl did… I'm definitely more Sixteen than her, now. The whole secret identity thing is more for their protection than anything"

Peter thought of May, hiding away in the Lake House. Yeah, he could relate to that. He didn't need a name to know who you were. What was in a name after all? Romeo and Juliet had gotten it right; a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. 

And yes, it would have been easier if things stayed the same, but if they had he wouldn't have you. If stepping into the light was the price he had to pay to keep you, then so be it. As you fell asleep in his arms and the whole world woke up to #Spider-Man trending in every social media, there was no going back. 

Peter Parker was never going back into the shadows.

To be continued...

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[jaedreaminn]

8th Deadly Sin

Summary

The world is complicated and hard to understand- is what the common belief tells us. But life's more simple than that.

You've got the pure emotions: love, joy, empathy... the list goes on. And you've got the Seven Deadly Sins: Lust, Pride, Envy, Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath. The Seven Deadly Sins danced around the Earth freely causing chaos and distress with every step they took

The last this this world needed was an Eight Sin

Pairings: Taeil x fem!reader

Theme: Angst, Death, Love, Cheating, Sadness, Emotional, fluff but o ly to distract you.

Characters: Taeil, Taeyong, Yuta, Kun, Ten, Lucas, Mark, Renjun, Jaemin, Jisung, Yeri «mentioned» Chenle.

Word Count: 2.2k

Taeil watched as the seven deadly sins wreaked havoc across the Earth.

He watched as Lust, Yuta, swept across the dark dim-lit rooms of secrets, betrayal and tangled limbs. How he made people desire more than what was theirs to take and made them have the most sinful thoughts for the most innocent ones.

And how Mark inflated the egos of people, making them too proud to exist in the same place as the low-lives. He gave them pride so deep that it killed them, a slow and lonely death. Mark prospered as Pride.

He then spotted Taeyong, with his eye-catching green hair, swooping around whispering complaints in people's ears. His victims' eyes turned green with envy as they wasted their lives in the shadows of what they could never have of others. He truly was the embodiment of Envy- so perfect yet jealous of everyone else.

Then there was Jisung who walked around demanding people take more than what they needed. He walked about, bringing thirst for objects in the minds of people as they took and took and took and could never be satisfied. No matter how many loved ones Jisung took from the people he cursed, it was never enough for him. He was, after all, Greed.

Lucas targeted the lonely who were deemed too unsuccessful to be claimed by Greed. He gave them a taste and then they could never stop eating their feelings away. The consumed and consumed and consumed and never shared. They starved others to satisfy their hunger. Lucas did a perfect job as Gluttony.

Just a bit further from Lucas was Ten, who strolled the streets. His movements were slow and cat-like. Wherever he went he drained the life out of that place. He made people dull and slow. Demotivated them, so that they could rot away, stuck on their couch, like the sloth they were, like the Sloth he is.

His eyes swept across the land as it landed on a small boy, innocent and pure looking. One might even confuse him for one of the pure feelings if they didn't know what raged in on his mind. He held such dark emotions behind his pretty little face. He broke apart families, gave out negative feelings so deep it made people want to tear each other apart, he caused merciless wars of hatred. He spread wrath through nations and broke down peace. He was Renjun, the embodiment of Wrath.

Taeil gave the sins who roamed the earth one last glance before strolling around, spreading love wherever he went. He smiled watching people look at their partners as if they hung the stars in the sky. He gifted the most lonely and hopeless souls a reason to live.

"How was today?" Kun asked, a smile on his face as he lit up his surroundings with a bright serene glow. He truly looked like peace.

"It was good." Taeil smiled. "Doing your usual check?" He asked Kun who simply nodded.

"You know it," he said, patting Taeil on the back and walked away. Among all the pure feelings Kun was the one that held the most power, he was more powerful than all the sins combined. He controlled both the pure feeling and the seven deadly sins and led both to a peaceful coexistence.

Taeil then stopped as he spotted you. You were y/n or also known as laughter, you weren't one of the pure feelings but you were a being that existed hopping about the world spreading a different kind of melody.

He stood there looking at you in awe as you brought a warm hue with you as you laughed at the silliest of jokes, intoxicating your surroundings with giggles.

He found it impossible not to laugh in your presence and also found it impossible not to stare. He would sit there and look at you so in love. And you would smile at him and do everything you could to spend time with him because you felt happier around him.

You two most definitely loved each other, and all the other beings knew about it. But Taeil knew love never came easy.

Taeil watched as you laughed with Jaemin the feeling of Joy. He wanted to be able to connect with you the way Jaemin could but he knew it wasn't possible.

Taeyong walked in "Oh Taeil it's you...." he had said upon seeing Taeil who was watching you intently.

"Do you need something Envy?" Taeli

had asked politely.

Taeyong gave him a small smile "Nothing just thought I saw green" and left.

Taeil watched and watched how you would be so Happy around Jaemin and as love reasoning told him that he wanted to be the only one to make you happy, so he told you. He told you 'Stay away from Jaemin because I can be the only one to make you happy or I have failed as love'.

And you obliged without batting an eyelash, the thought of losing him scaring you for eternity. Jisung had accidentally walked in on the two of you after you made the promise but didn't leave without a dry laugh as he looked at you and Taeil.

Taeil used to watch in awe how you would hop around the world giggling and your job would be done, now it only annoyed him. Annoyed him at how quickly you got your job done while it took time to make people fall in love. He was more powerful among the two of you, his duty should be quick, not yours.

"Y/n I think you should work as long as I have to or you might get tempted to talk to the others in your free time while I make people fall in love with each other," he said to you and you looked at him dumbfounded.

"But it's not required, laughter comes from a happy memory and that lasts for life time." you tried to argue.

"But it could be like a gesture of love towards me, love himself" Taeil smiled at you "Plus a little extra laughter never hurt anyone"

You gave him a weary smile "yes it never hurt anyone."

It hurt you. Your capacity was only a few happy bounces across the world, your job never felt like a chore it was supposed to be fun but now doing it for much longer than you normally did, it drained the energy from you, but if it meant showing Taeil who never had a problem showing that he loved you see that you love him just as much then it was worth it.

"You must be proud" Mark had walked up to Taeil one day and said. "What do you mean?" Taeil frowned and Mark smiled "proud of what y/n is doing for you" and Taeil only smiles satisfied at the fact that his work took lesser time than yours, he couldn't admit to himself out loud that it affected him that you did your job so easily.

"Let's go out for a picnic" you had suggested one day as you and Taeil sat in the sky, enjoying the bliss.

"But it's so comfortable here" he murmured.

"But we are always comfortable! let's do something exciting," you said eyes sparkling and ideas floating through your head.

"Love isn't about doing things it's about just existing peacefully together." he said and you tried your best to smile.

"He's right" sang out a soft voice from just a bit above you and you looked up to meet the eyes of none other than Ten the sloth.

"Peace is good," he said, a Cheshire cat smile pasted on his face.

"You only think that cause you're Sloth" you frowned.

"The least harmful of all the sins, trust me it's good sometimes just...." He paused to think of a word "resting" he finished his sentence and stretched getting comfortable where he lay.

"Yes and Ten's quite sensible. Listen to him and rest with me." Taeil said, opening his arms for you.

"But didn't you say love was about gestures? Let's have one crazy, amazing romantic time" you pleaded.

"Love is about subtle gestures. We've been in love for so long we don't need to put in the effort anymore." He said and then turned to look at you and smiled "Rest with me y/n" he opened his arms wide and with a small 'okay' you agreed nestling yourself between his arms, a frown on your face.

"Love, can you please help me?" asked Yeri. "I need peace to forgive me and he'll listen to you for sure," she said, running her fingers up his arm. You watched with a frown knowing he would say yes, she was after all manipulation.

"Alright where is he?" Taeil asked and she let out a sequel dragging him along with her.

You sat a frown etched into your forehead, it worried you a lot. Taeil always did talk about Yeri fondly and you knew Yeri was a bit too fond of Taeil. But he was love and he loved you so you shouldn't worry...right?

He didn't return home even after the moon brought night on earth in two different places but Yuta did come to visit. He was always good to you and he made you an offer for revenge which you were quick to decline, instead, he comforted you and apologised knowing what had actually;y happened. Of course he knew, he was lust after all.

You never smiled or frowned because Taeil did return to you. That meant he still loved you, but he never told you what happened but you knew.

You dragged your feet around earth getting your job done and then spent time with Taeil who had gotten fidgety around you and started to only eat when the two of you were together, to avoid talking.

You got tired of the life you were living, exhausted from overworking yourself and you were lonely.

"Y/n you look awful what happened" it was Jaemin and you looked at him and then looked at the floor not wanting to answer.

"Aww don't be so dull you're laughter after all give me a smile" he insisted and you gave a half-hearted smile.

"There it is!" He exclaimed, clapping his hands together proud of your small little smile "That was good very good." He said smiling himself and it was just his aura as joy that calmed you a bit and made your mood better and you genuinely smiled.

"Y/n!" Taeils voice boomed.

"Love," you said, looking at him with wide eyes.

"I ASKED YOU FOR ONE SIMPLE THING AND YOU CAN'T DO THAT," He said venom seeping out of his every word "I LOVE YOU AND GIVE YOU ALL MY LOVE AND ASK OF YOU ONE THING- LET ME BE THE ONE TO MAKE YOU HAPPY" he snarled holding onto your arm tightly. "BUT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO THAT"

Tears started falling from your eyes and Jaemins eyes widened.

"We are done, I don't think I want to love you anymore," Taeil said, letting go of your arm and walking away. You lost all balance and started to fall as he walked away but Jaemin caught you.

When he walked away he revealed a red eye'd Renjun standing behind him, an evil smile on his face. But the red in his eyes faded and his smile turned into a frown as he saw you.

"No no y/n I'm so sorry I couldn't control my power. his anger was just so much more powerful than the rest of Earth" Renjun ran to you getting on his knees apologising.

At this point, you were too weak to even cry anymore.

"You don't look so good. Are you okay?" You heard Jaemin ask but you weren't able to answer him as you felt weaker by the second.

Taeil stopped in his path hearing the commotion feeling sorry for his outburst and walked back towards you and what he saw scared him.

You were pale, most of the warm colours from you were gone, eyes droopy and suddenly you looked skinnier than he remembered you to be.

His eyes widened and dread set on him, you were dying.

"Oh no...no no no y/n hold on we'll get you to peace and I'm sure Kun will help" Taeil ran to you, tears in his eyes "You'll be alright" he cried reaching to carry you but you used all your remaining strength to stop him, laying a hand on top of his. "It's okay" you softly said as you slowly faded away from the world, turning into a cloud of golden dust. You left without telling him you loved him and he never got to tell you he loved you. But did you deserve his corrupted love?

It broke him.

"Love" Echoed Kuns stern voice.

"I hate to say this but you have done this," he said, his voice laced with anger. "You can no more be a pure feeling." he glared at Taeil and walked away.

Taeil sat on top of the world, watching as it got to experience a new echo of laughter by the name of Zhong Chenle, wishing it was you instead.

His eyes lingered to the other seven sins as they wreaked havoc and caused chaos and sighed getting up, leaving his peace and comfort to join them as Love, the 8th Deadly Sin.

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