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[st-highwind]

Wyrmtongue

Approx. 3400 words.

Body horror, graphic descriptions of violence, character-warping in the form of a nightmare, oc involvement. Inspired by @estinininininen’s work with dragon!kain.

Exhausted after fending Golbez off and losing another crystal, Cecil and his allies spend the night in the dwarves' inn to recover their strength before setting out for the Tower of Babil. In the night, however, remnants of dark magic creep into Thrush's dreams and taunt them.

The dwarves were kind enough to offer their castle walls as solace after Golbez was staved off. The innkeeper administered an unkind glare to the party when her steep nightly fare was overruled by King Giott himself, but it didn't stop the exhausted group from embracing each (uncomfortably firm) bed with potent exhaustion. Torchlight illuminated the stone walls and cast the party in a warm, pleasantly comfortable glow. The presence of such a warmth was off-putting.

"We set out for the Tower of Babil at first light," Cecil declares, his voice resonant with a long-suffering hope that he, bathed in all the light and grace of a paladin, refuses to let die. "Or... whatever can be first light for a land with no sky."

"Our bodies know when to rise," says Yang, tactfully placing his claws onto the small stand beside his bed. "But we must rest them. We need to restore our strength."

"Cheers to that," sighs Thrush, deciding that their scythe was best placed on the floor with the blade arcing under the bed. Each of them are recovering from burns, regaining feeling in their noses after the bite of ice. Rosa and Rydia's mana needs time to recover. All of them have plenty of aches and pains they pray sleep gets rid of.

Kain sits at the foot of his bed, lance discarded in the corner for the night, mindlessly unbuckling the straps of his gauntlets. The fins of his helmet, a piece of armor Thrush knows he won't shed until the others are asleep, cast jagged, twisting shadows on the wall. When he moves, even the slight tilt of his head as he redirects his focus from his right hand to his left, creates the apparition of a snakepit writhing against the torchlit stone. The indigo of his armor is almost the same violet of Troian dusks in the warm firelight.

Thrush's heart skips, their face heats up. They take it as a sign to lay down, stuff their head under their pillow, and call it a night. Frustration begins to bubble under their skin, fighting with their exhaustion.

"Does anyone need Sleep cast on them?" Asks Rydia, a beautiful soul, a saint, and before Thrush can take her up on the offer, Rosa assures her that 'we're all tired enough on our own', that she should just worry about recovering her mana. Thrush knows Rosa's right, so they make peace with what they know will be unsatisfactory rest. It's a small price to pay for everyone else's strength.

"When we wake, then," Cecil agrees. "Goodnight, everyone."

As good of a night it can be with each of them ruminating the loss of yet another crystal, while Thrush tussles with their own heedless heart in the midst of war.

They knew sound sleep would be fleeting since they've lost the dwarves' crystal. While Rydia's return is welcomed and appreciated, Thrush still can't help but to fall victim to the incessant, gnawing thoughts of inadequacy. They've lost every crystal they've set out to defend-- Thrush can't help but to feel as if they've sharpened their scythe for a losing battle. They trust Cecil, Rosa, Yang, every ally they've fought beside thus far, but can't help but wonder why fate has led them from one bad ending to another. The thought plagues them as they hold their eyes shut, pleading for the quiet of unconsciousness. Not only does it feel like they fight all for naught, they have to expend all their mental strength quashing the untimely affections developing for their ally.

And even in the throes of a fitful sleep, Thrush fights the losing battles.

Wind howls at the monolithic summit of Mount Ordeals, haloed by the mystical aura of the moon. The remains of the fallen litter the barely-there path, each bone whispering to Thrush a promise that they'll join the ranks of the slaughtered. They have no potions, no ethers, their strength is nearly depleted, and they know they can't harvest life from the undead. Had they any sense, they would've turned tail at the third station, let alone crawl to the seventh. Well, had they any sense at all, they wouldn't have even thought to scale Ordeals unprepared-- if at all.

Souls, spirits, skeletons reanimated by malice and dark magic clatter and burn behind them. A menacing plume of Fira erupts from the ground the second Thrush moves away, palms ripping against unforgiving stone as they just try to reach the bridge. They can see the grave, the monument at the peak-- that's all they have to reach. That's the goal, that's why everyone climbs Mt. Ordeals. Reach the monument and prove yourself or join the ranks of Scarmiglione's dead. Thrush was not keen on becoming the monsters trailing close behind them.

The bridge is old and Thrush is unsure if it will be bloodbones that kill them or a fatal drop after one wrong step. The entire trek would be a waste if they were to die now-- quick, light steps, and they've made it. Cross the bridge and I'll have proved myself, goes their mental chant. Prove myself, prove myself, prove myself.

Light steps, one foot quickly in front of the other. No thoughts on what is behind, only on what they're trying to reach. Creaking, cracking, the scratching sound of a fraying rope, and then nothing. No wind, no bridge, no gurgles or wails from the undead, no spirit's sizzle of Fira. They're enveloped in silence, stillness, as if the summit of Mount Ordeals were a realm of its own.

The monument glows under the gentle light of the moon. The constellations wink at Thrush as if to say 'I'm proud of you'. Thrush closes their eyes and breathes in the air, clean and void of the stench of rot and scorched earth. The hollow feeling in their bones fades, inviting unpleasant pain of exertion, but that doesn't matter now. Thrush reached the top, the monument-- they could reach out and touch the engraved stone. Perhaps that was a good idea, to feel the Mysidian legend against their fingertips.

A swift whoosh shatters the silence encapsulating the monument, refilling Thrush's weary body with a second wind of adrenaline. They whirl around to identify the source of the sound, but what would they do after discovering the source? Thrush hardly has the energy to flee, let alone lift their scythe and battle. Would diving off the peak be mercy?

"Show yourself!" Thrush shouts, but their voice doesn't echo. The air muffles all sound-- did they even make a sound? The stars seem to spin, shrinking and expanding, but then Thrush sees it. A dark silhouette against the stars, and then it moves. A shadow envelopes them, and when they look to the moon, blocked in part by the peak of the monument, they're met with the blade of a lance.

Thrush freezes. Their whole body locks up, vibrating with energy to move but solidified with the earth, petrified with a white-knuckled grip on their scythe-- damn, what good is a scythe their body can't swing? --but the sky has ceased its twirling. The shadow before them, encased in spikes and crowned with forked horns, is hauntingly still and perched atop the highest point of the monument. The only movement comes from protrusions from its back, which contort and extend into a pair of leathery, dragonian wings.

Thrush drops their scythe. In their mind, they know they've essentially forfeited their life with the action, but dropped it anyways. They cautiously take a step backwards, unblinking eyes adjusting to the moon's light on the figure, which reveals the patterning of scales rippling down a humanoid body. The figure slowly moves with them, keeping the blade of the lance against them, but each step back only bathes the figure in more light.

Scales mimicking the shape of gauntlets, clawed hands, black-tipped spines on the shoulders, the forearms. A golden underbelly, frills around the ears, muscled thighs and inhuman balance and accuracy. Emerald green eyes, beaming through Thrush, piercing their very soul.

The figure stretches its wings and descends. Thrush notices tattered fabric draped over the limbs, almost woven into the leathery skin.

"Leave." The voice is baritone and hoarse, as if it had not been used in some while.

"No," Thrush says, lifting their palms as a peace offering. "I am no longer here to fight or defend. I came to prove myself."

"Leave," He repeats. "This is not a place of honor. Not anymore."

Thrush balks. "But this is the bearing of the Mysidian legend," they try, "This is where Cecil--"

They're interrupted by a anguished bellow and the impact of the lance, swiped to the side and throwing them to the ground. Their head cracks against the dry dirt of the summit, and pain blooms along their spine and behind their eyes. The figure is blindingly quick, and before they can comprehend their own pain, a foot is firmly planted against their chest and the tip of the lance positioned at their neck.

"Who are you?" Thrush spits, throat scratching against the point of the blade. They don't dare swallow. What are you?

"I am known by many names," the figure offers. The resonance of such a low voice rattles in Thrush's chest-- it's disturbingly familiar, familiarly alluring, but the ache of their eyes prevents them from coming to any conclusions.

"The Lance of Bahamut," The silhouette against the moon, the width of his shoulders...

"The Monster of Mount Ordeals..." The stance he had on the monument, the balance. Thrush has only ever seen such skills exhibited in. . . dragoon knights.

"But there is one title I'm rather fond of," The figure says, and while his face is hidden, Thrush can hear the amused smirk that pulls at his lips. Thrush knows that voice! It's been so long since they've heard it, ever since he left--

"...I am the Dragon of Baron."

Oh.

Oh.

It's Kain.

A concurrent tide of sweltering heat and chilling cold wash over Thrush's body. They can feel every drop of red blood their racing heart pumps out, every pinprick of pain twinkling along their aching body, every drop of sweat clinging to their dirt-crusted skin. The moon must've started glowing brighter by the way Kain's entire body illuminates, revealing his full draconic physique.

Even in a dream --in a nightmare with his forked lance a breadth from bleeding all the life out of them-- Thrush is overwhelmed by Kain's beauty. His jaded eyes, full lashes, tall nose, the crown of his seemingly permanently-knit brows, even speckled with scales and spines, Thrush is enraptured.  The moon's gentle light starkly highlights the lift of his thin cheeks, the sharp cut of his jaw. The smirk has morphed into a sneer that lifts his pointed lips, and Thrush notices the fangs, unfamiliar in his mouth, that have scratched his lips and tongue.

"It's you," Thrush says, voice pathetically meek.

A muscle in Kain's jaw flexes before he speaks. "You knew it was."

A charged silence blankets them again, soon after broken by Kain suddenly and firmly declaring "You will not reach the monument."

Thrush blinks. The heavy prick of Kain's lance is removed from their throat and the foot on their chest eased, but not before Kain deftly swings his lance along the ground and sends Thrush's scythe tumbling down the cliffside.

Thrush opens their mouth to ask questions-- is this where you've been all this time? Is this why you left? What happened to you? What happened to the Kain I knew? --but no words come out.

"Your heart races," Kain says, and his tone has shifted to something condescending, taunting. When Thrush meets his eyes, they find are no longer green, but instead a sickly snake-venom yellow and dashed with feverish slit pupils. The color lasts only a moment before Kain's characteristic pine-green hue returns.

"You have no weapon, no skills to use," Kain, if Thrush can truly call him by that sacred name, croons. "And your heart betrays you."

Some sort of clarity begins to trickle into Thrush's psyche. Before them isn't the Kain they knew and fervently yearned for, this is something else. They don't know if this is some trick of dark magic or a twisted vision -- they just pray it isn't a prophecy.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Thrush replies, slowly regaining their cool in some sort of adrenaline-fueled stupor. Kain, whether dragoon or dragon, is a fierce and formidable fighter and Thrush is unarmed and weakened.

"Your heart has always carved the path before you," the dragon before them blinks slowly, and the two begin to circle one another like wildcats apt to pounce, orbiting one another, growing closer like stars doomed to collide. "It led you to Baron, did it not?"

Thrush does not satisfy him with an answer. The dragon is displeased.

"You listened to me while we traveled together," he taunts, tries a different method. "Listened to me pray in the language of the dragons, a tongue thought long-dead."

I did, Thrush thinks, I did and I wished you'd use wyrm-tongue to speak my name. But Thrush firmly reigns in their thoughts, knowing this cruel nightmare was turning their heart traitorous.

But Kain smiles, sharp-toothed and bewitching, and Thrush pales at learning not even their thoughts were secure in this illusion. This mirage, so tangible and torturous, morphing the sole object of their desires into the very axe that will execute them. Perhaps teetering off the edge of the cliffside was mercy.

Kain furrows his brow and clicks his forked tongue. "Don't deny me my pleasure by denying yours," Amusement laces his words-- he's presenting a challenge. "Are you so defeated that you refuse to fight for what you want?"

"Will I wake up once you kill me?" Thrush retaliates, anxiety beginning to thrum in their limbs.

"Find out, Thrush," He snarls, tongue curling around the wyvern-tongue drawl of the harvester's name. "Humor me."

Thrush huffs, furiously fighting the faintness that diminishes the strength in their knees.  How masochistic-- Thrush's psyche creating an unconscious landscape they must be skewered to escape. Skewered, no less, by the lance of an avaricious wyrm wearing the face of the one their heart beats for.

Thrush and their losing battles -- just as their knees buckle, the dragon lunges.

Something snaps in Thrush's arm as they try to brace their fall, ripping a cry of pain from their throat that's promptly cut off by their back colliding with the ground once again. Heat surrounds their whole body, saturating them in a feverish cold-sweat, and the scales and spines of Kain's draconic body prick Thrush like vining thorns through their tunic.

Kain frowns and its terribly mocking. The sight twists Thrush's stomach into knots, and as if the blood drawn from the dragon's scales were truly draining them of their energy, the fight leaves them.

"This won't do," Kain sighs. He leans down, lance dissipating into the air in a vapor of magic, and crouches over their body. "You know an illusion when you see one; your spirit is keen and strong."

He lifts a taloned hand to Thrush's face, palms blazing hot. "You deny me all my fun," Claws cinch around their jaw and cheek. "But it doesn't stop me from knowing your weakest points."

Thrush's heart jackrabbits. "You aren't Kain Highwind."

The dragon on top of them quirks a brow. The hand on Thrush's face slowly drags one single claw down to their chest, perched above the torturous thump, thump, thump that skips every time Thrush looks at the distortion before them. "This tells me otherwise."

Defiance has replaced every drop of confusion and fear swirling in Thrush's head. They know this isn't real, they know the Kain they face now isn't the Kain they trust when awake, that this is fake.

"But you know truth when you hear it," Kain says, reminding Thrush that their thoughts aren't safe from him. "Why don't I humor you for a moment, then, out of the kindness of my heart.

"You yearn and you pine, you think you mask your wanton desires so cleverly. And you do, you do well. That pernicious thing in you that you think is a strong sense of responsibility has made you an excellent liar to yourself and others. Much akin to how I've made 'the Dragon of Baron'."

And with that stark revelation, a name flashes in Thrush's head, gone as quick as it came... Zemus? The memory fades quickly, quickly interrupted by the static touch of "Kain's" lips brushing against theirs.

"And the truth is as so: that boy doesn't truly know his own heart's desires. His mind is a maelstrom of confusion, curiosity, emotions he'd rather cut out his own tongue than reveal. And you..."

Kain crushes Thrush's lips with his own and oh, it's like kissing a brushfire. Their head, for not a sliver of a moment, thrashes with guilt and horror but like a man possessed, they succumb to the desires of the flesh. The dragon's smoky fangs graze against Thrush's lips as he bites against their mouth-- he kisses as if he were to consume them whole. Thrush's body floods with the honey-thick heat of desire, of a feeling Thrush has always felt filthy for wanting more of. They feel a grin against their mouth, slick saliva that burns like poison, and their pounding heart falters under the weight of 'Kain's' razor-taloned fingertip.

"Your fatal flaw," Kain growls and Thrush knows the skin of their chest is torn and rivers of warm, red life are drooling down their skin and saturating the earth below. Piercing pain settles in as Kain's talons sink further into their chest-- this demon is going to rip out their heart while licking into their mouth like a man who's never been loved.

The indulgence of touch is ripped away, fangs tearing blood from Thrush's lips with the movement. The snakevenom eyes return-- proud, avaricious, ravenous. Thrush's vision blurs, darkens around the edges. The heady beat of their heart slows, each pulse punctuated with sharp pain.

"This," he sneers. The shape of a hand sinks into Thrush's chest with a disgusting squelch of rendered flesh, the pressure making them howl with pain.

When Thrush's vision returns, Kain is there. Real Kain, with real Kain's eyes and real Kain's skin and real Kain's long blonde hair. His stare is almost tender, adoring, a portrait of everything Thrush wants from them. He offers such a kind smile, but the fangs are still there. The claws are still wrapped around Thrush's weakly beating heart. The grip tightens.

The apparition wrenches Thrush's heart from their chest, and just before they're released into the waking world, a voice that is not Kain's taunts them:

"This will be your damnation." 

Thrush's body is drenched in sweat and the thin sheets of the dwarves' inn sticks to their body like sap. They jolt upright, palpable pain still resonating in the cavity of their chest. Each breath sucked into their lungs feels like fire and their vision smears with motion. Their body is hot with lingering want, aching for the touch they crave to come back, and instantly they're nauseous with guilt. They're overwhelmed with disgust and denied the luxury of working through their whirlwind of a nightmare. The others are stirring.

Yang is already upright and fastening his claws back onto his hands. If he noticed Thrush's startling, he was kind enough to pretend he hadn't. Rydia yawns and stretches, Cecil presses a kiss to Rosa's forehead before she crowns herself with her headpiece. Thrush looks over at Kain's bed, only to find it empty, remade, with his lance propped up in the corner.

"Good morning."

Thrush flinches so hard they nearly fall out of bed. Kain was simply nearby, out of sight. Thrush hopes that such a jolt would be passed off as a surprise, but the set of Kain's jaw and the unnaturally sick pallor of his skin say otherwise. Thrush idly wonders if he too was visited by ghosts in the night.

"Good morning," Thrush offers sheepishly. Kain nods and continues walking towards his bed, likely to retrieve his lance and leave again. Thrush doesn't think they'll indulge in looking at him today.

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[starlightervarda]

I can't sleep so Star Trek TOS/SNW dashboard simulator

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to this day I can't understand why they're called the Three Musketeers if there's FOUR of them? Did Dumas just forget his own main character???

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You've got to be kidding me

🪆 chekovsgunman Follow

I know right? A mistake like this would never happen in Russian literature!

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🩺 therealmccoy Follow

After months of taking care of everyone else on this giant tin can I really earned this shore leave. Now I get to drink, relax, flirt with some lovely ladies and sleep until noon 😎 Just what the the doctor ordered!

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Update: A fucking purple tree ate five crewmen. Again.

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Despite being among humans for close to a decade, I still find their tendency to overcomplicate and avoid aspects of social situations to be confusing at best and infuriating at worst. So much time is wasted on tedious matters such as who gets to 'make the first move' or 'not come off too strong'.

For example, everyone aboard my vessel is keenly aware of Lt. Uhura and Engineer Scott's 'budding romance'. But their need to extend their oddly avoidant courtship ritual, rather than outright state their interest in one another, is pointless, as well as frustrating to witness.

Why do they do this? Why not 'get it over with', as they say?

I encourage answers from all cultures, human or otherwise.

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I'm sorry Scotty and Nyota are WHAT

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DELETE THIS

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SPOCK NOOO HE DOESN'T THINK OF ME LIKE THAT 😭

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But I do! I thought you knew and were just being nice about it!

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DMing you rn 😳

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You're welcome.

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PSA: If you visit Antares VII, stay clear of any yellow plants, their pollen can have some...inconvenient effects on the biology of humanoid peoples.

My XO and I suffered through troubling symptoms until it was almost too late. Thankfully, we figured out a cure in time.

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I can only find info on the symptoms. What was the cure? 👀

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Do I really have to say it?

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The galaxy if Klingons didn't exist

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Wow. Humans are openly advocating for our disappearance yet Klingons are the bad guys? I thought your federation stood for peace.

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Cry harder you genocidal wrinkly-faced bitch I hope your planet gets sucked into a black hole

#If you think a joke is on par with what they do then book an MRI because you might have brain damage #fuck Klingons and anyone that sympathizes with them

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So I can either skim through this asteroid belt on Warp 2 for 3 hrs or on Warp 5 for 15 mins

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Erica no! That's not how navigation works!

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FLOOR IT???

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ERICA NO

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HOW ABOUT WARP 7 FOR 15 SECONDS?

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ERICA YOU'RE GOING TO CRASH THE SHIP

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I AM GOING TO HARNESS LIGHT-SPEED TO ZIGZAG THROUGH THE VOID

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ERICA P L E A S E

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🐴 sirsilverfox Follow

I know some species are very private, but you'd think they'd share the important stuff, esp when we should trust each other by now.

How are we supposed to enjoy my weekly dinners if you all don't tell me what to watch out for :/ This is the third time this happens to the same person and I had to get the answer why from our CMO

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Wait what did I miss while I was gone

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Spock got wasted on my chocolate fudge cake and hit his head on the counter ://///

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[lokigonnakmsforbucky]

Sam Winchester NSFW Alphabet

I needed some Sam recently so why not an NSFW Alphabet :) enjoy :))

Rating: MINORS DNI 18+

A= Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Sam first thought after sex is you. How you are feeling, are you sore? etc. He is very sweet and makes sure to cuddle you for a little while before cleaning you up and giving you anything you need before even thinking of himself. You come first. Always.

B= Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and their partners)

Even though he might not like to admit it. He is very confident in his body. He is most confident in his hands. Mostly because of how his fingers have an effect on you.

Sam loves everything about you, but if he had to choose he loves the way your hips are curved, so it is easy to grab you ;)

C=CUM (Anything to do with cum basically... I'm a nasty person.)

If you gave him an okay, he would always cum in you. The way it drips out of you turns him on more.

But, if he couldn't that way he loves seeing it on your tits or face.

D=Dirty Secret

Sam loves when he comes down your throat as you give him a blow job.

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

He may not be as experienced as Dean but he is experienced nonetheless. You will know everything about his past before you have had sex for the first time, but let me tell you he definitely leaves you wanting more after every time.

F= Favorite position (Goes without saying)

Missionary- him between your legs, your legs around his waist locked together. Up close and personal. He loves seeing your face full of pleasure.

Doggystyle- Remember when I said he loves holding your hips? He loves this position.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? or are they humorous)

He is mostly serious. It's a very serious moment of passion and intimacy for both of you.

I= Intimacy (How are things during the moment, romantic aspect.)

His hands never leave your body, he is very handsy and grabby but he always never leaves his lips off your body.

J= Jack off (Masturbation head canon)

It's not often that he does, in the line of work he does. But, when you are separated he may get one or two out of thinking of you. Or even calling you for help ;)

K=Kinks

Sam loves being dominate towards you. Choking you and edging you.

He also has a bit of a breeding kink. Just the thought of you being pregnant with his child makes him more turned on.

L= Location (where you guys would do the deed)

Sam is a very private guy, so any place that is private like his room is ideal.

But, he has taken the impala for a spin...if you know what I mean.

M= Motivation (What turns them on, or gets them going)

When you wear nothing but his shirt and he sees you with a book, immediately turned on.

N= No (Something they wouldn't do, or turns them off)

Anything that would bring you any pain. You are his love and seeing you in pain is his worse nightmare.

O= Oral (Do they like giving, receiving, both?)

Sam is an Oral god...he loves giving it and watching your face come from pleasure and knowing he is the one doing it.

He loves when you give him a blowjob, it gives him another time to relax.

P= Pace (Are they slow? Fast and rough?)

It really depends on the mood. He can certainly go rough and fast but if you requested gentle and slow. You got it.

Q=Quickie (Their opinion on it, how often would they have one)

Sam is a quickies fan even though he doesn't do them often. But, if you and him have time for a quick fix he is all for it.

R-Risk (Are they risky?)

In Sam's line of work, the risk is dangerous. He don't need it in the bedroom.

S=Stamina (How long can you last? How many rounds?)

Sessions with Sam are so hot and heavy, yall be lucky to have three rounds.

T=Toys (Do you guys own toys? Do they use them?)

You guys own a vibrator which is rarely used, You guys both can satisfy with what you get from each other.

U=Unfair (How likely would they tease)

Let's be honest, You would be the one that would that would tease. But, when Sam had enough of the teasing he would definitely let you know.

V= Volume (How loud are they)

Sam doesn't make much noise but expects a lot of heavy breathing. Low growls and grunts.

X=XRay (What's going on down there)

Sam is a big boy, and I don't just mean his height. You can expect that he is bigger than average.

Y=Yearning (How high is their sex drive)

Despite him big majorly quiet and hiding behind a book, Sam's Drive is higher than you would think.

Z=ZZZ. (How fast he would fall asleep)

He would fall asleep a bit after you did.

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[2kiran]

I would like to request Price with a scary dog LT for a partner, only Ghost team actually know the two are together, because on base they act strictly professional. One day, they’re both on base and Price ends up on the receiving end of a particularly flirty recruit. His partner sees it all go down and then very kindly, like the good LT he is, reminds his Captain who he belongs to ;))

SAY YOU'RE MINE —— j o h n “ b r a v o s i x ” p r i c e

cw. dom gn!reader. possessiveness. marking. grinding. | word count. 579

Captain Price’s palms are sweaty and suddenly, he believes he has lost his breath.

He can feel your gaze on the back of his head. His weight shifts to one foot to the other agitatedly. A recruit, one that he doesn’t even know the name of, was bold enough to try and flirt with him. That same recruit was unaware of the lieutenant who was evidently, at least to Price, unhappy.

Your relationship with the Captain wasn’t exactly public, apart from the task force having full knowledge about it and occasionally teasing the two of you in the presence of other soldiers.

You cringe when you catch a wisp of a corny line from the recruit, furrowing your brows in building annoyance. You don’t hear what John says, if he was even speaking. All your senses was focused on how he was letting the recruit flirt with him. Sure, you’re confident that he’d never dream about getting with anyone now that he has you, but you still can’t seize the developing anger.

Your feet move before you are able to register the thought, approaching the two. “Shouldn’t you be training with the others, private?” the person flinches, and you’re sure their soul jumped out of their body when their confident expression melts into fear. “L–lieutenant, I, yes. I was just, uh–” you cock your head towards the group of recruits that were actually training, eyes hardening into a glare. They mumble an apology as they scurry away, embarrassed.

“Lieu—” you cut him off, “My room. Now.” you don’t wait for a response, already heading for the door because after all these years you’ve known the man, he always followed.

The walk was eerily quiet, jammed with tenseness. The moment John stepped inside of your room, you pinned him to the locked door. Originally, you were going to ask him to explain why he let that foolish recruit openly flirt with him like that, but he instinctively wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. It wasn’t gentle, the same kind you held for him was replaced with an unmistakable hunger that required to be satisfied instantly.

“What — mmph — was that?” you mutter in between kisses, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He moaned, legs departing from each other to allow your thigh in between. “Love,” he began, pulling away to breathe. “The recruit only went up to me, okay? I didn’t — oh fuck, baby.” you latched onto a sensitive spot on his neck, one that has him holding onto your shoulders.

“You didn’t...?” the silence that followed was a cue for him to continue.

God, he loved how you teased him.

“I didn’t,” he moaned softly when your teeth sinks into his flesh, “...didn’t mean to not tell them off.” his lips pressed together in a futile attempt to muffle the sounds that escaped him. Your tongue licks around the bite, the sting intensifying for a moment.

Your hands guide him over your thigh, the friction leaving him wanting more. Sweat began to build on his forehead, eyebrows knitted together as his mouth was agape in a low groan. He was desperate, whimpering so delicately beside your ear. You tilt your head up, lips capturing his again. His body melding against yours. The bites you left on his neck were sure to last, at least for a little while.

Maybe by then, the recruit will realize who the captain really belongs to.

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[mistydeyes]

𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽!

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2k celebration! submit an au/prompt from the list now until halloween :)

requests: open! i am in uni tho so it takes me about 1-2 weeks to answer!

pairings status: closed atm!

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some things about me :)

the basics: 21, she/her, from the us :)

i'm a second year pharmacy student! also minoring in justice, law, and society

along with writing, i also intern at a perfume company and work at as a pharmacy intern

so naturally my pharmacist series is my absolute favorite to write and research!

𝓶𝔀𝓲𝓲 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 - the full masterlist

don't know where to start? here's a few readers' favorites :) ❤️ - izzie’s favorites

💌 if you want to peek at all of my writings

S E R I E S

"your prescription is ready for pick-up" - 141 x pharmacist!reader

all of my works and our pharmacist reader

a panacea❤️ - 141 meets the cure to all their ailments

sick day visit - you prided yourself on never getting sick but the day has finally come. as you’re resting in your quarters, a certain group pays you a visit :)

fake hypochondriac ghost x reader (sequel to “a panacea”) - ghost goes to extreme lengths to see his favorite pharmacist

pain-killer fueled thoughts price x reader (sequel to “a panacea”) - price landed himself in the medic tent and his pain killers are making him tell the pharmacist his feelings.

keep your weapons hot and bodies hotter (18+) - stripper!141 x fem!reader (codename: Phoenix)❤️

hunk-o-mania 141 edition - feast your eyes on Delilah's Den's newest male dancers

playboy bunny phoenix edition - an unforeseen guest complicates the mission, now you have to get ready to act as the distraction on stage

the joys of civilian life - 141 x civilian!fem!reader

opposite occupations - while on leave, the boys each meet a civilian that makes their time deployed and defending their country worth it

family moments - 141 x fem!reader

little moments and little voices - precious moments you spend in your home with your husband and children :)

oh, darling, don’t you ever grow up - your husband leaves this world too early and now you have to pick up the pieces with your children

secrets and pointed fingers (requested!)❤️ - simon "ghost" riley

behind locked doors - when the 141 thinks you're the mole, they make sure to extract the information in whatever way possible

empty apologies and avoiding glances - when you return back to base, everything is far from normal

half empty glasses and unchanging perspectives - you try to run away from the trauma at the pub but with a glass in hand, simon finds you

O N E - S H O T S

odd hobbies - 141 x reader everyone has their own hobbies, yours are just unique to 141’s perspective

butterfly effect - 141 x fem!reader they say "a butterfly flaps its wings in the amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of europe." what once was a silly quote now has implications as one action leads to your death.

opposite of a meet cute❤️ - 141 x civilian!reader most people have a cute story as to how they met their significant other but yours is a little more eccentric

V I S U A L S + R A N D O M

random things in pockets and bags❤️ SERIES - what does the 141 carry on them when they’re on leave?

pt i- kyle “gaz” garrick

pt ii - simon "ghost" riley

pt iii - johnny "soap" mactavish

pt iv - john price

E X P L A I N S my series of explaining the various timeline's of the games and characters

simon "ghost" riley's backstory

which modern warfare game should i play first?

some writings from the inbox

medication mixup - the medic unknowingly prescribing you a penicillin has disastrous results due to your allergy

141’s dossier - see what the dossiers laswell gets at the end of mw 2019 looks like! + template

ghost’s doppelgänger - how does the 141 and los vaqueros react to you joining the team? their reactions are even better when you share an uncanny resemblance with ghost

running mascara - 141 x fem!reader harsh words are said and you try your best to run away from the cause. however, everyone needs to face the issue eventually and now the 141 is left to pick up the pieces. initially part of my 1k celebration but i added a sequel as it was highly requested! PART I and PART II

mw2 x reader - my ongoing series of pairing y'all up and writing a short lil blurb about how you met and your relationship

izzie’s 1K celebration! - closed now :) but feel free to look and see some of the prompts + how i answered them

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[yurislotusgarden]

Hi there! Can I please request (separate) Fyodor, Nikolai, and Sigma with a reader who has a teleportation ability and loves to use it to tickle/tease them? There's no way you're sneaking up on Fyodor or Nikolai unless you have a teleportation ability, let's be honest XD. The kicker is that reader can just teleport away before the characters can get revenge and that makes for some very funny scenarios. Feel free to decline, I know my request is a tad strange XD

ʚїɞ Separately! Fyodor Dostoevsky, Nikolai Gogol, Sigma x Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ I literally struggled on 2 out of 6 scenarios sm for some reason help, and dw this was fun to write anon!

ʚїɞ word count: 2 136

ʚїɞ Tw’s: None! Just pure fluff, pet names used, reader’s gender is not specified in any way

ཐིཋྀ Anon you’re so right, you can’t sneak up on this man unless you have a teleportation ability. Like even invisibility or similar wouldn’t probably work, but teleportation? Hell yeah.

ཐིཋྀ I think there would be a little bet on your side, how many times can you actually surprise him? You succeed far more than you first thought.

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Computer light falling onto a silhouette could be seen upon looking into the room, Fyodor Dostoevsky was sitting in front of the many screens, planning his ever-so-successful plan to get rid of ability users. Not moving much for some time, one could mistake him for a statue instead, that's until he slightly jumped from feeling fingers moving along his sides.

Quiet giggling was all he heard when turning around, trying to catch the figure behind him, but unsuccessful upon the person disappearing before the dark-haired man could even touch them.

Fyodor’s ever so lovely s/o, you, have always loved doing little tricks to see just how much can you be unpredictable, even to this man ever since you noticed he doesn’t mind them… that much, at least.

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ཐིཋྀ This man, let me tell you, this man, is not safe ANYWHERE. 

ཐིཋྀ Office? “Oh? You’re ticklish Fedya? Nice to know”

ཐིཋྀ Hallways? Something as little as even a touch on the shoulder and getting out of there before he even manages to turn around.

ཐིཋྀ The house? U n l i m i t e d   p o s s i b i l i t i e s.

ཐིཋྀ No matter what he does, our dear Fedya is never safe from little pranks and tricks for your entertainment, shits and giggles.

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Listen, Fyodor really doesn’t mind you having fun with your ability here and there, but is it really too much to ask to organize things in peace? In your book, it seems it is.

Fyodor has some things written down on paper, and only one copy, as he believes it’s better to not keep some things on his computer. As much as it is un-hackable, his words he wants to be safe just in case. Better be safe than sorry, but it would be so much faster and easier to organize if papers didn’t change their place the moment his eyes were even slightly averted from them, if folders didn’t change their places, or more, if you didn’t mess with his stuff.

The rat placed the paper on the table and turned away to get a folder? A little quiet sound could be heard behind him. Turning around, the paper is gone as if it wasn’t there in the first place and is on the other side of the room. He turns back around to get the folder, but now that is gone too and is under a table.

Whether it’s papers that are moved around. From changing tables to even being moved to different folders, to folders that were perfectly organized in alphabetical order being all messed up. Every time he turns away, you would teleport in, take a folder out of the shelf, and teleport away. After a moment you would teleport back into a random ass place and place it there. The worst is that you do it not only when he organizes stuff, but also randomly on days he doesn't. 

Really, the organizing would be so much faster if he had peace… sad that he doesn’t.

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“You gotta stop doing all that Myshka.”

“Stop what?”

“All those little jokes of yours. It’s irritating.”

“It’s irritating but you still smile at them?”

“...”

“What? You think I don’t know that you smile after I’m out of the room?”

“...”

“Why are you not saying anything? It’s scary-”

“About that thing you mentioned you wanted to try in be-”

“ALRIGHT! How about I make your favorite tonight? I didn’t make it for so long!”

“We had it last week, dorogaya*”

“Yeah… so long”

—--------------

You didn’t stop your antics at all in the end, and no matter how much Fyodor complains, he hopes you will never stop <3

ཐིཋྀ Yall have a literal competition

ཐིཋྀ Who's gonna surprise who more? Good question-

ཐིཋྀ You can be in the city buying things for yourself, feel a tug on your hair, and turning around you just see a glimpse of Nikolai’s portal.

ཐིཋྀ In turn, he may be doing his braid in the morning and feel a tug on the back of HIS hair, and only then noticing your already disappearing figure in the mirror behind him, not giving him a chance to even turn around😭

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Morning sun rays fell upon the figure sitting in front of the mirror in the room. Nikolai was sitting quietly, still half asleep as it was around 7 am and he woke up not too long ago. The white-haired man was making his braid with closed eyes, the hand manner practically natural by now, in the quiet room. 

That was before he felt a slight tug on the back of his head, He opened his eyes in a fast movement, managing to catch only one thing in the mirror reflection behind him, the gentle light that comes with his s/o, you, using their ability.

A quiet sigh from the man could be heard in the room, a gentle smile on his face that he couldn’t stop from appearing.

“You just couldn’t stop yourself from doing that, huh, Dove?” Nikolai spoke knowing you were still in the room,  as well as he noticed that he had to redo most of the braid he had done till now.

“It’s revenge for what you did last week, Kolya”

“I don’t know what you are talking about”

“Hmm… I also don’t know what I’m talking about when I say I won’t be baking the cookies you wanted”

“Wait!-”

That certainly woke him up.

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ཐིཋྀ Others are so done with yall I swear

ཐིཋྀ There’s no shame, you guys do it to each other in public all the time, not only in private. You once decided it was a good idea to scare him on a meeting with Sigma… it ended with you scaring them both

ཐིཋྀ You apologized, only to Sigma though

ཐིཋྀ He, in turn, scared you while you were out with a friend people stared at you two like you had 2 heads after screaming in the middle of the sidewalk for seemingly no reason

ཐིཋྀ He did not apologize to either of you

ཐིཋྀ So yeah, you both are not safe from the other absolutely anywhere or with anyone even in the bathroom

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You and Nikolai were visiting Sigma at the Sky Casino, although you disappeared around half an hour after the two of you got there. To where? A good question that the white head doesn't have an answer to. 

"I'm telling you no is my answer." 

"But are you sure it's your final answer?" 

"Yes.. or wait-" 

Good ol' doubt in an answer for Nikolai's quiz. He just needs to wait till Sigma says the wrong answer and he will be able to- 

THUD

Whirling around or looking ahead, depending on the male, both noticed a book on the ground, a piece of literature the bi-colored-haired Man could swear he didn't have in his office.

Sigma stood up and slowly walked over to the book on the ground, he bent down to pick it up. Just as he straightened up, a sound of something hitting the floor sounded throughout the office. Looking back at the desk behind the males, a folder the younger of the two was working on beforehand, was lying on the floor.

“Is all the stuff in my office gonna be falling down or appearing out of thin air now?”

Just as Sigma spoke, the sound of something heavier, like the book from earlier, flew across the office, and then a sigh was heard right after.

“I think so, dear friend!”

Nikolai was acting cocky for the next few minutes as things would fall or appear out of nowhere, thinking that you are playing with only Sigma for fun. He realized it was you when the folder fell off the desk, but what he didn’t realize, was that he wasn’t safe at all.

He should’ve remembered that you absolutely love to play around with him by doing something to his hair, so he should’ve expected the tug on his hair from the back or the feeling of his hat gone from his head that came next.

And he couldn’t do anything even if he whirled around immediately, as your figure disappeared in gentle light just as he did so.

“Goddammit.”

“Told you to look around.”

“But Sigma!!! I thought-”

—--------------

If he could change one thing about your guys' games, it would be that damn hair part. Never understood why you love it so much, but at the same time, he didn’t protest against it on a serious note before.

ཐིཋྀ The poor guy-

ཐིཋྀ He’s just trying to work but you mess up his paperwork😭

ཐིཋྀ Like, he goes out of the office for a little to take a look around the casino but then comes back to the chaos that is his desk after

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The bi-hair-colored man entered his office quietly. It was quite dark, as the sun already started to set some time ago. He wondered what you, his lovely s/o, were doing at the moment as you insisted on staying in the main room earlier during your small talk with Sigma after spotting him walking around.

Upon laying his eyes on his desk once he got close enough, Sigma noticed that some things were moved around. The paper that he was writing on before got moved up by 8 centimeters, exactly 2 papers from the right got moved to the far left of the desk, in exchange, 3 papers from the left got moved to the place the 2 papers from the right were in before, he also had 3 files on his desk before, but now there was  5, and none of them being the 2 that were there before.

The reason behind that wasn’t hard to guess.

“You still here, dear?”

But it also wasn’t hard to guess that you stayed close by.

“Of course!” The response came with you appearing behind him, and together with a light tickling feeling on his neck.

…He had to start his work all over again.

…At least you brought cookies though.

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ཐིཋྀ You don’t surprise him TOO much, due to you wanting to let him work, however, that doesn't mean that you scaring him isn't a regular occurrence.

ཐིཋྀ Just got done talking with someone and had plans to go back to the office? You’re standing right behind him, causing him to jump.

ཐིཋྀ That one file he thought he lost? You coincidentally know where it is completely not where it’s supposed to be

ཐིཋྀ He woke up in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom? What the fuck is that shadow in the corner on the way back? it’s you who woke up

ཐིཋྀ You scare the workers of the casino as well by accident most of the time😭

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He was just trying to comb his hair, but no, of course, his comb was not where it was meant to be, and of course, the spare one was missing as well.

His stuff had been going missing before being found in the most random places possible. Sigma didn’t want to assume his beloved was at fault, but at the same time, this was happening way too much lately.

His heels? Moved from the hallway to the kitchen.

The glass of water he left on the counter? Found in his office, once he got there.

Once, all of his hairbands went missing, and he found every single one of them placed around in books, folders, cabinets, and even under papers he left on his desk.

The bi-colored-haired man decided to speak up with a slightly louder tone, in case you were somewhere in a farther corner of the apartment.

“[Name]?”

“Yes, cotton?”

He decided to ignore that he jumped a little at your surprise entrance behind him. Should’ve expected you wouldn’t use the door.

“Do you know where my comb is?”

A hum came from you. “No. Why do you ask?”

“Can’t find it. Thought you would know.”

“Going into assuming right away, aren’t we?”

It’s not that the man doesn’t trust you, but you’ve done little tricks like this so many times that no one could blame him if they tried. The teasing tone in your voice didn't help the situation.

“Can you blame me?”

“...No.”

“...You have it, don’t you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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Sigma doesn’t mind, it’s a part of your personality, but he would really appreciate if you stopped moving his stuff around. That would certainly help.

Notes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated

* 'Dorogaya' means love/sweetheart in Russian if the translator I used didn't fail me ;-;

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[pascallatte]

Absolutely not

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x actress!reader

Summary: The Netflix interview that became "evidence". Sort of like “Proof that Y/N L/N and Pedro Pascal have been dating for years,” part 3?? I think.

Date: January 2016

Warning/s: talking about drugs, slight cursing, unspecified age gap

A/N: this is a long one, cause I really liked this Netflix interview of his. And his expression, his smiles, his laugh, everything honestly. it just feels like him.

“Tudummm…did I do it right?” you asked giggling as the video started. Leaning his forehead on your shoulder Pedro stifles a laugh and sits up, “Yeah, you did fine.”

 “Ok, I’m gonna introduce myself to you. I’ll take over since you guys are clearly confused”, Chelsea Handler, your host for today began looking at Pedro. “well I am,” Pedro said as he turned to look at her.

“‘kay, I’m Chelsea Handler..”

“hi Chelsea,” Pedro said as he moved his chair closer to yours. “and you are Pedr-“ the host was interrupted.

“Pedro Pascal... and Y/n L/n” 

” OK yeah you say it, say it again louder,” she encouraged.

With a smirk, “P E D R O  P A S C A L,” he said slowly yet clearly. “and with me is…” Looking at you, you smiled and waved,” hello, I’m y/n l/n.”

Chelsea nodded, looking down at her cue cards,” ok, now you are a cocaine cowboy on the hunt for Pablo Escobar and you on the other hand this sultry agent that had captured all these guys’ attention—“.

“yeahhhhh~ sultry,” he said teasingly with an eyebrow raised, in which you reciprocated.

“in your series right? You’re hunting him down?” The host continued as she looked up. 

“yeah…yeah,” you said followed by a deep, “correct” from Pedro.

“You filmed in Colombia, right?” She asked seemingly interested. Nodding,”we shot the whole thing in Colombia, w-“. 

Chelsea added when he confirmed the former question,” and how’s that going on? What’s going on down there?”

“It’s pretty amazing, we— the base production is in Bogota, and then we moved around to different locations, throughout the country. I-it’s not totally easy to be away from home and shooting these locations but it’s probably, like the most important thing for the show to capture and you’re, the only way to actually do it is to actually be there and visually that’s the experience you know.” Pedro finished and looked at you as if telling you to share your thoughts.

Smiling to yourself, you answered,” Yeah and when we like saw a little bit of the series and it looks like it’s Colombia in the 80s—“ only to be cut off before you’ve even finished speaking.

Moving in her seat,” so you guys play what? Like a police officer? In the series?” she directly asked.

Responding at the same time, Pedro looked at you and nudged you to speak. “Go on,” he said while playing with the loose ends of the button-up shirt you were wearing.

You turned to look at Chelsea to continue,” so uhm we’re both DEA agents who are-“. An audible hum from her was heard,” and you’re after— cause that was— he was a hard guy to find right?”

“uhh.. yeah, yup yup yeah” you shifted in your seat, “which is kind of a hard thing to imagine right? Cause he was so….. huge and-“

“Like really fat,” Pedro added as he laughed. With a nod and a soft laugh, “I’m sorry” you said towards the camera as you tried to hold in your laugh.

Laughing along, “Well also like the intre— yeah, it’s not like he can run fast. And so are you— so this is a series though, it’s not a movie?” Chelsea prodded as she looked at Pedro, again. “it’s a series, it’s a 10-episode series.” he responded.

Nodding, “10-episode series and the whole time you’re looking for this guy?". “Yeah,” you both said at the same time. “and so a- are your characters based on true people?”

“yes, it is a real guy”

“he’s not fictionalized?”

Shaking his head he takes a hold of your forearm. “No, no, he’s a real DEA agent I met him, just retired in like January 2014. But-but her character though is fictionalized.”

Now directing her attention to you, she looked at you shocked, “really? so like— why did they create this character of yours and what’s in it for her, in this world of men, guns, and drugs?”

Clasping your hands together you cleared your throat, ”so she’s just like Boyd’s character actually, brought in from another place when the DEA needed help and uhm some-some to say to add more heat to the fire.”

Smirking, “heat huh, I like it. So going back to this real character. I’m surprised he didn’t get killed by Pablo Escobar.”

Breathing in, “…..I know, it’s two guys, Steve Murphy and Javier Pena, real living guys and that headed the investigation for the DEA down there.”

“How’d you like working for Netflix?” Chelsea abruptly asked as soon as Pedro finished talking. Chuckling he leans back with a huff, “It’s terrible— that’s what she kept telling me as soon as filming started”, and reached behind you to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

She looked at you two before continuing,”It’s embarrassing isn’t it?”. 

“it’s so embarrassing!! It is—it’s so humiliating.”

“it’s like when people say how’s working and I’ll be like oh gosh” she laughed as she stared at him. Looking down as he thinks, “yeah, like excuse me. Netflix!! NETFLIX!!” Releasing a breath, he looks up then at you, who was already looking at him. “Yeah it’s embarrassing. Because I- we actually watch so much of it.”

“ohhh, what’re you watching?” Chelsea asked as she looked at you from the side. Pedro raised his hand to list down what he had in his thought.“We fucking watched all of it. I saw Bloodline, Kimmy Schmidt. I was watching your stand up, Uganda be kidding me..I’ve seen uhh what was the other one?” He looked towards you and asked.

Tilting your head, you thought for a bit before responding with, “oh!! House of cards”. 

“ Yeah that one, we’ve seen the house of cards, caught up on orange is the new black— all of it. A complete Netflix slave,” he finished

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Sitting up,” Can I introduce you? Do I have to say hello?”, looking around for confirmation. “yeah yeah yeah but better give it to him he’s much louder,” Chelsea said, pointing to Pedro. “Ah, ok here,” passing the cue cards to the man beside you.

“Oookay here we go. Hello, hello internet. I would like to introduce you to Chelsea Handler, Netflix’s jack of all trades,” Pedro read from the paper before looking at her. “I’m doing 4 documentaries” she immediately stated, looking at him.

“you’re doing 4 documentaries?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yeah,..I’m almost done with them”

He continued, “so you-you’ve been shooting. Does this have anything to do with the amount of travelling you were telling me about before we started?” while pointing at her, to you then to the camera. Making the camera show the confused look you have on your face.

“Yeah, I’ve been travelling all- I’ve been bopping around. I mean I just kind of like to incorporate work with travel cause I really can’t sit still for very long, so I kind of like, kind of explore at all times.,” Chelsea enthusiastically shared while you were seen getting comfortable in your seat before leaning your head on Pedro’s shoulder as he scoots impossibly closer to you than he had been.

She continued with, “I’ve been doing- I did one with Chelsea does marriage, that’s my first one, which is all about my personal feelings about marriage and exploring it with my family. It was all- it was very personal, talking to my ex-boyfriends, talking to people who’ve been married for like 65 years-.” 

As she was talking, both of you were in your own little world as Pedro looks at you and pinching your nose before leaning to the side, to rest his head on his hand.

“-talking to people who were in-“, 

“65 days..” Pedro said chuckling, getting back in focus.

Agreeing, ”yeah, 65 days exactly. People who were in like a throuple relationship, like two women and a man-,” she stated as she looked at you two. “-that like operate as a couple, it’s called a throuple. That’s a thing now.”, she ended.

“Ohh..,” stunned, he looked at her. “I had no idea, did you?,” he asked as he looked at you who was still leaning on him. Moving to look up at him then to Chelsea,” Uhmmm.. I’ve heard of it but never really got the chance to look more into it.” You simply said.

Continuing, “Uhmmm we did that. Chelsea does racism which is fascinating-” She listed, which resulted in laughs from everyone.”-Chelsea does Silicon Valley, cause I just don’t understand anything about the tech world and how they operate. And then Chelsea does drugs, is the last one.” She continues as she looks up.

That caught Pedro’s attention as he jumped up his chair and gestured to the both of you with a teasing expression on his face,” Come to our show!.”

“ So I’m finishing it that’s why-“

“maybe that’s why they put us together.” He joked towards the camera.

 Chelsea lets out a laugh before continuing, “so I’m doing ayahuasca in Peru.” You perked up, making Pedro chuckle “Oh no! just come on y/n,” hearing him from behind the camera

Laughing, the camera focused on you, “have you ever done it before?”

“Nooo of course not. I was waiting to- I’m gonna do it on camera.” And weirdly, her answer had an effect on you as you were now laughing hysterically while hitting a very shocked Pedro on his midsection.

“you’re gonna do it on camera?!” He asked with a look between disbelief and interest.

Humming, “yeah that’s like the point of this whole series, is to show people. Everything I’ve done on camera’s medically supervised. Like taken Adderall, showed what happens to your brain, do like mental acuity and physical tests“. Pausing to think, “Ok ok so where was I- oh I’ve taken Ambien with lots of vodkas to see in my own house.”

A small voice was heard before the closest camera pans to you. “Out of curiosity, I’d like to try that,” you whisper to Pedro. He lets out a hearty laugh, “No, no, I won’t let you-“

She cut Pedro off suddenly interested in what you have to say, “hold on what’s happening?”

“she told me she was curious and wanted to try what you did, with the ambien-vodka mixture,” he answered for you.

“you should try it sometime—“ she encouraged, resulting in you nodding your head with a grin.

With a hand on his forehead,” no, don’t encourage her, 'cause she’ll fucking do it. I’m telling you.” Pedro looks genuinely concerned while you were laughing your ass off getting a few laughs from the production staff with you.

“I mean— it’s not a pretty sight”

Pedro nods agreeing with the host, “to see everything that you do and have no memory of it whatsoever,” he added. Looking at him, Chelsea finishes with a “yeah, just to show people how they behave when they’re not acting responsibly.”

“How did you convince Netflix to let you do it?” You suddenly asked out of nowhere resulting in a not-so-surprised response from Pedro, “See!! See!! I told you not to encourage her”

Turning to him you, “She didn’t encourage me, I’m just genuinely curious about how she’d convince them. It’s not like I’ll do it,” you said in a voice that sounded like you don’t believe what you’re saying.

Ruffling your fixed hair,” nope, I don’t believe you.” Earning himself a small pout as you leaned back in your chair.

“To answer that, I remember pitching the drug one to Netflix’s producers and said maybe I should just do drugs, have everybody see what happens— how you act on weed, on alcohol, on pills, and all the things that people abuse. Nothing really illegal or narcotic cause you can’t really film that kind of stuff and get away with it,” the host said when she interrupted your small moment.

“right”

She looks at you, “and then- or there are certain places where you can film and so ayahuasca obviously is legal in Peru so uh-“

You butted in and teasingly looked at Pedro, “I’m booking the earliest flight to Peru as soon as this wraps.” He softly lets out a breath, “oh gosh” as he dragged his hands on one cheek. “NO NO, I’m kidding,” softly chuckling while you reached to cup his cheeks. 

“yeah, go do it!! Do you like the people that you work with?” Chelsea asked as soon as you were seated properly.

Looking at him, leaning on one side of the chair. “hmm, do you Pedro? Like, the people that you work with?” asked with a small smirk.

“yes very much,” he said turning to you. “But they aren’t that funny, 'cause I’m the funny one” he continues as he turns to Chelsea like he’s stating a fact.

“HUhhhh!! No, you aren’t,” shaking your head, disagreeing with him.

Chelsea with curious look, “Are you?”

“Maybe, possibly…”

“so you think you make a lot of people laugh?”

Pedro smirks he glances at you “Yeah…. Yeah I do”

“mhmm, believe what you want to believe,” you said as you looked down to avoid his teasing expression.

Laughing aloud “I don’t think she agrees with tha-” she points at you

“or cry what’s the difference” he looked around to see some nodding. “Cry??” You asked confused. “Yeah cry. You know that,” he pauses, giving you a knowing look

“Wha-Ohhhhhh, ok. I get it now,” you said looking abashed as you turned away from the camera.

“why what is it?  Did he make you cry?”

“uh-haha, kind of a long story. But he did this thing that-“ covering your mouth to stop you from spilling. “Ok that’s enough. Going back, so then what are you?” He looks at Chelsea while still covering the lower half of your face.

“don’t worry about me. I’m a very loud personality. It was more important that we interviewed you,” Chelsea began, giving him a pointed look.

“no no this was- I got to kinda interview you but we should’ve-“ he says

“yes you did, a little bit. But I controlled the interview,” she stated as a fact.

“you controlled the interview-“

“because I know what I’m doing”

He nods, “because you do know what you’re doing, and I do not so meaning we should’ve interviewed this-“ he drags you to him with the same hand he used to cover your mouth, “-person right here, who was particularly interested in the drug part. why- why are you interested in that y/-“

The host cut him with, “So it was fun it was a pleasure to meet you” pointing at Pedro, “I like you.”

“I-it was a pleasure meeting you too, uhm I like you too” he answered while he was still looking at you.

Readying to stand, “yeah.. great, we’re gonna go- can we get a bag of blow?” Chelsea joked which you laughed at.

-cut- 

Now standing by the door the host, Chelsea Handler, was nowhere to be seen. The cameraman walked a bit closer to where the two of you were conversing. Once close enough and you were heard, they zoomed in on the both of you.

You bumped your shoulder into him. “can we go get it though?” You looked up at him from where you were standing.

Looking back at you, he crosses his arms and steps towards you, “Get what?” Raising a brow he watches as you step closer, arms on your waist.

You gesture to the staff behind you, “the.. the bag of blow”, you said fighting off a smile. 

Shaking his head at your teasing he proceeds to engulf you in a hug before dragging you out the room, “Absolutely not”.

Comments:

Fan 1 I like how Pedro literally tries to include y/n in the conversation she was purposely being left out of, why invite her if you’re only going to talk to one person.

Fan 2 Pedro Pascal is my guilty pleasure

Fan 3 No cause like why did y/n literally just jump out of her seat when the topic of taking drugs come in, girl you’re in a show where you fight against drugs and you’re curious about it like hell. Pedro’s way of stopping her like ughh

Fan 5 If Pedro looks at me in that way, he looks at Y/n, I’ll literally be in heaven.

Fan 6 The lady barely let y/n speak. Let my girl talk

Fan 7 There is a lot of chemistry between them. I am sure that had a very sexually passionate escapade.  ↳ Fan 5 replied to Fan 7: Girl his GF's literally right there ↳Fan 7 replied to Fan 5: rumoured, there’s not enough proof

Fan 8 I love him. He's being so attentive and respectful when Chelsea talks about her work, and how he includes always tries to bring y/n in. And then the "I controlled the interview!" was just CRINGE as well as her cutting y/n off as soon as she speaks.

Fan 9 Y/N: I wanna try what she did  Pedro: Nope Chelsea: yeah go ahead  Pedro: Don’t encourage her!!

Fan 10 No cause why are they so snuggly in this interview, like the subtle touches? Also, why does y/n seem so down in this? ↳ Fan 5 replied to Fan 7: probably cause she was probably feeling bad or already sick at the time they were recording this. She posted something about being bedridden for a week.

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Bound by blue ribbon

*not my GIF

Requested by: Anonymous - hiiii! If ya are still taking request!! Then may I get one of the ribbon scene from Rule of Wolves (I think???? I’m not surrrre) but it’s fem!reader x Nikolai? And instead of in her hair, it’s around her neck like a choker??

Just IMAGINE it with the classic character A walks down the staircase looking absolutely STUNNING and character B is s p e e c h l e s s trope! -

Dearest anon, I’m not sure I can properly convey just how much I loved this request. Like, you don’t understand, I am OBSESSED with how good this idea is! So much so that I was worried I wouldn’t be able to write anything that did it justice, but I tried my best. Hope you like it 🙏

Disclaimer (because I’m not looking to get sued): Some lines/dialogue directly borrowed from RoW, with a few minor changes. Obviously, I do not own those words and don’t claim to - they are the property of Leigh Bardugo and all rights belong to her and/or Netflix. Fanfic is for fun only; I am not making any money from this in any way.

Word count: 6Kish

Warnings: NSFW - 18+ only. Dual POV, idiots in love, fluff, the teeniest smidgen of angst if you squint, A little triumvirate cameo, more Genya than anyone - because someone needs to get these idiots together, soft!Nikolai, minimal plot, fem!reader, smut, oral sex (female receiving), P in V sex, unprotected sex (not recommended in real life!)

The party to celebrate Nikolai’s saints day was going to be beyond anything Ravka had ever seen before. Lavish decorations were being put up, the palace kitchens were working on a complicated menu, and the best musicians had been hired to perform. Nikolai hadn’t wanted such a fuss, but the triumvirate had invited every eligible maiden in the country, and most of the neighbouring countries as well, insisting that it was the perfect occasion for the king to finally choose a bride. Which was exactly why you had decided not to attend.

Nikolai had been your best friend since childhood, and you had been in love with him for more than half that time. Over the years, as you had grown from a child into a young woman, you had hoped that maybe he might see you in a romantic light, but unfortunately that hadn’t happened. You didn’t hold it against him, in fact you treasured his friendship, and you wanted only the best for him. You just weren’t sure your heart could withstand watching him fall in love with someone else.

The day of the party, you kept to your room, feigning illness. Nothing too serious, just a headache that would prevent you from attending the party, so that Nikolai could meet the potential woman of his dreams without you having to witness it. Unfortunately, sitting alone in your room all day gave you endless time to think, and your mind was determined to linger on thoughts of Nikolai with some faceless princess. Before dinner, you decided to take a bath, hoping to distract yourself. When you returned to your bedchamber, you found Genya lounging on your bed, alongside a large box.

You stared at your friend, wrapping the towel tighter around yourself. “How did you get in here? And why are you here, shouldn’t you be at the party already?”

“Unimportant,” Genya said breezily, waving her hand as if brushing the question aside, “and yes, I should, but someone had to help you get ready.”

You opened your mouth to tell her she needn’t have bothered but she cut you off with a disapproving click of her tongue. “Don’t waste your time trying to convince me you’re ill, I know that’s a lie.”

“Fine,” you huffed, “but I’m still not going, even if I wanted to - which I don’t - I have nothing to wear.”

Genya gave you a sly smile, holding out the envelope she had hidden in her hand. It bore the royal seal, and was addressed to you, but it had already been opened.

“Have you been reading my private correspondence?” You questioned, irritation bleeding into your tone.

“Mmm,” she hummed, not sounding sorry in the slightest, “it seems the king has sent you a gift. How very thoughtful of him.”

You eyed her suspiciously as you pulled the note from the envelope. The message was short, just two lines, written in Nikolai’s familiar cursive.

~ I hope you’ll wear this tonight. Lantsov blue looks good on you. N ~

Your brow furrowed in confusion. That shade of blue was reserved exclusively for the royal family. The closest you ever came to wearing it was a baby blue silk ribbon that you used to tie your hair back every day. A ribbon you had stolen from Nikolai himself, many months ago. He had been using the blue silk to tie his invention blueprints, keeping the rolls of parchment together and relatively organised when he wasn’t using them. On that afternoon, you had been wearing your hair down, but it was hot in his workshop, so you had pulled your hair back into a braid, snatching up the ribbon to secure it. You had meant to give it back, eventually, but then you had forgotten, and soon it had become a part of your daily wardrobe. You hadn’t even realised he had noticed it.

Genya opened the box to reveal a beautiful gown of pale blue silk, overlayed with a layer of tulle, embroidered in a galaxy of sparkling silver stars. You moved closer, lifting it from the box to finger the delicate fabric.

“See, problem solved.” She announced smugly.

“I can’t wear the king’s colour,” you protested.

“Clearly, he wants you to,” she argued, “would you really deny him?”

You gave her a withering look, “You know full well that I would never deny him anything,” you grumbled, “but people will talk.

“So? Let them,” she shrugged.

You bit your lip, deliberating. On the one hand, the thought of Nikolai buying a dress specially for you to wear on his birthday made your stomach flip pleasantly, but on the other hand, you had already decided not to go to the party and a pretty dress wasn’t going to change your mind. But surely it couldn’t hurt to just try it on … right?

“Well, you have to try it on, at the very least,” Genya insisted, as if she had read your mind, “a dress this beautiful deserves to be worn.”

“Alright,” you conceded, “but just for a moment.”

Genya smiled widely, clapping her hands together with glee.

The second you stepped into the dress, soft silk slipping over your skin, you knew you had made a mistake. Genya laced the corset up with practiced ease and when she was done, she stepped back to admire you. She gasped as she took in the full effect of you in the dress, and as you turned to look at yourself in the mirror you could see why. It fit you like a glove. The colour complemented your skin perfectly and the fabric clung to you in all the right places, accentuating your waist and the curve of your hips. The sweetheart neckline was so low as to almost be scandalous, putting your breasts on full display. You wondered what Nikolai had been thinking when he picked it out. If he had picked it out. Either way, now that you had seen it on, you knew you had no choice but to go to the party. A dress like this demanded to be seen. Genya fixed your hair, sweeping it into an elegant updo and leaving a few curls to fall loose around your face. You kept your jewelry light, diamond earrings and bracelet to match the stars on your dress, but none of the necklaces you tried were quite right. You didn’t want anything that would draw focus from the gown. Genya suggested your hair ribbon, and when you fastened the light blue silk around your throat as a choker, she helped you to tie it into a simple bow at the back.

“Perfect,” she declared, lips curving into a smile, and as you looked yourself over in the mirror you thought she might just be right. The two of you walked together to the ballroom, but when you got there, she dropped you off in the queue of nobles waiting to be announced, insisting you should make a grand entrance. She slipped away before you could argue, muttering something about how she couldn’t leave David unattended any longer, lest he use the opportunity to retreat to his workshop.

You waited at the top of the staircase, just out of sight, as your name was announced. Your heart pounded as you made your way down the stairs. It felt as though everyone’s eyes were on you, but then you saw Nikolai, standing at the foot of the stairs as if waiting for you, and suddenly everyone else melted away. It was just you, and him, and his eyes on yours like you were the only thing that mattered to him.

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Nikolai was having a dismal evening. So far, he had suffered through what felt like a lifetime of conversations, the longest of which was with the Kerch ambassador, a pompous peacock of a man with an impressively large moustache and unfortunately low IQ, followed by a highly uncomfortable discussion about politics with both the Shu and Fjerdan delegates. To top it off, every time he managed to escape, Zoya would appear with a new princess for him to meet, each one less suited than the last, and he would be forced to spend several painful minutes listening to them talk about their own virtues, of which there were many, apparently.

It seemed like everywhere he turned was some ambassador offering him thinly veiled threats disguised as polite conversation, or one of his ministers trying to push their own agenda whilst they had him alone, or worst of all, another pretty, but vapid, young lady, waiting to be thrust upon him as a potential bride. In truth, he wasn’t interested in any of it, because all he found himself thinking about was you.

As the minutes passed, he started to worry that you wouldn’t come, that you would leave him to deal with the vultures all on his own. And more than that, he worried that he had overstepped with his gift. He had been full of confidence when he helped to design it, chosen every detail to compliment you perfectly, but now he was second guessing himself. Would you like the gown? Would you understand his meaning, about you looking good in blue? Would you return his feelings? He wasn’t sure.

He was contemplating this - whilst only half listening to one of his ministers drone on about the dangers of allowing farmers to have control over their own crops, when Genya suddenly appeared at his side. She politely excused them both from the conversation, pointedly ignoring the minister’s indignation at being interrupted, and looped her arm through Nikolai’s, pulling him away. She led him quickly across the room to stand near the bottom of the stairs.

“Stay right here.” She instructed him sternly, and Nikolai could only blink at her, perplexed, before she was gone, melting back into the crowd without even giving him a chance to respond.

He felt a prickle of annoyance at being ordered around, honestly, wasn’t he the king? He considered walking away just purely on principle, no matter how childish that might be, but then he heard your name being announced, and he wondered if Genya had known. He looked up, his heart hammering in his chest, and when you walked out onto the staircase, he thought it might have stopped beating altogether. You were wearing the gown he had picked out, your hair curled and styled perfectly, and around your throat, that scrap of pale blue silk that haunted his dreams. Usually, you wore it in your hair, and it was eminently practical, but it had the unfortunate effect of making him want to untie it. Seeing it around your throat made that idea all the more appealing. You were stunning. He realised his imagination had not done you justice, could not even come close. The sight of you quite literally took his breath away.

He reached out almost automatically as you got near enough, offering you his hand, and you took it, letting him guide you down the last few steps.

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“Hi,” you breathed once you were standing face to face, butterflies fluttering in your stomach, but Nikolai just stared at you, slack-jawed, for what felt like an eternity. You began to fidget, feeling self-conscious.

“Do I look ok?” You asked, smoothing down your dress nervously.

He shook his head. “‘Ok’ would be a gross understatement,” he said, “You are a vision.”

Your face lit up in a smile, pleased at the compliment, and you could feel the warmth of a blush spreading across your cheeks. Nikolai dropped your hand, and you almost mourned the loss, but then he pressed his hand to the small of your back instead, and all you could focus on was that intimate point of contact as he led you away from the stairs and further into the room.

“I was beginning to think you had abandoned me,” Nikolai said, his mouth tipping up into a small smile.

“I wasn’t sure I’d come,” you found yourself admitting quietly, “but then someone sent me this beautiful gown, and I changed my mind.”

“You like it?”

“I do,” you assured him, “Thank you. It’s a very generous gift, although it’s your birthday, shouldn’t I be the one giving you a gift?”

“You deserve it,” he said, voice low in your ear, “and seeing you in this dress is a gift for me.”

You were sure you were blushing again. Was he flirting with you? Surely not, that had to be wishful thinking on your part.

“Do you want to dance?” You asked, changing the subject lest you embarrass yourself.

“Yes,” he murmured as he took your hand again, leading you out onto the floor.

He held you close as you moved together through the steps of the dance, effortlessly in sync. You focused completely on him, enjoying the intimate feeling of being pressed against him, his eyes on yours and his hands warm on your body. Being so close to him was the sweetest kind of torture, and you quickly began to feel overheated, as your mind inevitably drifted to all the other ways you could enjoy being close to him, of his hands in much more intimate places. You looked around, trying to clear your head, and you realised that it hadn’t been just your imagination, people were staring, but you found that you didn’t care at all. As your eyes met his again, you were surprised to see that same feeling of desire reflected back at you. Maybe it wasn’t just wishful thinking after all.

When the dance ended, he asked if you wanted to get some air, and you agreed, following him across the room and out into the hallway.

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Nikolai pulled you into an alcove, just off the main hallway. It was quieter here, with less chance of being seen or overheard.

“Genya and Zoya won’t be happy when they realize you’ve ditched your own party,” you told him, “They’re determined to find you a wife tonight.”

“I don’t care,” he said honestly, “and I’m not interested in any of those girls.”

“You must marry, Kolya. You can’t put it off forever,” you insisted, even though it pained you to say it. “You’ll have to choose someone eventually.”

“You’re the only one I would choose.” He confessed. The words were out before he thought better of them, and there was no way to pull them back.

You studied him carefully, your heart racing. “As your friend?” You asked, offering him a chance to right the ship, to take you back to familiar waters.

He could have lied, could have given you a hundred different easy replies. Instead, he said, “As my queen.”

“Because I’m dependable,” you said cautiously, tentatively, “or because I know all of your secrets?”

"I do trust you more than myself sometimes- and I think very highly of myself." He said, and you huffed a laugh, convinced that any moment now he would take it all back.

“But I would make you my queen because I want you. I want you all the time."

You wanted to tell him that you wanted him too, that he was the only man you had ever wanted, or ever would want, but it wasn’t that simple. He was your best friend, and he was also your king, and you had to be practical. “As your friend, I should tell you that would be a terrible decision. You should make a political choice, take some foreign princess as your bride. Someone who was born to be a queen.”

He met your eyes, voice steady and earnest when he said, "As your king, I should tell you that no one could dissuade me. No prince and no power could make me stop wanting you."

Nikolai felt drunk. You were going to laugh at him. You would knock him senseless and tell him he had no right. But he couldn't seem to stop.

"I would give you a crown if I could," he said. "I would show you the world from the prow of a ship. I would choose you, as my friend, as my queen, as my bride. I would give you a sapphire the size of an acorn." He reached out, fingers brushing over the blue silk ribbon tied around your throat. "And all I would ask in return is that you wear this damnable ribbon on our wedding day."

You should say no, you should tell him he was making a mistake, but you couldn’t. You wanted him too, and not just tonight, but forever. You wanted a future with him, and if you closed your eyes, you could see it, as clear as day. Standing at an altar set before the Saints as a priest named you man and wife. Mornings spent together, eating breakfast and sipping coffee while you discussed the day ahead, and nights spent tangled together in his sheets, sweaty and sated. Soft touches and words of affirmation whispered in the early morning light. Two - or maybe three - golden-haired children, with your eyes and his smile, running about the palace, happy and loved, and constantly getting into mischief. A million inside jokes, and shared looks, and fights about nothing, easily forgiven. A lifetime of moments, big and small, side by side with him. You wanted it all.

“Yes,” you said simply, meeting his gaze.

“Yes?” He repeated, as if he didn’t dare to believe it.

He cupped his hand to your cheek, his palm warm against your jaw. His thumb brushed lightly across your cheekbone, and when your tongue darted out to wet your bottom lip, his eyes followed the movement. You wanted him to kiss you, so badly that you ached with the need of it. You tilted your head up slightly, lips parted in invitation.

He dipped his head, then paused, lips hovering just inches from yours as he searched your eyes, waiting for permission. The heat of his gaze was like flames across your skin. You leaned into him, pressing a hand to his chest and you could feel his heart racing beneath your palm. “Yes,” you said again, barely above a whisper, and he bent his head forward, finally, touching his lips to yours. His kiss was soft and sweet, just the barest brush of his lips over yours, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more. You made a needy sound, chasing his lips when he moved away, and his mouth curved into a smile.

He pressed you back against the wall, his hands settling on your hips and then his mouth was on yours once more, and this time there was nothing tentative about it. His tongue met yours hungrily, desperately, swallowing your sounds of pleasure. You grabbed a handful of his shirt, crushing the fabric beneath your fingers as you hauled him closer, but it still wasn’t close enough. You reached down with your free hand, tugging your skirts up so that you could curve your leg up around him and he groaned low in his throat, his hand immediately dropping from your waist to the bare skin of your thigh.

He pushed his hips forward, and you could feel the proof of his arousal, pressing against you intimately. You gasped, tipping your head back against the wall. He ducked his head, his tongue darting out to taste the smooth skin of your exposed throat, and he nipped lightly at your pulse point before trailing kisses down to the dip of your shoulder and along your collarbone.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, teeth just barely grazing your skin, and your eyebrows knitted in confusion, wasn’t he doing that already?  

“I want to taste you,” he said, his fingers skating up and over your inner thigh to press at you lightly over the lace of your underwear. Oh. The thought of having his mouth on you, there, sent a wave of heat straight to your core.

“Yes,” you murmured after just a brief hesitation, and his smile turned wicked as he sank to his knees in front of you.

You hiked your dress higher, bunching the fabric above your hips so that you could watch him as he dragged your underwear slowly down your thighs and helped you step out of them. He stuffed the scrap of lace into his pocket, before he ran his hand up your calf, bending your knee and then lifting your leg to rest it over his shoulder. He kissed a path from your knee up your inner thigh towards your centre and then he stopped, warm breath ghosting over you and eyes fixed on your core, until you began to squirm. He stilled you with a firm hand on your hip.

“Nikolai,” you started, but you were robbed of the power of speech when he leaned in, his face disappearing between your thighs.

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He licked a broad stripe across you with the flat of his tongue and you gasped, your hand shooting down to fist in his hair. He licked into you slowly, nose bumping your clit, until you were writhing and panting above him. His fingers worked you over, drawing lazy circles over your clit as he explored every inch of you with his lips and tongue. He dipped two fingers inside you, moving them in and out, crooking them slightly to search for that spot that would have you seeing stars and he knew he had found it when you moaned, clenching around him.

Nikolai had always enjoyed this, drawing pleasure from his partner with his mouth and hands, and he prided himself on being good at it, but he had never found it such a turn on before. His pants were uncomfortably tight, and he thought he could probably come untouched, just from the taste of you and the sounds you made. He turned his head for a moment to draw a ragged breath, and he smiled against your inner thigh when you whined impatiently, using your grip on his hair to drag him back where you wanted him.

He went easily, happy to oblige you, and this time he closed his lips around your clit, sucking it against his tongue. You cried out, your hand tightening in his hair hard enough to make his scalp prickle. He kept the pressure of his mouth gentle but non-stop, as your thighs began to shake, your hips jerking against his face. He couldn’t hold back his moan as he felt your body shuddering, his mouth flooded with wetness when you found your release. He worked you through it, lapping at you gently until finally, you pushed him away with a shaky hand.

He shifted from his knees back to his feet, and you reached for him as he stood, wanting to keep him close. His hair was sticking up at all angles, mussed by your hands, his cheeks flushed, and his lips tilted in a lopsided smirk. He looked utterly debauched in the best possible way. You swiped your thumb across his bottom lip before you leaned in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue, and you were surprised to find that it wasn’t unpleasant.

You reached a hand down between your bodies, to cup him over his pants and he groaned, pushing himself into your palm. A door opened somewhere, the sounds of the party drifting out into the hallway, and you froze, the illusion of privacy shattered.

The noise from further down the hallway brought Nikolai back to his senses so suddenly, he felt like he’d been doused in ice water. Had he completely lost his mind? Your first time together shouldn’t be like this, frantic and dirty, pushed up against a wall in a public place, where anyone could discover the two of you at any moment.

“I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly, “I got carried away, I shouldn’t have … this wasn’t…”

He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, trying to find the right words. You deserved better from him. You deserved a white veil, and matching rings, and a promise made at an alter set before the Saints. He wanted to give you all of that, and he would, but not tonight. Tonight, he could at least give you a soft bed, and gentle hands, declarations of love whispered in the dark. Romance, because you deserved that if nothing else.

He pulled back, letting you drop your skirts down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You felt your face fall before you could stop it.

“Oh,” was all the response you could muster, the sting of disappointment sharp, and so bitter you could almost taste it. You closed your eyes, willing away the tears that threatened to form. Was he saying this was a mistake? Had he changed his mind? Had you done something wrong?

“I only meant, we should go somewhere more private,” he said, watching you carefully.

“Oh,” you said again, relief flooding through you.

“Unless… if you’d rather return to the party, that’s fine too.” He clarified.

“I don’t,” you said quickly, and you almost blushed at how eager you sounded.

“No?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

You gave him a smile that you hoped was sultry. “No. Take me to bed,” you purred, and you knew you’d hit the mark when his eyes darkened in response.

He took your hand, guiding you through the palace hallways until you reached his rooms. He opened the door for you, ever the gentleman, allowing you to enter first, and then he followed you inside, locking the door swiftly behind him. There would be no more interruptions tonight, not if he could help it.

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You came to a stop by the foot of the bed, waiting for him to join you. He crossed the room in just a few quick strides, pulling you into his arms, and then his mouth was on yours again, hot and demanding. You let your hands roam, over his shoulders and into his hair, before the desperate need to feel his bare skin against yours took over, and you set to work on removing his clothes.

Your nimble fingers made light work of the knot in his cravat, pulling it loose and free of his collar in just a few short movements, and you quickly moved on to his shirt, opening the first few buttons. He pulled back for just enough time to yank the shirt off over his head, and then he was back to kissing you like his life depended on it. When you moved to unbutton his pants, your knuckles inadvertently brushing up against his hardness, he groaned low in his throat and pulled away again, this time to spin you around so that he could unlace your corset and free you from your dress.

He placed kisses across your shoulder, and down the length of your spine as it was revealed to him and once you were completely nude before him, he wrapped an arm around your waist to tug you back against him, his clothed arousal against your bare ass. You brought your hands up to your throat to untie your ribbon, but he stopped you. “Allow me, he murmured, voice low and rough in your ear. He hooked a finger into the bow at the back of your neck, tugging gently until it unravelled, soft silk sliding over your skin, and then he curled it up to put into his pocket, joining your underwear from earlier.

He cupped your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it hardened into a peak, while his other hand travelled down the side of your ribs and across your lower abdomen to your core. You moaned as his fingers found their mark, dipping inside you to gather the wetness there before rubbing gentle circles over your clit. Only once you were panting, your head falling back against his shoulder, and your hips moving in small circles along with his hand, did he nudge you in the direction of the bed. You took the hint, though you were loath to give up the delicious friction of his talented fingers. You moved to sit on the edge of the bed first, watching with bated breath while he took off the last of his own clothes.

Once he was undressed, you scooted backwards onto the bed, so that you were positioned comfortably on the pillows, and he climbed over you, covering the length of your body with his. You gasped as you felt his erection pressing against you, almost, but not quite, in the right place. He pinned one of your hands to the bed beside your head, fingers twining with yours as he dipped his head to kiss you, licking into your mouth until you were both breathless. You bent your leg up around his hip, opening yourself up for him instinctively and he kept his eyes on yours as he flexed his hips, entering you at an agonizingly slow pace. You were warm, and wet, and perfect, and you dug your heel into the back of his thigh, urging him deeper. He groaned, his eyes slipping closed and his hand squeezing yours tightly.

Once he was fully seated inside you, he had to stop. He let his head drop to your shoulder and he held completely still, desperately fighting to get a grip on his self-control. Late at night when he lay alone in the dark, his wildest fantasies playing out behind his eyelids, it was your face he saw and your name on his lips when he came. He had dreamed of having you so many times, in a thousand different ways, but nothing could compare to the reality. It was as if he was suddenly a boy of sixteen again, green and eager, ready to spill himself at the slightest hint of friction. You shifted beneath him, wriggling impatiently and only once he was sure he would not embarrass himself, did he raise his head to look at you.

“Sorry,” he said, the corner of his mouth tipping up into an amused little smirk, “did you need something?”

You just barely resisted the urge to smack him, and instead clenched your inner muscles around him, watching with a smug sense of satisfaction as his eyelids fluttered, the smirk dropping from his face.

“Fuck,” he cursed, his eyes dark with arousal as they met yours, but he still didn’t move.

“Please,” you begged, and you would have been embarrassed by how needy you sounded if not for the way that his hips bucked in response.

He dipped his head, slanting his mouth over yours as he withdrew slowly, almost completely, only to fill you again with a sharp thrust of his hips. His hand was warm in yours, palms pressed together, and fingers intertwined, the connection anchoring you as he started to move in earnest, settling into a perfect, maddening rhythm that was somehow altogether too much, and yet not enough at the same time.

The muscles in his biceps were straining with the effort of holding himself up and you wrapped your arm around his shoulders, pulling him down on to you until his chest was flush with yours. He nuzzled at your throat, as he maintained his languid pace, drawing out your mutual pleasure for as long as he possibly could, and you were torn between the desperate need to climax, and the desire to stay entwined with him like this forever.

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When he felt the beginnings of his own climax, Nikolai reluctantly released your hand so that he could slip his between your bodies to thumb at your clit. Within moments, he felt you tightening around him, your orgasm beginning to ripple through you, and he kept the movement of his hips slow and steady, drawing it out until you were writhing beneath him. He removed his hand as the last tremors ran through your body, and he lifted his head, mouth finding yours, as he finally allowed himself release. He sheathed himself fully inside you, as he shuddered and came.

He collapsed onto you, pressing you into the mattress, and you stroked your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, holding him close, as you both struggled to catch your breath. Your bodies were tangled together, completely enveloped by each other, and neither of you wanted to move.

“I love you,” he murmured after a moment, turning his head so that he could press a kiss to your temple.

“I love you too,” you assured him, holding him tighter.

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In the morning, you had woken early and taken the opportunity to study Nikolai in the light of the sunrise, his face relaxed and boyish in sleep, and when he woke, he had nudged you onto your back and made love to you again. That had been followed by a bath, in which you both ended up dirtier than you had been upon getting in, and a second one - strictly for getting clean, and one horrifyingly awkward conversation with your maid, during which the girl giggled and blushed furiously, as you begged her to bring you something to wear. All of this meant that it was late, long past noon, when the pair of you finally emerged from his room.

You walked hand in hand to the council room, where the triumvirate were already assembled. Genya and Zoya were standing over the table, heads bent as they looked over a map, talking quietly together. David sat across from them, scribbling away, fingers stained with ink. Genya lifted her head as you entered, smiling knowingly at you.

Nikolai cleared his throat. “I… well, we, have something important to tell you all,” he announced. “We’re getting married.” Subtle as ever.

“Thank the Saints,” Zoya muttered, without even looking up, “I thought I’d be old and grey before you two ever got your act together.”

“I told you it would work!” Genya said gleefully.

You and Nikolai shared a confused look. “What worked?” You asked.

“The party,” Zoya explained, speaking very slowly, as if she were talking to a pair of particularly dim children, “the one we planned, to push you both into admitting you’re in love with each other, obviously.”

You both just stared at her.

“Someone had to do it,” she continued with a shrug, “Saints knows neither of you were going to do it on your own.”

“I would have done it without your intervention,” Nikolai said defensively, “eventually.”

“Yes, of course you would,” Genya said mildly, her tone just on the edge of patronising.

Nikolai pinched the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut in frustration. “So, just to be clear - you conceived an elaborate plot, which involved throwing an expensive party with hundreds of guests, and making me suffer through hours of mind-numbing conversation with prospective “brides”, all so that you could manipulate us into confessing our feelings for each other?”

“I wouldn’t say manipulate,” Genya objected, “more like give you a loving shove in the right direction.”

“A brilliant plan, really,” David piped up, “and, clearly, effective.”

Genya smiled fondly at him. “Thank you, dear.”

And suddenly it all made sense, the way Genya had come to insist you go to the party, the way she had pushed you to wear the dress even though it was Lantsov blue, the fact that she had made you wait to be announced, and that Nikolai had mysteriously been waiting for you the moment you entered the room. The mysterious coincidence that all the young ladies Zoya had introduced to him were almost comically unsuitable. They had engineered it all.

You couldn’t stop the grin that spread over your face. Perhaps you should have been upset by the idea that they had manipulated you both, but honestly you weren’t. You shared another look with Nikolai. He shook his head exasperatedly, but he was smiling now too, and you knew he shared your feelings on the matter. This whole charade might have been ridiculous, but how could you hold it against them, when it had resulted in the happiest night of your lives.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #fem!reader #shadow and bone #grishaverse #zoya is my queen but not in this fic #my writing #i wrote this #request #patrick gibson

[trcpicoz]

hi luna first time doing this but if it’s not too much of a hassle could i request a nsfw alphabet for gavi ❤️

completely fine if u ignore or are not taking requests

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - 𝐏𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨 𝐆𝐚𝐯𝐢

note: thank you for being so patient and sorry to everyone that i haven’t written a full piece in a while <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

gavi gets super soft and affectionate after sex because he knows how rough and hard he is during sex. gavi will cuddle you and tell you how good you took him during sex. he loves to sit in bed and watch movies with some sweets holding you until you fall asleep on his chest.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

gavi loves his big biceps. if he fucks you doggy style he’ll fuck you in front of the mirror and flex and sometimes he’ll put you in a playful headlock when he wants to mess with you but when you’re having sex he’s a bit stronger with it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

CREAMPIES! gavi loves creampies and filling you up to brim until his cum seems out.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

gavi’s wants to have a threesome with pedri or fermín so bad but he’s scared you’ll judge him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

gavi isn’t that experienced, he’s still young. he’s only had two sexual partners before you so he’s still learning how to fuck.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

doggy with your back arched just for his girthy dick.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

gavi is very serious in the moment and he gets insecure whenever you make him laugh because with you he tries to be very masculine and dominant but sometimes his goofy side will slip out.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s very well groome. while gavi doesn’t shave, his hair down there is trimmed for you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

gavi so sexy and romantic when he’s inside you. “te amo baby take every inch of me inside you”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

gavi loves stroking himself to the pictures you send him whenever you’re not with him or not in the mood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

choking is his favorite. depriving you of a breath with his bicep or with his dick make him throb.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

definitely on the balcony where the neighbors can hear his skin slapping against yours.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

winning game gets him the horniest and he loves the reward of your body after a win.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never degrade his angel.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

gavi loves giving you head. he’ll randomly get underneath the sheets while you’re relaxing in bed to eat you out while you play with his hair.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

gavi is a rough guy, he’ll put every bit of his strength into fucking the shit out of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

gavi loves head right before he leave the house for training. just you on your knees servicing every inch of him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

the main risk gavi likes is fucking you on the balcony because he likes the thought of other people hearing you fuck.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

gavi can go as many time as you want. he’s a footballer that’s young and full of cum so if you wanna go for tons of rounds he can do it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he’s not really into toys his tongue, cock and fingers do the work.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

gavi doesn’t tease you much.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

gavi is so loud when he fucks. he’s makes the loudest moaning and grunting you could imagine, filling the room with orgasmic screams.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

gavi loves face fucking your throat and hearing the sounds of you gagging on his dick.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he’s about 6 inches and very girthy.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive us through the roof, if gavi could fuck you all day every day he would.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

when he’s done all the sessions you want, he’s knocked out cold on your breasts.

#luna answers🍄 #luna dirty thoughts 💭 #footballer smut #footballer x reader #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi #gavi #gavi x reader #gavi smut

[l4long-winded]

o n e - s h o t m a s t e r l i s t

r e a d o n a o 3

summary: one-shots, blurbs, concepts, requests—it's an all-you-can-eat literature buffet of assorted pieces centering around, you guessed it, carmen berzatto (carmen berzatto x afab!reader)

warnings: religious imagery and symbolism, insecurities, dirty talk, mental health dialogue, finger sucking, p in v, cigarettes, sensory description, pussywhipped!carmen, cursing, kissing, cynicism, humor, pussydrunk!carmen, slander of the elderly, secret relationship, rising, praise kink, filth, subby!carmy, overstimulation, oral, oral fixation, inner dialouge, possessive!carmy, jealous!carmy, multiple orgasms, pet names, past relationship(s), donna menton, office sex, dom!carmy, angst, references to mikey passing, reminiscing, smoking, angry sex, enemies to lovers, walk-in sex, arguing, apologies, post-breakup (please let me know if there are other warnings i need to add)

word count: 14,000+ (ongoing)

t a b l e o f c o n t e n t s (listed in alphabetical order)

a guilty heart's plea(s)

carmen's said some unforgivable things to you. and yet here he is at your doorstep, pleading for you to forgive him.

basil, monterey jack, and the simplicity of a kind gesture

you're late for work, rushing out the door, and carmen notices you've left your lunch behind. he can't help but interject his talents.

concept: carmen tries to quit smoking

it's a pretty self-explanatory title.

fantasize

you show carmen an innocent song.

fire in the freezer

it's opening night and you're stuck inside the walk-in with your boss, carmen. can the night get any worse?

fresh, unwilting daisies

carmen gets possessive after your ex boyfriend stops by and leaves you a bouquet of daisies.

loss of thought

it's hard to think when you have carmen like this.

saliva (just a little bit)

the concept of carmen spitting in your mouth.

the phone call regarding the onions

richie won't stop calling and despite how busy carmen is, he picks up the phone. he didn't know richie would take so long to tell him about his trip to the farmer's market, let alone how impatient you would be in his lap.

those sweet, sweet, effectual praises

in which you talk an inexperienced carmen through it.

when you wear his white shirt

carmen has a thing for you in his white shirt.

#l4l.writes #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #l4l.carmy #the bear fic #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #the bear imagine #a sense of urgency #l4l.blurb #l4l.oneshot

[weird-bookworm]

LET'S SPREAD SOME LOVE!!!!!

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

😄

oh god this is gonna be one hell of an answer

@fairyhaos because shes the sweetest comfiest most adorably chaotic lil ball of energy + she gives the best advice like hello??? what are you??? oh god my heart goes a little off track everytime we talk i just love you so much

@wheeboo okay shes part 2 of the they-make-me-feel-the-safest trio along w yena and axe like please i stumbled across the sweetest sassiest boo stan ever ALSO UR GORGEOUS???

@blue-jisungs axeaxeaxeaxeaxe so chaotically lovely and so boomer and so fun and yoid think shes savage but no shes just soft and as harmful as a pinecone (why do u remind me of tht one joon meme of him just. sitting there. peeling potatoes. in tiny.)

@slytherinshua we kinda talked less for a while bc life happened and then caught up (kinda lol) and im so glad to see shes still as crazy and lovable as ever (im waiting for tht ppt) like talk abt impressive. impressive is her whole personality. sometimes in, uh, less than conventional ways...hehe

@eternalgyu HANNIE WHERE TF R U I MISS UUUUUUUU 😭😭😭😭🫶🏻 like yk what i imagine when i think of hannie? causing mischief. LIKE IDEK WHY OKAY i just feel like we'd be running around giggling like idiots js pulling random pranks on people and js the thought makes me smile

@yllouhannie ylli is like love. ylli is gentle and kind and sweet. shes understanding and passionate and really quite cute. oh my love you make me wanna jump off a cliff because how can someone like you exist 😭 (no srsly what is this witchcraft ilysm mwah)

@woozvc nora is like home. which is saying a lot lmao i sound dramatic but like yk when u just talk to someone and it feels just right even tho ur not rly doing much? shes older but she lets go and i can just feel how absolutely beautiful this person is *melts off a cliff*

@welcometomyoasis shu oh shu i have no words so pardon if this is a little small but. ik i say this a lot but i rly do mean it. i love you. so much. yr msgs and reblogs and asks always make a smile and they make me giddy and suddenly nothing is wrong with the world 🥺

@haecien bro is my ultimate gay bestie like what else do you need in life other than cien. what. nothing is the answer. life is complete when u hv cien and his shenanigans lolol like i dare you try to Not like him. i m p o s s i b l e.

@glosskirt AYYYYY MY ARMY SOULMATE we connected over min yoongi. we still rant over min yoongi. we shall die talking about min yoongi. like there is nothing better than having someone to fangirl with over my favs gloss you filled a hole in my life <3

@mesanthropi weiwei!!!! my little bundle of sugar spice and everything nice!! (+ chaos and a passion about the randomest shit ever how do u live why am i not this exciting) how is it always fun to talk to you and why do ur msgs excite me so much

@aaniag chaos. thats it. chaos. this woman brought with her about half a dozen more desi moots for me like how do i hug you how do i appreciate you enough i ugghhhh 😩

@thepoopdokyeomtouched im still waiting for my flirting yk? lol on a serious note, u and ur crazy streak r probably the most entertaining thing on here, and i fucking love it. i love ur chaos and the fact tht u choose to share it w me, thank you 🫶🏻

@arafilez bro rly dropped outta thin air like a fucking ghost and made my life abt a 100x more exciting where were you my entire life ara. where. why didnt the atz rants and the writing and the random asks show up sooner. why.

@nonononranghaee HAFS MY LIL CUTIE PATOOTIE WHY DO I ALWAYS WANNA SQUISH U NOMNOM U CRUSH U KSKSJEHEH u give me so much cuteness aggression oh my god...

@kkooongie sarah sarah sarah sarah sarah i live for ur writing and im always looking forward to our little chats abt books and random stuff (...when r u updating btw 😅)

@maeleelee @mxnsxngie @imagine-a-life-like-this i don't tell you guys enough how much i love and appreciate each one of you. i dont tell u enough how grateful i am whenever i think abt u bc god ik how hard it is to take in a random person in ur circle, to adjust w a kid, to make said kid feel safe and included and loved. so thank you. for all that you do for me and for loving lil ol' me <3

@cadenonlinelive where u at damn i hvnt seen u in ages

@rubywonu @idubiluv GUYS STOP HIBERNATING ITS NOT WINTER ANYMORE I MISS U

[j0eyj0rdis0n]

HEYYYYY i just wanted to say i love ur work <3 and secondly

i wanted to ask if you’ve seen the a24 movie pearl (2022)? cuz like i had a creepypasta request idea based of a pearl scene😭 it’s where toby gives fem-reader like stockholm syndrome and she becomes really clingy to him. And so one day he tells her that he’s gonna be right back and reader starts overthinking and assuming that he’s leaving her forever. AND THENNN she says the infamous pearl lines “NO! WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME IF I DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG! I DONT UNDERSTAND I THOUGHT YOU LIKED ME!!!!”.

then they have a huge fight to which it turns into reader trying to hurt toby and toby just calming her down in anyway tehe :3

Hey love! I unfortunately haven't seen the movie as I'm not really one for movies at all, but I've certainly seen this clip circling on TikTok. It was super intriguing and it made me want to see it but I just haven't had the chance. For not seeing the movie I hope that this is at least somewhat accurate! Thank you for the ask!

Also I have some works ready for Kinktober! I only picked some of the prompts, I’ll start on day 6 so get ready!!

WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?! - "TICCI" TOBY

"Y/N I'll be back s-soon. Ma-asky has been in a s-shit mood 'bout this mission." Toby grumbled as he tied his boots.

"What..?" You looked up at him quickly from the dishes you were washing. "Why are you leaving me...?"

"Y/N, it's j-just for a m-mission." He sighed, realizing that this would be coming the longer he kept you here with him alone. "P-promise it won't be long."

The look of confusion and hurt on your face was evident. He hated it when you got upset like this. How was he supposed to explain any further that it was only a short mission? He felt like he couldn't ever explain anything to you. It was starting to get rather irritating too.

"You don't want to stay with me?" You questioned, your tone slowly growing angry. Your hands letting a plate clatter to the counter.

"Don't st-start with that. I told you! A sh-short mission!" His tone began to match yours, with a rough twang of anger. He tied his boots up with white knuckles before standing up and glaring at you.

"Don't leave me!!" You screamed, not bothering to wipe your wet hands off as you grabbed his wrist. "Why don't you love me?! I haven't done anything wrong!! Why do you keep leaving?!" Your voice grew hoarse as you screamed louder, practically begging for him to stay. "Toby please! Please don't leave!" You tried to pull his hand from the doorknob with tears streaming down your face.

"L-let go Y/N! I have t-to go!" He shouted back, ripping his arm from your grasp and throwing the door open.

"NO! NO! DON'T LEAVE ME!" You cried, watching him walk out in a huff.

You ran after him, kicking up dirt with each long stride. You grabbed onto his shirt, trying to drag him back inside. "Please Toby! Please I need you!"

He shrugged off your advances, continuing down the dirt road. If he wanted you for himself so badly then why was he leaving?! They had more than enough manpower to get missions done without him. You could barely survive without him! How dare he leave you like this! His pace didn't stop you from continuing your chase. Picking up a hatchet leaning against the picket fence you ran with rage in your eyes and anger in your heart.

"You're not leaving!!" You shouted, bringing the hatchet above your head, ready to swing at him.

He turned quickly, dodging your swing and wrestling the hatchet out of your small hands. "What on e-earth do you think y-you're doing?!" He shouted, throwing the hatchet far into the dirt as he got up in your face. "You're going to k-k-kill me for trying ta' leave? What the f-fuck is your problem!?" He took a moment to pause, staring you down with a look that could probably kill. "Get the f-fuck inside. Now."

When you didn't respond to his words, he grabbed your wrist with enough force to shatter it completely, dragging you towards the house. He threw you on the couch, pointing an accusing finger at you as he continued his yelling spree.

"I do all this for y-y-you! Be fuckin' grateful!"

It was only when he saw tears spring to your eyes that he went quiet. Yes he was upset you were making such a big deal out of one short mission, but he wasn't upset enough to make you cry from yelling at you. He let out a defeated sigh, taking a seat next to you on the old couch.

"S-sorry... I shouldn't have y-yelled... You gotta k-know missions aren't optional... I really gotta go Y/N..."

You sat defeated, tears streaming down your face. You hated it when he left, and no amount of reassurance made you feel better. Every time he left, you felt a piece of your heart break.

All you could do was nod, letting him stand without protest. Toby gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead before heading out the door once more.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcannons #creepypasta requests #creepypasta hcs #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby creepypasta #ticci toby #toby rodgers #anon ask #asks open

[mayajadewrites]

I Wish I Hated You

story summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

ao3

C H A P T E R S E V E N : S P I L L

Your eyes flutter open as the sun peers through your white curtains. You feel noticeably... alone. You look to your left to where Levi was when you fell asleep, now it's empty. 

You let out a sigh. It was all too good to be true.

You grabbed your phone to check your texts. Nothing. 

He didn't even bother to leave a fucking note. 

"I'm so stupid." You say to yourself, pressing your palm to your forehead. "I really thought for just a moment that he changed."

Last night you and Levi communicated better than you have before and it was mostly in silence. Your heartbeat slowed when you fell asleep next to Levi, it was like you were back with him. You were able to be comfortable. To be yourself.

You guess he didn't feel the same.

You pad to your kitchen, grabbing a cup and ice. You make your iced coffee, hoping it will help mend the wounds that were reopened in your heart.

As you sit on your couch mindlessly scrolling through your phone, you promise yourself that you are going to tell Levi how you truly feel. No bullshit, no attitude. Either he's in this relationship, or not. He can't make you feel so safe, so seen, and then just... leave.

You decide to text Hange so you can stop thinking to yourself. 

You: Come over?

Hange: Woah, you never ask me to come over. What happened?

You: I'll tell you when you get here.

When Hange arrives, she brings bagels and more coffee. 

"Okay, spill." She sits on the couch. 

"Levi came over last night after he had those last shots," You lean back on the couch. "I didn't invite him. He asked if he could stay and sleep in the same bed as him. But he promised he wouldn't touch me."

"And was that promise kept?"

"It wasn't because of me. We only cuddled. We barely spoke though, he seemed so... sad."

"I've known Levi for a long time." Hange clears her throat. "He's the worst at communicating, and he likes to run."

"But I've never given him a reason to run. I've always been about him." You look down at the floor. "I try to make him better. I tried to make us better."

"Has Levi told you about his mom?" 

"...Not really. He always shot me down when I asked about her." 

"I'll let him tell you about her. But I will tell you, the man has mommy issues. She died when he was a kid and he had to watch."

You brought your hand to your mouth. "What?"

"Yeah. Like I said, I'll let him tell you. I only know about it because Erwin told me. Actually, maybe you should talk to him too. He's like the 'Levi whisperer'." 

"So he watched his mom die..." You start connecting the dots. "That doesn't excuse what he does."

"He needs patience." Hange put her hand on your shoulder. "I know it's hard to have with him. But I see the way he looks at you. The way he watches your every move."

"I gave him 2 years of my patience. Of my love. He didn't tell me any of this."

"I'm not saying he deserves forgiveness." She put her hands up. "I'm saying you need to know the whole story before cutting him off completely." 

You let Hange's words sink in. Levi has been through something, obviously, and you need to know the entire story. 

You decide to take a shower and get yourself ready. You were going to go to Levi's house.

Unannounced.

You glance at yourself in the mirror at the outfit you pulled together - a white tshirt with 'mom' jeans and your favorite pair of white platform converse. Your hair was in messy waves complimented by small gold hoops.

- 

You pulled up Levi's driveway for the first time in awhile. You spot his black Range Rover so he's home.

You start to think about the memories of you and Levi stumbling into his house - drunk on nothing but your love. Levi couldn't keep his hands off you and he almost took you right on his front steps.

Knock, Knock, Knock.

Moments later, Levi is in front of you. He looks surprised to see you, but almost relieved at the same time.

"I-"

"Save it, Levi." You put your hand up. "I don't want to hear your apologies." 

"So... why are you here?"

"Tell me about your mother."

Levi's eyes widened and you knew that this was the path to Levi's true emotions.

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

What if Y/N suddenly told Dabi and/or Kai that they love their "big honkers" aka, their man titties, their mommy milkers, whatever funny word for those?

Like, as if Y/N pointed out just how tight some of their shirts look because of how big their tits are.

I ACTUALLY THOUGHT THAT MAYBE CHISAKI WOULD AT FIRST ASK WTF IS A HONKER, AND AFTER Y/N EXPLAINS, HE'S LIKE

"... y o u s l e e p i n t h e g u e s t s

r o o m t o n i g h t . "

Sorry, as you see, I like man titties 😔

"Man I love those mommy milkers of yours baby." You dropped this when he was shirtless and let me tell you that at first this man is clueless until you literally go and grab his chest.

Then the healthy part of his skin is as red as a tomado but he does smirk because ohoho you thought Dabi/Touya would be quiet?

No. He won't.

"Like yours too doll, perfect for this." He will heat up his palm just a bit and do the same only for the mf to squeeze them.

Now you unlocked a new thing about him.

Dabis is new to those things so pretty much every time he sees something quirky like that and he likes it he will do the same with you but ten times worse.

So yeah...

Your chest might get a lil sore.

Good luck.

Also the type to call you a pervert each time with a big smile on his face.

I mean... you are somehow attracted to him so he feels pretty damn happy when you get like that by only looking at his chest.

Bust the lil confidence if he has any left a bit

Don't do that don't do that don't do that DO NOT DO THAT

Listen this dude here is a consertive and old soul at heart so he definitely won't understand the meaning of big honkers.

So yeah, he won't even react if you say something like that because he literally don't understand and does not have the patience nor interest to search for it... because deep down he knows he will regret it.

Although he had to buy a shirt... and the dammed thing was tight.

He cursed under his breath while trying to button up his shirt.

"Love I think this shirt of yours is a lil bit too tight." You made the gesture of your fingers as he scoffed.

"I still don't get it, it does close the few but not at my chest size."

"That explains considering how huge your tiddies are."

PURE SHOCK on his face as he stares at you with a both mortified and disgusted expression.

...he just stared at you for 15 minutes in silence before going inside his closet to change.

So shocked he wasn't able to speak nor look at your face for the rest of the day

He is embarrassed

Not so discretly uses more frequently shirts that fit him but also are just the right size to see the shape of his upper body.

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[solselah]

C H A N N E L E D ✨MESSAGE ✨ F R O M

Y O U R ✨P E R S O N

PILE 1 : I’ve been so busy hustling , I have been so focused on money and how it’s flowing in my life ! Truly gaining a key to my abundance !! I don’t want you to feel like I am unfazed by us or this connection ! I am very into you & everything that you bring to the table, I want you to know that you’re such good vibes and you truly lift me up when im on my last leg !! I appreciate you more than I can express so pardon me if im not able to connect emotionally to you like I really want to! in the past I’ve been stabbed in the back by those who claim to love me so it is / and was hard For me to do that with you because In retrospect I couldn’t trust if this was real or not ! This form of “separation” between us is very unbearable and what I would consider to be unnecessary. If this isn’t made to work out I really do pray and put out in the universe that you move on with full closure and end up happy ! Sorry that it wasn’t me for you to settle with.

you never know what the universe has planned but for now SO LONG ✌🏾☮️

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PILE 2 : I just want to let you know that you put butterfly’s in my stomach , I haven’t felt this way or that way in the longest time !! I’ve been trying to Dodge certain bullets relationship wise but you make me nervous and bring me so much nostalgia !! It’s like one day my lights are out and the next you come to light it up ! I want to meet and see the real you , I want to connect with you on a soul level.

I already feel this energy that I’ve never felt with someone I just know you are for me & even when I try to deny it I can’t believe How accurately and purely I can love someone ! You are for me and I can’t talk that down. I want this connection to evolve , I want us to heal from whatever tore us apart ! I want you to be able to receive the energy you need & the vibes you look for ! I hope you can understand how much pain I’ve been in

as far as heartbreak goes. I would have never thought that I would love a human being like I love you or even perceiving one like this ! If I lost you all would feel LOST spiritually ! I would even call out to you for your help to assist me if I lose this feeling. Remember me even when things are dark, for us! Hear me when you can because I spiritually speak to you & feel you ! We may not be healthy for each other now but i Foresee us being unstoppable ! You feel so much like my counterpart ! Am I Going crazy ?

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PILE 3 : I don’t want to apologize I don’t want you to see that part of me that is vulnerable to say that I am wrong !! My ego needs fixing and I know that it turns you off from me ! I wish I can be better for you but something is stopping me ! I wish you can use your magical energy to save me ! But I know the burden it would be on you ! And I look for you to heal me and part of myself that I thought would always be trapped. Your sexual energy turns me on & it spiritually energizes me !!! I don’t know what type of entity you are but you feel like a mermaid I just can’t escape you , your energy is flawless to me & I just hope that there isn’t any faking with us ! I don’t have all the money in the world dispite what you see online or in person ! But I don’t know what really makes you happy Shit I don’t even know what makes me happy ! I feel like our relationship was ruined and Interrupted by those who don’t want to see us together ! I feel like you don’t see the best in me & that’s all I see in you ! You’re not for me because you don’t tell me how much I mean to you , Then again I don’t either and I can blame myself for being emotionally stand off ish towards you. Damn I wish I can turn the tables you are IT !! I just wish I treated you better baby girl / baby boy ! No one could ever understand our bond. Is it really to late !? I feel like I’m missing out . It’s Like you won a Grammy and I wasn’t even invited ! I enjoy watching you win but man do I wish I was right there beside you ! Maybe one day ?

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PILE 4 : Our time together is over !! And as much as I feel like we deserve all the time in the world to figure our shit out , Saturn has other plans. we have agreed to spiritual contracts that Separate us in a timely fashion ! And something in me just wants to go against that !! Although I did put you in a love triangle we were able to talk about it but it felt like you didn’t truly forgive me and that scares me because I know you don’t view me the same anymore & it really recks my heart & Brain! I am so hurt and heartbroken I’ve never really fully felt this feeling but always heard that I caused this feeling I guess karma comes back around fairly quickly !!! I fucked up and offered you a relationship while I was still doing dirty shit ! I apologize but I don’t believe this would aid in putting us on the same page but it’s all love & respectfully there is always other options!

Ps : They are all Lies & with them, you have to ready between the lines.

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PILE 5 : I know you may feel like I used you or wanted you for other material things but you don’t see my heart , At least you don’t how it thought you did ! I can admit I was with you for beneficial purposes & I didn’t see my wrongs until now. So forgive me for being weird or for being Rude, I just don’t understand how I fumbled you ! Or did I 👀 , is there a chance for me to salvage or revive our feelings for each other , yo I am literally haunted by your energy everywhere I turn I want you , I want to feel you , I want to know your safe , it bothers me bad ! It interrupts my daily activities I don’t know how to Get over this ! This form of detachment between us is KILLING ME !! Help me & reach out if you would like of course ! I would never lie to you ! (Or will I ?)

Ps : (Manipulative but hard to resist )

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IG: @Soleccentric

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