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chxrryhansen · 3 months

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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans Series Rec List

thought i’d make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this list🫶🏻 i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near future💖💘💞

Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby

“Steve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. You’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. You’re convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)”

Wicked Games - @evansbby

Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?

What A World - @onsunnyside

S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]

Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?

Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513

When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513

You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home. Moving in above your brother in law's garage. Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)

His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks

you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.

Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight

Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.

Finding Home - @navybrat817

Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)

Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut

y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

No Better Than Beast’s - @lokislastlove

You’re an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing… but it’s a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)

Doppelgänger - @boxofbonesfic

Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)

Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl

your relationship with ransom and his insane family.

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000

Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.

Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000

She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007

A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes

loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?

Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie

Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?

The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby

When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Planet Evans Universe - @astranva

In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)

Don’t Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)

Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers

You’re called the Vixen because you were HYDRA’s favorite creation. You’re very hard to catch, and once you are, it’s even harder to keep you.

Let’s Ride - @starryevermore

You’re a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)

Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin

Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Boston’s underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isn’t looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.

Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes

You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)

Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch

Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.

A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey

the leaves are changing—green fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant red—and the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers

Wilford’s Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Wilford places you in Curtis’ care so he can impregnate you.

In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory

One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.

Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe

In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?

Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren

A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.

Love On The Brain - @howardpotts

You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)

Flamingo King - @onsunnyside

The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?

Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)

This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog

You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark

On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)

Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup

Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.

Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger

Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.

Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie

steve rogers has always been america’s golden boy, leading earth’s mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so it’s only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.

Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby

Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

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lord-of-the-prompts · 2 years

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DESCRIBING THE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES OF CHARACTERS:

Body

descriptors; ample, athletic, barrel-chested, beefy, blocky, bony, brawny, buff, burly, chubby, chiseled, coltish, curvy, fat, fit, herculean, hulking, lanky, lean, long, long-legged, lush, medium build, muscular, narrow, overweight, plump, pot-bellied, pudgy, round, skeletal, skinny, slender, slim, stocky, strong, stout, strong, taut, toned, wide.

Eyebrows

descriptors; bushy, dark, faint, furry, long, plucked, raised, seductive, shaved, short, sleek, sparse, thin, unruly.

shape; arched, diagonal, peaked, round, s-shaped, straight.

Ears

shape; attached lobe, broad lobe, narrow, pointed, round, square, sticking-out.

Eyes

colour; albino, blue (azure, baby blue, caribbean blue, cobalt, ice blue, light blue, midnight, ocean blue, sky blue, steel blue, storm blue,) brown (amber, dark brown, chestnut, chocolate, ebony, gold, hazel, honey, light brown, mocha, pale gold, sable, sepia, teakwood, topaz, whiskey,) gray (concrete gray, marble, misty gray, raincloud, satin gray, smoky, sterling, sugar gray), green (aquamarine, emerald, evergreen, forest green, jade green, leaf green, olive, moss green, sea green, teal, vale).

descriptors; bedroom, bright, cat-like, dull, glittering, red-rimmed, sharp, small, squinty, sunken, sparkling, teary.

positioning/shape; almond, close-set, cross, deep-set, downturned, heavy-lidded, hooded, monolid, round, slanted, upturned, wide-set.

Face

descriptors; angular, cat-like, hallow, sculpted, sharp, wolfish.

shape; chubby, diamond, heart-shaped, long, narrow, oblong, oval, rectangle, round, square, thin, triangle.

Facial Hair

beard; chin curtain, classic, circle, ducktail, dutch, french fork, garibaldi, goatee, hipster, neckbeard, old dutch, spade, stubble, verdi, winter.

clean-shaven

moustache; anchor, brush, english, fu manchu, handlebar, hooked, horseshoe, imperial, lampshade, mistletoe, pencil, toothbrush, walrus.

sideburns; chin strap, mutton chops.

Hair

colour; blonde (ash blonde, golden blonde, beige, honey, platinum blonde, reddish blonde, strawberry-blonde, sunflower blonde,) brown (amber, butterscotch, caramel, champagne, cool brown, golden brown, chocolate, cinnamon, mahogany,) red (apricot, auburn, copper, ginger, titain-haired,), black (expresso, inky-black, jet black, raven, soft black) grey (charcoal gray, salt-and-pepper, silver, steel gray,), white (bleached, snow-white).

descriptors; bedhead, dull, dry, fine, full, layered, limp, messy, neat, oily, shaggy, shinny, slick, smooth, spiky, tangled, thick, thin, thinning, tousled, wispy, wild, windblown.

length; ankle length, bald, buzzed, collar length, ear length, floor length, hip length, mid-back length, neck length, shaved, shoulder length, waist length.

type; beach waves, bushy, curly, frizzy, natural, permed, puffy, ringlets, spiral, straight, thick, thin, wavy.

Hands; calloused, clammy, delicate, elegant, large, plump, rough, small, smooth, square, sturdy, strong.

Fingernails; acrylic, bitten, chipped, curved, claw-like, dirty, fake, grimy, long, manicured, painted, peeling, pointed, ragged, short, uneven.

Fingers; arthritic, cold, elegant, fat, greasy, knobby, slender, stubby.

Lips/Mouth

colour (lipstick); brown (caramel, coffee, nude, nutmeg,) pink (deep rose, fuchsia, magenta, pale peach, raspberry, rose, ) purple (black cherry, plum, violet, wine,) red (deep red, ruby.)

descriptors; chapped, cracked, dry, full, glossy, lush, narrow, pierced, scabby, small, soft, split, swollen, thin, uneven, wide, wrinkled.

shape; bottom-heavy, bow-turned, cupid’s bow, downturned, oval, pouty, rosebud, sharp, top-heavy.

Nose

descriptors; broad, broken, crooked, dainty, droopy, hooked, long, narrow, pointed, raised, round, short, strong, stubby, thin, turned-up, wide.

shape; button, flared, grecian, hawk, roman.

Skin

descriptors; blemished, bruised, chalky, clear, dewy, dimpled, dirty, dry, flaky, flawless, freckled, glowing, hairy, itchy, lined, oily, pimply, rashy, rough, sagging, satiny, scarred, scratched, smooth, splotchy, spotted, tattooed, uneven, wrinkly.

complexion; black, bronzed, brown, dark, fair, ivory, light, medium, olive, pale, peach, porcelain, rosy, tan, white.

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ageofevermore · 10 months

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OH, LORD SAVE ME

SUMMARY — after a night out with the girls, wanda gets possessive after learning maria couldn’t keep her hands to herself. oh, lord save me my drug is my baby i’ll get using for the rest of my life.

WARNINGS — nsfw minors dni, alcohol consumption, marijuana and cocaine usage, smoking a blunt, biting, face slapping, ass slapping, strap-on usage, vibrator usage, blowjob, brief nipple play, scratching, fingering, doggy/missionary, degradation, mommy kink, orgasm control, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, dom/sub dynamics, brat shenanigans

A floral aroma hits your nose the second you enter the bedroom. The rest of the house holds the scent of weed, and the scattered lighters in the living room tell you enough. The lights are low, and a nature documentary is paused on the television screen across from the bed, but no trace of your girlfriend is visible from the doorway. Remnants of white powder cling to the oak furniture you recently bought, and her credit card lies beside the evidence of a chased high. Wanda D. Maximoff is stamped into the card, already an obvious give away as to who the perpetrator is. The room spins as you walk deeper into it, and clumsily your body collides with the bedpost.

The fan is running in the bathroom, and the faintest tinge of yellow peeks out from beneath the door, shining into the room like slivers of sunlight hitting a prism. The shower isn’t running, and neither is the sink, either of the two an indicator that she’s ready to call it a night. It’s approaching two am now, and the sunlight that filled the bedroom before has turned to inky midnight. The spontaneous night out with some girlfriends from work has left you giggly, artificial cherry on your lips as your tongue swipes across them. You don’t bother knocking as you enter the bathroom, though the seconds you spend fumbling with the doorknob are enough warning that you’re coming in, not that she’d mind either way.

The sight of her, sprawled out on the floor, brown hair scattered about and bloodshot eyes staring at the ceiling gives you a pause for a second before you burst into giggles that shake the gold chains holding your dress up. The skimpy black number was one of Wanda’s personal favorites, but your girlfriend hadn’t been home when you left to comment on it. If she had been, your neck wouldn’t be as clear as it is now, only soft, healing hickeys remain from nights prior, not too bad for your usually bruised up appearance. Wanda startles at your added sound, but her eyes never peel away from their concentrated dedication to the fan on the ceiling. There’s an abandoned bowl laying next to her, and your customized red lighter is left on the countertop next to a bottle of water. Having to hear her whine about how dry her mouth is when she’s high is a nuisance, so you’ve begun to leave bottles of water in her favorite smoking spots, and clearly, it did you some good.

“Baby!” Your voice drags, slightly slurred together and raised in pitch as you tumble to the floor to lay beside her. Hating when your hair ends up in your face, you’d been proactive for a change, and had decided to braid it for your night out, and as you fall to the ground, it whacks Wanda in the face, but you don’t notice, too absorbed in trying to see what she’s so interested in. “I missed you!” When the fan no longer interests you, because why would it, you roll on top of her effectively elbowing her in the chest, and it’s enough of a commotion to finally break her concentration. The second her eyes are on you, a darkness blooms in the typically evergreen centers. Her huff of surprise for the air being knocked out of her lungs is only a half second long, before she's scanning your smudged makeup and biting down on her bottom lip that's in desperate need of some chapstick. “You smoked without me!”

“You weren’t home.” The accented edge to her words sends warmth spiraling down your bones. The alcohol having already flushed your cheeks and tickled your belly only amplified the desire that burned in your bones, igniting a flame so hot you were sure tomorrow wouldn’t see the light of day. “You look hot.” Her hands leave where they had been lying flat on the tile floor, grabbing your ass in rough handfuls that make you giggle.

“Mmm, wore your favorite dress. Maria got a little handsy. I think it’s a fan favorite.” You taunted her, dancing your lips across hers before pulling away to look at her face fully. Cocaine is still clinging to her porcelain skin, dusted between her nose in what looks like an attempt to wipe it away. Whatever makeup she’d been wearing before was gone, only a faint stain of black below her eyes that indicated she’d been rubbing her eyes before she took her mascara off. You shouldn't be so bothered by the state of her, but the combination of her wandering hands and hungry eyes was pulling you apart piece by piece.

Wanda growled at the mention of your mutual friend who was known for her wandering hands and sultry commentary, though it didn’t bring Wanda any amusement to hear about her interest in the dress. Not when she wasn’t around to remind Maria that you were hers. Your attention drops to Wanda's exposed neck, and your teeth find a home sinking into the soft flesh. Hints of her perfume twist with the scent of cocaine and marijuana, and it's entirely intoxicating. “Maria needs to learn to keep her hands to herself.”

“And what if she doesn’t?” Mischief swims in your eyes, and you sink your teeth into a particularly sensitive spot on Wanda’s neck, just beneath her ear. Her breath hitched, her hands grabbing at the fabric of your dress around your hips. Her entire body shudders, and for a moment, she freezes entirely to just enjoy the sensation that travels through her previously numb limbs.

Your tongue soothed the bite, dancing circles around the marks you’d left. Wanda’s eyes fluttered shut, bunching your dress up around your hips in favor of twisting the ridge of your lace panties between her delicate fingers. “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?”

“Why don’t you remind me?” You nipped her neck a final time before pulling away to watch her process your words, which were more like a silent invitation for her to have her way with your body.

Wanda shoved you off of her messily, a growl crawling from the depth of her throat as she watched you smirk like you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. “Get in the bedroom.”

“What? Don’t want to fuck me on the bathroom floor? Again.” Your breath tickled her wet skin, a cold shill crawling up her spine that she very narrowly avoided reacting to. “I’m sure Maria would.”

“Go.” Her tone left no room for arguments this time, and you scrambled to comply, although clumsily with your still strapped heels and spinning vision. Giggles spilled from between your lips when you rammed into the doorframe, completely absorbed in completing Wanda’s direction and not noticing how she spent a few extra minutes fumbling for something in the bathroom.

Your body sank into the soft bed, black sheets blending into the tiny dress you squeezed yourself into. The skin tight material still bunched around your hips in messy folds, exposing the front of your lacy black thong that left little to the imagination. Suddenly aware of how desperate you were without Wanda’s neck as a distraction, one hand slid between your legs while the other fumbled to grab your breasts through the thin material. Your panties were soaked through, sticking to your folds uncomfortably. Your thighs spread without any invitation, and you pulled them aside desperate for attention where you most needed it.

Eyes fluttering shut at the first stroke against your engorged clit, you didn’t hear Wanda shutting the cabinets and turning off the bathroom lights, only feeling her presence when a hand grabbed around your neck and startled you enough that your antsy fingers stilled between your legs.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” She growled, leaning over you with a dominating presence. Your head shook side to side quickly, your pussy abandoned. You ached for something more, but words failed you as you stared back at her. Something landed beside your head, but before you could look to see what it was Wanda was demanding more from you. “Use your words, you had no problem doing that before.”

“N-No.” You spluttered, fighting to keep your eyes open the longer she held your neck. Her fingers tightened, and it was then you realized she was still wearing her rings, the metal digging into your skin harshly.

“No, who?” The words pulled the breath out of your lungs, and you’re sure you looked like a fish out of water scrambling to find the right words to answer her. “Huh? Don’t make me wait. No, who.”

“N-No, Mommy.” You managed, gasping for breath when her hand finally left your neck, and it was only then you realized she had dug out your red strap, and her hand was holding the base tightly.

“Stupid slut.” She scoffed, moving backward so she was standing farther from the end of the bed. “Since you had so much to say before, I figured we’d put that mouth to use. Get on your knees.”

You dropped to your knees so fast you were sure they’d be bruised by the morning, but the only thing you could think about was how badly you wanted to feel her in your mouth. Bracing your hands on her thighs, you waited for her to instruct you to begin, knowing you were already playing a dangerous game. A smirk crept onto her lips at your clear impatience, and she was no stranger to making you wait. Spitting on her hand, she brought it down to the silicone cock, spreading it around teasingly. You whined, silently begging her to stop her torture and let you have a taste.

“What's wrong? See something you like?” Your girlfriend taunted, throwing her head back as she stroked the silicone cock, your favorite of the collection you’ve acquired since getting together a few years ago.

“Please.” You begged with hooded eyes, wanting to be the one that was turning her on and giving her pleasure.

“Please what?” Wanda cooed, voice dripping with lust as she watched you writhe in front of her, desperate for anything she wanted to give you. “Do you want to suck my cock? Feel it against your tongue? Let me fuck your mouth? Is that it?”

You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes the longer she made you wait. Your thighs pinched together, looking to relieve the aching in where you needed her most. She didn’t say anything about your actions, and for that you were grateful, but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy you and she knew that. “Please. Please let me suck your cock, Mommy.”

“Get on with it then.” You wasted no time, one hand holding onto the base of the strap while the other stayed in place on her thigh. Her salvia has slickened the silicone, making it easier for you to take more of it quickly. She was heavy against your tongue, and for a second, you just enjoyed the feeling, before you began working the length with your hand and your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and letting the bulbous head ram into the back of your throat, desperate to please.

Wanda’s hand fell onto your head, a guttural moan leaving her lips watching you take her length. The strap wasn’t small by any means, one of your bigger ones, and yet you devoured her. Your eyes watered when she began to thrust at first shallowly, but losing her reserve the longer she watched you endure it. You gagged when she forced your nose to her pelvis, the cock practically down your throat, but she didn’t pull away, forcing you to feel her and remember who owned your throat. She pulled away with a pop, ready to absolutely obliterate your pussy.

“Strip. Panties and heels stay on.” You scrambled to comply, rising to your feet with shaky movements, not only from the anticipation of finally getting what you want, but the alcohol that was still coursing through your system. “Hands and knees. Ass up.”

Your dress ended up in a puddle on the floor to be dealt with later, and the bed sank with your weight as you got into position, impatiently pushing your hips backward to meet the scarlet strap. A slap left your ass cheek tingling, your body jolting forward in shock.

“Patience.” Wanda demanded thickly, sokovian accent twisting her words into something dangerous. Your entire body shuddered in anticipation, keeping your eyes forward knowing how much she likes it. You jumped when her fingers found your panties, tracing the lace design before slipping lower. Wanda groaned at how wet you are, thighs glistening with your arousal and panties clinging to your folds. She pulls them to the side, fingers toying with your lips and narrowly avoiding your clit each time she makes a pass around your pussy. “What got you this wet, moya lyubov'? Hmmm?”

With shaky breath, your head dropped onto the comforter, fists balling up the cotton material, “Y-You, Mommy. You did. You got me this wet.”

Her fingers pressed against your weeping entrance but never farther, pushing you farther and farther toward the edge of desperation, and from experience, you knew it was a steep fall. She wanted you at you breaking point, she wanted you to remember who owned you the next time you decided to fuck around. “Not Maria? But I thought you liked her touching what's mine?”

Brattiness tempted you to fuck with her, but your desperation to be touched was winning the fight, and you bit back your sarcastic answer in favor of finally feeling her and being given some relief. “N-no. I like when you touch me. I’m yours.” You gasped when she slipped two fingers inside of you, giving you a second to adjust before she began to scissor your sopping pussy. Every ridge of your pussy fit her fingers like a glove, and Wanda yearned to hear your whimpers as you sought out pleasure at her control.

“You gonna let Maria get handsy with you again when I’m not around?” Her fingers were set at a brutal pace, but still she avoided your aching clit that was begging for attention. Your hips stuttered, your eyes pinched shut so impossibly tight you thought you were seeing starts. When her fingers caressed the sweet spot inside of you, all thoughts vanished from your mind as you whined for more and less at the same time. “Are you. Going to. Let her. Get handsy. With you. Again?” Wanda repeated, annunciating each word with a harsh stroke against your g-stop.

“N-no! No I’m n-not! Please. Please!” You needed more. You needed her cock in your pussy, pounding you into the bed, or her fingers on your clit, you needed something more than just her brutal pace going in and out of your cunt knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to cum from just that.

“Please what, moya lyubov'?” She taunted, stilling her fingers all together but not pulling them out, just leaving you full enough to want more.

“Fuck me already!” You sobbed, turning your head to meet her eye, watching how she enjoyed breaking you down for her to play with.

“Are my fingers not enough for this slutty pussy? You need more? Desperate whore wants to get fucked?” She teased, pulling her fingers away from you completely and watching strings of wetness bead between her knuckles as she plays with your slick. She moans when she tastes you, fingers running your wetness across her tongue. “Get on your back.”

You watch as she walks away, pulling out a pre-rolled blunt and a lighter she stole from Natasha the last time the redhead was over. The black design stood out in the otherwise near darkness, the gold snake that wrapped around your favorite design in the stolen collection you both kept adding too. Wanda lit up, grimacing at the first hit that burnt the back of her throat. She blew the smoke out in a near perfect o shape, taking another drag before she came back to you. She passed off the blunt, climbing over top of you when you accepted it and took a drag. The grungy taste of smoke filled your mouth, adding to the heaviness in your limbs almost instantly.

“You ready?” She asked, positioning the bulbous head of the dildo with your entrance. You nodded, taking another drag before offering it to her. Her lips wrapped around it angelically, a stark contrast to how filthy the both of you were being. Wanda wasted no time, burying the dick in your pussy in one thrust, and setting a brutal pace as she fucked you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the blunt burning a hole in the comforter as ash fell off. You gasped at her brutal pace, reaching to set the blunt in the ashtray on your bedside table, immediately bringing your newly free hands to her back, digging your nails into her bare skin. Her tits bounced with each thrust, hanging over you with an invitation to pinch her perfectly pink nipples. Wanda's hands squeezed at your hips, gliding down your body until they reached your thighs. Pulling your legs further apart, the head of her cock rammed into your cervix, shooting white ropes of pleasure through every nerve in your body. Your back arched off the back, nipples pointed to the sky as you searched for more. The pebbled buds taunted your girlfriend, who leaned down hungrily and took one between her teeth, pulling at the sensitive flesh that was a one way shot to your clit.

“Please Wands, touch my clit.” You begged, tears welling in your eyes as pleasure built. Wanda's pace was brutal, and you were impossibly full, but she had still yet to touch your clit and every nerve in your body was burning with need.

“Hand me the vibrator.” She grit out through clenched teeth, leaving your nipples in favor of pointing to the scarlet vibrator she’d thrown on the bed before. Your hand fumbled to grab it, limbs shaking not only from the power of her thrusts but from desire. “God, I love this pussy.”

Wanda switched the vibrator to its second highest setting, settling it right on your sensitive nub. A sharp whine left your lips, back arching and hands searching for her skin. Your nails dragged marks down her back, your orgasm approaching quickly as she worked your over sensitive body.

“O-Oh, o-oh! Right there, r-right there!” You gasped, digging your nails into her hips, hips writhing to meet her thrusts and fall over the edge that was just out of reach. A hand slapped your cheek before moving onto pinch your nipples, your body alight with so many sensations you didn’t know how to react. “I-Im gonna cum! Mommy! O-oh I'm so close! I'm so close!”

Wanda slapped you again, shaking her head with pinched shut eyes, “Hold it.”

“I can’t!” You moaned, head thrown back and neck perfectly exposed for her to grab. Her fingers wrapped around your soft skin, squeezing in all the places that made you melt and worked you up simultaneously. Your head felt so heavy, your limbs each weighing a couple hundred pounds as they dropped onto the sheets and grabbed handfuls. “Wanda! Wanda I’m gonna cum! Im gonna cum!”

Minutes passed without a response from your partner, and the coil in your belly was desperately close to snapping with or without her permission, but before you could warn her, she was speaking, “Cum for me. Cum for me, slut.”

You came with a screech, but Wanda’s thrusts didn’t stop, they only seemed to amplify as she worked you through your climax and fought for her own, switching the vibrator to the highest setting despite the tears already falling from your eyes. “It’s too much. W-Wands it too much!”

Your body was alight will the combination of marijuana and alcohol, and your second orgasm was being pried from your body with a force that could break bones. Your teeth bit into your bottom lip so hard you could taste the metallic tell of blood, but the pleasure was so intense you didn’t care. “C-cum with me! Cum with me, dorogoy. Fuck. F-fuck.” The both of you exploded with a scream, Wanda dropping the vibrator somewhere on the bed and falling on top of you, heaving to catch her breath. The clock on your wall said it was after five am, and the drugs mixed with general exhaustion was pulling on her muscles.

“I love you.” She gasped, pressing soft kisses into your skin and wiggling until her feet weren’t dangling off the edge of the bed anymore. Her thighs were sticky from her orgasm, but neither of you cared to clean yourselves up. You kick your heels off, and Wanda undid the strap, throwing both objects somewhere in the room to clean and put away later.

Shimming out of your soaked panties, you grimace as the cold wetness brushed against your sensitive clit. “I love you too.”

A beat of silence fills the space, and you think she’s fallen sleep before she speaks again, “Did Maria really grab your ass?”

A giggle rustles your chests, and you shake your head while brushing your fingers through her tangled and sweaty hair. “She was too preoccupied with Nat to spare me a second glance.”

“You could’ve just asked to be fucked.” Wanda laughed.

“This was more fun.”

#wanda maximoff #stoner wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fic

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bloodmoonmuses · 2 months

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you want me so bad rn... | choi beomgyu

genre: beomgyu x reader, established relationship, fluff, drabble (600ish words)

summary: you and beomgyu go on a date to an aquarium, during which he leaves you more flustered than you anticipated.

warnings: the build up to the kiss gets a bit steamy, some suggestive language by my standards lol (but nothing explicit)

The bluish glow leaves a halo around Beomgyu’s face. It’s a random Thursday and the aquarium the two of you are at is practically empty. You admire him lovingly, warmed by his boyish infatuation with the twinkling fish. They refract like specs of glitter- orangey, yellow and gold in their flickering.

Beomgyu’s a walking a paint palette. You think of the colors you’d use to render his beauty- if you were bestowed with such a skill. A wash of watercolor, bleeding and pooling into the grooves of sturdy paper… the faintest of blues. Warm gray, like the clouds that hung in the sky the day you met him. Chestnut-y browns as a final touch- like his eyes, his hair, his guitar. You wish you had brought a camera, to immortalize the joy radiating off of him, but you’re left to rely on your faulty eyes (and memory).

“You’re staring,” says Beomgyu as he reads the placard next to the fishtank. Golden Dwarf, Tiger and Cherry Barbs. Schooling fish. They’re not to be in groups less than six.

“Can’t help it,” you simply say.

You’re certain the amazement in your eyes as you look at him parallels Beomgyu’s intrigue with the fish. It’s funny really; for a guy in such a glitzy career, he’s easily impressed. Beomgyu is also very contemplative. You liked watching him think, his brows furrowing and relaxing over and over again, or when he scrunches his nose. He does the latter right now, and you’re overcome with the urge to kiss it. Realizing you possess the privilege to do so, you reach over to take Beomgyu’s face in your hands. Instead of moving immediately, you linger there, drinking up his delicate features.

“Like what you see?” Beomgyu quirks an eyebrow, in that goofy way he does. He’s never serious, save for the purpose of expediting your impending demise (also known as making you fall in love with him). You answer him with the kiss you so desperately yearn for, barely touching your lips to the tip of his nose.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says. Then, Beomgyu pulls you into an embrace.

The fish tanks murmur in the background, the running water almost mimicking rainfall. Fluorescent lights sift through the glass creating wavy lines that dance on the wall. You could stay like this forever.

Beomgyu tilts your chin upward, fingertips grazing your skin just slightly. The touch is hypnotizing, clearing your mind of any coherent thoughts. All you can think of is Beomgyu. Beomgyu, who was born in spring. Beomgyu, who writes hushed ballads as dusk burns into dawn. Beomgyu, who loves you in his own way- patiently and attentively. His breath fans over your lips. Your face twitches for his touch, but all you can do is stand there. You’re frozen. It feels as though if you move, you’ll break into a million pieces. You silently beg him to move.

Beomgyu likes to tease you in this way, though he’d never admit it. He likes to see how quickly you get flustered and how intensely you crave his touch. A few times, he pretends to lean in, watching how you crane your neck. When he does this a third time, you sigh exasperatedly.

“Would you like me to kiss you?” he asks with a coy lilt. You nod feverishly. Beomgyu stifles a laugh. “Didn’t catch that.”

“Yes, please,” you manage to whisper. When he finally does kiss you, you’re somehow even more breathless. If only you could be outside of your body- you’d paint this too. Vermillion to render the blush that’s probably dusting Beomgyu’s cheeks, pink to match the tinge on your ears, green to commemorate how evergreen your love will remain. You deepen the kiss, moving impossibly closer to one another. When the two of you come up for air, chests heaving as if you’d ran a marathon, Beomgyu laughs.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“Oh… you want me so bad right now!” he teases.

“Whatever!” You hit his forearm, covering your embarrassed face with your other hand.

a/n: feedback is always appreciated! <333

#bloodmoonmuses #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu fic #beomgyu x reader #txt fic

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perpetuallydaydreaming · 1 year

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you have to kiss under the mistletoe, it’s the rules.

who knew a small bundle of leaves could change everything?

warnings/tags: no warnings,, james x female reader,, mutual pining,, oblivious!james,, down bad james,, he doesn’t know what a mistletoe is exactly but he’s trying

“you know that’s not a mistletoe right?” you said pointing at the bundle of greenery in james’ hands. “if that’s what you think you’re holding.”

craning your neck to look up at your fellow gryffindor trying and failing to tie what appears to be a branch to the ceiling

“what?” looking down at his hands and then sending you a frown, “of course it’s a mistletoe?”

“it’s not,” popping your hip and quirking your eyebrow. “that’s just a bunch of leaves.” looking down to the table beside his very wobbly ladder. the various collection of leaves and random flowers tied in red ribbons. picking one “mistletoe” from the bunch and twisting it on your fingers, fighting a smile to appear on your face. ignoring the growing fondness in your chest for james’ misstep.

“it is?” now he looks to the thing as if it had offended him in some way. “but sirius said it’s a mistletoe.” he whined still hovering high in the ceiling.

showing him the “mistletoe” in your hands, scoffing up a laugh, “this is literally an evergreen branch,” grabbing another from the bunch, “this one is just cherries and plastic leaves.”

he slowly came down with a whispered charm, pockets full of random greenery and berries. “are any of these mistletoes?”

“not even a single one.” you try to hold back a laugh, knowing he doesn’t do well when he’s undermined. looking at him mope and push around the decorations huffing, a slight pout on his lips. “why are you even putting these up in the common room?”

he flushed red, freezing in his woe, “i just,” he looked away, looking anywhere but you. eye darting from edge of the room to the other. “i thought the room could be more festive for the party.”

“you’re not using this as a ploy to kiss someone, are you?” you teased, desperately hoping for it to be false but masking it to sound nonchalant, “because that is just sleazy,” crossing your arms and looking at him pointedly.

you see him deflate and turn ever redder. the implication of his reaction making you frown for real this time.

“you were!” pointing at him, aghast.

he shook his head, “no!” looking at you now, “like you said it’s sleazy, so how could you even think i’d do that?”

you squint you eyes, suspicious, “you sound too guilty for someone claiming innocence.”

he scoffs, cheeks still tinted pink hastily grabbing the various leaves and ribbons, “i beg your pardon!” he gasped, “i’m not that desperate to rely on a plan to get someone to kiss me.”

“padfoot, we need cancel the plan.” james exclaimed the second he entered the dorm.

sirius sitting up from remus’ bed, leaves glued to the ends of fingers.

“what? why?”

james heaves a sigh, dropping the ribbons and leaves on the ground without a care, “she said doing this would be sleazy.”

“you told her the plan?” sirius screeched, pulling the stuck ferns on his fingers.

“no, she said it after seeing the leaves.” the curly haired marauder huffed offended that sirius thinks he’ll snitch, “these aren’t mistletoes, by the way.”

sirius looked down to the greens on his lap, “what?”

remus rolls his eyes, sitting up next to sirius, “i told you these aren’t mistletoes.”

sirius looks like his entire world is crumbling down, and james sort of knows how that feels, “then what are these?”

“leaves,” james replied, walking carefully to his bed.

“even these?!” pointing frantically to the red berries on the floor.

“i think those are just cranberries,” petter piped, throwing one in his mouth, “yup, definitely cranberries.”

sirius crosses his arms, indignant. “and you didn’t tell me after i tied about 50 of ‘em?”

peter shrugs, “thought you would have realized by the second one,”

before sirius could blow off at peter, remus turns to james and frowns, “you alright there mate?”

james slumping on his bed, glasses now lay perched top of his head. looking an image of utter defeat.

“what am i supposed to do now? i was going to use the mistletoe to confess,” he grumbled, looking down on his lap.

oblivious to sirius sitting up straighter on his bed, looking like he’s seen a ghost in the door left opened by james. remus following his boyfriend’s lead and seeing you standing in the middle of the entryway, your hands full of christmas decorations and some of the “mistletoes” james left in the common room.

james, bless his heart, still unaware of the heavy silence in the room—continued to moan about his ruined plan. “i was gonna give her the best damned kiss under the mistletoe and then when i’m looking into her eyes, i’ll say i like her and ask her to be my girlfriend. she’ll say she likes me back, of course, because it is just that good and then we’ll kiss again, and then everyone will just fade into the background and then we’ll have a son—“

by now peter has also noticed your presence, gestured for you to be quiet. the three of the marauders looking at each other and grinning

remus spoke first, “just tell her you like her then, it doesn’t have to be an elaborate plan.”

“and give her the most basic confession ever?” he scoffs, “i don’t think so.”

sirius held back a smirk itching to show on his face, “why bother jamie boy? it’s just a confession.”

“just a confession? it’s the start of our relationship! it’s going the story to tell to our kids and grandkids!” face turning red from frustration. “it’s gonna be the basis on how we start our relationship and you’re telling me it’s just a confession?!”

peter, his head on his hand, looking at james amused. “who are we talking about again?”

“y/n! we’re talking about y/n and how i like her and how i probably botched my chance to confess before the year ends, again, and having another year of unrequited pining again—“

“james?”

he freeze, feeling the blood in his veins stop, hearing your soft voice, the prettiest voice he had ever heard — he claimed before. and now even with a blurry vision, can see his friends looking at him all smug and goofy. and then he turns ever slowly, catching your figure standing in his dorm, looking as pretty as ever.

“y/n,” he muttered, “how much did you hear?”

you bit your lip to stop your smile from growing and failing, “not much.”

he was about to smile in relief, and probably deny and deny and never go back to hogwarts but then you spoke again,

“if we are going to have a son, what names do you think is nice?”

he plants his face on his pillow, face flashing red as he groans, “this is so embarrassing,”

you stepped closer, feeling your heart beat faster and fingers hot from embarrassment, but you pushed through. thinking this time is as good as any.

“do you like me?” you whispered once you were close enough to his bed, “james?”

he raises his head a little to see your gaze, his glasses sliding from his hair to his nose perfectly.

“no!”

you raise your eyebrows in shock, “no?”

he sits up properly now, shaking his head frantically, “i mean yes, i like you but,”

“but?” tilting your had slightly in question, and james hate how cute you look in this moment while he’s probably a raging mess.

“you weren’t supposed to find out this way,” he murmured, an embarrassed pout on his pink lips. “it was supposed to be spectacular.”

you sat down on his bed, hand dangerously close to his, “i like this version too.”

“really?”

“yes,” you whispered, the smile on your face now out for him to marvel at.

soon his smile mirrored yours. looking nothing but a bunch of fools sheepishly grinning at each other.

both of you almost forgot the audience in the room if not for the whistle remus gave that captured both of your attention. he was holding his wand, while the other two wolfishly grinned at the two of you, gesturing to look up.

you follow their instructions and saw green grapes with a fern, floating above your heads. you bit your lip to stop your laugh. you make a mental note to bring an actual mistletoe once you come back from the holidays.

you hear james clear his throat, looking to see his flushed cheeks and an almost hopeful glint in his eyes. adjusting in his seat and a small dimpled smile on his pretty face.

“should we?” he whispers, “it is a christmas tradition you know, no matter how sleazy.”

“i mean if we have to,” you sigh tired and irritated but the flushing smile on your face betrays you.

you wanted to point out it wasn’t a mistletoe so you really didn’t have to kiss, just to tease him a little longer. but his soft lips slowly melting unto yours, you decided to make an exception.

james grabs the back of your neck in hopes to deepen the kiss even more, as hoots and cheers starts bellowing in the room.

#perpetuallydaydreaming #it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas #james potter #james potter imagine #james potter x you #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #marauders #marauders era

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boyjumps · 22 days

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"Notice the quiet presence"

- Zen teaching to clear the mind -

A million roses make a song, and under the cherry blossoms in full bloom there is a great deal of drinking and singing. People are attracted to transient glamour in the same way as they follow fads.

On the other hand, the 'pine' tree, which remains unchanged, 365 days a year, evergreen is not talked about at the right time. However, its powerful appearance and verdant vitality are wonderful.

You want to realise that there are beings that are silently making the most of their life, not being swept away by the phenomena of a world that is so easily shifting.

Pine trees always look the same green, but in fact, in spring, young, tender yellow-green shoots emerge and the dark green leaves gradualy turning brown and fall off.

Even though it may look unchanged, the status quo cannot be maintained by sitting still.

The quiet change in the pine trees is a lesson for us all.

#zen #mindfulness #buddhism #wisdom #philosophy #nature #art #spring

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thorsenmark · 2 months

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I Am Blessed to Finding Heaven on Earth in the Places I Visit! by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A setting looking to the northeast from a front porch area at a bed and breakfast place I was staying in the area of Pagosa Springs, Colorado. The setting with a view beyond a front porch to a nearby meadow with evergreen trees and a backdrop of mountains with ridges and peaks of the San Juan Mountains in the distance. My thought on composing this image was to take advantage of the wooden porch for a view beyond that capture the feel of that mountain, western America landscape. The rest was later making adjustments with control points in DxO PhotoLab 7 to bring out the contrast, saturation and brightness I wanted for the final image. I also used the perspective tool in DxO PhotoLab 7 and eliminate any distortions from the alignment and angled view present. This is located at the Elk Trace Bed & Breakfast.

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aleksanderscult · 16 days

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Since we have officially entered the Aries' season I thought I should honor the fact that it's the Darkling's birthday! 🎉🎊

(No, we don't know his exact birthdate but we know he's an Aries. Anyways)

To celebrate it let's remember some facts about him.

Even though he was a Shadow Summoner, he loved bright colors. Blue, red, purple but most of all the color of sunlight.

Since we mentioned that he was a Shadow Summoner, isn't it endearing and ironic how he feared the dark when he was a child?

Once he didn't sleep for two nights because his mother had left him in a tent without a lantern.

He loved sweets! Cakes, pies etc. but his two favorites were a cake with cherries and sweet cream from Kerch and candies coated in sesame from Shu.

He had trouble mastering his powers as a child. He felt embarrassed for the fact that he couldn't make the Cut at the age of 13.

He could play the violin. 🎻

He was really intelligent from a very young age. Until the age of 13 he could speak three languages fluently and could read people and their behavior like an open book.

He was awkward and felt uneasy around children his own age since Baghra always kept them on the move and insisted not to let anyone touch him or for him to get close to someone.

He never met his father although he kept asking about him to his mother and wanted to meet him. The only thing he (possibly) ever knew was that he was a Heartrender.

He loooved nature. The trees and forests. The smell of them. Especially the evergreen trees. He even decorated his room in the Little Palace with carvings of trees.

Oh and he loves animals too! In the "Demon in the Wood" he got excited in the thought that he would see white tigers for the first time and Leigh once mentioned that he's kind to animals (we even saw that in "The Tailor" when he took time out of his duties to visit his horses, pat them and whisper to them soothingly).

And he actually saw those white tigers eventually.

Apparently he has great good looks to the point that he attracts others (and especially girls) like magnet since forever.

And his life was full of sex so he was experienced with it (Alina, your opportunity to fuck around and find out was literally right there).

The author confirmed (in 2014-2015, years before even the show came out) that he indeed harbored strong feelings for Alina and believed that they were destined for a future together (my man was ready to buy IKEA furnitures for their future house😭😭).

He had many, many half-siblings (one of them was a mermaid) and throughout the centuries he sought them out, out of a need for kinship, companionship and a desire to not be alone (🥲🔫)

This one is especially sad. He wasn't conceived out of love.

On another note though, his smell has been described as the smell of winter, forests and of the night.

In a solar eclipse his powers wouldn't be affected.

He's the Grisha with the most aliases in the Grishaverse (that's what living in a persecuted environment as a child does to you).

It's confirmed by the author that he was created after fantastical villains that she used to love, so please let that rumor that he was inspired after her abusive ex finally rest for good.

He had indeed fallen in love many times in the past but he kept witnessing the people he loved die from their mortality. At some point he just gave up on love and became more and more closed off. (Let's talk about the break he never had💀)

We might not know which person was the first he ever fell in love with, but we know which was the last one: Alina.

Do you remember those countless letters Alina was sending to Mal in "Shadow and Bone"? Well, the Darkling not only kept them secretly but read ALL off them.

He has a throat-neck fetish. And it's probably canon. The way he kissed Alina's throat every chance he got, the way he once nipped it, the collar and how he was always touching it.

According to Leigh, he didn't start wanting to be King. But this ambition came eventually after deeming it the only way to change things.

Kaz has been described as more selfish than Aleksander.

Well most of them turned out to be sad and tragic but that's because he had a tragic life and he himself was a tragic character.

Happy birthday to one of the best and most iconic book characters ever created. 🎉🎊

#and today we have a solar eclipse 👀#HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THAT LITTLE MEOW MEOW #I miss that fucker 🥹#the darkling #pro darkling #aleksander morozova #pro aleksander morozova #darklina #pro darklina #alarkling #pro alarkling #grishaverse #shadow and bone #alina starkov #grishaverse trilogy

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winchester-girl67 · 4 months

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Wild Hearts (Part 2)

Summary: Dean steals his father's car to give Y/N a ride home. The next day Y/N tags along to the dunes for sand surfing.

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Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,771

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 16, Dean is 20 but closer to 21), mentions of physical abuse by a parent, past injury (bruising/scars), mentions of death and alcoholism, John is an asshole in this one, underage drinking, angst, language, slow burn, mutual pining, a hint of jealousy, a bit of fluff

A/N: Sand surfing looks really fun. Didn’t think I’d get this finished before the new year. Happy holidays!

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Dean grabbed your hand every time the headlights of a car came into view and pulled you off more to the side of the road. Placing himself between you so the car would have to go through him to hit you. The last time he did it you held onto his hand and he didn't let go. Until you came up to a driveway that led to a small ranch style house sitting amongst the evergreens.

You spotted a cherry-condition, black muscle car sitting in the driveway, "No way! Is this your car?"

"Uh- yeah," he smiled, "-I mean, no. It's my dad's but yeah that's what we're taking." He stumbled out his words as if he was nervous.

You trailed your finger up the hood of the car, "Sixty-seven?"

"You know your cars." He smirked.

"My dad used to drag me to every car show he could when I was younger. On those days he did get off work." You said, admiring the freshly waxed black paint. "And as a result, I developed a thing for pre-seventies muscle."

"Baby's the only thing my father has ever loved." Dean said and you frowned, "Aside from my mother. She passed away when Sammy was born."

"Baby?"

"It's what he calls the car."

You nodded. "Who's Sammy?"

"My little brother," he explained with an edge of protectiveness, "He's sixteen, too." He bit the split in his lip until it bled and kicked the front tire with a glare. "He's probably passed out by now," and somehow you knew he was talking about his father again, "But you better wait out here." He said, pushing you off to the side of the house so you blended with the shadows of the trees lining it. "Y/N, if you hear anything... Do not come inside."

Then he turned around and headed for the door, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your gut. The way he spoke about his father, loving four wheels and engine more than his sons. Dean looked pained at the thought and his eyes greener when they glided over his father's Impala.

Then it hit you, his warning. His father wasn't a good man.

You left the shadowed tree line and peered through one of Baby’s windows. Fast food bags littered the front bench seat and a half a bottle of liquor lay on the floor. Your skin started to crawl at the thought of Dean's father coming home half-pissed and taking his day out on his sons. No doubt Dean only stuck around for his little brother. You wondered if Sam had endured the same type of injuries or if Dean always stood between them. Somehow you already knew the answer.

The screen door shut with an audible creak and Dean reappeared on the porch, "Y/N?" He whisper shouted as he scanned the area you were supposed to wait. "Y/N."

"Over here," you matched his tone.

"Got 'em." He jingled the keys for you to see. "Let's push her out onto the street before we start her though." He opened the driver's door, "Here, you steer, I'll push."

"You're not gonna get in trouble, are you?" You hesitated, you didn't think you could bear to see more bruises on him, or worse.

He gave you a cocky smile, "I'm not gonna get caught."

You slid in behind the wheel and shifted into neutral, taking a moment to appreciate Baby's beauty despite the mess of trash in the front seat. Meanwhile Dean ran around to the bumper and started pushing the car down the driveway. You braked when you got to the edge of the street, throwing open the door and letting Dean take over as you slid over to the passenger side.

The car grinded to a stop as he pulled up in front of your house. It was a beautiful car but the whole ride felt like a tin can rolling over bumps in the road and the muffler rattled against the undercarriage the entire time. His father didn’t seem like the type to put his time or money into anything that couldn’t give back to him. Which apparently included keeping up maintenance on Baby.

"For someone who's supposed to love this car," you flicked a used ketchup packet onto the floor and wiped your sticky fingers on your jeans, "He's shit at taking care of it."

"Imagine if he didn't love her." Dean's eyes were lost on the dashboard, deep in some solitary thought. "He didn't deserve her and he doesn't deserve this car." For a moment you thought he must've been talking about his mother. You wondered if the abuse started before or after her passing. You didn't ask. "Are you busy tomorrow?"

"Um."

"It's fine if you didn't mean it. About being my friend. But I was gonna go sand surfing and I thought that might be something you'd like to do. Something friends do." He shrugged. "I-I'm not trying to be creepy. Just friends."

"I don't think you're creepy," you shook your head and met his sad smile, "I'd love to go, sand surfing? What is that?"

He laughed, "It's like snowboarding but down a sand dune. It's easy, I'll teach you. Fall's the best time for it because the sand won't burn you."

"That sounds fun."

"Good, I'll pick you up," he said and then added, "My friend's driving. There'll be others there too, but they're not like your brother's friends."

"I don't like my brother's friends."

"These are good people," he smiled, the bruised part of his face hidden in the shadows of the car and you almost forgot about it. He had a nice smile, he didn't show too many teeth or too much gums. "I'll give you my number, in case you decide to cancel."

You laughed silently but let him enter his phone number into your cell. Then you texted him so he'd have yours, too.

"Thanks for the ride, Dean." You reached over and gave him a quick side hug. He didn't even have a chance to react but stared at the dash again and nodded when you pulled away. "Text me when you get home or I'll worry."

"You don't have to worry about me, Y/N, I'm not a child." He said cordially.

He'd obviously picked up on you putting the pieces of his home life together, his injuries, his father, how much he was risking by stealing Baby tonight. Dean was tall and built enough to protect himself, but nobody should stand alone and clearly his father was still bigger and stronger.

"People worry about you in every stage of life, Dean. At least they should. I will." He looked over at you and matched your frown.

"But you only just met me."

His words echoed in your ears well after you showered and crawled into bed. Dean brought about so many feelings in you that you didn't know which to follow. You felt butterflies, and mutual affection like you'd known each other longer than you did, and an untethered desire to protect him, which was absurd because although he was skinny, he could toss you over his shoulder and spin you around if he wanted to. His bruises and scars made you feel helpless, but his smile made you happy because you could tell he felt lighter, too.

You checked your phone and found a message from him.

Dean: Mission impossible accomplished. See you tomorrow.

Y/N: Thanks for texting. Goodnight, Dean.

Dean: Night, Y/N.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't developing a crush. You sighed and rolled over in bed. What could you do, nothing. He'd get into a lot more trouble than you.

Sleep did not come easy after that and you woke up before you thought you'd even fallen asleep. You groaned and rolled over in bed when you heard your phone buzz.

Dean: Good morning, Y/N.

Y/N: Geez, you wake up early. What time is it?

Dean: You're literally looking at your phone.

Y/N: Omg! It's 6am, what is wrong with you?!

Dean: You know the saying, early bird...

Y/N: The sun isn't even awake yet, Dean.

Dean: You're grumpy in the morning.

Dean: Just wanted to let you know we'll pick you up around noon.

Dean: Y/N? You still wanna come, right?

Y/N: Yeah! Sorry, I'm tired.

Dean: Awesome. Just one question before you pass out on me. Benny's bringing a grill, so we're making hotdogs for lunch. You're not a vegetarian are you?

Y/N: Yeah...

Y/N: I'm joking. No, I'm not.

Dean: Good, our friendship might've ended right there.

Dean: Just kidding. Go back to sleep.

You smiled at your phone a little too long before you locked it and went back to sleep for a few hours.

"Hey, sweetie. You're awake early." Your mother said when you walked into the kitchen around ten. It was early compared to your typical Sunday morning. "Have fun last night?"

You nodded, not wanting to get into the events of your brother or his friends from the bonfire. Your mom seemed to accept the answer and you assumed your brother made it home at some point without her noticing the hour.

You got along with your parents well enough. You never really got into any trouble and you weren’t sure they even knew how to ground you if you did. Besides, your dad wasn’t around much lately, it seemed his new promotion kept him at the office longer than necessary. Which was where he was now. On a Sunday, at ten A.M.

You didn't know what you wanted to do when you grew up, but you knew you wanted to have balance in your life. Something you thought your dad didn't understand. You couldn't remember the last time he brought you to a car show, you couldn't remember the last time you'd asked him to bring you either.

"Your dad said he'd be home for dinner and your brother probably won't be up until mid-afternoon. What time did you two get in last night?" She asked, sipping on her coffee.

You didn't have a curfew because you never had the need for one and your parents oddly trusted you. You didn't do crazy shit to make them worry about you but sometimes you wanted to, if only just for the attention. So you knew she was just curious when she asked.

"I dunno," you shrugged, not wanting to get into why you didn't know and that you didn't come home with your brother. "I'm going out with some friends for lunch."

"That sounds fun," you weren't sure if she was even listening anymore or just saying that.

Your family had gotten better at not actually listening to each other lately. But you ignored that fact yourself and grabbed a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

At eleven-thirty, you threw on a pair of high-rise jeans and an oversized t-shirt that you knotted at the waist. You also pulled on a flannel shirt in case it got chilly which was the way the weather was turning lately. Then you texted Dean.

Y/N: Text when you get here, I'll come out and meet you.

You wanted to avoid an awkward interaction with your mother. Especially since your brother was awake now and slamming the kitchen cupboards. He wouldn't really care but he was nosey and would start something if he saw how much older Dean was. And you doubted a few hours would've helped much with the bruising on his face. That wouldn't be fair to make Dean explain how he'd got them to complete strangers. Especially since you were pretty sure you knew how he'd gotten them.

Dean: We're here.

You shouted a 'Bye' as you ran out of the house, hearing your brother ask your mom where you were headed before the door slammed shut behind you. You shoved your phone into your back pocket and ran down the driveway to where a red Jeep waited. Dean stood outside, leaning against the door.

He smiled when he saw you run up, "Hey."

"Hi." You said, noticing his face falling, "What's wrong?"

"I feel like we're sneaking around," he glanced back at your house as if he expected someone to come running out after you. "Feels wrong."

"I just didn't want you to have to deal with the inevitable questions about, you know," you pointed to the left side of his face. "But if you want I can introduce you before we go... Or you could come over Friday for family dinner and give that a little more time to heal."

He stared at you for half a second then shoved his hands in his pockets, "Family dinner sounds nice."

"Great, I'll set it up tonight!" You smiled brightly and touched his arm, "Feel better?"

He swallowed and nodded and you heard someone shout impatiently from inside the Jeep. Dean opened the backdoor for you and climbed in after you. You sat in the middle next to a guy with black hair and blue eyes who looked about the same age as Dean.

"Hey, I'm Cas." The guy greeted you as you settled in.

As soon as the door was closed the Jeep pulled out onto the road with a bounce from a pothole the tire hit.

A small brunette in the middle front seat turned around and waved, "I'm Ruby, Sam's girlfriend," she pointed to a lanky guy with long brown hair next to her who offered you a smile.

They looked about the same age as you, at least you knew Sam was. You noticed right away Sam didn't have any bruises or obvious scars. You felt a bit proud of Dean for that and also a little sorry that he didn't have someone like himself to have his back.

"That's Benny," Dean said, pointing to the guy driving. "Benny say ‘Hi’."

"Hi." He glanced in the rearview mirror.

"He's quiet until you get to know him." Dean explained.

Benny, by far, looked the oldest of the bunch. Maybe it was because he hadn't shaved in a couple of days or maybe it was because he was built like a linebacker. But either way he didn't seem to like you. It was just a vibe you got in the split second your eyes connected. It practically radiated off him and you wondered if you were the only one picking up on it.

"So, Y/N, how come I never see you at school?" Ruby asked, spinning around in her seat to face you completely and bumping into Benny who growled. Maybe it wasn't just you. "You're not home schooled are you?"

"No, I go to one near my dad's work." You explained quickly, not really wanting to talk about school.

"Where does your dad work?" Sam asked this time.

“At Sandover Bridge and Iron. He’s the Director of Sales and Marketing.” You bounced your eyebrows. Really all that means is he’s barely around anymore.

"That's cool," he said, shifting his eyes to Dean for a second.

"Oh," Ruby’s brown eyes widened for a second and you knew what she was thinking.

"Yeah."

"Am I missing something?" Dean asked, glancing between the two of you.

"It’s a private school." You explained and it seemed to dawn on him. "What are you smirking at?"

"You have to wear a uniform, don't you?" He smiled so wide the split in his lip threatened to pull again.

"If you must know, yes, and it is the bane of my existence." You rolled your eyes dramatically to make your point.

"So, like a plaid skirt with those long socks?"

"Careful, Dean. We're friends, remember?" You whispered to him and he opened his mouth to respond, but then snapped it shut and turned to stare out the window.

Ruby pouted, resting her chin on the back of the seat, "That's too bad. You could've sat with us at lunch and I would've shown you around. Dean says you're new."

"Yeah," you sighed. That would've been nice to know someone in school. You had begged your parents to let you go to a public school this time, but they insisted. "Too bad."

Dean had gotten really quiet and you nudged him with your elbow. He turned to smile and swallow thickly before turning a cold-shoulder and staring out the window again. You had only been teasing, but you didn't want him getting any ideas that would only result in him getting in trouble.

"How do you guys know Dean?" You asked, directing the question at Cas since Benny didn't seem to be much of a talker.

"We grew up together. Well, me and Dean did." Cas explained, "Benny just kind of showed up one day and we couldn't get rid of him." Benny growled and Cas winked in the rearview mirror. "He really is a teddy bear once you get to know him."

Once you got to the beach Benny didn't park in the parking lot, instead he drove out onto the beach and down the shore for a long time until you were surrounded by only dunes of sand. It would've taken forever to walk there. He parked at the top of the dunes and everyone filtered out of the Jeep. The guys grabbed the boards from the trunk and Benny got to setting up his grill. You guessed he wasn't really into sand surfing.

Dean said he was going to teach how to surf, but he was already halfway down the dune with Cas when you looked. And Sam and Ruby were flirting as they carried their boards over to join them and you didn't feel like third wheeling it today, so you hung back with Benny.

"Need a hand?" Your voice was softer than you'd like it to be but you found him intimidating, even if he wasn't nearly as tall as Dean or Sam who was a moose at sixteen and probably still growing.

"Thought you came for that," he pointed at the dune where the others had run off to and you saw a couple extra boards stuck in the sand at the top. But you still didn't know how to surf, never even been snowboarding. And those surfboards looked a lot more like snowboards. You'd hurt yourself for sure without knowing how to turn or stop. "I hope you know what you're doing with him."

Your eyes snapped back to Benny's and you squinted, "Excuse me."

He raised his hands and his eyebrows, "His home life is... undesirable. I know you know what I mean. Last thing he needs is your parents on top of his own."

You didn't think your parents would bat an eye at Dean. Mainly because they were wrapped up in their own lives and didn’t pay you much attention. But if they did notice, you wondered if they would dislike Dean enough to turn what you have with him into something wrong and indecent. You'd like to think they wouldn't because it wasn't. But it's a parent's job to be protective of their child.

"We're just friends."

"Not the way he looks at you." Benny cocked his head and started setting up the foldable stand for the grill. "He's not thinking when he's around you. And don't get me wrong, I like seeing him happy, he's been there for me more times than I can count, but- Do you have any idea what his father would've done if he knew Dean took that car out last night. If that's the way he looks after spilling paint in the garage..." You didn't know what to say and opened your mouth like a fish out of water before he continued. "Dean's never done anything like that before. I'm just asking you to be careful with him. He has two years left and then he and Sam can get the hell out of there."

"Why two years?" That's all you could manage to ask.

"Dean's tried to get custody of Sam since he turned eighteen but the lawyers always tell him the same thing. He's too young himself, with no steady income and no decent living quarters. Going through courts takes time and money and Sam would likely age out before that time." He explained as you fiddled with the knot in your t-shirt.

"How'd you know about the car?"

"I live next door, I helped him push it back up the driveway so his father wouldn't wake up and hear the engine."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I mean, I kind of knew but I guess I believed him when he said it would be fine." You watched your shoes and tried to still your bottom lip. "Just so you know, I'm not trying to cause him any more pain. We just kind of connected last night and I like him. I'm not gonna do anything that'll get him in trouble though. I promise."

"Kid, I'm not worried about you doing the dumb shit. I'm worried about him." He scratched his slight beard. "It's not fair to ask you to think for the both of you."

"It's not fair to ask me to not be his friend either."

"I couldn't ask that of you."

You kind of missed quiet Benny and the afternoon was starting to feel a lot like last night with your brother's friends. You wiped a tear threatening to fall down your cheek when you were sure Benny wasn't looking; everyone else taking a second run down the dune after climbing back up. You stood around and kicked at the sand until you could feel grains in your shoe.

"Hey, cher, can you grab me the hotdogs from the cooler?" Benny asked and nodded towards the cooler next to the Jeep.

You didn't bother digging around and just brought him the whole cooler. He split open the pack of hotdogs and started grilling. Then pulled a can of beer from the cooler and opened it. He handed it to you and grabbed his own. You wondered if you actually had to drink it, but he clearly saw that you were upset and it was a peace offering of sorts. So you took a sip.

The fifth sip wasn't so bad and the seventh went down even easier. But it still tasted gross and you still didn't see the point. Maybe just a little warmth in your cheeks.

Sam and Ruby were the first to run back over when Benny rang the dinner bell. Followed by Cas and Dean. Dean eyed the beer can in your hand and you took another sip before you grabbed a hotdog and walked away.

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Part 3

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33 @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28 @backseat-of-deans-67chevy

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sminiac · 3 months

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡— Not Just Serendipity !

⋆ Lee Sohee + Reader

Contains — Strictly Fluff, Absolute nonsense, I listen to too much Laufey

“You think we’ll last?” He bears distant eyes and a cherried tongue with the silly question, communicating to you that he’s unbridled with consternation about the comfort he finds in laxity.

“Do you want me to sock you in your mouth?”

Sheepishly he shakes his head, cleaning his slate of any sour sentiment that hints at him ever doubting the strength of your connection.

“No— I mean like, the world, or.. the universe! Do you think it’ll treat us gently as lovers.” The end of his sentence is soft, mirroring his exterior of a hopeful expression as he stares at the sky, it’s never ending blue that birds cut through with an overwhelmingly large landscape ahead of them that they’re eager to explore.

They remind you of the boy whose fingers toy with your hair now, so bright faced with life and curiosity. You smile. “All we can do is hope, y’know? But even that feels frail in itself compared to what comes tomorrow.” You shift to your side, hands cradled underneath your chin, “Does that make sense?”

Sohee nods, his motions unceasing, “You always make sense.” He’s warm from within like a quaint house in an isolated vista of soft grass and evergreen trees, not even the sun could get him to settle for a cool faintness in gift of its light. He retained his own affection in a harmless way, the innocence of his being concerningly genuine.

Your hand abandons its hold, reaching up to pinch sweetly at his soft cheek. “Think I was just made especially for you, ‘hee.” Your arm sways as he stills, a pained smile taking over his face at the overly sweet gesture, but he doesn’t lean back onto his arms to dodge his way out of your attention, he’d never. “Yeah? Why do you think that?”

He already has an idea in his head, but he likes hearing you talk, for hours and hours and hours, if you were a podcast he’d hope that it ran for an excessively long time, even then he’d return, everyday, urging you to ‘tell it again’ even if you began to grow tired of the stories. You let go of his cheek, settling back into the cushion of his lap under your head, “You just, know.”

“I know?”

“You understand me to a point where I feel like our souls were split before we were even of existence.”

He smiles, a breath puffed through his nose in a laugh at the quickness, your certainty, distracted away from the scene outside by the way you watch so intently as he speaks with sparkling eyes. “And that’s why we’re here now? I wish I could’ve given you more then baby, maybe if I knew— I would’ve done more.”

“Mmh, no, I think I would’ve really- actually socked you in your mouth then.”

This time an audible laugh evades his mouths, his chest shakes and you can see the way his tummy moves under the thin t-shirt you’ve become the shared owners of, “Yeah, maybe I’d actually leave that one untouched if it meant I didn’t receive a fist to the face.”

As his laugh dwindles his eyes stay focused on yours, briefly flitting between your features, what makes you, you. “Do you wanna know why?”

“Why baby?” He responds gingerly.

“Because I was never meant for extravagance, the limelight, the money, just for you, only you- and not that you aren’t extravagant honey, I think you’re the most perfect boy, but how many people can really say that they adore their partner inside out? Not many, not at all.”

You make his face warm, so warm, his heart feels like it’s expanding, like if he looks any further down it would be piercing through his bones, searching for the kindness of your hands, because you’re always so kind, so fond of him, he knows you’d hold it carefully, keep it safe for the rest of his days.

“I was meant for the gentleness of your hands, your lips, the eggs that you can’t cook by yourself because of the quickness of our stove and how overwhelmed you get because of it, your indecisiveness, the longevity of your cologne, your text messages, how you hate tying your shoelaces when they come loose. Don’t you think so, too?”

“Always,” he soothes, finding your hand, bringing it back up to his face so he can press a smiley kiss to your skin. “you do so much for me, ‘s no way I could ever think of someone else taking your spot, it would be hard for them to fulfill anyways. Completely Impossible to.”

#lee sohee #lee sohee x reader #lee sohee imagine #riize lee sohee #riize sohee #riize sohee x reader #riize sohee fluff #sohee #riize #riize fluff #riize x reader #riize imagines

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stirringwinds · 2 months

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i like thinking about the helltalia nations and nature imagery, and with kiku we understandably associate him with chrysanthemums and sakura for obvious reasons but 🤔 another motif that i think is really nice to think about is the Japanese black pine (kuromatsu). first of all, we see loads of them in different aspects of Japanese culture: in bonsai, poems, art and woodblock prints including those by hiroshige.

and even more suitably—they’re painted on the walls and screen doors of places like Ninomaru palace, which was commissioned by the first Edo-era shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu. everything in the decorations was political symbolism. it was explained that the shogun's power was represented with birds of prey, tigers—and the japanese pine trees—because they’re eternally evergreen throughout the seasons. ergo, ieyasu was making a point about the unending power of his family. of course, shoguns come and go, and whole regimes fall—but as a nation, kiku really is as eternal and evergreen as a black pine, compared to how the humans around him are akin to the beautiful but transient cherry blossoms of spring. i really like this thought because y'know, nations may not age, but they aren't unchanging statues unaffected by the currents of history either—and trees capture that blend of change and watchful immortality.

#hetalia #hws japan #hetalia headcanons

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throneofsapphics · 4 months

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ERIS'S DAUGHTER X READER BUT BOTH OF THEIR PARENTS FIND OUT ABOUT IT. I NEED THEIR REACTIONS.

Ps: Love your writing! 🥳

-~Cherry Anon~ 🍒 🌸

stolen moments and chance meetings pt3

Eris’s Daughter x Reader (Nessian’s daughter)

Summary: A stolen moment together leads to tough conversations and tense encounters.

Warnings: none

A/N: ahhh thank you! I had to jump on this, I squealed when I saw it and my mind raced. (part one) (part two)

“Well. Isn’t this interesting,” a smooth and cold voice commented, dragging you quite rudely out of your brief escape.

That voice. You knew that voice. The High Lord of the Autumn Court. His daughter currently had you pinned up against a wall, and not with a knife to your throat.

There wasn’t any getting out of this, any explaining it away. Cora stiffened against you, before taking a step back. Eyes still on you, filled with slight alarm - and … maybe a hint of relief. You took the brief pause to straighten yourself, squaring your shoulders back, but keeping your arms loose at your sides.

Watching her mask fall in place, the cool and collected calm, she grabbed your hand before turning to face the small audience.

The High Lord Eris, and your parents, as well as Nyx lingering in the background.

Sorry, his voice slipped into your mind, I tried to keep them away.

It was bound to happen. He disappeared. The sound of the ball still came in the background, the scent of pine from the evergreen dragged into the court, festive music floating distantly through the space.

Refocusing on the present, you found everything at a standstill. Time seemed to stop as all of the parties weighed each other. Nobody spoke. Cora was currently staring down her father, and with a harsh swallow you looked at your parents. Your mother looked amused, your father concerned and very on edge - actually, he looked ready to grab you and spirit you out of here. A hand, your mothers, gripped his shoulder - keeping him right in place. It was one thing for Nyx to know, but for them … well, it certainly made things more official.

It was common knowledge Cora was a skilled courtier with a silver tongue and quick wit. Gods, they’d seen her throughout the years, ever since she began visiting Hewn City with her father, around five years ago. The two of you had never shown anything other than cordial acquaintance in public - only Nyx knew somewhat of the extent of your actual relationship, if you could call it that.

The Winter Solstice ball at the Court of Nightmares. Maybe it was foolish of the two of you, but you’d gone so long without seeing each other that you couldn’t resist sneaking away just for a few moments. A silent conversation with Nyx, and he agreed to try and keep the attention away for a few minutes. Glancing at the clock beyond, a few minutes had turned into ten. It was too easy to lose track of time with her.

The High Lord’s attention turned to you, and instinctively your wings tucked in tight. He tracked the movement, and his mouth curved up at the corner - briefly. In your peripheral, your father bristled, and Cora’s hand tightened around yours. Because of her father, or yours?

This male, you’d heard several versions of. According to Cora, he was an attentive - if not a bit tough, father. According to your parents … not quite as flattering, but not horrible either.

He wasn’t speaking, and you’d be damned if you were the first to break the silence. Instead of words, you chose to squeeze Cora’s hand, taking a step closer to her and hoped your eyes conveyed the words you hadn’t actually spoken aloud to her; I love your daughter, mixed with a you’ll have to pry her out of my cold dead hands. He didn’t shift, not a flicker of emotion. Maybe you should try and master your mothers ‘slay your enemies’ look.

Normally the portrait of smooth self-assurance, his pale face was stone cold. Unreadable, but the lack of the usual expression showed he wasn’t exactly pleased with this turn of events. Better than outright distaste, you supposed. Not by much.

“Let’s go,” he reached out a hand for Cora.

She assessed, paused, and turned to you, lips barely grazing over your ear - somehow speaking just loud enough for you to hear, “this isn’t over. I’ll be in touch,” and dropped your hand, confidently striding towards him, without a look back. In touch. That could mean so many different things.

Two heads of auburn hair retreated, two sets of shoulders held high and walking with every bit of elegance and power.

As soon as they disappeared from sight, you couldn’t help how your face fell, back pressing in against the stone, head tilting up towards the ceiling.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you said - before they could throw some kind of remark out there. Gods, if they tried to insult her … you fought down the bit of anger that surged at the mere possibility.

Your mother approached you first, holding onto your hand, your father a pace or two behind. “Is she good for you?”

“If she’s not i’ll -” you admired how easily she cut off your father’s words, just with a raised hand.

“I think so.” Not a great answer, but the best you could give. Sure, she’d stolen your fucking heart, but there wasn’t a chance to really be together, not as a traditional couple could.

While your mother was infuriatingly unreadable, you knew all of your emotions shone through at once, and sure enough she studied you to the point of uncomfortability.

Shifting on your feet, you dropped her hand. “Won’t our absence be noted?”

“Go back, Cassian.” With something like a grumble, he did, not before catching your eye first - a promise, we’ll talk about this later. You all but rolled your eyes at him. “How long?” She turned on you.

“Over three years.”

A slight widening of her eyes. “I knew there was someone,” her head tilted. “Maybe I should’ve asked a few more questions.”

“I’m not going to ask for your approval,” you said - too quickly.

The look she gave you almost made you shift on your feet, but her lips curved up at the corners and she nodded once. “Good.”

“Good?” Your jaw dropped.

“You’re aware of what you’re getting yourself into.” A statement, not a question. Were you? Maybe not, but you’re in this now and little would stop you from seeing it through. As far as Cora would let you.

“Yes,” you tried to imbue as much confidence as possible into that one word.

Her eyes narrowed briefly, but she didn’t say anything else, turning back towards the ballroom, waiting for you. Gathering your skirts with one hand, you took a breath, stilling your mind, and followed.

By the time you returned, Cora and her father were gone.

Walking away from you, towards her father, was a different kind of misery. It took all of her not to look back at you. But, before she could figure the rest of this out, there was some damage control to do on her part. She didn’t care about her father’s approval, but she knew he’d be disappointed she hid this from him for so long, and once he asked she wouldn’t be able to lie to him. He always knew. The disappointment would sting.

He winnowed them further away than he normally would, giving them a bit of time to walk. Away from prying ears and eyes.

“How long?” He asked first.

“A little over three years.” Three years, two months, and fifteen days if she was being exact - since the first time she kissed you.

Her eyes met yours across the ball room. You were looking again, but so was she. She angled her head very briefly towards a side corridor, and slipped out - waiting to see if you’d take the bait. Of course, you knew each other casually - but this might be one of the riskiest things she’s done. If it actually worked.

A few minutes later, you appeared, stopping just a few feet away. Cora stepped closer. Closer. You didn’t move or flinch. Later, she would be able to tell who moved first, but your lips met in a frenzy of passion and subtly built need. Sweet, gods your lips tasted so sweet.

“I’m impressed I haven’t found out yet,” he mused, his sharp eyes cutting to look at her. “You could’ve told me.”

She paused, heels digging into the ground. “And listen to you call her a brute?”

He had the good sense to choose his next words carefully. “Any daughter of Nesta Archeron could not be classified as a brute.”

Her chin lifted, “I won’t ask for your approval. I won’t stop seeing her, unless she asks to.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

She raised her brows. “No arguments against it?”

A short laugh. “I could give you hundreds of arguments against it, but I know which battles to pick.”

“So you’re just … fine with it?”

“I thought you weren’t asking for my approval,” he shot back at her.

“I’m not,” she flicked auburn hair over her shoulder, “only expressing my surprise.”

They fell into step next to each other, the rest of the walk in comfortable silence. He wasn't ‘fine with it,’ she knew that much. Not because it’s you, but he’d never think anyone was good enough for her. Besides, he’d promised her early on she’d never be treated as some kind of bargaining tool, unless she chose to.

Bargain.

That was a dangerous word, an even more dangerous line of thinking. To be with you, she feared how much she’d trade. Perhaps too much.

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