#i dont know :( i let him wander off i hope hes not angry at me

[trickstarbrave]

Hello! I am here to inform you that I would happily read a 10 page essay about Alduin's Bane. Spoilers are a highlight. Your Elder Scrolls lore is incredible and I am frothing at the mouth for more.

oh man now i have decision paralysis i have so much to talk about given the fic is over 150k (somehow. i cant believe i wrote that much) uhhhhhh im just gonna give some bullet points of what i can think of

>originally was going to just be a oneshot centered around the past that would have been the first 3-ish chapters but i liked it so much i had continued it

>hell i had debated actually naming eyja or not for a while lol

>originally fengr wasn't going to be in the story, but i actually liked him the more i thought about him. he is supposed to be the archtypical box art "dragonborn" bethesda markets (except two handed weapons instead of dual wielding). i thought he made a good foil and could help drive some of the character development and give eyja more to connect her to the world and also because i wanted to use him as a foil for another character

>i did intend for sheogorath to be the champion of cyrodiil. not everyone agrees with this theory but i liked it. i also hope i did a better job making the quest more interesting. i was really proud of connecting the weird, seemingly disjointed dream world quests to our main character's psyche and problems rather than being just a cheap joke

>i also LOVE sanguine if you couldn't tell. writing him was some of my favorite stuff. genuine chaos and debauchery. he technically had the right idea

>i had a big plan in mind for a side plot where The Gang currently (fengr, serana, eyja, alduin) run into cicero and the listener who were tasked with assassinating the dragonborn and instead ask for their help to take down astrid who they know is planning on turning on them. this was going to lead to a full blown assassination of the current emperor, but for the life of me i couldn't think of a satisfactory way to connect the plot to the rest of the story without feeling like i was forcing a block through a circular hole so it has been indefinitely tabled. if it makes it back in the story then it does but so far i'm not planning on it. but if you're wondering what happened to our dear little jester he is off helping rebuild the dark brotherhood with his wood elf listener

>in my fic to be mentioned later alduin actually got so angry he ripped off solstheim as a provide from mainland skyrim and flung it off into the ocean during a big ass battle

>i remember some ppl saying alduin could be akin to shiva. whether or not you like this idea or think it is credible i was a lil inspired by the myths of sati and parvati in the loosest of ways

>im still very proud that i made bleakfalls barrow originally designed and built to be eyja's tomb. in functions VERY much as a tutorial dungeon in many aspects with like blatant plot hooks in the form of the dragon stone and word wall that we just dont see in other tombs. not to mention it is very large and in your face, something you expect to be of bigger importance, and delphine wanted the dragon stone for some unexplained reason, so. head dragon priest's tomb it is. but alduin wouldn't actually let her be buried there, which only lead to credence to the mainstream belief that konahrik had defected or betrayed alduin and he had killed her in a rage.

>how she got the mask i just realized i never explained. basically my bullshit reason was she owns the mask. the mask was sealed off to wait for a new owner if one ever came, and then was lost to time. dragon priests arent really supposed to "die" in my telling of events so she got the mask by wandering in and it opened up for her assuming she was the original owner here to claim it. it does not do this for literally anyone else

>alduin kind of fucking sucked at sex. i hint at this in several ways but in their first lifetime he just fucking sucked at it. i cannot fully stress how just bad and clumsy he was. this immortal dragon god of the end of time was a complete virgin and it showed. if it wasn't for the fact he was a god she adored i dont think eyja would have put up with it. but luckily she taught him better.

>they were together i estimate in the ballpark of 60 years prior to her being killed. a very fun time for the people of skyrim given alduin wasnt randomly flying overhead to munch on them

>i wanna work more on serana and alduin's dynamic bc i think it is very funny. she's gotten over her panic into just normal rational fear and questioning her sanity of "wait the actual dragon god??? thats who im traveling with????"

>as far as dragon priests knew it was an open secret eyja and alduin were fucking. the general public didnt know but most of the priests knew. and most of the dragons but they were more confused by the concept of actually having sex which seemed weird in general

actual big spoilers under the cut for people who dont wanna see:

>fengr is, in the next little mini arc we're about to do with curing lycanthrope, about to be revealed as also a dragonborn. i like to imagine that was akatosh's back up plan or something. i wont reveal all of what the revelation entails to keep that fun and exciting

>also to be mentioned: molag bal has beef with alduin and eyja because her mask is actually made of daedric ivory. alduin went "i need a cooler material for her mask to be made out of" and went all the way to a realm of oblivion to kill one of molag bal's big ass daedra. this has lead to much of molag bal's beef with dragons

>several members of the thalmor were investigating the masks (this is canon) and took a particular interest in both eyja's and the time traveling unnamed mask. this wooden mask alduin had made in hopes it could bring eyja back (it failed)

>back to the sati and parvati myths uhhhh part of that has translated to miraak and his motivations. i hope you didn't have "miraak is past life eyja's ex" on your bingo card because you will not be able to check that off. miraak was her father.

>in that regard i had to think a lot about how having kids would be handled by dragon priests. i dont see miraak actually raising any children he had, and he probably had a variety of concubines and wives to sleep with as i imagine most of the other dragon priests did, but no time to actually get attached. so she probably only had some status and little interactions with him prior to this, but boy was miraak mad he couldnt just use her influence for his own gain. idk if i will get to mention all this part in my fic lol

>finding out one of his kids actually inherited his abilities led him down the path to trying to understand what dragonborn were. he thought he was a strange, special existence, but finding out there were more people like him made him wanna find out how they worked. this also invariably led to him experimenting on several of eyja's multitude of half siblings that died prior to him getting his hands on her. also prob wont get to mention all this in the fic

>in this vein i had the idea to make vahlok eyja's other parent but i didn't think it did much for the story so. i might go in the way of "helpful mentor" or just that he didnt fucking suck

#i will add more as i think of them i just got off my work break #alduin #my fic #the elder scrolls #elder scrolls fanfic #eyja

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Newt!

@dont-offend-the-bees I know you didn’t have a specific prompt, so I decided to go with blending two fandoms that you’re very fond of, in what I felt was a funny way. Hope you enjoy!

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“So. Let’s recap. Vampires are real.”

“To be fair, Todd, we already knew that one,” Dirk said, brushing off his jacket. “Or have you managed to forget the quartet of lunatics who lured your sister into their grasp?”

Todd rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine – blood-drinking vampires are real.”

“Better. And yes, very much so, apparently.”

“And they really like virgin blood.”

Dirk nudged the man currently laying groaning at their feet. “So this fellow says.”

“And he that is why he grabbed you off the street and tried to drag you off to their house.”

“Yes. I found it quite insulting,” Dirk grumbled, hands on hips. “Do I look like someone who has never had sex?”

“. . .well. . .”

Dirk shot him a wounded look. “Todd!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Todd said with his best shit-eating grin. “You merely look like you don’t fuck often.”

“Todd, continue on this track and the universe tells me you’re not going to be fucking for a good long while.”

Todd rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine, you’re a golden god of sex.”

“. . .I know that was sarcastic, but I’m allowing it all the same.”

Todd huffed. “Anyway – back to the point. So this guy–” Todd gave the man a much less gentle nudge “–snatched you up, hogtied you, and carried you off to turn you into vampire food. Only to run straight into us because we’ve been searching the city trying to figure out where you’d wandered off to this time.”

“The wonders of the universe!”

“Yeah, yeah, exactly – and while he’s distracted trying to get away from his kidnappee’s two very angry boyfriends, you manage to nail him in the crotch right at the same time Mike catches up to him and smacks him over the head with that flashlight he was insisting on carrying around.”

“I’m still not sure I didn’t cause him massive head trauma!” Michael squeaked.

“Dude was trying to kidnap Dirk to feed him to vampires, I can’t say I particularly care,” Todd snapped. “But Dirk – you are now convinced that we should actually fucking go to the vampire house because you think this is the beginning of a case?”

Dirk shrugged. “Why else would the universe arrange for me to be nearly kidnapped and fed to vampires in the first place?”

Todd pulled a face. “Dirk. Our first case together, you nearly died from a fun combination of electrocution and blood loss – and let’s not even get into everything that happened in BergsBerg and Wendimoor. There’s a possibility the universe just doesn’t like you.”

“Hmph. I find that supposition quite insulting too,” Dirk declared, arms folded. “I think I’m quite the ray of sunshine.”

“You do dress in a lot of yellow,” Mike said placatingly.

“We can debate just how annoying you are on the way to a church to pick up some crosses and holy water and shit,” Todd decided. “Because if we are doing this vampire lair crap, I’m not going in unprotected.”

“Oh, don’t worry too much, Todd,” Dirk said, grinning. “From what I gathered during the kidnapping, these particular vampires are – um – not exactly mentally enhanced?”

“Honestly, I think stupid vampires might be more dangerous. Find us some priest willing to hand over holy bullshit without asking a lot of questions, Mr. The Universe Always Leads Me Where I’m Meant To Go.”

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#dontoffendthebees #merry xmas #christmas fic #xmas fic #yes that is supposed to be Guillermo #who is having a bad night #but on the plus side #case might involve finally getting Nandor's head out of his ass regarding their relationship #so that's something! #but yeah I just liked the idea of the Dirk Gently characters wandering into the WWDITS's verse #causing chaos #well more chaos than normal XD #queued

[phoenixrising0308]

Wacky Drabbles: I belong to you (part 2)

Books: The Royal Romance ... all of them

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter:  🍋

Pairing: Liam x Jessica Garcia (MC)

Wacky Drabble A/U: This story exists on its own and may or may not be a part of their journey together. Traits, personalities, and characters are all the same. Some canon characters may appear but in a different manifestation and by no means exist in that form in Agent Phoenix A/U this is not meant to be anything other than an A/U onto itself. Catch up with wacky drabbles here

Disclaimer

The Wacky Drabbles prompt: “Did you have fun?”

Chapter Summary: Rashad remains where he was last chapter and Liam and Jessica make up

Song inspiration: TiO (Take it Off)- Zayn

Word Count: 1,331 * Please forgive typo’s and grammatical errors*

Average reading time: 8 minutes

Taverna Kyclades

Liam and Jessica were locked in a passionate kiss at their table. Jessica broke their kiss and said, “Liam, we really should stop.” Liam licked his lips and muttered, “Mmmm, why?” Liam playfully bit the bottom of Jessica’s lip and Jessica tapped Liam on his thigh. Liam pulled back smiled and said, “"Oh you want to-”

Jessica said, “First of all, I’m still mad…”

Liam stared and Jessica attentively as she spoke and his mind began to wander ’ Wonder what the second first time will be like is it like 2 years and a few month's worths of Makeup sex? Better cancel my appointments now. Is it like loving sex? Probably should order her lingerie. I will probably take it off right anyway but it’s the thought that counts. I can’t dismiss angry sex. I hope she has ice she gets super aggressive. Maybe angry makeup-loving sex… I can do that.’

“Liam, are you listening?”

“Yes, love I’m listening.”

“What’s the last thing I said and don’t call me to love we are far from pet names.”

‘Fuck! Okay, what would I go with? Fucken touch her Liam! Touch her she probably wants you just as bad as you want her. Do it!’

Liam put his and underneath Jessica’s dress and began touching her.

Liam smiled and said, “You were saying…”

Jessica’s knee hit the table and she put her elbows on the table and cradled her head in hands and moaned “Oh Liam-”

Liam grinned and said, “Yes.”

Jessica whispered, “Li-am you need to stop.”

Jessica tried to cross her legs and Liam pushed her leg away.

Jessica moaned out in a low tone “Fuck Liam.”

Liam said, “You could do that.”

Jessica panted out “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“One sec Jess.” Liam began pumping his fingers in and out of her and rubbed his thumb on her clit.

Jessica breathed out “Li- Li OHHH Liam.”

Liam smiled and said, “Yes.”

A few minutes later…

Liam pulled Jessica close and she rested her head on his shoulder and began moaning into the ear as he continued pumping in and of her as her walls tightened and Liam continued to work through her orgasm.

Jessica moaned “LIAM DONT STOP”

Liam chuckled and said, “Not planning to.”

Jessica let out a deep sigh and said, “I think I have time to take care of you.”

Liam turned to show Jessica his visible bulge and winked at her.

Jessica leaned in and unzipped Liam’s pants and started stroking him under the table.

Liam leaned back in and he licked his lips eyes rolled back and enjoyed Jessica’s touch and muttered: “Yes, Jessica.”

Liam’s breathing became heavier he sat up and pulled Jessica’s hair and she gasped in excitement he bit the side of the neck then whispered: “I just want to lay you on this table and take you.”

Jessica smirked and said, “But you can’t.”

A few minutes later…

“I’m going to cum right now.”

Jessica grabbed a dinner napkin with her free hand and Liam released into it.

Liam took a deep breath and zipped up his pants then said, “You know what I think I’m in the mood for something sweet.”

Jessica said, “Well, we can order dessert. I’m sure they have baklava.”

Liam whispered, “Well-  You know that’s kinda not what I meant. I’m in the mood for something sweeter.”

Jessica looked puzzled and said, “You don’t like baklava anymore? That was your all-time favorite dessert.”

Liam smiled and cupped Jessica’s face and said, “No. My all-time favorite dessert is you.”

'Oh my God that was some smooth ass line and I totally walked into it.’

Bastien approached and said, “Sir, we need to get you out of there immediately. There appears to be an issue in the bathroom. Rashad, inadvertently locked himself in the bathroom and in an attempt to exit broke the door handle and now the fire department has been dispatched to break the door. Naturally, we need to exit.”

Liam said, “What a shame. I wish I would have thought to check up on him.”

'Sorry not sorry Rashad. I took your maybe a date and made it into maybe Liam will make love to his girlfriend tonight type of night. After all, is said and done she is my girlfriend. Can I call you my girlfriend? We will have to sort out semantics later.’

Liam and Jessica stared at each other Liam immediately leaned in and drew Jessica in a lip-searing kiss.

Jessica and Liam followed Bastien out of the area Jessica stopped at a trash can to throw out the evidence of their public lewdness.

As they entered the SUV Liam playfully squeezed Jessica ass.

— In Liams SUV

Liam took off his blazer and rolled up his sleeves.

'Oh, it’s about to go down. Thank God I wore matching panties and that I did not cancel that Brazilian.’

Liam said, in a low husky voice “Lay back.”

Jessica laid back as Liam slid further down the car seat and gently positioned her legs over his shoulders.

’ Wow, he is totally in there.  Did I miss a spot shaving? Oh no that’s just a shadow.  Don’t shake don’t you fucken shake! Concentrate! Wait how far am I taking this?’

Liam ran his tongue from her clit to her entrance and he began slowly making figure eights with his tongue.

“Jess, relax you are shaking.”

'God damn, I’m having a Liam-induced seizure!’

Jessica arched her back and Liam brought his attention back to her clit and sucked on it, rubbing her entrance with his fingers.

“You are so soft.”

Liam began to roll his tongue gently massaging her clit with it.

Jessica let out a soft moan “Liam” he slid a finger inside of her gently then another slowly going in and outside of her. Liam started moaning as he began to taste her. Liam said, “You taste so fucken good. ”

A little while later…

Jessica placed a hand on Liam’s head and ran her fingers running through his thick blonde hair.  Liam said, “Cum for me.” He grabbed Jessica’s waist and pulled her closer to his mouth. Liam continued working moments later she lifted her hips as let out a deep sigh through an earth-shattering mind-blowing orgasm. Jessica began squirming underneath Liam’s tongue and he held devouring every ounce of her. Liam sat up and licked his lips.

The SUV pulled up in front of Jessica’s quarters.

“God, Liam that was amazing,” Jessica said with a smug smile on her face.

Liam gave Jessica a charming smile “Are you going to invite me in?”

“Nope.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

Liam sighed 'Fuck okay well there is always tomorrow’

“I’m still walking you to the door.”

“Okay, I will gently close it in your face.”

“It’s an improvement.”

Liam quickly adjusted himself and opened the car door then walked around the side and opened the door to Jessica’s side and held out his hand and she took it and jumped out.

Jessica opened her door and walked through leaving a disappointed Liam on the other side.

“Lock the door. Goodnight I love you.” Liam stood in silence hoping to at least hear an I love you back.

“Goodnight Liam.”

Jessica Quarters

Jessica locked her door and took off her shoes then put her bag on the end table and began to unbutton her dress. Jessica looked out her window and saw Liam still lingering outside. “Okay google dim the lights.” The lights in Jessica’s quarters dimmed “Hey google play The hot and steamy playlist on Spotify.” Jessica playlist started and the first song played was Peaches & Cream (feat. P. Diddy). “Oh hey google remind me at 8 am to buy 3 boxes of strawberry pop tarts, 2 cans of Café Bustelo, Halo top birthday cake ice cream, popcorn, Burt’s Bees vanilla bean chapstick, 3 boxes of Magnum condoms value pack, one Old El Paso taco kit, Almond Coconut Honey Bath and Martha Stewart Blue and pink glitter.”

Liam turned around when he heard the door open.  Liam quickly walked over to Jessica. As he entered Jessica pushed him against the wall. Jessica said, “I love you too.”

‘Probably going to start off with the angry sex, okay Liam you can do this.’

Jessica unzipped Liam’s pants and knelt down in front of him and pulled down his boxer briefs.

‘Starting this way works too.’

Jessica ran her warm tongue along the sides of the shaft, lightly rubbing his thighs, and then she swirled her tongue around his tip and began moving up and down. Liam rested his head against the door frame and put both his hands behind her head shoving himself deeper into her mouth.

Liam said, “Oh this feels so good.”  Jessica took him out of her mouth and began to alternate between softly stroking him and sucking. After moving at a slower pace, she returned to back to sucking aggressively taking him completely in her mouth.  Liam said, “I love your mouth.”

A few minutes later…

Liam felt he was ready to climax and tried to pull away. Jessica pulled him out of her mouth and said, “No stay right there. I want it.” Jessica gently put him back in her mouth and moved her head up and down.

“Fuck Jess”

Liam released himself into her mouth and when he was finished Jessica pulled away and got off the floor.

Liam let out a deep sigh as he watched Jessica take of the rest of her dress off.

Jessica said, “I’m getting ready for bed… are you coming?”

“I would love to wake up next to you.”

[charmspoint]

Next up we have a lil write in drabble from @cielelyse

I love how you said hurt 'somehow' as if i dont have a very canon event to exploit eheheheh >:3c

Drabbles 4 Prompt 8 I hope you enjoy!

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Suguru still wasn’t entirely convinced that Satoru was alive. He looked like a ghost, pale and unearthed, eyes blown so wide it was impossible to tell if he saw anything at all. He wouldn’t hand Riko over, clutched to her with frozen fingers, losing himself in his own head so much that Suguru feared if he let him out of his sight Satoru would wander off and never return.

The trek back to the school was a funeral procession. Satoru hadn’t spoken a word since he asked Suguru if he should kill all of the cult members, since Suguru gently guided him away from that decision.

He still wasn’t sure if that was the right choice.

So many feelings clashed in his body that it was hard to determine what he truly felt. Anger got drowned out by fear, got drowned out by hopelessness, got drowned out by weariness. Every muscle in his body hurt and Satoru was standing next to him with a bloodied uniform, prominent scarring stark against his pale skin.

“I killed Satoru Gojo.”

Satoru’s chest still rose up and down to take in air and somehow Suguru still believed those words.

One way or another he was walking next to a ghost.

He wanted to grab Satoru by the shoulders. He wanted to shake him, demand to know what happened, demand for any sort of life to flicker back into his friend’s eyes.

But he didn’t.

Couldn’t.

There was an icy pressure inside his lungs, spreading throughout his veins, weighing down his limbs. Every breath felt impossibly hard, every word sat on his tongue wrong, every step felt like it was made on an unstable earth.

He wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

He wasn’t sure if Satoru would just disappear if touched.

“I killed Satoru Gojo.”

Those words laced around a bloodthirsty smirk. The endless stain of crimson blood spreading in the courtyard. The body nowhere to be found.

“I actually have a huge bounty on my head! Dead or alive, but not like anyone can actually collect.”

Everything felt like a dream, everything felt like a nightmare and Suguru dared not to breathe too hard lest he wake up.

Satoru only let go of Riko once they were at Shoko’s door. Shoko’s face remained a stone, but her shoulders trembled and the look she gave Suguru was shaken with questions.

He had no answers.

They watched Satoru lay Riko down on one of the beds. Reality shuddered when Shoko spoke up to break the silence.

“…let me take a look at you.”

Satoru was not a being made of life. He turned around, looking at two of them like they were the ghosts, unseeing and all-knowing at the same time.

“It’s alright. I took care of it.”

“Gojo-“

He walked right past the two of them, quick as a shadow. Before Suguru could so much as blink he was out of the morgue and heading towards the dorms.

“Keep a watch on him, will you.” Shoko had whispered and like a man with nothing else left, Suguru went.

He found Satoru in his bedroom, looking like a thing from another universe. He turned to face Suguru, not moving a muscle even as Suguru closed the door and crept closer.

“…He said he killed you.”

“I think he did.”

Suguru reached out, only for his fingers to be stopped by the unforgiving stretch of infinity between them. Satoru stared down at his hand, as if he himself wasn’t sure how the barrier had come up. With a flicker it disappeared and Suguru’s hands reached Satoru’s bloody chest.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

He couldn’t blame Satoru for wanting to keep people away, not when he was torn in two, angry ridges riding up his skin where he had clumsily sewed himself back together. Satoru had never been able to pull off the reversed cursed technique before. He had always claimed that the way Shoko explained it made no sense, that it couldn’t be done. Pressing his fingers against the red, puckered skin, Suguru was intensely aware that this was a miracle that kept his best friend alive.

Or at least on the right side of death.

“You should…you should let Shoko take a look at this anyway. Just to make sure.”

“I feel okay.”

“Satoru…”

“It just looks bad. I rushed it. It doesn’t hurt.”

Not anymore.

That knowledge rested in the air between them, punctuated by each scar Suguru could spot, born not a few hours ago. Satoru was gutted throat down, multiple stab wounds littering his leg, another scar visible through his blood drenched hair.

“I’m okay, Suguru, really.”

But his eyes were still distant, still clouded. Gone was the boy who shined bright as a star and all that was left was his faded shadow.

How many bodies had Suguru seen as a sorcerer? Countless non-sorcerers lost to fangs and claws. The sight always made him sick, made their killer churn in his stomach until Suguru found himself coughing up bile. He got up every time, got up and moved on and banished the images of corpses from his mind. Used them as fuel for his righteous duty.

So much death and yet he still felt like he hadn’t properly touched it until today. With the bullet going through Riko’s head, a smile still blooming on her face. With Satoru gone and back again, looking like death itself now hosted within his body.

How fragile they were. How fragile their life was. How everything became lost so quickly.

Suguru grabbed onto the tattered edges of Satoru’s uniform, pulled him tightly to his chest. Satoru let out a noise of surprise, but didn’t resist, didn’t pull away. He simply wrapped his own arms around Suguru’s shoulders, held him tightly back. Let Suguru lay his head on his chest and listen to the insistent beating of Satoru’s heart.

Alive still.

By pure chance and nothing more.

#drabble prompts #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #cielelyse #i feel like im slowly getting my grove back but not quite there yet #lucy does a write

[scrunkl3bunk1e]

Desc: oh god here we goez. my 12-year old ass with my blorbo. man i’m gonna be a donk to deal with.

Insp: crossoversaga <3 ur reader/docf fic is quite fancy!! muy bien :) (im sorry i dont speak a lot of spanish :’D)

Here I go.

(this is in my pov if I had a diary bahah. it gets switched so dw! anything in purple is diary stuff bahah)

And so hey!! On vacation in supposedly what’s called the Chipper Grove, it feels familiar. Meh, but big sis is up at her college for now, so yeah! Just me and my parents, along with a long road trip. Man this is gonna be a while.

As I got my stuff out of our truck and into the cabin we got, I felt peace for once. “Maddy?” Mom called me. “Yeah?” “Me and Dad are going out for a bit, okay? We’ll be back!” Mom said. “‘Kay!” I said joyfully. I hadn’t been left alone in so long, I always had to have someone there to keep me company.

So I decided to go out, get some air in me. Even though I’m not an outdoorsy kind of person. At least two hours passed, and all I got was the feeling of being watched and several doodles of my persona with her boyfriend. I kept chuckling to myself, trying to make sure I didn’t get too nervous about my situation.

But I couldn’t keep myself awake, and fell asleep up against a tree nearby… And when I woke up, I was just floating, and I was er… Barely clothed to say the least. I awoke slowly, realizing my eyes were fine within the fluid I was encased in… But I’m not a swimmer! I actually REALLY hate having water on me!

So I tried breaking the glass in front of me, just smashing it clear open and getting whatever breathing muzzle was on me off. “Uuughhhh, finally!” I sighed in relief. Something still felt like I was being watched, but I didn’t know what. I went and got my journal back…

So I just woke up in a chamber! Don’t know what’s going on but I haven’t been picked up by my parents yet! :(( Hope they’re okay and I survive! D:

I managed to get my spare outfit from my bag, which was open somehow. At least my Switch stayed. I sighed again in grumpiness then went through into a hall, carrying my bag. I was still really confused about this place, but I got all my stuff in my bag and wandered until I came to a room. “Dandy Chillspace. Intruders out.” the steel door’s text read. “Well, that’s not gonna stop me because I don’t CARE!” I said, opening up the door.

A suited creature jolted up and looked at me. He was surprised but also looked angry. “Oh for f!cks sake. YOU GOT OUT?!” he yelped at me, enraged. I was startled but I was fine. “Hell to the yeah I did b!!!!tch! Name’s Zayden, how you doin sexyyyy?” I tried to introduce myself. The suited creature just facepalmed and stood up.

He was about 4 inches taller than me, and was an embryo in a jar. He peered down at me before clearing his throat. “AHEM. I am Dr. Fetus, insolent child. You’ve been taken by me. Never to see the world again, you fool.” he said. I kept nodding like a dumbass. “‘Kay, ‘kay, cool. You corrupted or something man?” “What.” “Corrupted, like these guys!” I said, bringing up an image of Boss and his cohorts, Barracuda and Lycanthropy. “Blegh. Pink.” Dr. Fetus muttered. “Oh my god, you don’t like pink either?” I asked him. Doc nodded. “It’s an atrocity to this wretched planet.” My eyes shimmered as I hugged him, ever so tight it was a “hug of death”. “DOOGH-“ Doc squeaked. He’d never been hugged before. Not by anyone he ever knew.

Maybe this is the first person to care about him, for a long time.

As I let go of him slightly, still gazing at Dr. Fetus, I felt such happiness. I thought we’d get along great, but then I started my question storm… “Where am I gonna be put? You got food? Ya like jazz? You don’t have any plans of hurting me right?” and so on.

Dr. Fetus just picked me up, and carried me over to his room. He set me down on his bed. “There. You happy kid?” he asked me, grumpy. I just stared at him as I got out my Switch and began messing with SSBU. Thank god I brought all my games. Dr. Fetus just looked at me with questions in his mind. “What… what are you playing.” “Smash bros. Wanna mess with me?” I said, inviting him into a challenge. “Dare I even ask what slang you’re using, kid…” I sighed. “I’m asking if you wanna play some Smash with me or not, man.” “…Fine.”

And so it began, a little game. I was Ganondorf (fun fact: I main him. Warlock Punch ftw man), and he chose Bowser, the shadow one. “Ah. Looks like you, except as a turtle-dragon!” I chuckled. Doc didn’t bother, and we just got through our match.

Of course I won, being a person who’s beaten a Lv. 9 CPU once. “WOOOOO!! Haha, good game man.” I said in joy as I hugged Doc. Dr. Fetus was just left puzzled. He sighed. “You know, I suppose that’s nice. Just another game where I destroy things. Like you, kid. Eeheeh…” I looked at him, staring with concern. “Oki! So then I got moar!!” I said cheery as I got out my other games.

Pokémon Shield and Sword, Let’s go Eevee and Pikachu, Minecraft, Mario Kart 8 Deluxe, Super Mario Odyssey… I had some demos as well, but they wouldn’t really work out. “Ooh! You wanna go off with some Mario Kart? I’ll let you play DRY Bowser!” I told Doc, happier than I should be. “Heh. Sure kid, but after this I have crap to do. Got a busy life…” Doc said, his speech turning into a bit of a monologue.

We then proceeded to go for a bit of a Mario Kart course run. It went on for 4 races, I was pretty tired and it seemed to be getting late. I was Pink Gold Peach, and Doc of course was Dry Bowser. He won apparently, man had a Bullet Bill. Didn’t even notice! “Ah, good game man…” I yawned. “But dang I gotta get my sleep…” Doc nodded. “Mhm. Get yourself settled down, kid… I’ll be in my lab…”

And so my first night with an embryo in a jar who somehow kidnapped me, it went well. I think I charmed him, I kept dreaming of my persona and him just being lovers… Didn’t know why but I smiled at the thought.

When I woke up, there was suit folded up on the bed… All black with a top hat and a tie. “Mmm… Doc F?” I called out. There was a note next to me.

“Morning, kid. Got you a special outfit. I’m over in the chillspace, lil kid. Meet me for food.”. The note had a drawing of what seemed to be a hat with a monocle. I smiled at the note. “Aw, doc…” It was sweet of him to do all this! I mean it’s only my second day!

I got on the special outfit Doc got me, but I didn’t know how to tie a tie… So I did it in a bow instead! I looked really dandy, and I hopped down to the chillspace. As the door slid open I saw Doc, half asleep. He saw me, and looked to me happily. “Morning, child.” he said, slightly tired. “Morniiiiinggg!” I scampered over, like a crab as if I was just nuts… Doc sighed.

“So kid. How’d you sleep? Well, I suppose?” “Hell yeah! I think I even have some silly drawing ideas in my brain!” I squealed as I went back for my journals. Doc sighed… Was he being a father or a lover?

I raced back into the chillspace and flopped onto the floor, folding myself into a veerrryy harsh position. I kept chuckling to myself as I started drawing Doc F in so many ways it was crazy. I then showed it to him, and he just looked at it. He adjusted his monocle for a second, then slightly chuckled to himself. “You did draw me good, kid. I’ll give you that.”

“You don’t have to call me ‘kid’, Doc! You can call me Z too, or my name? Zayden? Didn’t I tell ya?” “Uuugghh. Sorry, Z… Just been up in the lab, catching up with old creations…” I gasped, in absolute joy. “YOU MAKE STUFF?!” I squealed. Doc got up. “Hell yeah I do, Z. Come along, I can show you what I do… My son’s back too, he was locked in bismuth…” “Whoa… Wonder what he’s like!” I said cheery, as we just kept walking along to the lab…

And then I saw him, just sitting there asleep. A brownie in a beige trench coat and fedora, and he seemed really nice. Doc tried to wake him up… “Brownie. Brown. Son!” he yelped to him. Brownie woke up. “Yep, hey dad…” he said, still a tad drowsy. “So, the kid I told you about last night. This is them.” he said, looking at me. “Her name is Z, and she-” “Hell-LOOOO?? I forgot to say I’m non-binary! I use they/them pronouns thank you!” Doc sighed. “My apologies, child… Ugh… “

Brownie got up and smiled at me. Tipping his fedora to me, he seemed chipper and lovely. “Pleased to meet ya, sibling! Ah’m Brownie, world-renown world traveller!” I tipped my hat to him. “Ah, glad to meet you too, good sire!” I said, medival-ish. Doc just wandered out. We both followed along as he went up to the roof…

There were mechanisms all around, and I was still gazing at it all… It was so pretty, I didn’t even know where I was. Then Doc went and fell off the roof, backwards. “DOC!” I yelped. “NO WORRIES! I’M PERFECTLY FINE!” Doc said, flying back up, as bat-like wings held him up. They had warm, stringy membrane and talons, they seemed to have been in his coat. Brownie went off the roof too, and floated up as a bismuth hand connected to a vortex held him up.

I was so excited that I went and ran off the roof, happy and cheery. I tried to spread the wings in my suit, assuming I had them. And lo, I began to flutter… “Oh. My. F!cking god!” I swore. Doc was proud of me. Flying over to me, he smiled. “Very amazing, Z… A natural flyer for sure. Wondrous use of ‘f!cking’ too.” he complimented me, happy. Brownie just clapped from over on the bismuth.

We then just got back in, and I was in so much satisfaction. But questions still flooded my brain, ideas too! They were all so amazing I wanted to draw them all! I made another journal entry, and let my new buddies write in it:

I have a brother AND a father!! This is so amazing, and I can fly! Oh my god this is so amazing!! CALM DOWN CHILD. NO NEED TO SCREAM. C’mon Dad, Let Them Be Fun If They Want To!

I was so excited for what was to come, but little did I know it wouldn’t be fun.

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Diluc, zhongli and childe reaction to their s/o breaking up with them after something they said, maybe after a week or so after they argument they think the s/o forgave them but they break up instead? I WANT THE ANGST

consequences

plot: reader decides to break up with the character after not speaking to them

contains: diluc, zhongli, tartaglia (idk how am i going to do this to my special boy but ill try my best)

warnings: angst, breakups, implied past toxic behavior

a/n: OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO HARD- I DONT HAVE THE HEART TO BREAKUP WITH PEOPLE

diluc

hopeless thoughts ran through your head as you fought with yourself about wether to enter angel’s share or not, hand halfway through to the doorknob. your mind hadn’t been made up just yet, you were still in between two very different scenarios - the urge to forgive him for his hurtful words growing stronger each day, as anger and other emotions subdued to loneliness and the feeling of a part of you missing, ever since the two of you stopped talking.

your mind flashed back to the exact moment when you looked into diluc’s eyes, always so soft and calm for you, forming a way of anger he never expressed towards you before. to the feeling you got right then and there that this man is not the same one you’ve met and fell in love with.

the process of coming to terms with that conclusion was as painful as the first strike of his angry glare, and even though he seemed to have realized the weight of his words right after saying them out loud, no matter how hard you tried, you could not erase them from your memory.

one strike of that pain, one memory of that night was enough to make you go through with your plan, door to the bar opening with a little screech.

it was like just another late afternoon, with charles tending the bar, knights and townsfolk filling the hot room, and the smell of alcohol traveling through the air.

“hi” you said to the bartender “is master diluc around?”

charles, busy with his work, quickly replied that he’s out back, opening a barrel. you nodded and went where his directions guided, pushing open yet another door to see the back of the man you loved, looking just as always from this angle, working over said chore. he didn’t even seem to mind the fact that someone walked in on him working.

“diluc” you said with a sigh, and he almost immediately turned around, tools falling from his hands and onto the ground.

“darling, hi” he replied quietly, walking over to you but stopping half way, eyes set to analyze your expression, figure out what was going on in your mind. “i’m glad you’re here safely, i haven’t heard from you in over a week” he added cautiously, as if weighing every word before deciding to say it out loud.

“well” you sighed again, once again going over wether you should actually break things off right then, mind taking pity on his troubled expression, tired eyes, on the obvious eyebags that were much more apparent than before, a sign that he didn’t catch too much sleep. “i had to come to terms with what i’m about to say”

he wanted to tell you he was sorry, he really did, but words didn’t seem to come out of his throat. obviously he was sorry, it was a bad day and he meant none of what he said, but you knew that, right? you knew he always cared for you and loved you… right?

he wasn’t the best with words, hence, the idea of apologizing with a gesture after you were done teaching him his lesson came to mind. a brilliant idea, one could never go wrong with a thoughtful deed for their significant other, just give him one more chance.

“and my conclusion is, we need to take a step back and… reevaluate things in our lives. i’m not saying this is the ultimate end, but what you’ve said, and how you’ve said it made me realize…”

you were making a good point. you were talking about your feelings. he should listen, but the only thing he heard was the blood pumping through his veins, and the two single words

the end

so there won’t be another chance? he won’t be able to prove himself? what do you mean, the end? the best thing that ever happened to him in his sad life was coming to an end because of him? but he was so careful, he treated you like his treasure, because that’s how he truly felt, like his lifeline, something he could never lose…

and all it took was one sentence too much, one glare too intense. for the first time in what, six, maybe seven years, his eyes began to water, as he blinked the tears back at a rapid pace.

“… and that was a shitty thing to do. i hope you know that. i don’t know if i had anything else i wanted to say, perhaps i did, but… that’s all. see you around, i guess” you mumbled, loosing confidence in what you were saying, taking one last glance at his lost eyes before turning around.

turning around from him, from the love of your life, was perhaps the hardest thing you ever had to do, and yet you did do it.

before you could reach the door again, though, a cold hand caught your forearm. your eyes met his, with just a glimmer of hope that he would magically say all the right words and somehow make you stay, you didn’t want to leave, yet knew you had to. if you wanted to preserve the respect you had for yourself, you had to leave.

why were you giving him time to say something?

his helpless gaze seemed to speak with a thousand words, begging, pleading you to not leave through that door, but as much as his lips did part, not a single word left.

he couldn’t say anything to hold you back, and you ripped away from his grip, turned, and walked away.

and just like that,

he was all alone, again.

he was gonna need a drink.

zhongli

tears flooded your vision, blurring every details of zhongli’s face, causing you to only see a pale color palette, instead of your favorite person, ever. maybe it was for the best, maybe it would make it easier, you thought, but that was a foolish thing to hope for.

even through the salty tears, you could make out his eyes, it’s glow never failing to guide you, and comfort you, now seeming to burn their way through you, through your body and soul.

“you’re stuck in another love, zhongli, we both know that!” you exhaled a bit louder than you intended to, the outcome sounding more like an accusation than a fact. “how can you ever say you love me, when it’s so obvious, and so apparent, that every time you look at me, you see someone else? you HOPE for someone else?”

you could only wish the words you spoke didn’t come out as a complete mess, because of those tears you were constantly choking on. desperation seeped through your voice, as the feeling of helplessness rose every time you looked at your lover and at the anguish, and confusion he presented.

how could he make this so hard? it’s not like you’ve presented some statement he didn’t know already, right?

you hoped your eyes would say all the things you didn’t trust your voice to. you hoped he’d somehow hear how all you ever wanted was to be enough, was to meet his standard, how it tore you open that every time he said <i love you> his eyes wandered everywhere but onto yours, how all his touches seemed absent, how all his compliments were truly about some other face, some other smile, some other kind soul.

the worst part was, how could you blame him? how can anyone, ever, blame someone for being in love, of all things? love was something beautiful, and once you’ve experienced it, you’re drowned in it forever, and don’t even want to see the surface again.

love is beautiful. when you’re the one who’s receiving it. love was beautiful, to you, too, when you loved how his wisdom flew through his words, how his kindness hugged your spirit, how his aura brought you comfort. you loved his eyes, you loved his cheeks, his lips, every single detail of his skin.

the love you felt made you complete, made you warm, until you finally realize the thing you should’ve seen much sooner.

that you were merely a mirror for him to look at someone else, someone long gone.

suddenly all the warmth you felt was directed back at you, burning you inside, making you wish you never felt it in the first place.

“aren’t you gonna say something?” you whispered.

his long fingers found their way to your hand, but you snatched it away.

if you fell onto his charms now, you wouldn’t be able to get out once more.

his breath hitched as he gathered himself to speak

“i want nothing more than to love you” he said, although quietly, it rang through your ears like the loudest of screams.

you scoffed.

“we both would’ve wanted that, then”

“and i’m sure i can, if you just—“

now, laughter was all that you were capable of letting out.

“zhongli, you can’t train yourself to love someone. and even if you could, then how do you think that would make me feel? like i’m so unlovable you had to force yourself through it to grow accustomed to a feeling similar to love?”

“that’s not what i—“

“that’s what it means! let it go, please, please just… let me go” you sighed, standing up from the bench over at liyue harbor that you were sitting on. the sun has begun to set on the other side of the sea, and you couldn’t help but notice, it would’ve been the perfect date.

“i do sincerely hope you’ll find someone who’ll love you just the same” he finally stated, as he gave up on trying to make you stay.

“why?” you chuckled “so i could make them suffer the same way you made me?”

tartaglia

(archons give me strength)

you found nothing but guilt, looking into the endless ocean trapped in his eyes. for the first time in forever, they glistened, but not with a spark of joy, like you always hoped they would, they shone a sickly shine, caused by a thin layer of tears, that didn’t dear to spill over his porcelain cheeks, almost as if afraid of making contact with the ruthless face of the number eleven of the fatui harbingers.

he could’ve easily been crying if only he let himself go. he would’ve been in tears, sniffing and coughing, but he just… wasn’t. he held those tears in the gates of his eyes, as if his life depended on it.

the guilt you found inside them, wasn’t his, but yours. you felt guilty, watching this composed, confident man fall into pieces right before you, crumbling before your sight. why were you doing this? you seemed to forget all those terrible things you’ve heard just from the way his irises begged for forgiveness and brows furrowed in inexplicable sadness.

but you couldn’t, no, this time you couldn’t.

“my word” you swore on dear life you’d burst into tears if your voice shook right now “my word is final. we’re over. and that’s… that’s it. you need to understand that there won’t be another chance.”

the moment his lips parted, you knew you were lost.

“i have told you so many times already, but i will say this as much as i need to, it will never happen again! i swear, on everything i love and everything that i am, i swear on life itself, i won’t ever let that happen again! you know i won’t! come on, i promise you, if there’s anything you can say about me is i do keep my promises, don’t i? darling, please…”

“promise yourself to heal and become better, first” you stated coldly, watching faith disappearing slowly from his fixed look.

“im sorry, you know i am, im sorry, im sorry, im so fucking sorry!” a scream left his throat as desperation took over both reason and self-respect.

“sorry isn’t gonna cut it”

“then what will? i’ll do anything, anything in the world, anything to prove myself to you. i get that you can’t love me, i understand that, but please, let me win your trust again.”

he said unnaturally calmly, compared to what he did before, and you got concerned immediately.

i understand that you can’t love me, his words rang through your head. oh god, what were you doing? guilt stroke again, right at where you felt your heart to be.

right when you wanted to turn around and leave, he must’ve sensed that, and pulled you into a tight embrace. not suffocating, as they often describe it, not toxic and desperate, but… as loving as every other hug you’ve ever received from him. as calming and grounding, even though you could feel his heart racing. he didn’t refuse for you to leave, he didn’t trap you.

you understood after a while,

he was saying goodbye. all the love trapped inside his heart seeped out onto you, all his feelings surrounding and engulfing you.

“let me promise you this” he whispered, voice shaking painfully “the next time i’ll see you, i’ll be a better man. someone you will be able to be proud of, someone worthy of both your trust, and love. i won’t stop until i’ll be enough for you to look at me without the disgust and fear you have now. i promise. i’ll be better.”

“until then, then.” was the only thing you were capable of saying before leaving.

as soon as the door shut behind you, you rested against a wall and covered your mouth with a hand, unable to hold your tears any longer.

you heard a cry through the door. so he does have some feelings left, after all

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Hidden Powers

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Abuse allegations, Swearing, Mild melancholy

Genre: Humor, SLIGHT Angst, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic) - Sorry the genres are all over the place

Summary: A misconception or misunderstanding turned rumor threatens to bring down Corpse’s entire career, but luckily, Y/N knows better than to stand aside and let it happen.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your request and I’m so sorry for the long wait but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the fic if you happen to come across it. Love, Vy ❤

“Fuck this game!“ Y/N yells out in frustration as she is met with the screen informing her of her failure - aka death - for the fifth time in the past hour. “Has anyone ever even passed night four? I’m sure the king of FNAF Markiplier has but I’m also sure he hasn’t done it one a livestream! And my big mouth really had to go ahead and swear not to end this stream until I pass this God forsaken night, ughhh!“

Typically, Y/N’s quite the fearful rat when playing horror games, especially when home alone like right now, but this FNAF game has gradually turned her into a raging gamer instead. Not raging as in kicking ass at the game but as in the game kicking the ass of her sanity. She’s been struggling with this specific night for a while - the better half of her previous stream and an hour into today’s. Well, seeing how little progress she’s making with each try, it’s gonna be way more than an hour into today’s livestream as well. She’ll be lucky if she manages to get past it before hitting the three hour mark or just rage quitting which she’s bound to do eventually if her gameplay keeps going at this rate.

Another try later, she’s once again jumpscared into a failure screen that’s practically mocking her at this point. Throwing her arms above her head, Y/N sighs heavily, the frustration she’s harboring becoming more and more evident in her body language. “You know what, I need a break. Lemme see what you guys are saying in the chat.”

Scrolling through comments upon comments greeting her, sending her compliments and some trolling her with some hateful remarks she comes across a question which makes her brows furrow. That same question is repeated by a few other people but they fly by so quickly she doesn’t manage to catch the people’s usernames.

“A bruise on my arm? Where?“ She says out loud as she inspects both her arms, looking for what her chat had been talking about. That’s when her eyes eyes land on the purple mark on the skin just above her right elbow. She laughs, “Oh this? I know I’m a clumsy person but Corpse is to blame for this one.“

Little does the girl know, her boyfriend, who’s currently in his own apartment instead of camping out at hers, is watching this very stream, laughing his ass off remembering how that bruise came to be.

His laughter is cut short though when he catches glimpse of Y/N’s chat which suddenly floods with concern from her fans - assumptions and allegations of him being an abusive boyfriend starting to pollute the previously cheerful comment section. His stomach turns, for many reasons, each reason making it tighten in a worse and more painful knot. 

The first blow comes from people actually coming up with such a thing. How could they even allow their minds to wander to such a dark and disgusting place where he’d be even remotely an abuser.

The second blow to his heart is delivered by the fact that people believed it. How and why could people believe such an absurd idea?! How low did these people think of him? What kind of piece of shit did he come off as to some people?

And the third is the mental image the idea gives him. It’s such a fucked up scene, he can’t even conjure it up, he can’t mentally picture it. Hell, he could and would never even raise his voice at Y/N. He’d never dare upset her or hurt her feelings let alone hurt her....like that!

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!“ Y/N’s gasp reaches him as though it was meant to fish him out of the downward spiral he started going down with these overwhelmingly dark thoughts, “What’s with this nonsense some of y’all are spewing in the chat?!“ She sounds downright angry and irritated, ready to fight whoever will continue spreading these rumors about her lovely boyfriend whom she absolutely adores. “Guys, I mean, seriously?! Do you have any idea what you’re talking about and WHO you’re talking about? Do we have the same Corpse in mind here? I doubt we do - you have some villainized, abusive version, and I have the loving boyfriend who tried to teach me how to handle a lightsaber so we can have a lightsaber fight and my dumbass used my own weapon against me. Yeah, I was pretty salty Corpse laughed his heart out while I was cringing in pain, but man, you guys take it farther than the farthest.“ Seeing his sweet, kind and non-confrontational girlfriend who always avoids conflict at all costs turn into this protective lioness because someone is talking shit about him is heartwarming and scary at the same time. “Y’all better shut the hole where these fucked up rumors surfaced from before you get one of the most innocent, loving and caring individuals in hot water for the BS you came up with! Copy? You better.“

Corpse has never in his entire life seen the topic of a stream chat change so quickly, the rumor never once getting brought up again.

That’s some serious power right there - power he never knew Y/N possessed because of her cute and soft exterior. Now he knows what kinda beast of a woman he’s dating - one prepared to do anything to protect him, no matter who from. And damn does that make him feel emotional and loved despite the shit that just happened. She can make him forget all the bad within the blink of an eye - that too is another superpower of hers, but this one he’s known about from the very start.

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[poppy-metal]

Poppy I’ll do you one better. I present you: Stepbro! Eren who plays drums in the garage way too loud with his band friends but gets oddly possessive over you when said friends come into the house and start eyeing you down 👀👀 -Sukuna thirst anon

I kind of went in my own direction w this IJWDOJW putting it under a readmore

You come down, angrily stomping your feet along the steps as you do, with every step. For dramatic affect? Maybe. When you fling open the door to the basement, and stamp down those stairs, mouth open and ready to rant about how loud they’re being and how they need to be quiet because you’re trying to study, for fucks sake, you draw up short. 

You recognize connie and jean vaguely from the times they’d come over to game, jean is cradling a microphone to his lips as he belts out lyrics, connie is jamming out on some guitar, but your eyes are immediately drawn to him. To eren. Sitting perched on a stool with his hair pulled back in a barely visible black headband, hes playing the drums expertly, deft fingers wielding the drumsticks like they are weapons somehow, head nodding along to the beat they’re all creating, and in your stupor your eyes wander a little. He’s wearing a black tanktop, and ripped jeans, those weird tattoos he has of big monsters cording around his tan arm, flexing as he drums. He’s biting his lip in concentration, a hint of a smile peeking through. He’s sweaty, high on adrenaline obviously and totally in the moment. 

You blink. A moment that interrupted your studying! You remind yourself, coming out of your shock and your irritation coming back. You dont even bother to yell out for them to stop, eren would just roll his eyes at you, and you want to mean business. You stomp right over to the outlet connecting connies eletric guitar and such, yanking it out and effectively ruining their jam sesh. Three pairs of eyes fly to you, Connies and jeans from surprised to intrigued and erens whos eyebrows draw together as he scowls. 

“The fuck?” he snaps at you. You meet his eyes, angry seagreen, and dont look away, crossing your arms. 

“Heyy,” You hear jean sing song, and your gaze darts to his, missing the way erens jaw ticks. “Erens little sis, what can we do for you? Were we being too loud?” 

You straighten a little, puffing your chest. “Yes actually, im trying to study” your glare meets erens again. “I told you that” 

Eren just shrugs and looks away from you like hes bored, rolling his eyes. “And? That affects me….how?” 

You stamp your foot, “I need quiet you jerk!! You play all the time, all i asked was for one day of peace and quiet and you cant even give me that?” 

“Yeah you asked. Didn’t say i would listen,” he taps the end of one drumbstick idly against his knee, and quirks his brow at you, “so unless you’re here to bring us snacks, i couldnt really give less of a fuck about your peace and quiet” He sneers, “run along now” 

Your blood boils and you clench your fists, god! Hes so! You dont want to do this, you really hate playing this card but sometimes he leaves you no choice. “I’ll call your dad” you threaten, and sneer right back at him, “im sure he’ll love to know how his deadbeat son is ruining his precious little stepdaughters studying time” 

The result is instant. Erens gaze narrows on you like you’re the enemy, and his lips pull back, knuckles turning white from where they grip the drumbsticks. He shoves himself off the stool. “You threatening me right now, little sis?” he asks, his tone deadly. A stray peice of brown hair slips from his headband to swish against his forehead, and your brain uselessly reminds you of how beautiful he is, even when hes pissed. 

You lift your chin, “S’not a threat, its a promise.” Your heart clenches a little as you say, “We both know he’ll take my side.” An ugly truth, out there wafting between the air between you. Fighting words, you can tell, because the look in erens eyes also carry a promise of war. 

He looks you up and down with utter disdain before jerking his chin at the door, without taking his eyes off you “You guys go home,” he says, clipped, referring to jean and connie. “I need to deal with her” 

You don't hear much complaints from either of them, just Jean shooting you an apologetic look as they both grab their stuff and leave the room quickly. The air is quiet between you and eren for a couple of seconds and you actually gulp, thinking he might cross the space and strangle you or something. But he just assesses you coldly. 

Eventually you snap “You won't be dealing with me, eren. I’ll deal with you, if you dont quit it” 

“You’re a fucking bitch, you know that?” Eren tells you, “You and your gold digging whore of a mother just think you can sweep in and run shit, is that it? You think i’ll heel to you because my dad likes you? Like that’s some kind of shit you can hold over me? Lets get something straight, princess”, and then he is pushing off the stool and approaching you, slow and methodical. He comes to stop inches in front of you, and this close you can see the light reflecting off the metal piercings adorning his earlobes, the dog tag necklace around his neck swaying as he pulls to a stop. “I dont know what stopped working up there,” and he flicks your forehead meanly, “to make you think you have any power in this house, much less over me, but-” And his grin is mean, mean, mean. “That’ll change soon”

And then hes walking back, hands in his pockets as he says casually, “You just waged war on me, little sis, hope you can keep those big girl panties on for the fallout” 

#ask #sukuna thirst anon #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #NOT YET BUT IN HE FUTURE #aot x reader #stepbro!eren #band!eren #tw: stepcest #incoming #this should be a series #hehe #eren yeager smut #eren yaeger imagine #eren jaeger imagine

[hollandsmushroom]

could i request a boyfriend!peter fic where reader comes out to him as bi and genderfluid, but they're so nervous to do so cos they havent told anyone else and he is rlly supportive? and helps them get new clothes and cut their hair? and its fluffy and hugs and stuff?

if u dont feel comfy writing this, its ok i totally understand :) i just love ur writing so much <3

Be True To Yourself || P.P.

Peter Parker x afab(previously using she/her pronouns)Genderfluid!Reader

Word Count: 1375(I am pretty sure this is my fave thing I have every written)

Warnings: Fluff, the pain of coming out, fear, anxiety, brief mentions of break up(in passing not with intent) and I swear to fucking god, if anyone comes in my inbox angry that I didn’t trigger tag this for lgbtq content i will scream so loud your ear drums burst. 

A/N: So I don’t really talk about this much on here but I am a mostly gender nonconforming They/she, I come from a very very lgbtg family, I am a safe place, I promise!

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It was something about yourself that caused turmoil, it turned in your stomach as you tried to grapple with who and what you are, you knew that there was nothing wrong with your feelings, how certain forms of gender expression didn't feel right at certain times. Your mind floods with anxious thoughts as you sit on Peter’s bed, waiting for him to get back from patrol, to finally share your true self with the person that you love. Your hands twisting around each other, ringing out in a corporeal demonstration of your gut wrenching worry. 

“Y/n?” Peter’s voice breaking through the metaphysical walls of your disquietude. Your eyes drawing upwards, trailing up the black webs of his red spandex, reaching his face in time to catch as his gloved hand tug at his mask, the eye lens blinking as he pulls off his face covering. The moment seems to soften as you glance at his hair, soft locks expanding from the confines of his secret identity. “What are you doing here?” His speaking again brought you back the reveries of your hands in his hair as you laugh giddily, his body holding yours tight to his as you ignore a movie you were supposed to be watching together. 

“Hi Petey” you smile at him, tenderness in your gaze as you pat the bed next to you, signalling for him to take a seat next to you, a silent queue that he followed with much complacity. “Um, I need to talk to you about something” your eyes ducking down, an action that made Peter’s heart stop, a nervousness spreading through him rapidly as he began to feel much as you did, off kilter, as if his world was tilting beneath him. 

“Y/n, you’re kinda of scaring me” he utters, reaching out for your hand only to find it already entangled, fingers linking with fingers in a never ending exhibition of unease. 

“It’s nothing to be scared of, Petey, well I might need to be scared but it's something, well it’s something about me that I need to tell you and I haven’t told anyone and- well, Peter I am scared, I am really fucking scared” you let a tear you didn’t know you had spill, letting it fall down your cheek as you contemplate your words, silently reeling through every option you have on how to voice your being and identity to the person you love with the possibility that it could change how he loves you. 

“My sweet, you know you can tell me anything” he assures, desperately trying to get a grip on the conversation. 

“Peter, I...I can’t be your girlfriend” you murmur, quickly realizing you had chosen your words wrong as you see him freeze out of the corner of your eye, his body going rigid as the beautiful dusted rose drains from his cheeks. 

“Wha-” he starts but you cut him off immediately. 

“I didn’t mean it like that, I want to be with you, I want to be yours but I can’t be your girlfriend because I-I’m not a girl, well I am sometimes and I can be your girlfriend at those times but I’m not that all the time, honestly I am whatever I feel like whenever I feel like it and well, I don’t just like boys, I like girls too, but not just girls and boys, I like everyone but not now obviously because I am with you and I would never ever do anything unfaithful to you no matter how many genders or orientations I am attracted to. Peter I can’t keep pretending to be something that I am not and I don’t want that to change us but I understand if it do-” you start giving him the spiel about how it was okay if he didn’t know how to be with you now that you have become fully yourself but his lips didn’t give you the chance, cutting you off before you could manage to put into words how easy it would be for him to leave when that was the last thing that he wants, no matter what your pronouns or who you found attractive because that didn’t change who he fell in love with, he fell in love with you, not how you expressed yourself, you, his partner, his love. Pulling away your eyes remain closed, processing the amount of emotional knowledge had been lifted from your shoulder, your chest still tightened with the love at the amount of lack lecher passion Peter had let flow into your lips. 

“Nothing could change the way I feel about you, Y/n, nothing in this world” he assures, lips still ghosting over yours as you finally manage to pry your eyes open to meet his chocolate honeyed gaze. “Is there anything that I can do to help you feel more comfortable in your own skin?” He was soft, so gentle a presence that you felt like warm milk on a cold night, he was calming your soul of your innermost turmoil. 

“I was,” you drop your eyes, examining Peter's fluttering pulse that beats at the juncture of his collar bones. “Well I was hoping to go shopping and get a haircut cause how I currently have my hair and how I currently dress doesn’t always make me feel the best” he watches you with an attentive adoration, wanting to learn how to best be your partner and ally while you learn and grow into being fully and comfortably you. “Sometimes I don’t mind it but sometimes isn’t always and in the times its not I feel like my own existence makes me itch” 

“Well we can’t have you being itchy” Peter squeezes your hips softly, tugging you closer to him as you fall back on the bed. “So I guess we shall have to go to the mall this weekend, get you a haircut, some new clothes, sound like a plan?” Peter offers and you smile unabashedly.

“The best plan” you nod sleepily into his chest, forehead grazing the emblem on his suit as you let your eyes fall shut, absolutely exhausted from the emotional strain of baring your soul to the person you love most with a possibility of getting it spat back at you, but Peter would never, he loved you more than he could understand, more than he cared to, not wanting to taint the complexities of his adoration for you with the binary idea that he could ever understand something so powerful and all encompassing. 

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You stood in front of a rack of t-shirts, hangers dawned with fun patterned graphic tees as you, searching for something new to complete your style, something that felt more true to you when you didn’t feel like wearing any of the clothes that you already owned, something that would go along well with the way your hair was now styled. Peter was not standing with you, having wandered off minutes before to go find something that he thought you would enjoy. The feeling of someone near you making you turn to face where the sensation was coming from, your eyes finding your grinning boyfriend. I

"I have an idea!" Peter smiles excitedly, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he fiddles with a pack of bracelets in his hand. "So um, I was thinking we could assign each bracelet pronouns so I know which ones to use when to use which pronoun" you felt like you were glowing, fully understood for the first time in your life and there is nothing more valuable than that, than feeling totally and completely seen and accepted for who and what you were. Tears flood your eyes without your consent as you smile stupidly back at Peter whose face was falling, hand reaching out to cup your cheek. "Baby, did I say something wrong?" you shook your head, nuzzling deeper into his palm.

"No, no Petey, I just feel good in my own skin for once in my life" you blubber.

"I just want my partner to be happy" his thumb brushes over your orbital bone, wiping away a fallen tear. "Because I love them with everything I have”

“I love you too Petey, so much”

let me know what you thought

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[writingsbychlo]

Okay… so hear me out.

A jealousy scene where we spend a lot of time with tony and not Bucky anymore because you overheard a conversation with Bucky saying he wants to ask someone out but didn’t listen long enough to find out who. So you distance yourself cause it hurts and one day he snaps and just says something like: I dont want anyone but you. You’re the one for me, doll! With a lil blushy face ☺️

I hope I did it justice for you!

"Hey, T! I brought you a smoothie." You pushed open the glass to the lab with your foot, stepping inside, and trying to catch your own straw with your lips. You paused, however, when you spotted two men inside the lab instead of the one you were expecting. "Oh, Bucky, hi."

AC/DC was playing on the speakers, a little muted from the lower volume, and Tony let a spanner drop into the toolkit beside him. Pushing himself out on his chair, he grinned, holding a slightly greasy hand out and wiggling his fingers.

"You ready for movie night, doll?" The sound of his voice made something heavy settle in your lower gut, a frown twisting your lips downwards, and you stepped a little closer into the lab, handing Tony his drink, to which he slurped loudly as he tried it.

"I, uh, I can't. I promised Tony I was gonna' watch him test new suit gimmicks." You shrugged, and now it was Bucky's turn to frown. You hated seeing his face that way; you hated, even more, knowing that you were the cause of it, but his painful words were ringing in the back of your mind from a conversation you were never supposed to hear.

"They're not gimmicks-"

"Again? This is the third week you've bailed on me." Tony huffed at being cut-off, mumbling to himself as he tidied away his tools, and Bucky flipped closed the little patch on his arm to cover some of the wiring, before sliding down from the bench he was sitting on. "We haven't hung out in almost a month."

"I know, I've just been busy."

"That's it?" He took a step closer, and you moved, shifting to sit in one of the spare stools, placing your beverage down on the metal surface. "Seriously?"

"What do you want me to say? I'm sorry, alright?" His brows furrowed, a fash of hurt flicking over his features. Before he could speak, though, Tony began to hum, the track changing to KISS and both your eyes and Bucky's flicked over to him.

"Tony can you give us a minute?"

"Can I- what? This is my lab." He stared at Bucky, completely incredulous, and Bucky stared right back. Only a second later, Tony gave in, swiping up the cardboard cup and scoffing as he wandered out. "I'll be back in five minutes. No more, no less."

The door hissed shut behind him, leaving you in palpable silence, the tension growing with every second. "So, what's up?"

"Wh-what's up? Doll, c'mon, you're playing with me." You sank down into the stool, leaving him to tower over you, and it was a poor decision, because it only made it all that much harder to stay mad at him. "Do you not want to be friends anymore, or something?"

"Friends, yeah, sure. Just friends, 'course I do. We're friends." You smiled at him, forced and tight, and his brows rose a little. He seemed at a little loss for words, before his face was crumpling, even more so than it had when you'd walked in, and your stomach sank at the expression.

"Okay, subtle, but I got it." He stepped back, eyes hardening a little, and your jaw dropped as you stared at him. "Catch you around, I guess."

"Woah, hold on, you don't get to be mad at me!"

"I'm not mad. Just got your message loud and clear." He shrugged, hands shoved into the pockets of unfairly tight jeans, and you stood, almost tumbling out of your chair. Your arms crossed over your chest, trying to seem comparable in stance, and he knew he'd be amused if he wasn't unfairly angry.

"You sent the message, Barnes!"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" He waved the metal hand between the two of you, your gaze following it, and your frown only deepened. "I thought we were doing something here, but I guess not!"

"Yeah, well, of course, we don't! Not when you're dating other women!"

"When?" His burst came with desperation, and you felt like the air had been forced from your lungs, the tension reaching a boiling point. You could hardly think, never mind breathe, and you felt a chill run along your spine.

"I heard you a couple weeks ago. Talking about asking out that agent. Said you didn't know how to talk to her because she made you nervous, and maybe you'd take her some flowers."

"I was talking about you!" His cheeks were red, whether it was a blush or simply from the heat of the moment you didn't know, but the heat in the air suddenly felt icy cold, like needles all over your body.

"What?" You waited, hoping he would say more but he didn't. Instead, he just stared, before shrugging, and his shoulders sank lower than they had yet. "You know how to talk to me, and you know I like chocolates over flowers. Flowers die."

"Yeah, well, in my day, flowers are how you tell a girl you're serious about her and want something more than just a fling."

The silence came again, a beat passing, before you were pressing your lips together in order to hide a smile. "You're serious about me?"

"I don't want anyone but you. You're the one for me, doll, c'mon." He reached out, a hand running over your cheek until he was cupping your jaw, and you let him gently pull you closer. "Tomorrow night, seven, I'll meet you at the lobby."

"Deal."

"Better be." He whispered, stealing the final word before leaning in to capture your lips with his, a tender kiss that let you crumble into his arms. He held you, one arm snaking around your waist, your hands pressed to his chest, his heart beating solidly under your palm.

Your fingers tightening, tugging on the soft material of his jumper, desperate to get him closer to you. Raising your arms up, they moved to wrap around his neck, to lift you up closer to him, until a throat was clearing.

"You're still gonna' help with the suits, right?"

"Perfect timing, as always, T." You turned to face the man, crouching a little as you looked at him, and Bucky disentangled himself from you, albeit reluctantly.

"I'll wait up. When Tony is done playing with his toys, come find me."

"They're not toys, they-" The door closed, Bucky didn't care to even snip back, and the man before you huffed. "I don't like your boyfriend."

"Oh, shut up and show me the tech."

#SO 11/21 #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes/you #bucky barnes x you #sebastian stan #marvel

[writing-in-april]

Poker Face

Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: Reader thought she could get away with speaking her desires out loud as long as they were in a different language. Turns out, someone could understand her.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my fourth fic for my 1250 follower celebration!! I got this request from @imagining-in-the-margins and if you want to see the original request go checkout my follower celebration Masterlist! I do not speak Russian, nor do I know someone who does so I made everything in italics as if they were speaking in Russian! Hope y’all enjoy reading and requests are open!

Warnings: 18+, Public sex (who’s surprised lmao), Reader is very unprofessional and probably should be fired lmao, Dom Spencer with hints of Sub Spencer in the future (dont worry all my Sub Spencer lovers I’ve got more coming for that soon!), Nickname use: Princess, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral sex (M receiving),Creampie

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.1k

Words in italics are in Russian

There was no harm in voicing my thoughts I thought to myself, in a different language, Russian specifically. Especially since the only one that could understand me wasn’t near me at the moment nor would she probably bat an eye at a slightly risqué remark. Emily was snuggled up at the other end of the jet, her headphones in both of her ears. They would plug up any sound around her preventing her from translating the lusty thought that sat on my lips.

If I said my thoughts in Russian, no one would be able to catch how much I wanted Spencer’s fingers inside me. They were long, obviously dexterous- I knew they’d be able to reach places inside me that I couldn’t reach myself. I couldn’t say these thoughts out loud, in English at least,

I didn’t want Spencer to ever know. But, I wanted to get the thoughts swirling in my head off my chest, the only way to do that without embarrassment was to say it in a way that no one here would be able to understand.

As Spencer shuffled with ease and delt the cards out with his dexterous fingers my lusty thoughts were too pressing for my lips to be able to contain. So I spoke quickly with my voice slightly lowered, maybe Spencer and the people around me would miss my transition into a different language, “I wished you would use those fingers on me instead, preferably inside of me.”

Spencer blinked back at me, obviously confused by my words.

“Sorry, just spaced out for a second, didn’t realize I had switched to Russian.” I giggled out, mostly because I was amazed that I had gotten away with it. I moved on quickly not wanting to linger on my ‘slip up’ any longer, plus I finally wanted to try and play against Spencer in a poker game, “Let’s see if your poker face is as good as everyone says it is, Spencer.”

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“Please, fuck me?” Over the course of my daring adventures I had become increasingly louder with my declarations. Last week I had commented about how much I wanted his cock in my mouth, of course in Russian and the week before that I had made my initial comment about how much I wanted his fingers inside me.

This one happened to be the loudest out of the three little sentences that seemed like innocent slips into another language to everyone else, but to me and only to me I was voicing my desires. Each time I did it a little rush of adrenaline sparked through me, no one besides Emily would be able to translate, who wasn’t with me in the file room. It was only Spencer and I in here right now, the rest of the team had gone home for the night.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do that at the office, but if you asked me again somewhere else I’d do it.” He answered me back and in perfect Russian as well.

My entire being withered in embarrassment as soon as I had translated Spencer’s words, he understood me. He had understood all of what I had said, every last word. I should’ve remembered that he spoke Russian, we had a case where he spent the whole time translating, I couldn’t believe how idiotic I had been. I wanted the earth to swallow me up in that moment, just so I could escape Spencer’s piercing gaze. I couldn’t tell from his words or the look on his face what exactly he was feeling about my words, some profiler I was. He didn’t seem angry at least, maybe a bit bemused?

I shrank back a little more over fear if he was making fun of me or not. If I hadn’t been feeling so mortified I would’ve realized that Spencer wasn’t one to make fun of anyone, hindsight is 20/20 after all.

“Your poker face is spot on.” Was the only measly response that I could find myself to come up with, in an attempt to cover my embarrassment if only a little bit. A bunch of apologies also felt like they were crawling up my throat. I was absolutely mortified that I had been caught red handed, it was beyond unprofessional- I don’t think there was even a word for it. I had crossed the line so far I might as well have leaped over it, forgetting that it had ever existed.

“Well- I am from Vegas and before you start apologizing, you don’t need to. I liked it.”

Silence fell between us again after his smart remark. It was like we were sizing each other up, deciding what to do.

“You know- there’s no one here tonight, everyone’s gone home…” My confidence seemingly had come back after being knocked down a few pegs. I tapped my fingers absentmindedly on the large desk in the file room, my mind wandering to think about what it would be like if he bent me over it.

“That’s true.” A smirk was on his face now, one that I didn’t see often from him. I felt like I was going to be ensnared by him as soon as I took the time to blink.

Sure enough in a flash he had brought me into a bruising kiss that I got swallowed up by so fast there was no chance for me to try and win back any dominance.

In no time he had me bent over the table, my face pressed into the cool silver metal with my back arching up trying to reach his touch in any way I could. He gripped the waistband of my skirt roughly, but did not pull it down right away. He pulled my skirt down ever so slowly that by the time it reached the floor I impatiently wiggled to step out of it.

“You’re impatient.” He stated simply. I couldn’t deny it because of how true it was, all he’d have to do was pull my black lace panties off to see how wet I had become.

Instead I decided to lean in on how needy and impatient I was by whining out, “Spencerrr, please?”

“What do you want? Is it the same thing you said to me on the plane?” He pressed a kiss to my hip as he pulled down my panties just as slowly as he had done with my skirt, making me squirm again. Once I was bare from the waist down before him he paused for a moment to look at me; I withered a little under his gaze. I whined again when he carefully took his long fingers to just slightly part my folds before speaking again, “Tell me.”

I hesitated a little for a moment trying to focus to remember exactly what I had said on the plane. When I had collected my thoughts I whispered out in Russian, much more shaky than I had said on the plane, “I wished you would use those fingers on me instead, preferably inside of me.”

He was seemingly satisfied by my breathless reply, immediately beginning to work me up to orgasm. As he started to work his fingers inside of me he pressed his other hand down on the small of my back, a silent warning to not move.

I contemplated disobeying him, but when two of his fingers curled inside me to perfectly hit my g-spot it felt too good to lose.

“You gonna cum so quick for me, princess?” I got even wetter when he said princess like that, in Russian made me get even wetter than I already was. I was practically dripping down my thighs- and Spencer’s fingers.

“Yes! I’m gonna cum soon!” I gasped out and tried in vain to wriggle my hips to gain more friction, his hand on my back however was unyielding.

“Ask nicely and I might let you.”

“Please?!” I even asked it in Russian to make the plea possibly better in Spencer’s eyes. He didn’t respond right away, only picking up his pace faster. I tried to hold off my orgasm as best as I could, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to hold it. “Please, sir?”

“Alright, since you asked so nicely. You can cum, princess.”

I gave up the fight of holding off my orgasm, it immediately washed over me. My legs shook with the force of how hard and fast my orgasm shot through me, causing me to cry out as well.

Once I had come down from my high I slid off the table and down to my knees to repeat what I had said while at the round table a week ago “I want your cock in my mouth.”

He looked at me with wild eyes and obliged me, letting his cock free from his slacks. My mouth watered at the sight of him, his tip was bright red and dripping with precum. He had obviously not been the only one to be turned on.

As I grasped him in my hands and jerked him slowly I relished in the way he felt in my hand. He felt hot and heavy, I couldn’t wait to take him into my mouth.

I wrapped my lips around his tip, sucking lightly. Spencer’s head tipped backwards, his hands curled into fists as if he was trying to prevent himself from grabbing my hair to fuck my face. Little did he know that was exactly what I wanted.

When I guided one of his hands to the back of my hair to reassure him that I didn’t mind if he took control that way he almost let out a groan, but successfully stifled it by biting into his other fist. He then fisted my hair harder, wrapping his hand around so tight that tears prickled a bit in my eyes. It wasn’t a bad feeling at all, I enjoyed it.

I enjoyed it even more when he started to use his hand to guide my head up and down. He set the pace to the one he desired. It wasn’t too fast or hard, it was actually quite slow. He dragged out each of my movements and when my nose nuzzled at the base of his cock he had me stay there for a moment each time. Each time I gagged a little on him he let out an almost whine, it made me wonder whether or not he’d look good underneath me as well. Though I was thoroughly content with being underneath him at this time.

Even though I had already had one orgasm the tingling between my thighs was not satiated, looking up at Spencer’s blissed out face only served to make me even more turned on.

“Stop.” I blinked up at him like he had done so at me on the jet, confused. I pulled off of his cock, a slight pop echoed in the air. He then lifted me up onto the table with my legs wrapped around his waist before I could ask him why he wanted for me to stop.

“Now what was that last thing you said to me? I want you to ask me again. ” His cock was running up and down my folds teasing me. My head fell back and I moaned when he bumped my clit.

“Please, fuck me?” My breathless voice sounded wrecked already.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” As he slid into me my eyes rolled back into my head as he slid into me. His pace was faster this time than what he had done while fucking my face. I was squirming with overstimulation and my orgasm was going to come ridiculously fast. Spencer could sense it too and brought his hand down to my clit to bring me over my peak even faster.

“You can cum again, princess.” My second orgasm was much longer than my first. It sparked through me slowly, almost in waves that felt like they had multiple peaks.

He too, was not that far behind me. When he tried to pull out to probably cum all over the tops of my thighs I kept him locked in place with my legs around my waist and asked, “Cum inside me?”

He obliged me with a groan pumping into me a few more times before spilling inside me. We were both slick with sweat, making me wish for a shower. As soon as I got cleaned up that would be the first thing I’d be doing when I bolted home. Maybe I could bring Spencer along for another round, I could hear him speak Russian to me all day.

“I’ll go get something to clean you up.” He spoke softly as if he was afraid I’d break, you’d think after the way he had fucked me that he’d realized I was not so breakable. I’d have to fix that later. As I sat there with his cum dribbling down my thighs waiting for him to return , mixing with my own I knew that I’d never underestimate Spencer’s poker face again.

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[natsu-chan-17]

This is one of my proudest works actually cuz inspiration hit me to write this at a random time and I just went with it. Hope you guys like it:))

Sunday afternoon nap vibes

Pairing: Hawks x implied fem reader

Category: Suggestive fluff( bit of thigh rubbing and ear nibbling🤭) but still fluff nonetheless

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Small blotches of orange light filtered into the room along with a light gust of wind blowing the curtains gently. You were in your home office working on various assignments and had been at it for hours.

Your eyes dragged lower and lower with your vision getting foggier as you finally rested your head on the table, deciding to rest for a few minutes.

Your body was faced away from your office table, adjacent to the large sleek desk as your head lay propped up on your arms while you slept lightly.

"Hey chicken wing, you done yet?" called Hawks as he entered your office quietly as to not disturb your work only to find your tired, resting form.

He chuckled under his breath at how hard you had pushed yourself instead of resting a bit more since it was the weekend. As he stood staring, a devious thought came to mind and he decided on teasing you a little before telling you to go to bed.

He walked up quietly to the other side of your desk and saw that you were wearing a sundress that was riding up your thighs as you shifted in your sleep. He smirked and kneeled down right by your legs that lay crossed, and placed his hand on your knee gently.

He rubbed small circles onto your knee before leaning his face close to your ear and letting his hand wander further up your dress running along your thighs until they stopped at your hip. He whispered seductively, "Well aren't you just full of openings." You shivered a bit at his voice and he smirked at your reaction, "Too easy."

He let his hands rub your thighs and hips underneath your dress as he lightly kissed your cheek and nibbled a little on the outer lobe of your ear, waiting for you to wake up.

You stirred in your sleep and when you finally noticed a warm tongue on your ear you jumped and Hawks fell back on his behind laughing at your reaction. Your eyes opened wide as you realised Hawks had been the one touching you in your sleep.

"Damnit Hawks w-what was that for. You know how flustered I get already," you shakily yelped out.

"I just can't help it chicken wing, you're so easy to tease it'd be a waste not to," he responded still chuckling lightly as he got up from the floor.

"Ughhh I swear I'm this close to banning you from eating chicken nuggets!" you threatened in a still slightly flustered tone.

Hawks decided to just play along and dramatically held up his hands, begging on his knees clinging to your dress. "Nooooo anything but that, y/n," he said as he whined.

You frowned and grumbled, "such a brat, you know I can't resist your begging face."

Hawks smiled as he got up and gave you a hug while you refused to cave in out of anger. "Awww that's my chicken wing, you can never stay angry at me for long," he said as he chuckled near the end.

"Damn you, beautiful chicken man," you whispered as you gave in to his hug. "Now..." Hawks began, "I think it's time for you to actually rest," he said as he flung you over his shoulder suddenly.

You screamed in surprise and yelled for him to let you down so you could work again but he refused. Once he had reached the bedroom, he let you down gently over the bed as you fought to get up.

In an instance you had red feathers pinning your wrists down as you squirmed, and Hawks wrapped a blanket over your body. He snuggled up to you as half your face was covered by the blanket. You gave in as you felt the comfort of the warm blanket around you as well as Hawks' strong hold over you.

"Maybe a nap wouldn't be too bad..." you thought as you dozed off. Hawks chuckled quietly as he noticed you were asleep. "You work too hard sometimes chicken wing," he whispered to your tired form as he fell asleep as well.

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I'm kinda running out of inspiration so if you guys dont mind, could you suggest characters to write on? I cant turn on comments for some reason TT. Ignore my previous statement, I'm gonna figure this out

#mha hawks #hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #hawks x female reader #hawks fluff #mha headcanons #sundayvibes #hawksbnha

[angelthebedsheet]

Can you do a zuko x male reader or gender neutral. It could be about the reader witnessing the agni Kai and watching zuko get banished. The reader tries to go with zuko but zuko doesn’t want the reader to get hurt. Years later they meet at the boiling rock. You can take it from there. I love your writings and I’ll keep supporting you 💕

a/n: oooooh! thank you anonnie!! i appreciate your requests!!!

lets get it!

okay so you and zuko were TURTLEDUCK BUDDIES

attached to the hip basically

azula HATED how close you two were bc hello she’s right here???

i mean you and zuko trained together

fed ducks together

best buds

you knew you liked zuko alot but you didn’t understand?

like you started to get flustered around him

same with zuko

and azula was PLOTTING NOW

she doing a think rn with one of her BRILLIANT ideas 😐

“oh n/n! zuzu! come play a game with us!”

zuko’s flight or fight reflexes are triggered and he’s ready to DIP

but you r unfortunately intrigued

“oh okay ‘zula! cmon zu!”

cue azula’s smug lil grin

she puts an apple on your head and makes you stand in front of the fountain

you’re like ???? is this the game?

azula’s like it is n/n it’ll be fine

it was NOT fine

she damn near burnt you to a crisp if it wasnt for zuko tackling you into the fountain

now azula, ty lee and mai are LAUGHIN

but we all know mai lwk a lil jelly

you and zuko are embarrassed as fuck

you both are soaked and he’s hovering over you

mr zuzu looking real pretty

he just turns red and pulls you up before running away

zuko is like ???? boys are cute especially this one???

you two still remained close after this incident

two lil gays boys who are trying to not crush on e/o

(im sorry the only thing i can think about when i think of zuko is his gay ass lil scream in the prototype pilot episode)

(nigga said wwAHHH)

anyways

azula teased you about zuko speaking out against a general and their dad is angry and you’re like oh shit

suddenly you arent allowed to visit zuko anymore

and you’re like wtf no no let me in

the guards said no

you’re so paranoid too

is he okay?

what fully happened?

soon the agni kai is announced to happen

and you are seated next to iroh and azula

you’re clutching onto your pants as you watch zuko walk into the arena

you really dont want him to get hurt

your eyes widened as you watched zuko’s father walk into the arena and your heart drops

zuko is clearly surprised and frightened

tears are rolling down your cheeks bc you are so so so scared for him

iroh covers your eyes as he looks away when zuko got burned and you could feel your heart break as you listened to his cries of pain

you cried out as iroh pulled you into a hug

you and iroh immediately rushed to the infirmary to get to zuko

you push past those guards and nurses bc you are on a MISSION

aint nobody getting in your way like this bc you will STOMP they asses out

you are not leaving his side

“z-zu are you okay? can you hear me?”

“m-m/n? where are you? i cant see”

zuko is starting to panic due to the fact his left eye is patched close

you hold his hand “i’m right here zu. shh im here”

he’s so overwhelmed too poor baby

“u-uncle? w-where is he?”

“right here zuko.”

you help him sit up and he grabs a mirror immediately

he frowns at his reflection

“you’re still handsome zuko.” you said

iroh pretended to not see that blush that sat on zuko’s cheeks

“i-i’ve been banished, m/n.”

“what?”

“i’m banished from here. the only way i can come back is if i capture the avatar.”

“but he’s been gone for years zuko! let me come with you”

“no! it’ll be too dangerous”

“how? we trained together! grew up together? how is it too dangerous?”

“no m/n! i dont want to lose you!”

“you wont lose me zuko.”

“you dont know that. you arent coming with me.”

you and him went back and forth

after he shaved his hair and was about to board his boat you pulled him away

then you confessed right then and there

i mean you didnt know when you’ll see him again

“i like you zuko. more than a friend”

“what?”

“i like you.”

“are you for real? this isnt a joke right? like azula didn’t put you up to this?”

“no she didnt.”

“oh thank the spirits. i like you too.”

and yall have this lil awkward ass kiss

just a short lil peck?

i mean yall are 12/13 and two boys you think they gonna go all out tonguing niggas? lmao

you two hug before iroh calls him over

“i’ll wait for you zuko”

“i’ll try my best.”

and he’s gone

over the years zuko was gone he was so sad

“if i capture the avatar i can come back to the fire nation and m/n”

but clearly the whole LeMmE cAtCh tHe AvAtAr thing was dropped when he got that glow up

(neya said 🦋🦋🦋🦋 whenever they look at zuko cmon NOW.)

now they’re otw to boiling rock

“my first girlfriend turned into the moon.”

“that’s rough buddy.”

and sokka’s like you ever dated someone before?

zuko’s like..... two people?

“that knife throwing girl?”

“her and m/n. though we never got to date bc at the time i was literally banished. i miss him alot though.”

bi king ✨

“what if he’s at the boiling rock?”

“then i’ll find him.”

sokka’s like yes my man get your MANS

“okay so we look for my dad, suki and your husband”

“he’s not my husband sokka.”

“..... my dad, suki and your husband”

“omfg shut your trap.”

these pair of himbos finally get inside and are on a MISSION

sokka’s like heheheeh suki time

KAJDJAJDJJSKDJF

zuko’s hopeful that you’re here or at least alive

after sokka and suki have their lil reunion zuko wanders off and asks around

“do you have a prisoner by the name of m/n?”

“why do you ask, newbie?”

“uhhh the warden sent me to him.”

“oh. there.” pointing to a door

zuko has to CONTAIN the excitement and nods before speed walking off

he throws open that door so quickly

you on the other hand is ready to rumble “i TOLD YOU I DONT FUCKING HAVE IT”

zuko just closes the door behind him and takes off his helmet

you’re like hol up wait wait zuko????

and he nods with a big ol grin on his face

you just hug him so fucking tight

maybe there were some tears shed

you pick him up and twirl him around

zuko’s like holy SHIT

and you pull back to just look at him

“you’re still as handsome as i remember you, zu.”

“so are you, n/n...”

he’s just so awestruck

the person he has been looking forward to seeing for 3/4 years is right infront of him

yall just kiss

sokka now gotta pull a zuko and bang on that door

“yALL DOING THINGS IN THERE??? HURRY UP”

“shut UP sokka”

zuko puts his helmet back on and grabs your hand

yall finally dip and are otw tf outta there

“oh shit zuko he’s cute”

“back off”

“im happy with suki relax sir”

zuko is clingy and was hugging you the whole time

not that you minded bc you missed him dearly

when yall got back and he introduces you

the group minus toph is like “ZUKO’S GAY????”

toph is like “I FUCKING CALLED IT”

alls well

except for the fact zuko wouldnt let you go anywhere by yourself

#atla zuko #prince zuko #sokka would clown zuko 100% #zuko x reader #zuko x male reader #zuko x black reader #atla x black reader #atla x reader #avatar the last airbender x reader #avatar the last airbender

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Dress Codes,Nooky And  Cock Blocks

Masterlist

Henry tries to be a white knight and realizes Kal is to smart for his own good.

Request/Prompt: Henry and Kal meets you from work after having a bad day. Playing with Kal to make Henry jealous. Shutting kal out for some nooky but Kal sits outside the door barking and howling.

Warnings: Smutty Almost Smut! Fluff, Swearing

A/N: so this has combined two ideas one of which is from the lovely @being-worthy This was going to be a Pooh bear chapter two but hasn't quite fit the bill. Anyway I hope you all enjoy.  P.S I 100% belive Kal would be a little shit!!!

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This was a fucking piss take your manager was an asshole! You huffed about the office still trying to process the stupidity he just fucking spouted at you. You moved to the ladies room phone in hand ready to vent locking yourself in a stall fingers poised to rant in a long ass text message but you froze. Henry was home well at the gym to be more specific. He was over the moon having just snagged the role of Geralt of Rivia and had been working tirelessly on bulking up for the role especially now that he was getting the dates for shooting. You paused taking a deep breath. No. You cant vent to him and ruined his day to. You growled and moved leaving the bathroom slamming the door thankful that you only had another hour, at least the prick had the decency to wait until the end of the day.

You through your phone down into the bag sitting at your desk for a few moments. You cast your eyes over the computer screen seeing the little bimbo...His little bimbo Stacey there was an office romance between your asshat of a manager and this little blonde. She ran about the office in small tight skirts hair immaculate and thick makeup smeared across her face and fuck me glasses that were an accessory not prescription like yours. She had a snug fitted blouse and pencil skirt on flitting about the office in some dangerous looking heels. More feminine? Was you supposed to jump up and say 'yes sir of course Sir, anything to keep this job sir' then flutter your lashes at him?.

Fuck that, and fuck this be more feminine bullshit, there was no written dress code and as far as things had gone you were doing your job pretty damn well and you didn't need heels to do it!

You scowled seeing the blonde slip out followed by your manager it mus be time fore their discrete get away a make out in the copier room...How original. You sighed clicking your mouse scanning through the next lot of appointments...No more today but there was a shit tonne tomorrow. You sighed getting down...Was your job really on the line over skirts,  makeup and heels? Sure you were on probation but they couldn't sack you for breaking a non existent dress code...Could they.honestly you wouldn't put it past Dave he seemed to have some fucked up traditional views.

Your attention was quickly drawn down to your phone buzzing you smiled seeing it was Henry quickly tapping the notification.

'Bbe you still at the office?? Miss you! 😘😘' You smiled softly heaving a deep breath then began typing.

'Yep still here not for long though finish in 1hr thank god 😘😘 u 2 at the gym still??' You sent the text and got a reply pretty quick you smiled he must have left the gym to reply so quick. Your thoughts wandered a daydream of the huge glorious man puffed out and sweaty ugh yes that's what you needed right now your man to just ruin you fuck the stress and doubt right out of you!. Your eyes scanned the new text he had sent pulljng you out of your raunchy thoughts.

'No just left walking Kal around the park he got a bit excited need to wear him out, so have a good day?'

'😂 good luck with that. And its been okay...G2g shopping after apparently I need to dress more feminine😒😒 so will be home late' You frowned hearing the two love birds enter the office again wrapped up around one another professionally you rolled your eyes as the blonde pulled away from your manager giggling and made her way to the computer opposite you instantly reaching for her compact mirror trying to correct the smeared lipstick across her face. Your phone pinged and you looked down face lighting up a little seeing the anger emojis. Henry felt the same ass you.

'😡😡🤬WTF? wats tht sppsd 2 mean?' you cringed maybe you should have just kept your mouth shut but it was too late now you sighed trying to placate him.

'I need to wear skirts and shit...be an office bimbo no big deal🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ just get a few skirts thts all' you typed back his reply was immediate almost as if he'd been typing the same time as you. Wincing you prepared yourself for the worse, Henry was a very protective man and you knew he hated the whole gender roles thing.

'😡😡You dnt need makeup and shit!! ur gorgeous dnt u listen to that wanker!! Can't u leave early?? Say ur going shopping?? Just get out of there! please love dnt let this get 2 u!!🥺🥺 I love u, ur perfect!!😍😘😘😍' You grinned got flushing rereading the words a warmth in your chest. You knew that he meant every word. Stacey looked over with a smirk snapping the compact shut and pointed a false nail in your direction.

"Oh? Is that a blush? Who are you texting? Someone cute?" You flicked your eyes up to her you didn't have anything against her per say but you were different people, she was all Instagram, kardashians and trending and you were all gaming, books and cosy pajamas. You never really spoke to her if you could help it.

"Err yeah...My boyfriend" you admitted looking down seeing another text from him. Another round of compliments and reassuring words lit up your screen.

'I mean it bbe I know u! dnt beat urself up over it! Dont u let him get 2 u!😘😘' you smiled softly yes he did know you and he knew this had not only made you angry but also insecure. You thought you looked good at work you always made a point to look 'put together' but it wasn't enough?

"Ooo was that him again? You never told me you had a boyfriend! Is he new? How long have you been together? What does he do? Whats he saying!?" You gulped as she got up quickly scuttling around the desk as fast as she could in her heels and skirt.

"We've been together a few years...He's just asking me to leave early and catch diner with him but I don't think Dave would like that..." Stacey's face lit up and she beamed at you. She was happy to have something else to gossip about.

"Oh! that’s so sweet~ he wants to steal you away for dinner! You know I wish Dave would do that but he only really pays attention to me at work....So does this sweet mystery man have a name?" You looked up at her tilting your phone away a little so she didn't see Henry's on going threats of 'coming down there and teaching Dave some manners by ripping his tongue out his ass' you shook your head as you caught the ass end of a long text full of emojis...You sort of regret teaching him the meanings of them....Was that an eggplant in the middle?.

"Henry...His name is Henry and he's an actor" Stacey squealed cupping her face completely excited for some reason.

"Oh that's so cute! You know its always you shy ones that nab yourselves the boho guys...You know I always wanted to date the 'boho' type myself but never did, they were all to....Just not my type I like clean cut guys, you know ones who fill out a suit" You squinted what the fuck was she getting at? You schooled your features standing taller quickly and made your own little dig.

"Like Dave?" she flushed and nodded excitedly missing the whole sarcastic droll over your words. She clapped her hands completely missing the fact you were poking fun at the scrawny 'stud' sleazeball who Henry could easily snap over his thigh if he wanted to.

"Yes just like my Dave~! Ugh anyway do you have a pic...Come ooon! Let me see your man~" you sighed tilting your head to her...She was pretty harmless...And dippy so it shouldn't do any harm she didn't strike you as the type of person to watch Henry's movies so shouldn't recognize him. You nodded sweetly it was actually a little fun you rarely got to show off your man,  most people who knew him knew you were dating. You twisted the phone eying the screen and froze seeing the last texts he sent you whilst you spoke to Stacey.

'Have you got out early??🧐🧐'

'Babe don't ignore me!😤😤 Is he still there!?😡'

'Woman you better answer me! Stop ignoring me bbe it wont help😤😤'

'Im serious y/n do I need to chat with him? Do you want me to help?🧐🧐'

'Look out the window'

"Oh hell no!" you huffed out under your breath then stood up scrabbling to the large office window Stacey followed you alarmed. You freaked and quickly opened the window poking your head out to scream at your sweet but very dappy boyfriend. As irritated as the texts were he didn't look it, well until you really looked he was tense and it wasn't just because Kal was puling excitedly.

"Oh my god?! HENRY?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!....GET OUT OF THE GOD DAMNED ROAD!!" lone behold when you looked down you saw Henry standing there with a huge bouquet of Roses and a bag you suspected held a box of chocolates, Kal was barking up at you spinning in circles and jumping up super excited almost dragging the huge man over in all the excitement. It would seem the walk was not enough to wear out the bear. Henry grinned up at you you heard Stacey from beside you gasp.

"Holy shit is that your boyfriend??" you turned to her and smiled smugly to her nodding then glanced back down to him seeing him quickly navigate the people bustling around the car park heading for the doors. You froze. You can't let him up here he sounded angry earlier...He'd kill Dave. You ran back to your desk quickly logging off the pc and snatching up your bag.

"Where do you think your going y/n?" Dave called after you you stopped seeing him there arms crossed giving you the filthiest look he could muster seeing your bag slung over your arm then there was the distinct buzzing of someone Henry at the door trying to be buzzed in. You pointed to the door opening our mouth to fake sickness or something but was interrupted.

"Oh Dave leave her alone...All the times she's here early let her go early for once, we don't need her anymore today and it means we get the office to ourselves for an hour~" your eyes bugged out as Stacey came to your aid fluttering her lashes to your manager. He heaved a sigh and nodded to the door in a 'get out of here' motion.

You smiled quickly darting out down the stairs to the ground floor seeing Henry standing there unimpressed finger holding the button down in one long irritating ring. You shook your head at him through the glass as he held the button.

You slapped the exit button opening the door and Henry tried darting past you into the building chest puffed shoulders ready to give your boss a piece of his mind but you caught the frightening man by his ridiculous bulging bicep. You spun with him digging your heels into the worn carpet.

"No no no! Henry no!" he carried on to the stairs dragging you with him passing you the roses and Kal's lead as the dog bounced around you both yipping like the over excited pup he was. Henry had hoped filling your hands would give him time to jump up a few steps out of your reach so he could have a chat with Dave about this whole misogynistic bullshit. Henry swore when you scampered behind him hooking your arms around his forearm and leant back, if he moved you'd drop like a rock and up the few steps as you both were, you'd hurt yourself. He stopped heaving a deep sigh looking to you.

"Just five minuet's babe is all I need! fucking feminine my ass he just wants to oogle your peach of an ass!! And that's not- that ass is mine!! fucking no one NO ONE fucking upsets my baby!" Your body flushed skin prickling at the shear alpha tone the possessive growl that seeped into his words made you tremble swallowing dryly you managed to shake it off and focused on the task at hand fucking could come later for now you needed to stop him from ripping your manager a new one. You moved crouching down bearing your weight down giggling at him as he still tried to thunder up the stairs. Kal helped to pulling at his lead it was a joint effort.

"Henn love?! I'll be sacked if you go up there and make Dave piss himself! Please lets just go home it's Friday I can find a few things over the week end for now can we please leave" he stopped and looked up to the brown ceiling and flickering light sigh he clicked his tongue then looked to you slowly with a heavy breath.

"....Fine, but next time I'm having him!" you smiled finding his protective side arousing your tummy clenching just knowing you big strong man could rinse the little twat upstairs made your pussy clench you always had a thing about strong men and Henry was the most physically fit you'd ever met. You somehow managed to coax him out of the door in the direction of home taking a detour picking up a Chinese on the way.

You giggled rolling around the floor with Kal. after a quiet dinner and snuggle with Henry you had been ushered away so he could do his nightly reading of his new script.You didn't mind at all you loved seeing him so invested in his roles. you caught a glimpse of the red roses sitting proudly in a glass vase on the fireplace almost blocking the view of the tv but not quite. You loved this, just being home with your favorite boys enjoy a nice quiet night in. you scoffed mocking kal who was pulling hard on the black rope trying to out witt you with quick flicks of his head, playing tug with Kal was a workout huge as he was he had the weight and strength to out match even Henry. You did not stand a chance just holding onto the black rope hoping to slow him down but he was full of energy today.

Henry was sitting on the sofa feet up reading his witcher script pen in hand as he read his page, one a night was the deal. But honestly trying to pull him away from this particular script was a hell of a job fair enough he was trying to memorize lines and scribble down alternatives in the margins. It was sweet how excited he got, he already knew the character in and out so could already tweak things around so it felt like Geralt. He was happy had been chasing the role for a while so you didn't mind that preparing for it was taking up most of his time. but you were still horny from earlier and wouldn't complain to a night of nooky. But alas Henry was drawn in by the script and you were trying to find other ways to distract yourself from the bubbling arousal in your loins, like playing with Kal. But that’s not to say you wasn't going to tease your man, there were ways to get his attention~

You smirked putting a plan into action bending lower wriggling your ass, craning back so your shorts rode up just that little bit more. Then once in place you squealed loud gaining the mans attention as Kal tugged dragging you across the floor growling playfully bouncing his weight back jerking you around, it was only then that Henry grunted in annoyance, your voice had been high he loved you keeping Kal entertained he really did, but sometimes he needed a little quiet. Especially when he was trying to concentrate.

"You know if I keep this up I'll have bigger muscles then you~" you giggled out a you tried to hold your own against the mighty bear. Henry smiled and watched shaking his head as Kal dragged you under his legs to the free space on the side of the coffee table. As much as he was trying to concentrate you could never get on his nerves for long, he just loved you to damn much. Henry frowned as you were pulled again wincing anticipating an accident as Kal was definitely getting to invested in the game.

"Or a dislocated shoulder" he commented as Kal did another particularly painful looking shunt and shook his head side to side still growling loud around the toy. It was then that he looked at you properly and what he saw made the man pause and suck in a breath air getting trapped in his throat at the innocently erotic sight. Seeing you bent over any time was a pleasure but here and now? Bouncing deliciously on your knees being half dragged about the living room added another dimension to the whole thing. Your arms and back stretched out low on the floor spine arched slightly, sitting with your knees tucked under you, the bouncing making your ass jump deliciously.

Two full ass cheeks peeking out of you short shorts as Kal carried on his jerky movements. You bit your lip grunting and tugged back pulling with all your might successfully gaining a few inches which Kal stole back and more making you yelp and moan as you were sprawled out on the carpet again. This time dragged up on your knees into a position he he spent many nights enjoying to his fullest. were you doing this on purpose? he wouldn't put it past you...Maybe you needed a fuck, a proper fuck.

Henry couldn't help the twitching in his groin, the first tremors as he got a front row seat to the two perfect globes of your ass seemingly clapping against one another with the shorts acting like a thong shucked up your ass. Fuck you wasn't wearing Knickers again. Little fucking minx. He lowered his feet to the floor now far to invested in watching you roll around in the tiny shorts. swept up in the way your body swayed taunting him. you turned to him with a sly smile and sent him a quick wink that he almost missed.

He gaped at you, you were doing it on purpose!! His script laid completely forgotten on his lap as he watched you turn back to Kal innocently dipping down low again shoulders to the floor stretched out taught in front of you face tucked into your arm as Kal fought you for the coveted rope. God...It had been a while since he fucked you like that. He licked his lips. Too long in the busy days since snagging the witcher role he had only had time for a two quickies. Two fumbled quickies in three weeks and they wasn't even that good. Well not his usual hour long foreplay teasing and touching then good few rounds. They were just a flurry of fast rutting motion's, less fucking more jerking trying to finish as quickly as you could just wanting that high. he bit his lip watching you watch him out of the corner of your eye definitely teasing him.

"Babe come here~" You froze and twisted your head back you knew that tone.Grinning knowing you'd got your way you looked seeing Henry eyeing you hungrily biting his lip tilting his head, legs spread wide making his thighs bulge in what should be a loose set of black shorts but actually became skin tight on this Goliath of a man. You flushed under the gaze but managed to hold into the rope not giving the still pulling pup an inch. His eyes were a dark ocean blue pupils nearly swallowing the color completely, you wondered how far you could push him. you pouted at him before teasing him further opening your legs wider letting the material of your shorts almost completely disappear.

"Henry...I'm playing with Kal-" he squinted at you then quirked a brow before shaking his head snapping shut the folder holding the script and let it drop to the floor by his foot with a decisive thump. You gulped. But didn't move instead you heaved back pulling the Akita across the floor.

"Babe...Come here Kal's had his playtime..." you rolled your eyes hearing the silent 'now I want mine' sometimes he was a man child. You twisted your head to him with a flutter of your lashes and cheeky grin.

"Well I'm playing with Kal you have to wait your turn-HEY? HENRY THAT’S CHEATING!?" You yelped as Henry quickly bolted up right and stomped on the rope whilst using his considerable size and strength to pull you up off the floor making you release the toy.

"Well that’s enough playing with Kal, time to play with me. I wont be cock blocked in my own house by the dog~" you giggled as Henry quickly began climbing the stairs laughing kicking your feet, watching as Kal stayed two steps behind rope in his mouth excitedly following his parents, you were all going to play!. It was only when the dog found himself shut out of the bedroom did he realize you were in fact not going to be playing with him anymore tonight. you could hear the indignant huff through the door.

You wriggled as Henry fell onto the bed with you wrapped around him slowly devouring each other with deep kisses tongues and teeth roaming each other. It had been a good few weeks since you both explored one another properly. Henry pulled away chuckling at the soft scratches at the door. Kal was not impressed.

"Kal go lie down! We will be finished soon" Henry called out and ignored the high whines and more insistent scratching at the door and leaned over you sucking at your neck decorating it as he saw fit leaving marks of red and purple biting his mark into the crook of your neck then lower tracing a warm wet train over your thin shirt. You moaned clutching his waist trapping him between your thighs using the grip you had to rock up onto him trying to ease the burning in your core.

"Oh whats this? Someone is impatient considering she wanted to keep playing with Kal?" His voice came out as a deep rasp making you gasp cupping his face.

"You treating me with your Geralt babe?" He smiled latching onto your ear rocking down onto you drawing out soft mewls. You vaguely heard Kals whines become louder barks out side the door hearing the dog jump up pawing at the handle of the door trying to break in.

"Oh you like?~" You sighed quickly trying to rid your tshirt panting feeling just how wet your slit had got, you were embarrassingly wet considering you hadn't even done anything yet.

"Fuck yes~ oh god its so-ah fuck its so hot Henry~" he pulled back growling in the new low tone you hadn't known he was capable of, his large hands helped remove the tshirt throwing it across the room and latched onto your tits biting and sucking slow flicking his tongue across a pebbled nipple as his hands stripped you of your shorts. he chuckled seeing the damp patch, your arousal sticking to the material in one neat line.

"Oh you really do need me don't you love~" you nodded to him whining when he pulled back grunting a growl biting your boob and sucking harshly. You both moved in tandem rolling around the sheets grinding ,rocking ,biting and grunting both intent on ignoring the pup crying outside the door. He would wear himself out and get bored. Well that was the plan anyway.

Henry finally pinned you and descended on your core like a starving man given the sweetest fruit. You cried out fingers in his hair unsure what spurred on this heated frenzie but would happily indulge him. One thing you loved about him is he was always up for eating you out, the man thrived on it! He seemed to get a massive kick out of feasting on you until you came all over him. You grunted as he suckled on your bud teasing and twisting his supple lips across it Nipping you began to loose yourself panting and jerking up into his mouth chasing a sweet release you hadn't known you needed and then you heard it.

A deep loud echoing mournful howl. Even Henry stopped frowning up at you from between your legs. That was new, Kal wasn't a howly dog, he barked and yipped giving off the weirdest groans and moans. But never howled. You both burst out laughing unable to stop it as the howls were all over the place, loud and quiet raspy and uneven like Kal was an apprentice learning on the job.they were less 'howls' and more 'how-wo-wow-wo-wow' It was clear this was his first time but bless him he was trying to be the wolf of the house. You panicked as he began to get the hang of it and patted Henry's shoulder. he was still chuckling finding Kals new found voice hilarious.

"Quick stop him! If he learns that we'll never hear the end of it!" You chuckled pulling the thin sheet over you as Henry swore and quickly slinked off the bed racing to the door opening it stopping Kal in his tracks. The Akita smiled panted a few breaths thumped his tail on the floor then collected his rope entering, jumping on the bed without a care in the world.

"Babe?" You asked biting the inside of your cheek trying to stop the giggles as Henry began to scowl at the fluffy bear sprawling out on his side of the bed a flush building up his chest settling over his face. He cleared his throat.

You and Henry watched as Kal moved dropping the rope by your hand waiting for you to continue your game of tug. You flopped back in peels of laughter at Henry's face. The man looked amused and livid at the same time as realization struck. Kal, lovable cute baby boi Kal had just played Henry like a fiddle. You didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the fact your boyfriend, your chosen mate had just been outsmarted by a dog.

"Yes love?" He said none to happy with how things had turned out, here he was standing at the foot of his bed painful hard on and there you were naked and willing...In his bed...With Kal. This was not the plan.

"I hate to break it to you...But you've just been cock blocked in your own house by your dog....For a game of tug!" You giggled as you threw Henry's previous words back at him petting Kal who was still fiddling with the rope trying to make you grab it.

"No shit...Can we still fuck? I mean he can have my side! I'm gonna be on top of you anyway?" You gaped at him as he rounded the bed fulling intent on rolling on top of you sliding home. You held up your hand to him.

"Nope! No way am I fucking you next to Kal!" Henry ignored you crouching over you trying to lay you back down to finish what he started before being rudely interrupted by the Akita now in bed with his girlfriend.

"Oh babe why not? this is painful, look I'm going purple...Besides you started it its your responsibility~" he whined trying to bat away your pushing hands leaning in to capture you with a burning kiss. You dodged anticipating his next move, his kisses were always a sure fire way to make you completely melt and give in to him. you quickly twisted away throwing your legs over the side of the bed placing your hands either side of his naked hips, pressing him back as he still tried to gain on you. you swallowed looking up at him meeting his lopsided grin, trying to ignore the proud cock swaying in front of you almost tapping your heaving breasts.

"How about the shower? He's scared of the bathroom since his last bath?" Henry snapped his fingers and clapped face lighting up as he patted your hands slowly easing them off of him.

"Fuck yes! Babe you are a genius!" He moved over and kissed your face making you bat him away and then he turned to Kal wagging a finger at him.

"And you my four legged son are a pain in the ass!" You shook your head patting Kal as he tilted his head  he looked offended with his dads statement. You looked to the bathroom door as Henry's pert ass vanished around the door frame.

"Daddy didn't mean it baby boy~ you know how he is when he doesn't get his way...Just a spoiled man child~ he loves you really" Kal whined ears flattening  as he heard the shower switch on. You patted the dog with a sigh and got up padding across the bedroom to the en suit.

"Don't worry baby you stay there and daddy wont get you in the mean old shower~" you giggled scratching his ears as he huffed  in defeat. His daddy had got the better of him and the Akita wasn't pleased. He grumbled as Henry poked his head around the door frame wriggling his brows at you as you passed him getting a playful smack on the rear. then he faced the dog and stuck his tongue out childishly to the dog who huffed and turned around choosing to give you both a clear view of his ass.

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Girl Talk (The Song of Sway Lake Fic)

A/N: The moment has finally arrived! The first official collab/crossover between myself and @miss-kittys-magical-library​! I’m really excited for how this came out, and how much fun we had writing it together. 😊 Word Count: 3127 Rating: T - mild language, brief mention of blood, discussion of violence

~The Papermill bookstore, Sway Lake~

Selina burst through the door of the bookstore.  She almost doesn't wait for Jess to say hello or ask questions.  Selina is overcome with adrenaline, the exhilaration of what she did. A giant smile spread across her lips.  There's almost a dreamy look in her eyes.  

She's covered in blood: her hands, her jeans, the bottom of her shirt.  Selina held her hands like a surgeon so she didn't touch anything.  

Jess’s mouth hung open while she pointed nervously towards the upstairs.  Her friend knew where to find what she needed.

Selina comes out of the hot shower knowing Jess will be in the room waiting.  She found clean clothes but stopped to study herself in the mirror.  Somehow she felt like her body had changed somehow.  

Selina caught a picture of her and Jess and held it up.  How far they've come from the girls in the photo on her best friend’s dresser.

She glimpsed Jess in the mirror, a strange smirk on her face.  Selina knew something was up.  She handed the picture to her friend and spoke,

“Can you believe this was us?”

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There had been a time in life where Selina and Jess had told each other everything, no matter what. And yet somehow this summer, one of the most eventful in recent history, Jess hadn’t told her best friend anything. Anyone who had spent any time on the lake knew about tensions between the Sways and...basically everyone, but especially Selina’s mother and her relatives. And more than that, it had been kind of nice to have a good secret all to herself for a little while. But she missed her friend, and would have loved her advice on what to do about the boy who was quickly becoming someone important, and a problem for her heart. 

She was just thinking about the other girl, wondering if she should call her after work, maybe suggest a bonfire or late night rowboat race like they used to have, when Selina burst through the door. Jess’s eyes fell to the blood first, and then rose quickly to Selina’s face and the expression that didn’t match the apparent situation at all. 

A thousand questions raced through her mind as she pointed her best friend toward her bathroom (not that Selina didn’t know where it was by now) and made quick work of closing the shop. She didn’t seem hurt, so everything else could wait. While Selina washed herself clean, Jess dug for any clothes left behind the last time she had come for a visit, and failing that, any old shorts and t-shirt. She left them on top of the dresser and poked her head into the bathroom to gather the discarded bloody garments and throw them into the wash. 

Selina was standing in the bedroom, studying herself in the mirror when Jess returned, and for a moment she wondered, again, if her friend was injured. 

“Can you believe this was us, what?”

Selina laughed, “These girls.  We’re just girls here trying to be grown women.  I sort of treated you like I did Sunny.” 

She waited for Jess to maybe bristle or tense up at his name. “I marched on to the beach, saw the first girl my age who had SOMETHING in common with me, and declared you mine.  We aren't little girls anymore.”  

There was a bittersweetness in her voice.  Selina didn't even care that she was naked. 

Jess laughed. She remembered that day, meeting Selina after escaping her siblings in search of a moment of peace and quiet, far from what actually found her instead. But they had got on so quickly she'd forgotten to be angry about it.  

"No, we really aren't," she agreed with a tinge of nostalgic sadness in her own voice.

She leaned back on her hands on the bed, watching her friend study the picture. "I never minded, you know. It was kind of nice to be claimed by somebody. You'll always be my first for that," she bit her lip, hoping the joke didn't come off as uncomfortable given the situation. 

Selina finally dressed and sat beside her friend on the bed.  Her knuckles caressed the other woman’s cheek before she swept the hair from her face. Without a thought, she leaned in and gently pressed her lips to Jess’s, tongue lingered a bit before she broke away.  

“That's from Sunny too.”  Selina laid on her side tucked under Jess’s arm.  “How is it that I was here for a few weeks, and youuuu have been tramping around Sway Lake with some chick?!  Have you gone FULL lesbian?” she dropped her voice low. 

Jess turned onto her side, propping a head on her arm to face Selina. 

"You two are so weird," she rolled her eyes. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that." 

Her stomach flipped at the thought of Sunny, eyes cast to the ceiling as her thoughts wandered. She loved Ollie, but there was something raw about the idea of losing the other boy, even though he wasn't really hers anymore and hadn't been in quite some time. 

She quirked a teasing eyebrow as she returned to the present moment and the woman beside her.

"If I was going to do that, do you think it would be with anyone else than you? Whoever gave you your gossip needs glasses."

Selina’s mouth dropped open, “There's a guy around here with hair that long?!”  

She linked her arm through Jess’s and pulled her in for a hug.  The other woman now wrapped up in her embrace.  Selina let her chin rest on her friend’s head as she stroked her hair.  “You feel happier.  Content.  Like you're just drifting along.  I know you loved Sunny in your own way, but this is different.  It's the,” she ran a hand up and down Jess’s body without touching it, “this.  Papa would call it your aura.” 

Jess grinned. "I am. I'm really, really happy," she answered dreamily. "Ollie's a really sweet guy. But only here for the summer…"

She swallowed down the lingering bitter taste her argument with Ollie the previous morning had left in her mouth, not wanting to burden the conversation with her fears. Especially not when she still had so many questions of her own. 

"But don't think asking about my love life is going to get you out of explaining yourself, missy." She teased.

Selina sat up, “Oliver Sway?!  Jessica!  Come on.  Any other Tom, Dick or asshole at this stupid lake.  Sunny.  Sunny’s RIGHT THERE.  Just grab him by the ankle and bring him back to Earth.  He needs you.”

She took a breath, “That.. harpie will tear you apart because you aren't good breeding.  It's Sway Lake because that's what those upper crust cunts hold over this entire town.  Sway.  Lakes dont belong to one family, they should belong to EVERY person.  Are Sunny and I the only ones NOT under this family’s curse?  First Tom, then Nikolai and now you.”  

Selina’s voice was full of disappointment more than anger.  She looked at her hands.  Her palms, white and clean, were just caked brownish red not even an hour ago.  “It can't be the both of us.”

"Nikolai?!" Jess asked, staring for a moment before doubling over in laughter. "Oh god it all makes sense now."

She struggled to contain her laughter, gasping for air and wiping away the tears in her eyes from it. 

"Fuck Charlotte Sway, I couldn't care less what she thinks," she said, sobering and then sighing. "It's not like I planned on falling in love with Ollie. But I did, and it kinda scares me. I really really don't want to lose him. And he hates her and the whole legacy bullshit as much as anyone. Let it all rot or burn or whatever."

Jess was silent for a moment. It was hard to say Selina was her only or even oldest friend. But they were best friends, for certain, and they knew everything about each other. There were even times when they were younger that Selina and Sunny had talked about soulmates and Jess had wondered if she were hers. Which is why her stomach twisted with guilt as she realized just how unsettled Selina was, and pretending not to be. 

"But enough about me, it doesn't matter. Are you okay?"

Selina took Jess’s hand in hers.  She laced their fingers together and laid down again.  This time she and her friend were side by side.  She was certain no one in any spoken language had invented a word for what the two of them were.  

Selina knew it was why Leon and Johnny always ended phone calls and visits with long hugs and I love yous.  Why Honey and Klaus showered each other with intimacy and affection Honey showed Leon.  Friendships that made people question your sexual intentions.  It was probably something in the Kostas skin, like a pheromone. 

The 23 year old pushed the thought out of her mind that everyone around them was their friend because they didn't have a choice.  Instead she squeezed Jess’s hand.  

“You know Honey, she holds grudges with a tight grip.  There's only two people she hates: Charlotte Sway and Reginald Hargreeves, and he's the one she really wants dead.  Charlie is lonely and miserable. That's punishment enough for Mama.  Papa always says she would make a great Mafia don. She DID like Tim Sway; 

cried when he killed himself.  He wasn't even Charlot-”  Selina cut herself off.  “Either way Ollie must take after him then.  I hope he does.  I think we played together when we were little?”   

She realized she was avoiding the question and wanted to deflect solely on Jess.  Sunny wasn't the only one who slept around up here, or had a weird effect.  Selina again panicked if maybe, somehow, what was in him was in her.  That the Russian on a canoe in the middle of the night would show up in the Village, screaming at her in the dead of night.  Some of the guys she fucked flopped around on top of Selina for a few minutes, got off while she stared at the ceiling.  Then they laid claim to her like any White guy who thought he owned someone else’s land.

“And don't laugh like that either!  I was doing my duty as a future nurse and helping someone who got hurt.”   

She watched Jess cross her arms, even on her back.  She was giving Selina THAT stare.  Selina threw her hands up. “Ohhh,” she whined, ”I was swimming, floating really.  Probably out further than I should be in the middle of the night, but that fucking moon.  And there he was on his way to get rid of those horrendous jet skis of Jimmy’s.  And he was flirtatious and made me groan, but also laugh?” 

Selina had pulled her knees up to her chest so she could hug them.  A far off look on her face.  “And he's very.. I didn't really pay attention to what he looked like.  WHO, right?  It was just this fire that went through me.  Like I knew him?  

“Mama always talks about the day I was born and speaking into existence this notion. That every version of her will be loved by and love Papa.  She thought it was blood loss creating insanity, but Sunny and I had designs on a love like theirs.”

“And the way Nikolai made me feel, and the way he knew my body?  We didn't even fuck; not like that.  I haven't cum that hard or much ever.  Even by myself.”

“Then he got hurt, and I made Sunny take me to him.  Ollie had saved him, right?  As we're stitching him back together, I see his face.  That face I grew up with three times over.  He's fashioned for me, Jess.  Maybe like Ollie is for you.  But Nikolai is Leon and Nicklaus and Klaus and he's made to be mine.” 

"No, no  I'm not laughing at that, or you," Jess promised. "Just...the first decent conversation Nikolai and I had, he mentioned meeting someone. Matching his description to you is what's funny. And the fact that you two are such opposites." Jess paused, smiling in fondness for both parties in question. "But it's safe to say he likes you, a lot." 

She felt silly now, not putting it together sooner. After all, there was no one else in the world she could think more aptly described as a siren made of the moon. And as funny as it was on paper, something about Selina and Nikolai made sense. 

 And, it made her heart beat giddily. Her faith in fate was complicated, but when it came to the Kostases, the concept was shockingly simple. And it seemed impossible that this was just coincidence, the four of them tied together like this. 

'Or maybe,' she silently scolded, 'it's wishful thinking so you can tell yourself you're not being completely crazy.' 

The rest of what Selina said registered belatedly and she blanched. "Wait. That was a lot of blood. Are you saying that it was all Nikolai's?"

“It was,” Selina replied softly.

"Jesus. What did he do, get in a knife fight?" Her voice was a mixture of concern and annoyance. 

She could see Nikolai doing something like that, to defend his own pride which he deflected onto Ollie, or for some other stubborn, idiotic thing. And now that there were two people she loved who would get hurt if something happened to him, she made a note to have a little chat with him about being so reckless. And to find Ollie later to check on both boys. 

"I know if he had you helping take care of him, I don't have to ask if he'll be alright." She nudged Selina teasingly with a shoulder, hoping to break up some of the heavy, contemplative air settling over them both.

“Knives don't cause QUITE as much damage as you think.  Unless you hit a vein.  Diego showed me how to do it effectively once.  Plus if he's like the others, Nikolai probably prefers fists to weapons.  Or the spider monkey sleeper-hold thing Klaus and Sunny do.  Although Papa stabbed Uncle Jonny once, it was just an artificial wound.” 

Selina suddenly scooped Jess up in her arms so they could go back to a cuddle.  She tangled her legs and arms around Jess to sort of dominate her personal space.  Her forehead pressed into her friend’s neck.

“He and Jimmy got into it, and they were on the boat dock.  Nik slipped and hit his head.  Ollie swam for like, the first time ever to get him up into a boat.  Had pressure on it.  I just stitched him with fishing wire.  They'll do better at the ER.”

Selina sighed, “If he's like them he wouldn't die anyways.  Klaus died like twice in a few days, also head injuries?  Either way, Nikolai would’ve been fine without me.”  

Then almost like an afterthought, “Did you say he talked to you about me?  Probably something about conquests and the Russian army.  But you!  YOU FELL IN LOVE this summer!  I got my pussy licked and think he's this mythical soulmate.  You're in actual, real love.”

Selina propped up on her elbow, “Have you slept together?  No I'm sorry,  YOU get to call it MAKING LOVE!!”  she burst into a fit of giggles around cheeks fired by jealousy.  “I am happy for you.  I promise.  I'm glad Sunny..  I'm just happy.”

"No, actually," Jess said, shifting around Selina so they tucked together more cleanly, like two matched puzzle pieces. This kind of closeness wasn't Jess's favorite thing, but Selina knew that, and Jess trusted that if she didn't need it, she wouldn't be initiating it. "It was surprisingly non-militant. And only one nautical reference."

Jess hesitated, remembering some of the incidents Selina had to deal with and one or two more from the summers that  Sunny, or Jess herself, had headed off before they got far enough to be a concern (or for Selina to even know). She wanted her friend to know just what Nikolai had said, and that he very much did not just see her as just some conquest. But the line between sweet and creepy was a hazy one at best. She brought one hand away from the tangle to fret the corner of her thumb between her teeth while she thought it over. 

"I'm not saying I'm jealous...but I thought it was romantic. And dramatic of course, look who we're talking about. But dramatic isn't always bad. I wish you'd stop dismissing yourself like that. Soulmate or no, you have some sort of feelings for him which seem serious; one might call it a crush at least. And he made you feel good. He made you happy. You're allowed that. You deserve it. And now, for the moment if not more, you have it, savor it." 

"As for Ollie and me..." 

She froze, frowning as she struggled to figure out just what to say. There was a part of her that feared a reputation of some kind (even though it was just Ollie that she'd been a first time for, and Sunny, but he didn't count). And another part that wanted to keep it to herself, even though most of her wanted to share. She bit again at her thumb, searching for words. 

"It's not that big of a deal?" 

Selina bit her lip before a yawn escaped her.  “One: a crush is a crush because you can get hurt.  Otherwise, it would be called a cushion.  I think that's what Papa said once.  Or was it Klaus?”  

Selina closed her eyes now. “Either way, it's a very big deal!  I can feel the difference in you.  I want you to be in love.  To maybe leave Sway Lake.  Come back to the city with me?  Close up this place for a few months.  You can live with me.  Or Oliver for a little while. Oh lovely little Oliver making my sweet Jessica come ‘round again.  All your sadness and little pieces everywhere.  I couldn't stitch you back together with fishing wire, could I?  I shouldn't have let Sunny break your heart.  I just didn't want being around me to remind you of him.  I'm sorry.  But Ollie.. he’ll..  Sorry, I think I'm a bit delirious from adrenaline?  Mind if I nap a bit?” 

But Selina was fast asleep before Jess could give permission.

Jess shook her head with a smile, carefully extricating herself and tucking her friend into the bed. Selina had given her a lot to think about.

#hopefully this formatting worked #it was not at first #author collaboration #Jess O'Neill and Selina Kostas #Moonbrella Lake Crossover #The Song of Sway Lake fic