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honeybear-yammy · 1 year

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please write some dom!toni topaz smut 🙏

My Pretty Submissive Baby | Toni Topaz

Warnings: cursing, smut, oral sex, squirting

Pairings: Toni Topaz x Female Reader

Summary: In which Toni shows Y/N how great it can be to be submissive.

"Come on, you always get to be top." You said with a whine as you crossed your arms over your chest. "Aw baby, it's not that bad to be submissive, you should know that by now." Toni said with a smile. She did have a point. When you were submissive to her she always made you feel so fucking good but, you couldn't let her know that you were going to give in so quickly.

"Yeah well, maybe it just gets boring sometimes." You said with a shrug. She corked a brow when you said so. "Boring?" She asked with a small smirk. "Yes, boring." You said. "Oh baby, I don't know what you've been missing but, from the way you sound when I'm pleasuring you, I'd say that you're not bored at all." She said, her smirk growing even more. You just shrugged again and looked the other way, leaving her in silence.

"Well, maybe I'll just have to show my pretty baby how great it is to be submissive again." Toni said with a smirk as she gently pushed you down onto the bed so you were laying on your back. She then crawled on top of you slowly before leaning down and kissing you. The kiss was passionate and you melted into it. After the two of you kissed for awhile, Toni pulled back and looked at you with a smirk. "Aww, look at my pretty baby. Being submissive already. My pretty submissive baby." She said with a smile before kissing you again.

Toni pulled back before pulling your skimpy crop top off, revealing your green lacey bra to her. She bit her lip softly as she let her gaze linger along your breasts. After a few minutes, you decided to sit up a little bit before pulling your girlfriend's top off, revealing her lacey black bra. Toni just smirked a little before gently pushing your back down onto the bed. She leaned down and began to kiss your neck. Once she found the sweet spot on your neck, she began to suck on it causing you to whimper.

She kissed down your neck, down your chest and your stomach until she reached where your jeans were. She planted a kiss right under your belly button before she began to unbutton your jeans. She pulled your jeans off along with your panties before spreading your legs wide. She sat up to admire the sight she had in front of herself. "Fuck, you're so pretty, baby." Toni said with a grin. She used her fingers to scoop up some of your arousal before bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean.

"Baby, you taste so fucking good." She said with a smirk before putting her hands on your hips and diving right in. You gasped and moaned out as she did so. Toni began to slowly lick up your folds, the feeling driving you crazy. After doing that for a little bit, she used her fingers your spread your folds. Her lips wrapped around your clit before she began to suck on it. You moaned out and your hands flew to her hair, making home in her long hair as she continued to suck on your clit. She swapped between sucking on your clit and flicking your clit around with her tongue and you fucking loved it.

Then with zero warning she thrusted two fingers into your wet cunt. You gasped and your back arched off of the bed when you felt her fingers stretching you out. She began to thrust her fingers into you at a slow and agonizing pace making you whine. "Faster, please.." You whimpered. She smirked against your pussy before she began to pick up the pace. It seemed like she was going faster and faster with each and every thrust but, you weren't complaining. She continued to thrust into you and suck on your clit, the two motions together making your head foggy from all the pleasure.

Then you felt that familiar knot building up in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were going to cum any second now. You clenched around Toni's fingers, signaling to her that you were about to cum. She removed her mouth from your clit causing you to whine. "You gonna cum baby?" She asked with a smirk as she slipped a third finger into your pussy and picked up the pace of her thrusts. "I- fuck!" You moaned out and your back arched off the bed. "I'll take that as a yes." She said with a smirk as she attached her mouth to your clit once again.

You could feel the coil inside of you tightening even more and you knew that you were about to cum. "Come on baby, let it go. Give it to me." Toni said against your pussy, her voice vibrating against your cunt causing you to moan out more. That was enough to push you over the edge and trigger your orgasm. You moaned out Toni's name as your back arched off the bed and your whole body trembled as you gushed all over her fingers, tongue, and face.

Toni pulled her mouth away from your pussy and she slowed down the pace of her fingers until they stopped before pulling them out of you. "Fuck.." She said looking down at the mess. "What is it?" You asked as you sat up on your elbows. When you did sit up you saw the mess all over the bed, on Toni's face and there was also a little bit on your stomach. "Shit, you squirted baby." She said with a smirk. You felt your cheeks heating up when you came to the realization that you just squirted.

"Don't be embarrassed baby, it was so fucking hot." She said as she leaned down and kissed you. You kissed back, smiling into the kiss. "And I plan on making you do it again." She said with a smirk. You weren't going to be leaving this bed any time soon.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

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beezonia · 9 months

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Something borrowed and something to cherish.

A little arilukecrow drabble!

Ariana should be home soon, is what he thinks about when he catches a glimpse of the clock in the corner of his eye.

It’s nearly 5 o’clock, his partner should be finishing up with work at the office and heading back home.

It makes Luke smile, he’d finally get to embrace his love after a busy day. To much work and not enough play, but that’s how life has to be.

Crow is somewhere in the house, doing god knows what with himself. Business had been slow today and he’d managed to get home early (same as him)

Probably sorting out his collection of trinkets, Ariana hated when things weren’t sorted. She was a bit of a perfectionist, liked to have things in an order so it was easier for her to complete tasks she’d given herself.

“Luke, you haven’t seen the little black box I bought on Saturday have ya?”

Crows voice makes him jump out of his thoughts. The man instantly turns to face him at the mention of his partner loosing something.

“Don’t tell me you lost it again! Ariana is gonna throw a fit if she finds it laying about.”

Crow groans in response, he’d been at the brunt of their girlfriends scoldings before and knew how it felt.

Luke watches as crow fiddles through his pockets again to check, a look of relief on the other mans face when he finds the cube he was looking for.

“Thank the Lord! It’s extremely important I had that, Ariana’s been wanting a ring for months now.”

Luke smiles and so does Crow.

That ring was to be the symbol of their relationship, after a few years of ups and downs the three of them were ready to truly be called a couple, or well partners or girls friend with two boyfriends.

The ring was a symbol of their love, shining bright and everlasting.

Just like the topaz gem, Ariana’s birth month. Hopefully she’d appreciate the little details (she always did)

“Yeah, finally we can ask her the big question.”

They we’re going to get married someday soon, a few months or maybe a few years. But the three of them knew that they’d always love each other.

That made everything right, just right.

“Boys! I’m back~”

The pair exchange bright smiles with each other, a sign of their excitement.

Crow moves out of the living room to greet her at the door, Luke follows on not far behind. Being greeted with Ariana’s bright smile as his boyfriend places several kisses on her cheeks.

“You missed me that much, awww lukey look at him!”

Oh how she loved to tease each of them, Ariana’s sharp wit had grown with age. Honestly, Crow had always wondered why she never went into comedy.

They share a laugh at Ariana’s teasing, Luke presses a chaste kiss on her palm, enjoying the way a small blush appeared on her cheeks at the affection.

“Right, I’m bloody starving. What’s for dinner then?”

The trio walk down the hallway, Ariana had discarded her coat and scarf on the rack and Luke recognised that dress (the one he had bought her for her 23rd birthday) the teal colour matched her eyes wonderfully.

“Actually, we have reservations at seven. But first we wanted to give you something.”

Crow kneels down on the living room carpet, the small black box appears in his hand.

Luke can hear Ariana’s gasp of joy and the three of them are smiling like idiots.

“It’s Topaz, you’re birth stone. A symbol of our love.”

Luke says softly and they two of them watch as The woman in front of them sniffles.

“You remembered. Oh you two, thank you for this. It’s beautiful.”

Crow and Luke wrap there arms around her, it’s all they really need. Just the three of them against the world.

Luke, Ariana and Crow.

Yeah, just them. Falling deeper and deeper in love every day.

#professor layton #professor layton and the last spectre #luke triton #pl crow #arianna barde #lukecrow #ariluke #aricrow #arilukecrow #luke x crow x ariana

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lostacelonnie · 23 days

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Sorry this took a bit to get to time slipped right by & life happened a bit. Plus i got my first tattoo & thus couldn't use my right arm as well for a bit. Weather here has been like. Back & forth between rain/snow & mostly sunny so i can only blame the horrors. Oh good! Im glad its mostly easy stuff for you this month. Wait what? Thats all wild & im glad those teachers got fired for that. If only we were that regulatory of teachers in the states. A win win situation indeed. A carnival? That does sound like a lot of fun i gotta add that on my list of stuff to hopefully see one day. Yeah honestly! Like something about schools just. Is way different & can only be explained by school air. Thank you! I got sparkle decently quick which i needed her for her buffs so im glad. Those 30 free pulls from the anniversary will help my archeron gain i hope. Shame jingliu is in the same patch so ill have to wait for her again. One day clara will come to me. I hoped it would be on sparkle's banner but i got e1 gepard instead. I cant even reach gold & gears because the final boss of swarm disaster is still beating my ass i need better imaginary units. Or to work on ratio maybe he can deal with that damn boss duplicating itself. Oh talents are another thing i should focus on maxing for characters i just. Keep forgetting. Next patch we have triple drop coc & su planar ornaments which is gonna be nuts i cant wait to farm then. Ive played wendy's arc a bit more & like. Wow cocolia is awful what the hell. Worst mom of the year. Im excited for you to continue them both are so good. Oh thats what all that was about okay. Seele best girl always. Oh no worries take all the time you need to jot it down. Yeah some people get. Real intense about their us patriotism & its. Embarrassing. My condolences on losing such an impressive noita run. One day ill get into honkai part 2. But for now its a slow movement through part 1

ah very fair and apologies on my part as well!!! yknow how it is. same old same old. i was personally also Quite busy with our dear beloved school festival which drained me for like a solid week 😭😭 but it was SO worth it. im def helping with it next year as well. AND YOO TATTOO??? THATS AWESOME....... man i wanna get tattoos when im older (and piercings. i dont have a Single one i feel inferior to like all of my friends) but ive never really known what Of. and yeah same with the weather..... it was like. 9 celsius like two days ago and its 25 celsius today. Wild. and thankies!!! i Got Through it (with varying results tbh) but not anything to get me really down so we chillen. AND YEAH RIGHT???? our school is just generally a hotspot for strange individuals (both students and teachers) but its usually in the positive way. but ah what can you do. and yeahhhhh i heard it kinda sucks in the us. and same!!! ive heard a Lot of things about the carnivals in spain since theyre a pretty Big Thing and our teachers love to tell us about them so i actually ended up looking quite a bit forward to seeing one someday. if money allows for it, that is. AND GOD FOR REAL. school air my beloathed school air. OH CONGRATS ON THE SPARKLE!!! to be fully honest i do Not know what her kit is because i wasnt playing That much when her banner was up. or rather focused more on just going through penacony, both story- and exploration-wise. AND GOOD LUCK ON ACHERON!! i managed to get her, her lightcone, AND claras eidolon in like. a 100 pulls which is probs a new record for me. currently saving but i dont know who for yet SHJD. ill see if any future penacony chars interest me (ive been Thinking about boothill, or aventurine for clara) but if not then its gonna be either jingliu or topaz. and ahh good luck with getting them as well in the future!! GOD I HATE THE SWARM. I HATE THE SWARM SO MUCH. GAHHH. the most annoying enemies in the game by a MILE. but ah what can you do. oh yeah very real i always forget in genshin but luckily dont really have that problem in hsr. and yeah im Waiting for that triple drops for my acheron since rn she just has. Very scuffed temporary gear. but not gonna lie her damage is pretty good regardless. i think the mechanic with not needing energy to use her ult but stacks of That One Thing instead is very fun and interesting. brings a bit of spice into the gameplay. AND AHHH I HAVE VERY COMPLEX FEELINGS ABOUT COCOLIA shes a really interesting character imo. but thats revealed a bit more in the later arcs so i wont share too much hehehehe. tho yeah i agree she is Not a great mother. SEELE BEST GIRL ALWAYS!!!! and thankies!!! also yeah... but at least theres a lot of ways one can make fun of them. i literally cant stop saying "MY PRONOUNS ARE U/S/A" whenever i get a good mark on my english tests its just embedded in my vocab now. and have fun with honkai!!!!

#also had quite a bit of motivation for writing lately so. thats nice #asks #pen pals

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passerine-writes · 1 year

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Silent Sparks - Volt 3

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse Word count: 1724

Notes: Italics - Tsukare signing Bold italics - Family member/friend signing 'Italics with apostrophes' - Thoughts

Masterlist

Volt 2 | Volt 4

It was another night on patrol when Aizawa Shouta found Tsukare Onryo at a playground. He spotted the child with unruly topaz hair with bandages and a contraption on his face. The kid was sitting on the park bench, curled up in clothing far too thin and far too tattered for the chilly night.

"Are you alright?" Tsukare spun around, his hazel eyes widened in fear and filling with tears. Aizawa's stomach dropped when he saw the contraption was a muzzle. He had heard the tales and horror stories, but he never actually saw one until now. "Can I take that off for you?" He slowly waddled forward in his now crouched position, slipping his goggles off and pulling his scarf down to reveal his face more. He waited for the child to nod and quickly went into action at his silent consent. With slow, cautious hands, he undid the two belt straps holding it tightly against the poor boys head and steadily undid the clamp. Thankfully, it was a simple clamp and didn't have anything sharp on it like some of the other ones do. "There you go. Can you speak?" Tsukare grimaced when he tried to, the pain in his tongue too much to even whisper. So he started signing.

My name is Tsukare Onryo.

It was shaky and broken, but he made do. Aizawa's eyes widened in shock, this kid didn't look to be more then six years old and was using sign language.

"My name is Eraserhead, it's nice to meet you Tsukare." It was the kids turn to have wide eyes.

You can understand me?

"I can, I learned how to sign in high school. What are you doing out so late?" Tsukare shrunk in on himself, fear consuming him again.

I ran away.

"From home?" The little boy shook his head.

The foster center.

"The foster center? Are they the ones who put that on you?" Tsukare slowly nodded in confirmation, Aizawa's heart sunk to his stomach. "Stay put, alright? I have to go make a phone call." Tsukare nodded and stayed in his seat, his feet now swinging in front of him. The tired man stepped away and dialed the only number he had committed to memory.

"Sho? Is everything alright?" His husbands sleepy and concerned voice came through the electronic device.

"Sunshine, would you kill me if I brought a child home?" The loud blond was now wide awake at the random question.

"That's rhetorical right? You know I've always wanted a kid! But where is this coming from?" Aizawa rubbed a hand down his face, not knowing how he was going to explain this without opening old wounds.

"I found a kid from the foster center on patrol, he can't be older than six or seven but he's speaking in sign language. As you would put it, my dad instincts kicked in. I don't know what it is about him but he feels like he should be our kid." Aizawa's voice was uncharacteristically soft. "I can't take him back to the foster center either, they're putting him through the same thing you went through, Hizashi." The blond went uncharacteristically silent, remembering the times he couldn't talk for days. It was one of the reasons he originally learned how to sign, the blonds partner learning for him during high school.

"I'll set up the guest room and we'll go down to the center tomorrow. Maybe we should sue those bastards, nobody should ever have to wear one of those damn things." Aizawa wished he was there to physically placate his husband since he knew he wasn't the best with words.

"One kid at a time, we'll get things fixed. We'll be home in about half an hour." The two bid their goodbyes and Aizawa went back to the bench to thankfully find the boy still there. "Tsukare, how would you like to come home with me and get your forever home?" His hazel orbs widened in disbelief, not thinking that's what the phone call would be about.

Yes! But won't I get in trouble? For not going back there?

"Not at all, tomorrow, me you and my husband are going to come back to the foster center for all of your things and sign all the paperwork. What do you say? Want to go home?" Aizawa watched as the boy nodded enthusiastically and hopped off the bench. "Let's go."

A little into the walk, Tsukare slipped his hand into Aizawa's. The two found comfort in the gesture. Then halfway through, when the boy grew tired, Aizawa carried him the rest of the way home, only setting him down once he was on their porch step.

"'Zashi? We're home." Tsukare hid behind the man's leg when the loud blond walked into the room, watching closely as he crouched down a few feet away from him.

His hair was pulled back in a low, messy bun, his regular glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he smiled softly to the child.

"Hey buddy, I'm Present Mic but my real name is Yamada Hizashi. What's your name little listener?" He looked up to Aizawa curiously, wondering how he was going to talk to the blond.

"Go ahead, he's the one who taught me how to sign."

I'm Tsukare Onryo. I've listened to your radio show before, you're really cool. You're one of my favorite pro heroes.

Tsukare was excited now. He didn't quite recognize the sound hero at first because of his casual house wear but now he sees it. However, the hero did well to hide his concern. His clothes were thin and soiled, bandages scattered his body and he was tinier then he should be.

"I'm one of your favorites? What about All Might?" This question had Aizawa on the edge of his seat.

He's okay I guess but I don't look up to him a lot. He's too loud and weird.

The caffeine addict stifled his laugh but didn't manage to hide his proud smirk. He could tell Tsukare was meant to be their kid and this just further proved it.

"He is, isn't he? What do you say we get you some ice cream to help with your tongue, little listener? It always did the trick for me growing up." His eyes widened as he thought hard about the words.

They put one on you too?

"Yeah, they weren't a fan of my quirk. Say, do you have a voice quirk too?" Tsukare excitedly followed him to the kitchen and scrambled up onto the stool.

Yeah, but I don't know how to control it because it's weird.

"We can help you with it if you want." Tsukare froze mid bite into his sweet treat and Mic was worried he said something wrong.

But, what if I hurt you? My voice hurts people.

Mics face sunk at the signed words. He heard that all too much growing up, being told his voice was dangerous, that he did it on purpose, that his voice is the reason why nobody would want him.

"You're not gonna hurt me, Onryo. And if Sho over there thinks you might on accident, then he can help. Do you know what his quirk is?" He gingerly shook his head while he savored his sweet treat. "He can erase quirks for a little bit, but they come right back afterwards." Tsukare stared with widened but excited eyes.

Does it hurt?

"Not at all, just feels a little weird." Tsukare nodded contently and continued eating his ice cream. "How about after you finish your ice cream you hop in the shower and clean off before going to bed? It's getting kinda late." He nodded solemnly at the suggestion, finding a large amount of comfort in the two men that would soon become his parents. "Or, after you shower we can have a sleep over in the living room?" Tsukare perked up at the suggestion and nodded excitedly, scarfing down the last few bites of his ice cream before hopping off of the stool. "Alright, I'll show you where the bathroom is and grab you a towel and some clothes, maybe a toothbrush too. Sleepyhead over there can set up all the blankets and pillows." Tsukare simply nodded and followed the loud blond through the house.

While Onryo washed up and changed into very oversized clothes, Mic and Eraser set up the living room, finally utilizing the pullout function on their sofa and piling it with comfy blankets and pillows.

"I see what you mean Sho, he feels like our son already." Yet there was an unspoken comment that neither of them were ready to face. "With how his hair is and the bandaid over his nose, he kinda reminds me of Shirakumo." Their hearts sunk at the thought of their passed friend, yet it had to be said sooner or later.

"Yeah, but he reminds me of you too." Yamada smiled softly as he set up the final pillow.

"If his hair was any longer he would have the same hair cut you used to have." Aizawa scoffed at the truth of his statement, not wanting to admit it. "I think after we get done at the foster center we should take him to the doctor and then go shopping for him. At least get him some clothes." Aizawa sent him a pointed look before dissolving into chuckles.

"You just want to spoil him, Sunshine." The blond shrugged, not denying the accusation because he truly did.

"Don't act so surprised, we've been together for eight years and married for three now, you knew this would happen." Aizawa sighed and nodded, knowing his partner all too well. Both of them turned at the sound of tiny feet hitting the hardwood floor quietly. "Ready for bed kiddo?" Tsukare nodded tiredly, completely drowning in Hizashi's very old t-shirt and shorts.

He crawled onto the couch and curled up in the corner, gripping the blankets and pillow for dear life. Before the movie could even get fifteen minutes in, Tsukare was fast asleep and half way through the night, a tired pro hero felt a small thing of warmth curl into his chest.

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capofthink · 1 year

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Cap Of Think Status Update: Recent Tooth Surgery

Maybe I Will Do A Surgery To Remove A Decayed Tooth In The Deep Top of My Mouth In A Few Days, In That Period, If I Don't Appear Online, Doing What I Usually Do Aside From Productivity (Playing Videogames or Watching Tokusatsu) That is, Commenting On Other Places, Also Insulting Motherfucking Bastards On A Daily Basis Everywhere On Literally Any Website this Scum is into, And Making their Lifes Harder On Purpose, ALL For the Sake of Slowing Down and Stopping Manking's Self Destruction Process those Worms Are Causing, As Well As to Make that Scum Pay For Throwing Someone Talented and Highly Intellectualized Like me into Oblivion When I Should be on a High Ranked Position on Places Like Soleruin And Such, As that Scum STILL Trashtalked me EVERYWHERE To Put on ME, The Blame for the Crimes and sins the Motherfuckers Themselves Have Commited....

It's Because I Am Taking A Brief Rest From it Before Returning To My Usual Routine--Since I Will Take A General Anhestesia for it to Happen, If That Soleruin Scum, That Stupid Bitch Of Auturd, That Failure Imposing As A Man Of Topaz, That Worm Swimming on it's Own Vomit of Sodareishi, That Four Eyed Vietcong Platypus Of Assassin Knight, That Cuban Wimp Of SWTerra, That Faggot Son Of A Bitch Of Brunton, That Scoundrel Bastard Of Zackary Burguess, That Afeminated Deception Imposing As A Man Of William Baker/Novabear/Yershibear Whateaver the Fuck You Call that Faggot Or Any Of Those LGBTQ+ Abominations Unworthy of Being Part of the Human Race Can See This, I Hope You're Satisfied Of Yourself Because I AM SURE This was a CURSE Some of you Motherfuckers Have Thrown into me To Be Sure I WOULDN'T Interfere and Stop Your Crap, For my Tooth is hurting Like HELL!

SO MUCH I Can't Even Play Or Produce Anything When it's Starts Hurting, I NEVER Had Tooth Problems and My Mouth Health Was A EXAMPLE For Others to Follow Around Me, But OH ENJOY The Brief Rest While You CAN You Satanic Plague Of Humanity, And I Say You're BETTER RUN AND HIDE While You Can, Because When I Come Back after the Recovery, I Will BE SURE YOU ABOMINATIONS WILL REGRET BEING BORN ON THIS WORLD JUST TO POLLUTE IT AND THROWING THIS CURSE UPON ME!!!!!!!

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rusted-muses · 1 year

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Have a meet cute:

The Hunter and the Dragon Thief, first draft:

The dragon thief spun on her heel and grabbed for the hand axes on her belt, but she froze when she saw Virgil’s crossbow. He had to give her this; even with a steel-tipped bolt pointed straight at her heart, she didn’t even flinch. She slowly raised her hands in an apparent surrender… then she made a strange guttural noise to Topaz.

And Topaz completely transformed. The dragon curled her huge body protectively around the thief, and bared her teeth at Virgil. A gurgling hiss escaped her throat, and her golden eyes blazed with fury. Virgil involuntarily staggered back. He’d never seen a dragon’s full set of teeth before. The smallest could have taken off his hand.

“What...” he stuttered, “How…?”

“I don’t think this little one is happy to see you,” the thief said sarcastically. “Maybe you should put down that crossbow before someone loses an eye. Or a head.”

Virgil considered taking the shot. He wasn’t that far away… But, then, what would Topaz do to him? He had no idea what command the thief had given her. He stared dumbly at the Guild dragon, so docile and quiet up to now. She responded to his brief eye contact with another hiss. Virgil slowly removed the bolt from his crossbow, and then laid them both on the ground.

“Good boy,” the thief said. “Now, turn around and walk back the way you came. Better yet, run. Or you’re going to find yourself on tonight’s menu.”

“I’m not…” Virgil coughed to hide a clench in his throat. “I’m not going anywhere. You stole my dragon.”

The thief spat on the ground at Virgil’s feet. “Of course I did. You think I was going to leave her in your hands after I saw the way you’ve been treating her?”

“I… what?”

“You Hunters,” the thief sneered. “You think you have it all figured out. You should try taking some basic dragon training lessons sometime. Or, maybe just basic care. Or maybe you just thought that growing red sores was a natural dragon marking. Maybe some fashionable new breed to really add that extra touch of glamour to hunting down people like animals.”

“Red…” Oh, no.

The thief drew both of her axes out of her belt and advanced on him. Topaz prowled just behind her without needing a command. Virgil backed up some more and nearly tripped on the steep, rocky path.

“Do you have any idea how much pain this creature has been in?” the half-orc woman demanded. “Or how seriously ill she could have become if I hadn’t stepped in? I am seriously considering chopping you up into kibble myself, just to spare the world one more negligent menace who –”

“I’m color blind!” Virgil blurted out.

There was a deafening silence in the clearing. Virgil’s heart pounded so fiercely that he couldn’t make out anything else.

“You’re what?” the thief asked suspiciously.

“Color blind,” Virgil repeated. “I can’t see green or red… just… just yellow, brown, blue, and gray. I didn’t see anything wrong with my dragon’s skin, I swear.”

The thief’s eyes narrowed. They were very wide, the color bright against her dark skin, and would have been quite fashionably beautiful in a human noble’s face. Even under her sloping orcish brow and over her wide, upturned nose, they were captivating. He saw their color as the same glistening gold as the sun just breaking above the horizon, or the leaves on a rosebush in spring. He couldn’t tear himself away from those eyes. He wasn’t sure what was going on behind them, but he hoped she believed his words. He hadn’t told anyone about this in a very long time.

Mostly because they didn’t believe him.

“Hmm,” she said at last. That didn’t really tell him anything either way.

Virgil chanced a slow step closer to Topaz and the half-orc.

“Is… is she really in pain?” he asked quietly. He’d been meticulous about meeting all of his dragon’s needs as they’d been explained to him in basic training. The idea that he’d been missing signs of a serious problem was upsetting to say the least.

The half-orc seemed to examine him for a moment, then she slid one of her axes back into her belt and reached out to him.

“Give me your hand,” she said curtly.

Virgil glanced at Topaz warily; she was still eyeing him like he was something to eat. But he thought he’d better do as the woman said. When he was within reach, his hand outstretched, she grasped his wrist and pressed his palm against the side of Topaz’s long, graceful neck.

“Describe what you feel,” the woman ordered.

“Um… it’s cool, and smooth. A lot smoother than it looks. A bit soft, like powdered talc.”

The woman nodded. “That’s how it’s supposed to feel. Now, feel here.”

She placed his hand against Topaz’s upper back, and he immediately felt the difference. Her hide was hot, almost feverish to the touch, and the subtle scaled patterns in her skin were swollen like a thousand blisters. Topaz hissed when he touched her, but fortunately didn’t move to retaliate.

“That’s from keeping her saddled all night while you camp,” the woman told him. “Her natural oils build up and she can’t lick them off, so they just attract grime until her skin gets infected. Then the infected skin gets irritated from the saddle, and it starts flaking off, which leaves her vulnerable to even more serious infections.”

“I had no idea,” Virgil murmured in dismay. “The Guild never taught me any of this.”

“Yeah, well. I’m not all that surprised,” the woman sighed. She gave Topaz another of those strange, guttural orders, and the dragon immediately shifted back into the same relaxed, languid creature Virgil knew. The woman offered Virgil her hand to shake. He took it without a thought.

“Name’s Leline Lilwater,” she said. “You?”

“Virgil Darca. Hunter Guildsman, first year.”

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@chillycookies asked who is your favorite singer?

JOY of Red Velvet

SEND ME A NUMBER AND I’LL MAKE YOU A GIFSET

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Take Care Of It

Kozik x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Kozik x f!reader with a similar scenario to the Juice and spider incident? One that sparks a relationship. (Referencing This Juice fic)

Warnings: language, mentions of spiders, nudity

Word Count: 1.8k

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You stopped by T-M after your run, hoping that they would have finished working on your car by now. However, as you slowed down to a walk as you entered the compound, you instantly saw that your car was still on the lift. You let out a sigh as you slid your headphones down so they rested around your neck.

“Still not done, huh?” you asked as you walked over to Juice, who was digging through the tool chest for something that he clearly couldn’t find.

He looked up at you, shaking his head, “Sorry. Should be done soon.”

You shrugged, knowing that complaining about it wasn’t going to change the situation, “No worries,” you paused, looking around the lot, “Kozik around?”

Juice nodded towards the clubhouse, “Rolled in a few minutes ago.”

“Great. Thank you,” you glanced over at your car, “Give me a shout when it’s done?”

“You got it.”

You flashed him a smile before turning and walking towards the clubhouse. When you walked inside it was fairly quiet, just a few of the guys hanging around with a few women who didn’t look like they had even left the night before. None of them were the person you were looking for, though.

“Half-Sack,” you called to get his attention as he wiped down the bar, “You seen Kozik?”

He gestured towards the back hall, “Dorms.”

Without another word you made your way to the back hall. You heard him shuffling around inside his dorm and you gently knocked on the door. Immediately he called for you to come in and you pushed the door open.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed and he looked up at you with a smile when he realized that it was you who had just walked in. His smile made your heart speed up inside your chest and you tried not to let it show.

There was a special kind of comfort between the two of you. Ever since he had come back from Tacoma, the two of you had been close. You considered him to be your closest friend in the club these days—he was the easiest and most fun to be around. He made you feel safe. Too many times you found yourself letting your thoughts get away from you and you had to rein them back in. You were never quite sure about how he really felt about you. He was kind, and flirtatious, but that was as far as it went. He had never tried to take things any farther and you respected that, but it didn’t stop you from still wanting a little bit more.

Despite the fact that you’d had feelings for him for a while, you were able to stay close friends with him without letting your emotions muddy the waters. The two of you spent a lot of time together, both with and without the club present. On more than one occasion you had let yourself into his dorm after a particularly rough day, just needing someone to sit and talk with until you felt alright again. He never made you feel like a burden about it, and he never mentioned it to the other guys, either, knowing that they wouldn’t leave you alone about it if he did.

But every time that you walked into his room, whether it was first thing in the morning, or incredibly late at night, he always had the same smile on his face whenever he saw that it was you. It was what made you comfortable enough to keep coming back.

“Hey, you alright?” he stood up off the bed and walked over to you.

You nodded, “All good. Just figured I’d pop in and say hi. They’re not done with my car yet.”

“Seriously?”

You chuckled, “Seriously. Maybe you should get out there and tell them to get their shit together.”

He laughed, shaking his head, “Yea, that’ll go over real well.”

He stepped in for a hug but you held your hand up to stop him, “I’m disgusting. Just did five miles. Was hoping they’d be done with my car so I could just go right home and shower but now I just gotta wait and be gross,” you laughed and shook your head.

“Just use my shower,” he gestured towards his bathroom.

You shook your head, “No, that’s alright. They should be done soon.”

“C’mon, it’s fine. You got some shit here anyway. And besides,” he nudged your shoulder, “I don’t wanna hang out with you if you’re gross.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, “None of you boys should be criticizing anyone. But fine. Thank you.”

He grabbed a towel from his closet and tossed it to you, making you laugh as it landed on your back while you grabbed your spare set of sweatpants and one of his shirts. You reached over your shoulder to ball the towel up in your arms with the rest of the clothes. You turned back around and saw Kozik standing there, watching you from the doorway with a small hint of a smile on his face.

“Yea?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“What?”

You shrugged, “Just looked like you wanted to say something, that’s all.”

“Oh, uh, no,” he shook his head, “Just, there’s not a ton of hot water. So. Try not to take too long.”

You nodded, “Got it.”

You walked into the bathroom and lightly shut the door behind you. You blindly reached and turned the shower on before peeling the sweaty clothes off of your body and letting them drop to the floor. You reached your hand in to make sure that the water temperature was alright, and when it was you immediately stepped into the shower, letting the water wash over you. It flowed through your hair and down your back as you kept your eyes closed, facing the showerhead. For a moment you thought to yourself that it didn’t seem fair that Kozik had a showerhead with better water pressure in his tiny little clubhouse dorm than you had back at your apartment.

You turned around and opened your eyes to see what he had for soap or bodywash. However, when you leaned to reach for a bottle, a spider came creeping over the top of it. You screamed as you immediately jumped back out of the shower and booked it out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. It was a small miracle that you didn’t slip on the tile and crack your head open.

Kozik came bursting back into the room when he had heard you scream. His eyes continued to grow wider as he took in the sight of you. He had no idea what was wrong, though, and that was the only thing that stopped his eyes from lingering.

“What the hell is going on?” he quickly walked into the bathroom and grabbed the towel and draped it around your shoulders.

“I went to grab your bodywash and there was a fucking spider on the bottle!”

The tension instantly melted out of his body when he realized what had freaked you out so much, “A…spider? This,” he gestured to your body, “is over a spider?”

You shoved him, “Don’t be a dick!”

He laughed, “Sorry, sorry. I just, I didn’t think that spiders would bother you considering everything else you’ve gotten dragged into around here.”

You shook your head, “I don’t like them, I don’t trust them, I don’t want them anywhere near me.”

“Want me to go kill it so you can finish your shower?” he offered.

“You can kill it, but my shower is finished either way,” you shuddered, “I’m not going back in there.”

He chuckled and gave you a hug, “I’ll be right back.”

He walked into the bathroom and the first thing he did was shut the water off, something you hadn’t thought to do in the midst of freaking out. He pulled the curtain to the side and within moments you could hear him taking care of the issue. He flushed the spider down the drain before gathering up your clothes and bringing them back out to you. You had effectively wrapped the towel around yourself, no longer wearing it like a cloak. Heat was rising in your face as you took the small pile of clothes from him. Now that your initial wave of fear had subsided, you realized what position you had left yourself in with Kozik.

“Sorry about that,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“No need to be sorry,” he chuckled, “Sorry you didn’t get to finish your shower.”

There were a few beats of silence as the two of you stood there in front of each other. There were so many things that you wanted to say to him. You’d spent so much time trying to stifle your feelings and thoughts but with the way that he was looking at you, it was hard to have any self-control. His eyes traveled up and down your body and you could see it on his face that he was trying to fight the urge to say something.

“What’re you thinking?” you chanced asking him, hoping that he would say something so that you wouldn’t have to.

“You’re beautiful,” his voice had a touch of laughter to it, “I mean, you are all the time. But. Right now, something about—”

“Me being scared out of my mind?” you offered up with a laugh.

He smiled, shaking his head as he stepped in closer to you, “Maybe that’s what it is,” he reached forward and gently cupped your face in his hand. You felt your face get hot as you leaned into his touch. He traced his thumb along your cheekbone, “I’d gladly kiss you if it helped you be less scared,” he chuckled, but you could see it in his eyes that his words weren’t empty.

Your ears were burning as you smiled at him, “I mean, spiders are pretty terrifying. But you’re welcome to give it a shot.”

He laughed as he leaned in to kiss you, the clothes instantly falling from your hands. When his lips met yours the only thing you could think about was how you couldn’t believe that the two of you hadn’t done this sooner. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you tight against him so that your chest pressed flush against his, the two of your bodies meshing together perfectly. You cupped his face in both your hands, desperate to keep his lips on yours for as long as possible. You could feel him smiling into your kiss and you had no choice but to return the gesture, both of you feeling how this was long overdue.

You finally pulled away, letting both of you catch your breath. Kozik didn’t let your body separate from his, though, as his arms remained snug around your waist.

You laughed, “You know what this means?”

“What?” he beamed at you.

“You’re on spider-killing duty for the foreseeable future.”

He laughed as he pulled you tighter to him, your head resting against his chest as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, “That’s a small price to pay.”

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #kozik #herman kozik #kozik x reader #kozik x you #herman kozik x reader #herman kozik x you #sons of anarchy fanfiction #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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dadsbongos · 3 years

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burn me to the ground

(1)gentle lover (2)burn me to the ground Movie/Game/Show: Thor: Ragnarok Dynamic: Loki Laufeyson/Reader Warnings: ragnarok spoilers?, passing description of you as toned/muscular cuz loki with gf who could crush him >>>, i give more time gap to thor's arrival cuz :), fem pronouns Summary: He’s never been one for such sentiment, maybe that’s why her influence is so terrifying to him. ~~~

“You wanted me to meet someone?”

“Right! Right, right, right,” the Grandmaster waves his hand in a gesture for Topaz to guide his chair through the room, “He was all mumble-y and murmur-ey and I heard your name, so I was thinking maybe you could tell me what this guy’s all about!”

Upon seeing the man in reference, your eyes widen and you nearly stumble back.

The man, however, immediately tilts his head and practically hisses out, “You.”

Well, no point in pretending to not know him now when he reacts like that. Sighing and tossing up your hands as if to show relief, you gush out an awfully whiny, “Aw, prince! Thank goodness you’re okay! I was so worried when we got separated!”

“So, how do you two know each other?” the Grandmaster’s smile is broad, if not slightly threatening, as he waggles a finger between the two people in front of him.

“I’m a sort of guard to your royal asshat.”

Loki doesn’t get the chance to speak up as the Grandmaster claps in response to you, “Well, I’m sure he’ll be happy to know your track record here doesn’t show any signs of slacking!”

“Certainly, yes,” Loki nods curtly, not pleased at the prospect of a Midgardian - this Midgardian - having to watch over him again, “Reassuring to have her here.”

“I would be, look at her- " reaching over, the Grandmaster squeezes at your bicep, “So strong, she’s a great contender!”

“Contender…?” Loki murmurs to the woman, a brow quirked.

Smacking the prince’s arm, you shake your head before turning back to the Grandmaster, “Loki wouldn’t be a very good contender, he’s pretty frail and weak. Lame, too.”

“Aw,” wagging a finger as one would to a pestering child, the Grandmaster’s broad grin falls into a tight-lipped smile before he speaks, “Loyal guard trying to protect her prince, how sweet.”

“What can I say?” Loki notices the way you seem more on edge now, breath shakier, but you manage to mask it as light laughter, “Duties never rest.”

Nodding, the elderly man turns to Topaz, whispering in her ear before dismissing you both back to your quarters.

It’s as the door to the room shuts that Loki is greeted with the first hint of aggression he’s ever seen from you - not even in his time on Earth had he seen malice slip from you like he does now. The door slams and you wring your hands in your hair, nearly shouting as you turn to the God,

“You moron, why’d you have to go and say that? As if you know me? You could’ve gotten us killed.”

“But I do know you,” Loki held his hands up, pausing your rampant pacing, “Was I not supposed to try and find solace in the fact that I was on a new, strange planet with the one person I recognize?”

“You’re such an ass,” it’s a deflated insult, sighed out while you stomp over to the one bed in the room and slump down on it, “Just hope that nutjob believed me about you being weak.”

“Which, I believe we should have a talk about, by the way,” Loki’s brows furrow, “Why do that? I don’t need any protection nor defense, especially by the likes of you.”

“Unless you want to go as a gladiator and potentially be ripped in half by people twice your size, I would just take the label of weakling socialite and run with it. Hope you get on the Grandmaster’s good side like I have and eventually he maybe stops looking at you like a starving man to steak.”

“Haven’t quite gotten to that last bit, I imagine.”

“No, unfortunately not. It’s a little terrifying.”

It’s quiet as you rub at your aching temples and think over the situation. Loki turns and begins assessing the room - a room he hopes to not be stuck in.

“Are we to share this?”

“Probably,” yet another exhausted sigh slips from your lips, “I wouldn’t bother bringing it up to the old man, you might get vaporized.”

There’s a beat of silence before Loki chuckles, it’s forced and tight.

“Oh,” nodding, you lean back until you’re fully reclined on the bed, “you think I’m joking.”

The God’s eyes widen at that, turning to face you in alarm, “Are you not?”

Suddenly sitting up to untie your boots, you mutter, “I’m trying a slow coup. I was gonna do it on my own, but now you’re here so that’s minorly reassuring.”

“Coup?”

“Accident comes to the Grandmaster, we move up. I say we, but if you try and overthrow me for the throne, I will have to duel you. Duel at best, but at worst…”

Another pregnant silence flows through the room, Loki tilting his head, “You do realize how alarming that is when you don’t finish that sentence, right?”

“Good.”

It was an unlucky arrangement. Trapped on a trash planet, literally, with a Midgardian worm - whom he either has to share a bed with or rest on a loveseat for the nights. None of which is even mentioning the Grandmaster.

The Grandmaster.

On the surface he’s light. Bubbly. Fun. And then someone drops a glass too close to his favorite new shoes and suddenly they’ve been pardoned from the land of the living and the stench of wretched toast permeates through the room.

It’s that memory that has Loki tuning out of the story of the man across from him. His hands fall to his thighs and begin rubbing away the sweat of nervousness that gathers there. The movements don’t go unseen, and the woman who assigned herself as his personal guard reaches down and takes his hand. Uncaring if the rest of the party sees as they cling to one another.

You aren’t Loki’s first choice of partnership but maybe that’s where he’d be wrong - because your grip is strong and it won’t let go unless it’s commanded. It’s comforting and reassuring and Loki can’t remember the last time someone held him like that as he breaks down. It isn’t just the hand holding at parties, it’s in the late nights when neither of you can sleep and your heads are too full of countless worries of each’s own home. It’s the way you hold him and don’t say a word of it the next day. Barely acknowledging it unless he brings it up first, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or pressured.

It’s kindness and genuinity and he thinks he wants to have you around all the time. After the Grandmaster. After Hela. Whenever and wherever that dust happens to settle, he knows he wants this comfort all the time.

Storytime comes around to Loki. His fingers curl tighter around your hand as he speaks, occasionally taking a break to sip at his neon drink when there’s a hearty whisper-shout of both your names,

“Over here!”

God of Thunder, you notice. Thor of Asgard. You two excuse yourselves from the couch of socialites to cross the room to Thor.

“Thor? You’re alive?” you begin, eyes wide.

“Of course, I’m alive, what’re you two doing? Why aren’t you stuck in a chair? Where’s your chairs?”

“We didn’t get one,” Loki shakes his head.

“Get me out,” Thor urges, still thoroughly confused over the presence of his brother and old friend.

“We can’t,” you whisper.

Nodding, Loki continues, “We’ve gotten in favor with the Grandmaster. In his higher courts.”

“Like friends but scary,” you pitch in, “We’ve been here a few weeks. Maybe a month.”

“A month?" Thor repeats in utter disbelief, "I just got here.”

“What’re you guys whispering about?” the Grandmaster himself juts into the conversation with a giggle, “Time works different around these parts. On any other world I’d be like millions of years old, but on Sakaar…” he stops and looks between the trio with a teasing grin before shaking his head, “In any case, you two know this… what’d you call yourself - Lord of Thunder…?”

“God of Thunder,” Thor corrects with a forced chuckle.

“I’ve never met this man in my life,” Loki immediately denies.

“He’s my brother.”

Rolling your eyes at the brothers, you’re quick to gesture to Loki, “Adopted.”

The Grandmaster nods, “He any kind of a fighter?”

“You take this thing out of my neck and I’ll show you.”

That’s how they find out that - at the very least, Thor’s alive. Not well, but certainly alive.

The night after that party is mostly quiet in the room. Presently, both people are getting ready for bed but inside their minds is such fueled turmoil that neither truly believes they’re getting rest that night. Upon finishing his state of dress, Loki makes his way out to the balcony.

Air on Sakaar isn’t particularly fresh or clean, nor are the stars incredibly visible with all the city lights, but it felt better out there than being trapped in a room. He’s soon joined by another body at the railing, hands barely brushing together on the roughened metal.

It’s Loki that makes the first move, slowly sliding his hand across the rail until his entwined with yours. Your fingers weave together and Loki can’t help but balance his gaze between your conjoined hands and your eyes. He remembers a time where he used to look into those eyes and see an enemy - now, he can’t imagine a time where he would’ve ever wanted to hurt someone such as you. Can't believe there was a time where he wanted to hurt you. Your care is expressed in tender touches and loyalty. In quiet moments of trust and earnest adoration. In honesty. It's that silent care that speaks the loudest.

It’s your voice that breaks him from his own thoughts, “When this whole thing is over and Sakaar is ruined and Thor will have the throne, where will you go?”

Loki falls silent at that question, he brushes a thumb over your knuckles, pursing his lips and tilting his head as he thinks over what response would fit best. Then he comes to the realization that it wouldn’t matter where he lies as long as he has comfort that lies with him. Comfort that sleeps inside the woman beside him is what he wants.

And so, he mumbles out, “Where will you want me?”

There’s a laugh pulled from you as your head shakes, “You wouldn’t want to go to Earth. Unless you’d like the Avengers up your ass.”

There’s a shared laugh as Loki relents, speaking before laying a kiss to your knuckles, “I wouldn’t be fond of that… but for you, my dear, I’d tear the universe apart.”

“That sounds like exactly why they wouldn’t want you. Sorry to say they’re not fond of universe-tearing.”

A sarcastic huff falls from the prince, “I’m charming and romantic and this is how I’m repaid?”

“However, I can’t say that’s not excellent bargaining to keep you on a leash,” you grin.

“Like a dog?”

“Well, now,” looking away, your lip is tucked between your teeth to muffle possible laughter.

Loki doesn’t follow your example, instead he studies the planes of your face. The curve of your cheek and the way your eyes are lit up by the stars and lights that flow in this city. You’re beautiful. That, he knows. And despite being trapped on Sakaar, he also knows he’s grateful to have someone like you. To have you.

Strong, both in emotional resolve and psychical capability. It’s nice to have someone who can stay level-header and offer support. It makes him want to care and provide for you as well, and that’s what scares him.

You make him want to return sentiment when all he’s cared for before was letting things burn.

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki fanfic

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Grand Novice

Loki Laufeyson x Grandmaster’s child!reader

warnings: death, weapons,

a/n: obviously y/n is a grown person in this?? i just didn’t know how to label them correctly ???? you feel???

prompt:

“I like him.” You told your father when the newest arrival of Sakaar had been dismissed.

“Well, good for him! He’s safe!” Grandmaster cheered to you, who didn’t take to many as quick as you had to Loki. “For now.”

“Oh, stop it, dad!” You giggled while Topaz stood behind you with the melting wand, offering it to you as if you were hiding your true feelings. “What about what I just said made you think we should melt him? Put that thing away!” You shook your head and gazed upon the crowd to see your new guest acclimating nicely to the subjects of Sakaar.

“Why don’t you go sit with him for a while, my dear?” Your father nudged you in his direction, but you didn’t need much more than that. With your robe dragging on the floor behind you, you parted the crowd and seated yourself right next to the Asgardian.

“Hello there, your highness.” Loki smirked when you leaned on his shoulder, but he genuinely didn’t mind it a bit. “How has your day been?”

“Oh, just wonderful.” You reached out for his hand shamelessly while other Sakaarians watched with hidden gazes. Now, Loki wasn’t one to get uncomfortable so easily, but he also wasn’t one to rush into something like this.

It’d be foolish to reject someone in a position of power, wouldn’t it? Loki was just given a spectacular opportunity, there was no passing this up.

“And why’s that?” He questioned, lifting your hand to his lips for a respectful kiss that only wooed you more.

“Well, I met a man who might just be perfect for me.” You weren’t one to hide your feelings, Loki appreciated that much. Although a liar could read another like the back of his hand, a truth-teller was impossible to figure out. At least, for him.

Maybe the challenge was another reason he grew attracted to you, because by the second week that he had been stuck on this miserable planet, he’d actually started to care for you. His romantic gestures were not forced, he had begun to open up, and he couldn’t spend a moment away from you.

The day that Thor arrived was a different story, though. Loki had mentioned his brother died recently, but now he was an eligible contender! Funny how the universe works.

“Are you worried for him, my darling.” You inquired as you played with his hair, he was noticeably zoned out, you’d like to help him any way you could.

“No, not at all.” Your boyfriend had brushed your concern off. “Thank you for asking, though. You’re too kind.” He placed a kiss on your forehead after cradling your face.

“I’m glad to hear that,” you practically melted around him, and you’ve seen people get melted before, “would you like to watch him contend, then? We’ll have the best view in the stadium!” You hugged him tightly and awaited his obvious agreement, he couldn’t help but giggle at your excitement. Had he truly gone soft?

Loki’s life had truly flipped once his brother had broken loose and rampaged above the streets of your beloved home. You were outraged until Loki offered to take his brother down, declaring it was for you.

Someone like yourself didn’t work very hard, you had better things to do. You were of a higher class, but you weren’t completely useless. You had much more energy than the Grandmaster, which is why you spent it on following the tracks of Thor, leading you to Loki suffering a constant shock on the floor.

“Oh, no!” You rushed over to assist him, grabbing the remote nearby and releasing him from the painful device. “Are you okay, my love? Please tell me you’re alright.” You hopped on top of him and pressed your ear against his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat continue on. His arms engulfed you in a real act of selfless love, he couldn’t believe his life had come to this. It was more unfortunate that you had no idea that this was the first he had ever felt this way.

“I’m alright, thanks to you.” The crown of your head collected a kiss and you rolled off of him.

“That scoundrel will pay for this!” You clenched your fists and ran to a ship equipped with weaponry, but Loki had done a bit of contemplating while he was confined to electrocution. Maybe he had gone mad, or maybe this was a turning point?

“Y/N, wait.” He sighed, catching your attention fairly quickly. You spun around and ran right back to him, holding his arms as he placed his hands on your hips. “Before me, when was the last time you were happy an Sakaar? And I mean truly happy?”

“I...” You blinked through thoughts as you tried to pinpoint an answer in your mind. “Why?”

“The Grandmaster, he thinks you’re happy, but you’re not. I can see it in your eyes, my dear.” He traced his tired fingers down your cheekbones. “Your father, he doesn’t give you all the freedom you desire, does he?”

“No, but—” You were cut off before you couldtry to defend him.

“We’re more alike than we appear, mine was the same way.” Loki explained to you. “I ask you this because...I need to go back to Asgard. I have a sister who is about to doom our people, but I don’t want to go without you.” You were caught off-guard by Loki’s change of plans, however, they were enticing. “You’ve never been off of this planet, I can show you the rest of the galaxy, give me a chance!” Now he held your hands so enthusiastically, yet so gentle. He knew he was getting through to you.

“Loki, my love,” you looked away and to the collection of your father’s ships, then took a pause as Loki’s expression grew concerned while studying yours, “We’ll take the biggest one, but we may need to take some of the prisoners for backup if we want to save your people.” You finally agreed and witnessed Loki breathe a sigh of relief and pull you into such an emotionally deep and serious kiss, you couldhave cried.

“I’ve never once in my life felt this way about anyone before you, y/n. You have succeeded in stealing my heart away from me and I couldn’t even see it coming.” His own way of making a declaration of love was all you could dream about, but you were running out of time here.

The plan was going better than you could have thought once the contenders burst through the doors, that was one thing off of your list.

“Great for you to join us, all! Would you like to come with us to help Thor?” You asked the group, who had their suspicions about you.

“Aren’t you the Grandmaster’s child? Is this a trick?” The one made out of rock had asked, earning agreement from the group.

“Y/N’s had a change of heart.” Loki kept one of your hands in his while he squeezed it tightly. You couldn’t tell if he was comforting you or himself, but at least it was guaranteed that you’d be sticking together.

“Oh. Alright then.” The Kronan understood without anymore questions, easy enough.

“Great! Everyone in that big ship now! We’re already late!” You led the army away, Loki supposed that leadership was in your blood. It came so easily to you, and it was a smidge attractive, too. What can he say? Power will always be his first love.

You’d never seen combat through your own two eyes, but you had begged Topaz to teach you how to use “big guns,” so you made do with what you had.

“Scrapper 142, would you be willing to trade places?” You called to her as she rode in the sky with your father’s ship.

“We aren’t on Sakaar anymore, your highness! I’m not a scrapper here.” She retorted, making your face heat even more than the exhaustion had done.

“My apologies! Please forgive me, I’ve better start getting used to life off of Sakaar.” You told her as she made room for you to use the exhilarating weapon. “Will you be flying?”

“Hopefully,” she said as she got control of the craft, “I’d like to keep this thing in the air for as long as I can.” It was a rocky start, but you trusted her for it. And she was beginning to trust you, as well. You weren’t a complete basket case like the Grandmaster, you’d be capable of changing. You could become a dear friend.

The ship crashed.

“Y/N!” Loki came rushing your way as the ship exploded in a multicolored blaze behind you. “Are you alright? Let’s get you up.” He helped you to your feet, but you were in no mood to slow down. Honestly, this was the most fun you’d had in ages.

“I’m more alive than ever!” You looked over his shoulder to take in the commotion. “Do you have any other weapons I could use?”

“Would...a dagger work?” It was a simple gesture, but you’d appreciate it to the end of your days after you plucked the blade from his hand. You’d never fought with a dagger, but there was no harm in trying. Yes, there was. But fortunately, fortune was on your side. The fun never lasts though, that was a fact. “Might I suggest you help evacuate instead, darling?”

“I suppose that’s an option!” You figured he’d realized just how dangerous hand-to-hand combat would be for someone without experience, but you were still living in some sort of fantasy land, you needed to be grounded.

So you rooted for them from the sidelines, helping people onto your ship. It was extremely hard to concentrate at times, especially when you couldn’t find Loki out there. A little warning that he was running off, that would’ve been nice.

And then there was an explosion that really rattled your bones, you’d never been in so much danger before. That’s when Loki darted straight towards you and each of you hopped into the ship.

“Are you hurt?” He moved his hands up and down your body to check for any injuries, but you insisted on doing the same.

“No, no, I’m fine. Are you?” While both of you were clutching onto each other, you shared another passionate kiss, glad that you both were still in good health together. Now the two of you merely spectated to destruction of the planet he had called home. “I’m sorry about Asgard.”

“No, I am.” He lowered his head. “I imagined a life with you here, but those plans will have to change.”

“That’s alright,” your tired voice softened once you laid your head on his shoulder, “we’ll make it work.”

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Loki didn’t live long enough to build a life with you, Thanos made sure of that. The entire reason you left your homeworld was to be with him, now you were stranded in space without a plan for your future. Who knew what this galaxy held? You’d been so naïve to run into the unknown, but there was only one thing left to do now, and that was get revenge.

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statticscribbles · 3 years

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Home Pt 2

Summary: Sweet Pea/Reader, Sweet Pea decides you should meet Fangs and Toni

You can’t help but smile when Sweet Pea turns as the door open. “Hey, I’m here to save the day then?” You sit next to him pulling the slightly melted shake over. “The day has been saved.” Sweet Pea sighs dramatically, pulling his own shake over. “You got my favourite.” You smile and he nods. “Of course, I have to make sure your choices are good enough. Shake preference says everything about who you are as a person.” He nods seriously the corner of his lip fighting to stay neutral. “I meant you remembered my favourite.” He can’t help but smile, nodding. “Of course, what kind of guy would I be if I can’t remember my girl’s milkshake order?” “So I’ve been upgrades to your girl now?” You laugh as he blushes slightly. “Well we’re dating, you’re my girlfriend. And I’m you’re boyfriend?” He looks hopefully up from his shake and you smile. “Of course, Sweet Pea.” You smile, watching as he types a text out scowling at what you assume is the instant reply.

“Who’s annoying you?” “Fangs. He heard I was on a date the other night, and is pestering me for information about you.” You laugh. “What’re you telling him about me then? Only good stuff, I promise. Is what you’re going to say right?” Sweet Pea shakes his head. “Nothing he wants to meet you. In person.” He scowls and you roll your eyes. “I don’t mind meeting him, your friends aren’t going to scare me off.” Sweet Pea shakes his head. “His name is Fangs, he’s in a gang, plus he has years of embarrassing stories of me.” He states “You’re in a gang, besides it sounds like we’re going to be great friends if he can tell me all your embarrassing stories.” You counter tugging his hand and nodding towards the door. “I have to meet him eventually right? Why not now? Unless we’re going for another round?” You clink your empty glass against his and you can tell he’s debating ordering another shake just to put off wherever Fangs wanted to meet you.

“So where are we going?” You let him lead you out of Pop’s. “My place. It’s the easiest place to meet, I don’t think you want to go to the Wyrm.” “Alright, back to your place it is.” You nod to him and he pauses. “You do know it’s on the Southside right? The trailer park.” You nod un-phased. “I’m not the one with problem with Southsider’s now am I?” “Fangs’ll think that.” he nods to you sitting on his bike as you swing behind him. “So I shouldn’t bring up that I’m a Northsider? Or will he do that for me?” “Please don’t, I really don’t want him hating my girl. He will, don’t take it personally.” You hum in agreement tightening your arms around his waist. “I can tell him dumb stories about him if you want?” Sweet Pea laughs nodding before he slows in front of his trailer.

You note the people waiting on the steps. One boy, his hair shorter than Sweet Pea’s but the same curious look on his face as his eyes land on you for the first time. The other figure is a girl, her hair pulled in a braid, pink streaks woven throughout it. They both wear Serpent jackets although you note neither of them seem to have tattoos that are as visible like Sweet Pea does.

“Fangs.” Sweet Pea speaks pulling the boy in for a hug; you catch him suppressing a smile and turn as the girl holds her hand out. “Toni, Topaz.” “Y/N L/N. Pleasure.” You smile and nod at her as Sweet Pea and Fangs turn to you. “So you’re Y/N whom I’ve heard nothing about.” “Same to you Fangs. What do you want to know?” You fire back and he smiles. “What on earth did you do to get Sweet Pea tangled up in a relationship with a Northsider.” “My brother threatened him with a gun, you were there right? Yeah I followed him up cause I was worried, and then I was more worried for you guys, but you’re okay right?” Sweet Pea winces as Fangs eyebrows climb. “Your brother is the psycho Northsider?” You nod as Fangs turns to Sweet Pea. “Her brother is the idiot who couldn’t read in second grade.” You scowl. “I was going to tell him that! Now I have nothing to exchange for embarrassing stories about you!”

“Oh I’ll tell you those any day.” Fangs beams and nods to the trailer, Sweet pea unlocks it grumbling. “You better not tell when-“ “Okay so we were like seven, maybe eight. Toni’s grandpa invited all of us down to the river, we were all reading Bridge to Terabithia, for school. Anyways, so we were all really into the whole ‘magic world thing’ yeah?” “No, shut up Fangs.” Sweet Pea interjects but you lean forward pressing your hand to his lips. “Hush I wanna hear about eight year old Sweet Pea.”

“So you know how there are all those fantastical creatures, well being eight we decided to make up our own.” You nod leaning forward. Sweet Pea groans. “So we all spend the day playing in the river running around making up our creatures, and just as we’re about to go in; Sweet Pea comes running up and launches, like a football, his ‘creature’ he created. Turns out he found a god damn muskrat in the water and decided he was going to use it for his creature.” The trailer is silent.

“Fuck you Fangs.” “Wait how is that embarrassing?” You turn back to Fangs who frowns. “He threw a muskrat at me like it was a football!!!” “Did you catch it?” You question and Toni hides a laugh. “No we were eight he had no arm strength.” Fang’s states and you roll your eyes. “Well that’s not very embarrassing you were only eight.” Fangs throws his hands in the air laughing a little. “What am I supposed to tell you?” “Nothing.” Sweet Pea glares. “Oh!” Toni’s face lights up and Sweet pea drops his head to the back of the couch glaring at the ceiling.

“I’m going to kill both of you.” He mutters. “When we first started high school.” “Toni, please no! Please.” He looks nervously at her and her smirk just widens. “We were all fourteen, just out of middle school. Our second day of high school. Sweet Pea managed to get so lost, he took a bus to Centerville by a mistake, so when he finally shows up, an hour late, we’re in gym, and coach made him run laps for the last five minutes of class. We get to our math class, and our teacher’s been going on and on, and Sweet Pea asks to go to the bathroom, and she decides to give him a lecture about ‘bathroom privileges’ and Fang’s and I; we know what’s wrong Sweet Pea looks like he’s gonna hurl. The bus plus the running and no breakfast isn’t a good combo, but we stay silent cause we think she’s almost finished. Finally she lets him go, he’s almost out the door, doing the whole ‘I’m running cause I’m gonna puke run.’ He makes it out the door, Fangs and I cheer.” You nod hand gripping Sweet Peas thigh to steady yourself as you’re already laughing. “And the security officer comes back, holing onto Sweet Pea, he forgot his hall pass.” You gasp and look at Sweet pea who’s still staring at the ceiling, but he has a soft smile on his face.

“Sweet Pea turns, to try to at least get to the trashcan in the room, and pukes, all over the security guard. The security guard tries to write him up for doing it on purpose, and Sweet Pea just looses it. Grabs the guard’s pepper spray and sprays it in his own eyes while the guard is trying to grab his pen and notepad, the teacher and some of the students think he did it on purpose.” Toni laughs to herself.

“Sweet Pea gave the school mine and Fang’s numbers, instead of his parent’s. So we show up to the principals office, pretending to be his parents while he’s sitting there tears and milk streaming down his face, the security guard sitting there with puke all over him, the principal gave all three of us two weeks detention for it. The principal just sent us back to class, Sweet Pea spent the rest of the day smelling like milk and looking stoned off his tits cause of the pepper spray.” You snort patting his arm, curling into his side. “Aww poor Sweet Pea.” You coo and he narrows his eyes at you.

“What about you, got any more embarrassing stories?” You nod laughing. “I’ll tell you one about me if you want?” Sweet Pea nods and Fangs waves his hand. “You sure you want to give me ammunition?” He smirks and you laugh “Can’t be any worse than the fact you’re technically Sweet Pea’s Dad. I’m assuming you never bothered to change their numbers.” You smile as Fangs and Toni glare at him. “Sweet Pea you changed them right?” Sweet Pea snorts and shakes his head. “You two are still my parents. Should I call you daddy then Fangs?” You and Sweet Pea both dissolve into laughter with Toni as Fangs glares.

“No, only my boyfriends do.” He retorts. “Took you a whole two minutes to think of that Fangs.” Sweet Pea jokes and Fangs rolls his eyes. You watch, he nods to Toni before smiling and nodding at you. “As nice as this visit was, we should get going. We have to go, Serpent business.” Sweet Pea stands but Toni shoves him back onto the couch. “Not you son, you’re grounded.” She winks laughing as the door shuts behind them.

“That could have gone worse.” You smile at Sweet Pea as he sighs dramatically pulling you into his arms and onto his chest as he lies on the couch. “So..” He looks at you as you hesitate. “I wasn’t aware I was meeting your parents today too.” You laugh, smile cracking through the fake serious face you’d put on, he laughs with you. “So I just need to meet yours then yeah?” You nod smiling as you kiss him. “Maybe in a few days. To let things cool down.” he pulls you back towards him deepening the kissing you had started. “Cool down for them at least.” He hums against your neck pulling back from where he was kissing to return to your lips.

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writeiolite · 4 years

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빨간 맛

who: kuroo x gn!reader

what: fluff, au

plot: a love sickness tells the world when they’re in love, but you just pretend to be. bad move

wc: 1,212

signs: libra ☉, aries ☽, scorpio ☿ ♀︎, mars ♂︎ — (ㅇㅅㅇ)

A global pandemic has taken over the world with no foreseeable cure. The symptoms are all over the place, making it virtually impossible to identify except for one thing: The rash.

Red and pink hearts scattered across noses and cheeks like some sort of Valentine Snapchat filter. Except this couldn’t be taken off or put on whenever you wanted. While it puzzled scientists at first, they quickly learned the source.

Love.

When you’re around the person you love, the rash (as cute as it is irritating) glows bright across your features. The only way for it to go away — as far as we know — is to have your feelings returned. You can’t help but wonder what happens to those that don’t get that luxury, and you’re certainly not the only one.

“I look cute, right? I mean, there’s no way he wouldn’t fall for me.”

“Of course! What about mine? I added some extra ones over here and here… Y/N are you almost done with yours?”

You’re a dumb teen. That’s what you’ve heard anyway, but at least you look cute doing it. Hand drawn pink and red hearts are painted on your skin with varying eyeliners and powders, imitating the now-infamous pattern going around the world. There’s no harm in looking nice even if you don’t have a crush on anyone — beauty vloggers were doing it too!

So there you were, getting ready to go to the skating rink with your two best friends because one of them is meeting her crush there. While she’s hoping for her rash to fade away, you and your other friend designed your own.

And boy, were you stupid.

One lousy guy after another bumped into you not only on the rink but off too. And eventually it led to the worst outcome: lemon-lime soda splashed on your face and clothes, effectively leaving you a sticky, runny mess of pink shock and crimson embarrassment.

“Oh man, I’m so sorry. Here… Yikes I-”

Whatever dry fabric that’s placed in your hands is used to dry off your face, but you almost ruin that too when hot tears well up. It couldn’t get any worse than this.

But, of course, it does.

The tall idiot who nearly plowed you over with a pitcher of soda leans down, coming eye level with you and effectively clearing any anger from your heart long enough for it to skip beats. Topaz pools overflowing with apologies and concern while he does his best to pat away the dampness at the ends of your hair with his jacket.

“I’m really sorry,” he stresses, “I didn’t even see you. These things make me like, 7 feet tall.”

Respond, Y/N! He’s cute and sorry. You can forgive him, right?

“I-it’s alright,” you stutter out softly. A squeak leaves your lips next when another person bumps into you, sending you straight into the stranger in front of you. Is the world moving in slow motion? Are you two going to collide and your lips meet in a cliche kiss that burned with a desire for more? You feel the distance between the two of you close slowly as the world moves in reverse, but eventually you squeeze your eyes shut altogether.

And it never comes.

“Oof, gotcha. Watch it, bud!” The guy pulls your face out from his chest and assesses your dazed eyes over runny makeup. “Maybe we should get out of here? I can wait outside the bathroom for you? I feel terrible for ruining your uh… Pandemic inspired look.”

This time, the red across your cheeks is entirely natural. What a complete, utter embarrassment you are right now. If you were actually good at skating, you’d roll away into a ditch and never come out. Instead, though, you let the stranger help you make it to the bathroom without any other collisions headed your way.

“My name’s Kuroo by the way,” he calls loudly through the closed bathroom door. He sounds so nonchalant on that side while you’re falling apart on the other.

How could you let probably the cutest guy you’ve ever seen see you like this? The mascara was waterproof, but the hearts were not. And now you feel extremely stupid for even trying this little makeup look in the first place.

“Y/N,” you tell him solemnly, wiping away the residual splotchy colors.

“You here for that pink party event or whatever?”

“You mean that kid’s birthday party? No.”

There’s a pause. “Y-yeah, didn’t think so, sorry.”

Although, there’s a faint memory lingering in your head that the theme for that children’s party was also hearts for freckles… Embarrassing… Now he thinks you’re here with a bunch of kids.

“Can I like, I dunno, make it up to you?” He tries. “I should’ve been more-”

A gasp from inside the bathroom cuts him off, his ears perking up as he leans off the wall. “Y/N?”

You don’t answer, too busy staring at your reflection in absolute horror. Right at your cheeks were the faux hearts just were. The world must be ending, or at least it’s very much against you in every way possible. If only the mirror or your eyes were deceiving you because there’s no way this is actually happening.

“Y/N?” Kuroo pokes his head into the bathroom, concern written all over his face.

“My face…” You don’t even turn to look in his direction as you study your appearance. His own tension is palpable, though, as he finally comes into view with the hope that your face is normal.

He’d heard the stories of some “love at first sight” crap — he doesn’t want to be the subject of that. Not because he has anything against you, he just really isn’t good with romance.

When you turn around, your eyes are filled with drama and you’re pointing right beside your nose. It’s evident you’ve never experienced something like this before. Or if you have, you’ve never had it this bad.

“There’s a pimple growing! All because of the so…da… Oh my god.”

A pimple. That’s your big concern. A concern that had him running into the bathroom, unwarranted, for a person he just met when really you’re completely fine. Kuroo curls over in laughter, trying to cover his mouth to maybe save you the embarrassment he’s evoking.

You, however, don’t look the slightest bit torn. No, there’s horror etched on your face now.

“Kuroo…”

“W-wha..t?” He tries to calm down his laughter, wiping a faux tear from his eye. “You’re somethin’ else. I thought you were dying in here or something.”

“Kuroo.”

“What?” He stands up straight now, taking in your perplexed state. He didn’t know pimples could ever be that big of a deal to a hormonal teen, but he’s amazed nonetheless. He may not know you, but you’re somewhat fun.

And that fun shoots sparks through him when you yank him toward you, pulling him to where you were standing moments ago. He was almost scared that something else would happen — and you look like you’re scared as well, or something — but that’s brushed aside when you step to the side to allow him to be face to face with himself.

Heart-shaped rash and all.

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existential-celestial · 4 years

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in this (25 July) episode of Andrew reading poetry, we witness the * glasses * AND he finally has some sticky note/page markers.

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poems/poets read/mentioned:

• Anne Stevenson, The spirit is too blunt an instrument

The spirit is too blunt an instrument to have made this baby. Nothing so unskilful as human passions could have managed the intricate exacting particulars: the tiny blind bones with their manipulating tendons, the knee and the knucklebones, the resilient fine meshings of ganglia and vertebrae, the chain of the difficult spine.

• Katie Mack, an excerpt from “The Slow Fade to Black,” in her new book The End of Everything

• Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (tr. Mark Eisner)

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

• Kahlil Gibran, from “On Love,” in The Prophet

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.” And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own under- standing of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; To return home at eventide with grati- tude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

• Sharon Olds, True Love

In the middle of the night, when we get up after making love, we look at each other in complete friendship, we know so fully what the other has been doing. Bound to each other like mountaineers coming down from a mountain, bound with the tie of the delivery-room, we wander down the hall to the bathroom, I can hardly walk, I hobble through the granular shadowless air, I know where you are with my eyes closed, we are bound to each other with huge invisible threads, our sexes muted, exhausted, crushed, the whole body a sex—surely this is the most blessed time of my life, our children asleep in their beds, each fate like a vein of abiding mineral not discovered yet. I sit on the toilet in the night, you are somewhere in the room, I open the window and snow has fallen in a steep drift, against the pane, I look up, into it, a wall of cold crystals, silent and glistening, I quietly call to you and you come and hold my hand and I say I cannot see beyond it. I cannot see beyond it.

• Rita Ann Higgins, The Did-You-Come-Yets of the Western World

When he says to you: You look so beautiful you smell so nice – how I've missed you – and did you come yet?

It means nothing, and he is smaller than a mouse's fart.

Don't listen to him... Go to Annaghdown Pier with your father's rod. Don't necessarily hold out for the biggest one; oftentimes the biggest ones are the smallest in the end.

Bring them all home, but not together. One by one is the trick; avoid red herrings and scandal.

Maybe you could take two on the shortest day of the year. Time is the cheater here not you, so don't worry.

Many will bite the usual bait; they will talk their slippery way through fine clothes and expensive perfume, fishing up your independence.These are the did-you-come-yets of the western world, the feather and fin rufflers. Pity for them they have no wisdom.

Others will bite at any bait. Maggot, suspender, or dead worm. Throw them to the sharks.

In time one will crawl out from under thigh-land. Although drowning he will say, ‘Woman I am terrified, why is this house shaking?

And you’ll know he’s the one.

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just-another-ficwriter · 4 years

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You And I

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Words: 3000ish

Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism, implies smut

Summary: It’s been 6 years since Y/N left town, 6 years since she broke Sweet Pea’s heart and they’re about to come face to face once again. Will she be able to win him back?

Notes: A request by @sleepingintheconstellations based on the song You and I by Lady Gaga, I hope I did it justice!

You ride into town the same way you left, alone on a motorcycle and a serpent jacket on your back.

Jaw clenched, fists tight, you ignore the feelings bubbling at the pit of your stomach.

You pass the welcoming sign, 'Riverdale the town with prep!' and scoffs at the thought.

There's no turning back now.

The bike slows naturally until it's stopped at the road side. You tells yourself it's just to think, a brief pause in your journey and not because you're so nervous your heartbeat is almost as loud as the engine.

You think about heading to the trailer park, but you aren't sure if the others even live there anymore. You wonder about the White Wyrm and the kind of greeting you'd get if you just walked through the doors. You eventually decide on heading to Pop's Chocklit Shoppe, the diner always being a safe haven amongst the chaos of the town and the idea of a strawberry milkshake helps cement your decision.

You roll into the car park with a lump in your throat and a weird sense of nostalgia. You’re surprised to see nothings changed, it’s oddly comforting and terrifying at the same time.

You inhale sharply, push back your shoulders and walk inside. Pop Tate’s smile is wide as he greets you and tells you he’s glad to see you back in town. Your walls start to come down at his familiar face but then he points to a booth a few rows back and suddenly your knees feel weak.

You can make out the flash of pink hair that she still hasn’t changed and his laugh is just as warm as ever as it fills the restaurant. Your first few steps are shaky but as you draw closer you gain more confidence, enough to slide into the booth next to a confused Toni Topaz with a smirk on your face.

“Hey strangers.” Fangs drops the fry that’s half way to his mouth, jaw hanging open while Toni looks like she doesn’t know whether to hug you or kick you off the seat. “Did you miss me?”

You stare at your cold burger, a meal you had craved so many times while you were half way across the world and now you had it, it sat barely touched. You’d started to drowned the pair out, they couldn’t stop talking yet they avoided the one thing you wanted to hear about most.

Once they’d gotten over their initial shock and Toni had thankful chosen to embrace you rather than push you away, they’d dove into all the things you’d missed while you’d been away.

You try to wait it out, wondering how long it would be before the bell above the door rings and it’s him walking through.

Because he must be coming.

Where ever Fangs and Toni were, Sweet Pea always followed. You hadn’t been in Riverdale for six years but if you were to pick one thing that hadn’t changed, it would be that fact.

But one hour turns into two and there’s only so much of listening about Serpent business and Cheryl Blossom you take before you get impatient and crack.

"So where is he?" You don’t need to say his name for them to instantly know who you’re talking about.

"Pea? Probably at the Wyrm." Toni shrugs like it’s obvious, and you knew you should have guessed.

"I see he still spends all his time drinking beer and playing pool." You roll your eyes, but there’s a lingering glint at the mention of your old hang out.

"You haven't heard?" Fangs shares a look with Toni before deciding to go ahead. “He owns it now."

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Hands balled up into fists, your right foot bounces up and down while your mind races with endless possibilities.

Would he be as welcoming as Toni and Fangs? Doubtful.

Would he throw you out without a second thought? Possibly.

Thankfully when you'd eventually reached the bar the car park was more deserted than you'd anticipated but that hadn't stopped you from keeping your head low. You didn't need anyone recognising you. Not yet.

You stared at the old battered door, another thing that hadn't changed , and your stomach did somersaults.

You thought about just driving away, he would never even know, but that's not what you'd come here for.

You count to three, brace yourself whatever's about to come and walk inside.

The smell of alcohol hits you instantly and you recognise the faces of the stragglers hunched at the bar but their too drunk to even notice you.

You find him in the corner, back to you as he wipes over a table but he immediately senses your presence, his head lifting as the door swings closed behind you.

"We're closed!" He calls out but the sight of him steals all air from your lungs and it takes you a minute to recover.

"Even for me?" He recognised your voice instantly and the glass he's holding drops to the table with a thud.

He turns to you at an agonisingly slow place, like he doesn't want to see if you're really there and it makes your heart hurt. When his eyes finally reach yours they're full of shock until it dissolves into coldness. "Especially for you."

"That's harsh Pea." You're half joking, half serious but he just flinches when he hears his name fall from your lips. "You aren't even going to say hi?"

"Why are you here Y/N?" He stares dead at you, almost as if he's looking straight through you and it leaves you feeling unnerved.

"I thought we could talk." You offer, wringing your hands. Your voice is so fragile you're afraid it might crack, you'd never felt so vulnerable.

"I have nothing to say to you." He crosses his arms across his chest like an over grown defiant child and if it wasn't for the current situation you might have laughed at his stubbornness.

You hadn't expected this to be easy but he was making it unbelievable difficult.

"Then maybe we don't have to talk." Your voice drops a level as you revert to defence mode. You narrow your eyes at him, remember how this worked when ever he got mad at you before. "Remember that one time we closed down in this exact booth."

But that was six years ago and Sweet Pea wasn't in the mood for games tonight.

He lets out a deep sigh. It's loud and annoyed, and you realise he's quickly losing his patience. "No."

"I think you're lying." You tiptoe slowly around him, fingertips dancing along his shoulders and the back of his neck. "Maybe you need reminding-"

He grips your arm cutting you off, hand tight around your wrist and you swallow down the thick tension. You see a quick flash of temptation in his eyes but it's gone just as fast and they turn back to black.

He's pulling you towards the door before you can say anything else but you don't even bother to put up a fight. "You need to leave."

You stumble back into the darkness without another word, cheeks burning red as he slams the door shut behind you, the sound of the lock turning echoing throughout the car park.

"Well that went well." You mumble to yourself, kicking an empty beer can before finding your way back to your bike.

You stare up at the diner front from where you're sat on your bike. The giant neon 'P' flickers on and off now and then but your mind is too far away to even notice.

Toni had let you stay with her and Cheryl for the night and where you'd been thankful, you'd slipped out early without a single goodbye.

You'd need coffee to keep you awake but it had long gone cold as you watched the sun rise, the sky illuminated in oranges and yellows. You knew you should have already left but there was something calming about the quietness of Pop's at this time of day that kept you there.

Ever the night owl, Jughead Jones had passed by with a smile, happy to see you and you were grateful that he still hated small talk just as much as you when he disappeared inside minutes later leaving you alone once more with you lingering thoughts.

"So that's that then?" Toni's voice makes you jump, and you turn to find her frowning in disappointment.

"There's nothing here for me anymore T." You shrug your shoulders, obviously deflated at the thought. "I shouldn't have come back."

"I don't know how you expected him to react." Her eyes narrow as she gets straight to the point. You'd told her about your encounter with Sweet Pea the night before but you hadn't expected her to be so blunt when talking about it.

You look down in silence, fiddling with the zip on your leather jacket. "Guess I was just trying to be hopeful."

"So what now? You disappear for another six years?" Her blatant honestly catches you off guard, the harshness in her tone throwing you off. "How long are you going to keep running for?"

"What else am I suppose to do?" Your voice sounds louder in the vacant car park, more desperate as you throw your hands up in despair. You can feel your eyes start to prickle with tears and you bite down hard on your tongue. You weren't about to cry, not here, not now. Even if you were quickly losing all hope.

"Stay?" She suggests, as if the answer is so simple. "Show him you're serious about this."

Your heart rate quickens at the thought, and Toni watches you consider it. But she knows better than to push you into something and retreats, softening her take on tough love. "Fangs and I have a ‪Friday night‬ tradition of getting wasted at the Wyrm. There's still some of your old stuff at Thistle House if you wanted to join us. It's your choice."

She gives you one last look, a small sympathetic smile on her lips as she turns to leave without another word.

There's no need to say goodbye, she knows she'll see you later tonight. At least she hopes so anyway.

—

He senses your presence the minute you walk into the bar, the same way he had the night before.

Even after all this time, he's still drawn to you like a magnet and it terrifies him.

The first thing he noticed are the red fishnets. They ride high up your thighs, disappearing underneath your shorts before they appear again on your hips.

He remembers you owning an exact pair that he'd playfully ripped apart with his bare hands and briefly thinks about what it would be like to do it again.

He blinks away the thoughts.

You stride over to Toni and Fangs sat in their usual booth, your booth, without looking at anyone else, not even him, but plenty of people stare at you.

And it infuriates him.

He watches you for the rest of the night, high heels dangling over the edge of the seat, never once coming to the bar yourself, never giving him an ounce of attention.

He feels the corners of his lips automatically pulling up into a smile every time he hears your laugh and it makes him want to kick himself for being so stupid.

He watches you until you’re no longer there, disappearing while he’s too distracted to notice where you’ve gone and he tells himself he’s relieved but he can’t shake the disappointment manifesting deep down.

He doesn't see you again until he's kicked everyone out and the doors been locked. He's about to turn the lights off and call it a night when he catches a glimpse of red. His body tenses, ready to defend himself from whoever is lurking in the corner until he realises it's you and he's even more panicked than before.

“You shouldn’t be in here.” He lets go of a long, shaky breath. His voice is flat and you feel your hands go numb.

“I thought maybe you’d got sick of staring and wanted to talk?” You step into the light, drawing closer to him. He feels a flicker of anger, of course you had noticed. He doesn't know if he's more annoyed at himself for still showing interest or you for using it against him.

“I still have nothing to say to you.” He swallows. You're too close now. So close he can smell your perfume and it makes him want to forget why he's even mad at you in the first place. But his memory quickly reminds him of the heart break and he takes a step back.

“That’s fine, I have to plenty to say.” There's a hopeful smile on your lips but it falters as he stares back emotionless.

“I’m not exactly in a listening mood.” He turns away, eager for you to leave, for this situation to be over but you're not ready to give up yet.

“How about a bet?” You suggest, pointing towards the table behind him. "One game of pool. You win, I leave and I never come back.”

“And if you win?” He quirks an eyebrow at your suggested, slightly baffled at the idea.

“You hear me out, even if it’s just for five minutes.” You wait for his answer, heart slamming against your chest.

His eyes dart between you and pool cue leaning against the wall. There's a smug, annoyed part of him that knows he could win this easily and have you out of his life in minutes, but there's also a part of him that what's to let you win just to spend a little longer with you. "Deal.”

He doesn't know how he wants to play it yet.

—

“I win!” You drop the cue in triumphant, spinning around in some sort of victory dance before turning to face him and clearing your throat in embarrassment.

He huffs, trying to hid a smile. "You have five minutes.”

He watches your face fall and he notices how tired you look. "I hate that you’re so mad at me.”

“You have no idea.” He lets out a small laugh, it's humourless and empty but he can't help it. Your eyes meet his and you regret it the minute you see something broken hidden behind them

“I really am sorry.” The knot in your stomach tightens, you feel pathetic at your own words but you had nothing else to offer him.

“You think that fixes it? You just left without even telling me!” His voice is louder now, harsher than before. The rage in his eyes makes you flinch, years of pent up feelings spewing out. "I had to find out from Fangs!”

“I wanted to go travel, get out of town for a while.” You don't know why you said it, it sounds stupid even to you.

“It’s been six years Y/N!” He's livid with you, that you put the two of you in this situation, that you destroyed the relationship. He stares at you, the girl he once loved with everything he had, with so much confusion, so much pain that he automatically brings you to tears. "You didn’t even say goodbye!”

“Because it would have been too hard!” You scream at him with everything you have, the truth finally coming out. Sweet Pea would never leave Riverdale, you never would have stayed. Two people who had meant the world to each other but were destined for conflicting paths.

You couldn't bring yourself to say goodbye to him so you didn't. It was as simple as that. Only six years later the brown eyed serpent still plagued your thoughts and you knew you had to come home.

That you had to try and win him back.

You wait for him to reply but he says nothing, just stares again like he's looking straight into your soul. And then somethings clicks, and he moves so fast you don't have time to react.

His lips are warm, familiar but the impact of his mouth on yours knocks you off guard and leaves your lungs feeling empty of breath.

Once your lips meet it’s like he can’t get enough. He has one hand on the nape of your neck, the other gripping onto your hip pushing you back until your legs brush up against the pool table.

And as he lifts you up, tugging your legs around his waist you can’t help the moan that escapes. You grip fist fulls of his shirt, pulling him into you until he can’t get any closer but you arch your back anyway.

You can feel yourself coming apart underneath him, his face buried in your neck. He mumbles something you can’t make out before his tongue trails along your collarbone and your hands quickly find the hem of his shirt so you can scratch bare skin.

“I can’t stop thinking about you- and I hate it.” But there’s something lingering in his voice that tells you actually he doesn’t hate it at all.

“Sweets...” His name is more of a sigh than a word, you’re almost breathless, chest raising harshly up and down. “Less talking.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his hand twisting in your hair so he can tilt your head back and attack your neck again.

—

He watches you carefully as button your shorts up, pulling his own shirt over his head. "Are you gonna leave again?”

“Not unless you tell me too.” You answer honestly.

“I don’t think I could go through it again.” His head dips from where he's still sat on the pool table, his bare legs swinging slightly as he plays with his hands.

“Does this mean you forgive me?” You cover his fingers with your own, holding on tight like you're scared he might disappear.

He thinks his answer over, rubbing circles on your skin with his thumb. "It means I’m willing to try.”

And that’s all you need to hear for your lips to find his again.

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Top 10 NEW in October 2020!

October added 178* stories to our collection!

Explicit content means it goes under the cut! Also, please make sure to read the tags for any items on your squick list.

Title: The Sun, the Moon, and the Truth Author: senlinyu Rated: M Summary: The war is won but after years, rebuilding is still slow and tenuous.

Katara feels homeless. Everyone else has found a place for themselves after the war. Zuko is the Fire Lord. Aang is the Avatar restoring the Air Nomad nation. Toph has founded a metalbending school in the Earth Kingdom. Sokka has taken the lead beside their father in the Southern Water Tribe’s rebuilding and modernization process.

It seems there’s no place left that needs Katara. Score: 10 / 10 Tags: One Shot, Canon Compliant, Forbidden Love, Mutual Pining, Infidelity

Title: 25 Reasons To Visit Your Local Dungeon Author: zutaralover94 Rated: E Summary: Katara is given a new writing assignment at her job at Warrior Magazine. (One that is not in her expertise.) The assignment? 25 Reasons To Visit Your Local Sex Dungeon. This was a long way away from her normal wardrobe 'how to's. So, research is mandatory. Which means visiting her local sex dungeon: The Blue Spirit.

Zuko, the best rigger The Blue Spirit has, is entrusted with the newbie. He was looking forward to taking down all of this pristine writer's walls.

(This is terrible summary for this is Kinktober 2020) Score: 10 / 10 Tags: Kinktober, Smut, WIP

Title: Mate Author: sparrowkeet1 Rated: E Summary: Sokka wants to know when Zuko and Katara are going to produce a cousin for his six-month-old. Zuko finds the whole prospect far more appealing than he expected.

Early entry for Kinktober 2020, Day 12 - Breed Kink. Written as a sequel to Purr but can stand alone.

Series Part 3 of Purr-verse Score: 9.8 / 10 Tags: Kinktober, Smut, Series, Complete

Title: The Summer of the Switching Sickness Author: FictionIsSocialInquiry Rated: E Summary: He sighs. Loudly. ‘Here’s what’s going to happen.’ Katara peeks at him through her fingers. ‘First, we’re going to agree right now that we will never tell any of our friends about this. Ever. Especially Sokka and Toph. Deal?’

Katara nods fervently. ‘Deal.’ - The summer of the Switching Sickness puts a strain on relations between the Fire Nation and Southern Water Tribe... It's probably better for everyone involved if no one else finds out why. Score: 9.8 / 10 Tags: Smut, Body Swap, Complete

Title: (if my wishes came true) it would have been you Author: TheDescension Rated: T Summary: Katara overshares on the internet. Zuko makes it a point to only lurk. Good thing there's nothing tying their online adventures to their real lives — right?

Or, Katara and Zuko have something of a history, and when they reconnect after months of silence, there could be more going on behind the scenes than they realize.

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Score: 9.7 / 10 Tags: Alternate Universe, Modern Setting, Social Media, WIP

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Title: Wildfire Author: rainstormdragon Rated: E Summary: 'Stop thinking about him,' was the wrong answer to give her, Zuko knew. So was 'I never want to stop touching you' and 'we could keep doing it, he doesn’t have to find out.' Aang was one of his best friends. He trusted Zuko to act honorably. And Zuko had just had passionate, drunk sex with the woman Aang loved. Katara was right. They were horrible people.

Series Part 3 of ATLA Smut Score: 9.3 / 10 Tags: Series, Smut, Complete

Title: I Asked You First Author: halfhoursonearth Rated: T Summary: After leaving Yon Rha’s village, Zuko finds a way to draw Katara out of her distress, and she begins to seek out his company. In late night conversations, they discover themselves and each other.

This story picks up after The Southern Raiders and carries through and past the series—at some point in the middle, leaving canon behind. Because these two intense kids deserve the chance to feel known, banter with a worthy opponent, examine the legacy of the world they’re fighting for, and—of course—fall in love. Score: 9.2 / 10 Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, WIP

Title: See Me Feel Me Touch Me Heal Me Author: gemgirl28 Rated: G Summary: Because Toph knows everything, she is the first member of Team Avatar to realize how touch starved Zuko is.

A short fic in which Toph knows everything, Zuko is touch starved, and Toph's going to help. And maybe spread a little chaos as well. Begins at The Western Air Temple. Score: 8.9 / 10 Tags: One Shot, Fluff

Title: Give It Up Author: Lliyk Rated: E Summary: Katara’s world takes a sharp left. Zuko makes sure that she knows he’s there for her.

In a flash the image in her mind shifts and changes. Saliva pools in from her bottom canines. An angry, aching pulse of need flushes through her core. A shiver works it’s way down her spine, and she thinks she might just vibrate right out of her rebelling skin.

“Of course you want it my way.” Zuko is saying, eyes closed and taking deep breaths through the part of his reddened lips. His thumb graces the line of her neck. “I knew...” He mutters, then, with topaz eyes locking with hers: “Do you trust me?”

Her breathless answer is as automatic as the affront that pulls at her mouth. “I trust you.” She says. “Of course I trust you.” Score: 8.8 / 10 Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Smut, WIP, A/B/O

Title: watch the ripples change their size Author: SafelyCapricious Rated: G Summary: Zuko should’ve drowned when he was three. It’s not something he remembers — his mother, called away, had been forced to leave the children with a nanny, despite her feelings of dread that something terrible was going to happen. She’d been much relieved when she’d returned to her darling boy, sleeping peacefully, little hand curled around a stone from the turtleduck pond, and her sweet girl burbling away angrily in her crib.

For Katara there are many close calls, where she thinks the fire should have hit her but it miraculously doesn’t — but it’s when Aang is practicing and she sees the flame coat her skin for an instant that she knows.

Series Part 4 of ain't no grave can hold my body down Score: 8.7 / 10 Tags: Alternate Universe, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Series, One Shot

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timeforelfnonsense · 3 years

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Under the Light of the Moon (Updated)

Dafni x Astarion

Rating: E

Ao3

I’ve been reworking some of the first fics I wrote for these two now that I have a better idea of their relationship. I’ve updated them on Ao3 but there was some interest in me reposting them here as well!

Sunshine & Starlight: My on going bg3 series

The tiefling’s fireworks boomed overhead, filling the sky with shimmering lights of gold and silver. Dafni smiled to herself, soaking up the feelings of splendor and revelry that swirled all around her. Their merriment danced across her skin like a warm summer breeze and filled her chest with contentment. She closed her eyes and pictured herself back home in the Feywilds where such joy would have surely created astonishing delights that could only exist in the imaginations of those who had never basked in its splendor.

“Well, you seem quite blissful!” A pretty tiefling spoke, “I hope I’m not bothering you. I just wanted to say thank you-.” She paused, “Is that umm normal for you?”

Dafni blinked a few times allowing herself to float back down to reality. She followed the bard’s eyes down to her feet where a small patch of flowers had begun to bloom. “Oh! Yes!” Dafni assured, taking the other woman’s hands in her own. “Sorry! I was a bit far away just then! What were you saying?”

“Only that I wanted to thank you.”

“Oh! You don’t need to thank me Alfira! I was happy to help!”

“You remembered my name?” Alfira said, her eyes lighting up as a beaming smile formed on her lips.

“Of course! I sang with you in the grove!” Dafni gave her hands a little squeeze, “You have a beautiful voice.”

A deep plum blush spread across Alfira’s cheeks as she babbled a thank you. Dafni had that effect on people, charming and beguiling them as effortlessly as breathing. It wasn’t something she did on purpose. It was simply the way the gods made her. She craved closeness and affection from those around her more than most. She had been brought up by a serious, if not dotting mother who tirelessly protected her from those who would seek to take advantage of her kind heart. As well as a clan of ‘sisters’ with whom she had shared her every thought and confidence. To Dafni tenderness and trust were simply the way of things and she had carried that sensibility with her into the Material.

“Don’t look,” Alfira leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “but, that man is staring at you rather intently.”

“What man!?” Dafni squealed, “Where?! What does he look like!”

Dafni began to bounce on her heels as she battled the urge to follow Alfira’s stare. She, like so many of the fey, found herself rather enchanted by flattery and adoration. A dashing stranger admiring her from across a party was a positively delightful prospect.

“He’s an elven man, very fair in complexion. He has handsome features but he looks a bit...Intense. I think I saw him with you at the grove?”

Astarion?

Her heart skipped a few beats. She’d always thought him rather attractive- Princely even. With his strong cheekbones and a sharp jaw. And those ruby-red eyes, teeming with unanswered questions. There was a delicious danger about him as well. She should have found his vampiric nature ghastly and frightening, but it only added to his wicked charms. She certainly wanted him but he could be a hard book to read. On one hand, he was always chiding her for ‘unnecessary acts of kindness’. On the other, he’d nearly kissed her that day on the riverbank. And the night she’d allowed him to drink from her he had held her with such affection but she’d attributed that to some sort of vampire feeding behavior rather than attraction. The curiosity became too much for Dafni to bear. He was leaning against a tree drinking wine straight from the bottle. It seemed Astarion was indeed her admirer after all. Her cheeks went hot as they clapped eyes on each other. With a smirk, he mouthed a silent ‘hello’.

He heard the lyrical chime of Dafni’s laughter from the other side of camp. She threw her head back, sending her lovely pink curls tumbling down her shoulders. Flowers sprung up at her bare feet and butterflies with wigs of faerie fire fluttered around her. She had traded her armor for a nearly transparent dress that left precious little to the imagination. He could hardly look away. She had an exquisite figure, softer than most elves, plump and curvaceous. It was as if she had intended to tease and tempt him, prancing around in next to nothing. A gentle breeze blew through her hair and filled his lungs with the familiar aroma of lilac and evening primrose.

His mouth watered at the thought of sinking his teeth back into her once more. The memory of her fingers laced through his hair, pulling him closer, inviting him to drink deeper, was still fresh in his mind. He’d thought about bedding her plenty of times after they met but, they had been little more than idle fantasies. But, since that first taste, he found his imagination wandering towards the debaucherous more and more often when she was around.

“Enjoying your party, Daffodil?” He asked, taking a long drink of his wine as she bounded towards him, “Would you like some? It tastes awful but please, help yourself.”

“It’s OUR party!” She corrected, “You shouldn’t be over here sulking alone!”

She shook her head, rose curls bouncing as she snatched the bottle for a nip. He couldn’t help but smile as she screwed up her nose when she swallowed. No, red wine wouldn’t be her drink would it? Too heavy and bitter. She’d like something sweeter. Floral maybe? Just like her.

“See. Awful! You know, I never pictured myself as a hero. Never thought I’d be the one they toasted for saving so many lives. And now that I’m here…” He paused for just a moment before scrunching his nose up in disgust, “I hate it. This is awful.”

“You did a good thing!” She scolded, “You deserve to enjoy yourself.”

He scoffed, giving her a dismissive wave, “I just would have liked more for my trouble than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine. I’m just looking for a little more excitement. A little more fun.”

“You should attend a party in the Feywilds sometime.” She suggested, “They can go on for days at a time! Especially if a satyr is involved in the planning!”

“That does sound more exciting. This drawl gathering could do with a little more heathenism. You know, we could always make our own entertainment, darling. Get a little closer so to speak.” There it was. He needed to have her. Why deny it any longer? He’d been cautious and calculated but the craving for her never stopped. He looked her over from toe to tip, drinking in her beauty with unapologetic want.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean?” Her pink eyelashes fluttered over winsome topaz eyes. Her slender fingers tucking a stray hair behind his ear.

He stared at her dumbfounded. Was she really that innocent? He thought he’d made it clear he was interested? Perhaps she’d never been propositioned before, though he doubted that. She was a fetching little enchantress. It was impossible that he was the first to take note of her grace and charm.

“By the Hells! Sex, my dear.”

“Oh? Is that what you are after?” A mischievous grin formed on her perfect lips. “Well maybe if you say please.”

“What?” He couldn’t help the keenness in his voice.

“Say please,” Dafni repeated, her tone was honey-sweet.

Her head tilted to the side allowing her hair to slip from her shoulder and expose her neck. She took a step closer, closing the space between them. His breath caught in his throat as he struggled to swallow a low moan as she caressed him over his breeches. It seemed sweet, angelic, Daffodil was not quite the innocent maiden after all. A delicious turn of events. Her other hand wound its way through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down to her. Her lips were petal-soft against his as she pulled him into a slow, teasing kiss. The tip of her tongue dancing across the velvet of his inner lip. Each brush of her mouth coaxing more and more desperation from him.

“Please.” He sighed between hungry kisses rocking against her palm.

“Yes.” She relented at last before placing one last, maddeningly chaste kiss on his lips, “How could I say no to such a polite request.”

“Cheeky little pup.” He purred, “ Now go on- Enjoy the rest of your party. I’ll see you later.”

He emphasized his statement with a quick squeeze of her backside that was met with a high pitched squeak. He had half mind to take her right then but surely someone would notice if they were to sneak off so early in the night. No, it seemed he would just have to wait. At least that would give him time to think of all the things he would do to her once the rest of the camp was sound asleep.

She crept softly on the balls of her feet. She could feel the excitement like electricity on the air. She was a creature of revelry at her core and the promise of a late-night romp in the woods filled her with delight. She pinched her thighs together savoring the fire growing between her legs. Cool hands wrapped around her waist drawing a frightened yelp from her lips. She felt his breath hot on her ear as he chuckled in response.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting.” He whispered pulling her closer, his hands wandering towards her chest, “Waiting since the moment I first set eyes on you. Waiting to have you.”

She could tell he was grinning without having to look at his face. She could hear it in the tone of his voice. Feel it in the squeeze of his hand on her breast. She let her head fall against his chest glancing up at him with a look that was equal parts mischief and desire.

“You don’t have me yet.”

“Don’t I?” He mused. His free hand pushed up her thin dress, running up her inner thigh, “You are here. And I don’t think you want to talk.” She bit down on her lip holding back a whimper as she felt his cool hand cup her core. “I think you want to be known. To be tasted. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To lose yourself in me?”

She was lost for words all she could muster was a simple nod. She tried to squirm against his hand but he held her tight as he pulled her into a deep kiss. She could taste the wine, dry and sharp on his tongue as he ran it along the seam of her lips.

“I thought so.” He smirked, releasing his hold on her, “But, you’ll have to say please.”

Dafni watched him as he circled her, admiring her from every angle. She considered yielding to his request for a moment...No, the urge to misbehave was far too appealing. She would give in eventually, of course! But, the thought of reaction was far too sublime to not test the waters.

“Make me.”

He tisked, shaking his head at her rebellious reply. A fearsome look danced across his features. He flashed her his teeth, fangs on full display as a playful growl rumbled in his chest. In one fast movement, he picked her up, throwing her legs around his waist. She clung to him for dear life as she felt her feet leave the ground.

She was infuriating, that little minx. She seemed to know all the ways to rile him up and more than that seemed to enjoy doing it. He made quick work of that madding dress discarding the translucent, shimmering fabric to the forest floor without a care. He lifted her, pressing her back up against the trunk of a tree. She had a white knuckle clutch on his shoulder.

“I won’t drop you,” He promised.

“Are you sure? I’m a bit heavy.” A perfect blush the same color as her rosy hair covered her freckled cheeks.

“I’m sure.” He gave her thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Now where was I? Ahh- That’s right...”

He brought his head to her heaving breast listing to the rapid beating of her heart. took in a lungful of air savoring her bouquet before taking a nipple into his mouth. He reveled in the sweet mews was making. He slid a hand between her legs. His body stirred as he found even wetter than expected. He slipped a finger into her meeting no resistance. Dafni whined, grinding agent his pumping hand.

“Have you reconsidered my generous offer, Daffodil? I can feel how close you are. Just say please and I’ll give you what you need.”

She had never been one to beg but he knew what he was doing. Offering her just enough pleasure to turn her into an incoherent mess but not enough to find release. Dafni swallowed her pride at last.

“Please…”

“What?” He teased, “I don’t think I heard that? You’ll have to speak up, darling.”

“Please!” She nearly shouted, “Please let me cum, I’ll be as loud as you want just please!”

He slid another finger into her and hastened the rhythm of his touch. Dafni felt her breaths grow shorter and shorter until a long breathy cry fell from her lips. She felt relief wash over her first followed by the sensation of floating in a sea of bliss.

Her feet hit the ground with a soft thud as Astarion dropped his vice grip on her thigh. She wobbled, grabbing onto his biceps for balance. . He seemed extremely pleased with himself! Dafni stuck her tongue out at him. She pushed off the tree taking fist fulls of his shirt into her hands. She yanked him down to meet her hungry kiss before he could make any smug remarks about her begging.

“You have far too many clothes on.”

He wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up splayed out in the dirt. It had all happened rather quickly after she stripped him down to nothing. He found himself struggling to care, however. All that mattered was the feeling of Dafni’s wet slit sliding over his throbbing cock. He grabbed her hips controlling her tempo. She leaned forwards nipping at his collarbone. He groaned as she ran her tongue along the faint imprint of her teeth. A moonlight garden had begun to spring up around them, snowdrops, jasmine, and in her hair delicate white and pink daffodils.

“You had me fooled,” He moaned, “I thought perhaps, you were still a maiden.”

She laughed, throwing her head back, “Are you disappointed?”

“Hardly” He scoffed, “I don’t think a maiden would be quite as- Ah! Skilled…” His hips jerked upwards causing Dafni’s curves to bounce sinfully.

“Ok enough teasing.” She said with a peal of silvery laughter.

She stretched her arms overhead grinding into him once more before pulling her hair to the side baring her neck. The ravenous sound Astarion made sent a jolt of pleasure zipping through her body. His eyes wide with disbelief, he seemed almost flustered by the gesture, the whisper of a pink blush spreading across his nose to the very tips of his ears. She couldn’t help the gentle smile that tugged at her lips. It was strange to see him this way, with a worried brow and puppy dog eyes. He nuzzled against the hollow of her throat. Placing a lingering kiss over the faded mark of his teeth.

He took her by the shoulders, flipping her onto her back. In one push he hilted himself. Dafni cried out, lifting her hips to meet his. He felt her hands slide up his ribs, traveling ever closer to his back. He pulled back with a start on instinct, wrenching away from her loving caress. She stared at him. Worry flashed across her delicate features. He had hoped to avoid questions but his reaction seemed to have only ignited her insatiable curiosity. He took her hands pinning them over above her head and he laced his fingers through her own as he sunk his teeth into her tender flesh. A sharp exhale fell from Dafni’s lips in response. Whatever questions that she had fallen to the wayside as she writhed beneath him.

The feeling of her blood rushing through both their bodies was intoxicating. Her taste was like pomegranate, bright, and sweet. Though, her flavor was but a small part of the rapturous experience. The joyful presence that surrounded her was dizzying enough on its own but to drink from her went far beyond the playful delight simple proximity brought. She felt like every good thing he had been denied in the last two centuries. He forced himself to pull away despite his instincts begging him to take his fill. He recalled the sleepy delirium that took her the last time. A state that was far from ideal for fornication.

“You are exquisite.” He gasped, “ Sunlight made flesh. ”

By the Hells!

Had he said that out loud? He felt the fresh blood in his veins betrayed him, his face growing hot with embarrassment. He tried to look away from her but she reached up brushing his messy white hair away before placing a cautious hand on his mid-back.

“ I want you to look at me ” She whispered, “ You don’t have to hide from me. Not ever .”

She ran her fingers along his spine feeling the telltale texture of marked flesh. He tensed at first but with a deep breath allowed himself to melt into her soothing touch. He was still holding back. Tucking parts of himself away from her even now. She wouldn't push him no matter how badly she wished to know his every secret. She would simply have to savor the glimpses he allowed her for now and trust he would tell her everything in his own time.

His thrust grew frantic and impassioned. She dug her heels into the base of his spine until his body was flush with her own. He bit down on his lip as he came undone spilling his seed inside her. The feeling of him pulsing inside her pushed her to her climax. A cry broke loose from her that echoed through the trees and what had started as a humble bed of flowers spread across the forest creating a lush meadow. Butterflies of pure light burst into existence.

He lay beside her in silence for a while, staring up at the stars. He felt her slide her warm hand into his own. Her hair tickled his shoulder as she scooted closer, snuggling up at his side. He kissed the top of her head. Her breathing was slow and deep. It seemed she was worn out enough sleep rather than taking her usual trance. It had been a long day. She deserved some rest. He would leave soon but he wanted to savor her for a few moments longer...

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