#if this doesn't flop i promise next ones will be better

[luveline]

Hi!! I love your steve zombie au stuff i’ve read every single one! Idk If you’re comfortable but I’d love something about their first time together, even if it’s just them talking afterwards. I feel like they’d be so sweet and loving with each other. Just both be really happy to have that moment. No worries if not! I just really love your writing!!

hi thank you for your request! i changed it a little, hope it’s still okay! steve zombie au —you and Steve spend a few minutes in the afterglow of one of your first times together, 1k, fem!reader. MDNI 18+ ONLY – mature themes

When Steve lets go of your thigh, it aches. You let it flop to one side into the sheets, your hands reaching out for his naked chest as your own rises and falls. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. It takes him a lot longer to catch his breath than you, and for good reason.

"C'mere," you say, knowing you sound silly but unable to help it. You need a hug right now. "Steve–" 

"I am," he promises, sitting on his haunches, a towel in hand. "Don't worry, look– lay back some more. There, honey." 

Steve lies down on top of you in bed. Chest to chest, stomach to stomach. You get your arms behind each other's shoulders and cling. 

"How was that?" he asks, still breathless as he turns his face on the pillow next to your head. His lips skips against your jaw with each word, he's so close to you.

You're getting better at knowing what you want, what he wants, and how to make it happen. The first time had been good, amazingly romantic and with a lot of happy crying, but a short mess. This time had been longer, slower, as loving as your first go but undeniably charged.

"Perfect," you say under your breath. 

"Flatterer." 

"Is it okay for you, going slow for so long?" you ask. 

Steve massages your shoulder absent-mindedly, fingers flat to the back of it and thumb rubbing the hill. "I kind of need to. Or it'll… I'd finish too quickly." 

"I don't mind if you want to do that," you say, enacting some massaging of your own. Your palm roves from between his shoulder blades to the soft hair at the back of his neck. 

"I want it to be good for you," he says. 

"'N' I want it to be good for you," you say. 

"It is good for me, honey. I almost called you 'loser', but I didn't, because you need to listen to me." His lips touch your cheek lightly as he lifts his head, a purposeful and loving touch. "It's better than good for me. I sort of hope you'd be able to tell–" 

You start laughing, embarrassed by his implication even while he's naked on top of you, and super, super in love with him. "You did sound like you were having fun," you croon. 

He groans and tucks his face into your neck. 

"You're not as loud," he says after a moment. "Is that… is that my fault?" 

"I was holding my breath for most of it," you confess. You don't mean to, but the pressure, the warmth, the feeling of his skin on yours, it can tip into overwhelming. A good overwhelming, but overwhelming all the same. 

"What?" He pushes himself up onto an elbow, his eyebrows pulled together in a heart-warming concern. "Did I hurt you?" 

"No, no," you say, again with an embarrassed, breathy laugh. "Stevie," —said softly, always— "it doesn't hurt, it's the opposite of hurting. I feel so– it feels…" 

His eyebrows relax. Steve nods, curls of sweat-damp hair around his face jolting with the movement. "I know. I swear it feels better if you don't hold back." 

"Not holding back." 

"A bit." 

"What if I make some really weird noise that turns you off?" 

"I think," he says, leaning down inch by inch, "that would be physically impossible." 

He kisses you sweetly, and then less so. Your lips part as he presses down on you, his hand cupping your cheek if only to hold you still. You have a bad habit of pulling up and knocking your teeth together. 

"I liked the rough part too," you say. 

He kisses your top lip lazily, but through his ardency he manages a hum. Go on?

"I liked how you got more, um, forceful… and it didn't hurt like last time, don't get stressed." 

Last time, you'd asked him to be rougher sooner, and it pinched. It wasn't a big deal —you told him what it felt like and he stopped to make it better. Today, there'd been no need to stop. You'd asked him once not to stop, and he'd made a sound you'd never heard from him, a throaty groan that has heat rising to your cheeks remembering it, and the feeling of his hand tightening its grip on your thigh. 

"Going slow is the answer to all our problems," Steve says. He takes your face into both hands and rubs your cheeks with his thumb, one then the other. It has you squinting with each pass. 

"That's not true," you murmur. 

"I know you like some stuff fast," Steve says, salacious and not. He gives you a quick, tight squeeze, kissing a stripe of nose-smushed, open-mouthed kisses down the side of your face before he pulls away. "Do me a favour? If the small sounds are any example, I really wanna hear the big ones. I need to, actually, or I'm not gonna make it." 

You put a hand over his heart. 

"Idiot," you say, and push him away from you. 

Steve pretends to be pushed before plummeting back down for another smacking kiss, pressed to your cheek. 

"Love you," he says, his eyes closed. "Love you. I love you." 

"I love you too," you say. 

"I love you," he says again, quieter than before. 

"I know, handsome. I love you too." 

His hand wanders down your side. You've started to feel his weight in your stomach, and his touch fosters a second kind of heaviness. 

"Do you want to go again?" he asks quietly. Long fingers trail back up your waist, goosebumps erupting in their wake. 

You drag your foot upward, knee rising, and close him in with your thigh. He takes it for the yes that it is and leans in for another kiss.

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[george-weasleys-girl]

"I just want you to be happy! And perhaps a little bit naked." with George (x f or gn!reader)

in a halloween party pleasee, the reader gets a little "insecure" to ask George to wear a couple costume

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After the Party

George Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cunninilingus, face fucking

18+only

This went in a direction I didn't expect. I hope you enjoy it. 😊

~•~

Y/N paced the room, her eyes drifting back to her spur of the moment purchase, thinking it would be fun. She'd always wanted to dress up in matching Halloween costumes. And what better time to do it than during Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes annual Halloween party. She and George had been dating two years, and she finally felt confident enough to bring up the idea.

Or so she thought.

She'd just finished reading The Difference Engine and had developed a bit of an obsession with the whole steampunk genre. And then when she saw the matching steampunk costumes while out in muggle London earlier that day, she didn't even think twice.

Maybe she should have... Ugh, me and my stupid impulse buys.

Y/N'd told him about the book while she was reading it, and he definitely seemed curious, but they hadn't really discussed it beyond that. She sighed and flopped down on the bed, debating if she should return them or not.

What if he already had something else in mind? Or what if he doesn't like his costume?

It was a bit extravagant. Velvet and brocade. And leather. Her eyes drifted over to the trousers. Skin-tight, black leather that promised to show off his incredibly endowed... manhood.

Y/N face burned red hot just thinking about it. Then, she blushed at herself for blushing.

This is ridiculous. I've seen George naked plenty of times.

And yet, something about seeing him waltzing around in those pants sent a shiver of excitement down her spine and straight to her pussy. She exhaled a deep breath, fighting the urge to shove her hands down her panties.

~•~

"Is something wrong, love?" George asked. "You've been really quiet all evening."

Y/N sighed. Of course, he would notice. He always notices. "No... well, kinda... I don't know." She took a sip of her wine. "It's really stupid."

George shifted so he could put his arm around her. "It can't be too stupid if it's bothering you so much," he coaxed. "Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."

"I know. It's just... Godric, I feel like such an idiot," she stammered. "I just... I want us to wear a couple's costume for the Halloween party."

George blinked. "That's it? A couple's costume? That's a great idea, love! I'd love to do that!"

"Well, yeah," Y/N began with a nervous grin. "But I haven't told you what I have in mind."

~•~

Everyone at the party either wanted George or wanted to be him. He spent the evening prancing around, quite obviously proud of himself, while at the same time making it exceedingly clear that Y/N was the only one who got to play with the goods.

"I think you might've made a few enemies tonight," he whispered in her ear as they stood at the door bidding everyone farewell.

"Oh well," Y/N shrugged. "Not my problem."

George chuckled. "So, you don't mind that countless party-goers are going to fantasize about me tonight?" He asked with a smug grin.

"Let them fantasize all they want," she said, blithely waving goodbye to a woman whose eyes barely moved from George's crotch all night. "I'm the one you take to bed every night."

"Indeed you are," he smiled. "And I don't plan on that changing in this lifetime. Or the next."

~•~

"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" George asked as he unlaced her dress. He'd already undressed down to everything but those deliciously sinful pants.

"Very much so," she grinned. "This one's going down in the books as my favorite Halloween yet."

"I'm glad. I just want you to be happy," he said. "And perhaps a little bit naked." The last lace loosened, and her dress fell to the floor, leaving her in a corset and much to George's surprise and delight, a pair of crotchless lace panties.

His already prominent bulge grew even more prominent. "You look so hot in that corset," he mummered, pulling her close and rubbing his erection against her. "I've been thinking about fucking you in it all night."

"I think that can be arranged," she grinned.

"Good," he said, leading her over to the bed. "Lie down, my sweet, and spread those pretty legs of yours."

George knelt down, tracing the outside of pussy with his finger. "So pretty," he smiled up at her before burying his face between her legs and taking one long lick from bottom to top, drawing out a breathless moan from her lips. He smiled into her cunt and continued on, using his thumbs to gently open her folds wider. He started with slow licks, his tongue roaming over every delectable inch of her, lapping up her juices. Y/N's soft breathless moans grew louder. "Oh, fuck, George!" She bucked her hips up and her hands clawed at the sheets.

"You look so fucking hot right now. You like what I'm doing, kitten?" He cooed, watching her writhe and squirm while he slowly pushed a finger inside her as his thumb teased her sensitive nub.

"That feels so good, baby!" She moaned.

"You want more?" He teased.

"Please," she gasped, pulsing around his finger.

George grinned and inserted another finger, curling them both into her g-spot. Her reaction was so intense that he thought she might start levitating and his cock throbbed painfully at the pure, primal pleasure she was experiencing. He increased the speed of his fingers, pumping in and out of her juicy cunt, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm. Y/N curled her fingers into his hair, pushing him back down. He knew exactly what she needed and he gave it to her, sucking and licking her clit, all the while still fucking her with his fingers.

"Yes, George! Right there!" She screamed as her body convulsed in ecstasy. George damn near came at the sight.

"Damn baby," he admired. "You are so beautiful when you cum."

Y/N smiled, still laid spread out across the bed, trying to catch her breath. "And you look like you're going to burst out of those pants at any moment," she teased. "Come up here and let me take care of that."

A big, goofy grin spread across George's face, and he crawled up to straddle her. She palmed his twitching erection through his pants before unzipping them and pulling out his cock, stroking its full length. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes. "Fuck, love, that feels incredible." Encouraged by his praise, she sped up her ministrations, making his hips buck uncontrollably, his soft groans grow louder.

"I wanna taste you," she said, aiming his dick toward her mouth and licking the precum dripping from his tip. "Fuck my face, baby."

George looked down in surprise, even as his already painfully hard cock grew harder. "Are you sure you’re ready?"

Y/N nodded. He'd been training her to deep throat, but she was still pretty new at it. "Georgie, I've been drooling over your cock all night. I'm beyond ready for you to shove it down my throat."

With those words, his dick went from dripping precum to spewing a steady stream that Y/N continued to happily lap up.

"Ok baby," he said, already pushing his cock into her mouth. "You know what to do if it gets to be too much." Again, she nodded, reminding herself to breathe through her nose as he slid into her, only gagging once his tip hit the back of her throat. George instinctively pulled back a little, but she grapsed his hips, holding him in place. He watched her with a mixture of desire and concern, waiting for the sign to pull out or keep going. Y/N's hands moved to his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. He nodded once and slowly began pumping in and out of her, his eyes never once leaving her face. After a couple of minutes, she squeezed his ass again, and he picked up his pace, throwing his head back. "Fuck yeah," he moaned.

Y/N's eyes watered as she took him deeper, loving the feel of his balls slapping against her chin while his unhinged, animalistic moans reawakened her own need. She slid a hand down to rub her pulsing cunt just as his hips began to stutter. "Fuck, I'm gonna - " he groaned and pulled out, spurting his seed all over her crimson brocade corset.

After a few moments, he sat back and gazed down at her stained garment with pride. Then, looking up at Y/N, he gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry, love. I've been fantasizing about doing that all night. Just couldn't help myself."

Y/N giggled, shaking her head. "You're so silly, Georgie," she said. "Though, I have to admit, you did look damn hot cumming all over me like that." Her eyes trailed back down to his dick. "Now give me that cock of yours again, so I can suck you dry."

George didn't have to be told twice.

~•~

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[keen-li]

Only one | 01

Warnings: toxic relationship trauma, trauma in general, mentally broken oc, manipulation, yendere jungkook. [Still more warnings to be added]

Psychiatrist jungkook x patient reader

.......

"I just wanna be good enough for someone you get" you play with the hem of your hospital gown.

"But no one is ever good to me" you take a deep breath feeling the tears coming but you hold them in.

"It's okay to cry, don't hide your emotions from me" your psychiatrist, Mr jeon, says having noticed you holding back. Once he says that your tears fall drop by drop until they're leaving your eyes like a waterfall. Mr jeon doesn't say anything, he just notes down what he observes.

"I know I'm good girl, don't you think I'm a good girl?" Good girl, a word You’ve been trying to stop referring to yourself as. Ever since your last relationship, which is one of the many reasons you're in this damn hospital, where your boyfriend would use it so often and even make you refer yourself as that, you haven't been able to let it go yet. Mr jeon hasn't addressed it yet but you're so sure he's noticed it by now.

He's silent to your question, "don't you think I'm a good girl" you ask so genuinely it's sad. Mr jeon simply smiles at you.

"I think you're a good person" he says no emotion behind it.

You scoff.

"I'm sorry, is there something else you would've liked me to say" he sits attentive and alert. His tone is gentle though the question feels sharp.

"I-i just..." You fail to speak and he gives you a reassuring look to help you speak.

"H-he always told me no-one will ever find me good enough apart from him" jungkook knows who the 'he' is, he's been a major topic of your sessions.

"Mmm" Mr jeon acknowledges as he takes note of something. Sometimes you spend your nights wondering what he's writing about you.

Could it be about how much he doesn't want to work with you anymore. Or maybe you're just insecure.

.....

"No please take me back" you flop around in the nurses hands.

"I'm okay, I promise." You don't sound okay and the nurses know better. It's one of those days where you have a mental breakdown. You don't see the damage you cause but others do and that's why they have to take you back to your room to cool down.

Mr jeon watches from afar as they take you away. You were having a session with him that's when you had your breakdown. You weren't even done with the session only in an hour out of the two hours you always have set. Mr jeon has seen your breakdowns before and even took notes of what you said while in that state.

Guess he has to see you next week.

......

You're sick of this place, its so plain and boring. You've been here for eight weeks and even though you feel you're getting better, the hospital thinks otherwise. Mr jeon hasn't given you anything on your progress, only praising you for your strength and openness. You want to know when you can leave this place. You wanna go back to your home, where your can rest peacefully with your dog and pet fish. Oh, you remembered your mother took your pets since you can't be there to take care of them. You just wanna be around them. And they've been on your mind lately.

"So how have you been?" He starts as he settles in his seat with just notepad, glasses glued to his face.

"I'm sorry I wasn't with you for the last two weeks" it's true, he's the only psychiatrist you trust and he hasn't been with you for two weeks. That caused you to have to speak to another psychiatrist, she honestly didn't understand you like Mr jeon does and that made it harder for you to express your true feelings.

"I had an emergency I had to attend to" Mr jeon doesn't talk about his personal life with you only focusing on yours. He doesn't need to tell you anything about his personal life and you don't need to know.

"I've been thinking about home more often lately." You say avoiding Mr jeon's eyes. He noticed you always did this when you expressed something to him that you weren't sure he'd be interested in. But he's always interested in what you say to him.

"Mm, what is it that you're missing at home?" he says in his ever present professional tone.

When he asks this question you remember the cute dog that's probably missing you right now, and the little fish you kept fed and clean in the tank, you hope whoever is looking after them is doing a good job cause if they aren't they're gonna feel it. Those animals have been the only source of comfort and joy in your life, until you were separated.

And now that he's asked that question and you realise the answer, the tears begin to form.

Mr jeon notices and smiles "its okay" his voice is so comforting that it aids your crying. Next second tears are flowing down your face as you try to control your sobs and breathing.

"I-i-i m-miss.." he can see you struggle with your words and reminds you of the breathing tactic he taught you.

You cool down a bit from the tactic, enough to say your words atleast.

"I miss my pets. My dog, my fish" you say and he can see how much they mean to you.

"Why do you miss them?" Seems like a bad question to ask someone in tears but because it's Mr jeon you don't mind.

"They were my only comfort, my only joy and my only hope" you sob as memories of them, especially your dog, make it to your brain.

He watches intently as you sob, he takes down some notes but you're too emotional to notice.

"I just wanna go home " you confess. "I'm tired of it here, I miss home" you sob intensely forgetting about the tactic.

"I'd honestly do anything to leave this place" Mr jeon stops at that.

"I just wanna leave this place" you confess all of this unconsciously. You feel so free around Mr jeon that you don't even think before you say anything.

"I just wanna go home" you whisper finally calming down.

You can see as you wipe your tears, Mr jeon places the note book down and even takes his glasses off. He only takes them off when he's leaving after his shift. He stands going to the door checking outside and locking it when he finally gets back.

You're confused about this new found behaviour, during your sessions he only focuses on you and never does anything else, especially not take off his glasses.

You're confused even more when he squats in front of you as if speaking to a child. He places his palms on the couch on each side of you as you stare at him with raised brows. It's weird seeing Mr jeon like this, he looks different from the the psychiatrist you speak to most of the time.

"Would you do anything to go back home?" he looks at you with so much patience and determination, like you would a child you're trying to convince to go to school.

"You'd do anything huh?" Even the way he's speaking is different, it's more casual.

You remember your previous confession, and even though it was an unconscious confession you still meant it. You can see him waiting for your answer and you unsurely nod.

He shakes his head declining your response.

"I need you to use your words. I need you to be sure" his tone is so soft and gentle and it makes you even more comfortable around him.

After thinking about it, which he lets you do, you have your answer.

"Yes I would." You nod along your words. He smiles at that, feeling to be going in the right direction with you.

"You know I can get you out of this place in a second, right?" He questions you.

You nod. "Words y/n"

"Yes, I know you can"

He nods. "Do you trust me? " It's actually something you've thought about. Do you trust Mr jeon? yes, yes you do. He's the only one you trust in this whole hospital or even the world.

"I do trust you, Mr jeon" he smiles at the honorific. You're unsure to what's he's getting to but you listen close.

"So if you trust me, then let me get you out of this place" why is he asking you this. Does he do this for others as well.

"I can take you somewhere better. I can take you home" and when he says home your eyes light up.

"Home?" You ask and he nods. "I do wanna go home"

"Okay then" he smiles at you. His eyes then turn dark But you can barely notice mind clogged with the hope of being able to go home.

"But you have to do one thing for me"

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[unclewaynemunson]

'I don't even know anymore why I wanted to do this in the first place! What if I'm terrible at kissing, Nance? I've never kissed anyone, I have no idea how to do it! And Vickie had a boyfriend, a boyfriend who was in college, she must've gotten tons of practice, she'll definitely know what she's doing! She's gonna want to kiss me tomorrow, I'm sure! And it's not like I don't want to kiss her, I do, but what if I mess up? Or what if I'm spectacularly, irredeemably bad at it? What do I do? She'd never wanna see me again and I'd have to move states because she'll tell everyone how bad I am at kissing and nobody's ever gonna wanna date me again and –'

'Please stop talking,' Nancy finally says. This rant has been going on for over two minutes and she can't take any more of it. 'Sit down. Take a breath. You'll be fine.'

Robin does exactly what she says, flopping down on the edge of Nancy's bed while finally breathing again for what feels like the first time ever since the two of them walked into Nancy's room earlier.

'First of all, Vickie is clearly crazy about you, so it'll be very hard to mess this one up.' Nancy tries to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach when she says those words. All she wants to be is supportive of Robin, it doesn't make sense that she feels like smashing things every time she envisions her friend finding happiness with Vickie. She should be better than this.

'And second,' she continues, 'Nobody is irredeemably bad at kissing. That's not a thing. I'm sure you'll do great.'

'You can't know that!' Robin sputters. 'I might be the first person ever! Somebody's got to be!'

'Want me to teach you?'

'Wha- What?'

At least Robin is quiet now, but man, one look at her face tells Nancy that this was a terrible idea. There's no going back now, though.

'Me and Barb used to practice kissing all the time,' she says, trying to go for casual with a little shrug of her shoulders - no need for Robin to know that that's not exactly true.

Robin is still staring at her like she's just sprouted a second head.

'Nance,' is all she says, her voice all weak and quiet.

And something in the way she sounds is making Nancy forget entirely that this was a bad idea. It speeds up her heartbeat and makes her want nothing more than to be the one who gets to teach Robin how to kiss. That's what friends are for, right?

Nancy goes to sit down right next to Robin, their legs touching.

'We don't have to,' she says, giving Robin an easy out. 'I just thought it could ease your mind, knowing you won't mess up with Vickie.'

'You'd be okay with – kissing a lesbian?'

Nancy shrugs again, trying to feign the confidence she certainly doesn't feel in this moment. 'Yeah, why not?'

'Okay. Alright. Let's do this,' Robin says, sounding like she's gearing up for a big soccer match instead of practicing kissing. 'Teach me everything you know, master.' It sounds just a little bit jeering and she wiggles her eyebrows as she says it, and somehow, that makes Nancy oddly nervous.

Nancy swallows. It's definitely a bad idea. But then why does it feel like an undoubtedly good idea?

'Okay,' she starts to explain, 'It's all about patience. About build-up. If you were about to go on a date with a guy, my advice would be to wait. Always wait until he leans in, that's how it's supposed to go, right? But I guess with two girls, you'd both be waiting forever, so that'd be useless.'

'So... Don't wait?'

'See how it goes,' Nancy advises. 'If she's giving you a certain look... You go for it. Lean in. Slowly, you're gonna want to take your time, remember the build-up.' She starts leaning towards Robin, but Robin immediately leans back.

'Wait, wait, wait,' she blurts out. 'What do you mean by “look?” How do I know if she's giving me a “look”?' There's something bordering on panic in her eyes and Nancy automatically grabs her hand to calm her down.

'You'll recognize it when it's there, I promise,' she says. 'It's something like... Like she's expecting something from you. Something like this.' She widens her eyes a little bit and tilts her head upwards, closer to Robin's.

'Oh,' Robin breathes out. 'Yeah, I – I guess I'll recognize that. That's –' She clears her throat. 'So then I lean in?'

'Yes,' Nancy mumbles. 'You lean in, but not all the way, you gotta give her the opportunity to reciprocate. So you start leaning in, you wait until she does the same, and then you'll kiss her. And if she starts leaning in, you lean towards her, and then wait for her to cross the rest of the distance.'

'That's a lot of rules.'

'It's easier than it sounds. I swear. C'mon, lean in.'

Robin swallows visibly, and Nancy realizes that she never let go of Robin's hand when the place where their palms are touching is getting sweaty. It doesn't bother her enough to pull her hand back, though.

Before she starts leaning in, Robin licks her lips - and suddenly Nancy can't see anything else than that: she's wearing magenta colored lipstick and her tongue looks pink and soft, and the weird thought comes to Nancy that she wouldn't mind finding out what it feels like to have that tongue exploring her mouth. But before she can stop to unravel that thought, Robin leans a few inches closer and Nancy brings her focus back to the task at hand.

'Close your eyes,' she whispers as she answers by leaning into Robin's space, too.

Robin abruptly pulls back. 'Then how can I see if you're leaning back in?!'

Nancy can't stop a giggle escaping from her throat; Robin pulls her hand out of Nancy's to give her a painful jab between her ribs.

'Don't laugh at me!'

'Wait, no, I wasn't laughing at you!' Nancy rushes to say. 'I'm sorry. I won't laugh. It's just- you were kinda cute about it.'

The words leave her mouth before Nancy's brain can catch up. For a moment, she wonders if this is how Robin feels all the time around Vickie, blurting out things she doesn't want to say but can't seem to stop herself from doing.

'Okay.' Robin takes a deep breath, the rosy color fading from her cheeks again. 'Let's try again, then.'

'Just – close your eyes as soon as you see me leaning, alright?'

'Alright.' She nods. 'Here we go.' She shuffles on the bed, then catches Nancy by surprise when she rests a hand on Nancy's knee.

'I lean in,' she says softly before she starts doing just that.

'You don't have to announce it,' Nancy points out with a smile.

'Okay, alright.' Robin makes a dorky gesture like she zips up her mouth and clears her throat again. Then, she leans towards Nancy... Nancy lets herself be pulled towards Robin as if there's a magnet between their mouths... She watches Robin's eyes fall shut and follows her example...

And suddenly, Robin's lips are on hers. They're soft; it all feels much softer than when she'd kiss Steve or Jonathan...

It only takes a few seconds until Nancy pulls back. She gives Robin an encouraging smile.

'That's great,' she establishes. She somehow still feels the heat of Robin's mouth against her own, like a phantom touch lingering on her skin, something she can't quite shrug off. 'Perfect first kiss. You have nothing to worry about.'

'That's all?' Robin asks; it sounds confused.

'Oh no, this was just the beginning,' Nancy explains. 'Like I said, it's all about the build-up. For the first kiss, this is it. Then, if it's as good as this one, you'll both want more. So you'll give each other a smile and make sure your lips find each other again. You don't need all the steps of leaning in, you already know you want to kiss each other at this point – unless one of you takes a step back after you stop the first kiss, then you know that no second kiss is gonna follow.'

'So if I like it, don't take a step back.'

Nancy nods. 'Don't take a step back. Don't let go of the points where you're touching her.'

Robin's fingers twitch against Nancy's knee. It's very distracting, but Nancy tries her best to stay focused. She has a lesson to teach, after all.

'Okay. And then?'

'You both lean back in. And you...' Nancy pauses to think of a good way to describe it. 'You explore,' she settles on saying. 'You feel out each other's lips, and from there, you basically just go with what feels right. Get your tongues involved at some point – but not too much.' She adds that last part strictly. 'It should be... delicate. You start out soft, alright? Only when it starts to take longer, you can get more heated, take some more risks. Then you just feel out how she responds and you adjust to that.'

Robin is frowning, now. 'That sounds very complicated,' she remarks.

'Let's just try and see how it goes,' says Nancy in a reassuring voice.

They start from the top with Nancy's expectant gaze and taking their turns leaning in. Then, Robin's lips are against Nancy's again, just as soft as the first time.

When she pulls back, her eyes wander over Nancy's face like she's searching for something. It's a bit stilted, the way she's waiting for Nancy's body language to tell her if there's gonna be a second kiss.

'Should I go on?' Robin asks softly.

Nancy has to suppress another giggle while she nods.

'You don't have to ask that,' she whispers in the second it takes Robin to lean in again.

'Sorry,' Robin whispers back right before she presses her lips against Nancy's another time.

This time, her touch is firmer. Nancy can feel all kinds of little things, like the muscles built by years of playing trumpet and the way her breath ghosts against Nancy's cheek when she breathes out. She can taste the peppermints they'd been sharing earlier.

The bed creaks when one of them – Nancy doesn't even know who – shifts, and suddenly their bodies are pressed closer together, Robin's arms around her back and her own hands divided between Robin's shoulders and her waist. She can feel the shape of Robin's upper body where it's pressed against her own, so much softer than what she's used to feeling when kissing a boy, and she notices how they've unconsciously aligned their breathing. Their tongues find each other, gently, almost shy, and it oddly tastes like wanting more. It turns out Robin knows exactly how to suck on Nancy's lower lip just right, how to make heat course through her veins and get her hungry for –

Robin pulls back – and simultaneously pulls Nancy right back to earth. Her cheeks are bright red again and the look in her eyes is unsure.

'Was that okay?'

Nancy has to take a few seconds to blink, catch her breath and return to reality. The reality where they're friends, not lovers. The reality where they're two girls, practicing something that's not about them at all. The reality where she's helping Robin prepare for a date with Vickie, and very much not kissing her senseless or letting her explore every single inch of her mouth and possibly her body while sparks fly between them and every touch of Robin's fingers is setting Nancy on fire.

She nods.

'Yeah,' she manages to say. 'Yeah, that was – that was really good, Robin. Seriously, you're a total natural. If this isn't gonna blow Vickie's socks right off...'

Robin smiles. She gently bumps her shoulder against Nancy's. 'Thanks, Nance,' she says. 'I gotta admit: you've been a pretty okay teacher.'

Robin's lipstick has faded and there's a slight smudge of magenta in the corner of her mouth. Her hair is disheveled, just like the collar of her blouse, where Nancy apparently grabbed her without even noticing...

I did that, is the only feverish thought left in Nancy's brain. I made her look like that.

Read part 2 here

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #rockie (but not endgame) #stranger things #fruity ficlet

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

Tradition

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MC is having a bad day. Ominis reveals a fantasy of his to help her feel better.

Ominis x fem!MC

NSFW—sexual content

A Kinktober exploration of the breeding kink we all know Ominis has lol

Word count: 3,645

A/N: my birthday was at the beginning of the month and it sucked. This mess of a fic is my self-indulgent gift to myself. It doesn't follow my MC's timeline too strictly, buuuuuut I kinda don't care. :)

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MC had spent the entire day feeling quite put out. Many girls her age adored their birthdays, indulging in celebratory meals and gifts while spending the day with their closest friends and family. MC, however, could not wait for the day to be over. Newly eighteen years old, she already wished to be fifteen again. Although her friends had attempted to ply her with special treats from Honeyduke’s, and her father had even sent an owl with pastries from her favorite little shop back home, nothing seemed to improve her dismal mood.

“Not enthusiastic about getting old, are you, granny?”

MC looked up from her dinner and glowered at Sebastian Sallow from across the table. He sat, amused at himself, with an arm around the pretty Slytherin girl he had been seeing for a few months. She was a warm and friendly girl, and MC appreciated how much Sebastian brightened up when she was around to joke with him and demurely kiss his cheek at every opportunity while he beamed like he had just won the Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw. The only disadvantage was the fact that he became insufferably cocky while trying to impress her with his wit and humor around his other friends.

“Sebastian!” she giggled, giving a sympathetic smile to MC and gently elbowing Sebastian in the ribs.

“You act as if you won’t be eighteen yourself next month.” MC rolled her eyes.

Sebastian leaned back, a hand over his heart in mock offense at both MC and his own sweetheart. MC felt a growing urge to slap the smirk off his face and was calculating how likely his young lady was to help her.

“You wound me, madam. Though I suppose I shouldn’t tease you…”

MC’s eyebrows raised at his sudden turn of face, and Sebastian leaned closer.

“…after all, one shouldn’t disrespect one’s elders.”

A few giggles sounded up and down the table and MC narrowed her eyes at Sebastian, who was now flourishing with his hand in thanks at the others.

“Don’t mind him, MC,” Ominis hummed from beside her. “You know how children are.” He turned to flash a taunting smile at Sebastian.

The giggles turned to “oohs” and amused, wide-eyed smiles as the others looked between the two friends. An irritated frown twitched across Sebastian’s face, almost too quick to perceive.

“Jealous, Ominis? Did you not receive enough grief a few weeks ago at your own birthday?”

Ominis sighed and ran a hand down his face. “MC, would you care to accompany me elsewhere? Somewhere away from Sebastian’s tittering, preferably.”

“You two love me,” Sebastian purred, resting an elbow on the table and cocking an eyebrow at the pair as they stood and Ominis offered his arm to MC. “Tell your grandchildren hello for me.”

The moment MC and Ominis closed the door to the Room of Requirement behind them, MC pulled a large divan from the edge of the room and flopped face-first on it with an exasperated sigh, letting her wand clatter to the floor and her shoes follow soon after.

Ominis perched himself delicately next to her head and reached down to run his fingers through her hair with a smile. “You really shouldn’t let Sebastian get to you, MC. You know he loves to get a rise out of anybody, but us especially.”

“He knows I’ve been dreading this day for weeks,” MC grumbled into a throw pillow. “Can he not be… Sebastian for just one day?”

“Something tells me Sebastian is not at the root of the problem.” Ominis leaned down to kiss her, burying his nose in her soft, floral-scented hair. Merlin, she smelled lovely, he thought.

“You’d have a very promising career as a legilimens, you know,” MC mumbled. When Ominis made no noise except a small laugh, she continued. "I detest getting older. Every year I feel worse. We've almost finished our schooling and I don't know what to do when we leave."

"Is it not obvious?" Ominis replied in a soft tone, reaching down to hold her hand while stroking her hair.

"Are you meaning I should become a dark witch in service of the memory of Salazar Slytherin: a man who has been dead for hundreds of years but would be more than pleased that a small cult of a family is worshipping everything about him? I'm sure my father would be delighted to give me away to the House of Gaunt," MC smiled wryly.

Ominis snorted and leaned down to kiss MC's head once again. His mind was flooded with gratifying thoughts. He drew a deep breath, wondering if his next words would be a good or very stupid decision. "Would you believe I've... thought about that?"

MC froze in alarm. "You didn't think I was being serious, did y—"

Ominis quickly sat up and tried to edge away. His face bloomed a bright red and turned downward, a hand clapping to the back of his neck. "I—no, I apologize, I didn't mean it like that, I... I'm sorry, I was insensitive. Please—forget I said anything."

MC rose to sit next to him and touched his arm. "What did you mean, then?"

Ominis bit his lower lip in apprehension, and she was thankful he couldn't see the smirk that spread across her face as realization dawned upon her.

When Ominis continued to hesitate, MC drew him into her arms and snaked her hand underneath his robe and blazer, his vest and button-down shirt the only things between her short nails and his skin as she made soothing little scratches across his back. "I have a feeling that whatever you say won't upset me," she murmured next to his ear.

Ominis groaned softly and leaned into MC's embrace. The calming smell of her hair swirled dizzyingly in his head once again, and he slowly took hold of her in his arms. MC felt Ominis' shoulders tense, and she kissed his neck to put him at ease. "Tell me all about it," she whispered. "Don't leave a single detail out."

Ominis sighed again. "Traditional pureblood marriage—the kind in which my family participates—is not about love in the slightest. It is... a transaction. The rituals can be confusing and unnatural... and yet I sometimes think about an impossible future in which we follow those ancient standards—I do want it perfectly clear that I love you too much to put you through that in reality, it’s just—it is difficult to explain, I—”

Ominis began to spiral into apologies, expressions of self-doubt and utter confusion at his own feelings until MC stopped him. She traced her fingers down the back of his neck and whispered. "Tell me more."

Ominis gripped her cloak and melted into her. "As you wish, love, but please—tell me to stop the moment you feel uneasy… It often starts with a gift of sorts. It's how a traditional pureblood witch or wizard stakes their claim on someone. Usually, it is an heirloom or an expensive trinket, and it's enchanted to not come off unless the gifter wills it... much like this."

Ominis leaned back and produced a tiny box wrapped neatly in dark green paper and a black ribbon from his robe. He shyly handed it to MC. “This was given to me by my father the day I left for Hogwarts. I was instructed to keep it with me. I remember being confused about why he was giving it to me—he never gave anything to me. I suppose he wanted me to be prepared... I recently found it again in the bottom of a drawer and thought you might like to see it.”

Inside was a little pewter ring in the shape of a snake. A bright green emerald was secured in its open mouth by two sharp fangs. MC lifted the ring from the box and held it up in the light, mesmerized by the glinting emerald and shiny scales.

"Put it on me," MC murmured with a small smile.

"W-what?" Ominis breathed.

MC took Ominis' hand, set the ring on his fingertips and held out her left hand, brushing her fingers against his. MC leaned forward until she could feel the heat radiating from Ominis' face. "You can take it off my finger at any point, correct? What's the harm?"

Ominis swallowed thickly and held up her hand, thumb running over each little bone to find her ring finger. He whispered in Parseltongue as he slipped the ring on, and the snake tightened around MC's finger. She gasped in wonder as she tried to pry it off to no avail. Looking up at Ominis, remorse scrawled across his face, she draped her arms over his shoulders and nipped at his ear. "What do you do with me from here in your fantasies, Ominis Gaunt?"

Ominis shuddered and buried his face in her neck, his parted lips sending wave after wave of warm air tickling across her clavicle.

"There is no courting period in this situation, so it's straight to the marriage ceremony. It's more like a formal trade for business than anything else. You would be expected to produce an heir for me as soon as possible to demonstrate your commitment to blood status, too, and that would begin on the night of the wedding. Most couples enter their marriage beds equipped with the knowledge of charms and draughts to... ease the process. But some couples supposedly begin that effort long before the ceremony.”

MC giggled softly and ran a finger down the side of his neck. "I can appreciate the enthusiasm."

Ominis released a shaky sigh he had been holding behind his lips. Her touch on his neck was intoxicating. He pushed further into MC's arms and whimpered quietly, straining to regain his dignity and self-control.

“I'm glad I am not the first witch who wanted her future husband to have his way with her,” MC whispered mischievously. "What will you do with me, now?"

Ominis seemed to be calculating his next words, and he held her tighter as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Were I marrying into your family, you would have all the control. But since my beautiful little hummingbird insists on taking my name, I would decide everything… you could ask for something, but I would ultimately make the decision whether I allowed your wishes or not…” Ominis trailed off solemnly.

“In that case, may I ask that you kiss me?” MC whispered. She trailed a fingertip down the side of his neck again and watched his eyes all but roll back as his delicate lips parted.

"I'll allow it." Ominis gave a cheeky little smile and pushed MC onto her back, forcefully pressing his lips to hers. When MC draped a small leg around his, Ominis growled, wrapped an arm underneath her back and pulled her up closer to him. MC squeaked and delicately rested her hands on his shoulders as his tongue glided over her lower lip. MC grabbed a handful of the soft blond hair on the back of his head. His lips were irresistibly warm and soft, pressing to hers as he ached to be closer, still. MC smiled when she tried to gently pull him back by his hair to give herself enough time to murmur sweet nothings, and he instead doubled down. He pressed more of his weight upon her to keep her in place while he bit at her lower lip and softly moaned. He always had been stubborn, and MC adored it.

His hands skated across her chest until they found the little buttons at the front of her blouse. When he drew the ribbon around her neck out of its bow and unclasped the first button, MC groaned his name between kisses with a deep need he had never heard before.

Ominis mumbled, smiling, against her lips as he gently shifted. “Someone is having thoughts that are most indecent.”

MC’s fingers danced next to his to feel the next button come undone, but he quickly grabbed her hands and broke their kiss.

“Now, now, my little hummingbird, don’t be impatient. Who was it that gave you that lovely ring?”

When he released her hands, MC merely whimpered and tried again to make Ominis move faster as the delicious ache in her abdomen flared. With a growl, Ominis easily took her two wrists in just one of his hands and pinned them above her head. Her chest flared up, trying desperately to reach his.

“I won’t ask again, little hummingbird—you wanted to be a Gaunt, didn’t you?”

MC nodded and hummed affirmatively, wriggling where she could to feel any friction at all between the two of them.

“Good, then be patient, love. I’ll make you into a Gaunt the proper way.”

Ominis’ lips returned to hers with renewed vigor as he roughly undid the rest of the buttons on MC’s blouse and pushed it open. A small, airy chemise greeted him from beneath, and Ominis moved down to kiss each little chest bone his lips felt, losing himself in the powdery scent of her soft skin. Merlin, every inch of MC smelled perfect. Kissing her was the easiest thing Ominis ever did.

MC whimpered Ominis’ name again, and he rolled his hips into hers. MC felt his hardened length as it pushed deliciously against her waist, and heat flooded her core. She nudged at his hips to give herself enough room to unfasten the buttons on her skirt and push it away. Her hands brushed against Ominis’ hip and he groaned desperately.

Ominis was nipping at the chemise when MC lifted her hips and began to pull it up. Feeling and hearing the little bit of fabric move, Ominis sat up, straddled her legs flat against the couch and pushed her hands away. She could not fight against his weight, only making her whimper louder and grab hungrily at his blazer.

“Let me undress you,” he murmured. He leaned forward until his breath rushed past MC’s ear and his lips brushed sensually against the shell of her ear. “After all, since you put on that little ring, you belong to me now.”

MC had no idea how she was going to last more than five seconds whenever he finally decided he would take her.

Ominis slowly pushed the chemise up and felt every inch of her skin as he revealed it. MC whined and tried to make him move faster, but his hands were unyielding. When it was finally bunched up around her chest, MC lifted her arms above her head and allowed Ominis to push it off over her head and toss it to the floor in a heap with her other clothing.

MC needed Ominis even closer to her, but her body would not obey. She reached up to pull him closer, and her fingers simply grabbed at his vest and she mewled pathetically.

Ominis smiled at her attempt and brushed it off. His hands wandered down between her legs. He could feel her lovely, smooth skin, and his throat went dry. He drew slow circles with his right palm and listened to MC whimper while her back arched. Every little movement against her overstimulated clit made her gasp and moan.

“Tell me I’m yours,” she gasped, trying to hold her orgasm back as Ominis’ hand continued its heavenly massage.

“Your clit is so sensitive and eager just for me… Your perfect little body is all mine,” he growled. “You’ll be begging for me to fill you as I have have my way with you. More than any ring or ceremony, I would finally have what was rightfully mine once you pleased my cock over and over and took my seed deep inside you.”

Ominis undid his trousers and pushed his clothing aside just enough to let his aching erection swing free. MC reached down to stroke him the way he always loved, and she was surprised when he pushed her hand away.

“You know I would normally adore your attention, darling,” Ominis breathed. “But you have an obligation to me right now: you are supposed to give me an heir.”

He gently found her knees and pushed them further apart, breathing in the sweet scent of her arousal. Ominis took hold of his erection, beautiful and long, and guided himself to MC’s entrance. She saw his little pink tip dripping eagerly. He teasingly stroked up and down her core, paying special attention to her clit.

“Do you feel that? My cock is longing to be inside you and fill you. And I’ll keep filling you until I’ve impregnated you and truly claimed you as my own. As you grow, I’ll get to show you off, and everyone else will know what I did to you… and that you belong to me.”

MC wrapped her arms over his shoulders and moaned intensely, and Ominis smirked. “I’m going to hold you down and bury myself inside you. And I won’t stop until I’m coming deep inside you where you so desperately want me.”

“Yes, please,” MC gasped and attempted to push him inside her with a small hand on his back. Her entire body ached at seeing her prize so close. Damn him for his teasing at a moment like this.

Ominis slid his shaft up and down, grinding himself against her to hear her whines as she fought against her climax. With a sudden thrust, Ominis pushed himself inside MC and buried himself as deep as he could. MC groaned and raked her nails across his back.

“That’s a good girl,” Ominis crooned, reaching up to grab MC’s hair, pull her closer and kiss her slowly. “Take me all at once, just like that. I know you can do it.”

The stretch was almost overwhelming. MC could feel Ominis twitching inside her, begging to move, and her mind fogged over. Every little murmur and touch Ominis inflicted upon her was better than the last.

“So good, I- oh, Ominis—” MC mumbled incoherently.

“Hm, you’re even more desperate for my cock than I realized. I had no idea you were so eager to bear my children.”

Ominis fell into a steady rhythm, and his hands glided over her skin until they came to rest at her soft breasts. He squeezed once and chuckled. “How incredible you’ll feel when you’re swollen with a baby.”

Ominis leaned forward, still pushed deep into MC, and slowly kissed her nipples, dragging his lips over the tiny mounds while she gasped. The overwhelming tingling sensation his tongue created as it flicked and rubbed over each nipple left MC even more needful and whining near-nonsense.

“Hm, I would scarcely be able to leave your gorgeous breasts alone as they grew. I would want to taste your sweet milk, too… I don’t think you would mind.” Ominis took a nipple in his mouth and sucked at it. MC saw stars as she arched her back. She moaned loudly and tried to thrust her hips, but he held her down with a sly smile. Ominis reached down between their hips and gently massaged her with a thumb.

“Come for me. Make it a pretty little orgasm with your soft gasps and whimpers, and I’ll let you milk my cock until I’ve fucked a baby into you.”

The pleasure being stoked in MC’s core suddenly caught alight and erupted through every part of her body. Each deep thrust and growl from Ominis sent a new set of waves over her skin. For one blissful moment, she wondered if she would never come down from the feeling.

Through the haze, she felt Ominis’ warm seed pumping relentlessly into her and his snarls as he lost all his rhythm and thought only of chasing his orgasm. He held her down by her hips and drove himself deep into her, careful to bury himself all the way to the hilt to give her every last drop.

As MC’s climax faded and she caught her breath, she opened her eyes to see Ominis’ beautiful figure panting and about to collapse onto her. He slowly pulled out with a sound that made him smugly satisfied in his work.

“I never would have guessed you had such a devious imagination,” MC smirked as she ran her fingers down Ominis’ puffed chest. “I’m impressed.”

Ominis hummed with a smile and settled down atop her, resting on his elbows to better give her sweet little kisses across her face.

“Well, I do hope I can someday give you a baby. But I would much rather do it for love than blood status.”

“Are you proposing to me?” MC teased.

Ominis blushed a deep crimson, and his next kiss hesitated. “Would that offend you?” he quietly asked.

“Considering you’ve already given me a ring, and you’ve just confessed your wishes for us, I would certainly not object,” MC replied just as softly, lacing her fingers behind his neck.

Ominis chuckled with relief as his blush eased. “At least give me the opportunity to propose to you properly, then. As beautiful as you are in your current state, this is hardly the way I had imagined asking you to marry me.”

“Another thing you’ve imagined before? I wouldn’t mind hearing about this, either,” MC replied as she leaned up to tenderly kiss Ominis.

Ominis smiled against her lips. “Is one fantasy not enough for you? I was hoping to surprise you.”

“Fair enough,” MC hummed. She leaned back and closed her eyes, gently pulling Ominis down with her as she stifled a yawn and closed her eyes. “Then I look forward to you finishing your proposal—whenever it may be.”

“As do I,” Ominis sighed. He wrapped his arms around MC and laid his head on her chest, closing his eyes and letting the steady tempo of her breathing lull him into blissful dreams of their future.

#this is all over the place tonally and uhh idc lol #hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #kinktober 2023 #ominis gaunt smut #Isabel Greymoore

[passportclown]

Starscream x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence and threats, but nothing actually detailed or described in depth.

You and Starscream, just spending time together in a Forest.

Takes place during Season 2 of TFP

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Brush it Back

It has been a while since you first ran into Starscream. He's rude and loud. An overall foul individual. You normally wouldn't bother with such a person. Except.. he's also a giant supposedly alien robot.

Obviously, you kept coming back, if only to look at him.

You're pretty sure he was going to kill you the first time, but in a pathetic attempt to protect your life, you complimented him.

He liked it... you think.

He doesn't like you, you assume. Sometimes it seems like he does. But.. then he'll call you some sort of expletive in an alien language. So you're not too sure. But he doesn't kill you, at least.

Currently, you're sat on a large tree root as you watch him pace. He vents his troubles to you. Whenever you meet up, you can barely get a word in.

He doesn't touch you. He thinks you're sticky, squishy, or… something like that?

At times he switches to different languages to better express himself. You have no idea what he's saying, but it doesn't really matter. You feel like a therapy animal or something. Maybe that's what you are to him?

"Are you even listening, human?!" He flares up, his voice growing particularly nasally as he yells. That's another thing about him, he can speak totally ASMR worthy at times. But other times.. he sounds like this.

"Well?" He taps his pede, shaking the ground and causing you to feel slightly intimidated.

"I'm listening, I promise. You just switched to another language.. again.. so I couldn't keep up." You try to sound placating, so he doesn't throw a fit.

It seems to work because he just huffs and looks off to the side.

There's a few minutes of no movement and awkward silence, but then.. he bends down. You're not sure why at first, but then you see his large servo reaching for you. You yelp and quickly back up. "What are you doing?" You exclaim, unsure if you've upset him or not.

"Oh relax, pitiful mammal. Just hold still." He doesn't grab you, he just reaches for your bangs and flips them back with one of his long and sharp claws. When your bangs flop back in your face, he scowls.

It would've been sweet, or friendly if he weren't giant and scary at times. Sometimes he's funny, but he's still.. him. And rude.

"Why must these strands defy me.." He mutters to himself. You pretend to not hear it. Because the way he refers to your hair 'defying him' is.. absolutely hilarious.

"I can brush it back, next time." You offer, but his scowl just deepens.

"Don't seek to cater to me like some organic youngling!" He flares up, but then he slackens slightly. "That's not the point, fleshbag." He grumbles, almost a growl.

It makes you wonder if he just wanted to play with your hair. But you don't ask. You just sit and watch as he stands back up and wiped imaginary dust off of himself.

"You better not leave, got that human?" He sneers.

You're not sure if he cares or not. Maybe he's just lonely and desperate. But you nod, and that seems to be good enough for him.

#TFP #Transformers: Prime #Transformers Prime #TECHNICALLY could be seen as any Starscream #I don't describe his appearance #Starscream #Tfp Starscream #Starscream Tfp #x reader #Starscream x reader #Transformers x reader #tfp x reader #Can be seen as platonic or ambiguous #Passport Writes

[jedifighterpilot2727]

Now tell me why do I have the idea of Lena and Kara getting ready to leave her Penthouse for an event but as they’re about to leave Kara grabs Lena, pins her against the wall next to the door because she can’t take it anymore…she just has to have Lena right then and there, her desire for her doesn’t afford her the patience of waiting until they get home 😭😭

So . . . this just kind of . . . came out *ahem* I make no apologies.

As for the other dirty prompts in my inbox, I see you! I am but a subject to the muses. but hey, smut begets smut right?

Rated M for sMut

Also, fair warning, this turned out rather vanilla lol so I hope y'all still enjoy!

Reservations

"Leeennaaa." Kara calls out, letting her head flop against the back of the couch. "What is taking you so long? You look beautiful, I promise!"

There's the sound of shuffling in the bathroom before Lena's voice comes back through the closed door.

"Just a minute! I'm almost done!"

Kara whines, eyes drifting closed . "It's been fourty-five minutes. I've beaten like twelve levels on the match game on my phone."

"Not all of us have super speed, darling. Or perfectly coiffed curls, for that matter."

"You have a perfect everything." Kara counters. "Now can you please get your perfect self out here before I starve to death?" She takes off her glasses to squint at the smudges on the lenses.

"Is this your master plan as Luthor? Make me fall in love with you and then starve me to death while waiting on you to get ready for dinner? I can see the headlines now - 'Supergirl defeated by Lena Luthor, long term starvation plan executed perfectly by wife.'"

Lena's laugh is tinkling.

"First of all, the media doesn't know that I'm married to Supergirl; so the headline would be about Kara Danvers. Second of all,: I'm a better Luthor than my brother, darling, if I wanted you killed then you would be dead before you had time to put two and two together."

And Kara knows that Lena is joking.

Knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that her wife is teasing and would never hurt her - well not without a safe word. But the undeniable truth behind the honey sweet tone sends a shiver down Kara's spine.

Rao, why did everything this woman does have to turn her on?

Kara squirms in her seat as she reaches to untuck the corner of her shirt and uses it to wipe at her glasses.

"Well yes, but we can leave the 'you're evil, I'm Supergirl' role play for another day please? I'm really hungry."

She can hear Lena's long suffering sigh even without her super senses as she holds her glasses up to the light; frowning when she still sees smudges.

The unmistakable click of Lena's red bottom heels sounds on the hardwood floor behind her, as she tries once again to scrub at her glasses.

"Thank goodness, let's go, I've been dreaming about these appetizers ever since the last time we ate at Ralphio's."

The aforementioned heels come into Kara's peripheral vision, and she hurriedly pushes the glasses back on her face.

She blinks once through the streaks that her dress shirt has made on the lenses before she remembers that she doesn't actually need them to see the beauty in front of her and pulls them off.

"Fuck."

The expletive slips out unbidden, and Kara fully blames it on Lena's bad influence; because she lived with Alex for years and managed to keep her vocabulary clean, but now she apparently cusses like some sort of deviant.

To be fair, it's really not her fault.

No one should be held responsible for what they say when Lena Luthor-Danvers is standing in front of them dressed to the nines.

"What was that, darling?"

Kara slowly gets to her feet, letting her eyes trace a lazy path up from the floor so she can fully appreciate Lena.

The heels of course, showcasing perfectly flexed, creamy white calves all the way up to just below the knee; where a short but enticing slit slices it's way up Lena's thigh. The dress hugs Lena's curves in all the right places, guiding Karas eyes up the swell of her hips to the soft crescent of her abdomen.

Briefly, she worries about Lena's ability to breathe in the dress because of how snug it is around her ribs; but then the material cuts away to show off Lena's cleavage, the black lace trimming barely containing Lena's breasts where they threaten to spill over, and she's distracted again.

Her eyes trace the lace over perfect skin that she wishes was beneath her fingers - or god, her lips. She doesn't think she has a collar bone kink, but she definitely has a Lenal kink; so she lets her gaze meander slowly to Lena's exposed shoulders before darting to the column of her throat.

She can see the muscles of Lena's throat contract as she swallows, and sinful red lips are moving - saying something that Kara's distracted brain isn't processing.

"Darling."

Lena's holding back a laugh, and something tells Kara that this isn't the first time she's repeated herself.

Trying to break the spell, Kara shifts her attention to Lena's eyes; but - oh boy was that a mistake. Lena's applied her eye makeup a little darker than usual tonight, and her green eyes sparkle like a faraway planet in the night sky.

"I - I'm sorry?" Kara's mouth goes so dry that the back of her throat sticks together, and she coughs, embarrassed.

"Are you ready for dinner?"

"Dinner? I -uh -yes, dinner. Right." mentally, Kara kicks herself; forcing her body to do her bidding instead of lusting after Lena.

"Apres vous, Madame." She gestures to the door, and that's when her body's obedience ends. Lena's hair is swept up into a tight bun, and the back of her dress is cut just enough to tease.

Her fingers twitch, and before she can stop herself, her fingertips are ghosting along Lena's skin - trailing the path from the chain around her neck down to where he sleeve is hugging her shoulder.

She can see in Lena's posture when her breath hitches at Kara's touch, and it's then she loses her last remnants of self control.

All it takes is one long stride forward and she's caught up with Lena, her front ghosting Lena's backside and her lips lowering down to caress the same milky skin her fingers just left.

"Kara . . ." Lena's voice is shaky and she can see the tremble in the hand that reaches up to undo the chain lock on the door.

Grinning, Kara lowers her head once again to lave kisses against the taut skin of Lena's neck; her left hand following Lena's until she closes her palm against the back of Lena's hand. Kara gently pushes forward until Lena is pressed between the door and Kara's body with their left hands laced together.

Kara's right hand comes up to Lena's waist, and Lena's knocks against the door as she braces herself against the sudden force of Kara's grip.

"Kara . . . " Lena repeats in a strangled whisper.

"Yes, my love?" Kara barely pauses her kisses to mouth the words against Lena's skin.

"Dinner . . . " Lena shudders as Kara hits a particularly sensitive beneath her ear.

"Hmm?"

"We have reservations. . . "

"You have standing reservations at every fancy restaurant in National City." Kara corrects, before closing her teeth around the shell of Lena's ear.

Lena's fingers clench where Kara has them pressed against the wall.

"Do you want me to stop?" Kara offers thoughtfully, tugging Lena more flush against her, fingers grazing the underside of her bosom.

"I - . . ."

"Words, Love - mind reading isn't one of my super powers."

"Kara." Lena's voice quivers. "Fuck."

"Was that a request or a demand?" Kara smirks.

"Either, both, I don't know, just - "

"As you wish." Kara promises, using just a hint of super speed to spin Lena so that her back is against the door, their left hands remaining laced above Lena's head"

It Lena's turn to smirk.

"Are you quoting The Princess Bride to me?"

Kara's right index finger comes up to hook around her upper lip like a fake mustache.

"My name, is Inigo Montoya; you killed my father, prepare to die."

Lena laughs, a full on belly laugh that's a complete juxtaposition with the sexual tension in the air, but it somehow turns Kara on even more.

Grinning, she takes advantage of the way that Lena's head is thrown back against the door and bows her head to claim Lena's neck once again. This time, her lips quickly give way to teeth - grazing and nipping at the quivering skin.

She feels the sharp tug in her hair before she's even realized that Lena's free hand has moved, and she grunts into the freckle on Lena's neck. Her weak knees let the majority of her body weight fall into Lena and the door, and she feels their bodies meld somehow closer; Kara's knee slipping between Lena's legs and shifting her dress up her thighs.

"Kara." Lena's voice is a whispered prayer against her ear, and Kara can't help but chuckle as absolute want and need race in shivers down her spine.

She pulls away slightly, waiting until Lena's unfocused eyes have lost their glazed look and met hers, before brushing the lone strand of hair that's escaped from Lena's bun away from her face.

"You know, we could always send a driver to get takeout if you still want those appetizers." Lena pants out, even as her hips subtly grind down onto Kara's thigh.

"Mmmm, but you got all dressed up." even as she speaks the words, Kara uses both of her hands to pull Lena's hips into hers.

"I only got dressed up to look nice for you." Lena admits with a gasp as she steps out of her heels. The loss of height presses Kara's knee deeper into her center.

"I do like that one suit you have, in particular."

"I swear to god, if you say birthday suit -" Lena threatens.

Kara huffs a laugh, toeing out of her own shoes.

"I was going to say the purple Tom Ford, but I'm partial to the birthday suit as well."

"Don't get cheeky with me, Supergirl." The severe look on Lena's face might have worried others but Kara can see the smile pulling at her lips.

"Cheeky, huh?" Kara's hands drop to palm Lena's ass, squeezing suggestively.

Lena swats at her shoulder.

"Well if you're going to get violent Ms. Luthor." She ducks under Lena's grasp, using her handholds to hoist Lena over her shoulder.

"Hey!" Lena protests, fisting her hands in the back of Kara's shirt to try and maintain some semblance of control even as her legs kick helplessly in the air.

"That's Mrs. Luthor-Danvers to you!"

Kara's laugh echoes down the hall as she carries Lena to their bedroom.

"My apologies." She tosses Lena onto the bed, barely letting her settle from the bounce before crawling over her predatorily. "Mrs. Luthor-Danvers."

"Better." Lena breathlessly concedes before tugging Kara's lips down to hers.

Kara could spend hours kissing Lena - has spent hours kissing Lena - their mouths moving in a practiced dance that somehow leaves her satisfied and yet wanting more; tongues and lips bruised and tired.

But tonight, tonight she wants more.

Needs more.

And if Lena's moans and her nails digging into Kara's skin though her shirt are any indication, then Lena wants more too.

She buries her face in Lena's neck, reveling in the way her tongue and teeth draw out ragged gasps from the woman beneath her.

They both grind their hips, searching for friction, but Lena's dress is in the way. By some unspoken agreement, Lena lifts her hips and Kara balances on her knees and her mouth on Lena's shoulder - one hand pushing the dress up and out of the way and the other jerking Lena's panties down past her knees.

She has little time for a victory celebration though, because Lena uses her distraction at staying balanced to flip them over.

"Hey!" she half-heartedly protests, but it falls on deaf ears as Lena gives the seam of buttons on her dress shirt a sharp tug - sending buttons flying across the room.

Lena uses her hand on Kara's chest to balance as she leans back on her heels and as Kara takes in the scene; she would swear under oath that she'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

Lena's fancy dress is rucked up and twisted; and breasts that were once merely teasing their presence are now playing a very indecent game of hide and seek with every ragged breath her chest heaves. Her once immaculate lip stick is smeared almost pornographically, and more of her jet black locks are framing her face than are left in her bun.

"You're beautiful." Kara breathes out reverently, fingertips tracing an indistinct pattern up Lena's thigh.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go put on that Tom Ford suit - "

"Don't you dare put on any more clothes." Kara lets some of her signature 'Supergirl' authoritative tone leech into her voice, but Lena only laughs.

"Or what?" she teases, even as Karas hand slides between her legs and her fingers swipe through her slick.

"Or I'll have to rip them off of you."

"Is that a threat?" Lena moans as Kara's fingers explore her heat. "Or a promise?"

Kara grins wickedly, two fingers sinking into Lena's cunt with practiced ease.

"Oh, that's definitely a promise."

It's something she's watched probably a hundred times, but there's just something about Lena riding her fingers that she can't tear her eyes away from.

Kara's name sounds like a prayer on Lena's lips, and she can't help but feel a rush of pride at the blush that's spreading across Lena's chest.

One of Lena's hands is behind her on Kara's knee for leverage and support, and the other is fisted in the remnants of Kara's shirt. The green pendant that Kara made her for their last anniversary bounces just above her breasts, drawing Kara's attention but then Lena moans her name again, and she's distracted - watching pearly white teeth sink into maroon lipstick stained lips.

It's a beautiful thing watching Lena come undone, feeling Lena come undone.

The way her body rocks and trembles as she reaches the edge of orgasm, as she clenches around Kara's fingers, as her eyes roll back and drift closed- senses too overwhelmed to keep them open.

It's almost as beautiful as the lazy smile that crosses Lena's face as the last rhythmic shocks fade. The way her body sags almost in relief to be released from the building tension.

Almost as beautiful as the way Lena's hand pushes hers away as the stimulation becomes too much. The way she collapses next to Kara on the bed, already moving into snuggle position before her body fully hits the mattress. The way she pants as she joins her hand with Kara's and brings them to her lips to give an almost innocent kiss the fingers that brought her to ruin.

"That's - I'm just - give me a second." Lena pleads, but Kara only laughs placing a kiss to their joined hands herself before easing off the bed and slipping back to the living room to grab her phone.

"Hey!" Lena's weak protest calls after her. "Where are you going?"

Before the words have even completely left her mouth, Kara is rounding the doorway to the bedroom; taking in Lena's disheveled state with a grin.

"Well, I figure if we order those appetizers now, they'll be here by the time we finish the next round."

#supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #fanfiction

[sombrashe]

Trophy

this is a repost because my original blog was deleted

relationship(s) valeria x reader

Valeria walked in to see you hunched over throwing clothes all around the room.

"What are you doing?"

You spare a glance towards her figure in the door before returning to your nest-like pile.

"I can't find that outfit you bought me for this event."

Your stomach flip-flopped as you heard her heels clack against the wood of your floor.

"Where did you last have it?"

She couched down next to you and lifted a wrinkled shirt that she had bought you a few years ago.

"Does this even still fit you? I got this when we first started dating."

You shrug and flop onto your back with an annoyed groan.

"I can't find it, Valeria, I'm sorry."

She tsk and stood.

"Lovely, have you checked in my closet?"

You look over at her with a frown.

"Why would it be in there? Isn't that the whole reason you made sure I had my own closet when we got married? So I wouldn't take up space in yours?"

She smoothed the pants to her suit out and nodded.

"True, that is why. But, I know you lovely. You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached to your shoulders."

You watched her red bottoms take her to her closet. She swung open the door and walked inside. She emerged a few moments later with a white dress bag. You sat up with a smile.

"You found it!"

Standing you shifted through your clothes and over to her. Going to take the bag from her hands and moved it slightly out of your way.

"Promise me you won't wrinkle it, this is an important moment tonight. We're meeting a new client, he's from the United States and we have to make a good impression."

You nod and smile holding out your arms instead of going in for another grab.

"Good."

She places the bag on your arms before leaning in for a gentle kiss against your cheek. Pinching your butt she mumbles in your ear.

"Go and get all pretty for me. I'll check in on you in five."

You feel heat rush to your cheeks as you giggle.

"Yes ma'am."

She hums in approval and closes your door with a soft click, her heels muffled by the carpet leading down the hallway. You walk into the bathroom and remove the bag from your suit, one that matched with hers.

"A couple like us needs to match, show everyone here that two is better than one." Her voice echos in your head.

Stripping you gently button the dress shirt first, white to match her black. Fixing it into your dress pants, the next step was the tight-fitting best which buttoned much like the shirt before it. The matching black blazer slipped snugly over your shoulders and you decided to leave it open.

"Valeria doesn't know what she's talking about, an open top looks just as good."

You checked yourself in the mirror and smiled. You looked great. A knock at the door and then it was swinging open. Valeria stood there as the yang to your ying.

You smiled up at her and you spun for her. "How does it look?"

She hummed and walked over inspecting your outfit closely. She took a strand of your hair in her hand and shook her head.

"Your hair needs to be done."

She reached under the sink and grabbed a few containers and bottles of product and lined them up in front of you.

"Use these to style. I have a quick meeting I need to attend, I'll come back to check on you after."

She placed a gentle kiss against your lips before walking out. You pouted but got to work. It took a while but eventually, you got your hair to style exactly how you pictured it. All those years besides Valeria paying off.

You went to open the door when you hear her heels announcing her arrival. You take a step back as the handle turns. She tilts her head when she catches you standing there. A small smile tugs at her lips when she takes in your sight.

"Perfect."

She picks a fluffy off your shoulder before placing a kiss against the top of your nose.

"Ready? He's just arrived."

You smile and link your arm with hers.

"Always."

You walk alongside her as she guides you through the corridor that leads from the private section of your home to the more open layout of your shared living space. Smiling you greet the people around you. You straightened your walk as you came upon the man Valeria was speaking about.

He was handsome, with dark hair and even darker eyes. He turned from the woman whom he was whispering intently to when he heard Valeria's heels stop in front of him.

"Valeria." She stated simply extending her hand to him.

He gently took it and placed his lips on the back of it. You watched as an expression of disgust crossed her eyes. Her smile stayed plastered on her face.

"And this is my life partner."

You smile and the man and bow your head. Your hand snaked around Valeria's bicep trying everything to keep from having his lips on your hand. You realized your plan wouldn't work when you felt a pinch at your wrist. You quickly extended your hand and introduced yourself

"Wonderful to meet you, sir."

He placed a kiss against your hand and you realized why Valeria looked so disgusted. He didn't close his mouth. It took everything in you not to gag loudly. Instead you just discreetly wiped the back of your hand against the leg of your suit.

"So, where would you like to discuss my offer?"

Valeria gestured around the room.

"Right here, of course, need to be in my men's line of sight at all times, and don't worry about eavesdropping. Every single person in this room is in my back pocket."

Her voice dropped at that last sentence a knowing smile crossing her lips. The man in front of you looked around nervously before whispering something to the woman from before. You released your grip on Valeria and she led the man to a couch in a less crowded part of the room. When the woman started to follow you stopped her.

"Excuse you."

Her voice was high with worry and you just smiled.

"Don't worry, Valeria won't harm him in here. You need to stay with me or else neither of you will be making your flight tomorrow. You're flying out at 4 am, right? Trying to get an early start in case the deal goes sideways, huh?"

You led her away and over to the snack table. Nodding and trading pleasantries with the other guests at the table. She looked in your direction, terror filling her eyes.

"Are you new here? Third wife?"

You pointed at the ring on her finger, the rock was huge.

"How did you know?"

Her voice stayed the same in pitch but lowered in tone to a whisper.

"I've met plenty of women like you, marrying rich not realizing just how your husband got that way."

You picked up a few of the less messy items and handed her the plate.

"Go ahead, eat and act happy. Trust me it makes everything better."

You made up your plate of the same items.

"What about you? Which one are you?"

She stayed right on your heels as you sat on a loveseat a few feet from Valeria and the man.

"First and only, we have a deal. We'll kill the other before getting a divorce."

Your smile was wide and she couldn't tell if you were being serious or not. You didn't quell her questioning thought and instead took a bit out of the small cake that rested squarely on your plate.

"Don't look over at them, we're the trophies right now."

You finished off the last bit of your cake before moving on. She followed your instructions, and the order you were eating in. After a few more hours of explaining her job at these types of parties and getting to know each other, she seemed genuinely happy by the time her husband walked over.

"May I?"

You looked over at the woman and smiled, she seemed to read your eyes and sighed in relief. Everything went well.

"Of course." You gesture for the woman to join her husband and he whisks her off into the crowd.

"How did it go?"

"She's the third wife, her name is Sara Reed and she lives at 17261 Allan Avenue in Naples, Flordia. She is still very close with her mother and sister, she never mentioned her father."

"You did good lovely."

You smiled and waved to the woman when she looked over at you. Valeria gently rubbed her thumb over your cheek, and you gave her a lovesick grin. The gentle pets the furthest she will go in public. Each one is a reminder of how much she loves you.

#call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #call of duty x reader #valeria garza #valeria x reader #valeria x you #operator writes

[mamawasatesttube]

for the prompt thing: "i'm better now that you're here"

alternatively, "i'm not going anywhere", whether that's angst or fluff is up to you

Unlatching Tim's skylight locks with a flick of TTK is as easy as breathing. Kon slips into his apartment like he's done a thousand times before, hovering near the ceiling for a moment to take in the glorious sight below him.

Tim's holding a PlayStation controller and glaring at the TV. He has his bad leg propped up on the coffee table, an ice pack on his swollen ankle; he's wearing one of Kon's old, faded Smallville Daylily Enthusiast Club T-shirts and a pair of atrociously purple gym shorts that can only have been a gift from Steph, and his bangs are pinned back to the top of his head with a big, sparkly Wonder Woman barrette. His grumpy scowl and puffed out cheeks only add to the spectacle.

What a fucking mess. Kon is so in love with this man it hurts.

Grinning like the besotted fool he is, he swoops down from above, sets the tote bag full of homemade baked goods on the table, and plops down next to Tim. "Hi, sunshine. How's my poor flightless bird doing?"

Tim flops into his side. Kon wraps an arm around him and coos sympathetically, and Tim sighs. "Better now that you're here. ...As long as you did bring Ma's apple pie like you promised."

"I did bring you Ma's apple pie," Kon assures him. "And chocolate croissants, and blueberry muffins, and almond twists. We went all out on the baking to support you in recovery from your horrible injury, and now I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, so you have both good food and good company."

Tim's lips twitch, and he gives Kon a long, contemplative look, one that Kon can easily read as him not knowing whether to be pleased about the sweets or grumpy about the teasing.

Well, Kon can help him make up his mind real easy-like. He gives Tim a fond squeeze, smushes a kiss to his temple, and grins.

"I still can't believe that despite being a superhero every single night, you managed to fuck up your ankle doing skateboard tricks. You're a fuckin' riot, man!"

Yup. Tim's face goes flat, and he huffs (although in both entertaining and endearing news, he doesn't stop snuggling into Kon's side). "Shut up, asshole. Dick and Cass have been making fun of me in the group chat all day. I don't need this from you, too."

"Awww." Kon kisses his hair. Tim leans more heavily into him, and he has to fight not to melt completely into a puddle of fond laughter. "Okay, okay. Sorry, Tony Hawk. I know this must be hard on you."

"One more skateboard joke and I'm divorcing you," Tim warns.

"We aren't even married yet." Kon squeezes him affectionately. "You'll have to marry me first."

Tim heaves a very put-upon sigh, glancing up at Kon through his eyelashes. Then he casts a meaningful look at the tote bag and hums. "Hm... keep that up, and I might just."

Grinning harder, Kon lays his cheek against Tim's hair. "Well, sunshine," he says, "if you ask me, I think we've got a deal."

♥ angst/fluff prompts ♥

#its important to me that they are silly together #timkon #tim #kon #argentoau #rimi writes

[ladywaffles]

what you'd call a dream

mav & baby bradley + day off: a discord prompt written for @malewifebillcage Title from What You'd Call a Dream by Aaron Tveit

Mama wakes him up, just as the sun starts peeking through his curtains.

"Good morning, baby," she whispers. "I'm heading out to work now, but I just wanted to say bye bye."

"Bye bye, Mama, I love you," Bradley responds easily. He rubs at his eyes, full of sleep. He's just about to flop back into his pillow and let Mama tuck him back under his blankets when he remembers—

"Did Uncle Mav come in last night?" he asks, sitting up hopefully.

"Yeah," she smiles, tucking his hair behind his ear. Mrs. Walton keeps insisting that he needs a haircut, but Mama likes his hair long, and so does he. Their hair almost matches like this. Mama says his hair will probably be darker than hers when he grows up, because that's what Daddy's hair did too, and he's growing up into the spitting image of his daddy.

He thinks that makes her sad sometimes, but then Mama kisses him all over his cheeks and his forehead and Uncle Mav gives him a noogie, and it's all but forgotten.

"Can I go stay with him?" Bradley asks. He grabs Flopsy Bunny to get ready, even though he knows Mama will probably say no because Uncle Mav needs his rest.

"Only if you're real quiet, honey," Mama says, opening her arms to carry him to Uncle Mav's room. "He's still sleeping."

"I'll be real quiet, I promise!" Bradley whispers. "I'll go back to sleep!"

"Okay, honey," Mama says. She opens the door to Uncle Mav's room. He's sprawled out on the bed, but there's a perfectly Bradley-sized place to Uncle Mav's left that he snuggles into easily. Mama tucks the blankets around him, kisses him and Uncle Mav both on the forehead, and leaves for work.

Bradley snuggles into Uncle Mav's side, right underneath his arm. He does the same thing to Mama too, when she lets him stay in her bed. They laugh and call him a little baby bird, looking to roost someplace warm. He doesn't think he's all that sleepy, because Uncle Mav is home again, and he's so excited to have Uncle Mav home, because that means they will go to the park, and to the beach, and maybe even to an airshow over the summer—going to airshows with Uncle Mav is always the best because Uncle Mav lets Bradley sit on his shoulders and tells him all about the planes that are flying in the sky...

The next time he wakes up, Uncle Mav is awake too, reading a book. Bradley scrambles into his lap, cramming Flopsy Bunny in between their bodies.

"Hi, Uncle Mav!"

"Good morning, duckie," Uncle Mav says, hugging him close. "It was nice to wake up with my favorite baby bird next to me!"

"Did you sleep good?" Bradley asks. He doesn't really know why he's asking, only that Mama always asks Uncle Mav in the morning, so he should too.

"I slept much better with you beside me," Uncle Mav says.

"I slept good too," Bradley tells him. "I had the best dream!"

"Oh yeah? Why don't I go make pancakes, and you can tell me all about this dream of yours."

Bradley follows Uncle Mav into the kitchen and sits at the counter while he gets the Bisquick down from the pantry.

"I was playing Little League with my friend, you know Noah? And Noah was on first, and it was me at bat, and we were just about to win, Uncle Mav! It was four to three, bottom of the ninth—oh, can I have blueberries in mine?"

Uncle Mav smiles and adds the blueberries from the fridge into the pancake batter and scoops some out onto the stove. A big one, too. Uncle Mav is so good at making big pancakes. Mama and Bradley can never get them quite as big as his.

"And then it's my turn at bat, and everyone in the stands is lookin' at me, Uncle Mav, but I don't let it get to me and I hit the ball and wham! It flies all the way to the outfield! And it's a home run! And Noah runs home, and then I run home, and you were the umpire and you called me in safe, and then we won the game!"

"Sounds like a good dream, kiddo," Uncle Mav says. He puts a plate of perfect, big, blueberry pancakes in front of Bradley, with a glass of orange juice too.

"It was really good." Bradley gets quiet.

"Was there something else?" Uncle Mav asks.

"My dad was there, too," he admits. "Right behind home base, at the fence. He was waitin' for me, and he had that big camera that Mama always takes with us when we go to the beach. And he was cheering for me real loud."

Uncle Mav sits beside Bradley, his own plate of blueberry pancakes in front of him. "Hey, Bradley," he says quietly. "You know your mama and I are always gonna cheer you on."

"Mmhmm," Bradley nods, stabbing at his pancakes.

"And your daddy loved you more than anything in the world. Of course he's cheering you on, too, kiddo," Uncle Mav says. "Maybe that's what your dream was. Your daddy telling you he's always right behind home base, waiting for you to hit that home run."

Bradley leans into Uncle Mav and tucks himself under his arm again. They eat their pancakes just like that, Uncle Mav working with one arm.

When they're done, Uncle Mav shakes his shoulders.

"Hey, I have the whole day off. Wanna go to the park? We can practice hitting those home runs. Show off for your dad."

Bradley smiles. Days with Uncle Mav are the best.

#top gun #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #lamby.prompt

[vinnival]

I think I will now drop my Jonah HCs !!

Buckle in, boys, there's a reason why I call myself the CEO of him/hj

Things he likes

Drums!! He used to always sneak to the band room in high school in order to practice on them. At least, before he got a set of his own and all.

Honeybuns! Always loved them. He in general has a sweet tooth (blame weed brownies) but always catered to honeybuns. Any time he shoplifts you'll most definitely find him pocketing a honeybun somewhere.

Weed. This is canon, yes, but he's also tried out many of the other drug methods and hated them, simply stuck to weed.

Physical affection. He's prone to hugging and cuddling. He will hold his friends' hands if they're cold, or flop on top of them if they're stretched out on a bed (all strictly platonically). This is more pronounced when he's high.

Things he dislikes

Authority. You've never seen a man be so spiteful towards the law before/hj

Going back on promises.

Cats. Not even in the funny cat alternate way he's just allergic.

Littering. He always makes sure to pick up after himself and will make sure no one he knows/sees litters.

Social

Whenever he meets someone- unless in a formal or professional setting- he will make a nickname up for them almost immediately. Nicknames include Ads, Sar, Eevee (Adam, Sarah, and Evelin respectively), and so on and so forth.

ASK HIM ABOUT ANIMAL FACTS.

He has DEFINITELY learned some whale facts as a kid just to spite his namesake. So y'know. If you ever happen to find yourself swallowed by a whale--

"Trust me on this. You get eaten by a whale. End of the world, right? NO. Curl into a ball, reduce your surface area. That way, those whales with teeth won't chomp you as easily and you'll just make a harder time for the whale."

He has a wonderful ability to make friends, but most times he chooses not to in favor of hanging out with the ones he cares for most.

Fiercely cares for his friends. This one's a given.

Sceeeene !! Of course, in order to avoid standing out in the era of Being Wanted By The Fucking Feds, he toned down his fashion taste and looks to dark greys and blacks. But before then, he was very much an eyesore. Taste the rainbow mothafuckaaa

He's the type to goof around a lot, so he will poke-poke teasingly or start impromptu pillow fights. This gets even more pronounced when he's high.

Easy-going.

Very... dog-like in personality. Golden retriever of a man/hj

He can and will start impromptu road games while on a drive. Expect him to spot a Volkswagon Bug and LAUNCH A PUNCH—

Mental

He has anxiety. This causes him to overthink... a lot.

He has a tendency to try and blanket his negative emotions or play down bad situations by joking about them. Sometimes it helps him process it! But most times this essentially turns into bottling up his frustrations, which... well. We all saw how that turned out in v2.

He's convinced himself that most times it's just better to walk away than to face things head-on. I repeat, we all saw how that turned o

Educational

Fucking LOVES biology. Always had an interest in animals and plants. He went to college to study biology :)

Keeps a few bugs at his place. Names them after celebrities so he can say shit like "Beyoncé's new roommate Madonna arrived yesterday. They immediately started fighting." and not provide any context to it.

His dad (mentioned up next) wanted him to go to law school. He just ignored that

Familial

His father, Mervin, is a lawyer. He was rarely home.

This left him with his mother, Clementine (OC), who was... eh. She was the bare minimum.

One fateful day, she ran away from them with 50k from Mervin's savings and never returned. In a panic, Mervin sent Jonah off to his grandpa to live with him while the lawyer strained himself to regain the money.

This left Jonah essentially without proper parents, only his abuelo. This is where he learned Spanish, at least!

He has a younger brother he doesn't know about, named Lucas (OC).

Miscellaneous

Peruvian. Obligatory

Will always be overtly dramatic about going to lay in bed. He'll usually do some extravagant dive onto it or something.

Bouncing off the last one, this man LOVES to sleep.

He's always had a hyperfixation on ghosts and the phenomena of spirits, even before he met Adam. Of course, any time too much fuckery happens, you bet your ass he's out of the place and back in their vehicle/observation area, on the cams for other evidence (ghost orbs, etc), or reviewing spirit box recordings.

He shoplifts. He knows all the good tips and tricks of stealing small items.

He's a goddamn furnace. He can have a simple t-shirt and sweatpants on and he'd still feel like he just hopped out of the Sahara.

Very proud of his hair! He loves it. In my HC it's a silver-ish, with just a hint of purple in there.

Has read the JJBA manga.

His favorite movie is The Lion King! He's basically adopted the hakuna matata ideology for his own

He's a big optimist. He'll always try and see the good in things, because... well, it's gotten him this far, hasn't it?

Whenever he listens to music he finds catchy, you'll likely see him tapping out a drum beat, whether it be with his hands or feet.

Likely has ranted before about how common 2/4 beats are in music and how annoying it is.

Likely has ranted about many other things- silly and serious- relating to his interests. He can just do that. Good for him <3

He can and will find ways to always joke about things, whether it be good or bad

Listens to a variety of music, he likes stuff ranging from breakcore to metal. Anything with a good beat.

He usually drives the car but sometimes he takes shotgun so he can watch the scenery fly by.

Demisexual+biromantic, he/him+they/them (when he feels more fluid.)

Started smoking weed because of getting MAD as a kid. He's since forgotten why.

Convinced himself Always believed alternates didn't exist.

Ended up dying via alternate.

#i think i will update these as time goes on i dunno #'i have jonah hcs in my head you guys couldn't even comprehend' #<- FINALLY. you guys can comprehend them now #anyways. jonah <3!!! blorbo from my horror series hyperfix #jonah marshall #jonah marshall tmc #mandela catalogue #mandela catalog #tmc #jonah my belonah

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 3: Nursing Buddies

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"I think I like your space buns more," a whisper lingers as Tae bends his neck, lowering his gaze as our eyes meet.

"Trust me, so do I. But first impressions are important," I say, already anticipating his quick remark regarding his first impression of me.

"You know I thought you would just keep your hand on my hoodie the whole ride down. You didn't seem in much of a rush," he chuckles, teasing my flushed face.

"Yeah well, it's not my fault you had to stand there," I quickly glance at him with a smirk.

He gives me a boxy smile, "Oh it was my fault? My bad, sorry, next time you decide to tumble into the elevator let me know so I can get out of your way," he says with the same teasing smirk.

It's goofy obviously, but I'm glad he wasn't awkward about it. I've embarrassed myself enough for one day. I'm surprised he hasn't said anything about my unfortunate outfit though but, I'll take it. Don't need him knowing about my Barbie obsession too. Flip-flops is enough.

Tae offered me a drink as we talked about our majors and how the first day of school went.

"Shut up! Nursing? No way, me too," I scream with genuine excitement.

"Stop, are you serious?" Tae exclaims. Leaning in forward, making sure he heard me correctly. But yes, turns out we are both majoring in Nursing.

"I'm dead serious. Wait, then how come I didn't see you in today's classes?" I ask, still smiling about the news.

"I didn't go, slept through them and then helped out with the party," he explained.

"Well, you didn't miss much. We just went over the syllabus, but the courses are fast-paced and content heavy so try not to miss too much," I say.

"Oh no trust me, my mom would whoop me if I did. Today was the only exception. She loves Jungkook and Jimin, so I told her it was a party for their arrival from Busan." he smiles pointing to the two guys standing by the food table.

"Is Jungkook alright?" I didn't mean to change the subject but my curiosity couldn't resist anymore. He hasn't left Jimin's side since we walked in and barely said a word aside from that short introduction.

"Yeah, he is fine, don't worry. If he doesn't sleep well, it shows on his face. Becomes all grumpy and quiet. Give him a day." Tae explains with a reassuring smile. I nod. Anyway, he knows better, they've been friends for a long time. By now they know each other's characters better than they know their own.

After talking to Tae for a while, I found my way to Jiah who was naturally with Jimin.

"Hey Mira, are you enjoying the party?" Jimin offers me water, as they scoot closer making room on the sofa.

"It's awesome! I met so many people already. Tae and I are in the same major, how funny is that?" I laugh.

"Tae is in Nursing? Since when? What happened to Graphic Design?" Jiah asks, turning to Jimin while simultaneously trying to spot Tae in the crowd.

"Yeah, that was before his parents found out. They said he needed a real job, one that would make him stable money. Capitalism, what can I say," Jimin sighs, leaning his head back.

"That's unfortunate, he looked so happy when talking about his projects. But, now he has Mira to pull him through Nursing." Jiah exclaims with a bright smile, eyes locked on mine.

"We'll see if I'll be able to pull myself through at least a semester," I say chuckling, but the concern in my voice is genuine. However, I'm glad that I at least have Tae in this with me. What if we end up in this same cohort?

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1:00 a.m.

It's the next day, yet the party seems to have only begun. I'm not sure what these people are drinking but I'm ready to call it a night and sink into my warm bed. So, I go to find Jiah and Jimin and thank them for the invitation, before waving Tae goodbye. We promised to meet each other tomorrow before classes, to prepare for the battle that is Nursing.

As I left the studio room, I was relieved by the breeze of fresh air coming from the opened emergency exit door. Weird, but I need that air, I've been suffocating in there for God knows how long.

"Hello? Is anyone in there?" my voice is quiet, trying not to disturb the sane people who are fast asleep. I walked out of the building and onto the bench area by the dormitory. The moonlight is reflecting onto the pond as the sound of crickets fills the night ambience. Everything was at peace. That is until I saw a dark figure sitting on one of the benches farther back.

"Hello??" I screeched, stumbling back on my feet. Boom. There I was on the ground, one heel off my foot completely while the other was stuck in one of the cracks. Phenomenal.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" a familiar voice exclaims as the dark figure rushes towards me. Black hoodie, black hair. Jungkook. Why was he here all alone? Was he sleeping?

"Yeah, I'm oka..." my words were abrupted by his sudden action. In one swoop he was able to lift me while taking care of my broken heels. My arms just awkwardly dangling off of his broad shoulders, as I try to not make eye contact with his face, which was in very close proximity. After reaching the bench, he put me down, taking off his hoodie to put it on my bare legs. Everything is happening so quickly, mentally I am still on the ground, too embarrassed to look up.

"What were you doing out here, it's cold?" he asks, eyes focused on my face.

"What were you doing out here? I only came up to check why the door was left open," I exclaimed, stuttering the second half of my sentence. He lets out a small chuckle and sits on the bench beside me.

"It was too loud in there, I already had a migraine so this wasn't helping. So, I decided to get some fresh air. Mystery solved." he looks back at me with a smirk. I give him a shy smile.

"Anyways, I wanted to introduce myself again, since I looked completely rough back there. I swear I'm much hotter in real life," he explains, holding out his hand.

"This is real life ..." I point out with a smirk, shaking his hand.

"You know what I mean. Anyways, I'm Jungkook, nice to meet you, Mira, right?" I nod.

"So, how was the party?" he asks. I explained that I'm not much of a party girl and came as Jiah's plus one. But it turned out to play in my favour as I met my study buddy. He was so tired he almost forgot about Tae's change in major and had to do a quick double-take when I mentioned Nursing.

"What about you? What's your major?" I ask.

"Well, right now, it's Kinesiology, but we'll see. Maybe I'll double major in something else," he explains. Well, he definitely looks like the type to major in Kinesiology, a lean physique with buff muscles. Everything about him screams gym rat, I know because I'm quite literally the opposite. I don't remember the last time I stepped foot into a gym, it's too intimidating and also I'm lazy. I hyperventilate going up 3 flights of stairs, so I think that should tell you all you need about my level of fitness.

We talk for a little while longer until silence consumes the surroundings. It's peaceful again. His hoodie is still on my legs, while he is left sitting with just a white T-shirt on. I try to move but my body is restricted by the sudden weight on my right shoulder.

"Ouch," I yelp quietly, as I notice Jungkook's fluffy hair right by my face. He fell asleep. On my shoulder. The one that suddenly won't stop hurting. That's it. I remembered why Jungkook seemed so familiar. He was the guy that bumped into me at the entrance door.  

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#bts #bangtan #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook x yn #bts x yn #jungkook fanfic #fanfic #jungkook smut #romance #young love #college love #slow burn #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook x female reader #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine

[koostarcandy]

hi! i have a request for enemies to lovers jungkook x fem!reader with 1, 3, 11, 97 from the prompt list, angst with a fluff ending pls. thank u so much, hope u have a good day <3 :)

feeling's mutual - jungkook x reader

pairing: choreographer!jungkook x dancer!reader

genre: mentions of stalking, (don't read if it's triggerin) koo to the rescue!, sliiiight angst, fluff! this turned into a mini fic, im sorry :]

a/n: another enemies to lovers but they're dancers this time! harry potter spoilers are also there (jic there isnt anyone hasnt watched/read the series) keep the requests coming, I'm having fun! you could also send in a song request if you think the prompt list isn't your thing ^^

wc: 1.8k

prompts:

1 - "can you stay? please?"

3 - "dammit because I love you!"

11 - "stay on the phone with me."

97 - "well, i promised, didn't i?"

you flop onto the cold floor, groaning from the latest dance routine your choreographer had just made. you know he did it just so he could spite you, to show you that, yes he knows hip-hop and yes, he's the superior dancer here.

"miss two left feet! how was that for a routine, huh? wasn't it the best I've done so far?" sweat dots jungkook's hairline in the sexiest way possible but instead of complimenting him, you flip him off, twice. "knowing i have two left feet, you still choose to torture me?" you look up at him towering over you, gleaming grin always so annoying. and cute. but also Annoying with a capital A.

"eyyy, all in good fun right? i'm closing up so get out, now." he says it in a fake stern voice which has got you rolling your eyes and getting up from the cool floor, grabbing your bag and leaving, shutting the door loudly like you always do. you put in your earphones and listen to the song jungkook and you were just dancing to, head bopping with the beat.

it's when you stop at a pedestrian crossing and casually look at your surroundings is when you spot the man, eyes boring into you. his all black ensemble doesn't make it better and when you break the eye contact, you find your hands shaking and you slip one into your pocket, lowering the volume so you could get a better hold of your surroundings. you glance at the old woman next to you, counting her money with a rickety trolley filled with boxes with what would've been tangerines. you walk with her when the light turns green, seemingly interested in what she had to say and show, heart rate raising when you see the shadow of the man getting bigger and bigger.

you wish the ground would swallow you up, right now. the innocent old lady went on her way, wishing you a good night and you couldn't go with her, making the way to your apartment even longer and tiresome. it's almost 12 and you spot the big 7/11 sign, immediately walking and going to the section with drinks. you randomly pick up a bottle and look at the price, making it seem like you're thinking about it, when in reality you're just realising that you couldn't call any of your close friends tonight, remembering the texts in the group chat and why it was only jungkook and you tonight.

you keep the bottle down and take your phone, fingers unconsciously and rapidly dialing jungkook's contact. you put it to your ear, iu's lilac playing as his ringtone puts a slight smile on your face.

"yo, two left feet, you left your speaker-"

"jungkook listen i can't tell this slowly so listen quick," you look around, finding the cashier playing away on his phone with the same man looking at the chocolates by the counter, "there's someone following me and he's gotten into the store i'm currently in and oh god," you hands shake even more when you can't find the man there anymore, trying your best to breathe properly. "where are you?" jungkook says calmly but you know he's rushing past people, apologies coming out from his lips. "the fancy 7/11 near my place, you know, the one with the expensive water bottles."

"stay on the phone with me."

he's breathing quickly and you're slightly shocked at his quick response, your feet glued to the floor. "where are you in the shop?" you look at the bottles arranged neatly in front of you, "the drinks section, they've got mogu mogu too now, shall I pick one up?" from your peripheral vision, you can see the aisle not empty, making it worser for your heart or mind.

"pick up the apple ones, the orange one isn't that tasty, blueberry should be good too," he must be jogging, you think, his earrings clashing against his phone. you slightly step away from the open fridge and immediately regret your decision, seeing the man walk upto your section. "j-jungkook, he's coming closer, where are you?" you whisper shakily, the bottles you held in your hand falling to the floor. "i can see the sign, i'm there okay? try to move-" a gloved hand puts the bottles back in your hand, his fingers brushing against yours eliciting goosebumps on your skin, the chill air from infront of you not helping you. "i've been seeing you all night and i thought i could take you home, you seem alone-"

"i don't think you should, really"

"darling, there you are! this place is pretty big, isn't it?" jungkook's pulling you into his side immediately, cutting you off. his smile drops immediately when he looks at the man, who doesn't seem very pleased. "i was talking to her-" "and you shouldn't anymore. now, leave before i make a scene, mister." jungkook puts you behind him, effectively shielding you. the stalker seems to finally go away reluctantly and your human shield turns to you, pulling you close.

"you're okay now," he murmurs into your hair, soothing hand rubbing your back up and down. you don't even register the tiny kiss he places on your forehead, "i don't feel like having mogu mogu now," you say quietly. jungkook nods and offers to buy you ice cream and you end buying bunches of lollies and ice cream cones. he pays before you can and he practically forces you to get on his back, his excuse being, "you're tired, i can see it. now, it's piggy back time, miss two left feet." which makes you get on him quickly, urging him to get home before the sweet treats melt quickly.

jungkook falls face first on your couch and you follow, sitting on the floor and leaning against it, mind still reeling from tonight's events. a tattooed hand reaches out for a grape ice lolly from the packet in your lap and opens it, the sweet yet sour ice poking at your lips. you look at the weirdo behind you, puzzled look shot at him. "have it, i know you didn't have anything to eat tonight after practice." you take a bite, wincing at the cold hitting your teeth and eyebrows raising at the taste. a gentle hand falls on your shoulder, jungkook also having a bite, eyebrows furrowed at the taste. you have been this close to him before but it's always in the presence of your friends, their wiggling eyebrows and suggestive eyes gestured at your close proximity with him.

it's like electricity flowing through you, breathtaking in a good way. jungkook silently feeds you the grape lolly, hands reaching for the vanilla ice cream. you can't stop yourself when you say, "can you stay? please?" you look at him nibbling the soft ice cream, eyes on you. "of course, where's your blankets? lets camp out here tonight!"

turns out "camping out here tonight!" is a Harry Potter marathon, popcorn in the bowl rapidly disappearing, courtesy of your human shield of the night. he watches you mouth dialogues hermione says, giggling and stuffing buttery popcorn in your mouth. it's towards the end of prisoner of azkaban when harry is saving his godfather and himself, jungkook decides it's been a night, your head on his chest and your hands wrapped around him in your sleep.

he quietly switches off the tv and brings you down with him, your big comfy couch enough for the both of you. he hopes you don't kick him out in the morning, already attached to the way you snuggle to him and enjoying the feeling of simply cuddling you.

the sunlight piercing through your eyelids wakes you up, annoyed at the sudden brightness. the snoring behind you and the arm on your waist brings you back to last night. you get up and look at him, mouth slightly open and face serene. you're slightly shocked he stayed but you don't say anything, feeling bubbly and smiley despite of what happened last night. he got into action quickly, making you like him more than you have before. a lone finger pushes his bangs away from his face, admiring him just for a little while longer.

"take a picture, it'll last longer, darling."

you move away from him, flinging the shared blanket off you, getting up and stretching your tired limbs. "can't believe you stayed, jungkook," you say honestly, looking back at him sitting up, eyes on you. "well, i promised, didn't i?" you nod, "its just surprising, that's all, given our 'history' and all," he chuckles at the stress you give for the word, "sure, darling" he gets up, "is it that difficult to believe i would do something nice for you?" he looks at you, face getting closer to you.

"yes it is, actually. do you not recall the times you purposely made me stay the nights to 'help you perfect the choreography' or when you point out my mistakes on infront of so many people?" you walk past him, shoulders pushing past his and walking to the kitchen, jungkook hot on your heels.

"you're a great dancer, you know i'll always need your help plus can't you take a bit of teasing? you don't think i notice you doing the same when our friends are around? you punching my arm at every chance you get or making me somehow lose at 'game of life'?!" you look at him, hie chest heaving up and down, "calm down, you big baby, it's not my fault you lose at such a simple game? don't get so worked up over something so little, okay?" you pass him a glass of water, already having downed an ice cold glass of water, chewing on the ice cubes.

"i don't get why you're getting so frustrated over something like this, it's not like i mean much to you and we're arguing like this everytime we-"

"dammit because i love you!"

well, that shut you up. you look at him, his eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly.

"what i actually meant was-" "that you love me? i got it the first time, thanks."

you turn around and lean on the kitchen counter. you've always thought what would happen if you ever confessed your feelings for jungkook, never having thought what would happen if the opposite happens.

"hey," he starts, hand on your shoulder, turning you around, "can you please say something? i feel like I'm being left on read, you know." you smile and laugh sheepishly at the random comparison, head leaning on his chest. "i guess, the feeling's mutual." you mumble, hands slowly going around him. he wraps an arm around you, his tattooed hand lifting your chin up, "what do you mean you guess?" he teases, lips breaking into that big smile you love. you mimic his wide smile, hugging him tightly. he presses his lips to yours gently, holding you close like you'll disappear soon.

"glad the feeling's mutual, darling."

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria

#jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenario #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts fluff #bts fanfic #this was nice(ish) #requests are still open btw #i may close it on friday night #otherwise thanks anonie for requesting #<333 #chaenelcore

[kingsandbastardz]

Finished episode 39. May not have a chance to get to 40 until later next week but kinda working through my feelings which are mixed about this episode:

DFS standing front and center with Sigu sect when receiving thanks is so amusing to me. He's a head taller and super visible too. Just the one prominent Jinyuan Alliance representative.

A part of me feels bad for child Shang Gudao - he lived his entire childhood being the afterthought, with less talent and ability over all. But as an adult, I'm just grossed out by him. Like by his age he should have....like. Found a monk to get friendly therapy from, joined a monastery, become an emo poet. He had options. Though with his karma, maybe he'd end up with evil versions of all of the above.

Why did Shang Gudao's meridians explode? Did his energy backfire through the broken meridians somehow?

Never trust emperors no matter how good their reputation is. D:

I still feel like the bug storyline would have been served better by focusing instead on a Di Fortress arc that leads to mind controlled super assassins storming the palace like attack dogs or something. Because as of now, Di Fortess feels like it's separate from rest of the series and just a blip in DFS's character background. While the palace stuff needs an additional episode to flesh out the emperor and the politics they hinted at

Over all, i enjoyed the episode! Buuuut I found there was a weird emotional disconnect between when the trio were working together and later on when the battle is done and DFS gives them the Styx flowers. It felt like the two were emotionally closer to DFS during the fight, but in the later scene, everyone was taking a big step back and deliberately resetting themselves to an earlier time.

Like FDB repeating an earlier line "You do have a conscience!" As if he's been consistently surprised at DFS doing anything altruistic. I know LLH never explained anything to him, and FDB bought into the demon sect narrative (which tbf is understandable - heretical sects have a reputation for reason) but he's seen evidence first hand that DFS does have it in him to help ppl if he wants to? So i find this flip flopping in attitude strange. He goes back and forth with being familiar and then acting like he doesn't know him at all.

I find it interesting that LLH equates fighting with promises of friendship between the two. Which, I think he thought dfs getting married to him, i mean, being friends that drink and look at the moon together, meant dfs had agreed. To be fair, dfs talks around it without promising anything, but I can see why llh would think otherwise lol.

LLH also repeats an early line to dfs, "You need to break your habit of eavesdropping."

Maybe it was all for the sake of emotional security, but I kinda want to shake them because I thought they moved from this point. But here they are, walking everything back so far they're repeating old lines from earlier episodes. 😬 Boys.

#mysterious lotus casebook #i would almost think the scenes are written out of order and maybe the Styx flower scene was written early #but i think this is intentional on the writer's part just not sure for what purpose #or maybe they're distancing from each other to redraw their allegience boundaries to where it “should be” #the first thing comes to mind is how boys get too mushy and close and draw far back out of embarrassment #li lianhua #di feisheng #fang duobing #analysis #my royal ramblings

[willsimpforanyone]

Percy Jackson imagine the reader is a son of Poseidon but you can draw really well and this just one of your talents that Percy doesn't possess.

i can absolutely do that, thank you for being so patient!

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I grinned as Percy waved up to me from the arena. He'd been training for hours, occasionally pausing his actions for me to quickly sketch his pose before he continued.

I was fine with swords, I could handle a bow, just about, but it didn't keep my attention the way the pencil did. Percy sometimes joked that I should have gotten Riptide, being the Poseidon brother that would be able to wield both sides of it effectively. I would just roll my eyes, perfectly content with my flask of sea water that I kept by my side to use as a weapon instead.

What I always appreciated was Percy's unbridled enthusiasm for my art. He would bring me to the arena almost every time he trained and encouraged me to practice my form, my shading if it were a particularly sunny day, challenging me to speed draw the people fighting who never stood still for more than a few seconds. He would clamber over the seats to come sit next to me after a couple hours and I'd take him through my drawings of the day while he steadied his breathing.

He got me to do a drawing of him and Annabeth for her birthday- I was promised that he'd get someone from the Hermes cabin to get me some new art stuff from the mortal world. It was a fair trade, I spent days on perfecting the sketch of the pair on the beach and was rewarded both with art supplies and Annabeth absolutely gushing over the picture. Percy grinned when she hugged me and pretended to be jealous over the compliments I was getting.

At the current time, I was perched on my usual seat for watching the arena, using some of my new equipment- the smudge stick needed breaking in or it would just end up scratching the paper. While my brother was a perfectly fine subject, he wasn't currently in a particularly dynamic fight- just going through the motions. I scanned the arena for more interesting people.

My gaze landed on a pair fighting near the edge. From what I could tell, they were a Hermes kid and... a gorgeous, stunning guy who my instincts told me was a child of Aphrodite. The clashing of their weapons made it feel like a fight to the death, faces contorted in concentration. I sketched a few lines, happy when I caught a particularly lovely pose from the two.

It took a few tries but eventually I was happy with the simple drawing I could use later. I glanced back up and was thrilled at the sight of the Aphrodite kid with his sword resting on the Hermes kid's throat, having knocked him to the ground. It was an image I had to sketch, I needed to draw it the same way I needed air. They stayed there for at least ten seconds, plenty of time for me to get an accurate base sketch. I looked at them once more time and nearly jumped out of my skin to meet eyes with the Aphrodite kid. His head was tilted slightly, warm brown eyes settling into my bones and I felt myself flush.

Quickly, I looked back down to my sketchpad. A good few minutes passed before I dared look up again.

He wasn't there.

"Hey, that looks like me."

I jumped out my skin at the voice that came from beside me. I met brown eyes again as I turned to my left. He was close, small smile and brown hair flopping in his eyes.

I swallowed. "Um, yeah, that's... because it is? I'm sorry, is that weird?"

He shook his head, smile not moving. "Nah, it's flattering- I thought you usually drew your brother, Percy?"

Ignoring the thrill that shot through me at the knowledge that this attractive guy knew me, I nodded. "Yeah, but he was in a boring fight." I grinned at the laugh I got. "I wanted to draw something more exciting, and your fight was way better than his."

The guy's smile grew wider. "Well, thank you very much, it's always nice to be complimented by a cute guy." He winked. "I'm Mikey, do you sell your drawings or are they just for you?"

"Uh, generally just for me but..."

Mikey cocked his head to the side. "When you're done with this one-" He pointed to the sketch of him pinned his opponent to the floor. "-I'd really love it. I can pay you in... I don't know, what do you want?" His eyes were honest and open and I opened my mouth before I realised it.

"I'll finish it, and then you can pay me in a date?"

I was incredibly relieved to see the soft flush of pink on Mikey's cheeks. "I-I think I can do that." He stood up from where he'd sat next to me. "Come find me when it's done, yeah?"

I nodded, he winked, and made his way to leave the arena.

"Well, young man, what was that?"

For the second time, I jumped out my skin. "Percy! Christ, don't do that!"

He flopped down next to me. "Nu-uh, tell me what you were doing with Mikey, you're all red and blushy, what happened?"

I shoved the sketchbook at him. "He liked my drawing, he wants it and he's going to pay me in... a date." I punched Percy's arm as his entire face lit up. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, I don't need your reaction."

He surrendered, and looked at the sketch. "Listen, all I'm saying is this- " He pointed to my drawing. "-is now your priority, okay?"

I hated it, but I absolutely agreed.

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I promised a soft APFT snippet so here is a soft APFT snippet (with a vague bit of plot)

Jesper glanced up briefly as the door to his room slid open. Inej chucked a roll of bandages at him. He caught it and looked back at his reflection.

"Acting up?" Inej asked. She plopped down by Jesper's door, crossing her legs. Jesper unrolled the new bandages with his teeth, one hand still holding the end of the ones wrapped around him.

"A bit," he said. He took the end of the bandages in two fingers and started wrapping it around himself. "Don't want it to jolt's the only thing."

Inej watched him rip the bandage off the roll and attempt to tie it off. She let him suffer in silence for about half a minute.

"Let me." She stood up and walked to sit in front of Jesper. She tucked her feet under herself and grasped the bandages. She gave it a tug and Jesper winced. Tying the knot tightly, she patted his side over the bandages.

"All better," she said with a small smile. Jesper returned it with a tired grin of his own and stood up. He walked about one step and then flopped down onto his bed with a groan.

"Aren't you coming to watch Nina and the new guy bicker?" Inej asked. She sat on the edge of his bed. "He's just suggested replacing half the hyper drive, I think she's gonna have an aneurism."

Jesper chuckled and stuck his hand behind his head. "Nah." He grabbed a remote by his bed and clicked a button. "Gotta stay in bed after rebandaging. Doctor's orders."

"Who, Nina?"

"Nah, new bloke." A blurry blue imitation of stars flickered into life on Jesper's ceiling. "Pantoran. Matthias?"

Inej shrugged. She tilted her head back to look up at the stars and felt herself smile.

"It's home," she said. Jesper nodded.

"My da made it for me when I left," he said. "Helps me keep calm."

Inej hummed nondisticntly. She remembered finding Jesper as a little kid, passed out under the night sky on the grass. He could never stay in his room.

As she looked, the stars shifted and swapped places. A billion years in just a few clicks.

Inej lay down on the bed next to Jesper. He let his hand fall from behind his head and wrapped it around her shoulders. His hand came up to fidget with her Padawan beads.

She wouldn't let him do it if he was anybody else. But he was Jesper Fahey. Her brother in the Force. He wouldn't hurt her, he knew better than to try.

"Why d'you still wear these?" Jesper asked. He'd asked a million times before and he'd probably ask a million times in the future. "You're much more skilled than a Padawan."

"I still only know as much as one," Inej said. "Technically, I probably know less."

"Knowledge doesn't count in a fight." Jesper sniffed and looked up at the floating stars again. "Only thing is to keep yourself alive. Which you do pretty damn well."

Inej smiled. Jesper didn't understand but she didn't mind that. He hadn't been a proper Jedi, not even an Initiate. She couldn't expect him to understand the sort of connection a Padawan formed with a Master or even other Padawans.

"When I become a Knight myself, I'll get rid of them," she said as she said every time. Jesper pulled on the beads slightly, just enough to lift them away from Inej's head. He let them fall.

"We'll find our guy," he said. "And we'll get super rich - so rich we won't need to do this anymore. And Nina will get her place and I'll get mine and see my da and you'll go find a Master. And you'll become the best Jedi in the whole galaxy and you won't need these anymore."

Inej laughed. Jesper poked her, grinning. "And when you're the next Grand Master and renound as a hero throughout the galaxy, remember it was me who told you so."

Inej laughed again and rolled onto her side to look up at Jesper's face. "You won't give me a chance to forget, you'll remind me every day you see me."

Jesper smiled but it didn't reach his eyes. He looked up at the holographic stars. "I don't think I want that life," he admitted. "Always moving about, no vice, no love, no this, no that." He shook his head. "I couldn't do it."

"And you think I could?" Inej punched him lightly in the chest. "It's difficult Jes but that's the point. We're meant to struggle for the Light."

Jesper scrunched his face up. "Struggle's overrated," he said, "and it's not fun. Besides," he shrugged heavily, "I never wanted that life in the first place."

Inej watched Jesper's face. She watched how his chin jutted out slightly and how his eyes roamed the ceiling restlessly. She knew he was lying.

"We never said we'd stay together anyway," Inej said. She turned her face away from Jesper and lay her head gently on his chest. "You and me and Nina. We all want different things."

"Yeah," Jesper agreed noncommittally. "It was always going to be temporary, wasn't it?"

Inej nodded. "Yeah..."

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Long snippet 🙏 but also keep reading line 😂

INEJ AND JESPER CHILDHOOD FRIENDS???? BLAIZE YOU FEED ME

Inej wearing her Padawan beads >

I love that Inej's suli wisdom is also going to kind of be her Jedi wisdom. She does have excellent Jedi vibes.

Force sensitive Jesper >>>>>

Pantoran Matthias >>>>

Bestie what form does Inej use? 👀

Hehehe Nina and Kaz fighting, Matthias making Jesper heal, Wylan doing hell knows what, Jesper and Inej being besties. I LOVE IT ALL SM

Jesper implying he wants to be in love 🥹

Inej and Jesper bromance is just SO GOOD YOU WRITE THEM SO GOOD

Jesper what the HELL did you do to your arm? 🤨

Inej taking care of her brother (IN THE FORCE HELP I LOVE IT SM)

No you guys can still see each other 🥺 You can literally travel at the speed of light don't get all "we have to leave each other" on me, that's not nice 😭

Blaize this is FUCKING GOLD. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?? IT'S👏SO👏FREAKING👏GOOD

I'm so excited bestie. This is ✨🔥

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