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palioom · 6 months

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day twenty-one - panties & lingerie

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

word count:��818

warnings: 18+ content; no use of y/n; public sex, unprotected p in v

• kinktober 2023 masterlist •

“These just for me, hm?” He asked in that gruff voice of his, pulling down her jeans just a little further to get a good look at the panties she was wearing.

Pink lace, seeming expensive with a tiny bow on them. Making his mouth water just by looking at her body in them.

“Just for you, Joel.” She said with a smirk, feeling warm at the way his eyes were glued to her clothed pussy.

“Got a matchin' bra as well?” Joel asked after a beat of silence, his fingers tracing over the frilly hem of the panties, his eyes finding hers again. Knowing she, had just by the way her smirk became wider. “What a lucky man I am.”

What he had planned to be a quick fuck inside this abandoned store, quickly became something slower as he saw the pink lace, then opening her blouse to discover she had indeed found a matching bra. Perfect on her wonderful tits, cupping and squeezing at them as he pressed his lips against her pulse point.

Backing her up against what used to be a cashier till, his fingers already found her clit over the lacy fabric, pressing against it and making her whine. Her back arched into him as she hit the till, a throaty moan leaving her.

He had mentioned just a few weeks ago how hot she would look in some of those lacy thongs and bras, as they walked past the broken window of a Victoria’s Secret. Only briefly eyeing the battered mannequins and their dirty underwear, but she had seen his eyes light up at the idea.

Quickly running back and actually finding a matching set that was left relatively unharmed.

“So fuckin' hot,” Joel groaned, his frenzied lips pressing against hers as he lifted her onto the surface, pulling her jeans down further and freeing one of her legs so she could spread them. “Like a fuckin' present for me, all wrapped up with a pretty little bow.”

Her hips bucked into his touch, still only rubbing at her over the fabric of her panties. His free hand swiftly undid his belt, then opened the button of his jeans before wrangling them down just enough to free his aching cock.

Hard and leaking just from the sight of her in those pretty clothes.

Joel pushed her down onto the till, then pulled her closer to the edge of it, ever aware of any sounds around them. His fingers pushed aside the lace, bearing her wet and waiting pussy to him, just waiting to be filled.

“Look at that.” He groaned as he swiped the head through her folds, before slowly pushing inside of her. Her moan matched his, trying to keep quiet but feeling unable to with how good he felt inside of her. “So fuckin' pretty for me.”

The sight of his cock sinking into her next to the lingerie she wore only turned him on more, sinking into her again and again, drawing moans and pants from her as her own hands covered her mouth.

His own mouth descended onto her clothed breasts, grazing his teeth over the stiff peak poking through the fabric. Licking over it before teasingly sucking at it, one of his hands pinching and rolling the peak on her other breast.

“Oh God,”, she moaned, still trying to keep quiet but finding herself unable to with how frenzied he fucked into her. He seemed to love lingerie a lot more than she had expected him to, her plan working perfectly. Only that she wished he would fuck her like this at home, somewhere private so they could drag this out. “Joel, fuck! You really love that thing, huh?”

He smirked against her breast, biting her again.

“I fuckin' do, darlin’.” He was close, too, hips stuttering as he kept giving attention to her nipples through the lace. “Makes your tits look so fuckin' fine.”

A particularly harsh thrust followed, throwing her over the edge she had been dancing on, making him follow closely behind as her pussy clamped around his dick.

But instead of spilling himself inside of her, he swiftly pulled out, his cum landing all over her belly and the pretty panties, seeping into the material.

The sight made him want to go for another round, quietly groaning at the way she looked like this.

“And now you’ve ruined them.” She laughed breathlessly, looking at the mess he made. Seeing the look in his eyes, she knew he didn’t quite seem to mind.

“Gonna get you new ones.” He rasped, a noise somewhere behind him making his ears perk up and look over his shoulder. “C’mon, baby. Let’s go.”

Joel quickly helped her dress again, haphazardly wiping some of the cum off of her before hiding the pretty pink fabric behind her clothes once more.

Already knowing what his next supply run would entail.

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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Who would get snapped by Thanos?

(also on Ao3)

Of all places, he was buying fucking cigarettes when it happened.

Jason was digging through his wallet when the woman behind him suddenly screamed. He whirled around and—

Hang on, didn't she have a kid with her? He could've sworn there was a toddler whining about candy just now. But when he looked, his eyes were met with a pile of dust and the lady staring at her hand, face pale.

Behind her were a group of teenagers. The shortest one—couldn't have been more than 14—turned to the others and said, "Guys, something's wrong." But before anyone could react, his skin cracked and he crumbled to pieces, leaving his friends scrambling.

The cashier dialed the police. Someone demanded to know what was going on. Without his helmet or guns, it wasn't as though Jason could say he got this all taken care of. Cigarettes forgotten, he slipped away from the crowd and called Bruce.

No answer. So he tried again, and on the third time he left an expletive-filled voicemail before hopping on his bike.

He zipped past the changing signals and swerved around the three-car pileup forming as he tried Dick's number. But all he got was that godawful singsong voicemail that Dick recorded years back.

That was two down already.

No.

No, he wasn't gonna think like that. Those two knuckleheads were fine. Hell, with a family of detectives, they were probably cracking the case as Jason broke a red light.

He picked another number.

It clicked.

"Roy, are you—"

"Jason." Roy's ragged breathing almost made his words unintelligible. "It's Lian. She—she..."

"It's happening everywhere," Jason said. "I don't know who's behind this but I'm gonna keep you updated."

There was nothing on the other line. Not a breath or panicking keen. His heart dropped.

"Roy?"

After several attempts, he had no choice but to hang up.

He didn't even wait for his motorcycle to stop completely, dumping it next to the others.

"Guys?"

The Cave was far, far too quiet. Jason grabbed his domino and a batarang lying on a bench.

"Hello? Anyone?"

He stuck a comm in his ear. It crackled to life.

"Guys, we have a situation. Is anyone reading me right now?"

Silence.

He spotted a familiar wheelchair in front of the glowing Batcomputer and let out a sigh of relief.

"Oracle! I'm glad you're—"

But there was no red hair or keyboard clacks to go with it. A steaming coffee cup was tipped over, soaking a case file and dripping onto the floor.

Alfred had to be okay. He's Alfred.

Jason raced upstairs, almost missing the three piles on the couch with purple, yellow, and orange video game controllers buried among them. In the cat bed is another one. His lunch crawled up his throat, but he swallowed it down and moved to the next room.

"Alfred?" His boots echoed through the halls with each step. "Anyone here?"

He checked the kitchen, but it wasn't Alfred he found. Rather it was Damian, staring at his ash-covered fingertips just like the lady at the store.

"They were right here." Damian's voice trembled. "Me and Cain and Pennyworth, we were talking and... and..."

He stumbled forward. Jason caught him.

"I got you. I got you." He wrapped his arms around the kid.

"Akhi?"

Something about it made Jason's blood run cold.

"I don't feel so good."

"Don't say that. You're fine." He squeezed tighter.

"I—I don't want to go. Not again." Damian's fists—oh God, they're so tiny—clung to Jason's shirt.

But all the pleading in the world amounted to nothing as the atoms of his baby brother slipped through his fingers. And even though it felt like everything was bubbling to the surface, he couldn't scream or cry out. All he could do was kneel there, numb, wondering who would have the audacity.

After who-knows-how-long, he felt Ace nuzzle against his ribs.

"You're still here."

"Arf!"

"You're right." Jason swiped the tears from his face and stood up. "Fetch me my guns. There will be hell to pay."

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aloneinthehellfire · 3 months

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Chapter Thirteen: Three Weeks Later

Gates Of Hell [Masterlist]

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, virus symptoms, self-deprecation, angst (always)

[A/N: We are so back.]

Three Weeks Later

No one would have thought that the Upside Down could have been admired for its beauty. It mostly depended on the eye of the beholder.

The monsters that ran rampant in the reflected city were no less indications of the animal kingdom, with hierarchies and reproduction ruling above all else. The vines that slithered across the buildings were practically the beating heart of this place, growing like ivy and connecting every part of the Upside Down to its neighbour. And that bleeding red sky owned its own clouds, forming shapes and burning brighter when the lightning shines through, illuminating the land in its crimson light.

No one should notice these things about the Upside Down. Yet again, no one had to look for that beauty before, hoping it would protect their sanity. They weren’t trapped here.

“Y/n!”

Your head ducks, heels digging into the dirt as you spin around, arm whipping out to slash the beast’s belly with one sharp swipe of your blade. Its screech pierced your ears, yet you remain composed, driving your boot into its back and watching it crash into a pile of dust, its death commemorated in ashes.

So many new monsters had been discovered since coming down here, this one in particular attacking in surprise. It never truly died since it was simply a created shape, only dissipating when struck across the stomach. You and Steve dubbed them ‘dustwalkers’ after the pile of ash they become when struck down. Usually, neither of you would resort to naming the creatures, but with so many different ones surfacing, you became reliant on knowing what you were up against.

“Jesus, that was close. What were you thinking?”

Wiping the hair from your face, you turn in time to see Steve’s frown walking towards you. His hair had gotten messy since being down here, pieces falling down towards his face. But it still managed to look perfect, sculpted in recognition of the man below.

“I got distracted.” You shrug, wiping the blade on your jeans as he collected his bat from the ground. You hadn’t even noticed he’d dropped it.

“Distracted?” He looks at you in disbelief, running a hand through his hair out of frustration. “Y/n, that’s the fourth time you’ve done that.”

“Huh.” You frown, depositing the dagger into your makeshift belt. You were getting distracted a lot more lately. Sometimes it felt like you weren’t even in control of your attention being pulled elsewhere. If anything, the ever-growing dark veins stretching across your skin could be the culprit.

Steve watches your eyes drift away from him again and he sighs, slotting the bat into his backpack and closing the space between you, his hands resting gently on either side of your head so he can bring you to look at him.

“I’m fine, Steve.” You say as he searches your face for any sign of the virus.

It had been… hell, neither of you know how long it has been. Days? Weeks? The virus hadn’t affected you yet, much to his relief. But it had been growing since the lab blew up and left you stranded, winding up your leg and spreading with no sign of slowing down. The last Steve had seen of it, it was already wrapping around your torso, leading to a conversation he never wanted to have again.

“It’s okay.” You brush it off, snatching the shirt you had found from off the ground and tugging it over your head.

“Fuck, Y/n.” Steve runs a hand down his face, still sat in shock.

Every so often, new clothes were needed. The old ones would keep getting destroyed or covered in blood, not to mention the exercise the Upside Down was putting you through made everything sweaty. You both made sure to loot wardrobes and drawers whenever possible, and this time Steve caught a glimpse of something he shouldn’t have.

“How long has it been like that?”

You turn to his hushed whisper, his eyes still gazing on you, not out of lust but out of fear. Neither of you knew how this virus worked, how long it would take. The only thing you could be certain of is that once the veins reach your brain, it will all be over. Part of you had hoped it would never grow, but the universe has never been on your side.

“I don’t know.” You admit, crouching down to meet his eyes. He reaches his hands out to tangle his fingers between yours, releasing a breath.

“Steve?” Your small voice prickles his hearing and he moves his gaze from your hands to your eyes, darting between the pupils in silent study. “If I… if it-”

“No.” He immediately shakes his head and you could almost sob. For what felt like days, you’ve been trying to have this conversation with him, but he always shuts it down, pretending like it wasn’t needed.

“You need to listen-”

“I am not killing you.” He says with conviction, and he feels your fingers slip out of his reach. “That’s not happening, Y/n, you can’t expect me to-”

“And what then?” You cry, standing taller, making his head crane to look up at you as you wrap your arms around your torso. “You’re just gonna watch me turn into a monster and let me stay that way?!”

“This isn’t just some sort of favour you’re asking for!” He frowns, shaking his head. “You want me to kill you. To end your life!”

Your lips part but words never leave them, any anger in your expression diminishing to that same pure look of guilt he’d never grow accustomed to.

“You’re right.” You say, and then you return to the clothes, tugging back on your boots.

You stopped updating him after that, keeping yourself completely covered with the clothes you had managed to scavenge from the houses you passed. Steve convinced himself you were just doing it to remain warm, especially in this eerily cold climate. He didn’t want to imagine you were hiding something from him.

“Steve.” You say softly, reaching up and placing your hand over his. His eyes finally settle back on yours, speaking louder than his lips ever could. “I am fine, I promise. Just a little tired.”

With a sigh, he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. It wasn’t an unusual show of affection. In fact, with the threat of danger being an all-time high, you both relied on touch to bring you out of the darkness and remind you why you were fighting in the first place. But it was nothing more than that, just two people surviving together. At least, that’s what you’ve convinced yourselves.

“Come on.” He finally whispers, pulling away from you and you already miss the warmth of his palm on your cheek.

The two of you were currently stood outside of The Hawkins Post building, mentally marking off yet another destination on the map when you’re out of the open. Every single place you’ve been, you’ve searched, fought, defended, and escaped without any victory of your mission. And each time, you felt your heart break just a little more.

It had been days since the gate home was destroyed, and you still hadn’t found El.

You had already searched the south, starting at Hopper’s cabin and slowly working your way up. The trailer park had been the worst, a whole sea of monsters chasing you through a maze of mobile homes. You weren’t sure why that place was so infested. You were just lucky you both made it out alive.

Motel 6 was what you and Steve had to call home for the moment. It resided just outside of Hawkins’ centre, close enough to travel to and far enough to not have any unwelcome visitors. It wasn’t a homely place at all, the Upside Down’s effects only adding to the misery. The beds were uncomfortable, mould growing in places you couldn’t tell were the before or after effect of an evil alternate dimension. But it was free of monsters, and that was the real luxury down here.

“Should we try the police station or the Radio Shack next?” Steve asks, hands on his hips. He had scanned the area as well as he could, paying special attention to the shadows. It all seemed clear for the moment. For the moment. That was the most important part to note down here.

When you don’t respond, he turns back to see you still staring up at the Post like you had been before. Without the threat of the dustwalker attacking him, he could see the indents between your brows, that gnaw of your lip when you were struggling to hold your emotions. You seem to feel his eyes on you because you drag your eyes away and offer a sad smile, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Let’s just head back to the motel.” You say, a hand on his shoulder as you walk past him. His hand is on your waist before you can go anywhere, bringing you back to him. “Steve-”

“What’s wrong?” He frowns and you can only shake your head. “We’ve barely searched three buildings today, we’re so close-”

“No, we’re not.” You let out a breathy laugh, wearing the same dark circles under your eyes that Steve bore on is. “We’re both tired, and there’s been so many more creatures here today, we should just head back.”

Steve hates seeing you like this, hollowing yourself into a corner of guilt the longer it takes to find your sister. You’ve been pretending like you’re okay, obviously not wanting to burden him with the heavy weight of emotions tearing your walls down each time you fight through another monster just to find the building empty. He can’t give up on this, and neither can you.

“One more.” Steve says and you look surprised, his hand still poised on your hip. “We go to one more building, we check it, we leave. Okay?”

You study him meticulously, making his skin feel hot under your gaze. His touch was set ablaze by your stare more often than not, that soft look in your eyes that melted him completely. He wasn’t sure what is was about being down here, the threat of death, or the dread of loneliness perhaps, but everything was even more clear than before.

Steve was falling for you. Hard. And he wasn’t sure he’d be able to pick himself back up after this one.

“One more.” You finally agree and his breath relieves him in silent doses, missing the warmth of your gaze when you step away from him and head North.

The Radio Shack had certainly seen better days. The vines had managed to build pressure on the sign, it now hanging loosely above. One gust of wind and you were sure it would crash into a pile of dust.

Steve leans against the window, a hand pressed against his forehead to block out any light. It looked empty, but that was never a guarantee.

“On three?” Steve props his shoulder against the door, bat at the ready. You give a swift nod, retrieving your blade. “One. Two.”

The third count was represented through a hard shove on the front door, ringing a small bell above his head as you rush in, prepared in a stance as you duck your head through the small aisles. You would never get used to that feeling of fearful anticipation, just waiting for something to pounce.

“Clear?” Steve asks from the other side of the store, surely reflecting your own technique.

“Clear.” You respond, relaxing your shoulders with an exhale.

Of course she wasn’t going to be here. You already knew that, like you’ve known it the past 9 times you’ve been battling guards for reward.

"...thssacobsever..."

An icy feeling creeps up your spine when you hear something whisper at you. You remained calm, lowering your head. It was all in your mind. This has been happening since the black veins had reached your chest, debilitating you with some mere hushed voices that didn’t belong to you. And it was your symptom to bear; Steve didn’t know, and you weren’t going to.

Steve is frozen still, eyes still fixated on the back wall where one of the radios started spurting something. What the hell was that?

He looks over to where you’re scanning some shelves, his eyes wide. The noise was hard to ignore, and yet you’re not reacting at all.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?” You raise your head from behind a shelf and notice he’s pointing to the back wall, frowning.

“You heard that, too, right?” Steve watches your face harden into recognition and you hesitantly nod.

Something like static echoes once again and you’re both practically flying to the back of the store, eyes darting between rows and rows of radios, walkies, any kind of device that could be picking up frequencies from the other side.

And then you both hear it from the third radio resting on the top shelf, crisp and clear.

“This is Echo Base, come in Falcon. Over.”

The message repeats over and over, fading in and out of static, but it was undeniable.

“Dustin.” You both breathe out, shock widening your eyes.

Steve’s already holding the radio in one swift swipe of his hand before you can say anything, moving it to his lips.

“Henderson?!” He calls out into the speaker, leaving you both in silent and bated breath. Steve’s brows furrow even further and his voice cracks. “Henderson?”

The tickle of static cemented that feeling of dread in the air, the familiar wave of failure hitting every crevice in your chest.

But you weren’t the only one feeling it.

As you look over, Steve’s back has hit the wall, sliding down until he can almost feel his racing heartbeat hitting the rough denim on his legs. You’ve never seen this side of him, never even imagined it. Steve Harrington looked defeated.

“Hey.” You crouch in front of him, searching for his eyes. But his head was down, a tight grip on the radio leaving his knuckles white. You almost feel helpless, seeing him so distraught. But you swore you would never leave him like this. Not after everything he’s battled for you.

Silent tears have already hit his warm cheeks when he feels your touch, gentle fingers prying the radio from his hand. He thought you would try and use it yourself, prove he was being dramatic.

Instead, he hears it clatter to the floor and your fingers are intertwining with his, holding him while he ducks his head to hide from you.

This wasn’t him. He wasn’t so… weak. He was the strong one, the reliant one, always picking up the pieces, always fighting, protecting, leading, asking for nothing in return but a home, a family, anything like the care he would never have from his flesh and blood.

But this was his final straw. He didn’t expect it to break him so easily. Hearing Dustin calling out and not having the voice to scream back. Trapped.

“And you’ll be out soon, right?”

“Yeah, we’ll be out soon.”

It was a lie that felt bitter on his tongue even now, infecting his mind with hesitation. When would his words save them, offer truths and promises he could actually keep? He shouldn’t have tried to run without checking you were all safe first. Maybe if he wasn’t so dumb he might have actually avoided all of this.

“Steve?” Your voice is a whisper, your breath brushing against his hair. He can’t look up. He can’t face you, not like this. “It’s not your fault.”

His teary eyes find yours in silent shock. How was it that you could hear him so perfectly even in his quietest moments?

“We’re gonna get out of here.” You say with more determination than you’ve ever felt possible to express. “I mean, we managed 4 days of the apocalypse with the worst possible detours of our life, we can do this. Together.”

His eyebrows raise slightly when you hold out a pinky finger, rising a laugh out of him in surprise.

“A pinky swear? Really?” He manages to smile, but his own is already wrapping around your finger in promise. A smile he hasn’t seen for days spreads across your face, a shine in your eye that left his thoughts incomprehensible. “Thank you.”

Involuntarily, his eyes dart to your lips. It was simply a flicker of movement, but you must have caught it because your lips part and you blink, making the heat flush to his neck and creep up to his cheeks and ears. Shit.

But then you’re leaning in. It was unexpected, and he’s never felt this kind of intensity in a moment that hasn’t even happened yet.

“Steve?”

The static crackles out, and you both sit there for a moment, wondering if the anticipation was driving you both to genuine madness.

“Steve, this is Mike, do you copy?”

He practically lunges forward, a hand on your back to make sure you didn’t topple back from his sudden action.

“Hey- hello?! Mike?!” He blurts out into the radio and your eyes are so fixated on the radio, you barely register the way his hand travels to your arm and down to your hand, holding it for support.

“Oh my god, Steve!” Mike’s voice blares through and Steve cries out in happiness, sharing the grin you have plastered on your face. “What- you’re alive! Where are you?!”

“Radio Shack.” Steve responds, almost feeling too giddy to even get the words out.

“Seriously? Wait… in the Upside Down? But it- it’s been three weeks, we thought… You’re in the Upside Down?!”

You and Steve share a look and then, with the drop of your face, it finally hits. They had no idea you were down here this entire time. All they would’ve seen is the explosion, the fact you weren’t there, and presumably Dustin’s ramble about chasing after El.

“Yeah, man.” Steve finally says, shoulders dropping. “We’ve been down here a while.”

“We- Y/n?!”

Steve hands the radio to you and you gladly take it, holding in the sob currently building in your chest. “Yeah, Mike, I’m here.”

“Ohmy-” Mike’s finger must have slipped off the button because his excited ramble cut off at the very beginning of his gleeful scream, making you and Steve laugh.

“They know we’re here.” You say out loud, looking at the boy beside you. His eyes were already on you, a smile creasing the corners of his eyes.

Only then were you conscious of the way his hand was still holding onto yours. And, when you look down, he only responds with a squeeze, burning that desire like the imprint of his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Y/n? Steve?”

Your heart almost leaps into your throat, tears pricking at your eyes. Steve’s eyes have widened, the joy of freedom now shadowing a dark cloud over both of your heads. The voice calls through again, making your mouth dry. You couldn’t even speak.

For three weeks you have been chasing the ghost of a girl who was never here in the first place.

Chapter Fourteen: We're Running Out Of Time ->

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stardustsorbet · 10 months

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𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐍: 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ― ♡

WARNINGS ⁞ romance, kissing, mentions of established relationships, mentions of marriage, overall sfw (tumblr is mad at me), mentions of body dysmorphia

𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇 — 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Kaveh loves to sketch you. Sometimes the both of you will be sitting parallel on the sofa and he’ll glance over and just be awestruck by how beautiful you are. He’ll spend the evening sketching out every one of your features, trying to not be obvious each time he takes a glance at you, to keep it a surprise at the least. Each time he hands you a sheet of paper, your face is overcome with a smile, running your fingers across the surface, each of your features perfectly aligned with real life.

𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 — 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

Alhaitham loves to read you bedtime stories. Whether it be a chapter out of his favorite book or something whole, he’ll read to you until your eyes grow hazy and your eyelids flutter shut. He’d continue until he hears soft snores and watches the slow rising and falling of your chest. With that, he’ll kiss your head, wrapping his strong arm around your form and placing the book on the bedside table, then switch the lamp off. He loves to fall asleep with you soundly snug just right where you are.

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 — 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Albedo loves to massage your body. After a long day of work, the stress is present in the knots all over your body. His hands were always so soft and always knew where to go to relieve the soreness you felt. Each cell of skin reminds him of how human, how real you are, and how perfect you are. Each touch, each squeeze, each swipe of his thumb is filled with love and care. Even more so when he kisses your shoulders, the back of your neck, up your spine, all over.

𝐙𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈 — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒

Zhongli loves to brew you drinks. He’ll come home with a new blend of tea or maybe even coffee and have you sample it with him. With each sip, he laughs at your expression whether you like it or not, because you’re always very expressive. The two of you enjoy quiet company within his warm embrace, cooling off after a hectic day. Some blends of tea are more likely to put someone to sleep, and as he drowsily lays his head upon yours, you can’t help but smile with contentment.

𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐀 — 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Tartaglia loves to kiss all over you. Sometimes you’ll have a hard day or maybe stare in the mirror too long, trying to point out all the things wrong with yourself. With every disappointed sigh you let out, he feels just as sad seeing you feel this way. He sits you down on your bed, kissing along your calves, soft lips trailing up toward your knee, then up your thighs until he covers your body with his love. With each kiss he whispers sweet nothings, how much he loves you and how beautiful you undoubtedly are.

𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 — 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Tighnari loves to bathe with you. Though he’s much more of a quick shower, get out type of guy, he enjoys the intimacy of washing you up and you doing the same. The soft scratching upon his ears as you shampoo around them makes him close his eyes with contentment, leaning into your touch subconsciously. He’ll take his turn to soap up your back, carefully wash over your chest and stomach, leaving the rest of your intimates to yourself. Tighnari enjoys the way you lay back into his chest as he shovels water onto you with his cupped hand, the feeling of your comfort all that matters to him.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 — 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Diluc enjoys fine dining you. He’ll take time off from the tavern to set the table, freshly picked roses resting in vases of cold water. More times than not, he’ll send Adelinde home early along with the others, giving the winery to just yourself and Diluc. He’s not a bad cook, considering other people do it for him in most cases, and you always enjoy talking about from everything to nothing with him with a mouthful behind the hand covering your mouth. With the candles lit and gentle atmosphere Diluc brings everywhere he goes, at least to you, every time he treats you with romantic dinners, you feel yourself falling even deeper in love.

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sathina · 2 years

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Fantasy

Pairing - Jack Harlow x reader

Summary - everything written on a piece of paper, can become the dirtiest fantasy

Warnings - smut reading, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem), slightly rough sex

You felt the heat between your thighs rise by the passing seconds. Your imagination running wild to see the things that are written on the page.

When he was close enough, he pressed his lips to hers, quickly swiping her tongue and leaving him in charge. His kisses traveled down towards her neck, arms wrapped around her shoulders. Her own head was thrown back, breathless moans filling the room.

You were so into it you didn't even notice the door opening, heavy footsteps making their way over. As your eyes scanned the page, you felt a soft hand touch your thigh.

Quickly your heart beat picked up, your body jumping from the shock.

" Jack!" you threw the book down, looking up at the man smirking over you. " You scared me." You breathed out clutching your chest.

" Oh, I'm sorry, ma." Still, the teasing smile didn't leave his face. Instead, his gaze traveled to the book, the shiny cover out in the open. " And what kind of fine literature has got my baby rubbing her thighs like that?"

Before you could even process what was happening his hand already reached out, grabbing the book before you could tell him otherwise.

" No, Jack-" He didn't listen to your pleading though, ironically skipping to the chapter you were on only a few moments ago. " His hands traveled down to her thighs, giving them both a gentle squeeze before grabbing the hem of her shirt." The man above you quietly mumbled out, chuckling to himself. " You into this shit?"

When you didn't answer he only laughed louder.

Your eyebrows pulled together, lips settling into a soft pout. " Stop it. You don't see me making fun of what you're reading, do you?" Snatching the book out of his hands you turned around, placing it on the nightstand.

You pretended to be busy with the bed, tugging and pulling on the sheets. Jack on the other hand was still laughing, one hand on the wall to keep him steady. But when he finally processed your word his chuckles died down, now only a small smile still visible on his face.

" C'mon. I'm only teasing." Jack crawled up behind you, his hands landing on your hips, his lips meeting your shoulder briefly. " And besides, we could recreate some of that stuff. Don't you think?" His palms moved lower, lightly tracing down your thighs.

" No. I don't want to memorize a script while we're having sex." You tried to get up, but a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his lap.

" Who said anything about memorizing, mama? You can just read and I'll do the job."

" Jack…"

He turned you around so you were facing him, hands still lightly resting on your hips. " Just tell me what they were doing."

With moments of complete silence you spoke up yet again. " They're in the kitchen." Your voice was small, quiet against the heavy heartbeat in your chest.

" Continue."

" He has her up on the counter." Jack moved to sit you up on your own, quickly moving beside you and picking you up bridal style.

" Will the vanity work?"

" Yes…" you breathed out. The excitement was pumping in your veins, your blood boiling.

You were still in his arms while he walked to the farthest wall, your stuff was cluttering the whole wooden surface. While you were looking into his eyes you heard a crash, quickly you were dropped off on top of the vanity, your makeup and hair stuff on the floor beside it.

Your eyes scanned the mess, your favorite blush clearly broken in pieces.

" Jack! Why did you-"

" I promise I'll buy you ten more. Now tell me what happened next."

You looked back at him, his own eyes filled with lust.

" I-I don't know. I haven't gotten any further." He only smirked and turned around, quick footsteps leading their way to the nightstand.

Your own desire only grew stronger watching his muscles flex under the thin material of his wife beater.

He shortly returned with the book, handing it to you with a soft smile. His warm palms found their way back to your thighs, squeezing and molding them between his fingers.

You flipped it open, the numbers engraved in your mind so you wouldn't forget a single word.

" So?"

" Uhh, the guy, he's shirtless by the way." Jack pulled off his shirt, only for a second breaking the contact between you.

" What happens next, sweetheart?"

You cleared your throat, your hands slightly shaking, your eyes barely being able to focus. " His hands traveled down to her thighs, giving them both a gentle squeeze before grabbing the hem of her shirt. ' The breakfast…' " you read out loud, at the same time feeling Jack's hands doing everything the story is telling. " 'Baby, I wanna have my meal first.' The thin fabric was pulled from her body, cool air hitting her bare skin. As he slowly crouched down, his lips moved to her chest, hands palming and grabbing the soft flesh. ' I love you.' "

He quickly pulled your shirt off, mouth meeting your boobs as he too fell to his knees.

" C'mon, continue reading."

" Uhhh, she moaned in response when his teeth grazed her nipple, her fingers running through his curly hair, b-brushing out the morning knots. He finally fell to his knees, spreading open her legs, he quickly bent down. His tongue running up and down her folds–" a whine fell past your lips when you felt Jack's mouth on your pussy, the vibrations you were feeling explained perfectly on paper. With a trembling voice, you kept reading out loud. " –thumb circling her clit a-as she wrapped her legs around his broad shoulders. It only pushed him in further. She started rocking her hips against his face, hands still pulling at his hair strands, the pressure making him moan, sending vibrations through her w-whole body."

His tongue met your clit, lazy figures eight drawn over the small, sensitive bud. Your moans only grew louder, he was licking and swallowing, tasting any and every piece of you.

You honestly forgot where you were, the intoxicating feeling making your head spin, your mind turning blank.

" Keep reading, mama." Jack quickly said before returning to his delicious meal.

" Sh-she felt like a mess. Eyes tightly shut, red blush on the tip of her nose and cheeks, pornographic moans spilling out like a-a prayer. And when she felt the usual feeling of her stomach tightening, legs shaking and breath hitching, he pulled away. S-she let out a desperate whine while he only smirked, his lips glossy, coated in her wetness." The man below you stuck his tongue out, shaking his head from side to side, your pussy lips moving with him. " Mhm, ' I-I wanna feel you.' He quickly hosted her up in his arms, swiftly placing her on the counter and leaning in a kiss."

And Jack did just that. He rose from his kneeling position, his hair now messy, his lips glossy. Just like in the book.

" So, what's next?"

" It was a s-sweet, wet, hungry kiss. His mouth was perfectly molding against hers as his hands untied the knots of his apron. The fabric falling off somewhere on the kitchen f-floor."

Your boyfriend undid his sweats, the material falling down to his ankles, only to be kicked farther away from you two. He gave you an encouraging nod, silently telling you to keep reading.

" He pulled h-her closer, his palm moving up and down his dick. He quickly placed the tip, and with a thrust of his hips, he placed himself in her. Th-the feeling was magical, she was so full again, while he was feeding off of the feeling of her sq-squeezing him." And when Jack did the same, the book was long forgotten.

It fell to the floor with a thud, both of you completely ignoring the sound.

His hips were molding into yours at the speed of light. Every hit pushed you closer and closer to your release.

" Fuck." Your soft voice croaked out, your mouth was wide open, head thrown back, skin glistening with a thin coat of sweat.

Jack adored the sight in front of him. With hooded eyes he watched your back arch, your chest pushing into his as you came undone in his arms, his hips still moving, still chasing his own release.

" I-I can't…"

" C'mon, baby. I know you can. Be a good girl, okay? Make me cum."

And you did, you squeezed around him, arching and whining, moaning right beside his ear, in the process, cumming yourself, yet again.

When his movements stilled, you both were out of breath, leaning on each other's shoulder.

" I'll run you a bath, okay." Jack asked in a silky smooth voice, the deep cracks still making you shudder.

" Yeah, that would be nice."

#jack harlow #fanfic #jack harlow angst #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow one shot #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow x y/n

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celestialspecial · 2 years

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A Promotion

Warnings- ceo smut, 18+, Billy in his true form

“When will you quit and come work for me? You’re far too good a worker for that law office.” Billy smiled seeing you walk in with a stack of folders and papers needing signing. You merely shrugged, winking at him in the process, you loved both of your banter but you sensed it edging towards something more and more each visit.

“I get taken care of just fine thank you very much. Here Mr. Donavan wants you to sign this and have a look over these documents.” You handed him the fattest folder, which he took, barely scanned the first page before snapping it shut with one hand and tossing it onto his desk behind him. Moving closer to you,forcing your backside to brush against the lip of his desk.

“I’d give you a raise, more paid vacation time and you’d have a corner office view overlooking the park. Don’t tell me he can offer you all that as well?” You felt yourself sucking in a breath, trying to play it cool but all too aware of how close in proximity he was to you, like a panther stalking it’s prey.

“Mr.Russo…”

“How many times have I asked you to call me Billy?” He asked the corner of his mouth twitching up as your lips parted, choking on the next word.

“Billy…I assure you I’m doing quite alright.” At this he held his hand out for the rest of the folders in your arms which you hesitantly handed over to him. They were documents for him regarding Anvil and it’s inner workings but you felt so exposed to him now without your arms crossed in front of your chest holding them to you.

He in turn also let them drop with a loud thud on his desk, right by your back. His arms came to rest on either side of you planted on the dark wooden surface. Even hunched over in this position he still had a few inches on you, body and face alarmingly close to yours. His dark eyes were full of mischief as you felt them rove over your body, hidden under your work attire. His right hand left the desk to make its way downwards, grasping the hem of your skirt between his thumb and forefingers, testing the fabric, feeling the thickness of it.

“I like this skirt.” You felt heat creep into your face before responding.

“Thank you I just got it back from the seamstress.” At that his one eyebrow rose in question, still toying with the fabric.

“Oh? What happened to it?” You could barely think, with each swipe of his fingers over the fabric you could feel his knuckles scraping against your bare knees, a subtle power play no doubt and you were falling- hook, line and sinker.

“It got caught on a filing cabinet handle and ripped. Thankfully I had some safety pins to keep me decent the rest of the work day.” The look in his eyes seared into your brain, excitement flashed brightly in those eyes, you could practically see him imagining you in work the skirt ripped and torn, one move away from falling to the floor. Two could play this game.

“Ya know that should fall under workers comp of some sort. Pay to cover your costs to fix it, being in such a …harsh work environment.” You couldn’t stifle the laugh that you let loose.

“I don’t think fashion faux pas count as tax deductible. Mr- err, Billy.” You swore when his eyes briefly closed his eyes were on the verge of rolling back into his head at your use of his name.

“If you worked for me I’d have covered it.” You swallowed the tiny bit of saliva that was in your mouth, his predator eyes narrowed when he noticed. “In fact, I’d have bought you a whole new wardrobe to make up for it.” His hand thankfully released your skirt to settle back in its rightful place on the desk again.

“Maybe I’d have let you.” Not the response he was expecting but one that sent a thrill through you, noticing how his muscles tensed under the taut fabric of his suit, stretched along his back from how he was positioned. “What would you have bought me?” You needed to go, to return to work but this was just, too fun. Seeing the CEO before you fighting for control, you could see it in the way a muscle ticked in his jaw, how his eyes darkened dangerously, the knuckles on his clenched hands turning white.

“Maybe we’d start with a new blouse…” he leaned forward further and you felt your arms come behind you, elbows resting on the desk surface as his hand came up to fiddle with the collar of your work shirt. His long deft fingers traced along your neck ever so briefly and you swore he must’ve been able to feel your pulse fluttering under their touch. When his hand moved again it brushed past your collar bones and tugged at the first closure, the button popped open easily exposing more of your chest to him. “One with better buttons.” As his hand worked its devilish magic again another button popped open revealing the top of your lacey black bra.

He looked positively devious as his greedy eyes examined the newly exposed skin, free to breathe.

“And?” You wanted to stop, to be a good assistant and return to your law office but every cell in your body wanted to stay, to continue.

“And-“ he said aloud, hand tracing down the front of you, resting between your breasts, his hand rising and falling erratically in time with your shuddering breath. “More items like this.” His fingertips danced along the lace trim admiring it before placing his mouth over top of your left breast, an open mouthed kiss, then you felt his tongue dart out to taste you, then a brief suction that had you moaning out loud. He pulled back to lock eyes with you, before lavishing the same attention on your right side.

You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle any more noises, his hot mouth exploring across your barely clothed chest.

“Ah ah, sweetheart I want to Hear you. In my office we have an open communication policy. Don’t worry you’ll get that in the manual when you start.” Before you could mutter a response his other hand left it’s place on the desk and you felt his fingers work up your shirt, untucking if from your skirt and sliding up your back.

“Mr.Russo!” You gasped feeling your bra pop open and fall to the floor just as his mouth closed over your puckered nipple, tongue swirling around the hardened nub as you let loose another desperate sounding sigh.

“Please call me Billy. We do have a unique working relationship don’t we?” You couldn’t respond even if you wanted to, his mouth working miracles against both your nipples, hand kneading and caressing whichever one wasn’t in his mouth. You could feel a tight coiling sensation in your stomach and a torturing ache between you legs. You didn’t hide the whiny noise you made when he pulled away, his lips reddened and wet. “No I’d buy you fancier underthings, expensive ones, ones that are easy to take off. Ones I’d know you’re wearing even if I can’t see them. Then I’d ask to see them on our lunch break, would you let me?”

You were convinced this man was the devil. Teasing you, KNOWING he was teasing you, until you were just a trembling mess before him. The hard wood of the desk bit into the back of you elbows, causing you to lean further back still.

“Y-yes I would.” His head drops low and he lets out a low groan at your words, before lifting it up to examine your skirt once more. Hands drifting to the sides, skating down the back, giving your backside a generous squeeze before hoisting you up and into a seated position on his desk. You squealed at the sudden movement then let your own head fall back as you felt him kneading your thighs over the skirt fabric, tracing up the waistband, plucking at it until it snapped against the soft flesh of your lower back, a cry escaping your lips.

“I’d buy you new skirts all the time, to replace the ones I rip off of you.” The zipper slides down and you shudder feeling the cool air against your bare skin. “Of course they’ll be much shorter than this, so I can see your ass much better from behind my desk as you walk by. And dresses, beautiful dresses that showcase this work of art you’re trying to hide.”

“Mr. Russo- Billy, I-“ there were no words. Your world had shrunk down to each next movement of his hands on your poor aching body. Every new sensation shooting through your nerves, as he trailed up and down the length of your skirt, squeezing your hips and massaging your thighs down to your knees as his fingers grazed back up they paused, finding the seam that had been stitched back up from where it’d caught on the handle. His eyes, black as night caught your own, filled with need, with desire. He never broke contact with yours as his hand gripped at the now flimsy feeling fabric and he pulled, tearing the seam open along with the rest of the skirt, tattered fabric falling to the floor uselessly.

Your blouse had fluttered off at some point in both your movements until you sat on his desk before him in just your pantries. Underwear in a light shade of pink contrasted by the darkness of the black bra you’d been wearing, delicate, sweet. He growled deep in his chest when his eyes lingered on them. You swore you could feel the heat from his stare warming your core as he intently gazed upon it.

“My God.” Was all he said, hands traveling from where they had rested on your knees up to fondle the soft pale fabric. His head shot up from where it had been looking down, lingering. “Lean back.”

You gave him a questioning look, unsure of if you should or not. If you had the strength to move at all. But you pushed away until your back fell against the cool hard wood of his desk, still attempting to prop yourself up to watch him. “Back.” He said again before realizing the stacks of papers and Manila folders you’d brought were impeding your ability to do so. At that he hovered over you, so close you could feel his breath ghosting over your neck, before he pushed all the documents off to the floor. Papers flying, scattering along the ground like confetti, allowing you to fully fall down, a squeaky noise jumping from you as you felt Billy’s touch return to your legs.

“These….we’ll get you more of these.” He said, voice husky, two fingers slipping under the band of your pantries. The light fabric did nothing to conceal the wetness dripping from between your legs, a dark spot growing on the pink fabric. Billy felt himself come undone at the sight, tearing the offending fabric off of you and putting it in his back pocket.

“I promise I’ll be a good boss.” He said, fingers trailing up and down your thigh, scaling upwards over your stomach and caressing your breasts before lightly pinching one of your nipples. “We’ll be working closely together, so meetings like this will be a regular occurrence. I hope you don’t mind- I just like to…keep on top of things.” You nodded vigorously not trusting your voice wouldn’t crack. Billy smirked, removing his own jacket and tossing it on top of the pile of your clothing, rolling up his sleeves, the large expensive watch he had on his wrist clinking with each movement.

You watched him, eyes wide, waiting, feeling so exposed, wondering how it’d gotten so far, how you’d ended up laying on Mr.Russo’s desk when all you’d been asked to do was drop off some paperwork. You’d done it a hundred times before, but with each time your attraction to him became more evident and apparently it wasn’t one sided.

“Alright darlin’ let me see that perfect pussy.” You blushed hard at his words, hesitating but feeling his hands on your knees pushing them open, the feral noise he made seeing you dripping for him nearly had you coming already. The prominent swell in his slacks had you clenching around nothing, he stood back, running a large hand over the front of his pants, cursing as his eyes squeezed shut for a moment.

In a split second you saw him drop to one knee then you felt him. The flat of his tongue running straight up the center of you, your hands flew to the sides of the desk, grasping against the edge, needing to grip something. Billy groaned against your pussy, tongue laving punishing circles around your clit before skillfully sucking on the bundle of nerves before pulling back, a wet pop sounding before he looked up at you.

“Bet you Mr.Donavan doesn’t do this for you. Doesn’t know how to make his girl feel good.” You groaned at his words, gripping the desk so tightly your fingers felt they would bleed. He tapped on your knee, then slid a long fingers through your folds. “Tell me. Does he?”

“N-no..”

“No what?” You bit your lip, sucking in a shallow breath.

“He doesn’t.. make me feel this good.” A wicked grin.

“Does he buy you pretty things? Pretty things like his pretty assistant?” You shook your head, feeling his thumb swipe over your clit again.

“Use your words sweetheart.”

“No. He doesn’t-“ his tongue was on you again, sucking, lapping up your juices, filthy noises coming from below, when he stopped you wanted to cry out at the loss of contact.

“Go on”

“He doesn’t know how to make me feel good. O-or, buy me pretty things.” Billy tsk’d at that, disappointment evident on his face.

“Such a shame. People don’t know how to treat employees these days.” At that he pushed up, unbuckling his pants, letting them fall to the floor, metal buckle clanking. You swallowed thickly seeing the outline of him in his boxers, a new found ache shooting through you. He rolled down his boxers, cock springing forth, hard and leaking. You pushed up onto your elbows to get a better view, he only chuckled, one hand braces against your chest and pushing you back down to the desk gently.

“Don’t worry beautiful, we’ll have more than enough time to see each other once you start working.” You moaned wantonly, but stopped short feeling the tip of him pressing against your entrance insistently, hot and large.

“Billy-“ he paused watching you, waiting for your response. “I can start on Monday.” His devilish grin was back, and he pushed into you, both of you crying out at the sensation.

You felt stretched to your limits, pain skirted pleasure and each new movement had you begging for more. Every thrust of his hips had you rising to meet him stroke for stroke, his hands grip your tightly, feeling him deeper and deeper inside you.

Billy nearly growls against your neck, kissing you up and down as his hips speed up their pace, pulling a sharp gasp from you. You feel yourself creeping closer and closer to the edge.

“Billy I’m- I’m gonna”

“Come for me darlin’, “ you squeeze your eyes shut focusing only on the flurry of pleasure punctuated by each new buck of Billy’s hips. He nips at your neck and you’re clenching hard around him as your orgasm tears through you.

His hips stutter and he groans as he comes after you, thrusting a few more times to milk both your releases for all they’re worth. His head falls to your chest, his ragged breath tickling your skin, as your run a hand along the side of his face, both of you spent and sweaty.

He laughs breathlessly, pushing up off of you, but not before placing a trail of kisses along your chest up your neck and finally a long slow one on your lips.

You chase his mouth when he pulls away, running a hand through his mussed hair. He helps you sit up, paying special care to cleaning you up as you enjoy the feel of his body still in close proximity to yours. You look around at your clothes bundled on the ground, the shirt and bra were still salvageable but the skirt… Billy noticed where you were looking, a beat of recognition and he was up moving towards the closet in his office.

Opening the door he pulled out a hanger, on it a stunning slinky black dress. Your mouth gaped open admiring it as he walked towards you, a shit eating grin on his gorgeous face, holding the dress out to you.

“Here, I was planning to give this to you when you started on Monday but I think It’ll get some use now.” You pulled the dress from the hanger, skimming over the opulent fabric and eyes widening seeing the designer label, looking back up into his dark eyes which glimmered brightly.

“You knew I was gonna relent didn’t you?” He only grinned wider, moving behind you to pull the zipper slowly up your back, his fingers skimming your heated skin as he fixed the closure securely at the top. “What am I going to say when Mr.Donavan asks why I’m dressed in a completely different outfit?” You giggle at the thought.

Billy’s hands fell to your waist,pulling you close to him as he snarled teasingly in the crook of your shoulder.

“Tell him the truth.” You stilled at that thought, before he continued. “That you got a promotion.”

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imaginethezeldaverse · 10 months

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Thinking about Yunobo and forced proximity…

Oh...you and me both, darling. If you could only hear the noise I made.

ANYWAY, here you go! I'm gonna borrow from my initial idea on this

It was just meant to be a simple retrieve. At your request, Yunobo had finally let you into one of the nearby newer digging site of YunoboCo - where large geode clusters were discovered. He was aware how much you enjoyed geodes (though to the Gorons it made for a pretty tasty morsel more than anything else), so giving you an opportunity to chip away at a few walls to take some home was the least he could do for his friend! He personally stood watch as you carefully tapped away here and there, small clusters breaking loose for you to stow away in the small satchel you brought with you. "Sheesh, I don't know how you do this all day," you huffed, wiping some sweat that beaded at your forehead, "All I've done is use this little mallet and I'm tired." Yunobo laughed softly at your plight, swiping at his cheek with his finger, "I guess it's a little different when you're a Goron like me, huh?" Your gaze back to him read a playful 'No Kidding' before you turned back to the wall. In your concentration you didn't hear the sound of rubble start to shake above you. Some sediment fell nearby, catching the attention of the Goron. As he walked closer, a loud crunch sounded just above you both. You tried to look up to inspect the noise, but were instantly shoved into the cave wall. The ceiling of the cavern came crumbling without warning, shaking the earth beneath your feet and all around you. When you finally found yourself brave enough to open up your eyes, you were face first with the jagged surface of the amethyst you had been picking at. You tried to push off from the wall, but a solid form held you firmly in place. "Ngh...I'm sorry I pushed you..." came a strained voice. You were barely able to turn, but with some careful wiggling you peered over your shoulder to catch a glimpse of Yunobo covering you. Just beyond him were large rocks, pressed heavily against him - thus the reason, you imagined, as to why you were crowded between him and the wall. His hands gripped firmly into the wall at either side of your head, arms planted and tense in order to keep the wreckage from reaching you in any capacity - the weight of debris and sharpened geode scraping at the rock of his back. He saved your life, you realized, the severity of your situation dawning on you. "Yuno," you whispered, trying to swallow your panic, "Th-Thank you, my god, I...are you okay?"

He exhaled harshly, making sure to hold steadfast to the rock in front of you both, "I-I'm fine...you're not hurt, are you?" His breath tickled your neck, a small shudder zipping down your spine. Yunobo was close - far closer than you'd ever expected to be near him today, and it was trickling deeper hues into your cheeks. You were grateful he couldn't see your face right now. "Sir! You in there?! Are you alright?! Jeez, this is a mess!" shouted a muffled voice. "I'm alive, Drak, get the guys so we can pull back this rubble, I got a Hylian under here with me!" You heard a few short curses before the far off voice yelled, "On it! Hey! Fellas! We got an emergency!" and his voice would trail out of your earshot. Yunobo leaned forward slowly, his lips finding your ear, "Hey...you doing okay? It might be a minute before we can move." Truthfully speaking you were struggling. Not because you were scared, nor because you were uncomfortable - in fact, you've probably never felt safer knowing you had Yunobo to keep you that way. No, it was the fact that you were pressed into the wall, your body caged so...intimately against the Goron champion. The presence of his biceps at your head, the knowledge that at current all you could was be pinned by him; your head was beginning to spin. Even through the steel of his chest plate you could feel his warmth. You held in your shudder, "I'm f-f-fine, just...fine!" The squeak in your tone concerned Yunobo. His head tilted, inadvertently pressing closer to your shoulder and the side of your face to try to gauge your feelings. He pushed through his physical endeavor to lend you some gentle reassurance. A low whisper, "I'll keep you safe, okay? I'm not gonna let these rocks hurt you." Your nails bit into your palms, the hints of gravel in his voice from his exertion was making your abdomen flutter. Your flushed cheeks were inevitable at this point, you couldn't stop your body from being hyperaware of your proximity. Closing your eyes, you desperately tried to keep your composure, "I know, Yuno," shifting your gaze over your shoulder once more, your eyes were low under the length of your lashes, "...Thank you." It was his turn to blush, as he took in the sight of you beneath him. Were you always this...pretty? The more he scrutinized you, the more he realized just how flush he was against your frame. His chest was fully on your back, arms closed around you, his face slotted so closely to your own. If anyone saw the two of you like this under any other circumstance, they would think... Th-They would think...!

"Heave!" came a loud shout. The gritty noises of bedrock being shifted sounded behind you, several voices bellowing in cloaked panic. One by one the weight lifted from Yunobo's back, his reactionary sigh of relief rolling down your back before he finally moved off of you on his own. You inhaled a breath you were unaware you were holding, your nerves alight from the countless minutes you spent sharing a tight space with the mining president. Yunobo took your hand gently, taking careful steps to pull you from the refuse. "Needless to say, we're shutting this one down for a while, fellas" said Yunobo, his voice holding a tinge of exasperation; when he looked at you, his eyebrows turned up in worry - his expression was nothing short of apologetic, "I can't have what happened today happen again."

"SIR!" the hoard of Gorons echoed before heading off to grab their equipment. You looked on at Yunobo, whose hand never left yours. When he finally met your eyes, his brow was furrowed in a mix of anger and upset, "I..." he began, frown deepening. A hand laid atop his own, stopping his train of thought. Your eyes held such softness, "Don't...I'm safe, Yuno. We're safe. That's all that matters." So many things he wanted to say right now. The Goron champion internally kicked himself for putting you in harm's way...but clearly you would hear none of it. In your smile was kindness, sympathy. You knew he meant you no harm. He had nothing to apologize for, as you would tell him. Sometimes he swore he didn't deserve a person like you. With a rough sigh, Yunobo took his hand from yours to hover it behind your back, a simple gesture to show you out. "C'mon...I'll walk ya home." Come nightfall, your mind raced endlessly. The adrenaline of the accident had long passed from your nerves - now all that was left was the physical memory. He was strong, effortlessly so in his display of holding an entire caves worth of rock from even laying a pebble on you. Your body committed the warmth of his chest to recollection; the sound of his voice, the feel of his mouth so close to some of the more sensitive areas on your neck and shoulders, it was all so visceral. It made your thoughts seep into more sensual corners, a desperate craving for this intimate connection under different circumstances. Little did you know, at his place in HQ, a certain Goron was imagining the welcoming warmth of your touch as well.

#asks #Ohhhh I think I need to write a part 2 for this???#so many projects #we just love Yunobo 24/7 here #tloz #tloz: totk #tears of the kingdom #yunobo #yunobo x reader #mutual pining #suggestive #totk yunobo #forced proximity #zelda imagines #the legend of zelda imagines

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wankusbonkus-gt · 2 years

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Look Before You Drink

Summary: ‘Fate and Graves arrive home with sacks full of stolen black market tech and two mysterious potion vials. They really should know better than to drink them.’

Content: Shrinking, Comedy, Fluff, Farting, Burping

A/N: This is a commission for Symbiotez18. This is my first time writing for the LoL fandom and for these characters, so if I get any characterisation or world building wrong, that is why. I won’t be posting for this fandom unless I get another commission for it, as I’m not interested in it personally. (link to AO3 version)

‘What did I tell you, Graves!’ Fate exclaims, waltzing into their ramshackle apartment. Temporary ramshackle apartment, because after this stunt, they may have enough to get a better place. ‘What did I tell you!’ He’s practically bouncing as he unloads his heavy, tech-filled sack onto the table. It wobbles on weak legs for a moment, then settles.

Graves just grumbles behind him, nursing his shoulder. He’d been shot by one of the guards on their way out, while attempting to pull Fate out of the way. Fate eyes the injury as it bleeds sluggishly, like a jam doughnut being squeezed of its insides. It’s … not concerning, but he still feels the need to fuss.

Graves goes to sit down at their small, rickety table while Fate rifles through the medicine cabinet under their sink. He plucks out a health potion and gives it to his partner, who downs it quickly, chatting all the while.

‘I mean, I know the tech lab was heavily guarded and you almost lost an arm, but what did I tell you! I told you we’d be good at this, just like old times.’

Graves observes him with dark eyes. ‘Not exactly like old times,’ the man muses, lips tilting up. Fate gives into temptation, leans down and kisses him. He doesn’t surface for a few good minutes.

‘No, I suppose not,’ he admits when they part. Graves yawns around a fist. ‘Do you want to go to bed, old man?’ Not waiting for an answer, he pulls Graves up and moves them towards the bed on the other side of the small room. The whole place is small, and plain, and overall rather unappealing. It’s an offence to his good taste. He just thanks every god there is that there’s a separate room for the bath and toilet.

He strips them quickly, both to their underwear, before finding two small potion vials in one of Graves’ pant pockets. ‘What’s this?’ Fate asks, looking them over. One’s red and the other’s green, shining and shimmering within their glass containers. There’s no labelling.

‘I swiped them before we left,’ Graves says. ‘Thought if they could go without their fancy tech, they could go without their fancy potions too.’

‘What do they do?’

‘I’m not sure.’

‘You’re not sure? And you want us to drink them?’

Graves just shrugs, his shoulder muscles shifting attractively. If Fate weren’t dead on his feet from a day of thieving, he’d be all over that.

Graves takes the red one from him and uncorks it. Sighing defeatedly, Fate does the same to the green. It releases a poof of sparkly, sweet-smelling air. He figures there are worse mysterious potions to ingest. And why would they keep harmful potions so out in the open? It’s going to be fine.

‘Well, it doesn’t taste like poison,’ he says after swallowing it down. It actually tastes kind of like apple pie, like something you might expect from someone with a normal childhood.

Graves yawns again, and Fate does as well. Maybe they’re sleeping potions? Shrugging, they both climb under the covers, fitting themselves against the other. Fate’s head on Graves’ shoulder, his leg over the man’s hip, and an arm settled over his chest. He’d be more embarrassed about his clinginess if he didn’t know how much Graves enjoys it.

‘Night,’ his partner sighs into his hair. But before Fare can respond, his mind is fading to black.

Fate wakes up feeling disoriented. Must’ve been that potion … he sits up groggily and takes in his surroundings.

He blinks. Closes his eyes. Opens them again.

Everything is massive. His small two-room apartment looks fucking massive now, more like a three-storey mansion than a hovel. He’s still reeling from the sudden shift in perspective when he hears a loud snore from his right.

Graves!

He turns to find his partner a giant, large, hulking body splayed out over the bed, which is more like a landing pad at this size. Fate doesn’t allow himself to freak out, instead standing up on his pillow and making the trek over to the sleeping man. If he can wake Graves up, maybe they can figure out a way to reverse this fucking thing.

The journey is relatively easy. No more difficult than running through Bilgewater with a group of hired mercenaries hunting you down. Tripping over massive wrinkles in the bedsheets is probably his biggest obstacle. Well, that is, until he has to climb up Graves’ body to reach him.

He wanders over to his large hand and steps onto his palm, which is almost like a verge tall step, then walks along his muscled, hairy arms up to his shoulders. Thankfully, the man sleeps shirtless, so he doesn’t have to negotiate his way through a nightshirt. He climbs up Graves' beard, using the hair as leverage to pull himself up.

He catches a whiff of the man’s morning breath as he stops in front of the half-opened mouth.

‘Graves!’ He yells, but the man doesn’t react. He goes to yell again, but the large mouth widens like the entrance to a cave and a loud, pungent burp sends Fate into the air. He’s sent over the man’s body, right down between his large thighs. He lays there for a moment, on top of the covers, surrounded by skin. The memory of being flung into the air because Graves passed gas will haunt him forever.

Sitting up, Fate resolves to try again, but is suddenly assaulted by another wave of gas, this time originating from Graves’ ass. The loud, smelly air sends him flying again, right down the end of the bed. He manages to grab onto the duvet before he plummets off the side and turns into roadkill.

‘GRAVES!’ he screams, his lungs working overtime. ‘WAKE UP, YOU FUCKING OVERSIZED GAS CHAMBER!’

There’s movement on the bed, and then his partner sits up. Fate sees his sleepy, confused eyes scan the room.

‘DOWN HERE, ASSHOLE!’ Graves catches sight of him.

‘Fate? What the fucking are you doing so small?’

He’s picked up by the man’s hand, before being dropped onto a palm.

‘It was the stupid potion you gave me! It must’ve turned me small.’

‘Oh, you mean this?’ Graves waggles the nearly empty vial in front of him teasingly. There’s still a few glowing, green drops of the stuff left. ‘Should I try it too? Looks kind of fun.’

‘No, you idiot! Just–FIX THIS!’

Graves smirks down at him. The fuckhead still looks devastatingly attractive. Maybe even more so now, since the man’s height makes him all Fate can see. ‘Hmm … I don’t know, Fate. What if I just …’

He dangles the vial over his mouth, letting the sliver of potion left inside hang on the rim. He waggles the glass. Before Fate can shout, it drips into Graves' open mouth.

Immediately, Graves begins to shrink. The palm Fate is standing in grows smaller and smaller until he falls back onto the bedding. When he sits up again, Graves is the same size as him, not counting their pre-existing height difference.

Fate glares at Graves hard enough that he could probably make a hole right through the man’s head. Not as if there’d be anything inside to hinder him.

‘What the fuck did you do?!’ He screams.

‘I don’t know!’ Graves screams back.

They spend the rest of the morning like that, shrunken and screaming at one another in angry confusion. How they get big again, well, that’s another story.

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hollyspacey · 2 years

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the sight of you will prove to me i’m still alive : em

Pairing: Eddie Munson x original female character

TW: wounds, hurt/comfort, a ‘lil smut

After a tough battle, Eddie lends a helping hand.

a/n: I haven’t posted a story in eons and this is my very first time playing in the ST sandbox so please, please be gentle!

The battle was long and bloody but they had won. All of them worse for the wear, but each and every one miraculously alive. Hannah had taken some serious hits, looking in her bathroom mirror at the cuts and scrapes and bruises peppered all over her naked body. She was exhausted, wanted nothing more than to collapse on the first soft surface and sleep for the next week or so. But Eddie had insisted she shower and clean her wounds first.

Seeing her injured had changed something between them, he'd barely left her side once the battle was over and the dust had settled. He was her best friend and he thought he'd lost her. The pure panic on his face was what pushed her forward, steeled her resolve, helped her resist the urge to break down although every cell in her body desperately wanted to.

A soft knock on the bathroom door broke her from her spell.

"You ok in there?"

"Yeah, I'm good," she said, lying to him as well as the face that stared back in the mirror.

"I'm right out here, if you need anything just yell."

Hannah forced herself to move away from the mirror and turn on the shower. Steam began filling the room as she stepped under the spray. She let out a hiss as the water ran over the assortment of cuts and scrapes, tiny stings all over her body. She looked down to watch the water run dark as the blood and dirt swirled down the drain. She didn't know how long she stood there letting the hot water wash over her, it could've been seconds or minutes or days but auto pilot kicked in and she started to clean herself. Her mind replayed the fear and violence and worry of the last few hours.

Lifting her arms to wash her hair broke her from her horrible daydream as a sharp pain shot along her side. She'd taken a hard hit and her ribs were bright purple and painful.

"Uhh Eddie?" She called out.

He answered immediately, his voice muffled by the door, "Yeah, what is it?" She didn't answer right away and he cracked the bathroom door. "Hannah?"

She cleared her throat, "I can't lift my arms, could you maybe help me wash my hair?"

"Are you sure?"

She huffed softly, "My modesty or lack thereof is the last thing on my mind right now."

She could hear Eddie taking his clothes off, before he pushed the shower curtain to the side. His eyes were glued to Hannah's, not daring to look down at her body. He was wearing only a pair of gray boxers as he stepped in. Hannah handed him the bottle of shampoo and turned around to face the water. The smell of coconut filled the air as Eddie tentatively reached out and began lathering her hair.

Something about the gentle way he carded his fingers through her hair broke her. The tears fell unimpeded from her eyes, Eddie not mentioning the silent sobs that wracked her body. Once her hair was squeaky clean and she'd just about cried herself out, he turned her to face him with a hand on her shoulder. He swiped her cheek with his thumb, his eyes looking worriedly into hers.

"I'm fine," she said unprompted, in a voice that called her a liar.

"I know. You're stronger than you look."

"Are you saying I don't look strong?"

A look of relief covered his face as if he knew that the teasing note in her voice meant she would be fine eventually. "Did you get your wounds clean?"

"I think so. I think I fucked up my ribs though. Everything hurts."

"Can I look at it?"

"Eddie if you wanted to look at me naked, you could have found a better way than this."

"Yeah well, none of my other moves were working," he said with a soft laugh, looking deep into her eyes.

He let his hand trail down her arm, pulling it over to cover her chest. "I don't want the first time I see you naked to be like this," he explained.

Hannah felt her body warm at his words. Her world just kept tilting further and further off its axis but for the first time it felt like it was righting itself. Like the world had thrown its very worst at her, but then turned around and given her the simple, immeasurable gift of Eddie Munson looking at her with something like love and gratitude in his eyes. She watched as he leaned down to prod gently at the mottled purple covering her side.

"Think I'll live, Doc?"

"For now, yeah," his thumb brushed her side and he nodded. "I don't think it's broken but it's gonna feel like a bitch for a few days."

An ache settled between her legs at his calloused fingertips skating over her sensitive skin, and a heavy breath fell from her lips. He glanced up at her from his bent position and looked into her eyes, his own darkening as he tried to decipher the look she was giving him. Hannah let her arm softly but deliberately fall to her side, exposing herself to Eddie.

He straightened and took a deep breath. "I don't want to misread that."

"You're not."

"I don't want this to be because of what happened tonight."

"It isn't."

Eddie felt something inside him break as he let his eyes drift down and take her in. In an echo of his earlier move, Hannah ghosted her hand down his arm and pulled his hand up to rest on her chest. Eddie's hands traced over her body as if he knew that his touch was somehow wiping away some of the night's trauma. He took Hannah's chin in his hand and tilted her head up. They looked at each other hungrily for a second before he leaned forward and captured her lips with his. Hannah let herself be pressed back gently against the cool tile as Eddie pushed closer to her.

Their first kiss was everything Hannah had known it would be. It felt like coming home after a long trip, or a perfect sunset, or a gentle summer rain. It felt fated somehow. An apology from the universe for everything bad that had ever happened to either of them.

Like, yeah, sorry for the monsters and the violence and the world almost ending for the millionth time, but here is this magical wonderful thing to make up for it.

Eddie's hand slipped down to the apex of her thighs. "This ok?" He asked in a husky voice. She nodded quickly and he shook his head. "Need to hear you say it, babe."

"Yeah, yes, please, Eddie. Touch me."

"With pleasure. "

Eddie’s fingers traced along her slit, gathering the slick that he found there as he explored her. A ragged moan fell from Hannah's lips as his thumb brushed over her clit.

Hannah reached down with the arm on her uninjured side to cup his bulge. His hips jerked forward at her touch and she took that as her sign to pull down the front of his soaked boxes until his hard length sprung free. She gave him a few experimental strokes as he caught her lips with his again.

Hannah groaned into his mouth as he pressed first one, then two fingers into her. She let herself grind against his hand, stroking him in rhythm with his own movements. He grunted into the crook of her neck, their bodies trying to get closer than was humanly possible. Hannah could feel her release building up inside, broken moans falling from her lips.

"Want you to come on my fingers, sweetheart, can you do that for me?"

"Yes," she said with a gasp. Eddie felt her walls flutter around his fingers, spurring on his own release, his hips jerking into her fist.

They stood under the water for a moment, breathless and shaky, bodies still pressed together. They moved silently to turn off the water and wrap up in towels as they left the bathroom. Hannah climbed into her bed, looking shyly up at Eddie where he stood a few feet away.

She motioned him forward, "Come on, let's go to sleep."

"No funny business now," he said, sternly.

"I don't know if I have it in me for any more funny business tonight."

"Maybe tomorrow," Eddie suggested as he crawled into bed next to her, pulling her into his arms.

The last thing Hannah registered before she fell asleep was a soft kiss placed on her forehead. Tomorrow would come soon and there were no guarantees that hell wouldn't open back up beneath their feet but she had Eddie on her side and in her arms and somehow none of that mattered.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson x original female character #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #nobody dies everybody lives #i love this man #title stolen from abba #i feel like they'd be cool with it

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nancypullen · 2 years

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Crafty Crafterson

My uber-talented daughter-in-law inspired me to try something deliciously spooky. We watched Hocus Pocus 2 together the weekend that it aired and we share a love for all things Halloweeny. When Winifred Sanderson called for her spell book, “BooooOOOOK!”, Jamie mentioned that there are all sorts of DIY videos online that show how to make your very own spell book. I was intrigued.

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Some were very elaborate, some were super simple, some were perfect replicas of the Hocus Pocus book. I chose to do something simple, with elements of Winifred’s book. I didn’t want to copy her book because it has (shudder) snakes on the cover. Nope, nope, nope. And if you know me, you know that I had no intention of investing more than a couple of bucks in this project. You guys, it was so much fun. You can use any book, but I happened to have one of those big fake books - you know the ones, they’re made of wood and you can store stuff inside them. I was gifted a couple of them years ago and do love them, but I don’t need two. So I had the base for my project. After watching a couple of DIY videos and getting ideas I tweaked things to be able to use what I already had on hand. I had tissue paper, glue, paint, twine, a hot glue gun, and an imagination. All I needed was an eyeball. I wanted my book to have a creepy eye, but I didn’t want to buy a sack of those cheap, plastic eyes that are readily available now. People float them in Halloween punch bowls and they’re effective, but I wanted something more realistic. I tumbled it in my mind and just as I was thinking that I didn’t want to use those adhesive googly eyes, EUREKA! I bought the $2 pack of googly eyes, sliced open the back, printed a pupil that looked real, and had the perfect eye...that moves when you move the book! But I’m getting ahead of myself. First, I used tissue paper and a mixture of white glue and water to cover the surface of the book and make it look old and wrinkly.

Then I hot glued twine in places where I wanted it to look like the book was stitched together. I placed two strands side by side to look like a seam.

I let that dry overnight and the next day I painted it.

See that googly eye at top left? That’s the base for my creepy eye. All I had to do was swap the black disc inside for one of these.

I did a few chores and let the paint dry and then the fun really started. I dipped the handle of a paintbrush in black paint and made matching dots on each side all along those seams. Then I used a hot glue gun to connect the dots, and lo and behold - we have stitches!

Those hot glue stitches would eventually get a swipe of paint but first I had to get busy on the eye. I popped in my printed pupil, sealed up the back and gave it a blob of glue. Then I used the hot glue gun to go back and forth over the eye to make it look like a wrinkly eyelid. I may have gone overboard with the wrinkly eyelid.

Anyway, without boring you to tears, I kept my booooOOOK very simple. After the glue on the eye hardened I painted the stitches and the eyelid, touched up a few spots on the book that needed paint, and called it done.

Not perfect, but perfectly fine for me. I may still add some depth to the paint color, it looks a bit flat. Could be dustier and more worn. Still, it looks like it could keep my secrets. What a fun and super easy craft for this spooky season. Bonus feature is that it probably put me on at least three new prayer chains.

Remember that wonderful quote from Practical Magic (another favorite book and movie!) ?

That one speaks to me. Don’t try to conform, don’t try to fit the mold, just enjoy whatever your freaky little heart wants. I only seem normal in October when my hobbies suddenly become decor. The older I get the more determined I am to follow my heart and ignore anyone who poo-poos my fun. If someone is a rabid football fan or buys yarn in bulk for crochet projects I don’t care. Enjoy! If I choose to spend my day burning my fingerprints off with a hot glue gun to make a creepy spell book then that shouldn’t matter either, right? Relax, Mrs. Kravitz. There’s a whole generation that won’t get that reference.

Well, that got weird. I think I have PTSD from too many years in the Bible Belt. Too much judgment, not enough joy. My default is to defend my interests. I once had a school mom tell me that my tombstone decor was “disrespectful to the dead”. Did she think I had actual corpses buried under my shrubs? Did she think that Izzy Dead and Barry M. Deep were real people? In hindsight I probably should have just asked for a lock of her hair, bet I never would have seen her again. I’ll get this post back on the rails and just say I had a lovely time at my desk making a Halloween craft. Today I need to freshen some bedrooms because it’s about to get crazy around here. Matt will fly in tomorrow evening, then the Edgewater gang will arrive Friday after work. It’ll be a full house this weekend! FUN! I need to make a grocery run and try to remember how to feed a crowd. Isn’t that a great problem to have? I’m so very lucky to have a family that wants to be together. Now there is a source of joy. Go find yourself a little joy today - chat with a friend, pick up a spiffy new bottle of nail polish, lose yourself in a good book, take a walk and soak up some fall color, whatever works or you. Fill your emotional tank, I think we could all use a little boost. The world is exhausting right now, so carve out a little peace and happiness - you need it. Take care of your sweet soul. It matters. YOU matter. I’m going to go outside with a book and spend fifteen or twenty minutes listening to birds sing and enjoying the 60 degree weather. Then I’ll tackle the bedrooms. This post was bonkers, but so am I. Just be glad you didn’t pay for this nonsense. Stay safe, stay well, stay true to the weirdo inside you.

Nancy

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nordicedges · 10 months

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Various Blade Textures and Features of Knives

I used to think of knives as nothing more than a sharp piece of metal occasionally used to slice up vegetables. But that's not the case anymore! Besides blades designed for precise operations, there are also various kitchen knife materials. In this post, we will explore the different surfaces that knives can have. Knives can be hammered, dimpled, or made of textured steel like Damascus to enhance their performance.

Smooth

The typical flat blade with a smooth steel surface is the easiest for most manufacturers to produce. It is simple to machine polish a flat surface and make it the blade's flat side as it is a natural outcome of the grinding process.

However, the flawlessly smooth surface tends to make food adhere more easily, especially wet foods, which are commonly used. This can be problematic. Anyone who has cooked before knows the frustration of having to scrape tomato slices or minced garlic off the edge of a knife. This is where textured surfaces come into play.

Hammered

A hammered blade is intentionally dented and textured during production, giving it a vintage appearance with dimples. Similar to dimples, the resulting uneven surface traps air and prevents food from clinging to the blade's flat side. Japanese-style blades, particularly high-end traditional Japanese knives, often have this characteristic.

Damascus Steel

Although most commonly associated with Japanese knives, Damascus steel is a softer coating of steel used in various types of blades. It is typically used to cover the core and edge of a knife, which are often made of stronger, more brittle steel. Damascus steel kitchen knife materials do not have a smooth surface as it is constructed from multiple layers of folded steel. Instead, it features a rough, textured surface that behaves similarly to hammered or dimpled steel. The blade's small valleys trap air, preventing food from adhering to it while cutting.

Flat vs. Textured Blades

Textured blades work well for slicing and chopping tasks that don't require very small pieces. For mincing and extremely fine chopping, a flat blade is more suitable. This is because small food particles can get stuck in the blade's dimples or other imperfections, making them harder to remove. While flat blades can also have food sticking to them, it is easier to swipe them off.

Moreover, textured blades require a bit of extra care during cleaning. They can be more difficult to clean thoroughly, and food particles can get trapped in them. Additionally, water can get trapped in tiny reservoirs, increasing the risk of corrosion or discolouration.

However, these blades excel in slicing tasks, so it's worth having one for precise cuts that other knives may not handle as well. If you decide to have both a slicing and a chopping knife, make sure to sharpen the slicing knife only with a ceramic or glass honing rod. Using a steel honing rod may alter the edge's characteristics. You can also explore various kitchen knife materials.

#kitchen knife materials

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chanelladia · 1 year

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Chapter 4: The Cave Witch’s Tale

The girl walked and wandered for days and weeks, becoming lonely and wished she had a companion to talk to. When she was exhausted one night, she stopped in a cave to rest and wrapped her coat around her like a blanket. She was about to fall asleep when she noticed a woman approaching her through a canopy of trees and realized she had trespassed in its cavern. She fumbled to her feet, grabbing her coat tightly to her.

"Good evening, Miss. I apologize for being in your cave, but I happened to be tired and lonely. I should go on my way now."

The woman came to a halt and gazed at her.

"I'm a witch, but a good one, so don't be terrified of me and say, where may your way be, precisely, tiny one?" the witch inquired.

"I'm on a hunt for stars. I want to track them down and catch one to keep." the girl replied.

"Well," the witch remarked, "there's not much point in that. Sit down, and I'll explain why you'll never catch one."

The Cave Witch’s Tale

When the Supreme Spirit first created the universe, there were no ordinary individuals, only witches, in addition no night, only an endless day, and everybody lived in peace. However, the witches began to argue one day. No one exactly why, but they chanted and screamed and bickered and battled and made so much noise that the Supreme Spirit gradually noticed and wondered what was going on.

When he saw the witches fighting, he begged them to cease right away, but their battle was so loud that the witches were unable to hear him, so he took his large cloak and threw it over the world, and immediately darkness fell. The witches fell silent because they failed to fully comprehend what just happened. They started calling out, pleading to the Great Spirit, crying out for forgiveness, but they received no response. After much deliberation, the witches agreed that one of them should go and pull the blanket off.

The witches then used their most powerful spells in an attempt to lift the blanket.

"I'll go first," the coven-based witch suddenly says. "I can cast more powerful spells and am stronger than any of you."

The other witches laughed at the coven-based witch's arrogance and waited to see if she could actually get off that blanket.

The Coven-Based The witch used a spell to create a large and long hand; she thought she could swipe the blanket with one gigantic hand, but she couldn't quite reach and only managed to make a rip across the sky. Because the large hand's swing was so powerful, the witch lost her balance and fell face down on the floor, making the other witches giggle.

"I'll go," the Hereditary Witch stated, "you weren't able to get high enough, but I can cast a spell that gives me wings, so I can soar up into the skies and tear that blanket down," and she flew away.

She flew as high and as hard as she could until she reached the huge blanket that covered the entire earth, and she flapped her wings with all her might, stretched out her hand, and flew straight into it. But she was exhausted and had expended all of her energy on flying so high that she ended up pushing her head through the fabric and getting trapped.On the other hand, all of the sun's light was focused on the Hereditary Witch's head, and it was so hot that it scorched all of her fine feathers, leaving her wings bare. The Hereditary Witch let out a loud screech and yanked as hard as she could to free herself, but she was too exhausted to create another wing spell, so she crashed all the way back to Earth.

The small solitary witch had been thinking throughout all of this.

"I might be small," she reasoned, "but I bet I could make it up there," and she flew away quietly, without saying anything to anyone. When she got to the surface, she used her wand to make a tiny hole, and a little light came through. She picked again and again, creating thousands of small holes. Back on the ground, the other witches were arguing over who should attempt next when they noticed the little spots of light in the sky and remarked how lovely it looked. They forgot about their struggle and started pointing out how the tiny holes looked like images if you joined them together, and no one noticed Solitary Witch's little, fatigued body slipping back down to the earth.

The Supreme Spirit spotted the Solitary Witch and scooped her up and returned her to the rest of the witches, who were distraught that while they were bickering, the smallest among them had been the bravest and created such a thing of beauty. The Supreme Spirit observed their remorse and told them that he would remove the blanket and restore the light, but that for half of every day, the blanket would reappear, unmended, to remind them not to fight.

"Look," the cave witch remarked, pointing from above, "the rip from the coven-based witch's gigantic hand is a great streak across the sky. Where the hereditary witch poked her head through is the moon, and most beautiful of all are the solitary witch's stars."

The girl was distressed because she still didn't have the answer to her questions, but she was determined to keep going, so she said goodbye to the cave witch and continued on her journey.

~TBC~

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docockdork · 1 year

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Acediaverse! Kingpin Fic

Summary/AN: Haha not tagging this one. You might have questions... and you are in the right to have them... I don't have answers and I am sorry for that.

The Kingpin in this is the version @hollowsart has designed for her spiderverse/sona.

My nostrils burned from the dusty air in the dark, impossibly large drawer I had been slammed into. Pens longer than I was tall and other office supplies of surreal sizes surrounded me.

I kept myself as still as a statue. Refusing to move a single muscle. What was going to be a quick swiping of a paperclip or pencil had turned dangerous! The Kingpin had returned to his desk much earlier than I had expected.

“Mr. Osborn… this better be good,” he huffed. The cadence of his voice caused my world to shutter. Or maybe it just felt like it.

“Nice to see you too. Sir.” a calmer, clearer voice sounded off in the distance. “It is. I have some intel on our cryptic culprit.”

Slowly, cautiously, I moved one of my feet to step forward. If I could find a hole or crack in the drawer, I could slip out.

A creak that seemed to cut through the air emitted as I eased down, causing me to wince.

It wasn’t until my elbow smacked against something, the men paused for a second. It felt like I was a present part of their conversation, like they had caught me committing a social faux-pas.

Kingpin took in a sharp inhale, “Well, that will be all Norman, you can head out…”

The other man gave an affirmative “Mmhm,” as the sound of footsteps descended away from the desk. The door shut, and I let out a breath I didn’t even know I had been holding.

“...As I take care of another problem!” Light flooded in as I nearly lurched forward! The tape dispenser I had hunkered down behind provided no cover as a large hand snatched me up.

The tightly wound fist released over the surface of the desk, dropping me haphazardly down onto the lacquered wooden surface.

“You! It’s about time we met.” He exclaimed. His arms encircled me like silky purple prison walls. “I was worried for a second that Norman’s intrusion would’ve given you a chance to slip away.”

A heavy gulp trailed down my throat as I backed away from the giant man that had ensnared me. The gentle brushing of a large palm on my back caused me to leap forward, as if it were a hot iron.

“Oh? Now not so brave now that I’ve caught you…” his thumb wrapped around me, pushing me against his fingertips. “I know it’s you who has been playing those little tricks on me.”

I struggled against his grip, my voice erupting fourth as if he squeezed it from me “Let me go! I won’t cause you any more trouble!”

He chuckled, “Oh, I don’t want you to leave…” He watched me struggle, bemused. “You’ve made me quite curious with your bold actions.”

My mind had all but one thought, and that was “Get out”. I paused my kicking and thrashing for a second, staring at his thumb before I bit down. Hard.

I released, only to bite down again. Pulling on the calloused skin I had pinched between flesh.

A hard press from his thumb into my rib cage. The air in my lungs was squeezed out of me. I was forced to unlatch. “Stop that!” He scolded. His jaw clenched in an angry scowl.

I stared up at him before biting right into the pad of his thumb.

He huffed, lifting me in towards him. The sudden darkness of his shadow as he drew me near made me release my jaw.

“Fine. If you cannot behave…” he sighed as he pressed my feet down into his breast pocket, “I will just wait until you’ve calmed down.”

A large finger pushed me down into the smothering fabric, “Hey! No! Stop!” I protested, fighting against him as the silky lining engulfed me, silencing me and my pleas without mercy.

His voice was much more imposing now that I was right against his chest. I felt it in my core as he said “Just, settle down.”

I made a small dejected huff, looking up at a small, white wrinkle where light filtered in through. Shifting around, I positioned myself to be more comfortable in the stifling fabric.

The low, steady thumping of his heartbeat made it’s way to my ear, providing a strange yet comforting ambience as I settled my head against his chest.

His thick chest muscle below strained against his suit with each inhale he took, padded with a layer of fat. The motion reminded me of a rocking chair.

For a second, I could forget I was in the pocket of a large crime lord… and instead maybe in a nice sleeping bag, snuggled away on a camping trip.

I shut my eyes, curling up in a small ball as I let sleep take me. The smell of his cologne replaced the dust that had burned into my sinuses earlier.

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fkinavocado · 3 years

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Harry fucking y/n in his office, please 🙏🏻

Clear my schedule

Warnings: 18+, smut, degrading, unprotected sex (i have no excuse for this one eek, goes without saying that's a big nono) CEO!Harry, mean dom!Harry, kinky af basically

Word count: 2.3K

Every time you swore you wouldn’t let it happen again, but somehow you always ended up on top of your boss’ desk. Or under it. On this particular day, he’d cleared his desk in one swift swipe of his forearm sending all the papers flying, to make extra room so that he could push you face down across it pinning you to the flat surface with one hand while he bunched up your skirt with the other.

“Why do you even bother with lingerie if there’s barely anything to cover this weepy cunt?” he mumbled, more to himself as he fumbled with his belt and zipper and you braced yourself for dear life.

Against your better judgement, you found yourself mumbling in a low voice, but clearly loud enough for him to hear you “Why do you bother asking me to bring in paperwork if you’re just gonna toss it-”

He pulled on your hair harshly, making you yelp and effectively shutting you up “What’s that, pet? Got something to say? What’d I tell you? Don’t wanna hear anything out of that pretty mouth except for yes, sir; please and thank you, sir. Understood?”

He yanked on your hair for emphasis and all you could do was gulp “Yes, sir”

“Thought you knew better by now, Y/N. Guess I’m gonna have to make sure you’ve learned your lesson for good this time around, hm? Let’s practice, shall we?” He pulled on your flimsy g-string hooking his thumb under it and dragging it to the side easily and placed his rock-hard tip at your entrance “Ready for me, pet?”

“Yes” you whined, out of breath already in anticipation. You’d been sneaking around like this for quite a while, now. Every time it was somehow even better than the last. And that’s what kept you coming back for more each time. He was degrading you, using you, and he made no secret of that, and you absolutely loved playing his whore. How could you not? When he was living up to his reputation and then some.

You barely even finished replying before his palm landed on your ass cheek harshly “Yes, what?” he shouted. You thanked your lucky stars that your boss was not only your boss, but the CEO of the company, his office at the very top of the building and large enough not to have to worry about anyone eavesdropping. Well, maybe except for his secretary but you doubted it’d come as a surprise to her, she probably knew way more than she cared for.

“Yes, sir” you were quick to correct yourself, cursing under your breath for having been so thoughtless. It wasn’t that you were afraid of him, you felt safe with him always. You had your safe word and you’d discussed your boundaries thoroughly when you first hooked up after you’d been drooling after him for what had felt like ages. If anything, you were worried he’d tire of you and discard you for a newer fucktoy. ‘Cause that was what you were to him, and you were fine with it. You had to be, Harry Styles didn’t do “relationships”, least of all with someone like you, just a measly assistant that you had no clue why he’d ever even given the time of day to, much less taken an interest in.

“That’s more like it” he grunted as he pushed into you without preamble, and you were so wet that he’d slid right in easily “Fuck, such a good little slut for me, aren’t you Y/N? You’re not all that good, though, since you can’t fucking remember the simplest rules, so I think going over them just isn’t gonna do it. Think I’ll have to punish you”

“Please” you mewled and he chuckled as he thrusted even deeper into you

“Oh, now you’ve suddenly remembered them all, huh? No, you’re not getting away with it that easily, pet. Gonna fuck some sense into you” he grabbed ahold of your bunched up skirt with his free hand for leverage and began pounding into you mercilessly and you felt your hipbones hit the hard wood repeatedly, surely they would bruise, but you couldn’t care less, not when he was hitting your sweetspot just right “Already clenching around me, Y/N? Are you that needy for my cock? Been strutting around all day in this miniskirt just asking for it. How wet did you get just thinking about me fucking you when you dressed in the morning? Did you touch yourself?” he gritted between his teeth as he delivered blow after blow

“Y-Yes, sir”

“Such a filthy little whore” he chuckled. “Aren’t you, pet? And so eager to please me” he slapped your ass, harder this time, making you jump at the impact and he grabbed from under your left thigh, propping your knee over the edge of the desk gaining him deeper access and you moaned harder than you ever had “And these knee-high boots, with those impossible fucking heels. I should try fucking you with them one day. Would you let me?”

“Fuck! Yes, sir. Please…”

He laughed a humorless laugh. “Of course you would. My good little cockslut” you mewled at his dirty words and were getting closer and closer by the second but right before you could reach your peak, you felt him redouble his efforts only for him to stop abruptly and sink balls-deep into you as he shot ropes after ropes inside of you. You could feel him twitch as he came, and you were right there, if only he’d…

He brought your knee down, placing your high heeled boot back on the floor and pushed your thighs together before squeezing carefully out of you with a gasp as he panted heavily, recovering from his high.

“Don’t you fucking move” he warned, a bit out of breath as he put himself together after he unhooked his finger from your g-string letting it fall back between your ass cheeks. He then carefully pulled you off of the desk, pushing your skirt back down and held your back against his chest, speaking into your ear gravely “You better hold all of that in if you want to come today, pet. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” you shuddered at the loss of contact as he circled the desk and sat back into his chair, crossing his legs leisurely

“Better rearrange those papers while you’re at it. Careful. Better not make any sudden movements” he sounded thoroughly pleased with himself watching you bend awkwardly picking up the documents off the floor, twisting in his chair nonchalantly.

You tried your best to deliver the coffees to your boss’ meeting without making it painstakingly obvious that you were walking awkwardly, taking baby steps so that you wouldn’t have any of his come run down your thighs. It was getting harder and harder by the minute, there was only so much your lousy lingerie could do to act as a barrier, they were already thoroughly drenched, not to mention how on edge you still were and was probably contributing to this whole ordeal between your legs.

You pushed your way in through the conference room door, tray in tow, smiling as innocently as possible to the people that acknowledged your presence, but when your eyes landed on Harry’s you could see the glint of mischief dancing in them. He was thoroughly enjoying this, the smug bastard.

You walked carefully around the table, placing the coffee mugs on their respective saucers in front of each of the people in attendance, leaving Harry for last. You noticed him lean back into his chair as you hovered over him, no doubt ogling your ass and then you almost spilled the coffee in his lap when he suddenly grabbed the elbow of the arm you were holding it with “Y/N, be a doll and run into my office for me, I forgot the graphics on my desk”

You turned to look at him incredulously and he just stared at you with a raised eyebrow, ever the poised, bossy CEO. Could’ve fooled anyone that he really needed those graphics, when you just knew he was doing it to get a kick out of watching you try your best to “run” and get them for him.

“Yes, sir” you made sure to squint your eyes ever so slightly at him as you said so noticing his pupils dilating in response and you made your way out of the conference room as slowly as possible, no doubt earning a raised eyebrow from everyone for not hurrying to comply to your boss’ demand.

When you finally reached his office you furrowed your brows, there were no graphics on his desk and before you could turn around and make your way back, already dreading having to probably walk all the way back to his office again and search for them elsewhere, you heard the door shut and the lock being clicked into place.

“Looking for something, pet?”

You huffed “There are no graphics, are there?” you didn’t even turn to face him

“Hm. Smarter than she looks” he hummed to himself and you gasped indignantly earning a chuckle from him “You definitely are smart, made the right decision just then, hm? Would rather make sure you come than keep your job here, don’t you, pet?” he closed in the space between you, hands in his pockets “But, ah… what a pity. Seems you couldn’t keep your end of the deal” he pouted playfully and you lowered your eyes to where he was staring.

Was that there all along? A milky trail running down the back of your left thigh, painfully obvious to anyone happening to land their eyes there. And you weren’t fooling yourself. All the men in that conference room had probably stared right at it.

“Oh, God” you groaned, covering your face

“Awh. Don’t act all coy now, when we both know what a filthy little thing you really are, Y/N” he tsked you, cornering you back against the edge of the desk “But since you genuinely tried your very best…” he smirked reaching down to catch the droplet with his index finger, surprising you when he then brought it to his own mouth “Gonna keep my end of the bargain. How’s that sound?”

You only managed a half smile before he bent abruptly, grabbing the back of your thighs and placing you on the edge of his desk. He kneeled in front of you, pushing your legs apart and you immediately felt his come dripping freely around the flimsy lingerie you were wearing “What… What about your meeting?”

“Oh, this shouldn’t take long” he smirked at you from under his lashes and you bit your lower lip in anticipation as he once again bunched up your skirt to your navel and hooked his fingers into your panties “These are laughable. Barely did you any favors today, pet. I’ll rid you of them, hm?” he pulled your g-string down your legs and then spread you open using his fingers, admiring his come drip down your core and onto his desk “Did so good for me, Y/N. But I knew you would. Desperate little slut that you are, I knew you’d do your best to keep it inside you. Gonna be so happy you did, just you wait” he bit his lower lip staring at you as if mesmerized, sporting his characteristic scowl and you clenched around nothing just watching him look at you like that.

He swiped his forefinger through your folds, and then carried it to your mouth and you wasted no time sucking on his finger and humming around it “Greedy little thing. But this is my treat” he pulled his finger back, scraping it against the back of your teeth and you watched as he pushed it inside you next, allowing for more of his come to ooze out of you as he did so. You moaned in unison at the sight as he pumped his finger in and out slowly, the sounds your pussy was making absolutely sinful “Fuck me, that’s so hot” he muttered under his breath before dragging his tongue flat up your folds, making you hang your head back as you leaned back on your elbows. He pushed his tongue inside you and hummed lowly, sending vibrations all the way up your spine and down to the tips of your toes, making them curl.

“Taste so fucking good together” he mumbled as he ate you up thoroughly and you moaned and whined, kicking your legs uncontrollably before he pinned them apart, grabbing you from underneath your thighs and delving his face against your pussy like a man starved. It was the first time he was eating you out and you had no idea he enjoyed this so much, you never would’ve guessed someone like him would take such pleasure from pleasuring someone, selflessly. But it wasn’t entirely selfless, he seemed to genuinely enjoy doing it. He curled his middle finger inside of you, stroking your g-spot and latched his lips over your clit, sucking intently and you just couldn’t hold back any longer.

After he milked every single aftershock out of you he stood between your legs, going for his belt and you gasped “But… the meeting?” you felt like you’d already asked him that just previously, but your brain was now mush and you couldn’t be sure

He grabbed his desk phone and dialed his secretary, as he guided himself into you again using his other hand, shushing you just before you heard her answer on the other end “Yeah. Something came up” he winked at you and you would’ve rolled your eyes at that had you not been terrified to spite him yet again “Tell them we’ll have to reschedule. And cancel my next appointment. In fact” he paused, grunting inaudibly at one particularly hard thrust inside of you “Clear my schedule for today”

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queridopascal · 2 years

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congrats on 1.4k Annie 🌹

can we get 26. “my lipgloss is all over your lips.” with Jack in a friends to lovers scenario please 🤠🌹

Thank you mi corazón, I hope you like this 💜

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader

Warning: fluff, mention of an age gap, sort of friends to lovers

26. “my lipgloss is all over your lips.”

Jack can’t keep his eyes off of you. You alway look pretty, but today, you look even prettier; your make-up is subtle and natural, and your lips shine with that pink, glittery lipgloss you had started to wear more frequently.

Glancing at you from the other side of the room, Jack finds himself wondering if that lipgloss is flavored; perhaps it tastes like strawberries or cherries, or like peaches, or watermelon. The thought itself is able to let him taste it on his tongue, to feel the stickiness on his lips and mustache, and he subconsciously touches his bottom lip, only to sigh when he meets a dry, chapped surface.

You take a cautious sip from your coffee, all under Jack’s attentive gaze, and then pat the outline of your mouth with a paper napkin; you frown and huff, and Jack leans forward over his desk, wanting to know what is the cause of your annoyance.

Turning around, you retrieve something from your purse, a small cylindrical object covered with a silver cap; he watches you carefully as you unscrew the cap and take the wand out of its glittery tube, pumping it in and out a couple of times to gather more product. With your lips slightly parted, you swirl the wand around their expanse, coating them with a new layer of gloss before smacking them together.

Jack chuckles, and the sound captures your attention.

“What?” you ask curiously as you put the gloss back into your purse.

“Nothing.” he lies, turning around in his seat and concentrating on some documents. He has seen you plenty of times put on lipstick, chapstick, and gloss. But this time is different, he’s intrigued.

“Jack…” you exhale, and there’s a slight tone of reproach in your voice, similar to the one you use when you’re about to unmask one of his pranks.

He looks up, and finds you standing right in front of his desk with your arms folded.

“Okay, fine!” he raises both hands in defeat. “It’s your lipgloss.”

“My… lipgloss?” you tip your head to the side and raise one eyebrow, eyeing him with a puzzled expression.

“I just … what’s it taste like?” he asks, slouching in his chair.

You don’t answer his question, instead, you walk over to the other side of his desk and sit on it, crossing your legs.

“Would you like to find out?” you ask in return, smiling softly.

Jack looks at you with wide eyes and nods. He’s always wanted to kiss you, but you’re friends, you’re colleagues, and he’s way older than you. He knows this wouldn’t be appropriate.

You reach out to cup his cheek gently, pulling his face closer to yours until your mouth touches his own. It’s just a simple peck at first, but soon, he finds himself deepening it, savoring every crease and every crevice of your lips; it tastes like summer, like watermelon and iced tea, like happiness and being carefree, like strawberry lemonade and ice-cream. He doesn’t know if it’s the lip gloss that tastes like all those things or if it’s you, but even if he tried, he would not be able to find just one word to describe the flavor.

“My lipgloss is all over your lips.” you giggle when you pull away.

“I don’t mind.” he shrugs lightly, brown eyes completely lost in yours.

“And you have glitter in your mustache.” you tell him, swiping your thumb across the trimmed hairs to try to remove some of the small iridescent fragments.

Jack shakes his head. “I don’t mind that either, sugar.” he tells you with a chuckle. “The only thing I do mind is if you won’t kiss me again.”

“Then let me fix that.” you whisper before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another kiss.

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under-sedationnn · 3 years

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

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