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dirtyeddietini · 1 year

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fics that have altered my brain chemistry (eddies/joe qs version)

okay so ive been in an adhd brain rot?? where im just fucking HORRIBLE at reblogging fics that i enjoy and honestly it was my whole reasoning behind making this blog FOR GIVING WRITERS THE LOVE THEY DESERVE i just wanted to give a shoutout to these writers (and stories) they’ve made that just fucking messed with my brain (and in a good way okay??) over these last few months. please check them out and give them all the fucking love they deserve

like a poem (FINISHED series, but sometimes if you ask nice enough she will throw a blurb in there) - im so very fucking biased because i love her to the moon and back, but she writes the best fucking stories of joe that will keep you up all night having you rethinking all of your life choices. IT WAS VERY HARD FOR ME to pick out a story that i wanted to highlight in this post, but the whole reason i fell in love with her writing was because of bookstore!joe and he will ALWAYS have a special place in my heart. love you boo

plot: “Joe finds solace in a quaint bookstore, your bookstore, from a hectic situation in the streets. But, you’re closed. But then also, it’s Joseph Quinn.“ from the authors page

echoes (FINISHED, series) - again im so very fucking biased because she is the sweetest person you will have the pleasure of knowing BUT THATS BESIDE THE POINT - she writes so fucking beautifully she will literally have you CRY and this will forever and always be my favourite fic of hers. she deserves all the love she gets, and then even more so read it!!!! (she will make you cry its not on me tho)

plot: “When she laid her emotions out for her best friend, the last thing she expected was for him to turn around, walk away and never speak to her again. Years after, they meet again - different people, different feelings. Or are they?” from the authors page

the hideout (FINISHED, oneshot)- this was one of the first fics i read and fell in love with. it was in that timeperiod where all i could do 24/7 was read eddie munson fanfics and this was one of those fics where i went “holy SHIT??” and honestly i dont think there will ever be a time where this isnt just some % on my mind??

plot: “Eddie Munson made it big. Now, when he returns to Hawkins for a hometown concert with his band, he is reminded of the girl he’s been in love with for the past 6 years when Steve Harrington calls.” from the authors page

vintage reeboks (FINISHED) - this is one of those fics where you’re like???? holy shit i wish i’d come up with that?? i remember reading all of this in one day (summertime, sweating very fucking much) and its just?? holy shit its perfect?? the way eddie is in this??? and its something i could never think of would be this perfect?? i swear i think of this fic at least once a day??

plot: “The gate at the bottom of Lover’s Lake was meant to spit the quartet out in the Upside Down. Steve, Nancy, and Robin were meant to be there. He wasn’t meant to be alone. But when Eddie comes to on the shoreline, you’re there. It’s not the Upside Down. It’s not Lover’s Lake. It’s not 1986.” from the authors page

twenty four hours (STILL GOING) - the way this has me in a chokehold?? im a fucking sucker for when fics have a nice layout??? and this is just so pretty to look at?? like whenever i see its been updated my whole body is SHAKING?? i dont even know what to say?? this is just so amazing and the whole?? will they wont they?? i love them?? i want them both to fight with me all night long??? i CANNOT wait to see where this ends

plot: “in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?” from the authors page

to know you’re mine (FINISHED) - i saw someone talk about this in the “eddie munson x reader” tag, and DEVOURED the chapters that were up in one whole day?? the way eddie is so fucking soft and nice and the best fucking gentleman in this?? and also?? the relationship to steve in this is amazing??? but THE RELATIONSHIP TO EDDIE IS EVEN MORE AMAZING?? such a fucking fantastic author please go EAT all the chapters right now

plot: “You know the rules. You'd been there when your boyfriend, Steve Harrington, discussed them with the others. There are only two.Number one: Only play when everyone's together. Number two: No finishing inside each other's girls.You'd agreed to these rules, same as Chrissy. Same as Eddie.But then there's rule number three, and though it remains unspoken, it's by far the most important. And you have that feeling again, like when you propped yourself up against the barstool, straining to see him on that stage, craning for a glimpse as his husky voice reached inside you. Now, his dark eyes are doing the same thing: pulling at something buried deep, tugging it into the light where it can't be hidden. And, sure, of course, you didn't intend this. But what are intentions in the face of such things? Needless to say, every rule gets broken.” from the authors page

the customer’s always right (STILL GOING) - hehhehe im a hoe for cutie virgin eddie??? but they way she always manages to capture eddie in her fics?? fucking amazing??? and her writing??? yes PLEASE so do yourself a favor on this fine friday AND READ THIS AMAZING FUCKING SERIES because eddie will make you fall in love in this???

plot: “eddie munson is a virgin and doesn’t want anyone to know (because being an adult who’s never fucked anyone is a total reputation ruiner). but you, his favorite customer, are more than willing to change that.” from the authors page

sincerely yours... (STILL GOING) - like i’ve told her before - her eddie is fucking amazing and so very much to the point!! im so excited for this one and cannot WAIT to see where eddies teasing will make him end up!! the last fucking part of this??? amazing

plot: "Untouchable, is what he called you. Dating Jason, the captain of the basketball tea, most would call you the same. Living your holier than thour life, something else he said, you can’t seem to swallow the need to prove him wrong” from the authors page

burn one (FINISHED) - this is just the perfect fucking combination of smutty and sweet??? like this is just how i imagine eddie and this is so fucking sweet and perfect?? had me thinking about this for WEEKS UGH

plot: "When you move to Hawkins to start over, your new unexpected friendship with your weed dealer next door is your saving grace. It was never your intention to fall in love with him though.” from the authors page

Disjointed (STILL GOING) - this fic has me feeling ALL the feels in all the chapters?? makes me GIGGLE, makes me CRY!!!, i’m in love with all the chapters and i CANNOT WAIT to see them live happily every after

also now that i’ve finished, i’ve just realised this is a lovepoem to my favourite authors on this app heheheh im sorry but i DO love you guys. please do go and read their stories, and send them all the fucking love in the world!! they do have so many amazing stories on their masterlist you will not be able to sleep tonight!!!

authors mentioned in this post THAT YOU NEED TO CHECK OUT!!: @icallhimjoey @ghostinthebackofyourhead @inknopewetrust @storiesbyrhi @ghost-proofbaby @blue-mossbird @lovebugism @plumxwrites @loveshotzz @boomhauer

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fan fic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn fan fiction

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 1 year

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I Really, Really Wanna Love You (But I can't say the word I want to, cause they won’t play it on the radio)

Part 3 of Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car)

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Description: You've been dating Jake Seresin for three months and while they've been fantastic, you can't help feeling a bit unsatisfied with how intimate you are with each other. Jake's the consummate gentleman, always opening the door for you, pulling your chair out, and walking you places with his hand at the small of your back. And the kisses? The kisses make you weak, literally, at the knees. But he always stops you before it can get any further. When he asks you to put on something special for a fancy dinner, you plot to get him exactly where you want him; in your bed and in your arms, all night long.

Disclaimer: Insecurities on the part of Gorgeous Girl, Miscommunication, Smut, Blow Jobs, P-in-V Sex, Smut,

Warnings: afab!reader

Word Count: 6063

A/N: This is the third chapter to Sometimes All You Need (A Getaway Car). It picks up three months after Gorgeous Girl and Jake first meet and have their first date together. This is officially when we make the jump from kissing to smut, so I'm going to say it once again. MINORS DNI. ANY BLANK OR AGELESS BLOGS INTERACTING WITH THIS BLOG WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ ONLY. This chapter is a lot of smut with some plot involved. There is some mis-communication going on between Jake and GG, but as expected from the sweetest, sexiest man in existence he makes it all better. This chapter is sponsored by the song LOVE U by Monsta X (who I pull the title from) and Glen Powell in the black-on-black suit he wore for one of the Devotion Premiere events late last year. He's honestly the best muse a girl could ask for. I have a billion kisses for the amazing @pumpkinfairybun, my bestie and loml for proofreading 6k of smut for me!

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You’ve officially been dating Jake Seresin for three months, and they’ve been fantastic, except for one thing. He’s the consummate gentleman who’s always opening the door for you, pulling your chair out, and walking you places with his hand at the small of your back. And the kisses? The kisses make you weak, literally, at the knees. But he always stops you before it can get any further. You’ve had to work your way up to touch his bare chest, and the only time you managed that was when you were out on the beach, and he hefted you up to throw you in the water. You had clutched at him as he swooped you into the cool ocean water in the heat of a typical San Diego summer and squealed when a wave had nearly swept your feet out from under you. He’d pulled you against his chest, kissing you as the wave dissipated before setting you down on your feet. That had been your fourth date, a picnic on the beach complete with sunscreen, swimsuits, and sunglasses.

You had been on many dates after that, and each night you’d ended up alone in your bed, fingers furiously working at your clit while wishing he was there with you, that it was his hands and mouth getting you off. You’d dropped all of the hints. Inviting Jake in for coffee had worked to get him as far as the sofa in your living room. Make-out sessions resulted in you in his lap, moaning into his mouth while trying desperately to get his hands under your top, dress, or skirt, all to no avail. He always stopped you, carefully pushing you away from the tent in his pants while his eyes darkened with arousal. He wanted you, and he couldn’t hide that from you. But he refused to do anything about it. And you had finally had enough. You wanted Jake Seresin in every way possible, and you’d go to any means to get him exactly how you wanted him, too.

He’d told you to wear something fancy for a dinner date, and that was when you’d begun plotting. You started by shopping with Callie and her new girlfriend, another aviator in the squadron, Natasha. They were both the sexiest women you knew and exuded sex appeal even while surrounded by men all day long. Thanks to Callie, Natasha also knew every salacious detail, or lack thereof, about your relationship with Jake. She also had the benefit of knowing Jake through her career with the Navy as well. So as far as you were concerned, you had an inside woman into ways to make Jake drool. Or at least, that was your rationale a few days before your date when you met Callie and Natasha at a boutique downtown to shop for your dress, lingerie, and shoes. Lingerie shopping was about as you expected. You must have tried on a dozen different sets and then stood shivering in the shop A/C, half-naked, twirling inanely in circles as Callie and Nat, as she’d asked you to call her, analyzed each set. They’d vetoed each set you’d tried on in your size, and you were starting to get frustrated. At least until Callie had tossed you one final set over the top of the fitting room door.

It was a strappy, black lace push-up bra and lacy panties. They felt buttery soft on your skin, and you looked and felt amazing in them. When you walked out, the wolf whistles you got from Callie and Nat sealed the decision. Even the price tag didn’t detract from your choice. The tiny little bag holding your purchase made you smile as you picked out the perfect dress and shoes. Nat and Callie also talked you into getting your hair and nails done. So you were primped, primed, and shaved all over on the night you hoped would be the date. You do your hair first, sticking with simple curls that glisten in the light, followed by natural makeup. You then carefully slip into the lingerie, pulling at it until it lays perfectly flat against your skin. You look incredible if you do say so yourself. The shoes make your legs look miles long, and you’ve just slipped into the dress and zipped it up halfway when the doorbell rings. You carefully step down the stairs in the sky-high heels you’d picked and open the door to Jake, looking the most handsome you’ve seen him yet in fitted black slacks, a crisp black button-down shirt, and a blazer. He is coiffed without a hair out of place, and a polished watch gleams on his wrist.

“Hi, Jake!” you’re smiling as you gesture to him to come in. “Give me two minutes to put on my lipstick and grab my clutch and jacket, as well as a hand zipping up this dress, and I’m ready to go.”

“Sure, beautiful,” he’s smiling too, that soft grin he only uses with you as you turn to grab your clutch and slip your phone into it. What you aren’t expecting as you face the small table in your foyer is the hands carefully pushing your hair over your shoulder. They linger on your skin, sending trails of heat over you as they smooth over the lacy garments under the dress.

“Fuck, gorgeous,” he’s groaning, hands hot against your skin, eyes darkening in the mirror in your foyer as he looms over you.

“What’s this little thing you’re wearing under this dress?”

You shrug with a mischievous grin as you stare into his eyes in the reflection. “It could be lingerie. I guess you’ll have to find out.”

Now it’s your turn to gasp as he presses a kiss against the base of your neck while zipping the dress up. You can feel his smile against your skin as he kisses you in the same spot again. You turn in his arms and peck his lips, purposefully keeping the press of lips chaste.

“Dinner? I’m ready to go if you are Jake!” You’re grinning at the betrayed look on his face as you step away, pursing your lips in the mirror as you swipe your preferred burgundy shade on, and shrug on your jacket.

“Dinner, gorgeous girl.” His eyes promise something special after dinner, which is what you want.

You’re laughing and chatting happily with him as he opens the door to his truck and helps you into the passenger seat. The only indication that he’s still keyed up from the glimpse of your lingerie is the hand on your bare thigh through the slit of your dress, achingly close to where you want him but not quite there. His chivalrous mask is cracking already, and you cannot wait to see what happens when it finally crumbles off.

Jake’s managed to get reservations at Nobu, and you’re impressed by his chopstick etiquette as you both enjoy the sumptuous omakase meal. Partway through the meal, with a sip of sake, you push the game's stakes higher and slide your heel up his thigh. He nearly chokes on his sake as you teasingly massage his cock with your foot. You’re pleased to see the heat in his eyes. But you’re more insulted at the feeling of his hand on your foot, stopping you and carefully setting your foot back down. You can feel your smile flagging, chest aching at the thought of all the effort you’d made to make him want you like you wanted him. That one action dampens the mood for the rest of the meal, and though you’re trying to smile at him and participate in the conversation, you’re sure he can tell how frustrated and stupid you feel. It isn’t until Jake has paid, for once without your protests, and you’re back in the truck, that the tension boils over.

“Jake?” Your voice is calm, calmer than you expected when you start talking. “At dinner, when I tried to play footsie with you, did I do something wrong?” You can feel your voice quivering as you continue.

“I wanted to show you that I want you. I love that you’re a gentleman, but I also want you to desire me. I’ve wanted you to desire me for a long time now!” You’re sniffling, trying to keep from sobbing completely.

“And it hurts so badly that you push me away when we start to get intimate. I bought lingerie for you! I shaved everything, bought this dress and these heels, all for you, and it’s still not enough! When will I be enough for you? Will I ever be enough for you?”

It’s silent in the car. You’re blinking back tears while staring out the window. Even the radio isn’t on to punctuate the hush. You glance sideways every once in a while to see his eyes only on the road. His jaw is clenched on another one of his toothpicks, knuckles white against the steering wheel, biceps bulging in the fitted blazer as he continues to drive you home. This is the end of this relationship, the best one you’ve ever had. And you tanked it by being too horny, too needy. He’s livid, and you can tell. He pulls the truck into your driveway, exits, and yanks your door open. He’s an ominous presence looming over your shoulder as you unlock the door and step in, letting him through after you.

“Goodnight, Jake.” Your voice is thick with tears as you collapse onto the bench in your foyer and struggle to undo the straps on your shoes. You can feel his sigh across the top of your foot as he kneels before you and frees each foot from its heel. He then stands and carefully pulls you into his arms. Crushed against his chest and surrounded by the scent of his cologne, you can’t help the sobs that shake your body. He’s tender, soothingly massaging your back as your tears finally taper off. Thankfully you’d managed to keep your makeup from smearing all over in your crying fit.

“Now that you’ve gotten all your tears out, can I talk to you, beautiful?” His voice is soft. You can feel the hourglass run out on this relationship. You can only nod like you’re expecting the oncoming train wreck to plow through you. You both strip off your outerwear, laying the garments on the bench you were just sitting on. Jake takes your hand and pulls you into your living room, pushing you to sit on your sofa. You watch him as he fills a glass of water and makes you drink it. He doesn’t speak until you’ve set the empty glass on the coffee table and finished patting your tears away with a tissue.

“What, sweetheart, makes you think that I don’t want you?” His brow is furrowed as he speaks, settling onto the sofa. “I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you’re not ready for.”

“And what about tonight? I pulled out all of the stops. I bought everything I’m wearing for you to take off!” you huff.

“Sweets, I had to stop you at the restaurant because if I hadn’t, I would’ve cum in my pants like a teenager. I never meant to hurt you. I should’ve told you the truth. I want you so much.” His smile is sheepish as he musses up his hair. “I just wanted you to make the first move. And then when that move came, it was too much for me to handle.”

“Jake,” You’re sheepishly grinning yourself, “I should’ve told you how I felt too. We could have been incandescently happy if I had just told you what I wanted. I feel so stupid.” You settle back against the cushions and intertwine your fingers with his. All the anger and embarrassment fade as you sit slumped against each other and unwind. It feels comfortable sitting in silence with Jake.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He sounds exhausted. “I’d understand if you don’t want to see me again.” His words send a jolt of unease through you. You don’t want to stop seeing him. You never want to stop seeing him. You never expected your insecurities to make him feel so bad, so unsure about what you feel for him. It aches in your chest, the thought of seeing him with someone else, making someone else feel as happy as he makes you.

“Jake, I don’t want to stop seeing you.” Your words fail you, and instead of trying to express the jumbled mess that is your emotions and feelings for Jake, you settle for kissing him. You pull away, staring into his eyes, “I know it’s probably too soon to say it, but I’m fairly sure I am falling in love with you.”

His eyes widen, mouth slackening in shock, before clearing his throat. “Gorgeous, it’s not too soon. I’ve wanted to tell you I love you for a while too.”

At his smile, you kiss him again, using just enough teeth and tongue to deepen the kiss into make-out territory. You’re gratified to feel him pull you closer when you slip into his lap. You’re both grinning as you kiss each other, teeth clashing. But before long, the kisses you're sharing have left chaste behind and become filthy wet hot things that send heat ricocheting to the apex of your thighs. Jake is similarly affected if the groan he lets out as you grind your core over his bulge is an indication.

He drags you into one more filthy kiss, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other pulls the zip on your dress down to the base of your spine. His mouth sends goosebumps over your skin, making you moan his name. Jake pushes the straps of your dress off your shoulders while lavishing kisses down the column of your throat. His sigh of appreciation is like music to your ears when he finally catches the sight of your soft skin framed in obsidian lace.

"Fuck, gorgeous girl." His mouth is wet against the swell of your breasts as he peppers kisses over them, sucking gently to place hickeys against your decolletage. "You look so beautiful in this lingerie. If I'd known this is what you were wearing under your dress, I would've never let you out of the house." He tugs you back into another kiss but groans when you drag your fingers through his hair and pull him away using your grip on the golden strands.

He's a vision sitting on your sofa when you step out of reach of his hands and let your dress pool to the ground around your feet. His hair is mussed, his lips spit slicked and wet, and traces of your lipstick are smeared over his mouth. He looks claimed, marked as yours. The arousal in his eyes strengthens when you drape his discarded blazer around your shoulders and beckon for him to follow you as you pad your way up the stairs to your bedroom. He catches up outside your bedroom door and turns you to face him again. He pushes the jacket off your shoulders and smashes his mouth to yours.

"Jump." He growls against your mouth, and you feel even more arousal seep, sickly sweet, through your veins when he catches you and presses you against the wall. You shudder against him as he kisses down your throat, hands working in tandem at your back to free your breasts from their lace prison. After he's flung the bra away, he drags his tongue over your breasts, drawing one into his mouth. His mouth feels incredible against your peaked, hard nipples; the licking, biting, and sucking sending frissons of pleasure down your spine. You're so consumed by Jake and the wet heat of his tongue that you don't notice you're in your room until he places you on your bed with a kiss to your sternum.

"Sweetheart," his voice is rough with arousal, "I'm feeling a bit overdressed. Would you help me take off my clothes?"

You scramble up to your knees and off the bed. Now it's your turn to touch and worship his skin. You undo each button of his shirt, shoving it off his shoulders while peppering kisses across his pecs and letting your teeth and tongue catch on the ridges of his abs. Jake’s eyes are blown wide, only the thinnest ring of emerald left when you fall to your knees and undo the button for his slacks. He steps out of them and groans when you press kisses against the wet spot in his boxers. You slip your hand in and gasp at the feeling of him. He's thick and hot, skin velvety as you free him from the constricting fabric and lick a stripe up his length. There are already pearls of pre-cum drooling from the tip, bursting bitter and salty-sweet on your tongue as you lick at his flushed length and stroke him with both hands wrapped around him. Your mouth floods with saliva at the thought of him in your mouth. You start slowly, enveloping just the tip. You drag your tongue gently across the underside of his cock and flick it languidly over the ridge under the head.

“Sweet girl, don’t tease,” he groans when you pull away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to the tip of his dick. The groan transitions into a full moan when you blow cool air over his flushed cock and draw him back into your mouth deeper than before. The muscles of his thighs twitch as you set a frantic pace, throat relaxing as you suck on his dick. The final straw for his control is when you peer up through your eyelashes at him with your mouth stretched obscenely around his cock.

“Gorgeous,” he’s panting, chest heaving, and muscles tense, looking down at you, “can I fuck your mouth?”

At your nod, he pulls you up into a filthy kiss, during which he drags the sopping lace of your panties off before pulling your hair into a loose ponytail at the base of your neck, keeping his hand cradled against your skull. You drop back to your knees in front of him, mouth open and glistening with saliva as he feeds you his cock. He starts slow, pistoning his hips gently, only speeding up and deepening his thrusts when you cradle his balls with your hands. Soon he’s fucking your mouth in earnest. A burn sets into your jaw at the strain, but you don’t even notice, consumed by Jake and your growing arousal.

“Baby …… sweetheart…… gonna come,” he’s grunting, the words barely clear. “Can I come in your mouth?” He’s still trying to be courteous, asking you for permission like that. Your only response is to suckle rougher at the mushroom tip of his cock. With a choked-off moan, he’s coming down your throat, cock twitching with the force of his release. His eyes are heavy-lidded as he slowly pulls his still-hard length from your mouth and drags you into a kiss. He doesn’t mind the taste of his cum still on your tongue if the moan that rumbles through his chest is proof.

“Jake,” your voice is rough, “I want you.” Your arms are wrapped around his neck, caressing the short hairs at the base of his neck as you breathe into his mouth, lips slanted against each other. His hands are pressed against your ass and across your back. You breathe in the scent of his cologne mixed with his musk as your heart rate slows, and you grow accustomed to feeling his skin against yours.

“Bed, sweetheart,” he murmurs, feathering one last kiss against your lips before tossing you onto the bed and covering your body with his. You let him take control, peppering your skin with wet hot kisses as he likes, tasting every inch as he goes. He lavishes more attention against your breasts, rolling a pebbled nipple with his calloused fingers while lapping at the other. Each caress sends heat shooting to your core. It seems both forever and too soon until he’s finally settled between your thighs, leaving the marks of his love across your skin, his broad shoulders holding your thighs apart as he gazes adoringly at your wet folds.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful, my gorgeous girl.” That damned Texan drawl is back in full force as he speaks, drawing a finger through your slick folds and flicking his tongue out to taste.

“And you taste so sweet.” You can’t respond when he’s dipped his head to lick a stripe over your folds. The sensations make you moan, grasping at his hair with one of your hands while clutching at his rock-hard forearm wrapped around your hips with the other. He sets upon eating you out like a man starved. His fingers dip into you, massaging your tight walls until he finds the spongy spot that makes you tug at his hair and see stars. The wet heat of his tongue as he traces figure eights over your clit doesn’t help either. He’s only been making you moan his name for a few minutes when you feel the coil in your gut tighten. You’re only moments from cumming, harder than you ever have.

“Jake … Jake … Jake!” You chant his name as you tug on his hair to get his attention. He pulls away from your weeping cunt with a wet kiss on your mound before sliding up to face you. His mouth and chin are coated in your arousal.

“What is it, sweets? Did something not make you feel good?” He’s still your gentleman, even buck-naked with his hard cock pressing against you. You tug him into a kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

“No, Jay,” your voice is soft as you drape your arms around his neck. “Was gonna come. Wanted to give you a warning.” He presses his fingers back into your wet cunt, grinning at how you moan under him. You drag his mouth back to yours in a messy kiss that is all teeth, tongue, and saliva. He scissors his fingers in you, making you moan and arch your back until your hard nipples brush against his chest.

“Baby,” his voice is velvet soft as he fucks you mercilessly with his fingers. You’re writhing under him, hips chasing his hand as he pumps it in and out of you, “cum for me. My beautiful girlfriend. Wanna make you cum. Wanna see you cum.”

“Jake!” Your breathy moans fill the air as he draws your orgasm closer.

“Jake!” You’re screaming his name with each press of his fingers, rapidly crashing toward your orgasm. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you come with a silent scream. He finger-fucks you through the entirety of your release, stopping only when you begin to push at the hand between your legs. He’s trying to kill you, is all you can think when he pulls his hand away and licks your slick from his fingers.

“Jay?”

He grins that panty-dropping heart-stopping grin when you call his name.

“Hiya, gorgeous. How do you feel? Are you hurting? Do you need anything?” He’s beside himself, trying to make sure you’re okay.

You chuckle, pressing a kiss against his jaw, “I’m fine, Jay. Better than. You could even say that I’m good. Very good.”

He’s chuckling, too, as he turns the both of you over until your head is pillowed against his chest. His hands trail lazy circles across your back as you feel sweat cool against your skin.

“Jay?” He asks once you’ve both caught your breath.

“Yeah,” you smile, pressing a kiss over his heart, “a nickname for you. I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all, darlin’.” You can feel the rumble of his voice in his chest from your spot draped over him. He’s still hard against your thigh, and the feeling of his cock against your skin sends a low level of arousal shooting through you. You slide over him, straddling his waist and pushing his hands up, intertwining your fingers with his own.

“Now, what are you doing, sweetheart?”

You kiss the smirk off of his face and stroke his cock gently.

“Well, Cowboy, I was thinking of giving you a ride. You game?” Your smirk rivals his own as you sit perched against his chest. His big hands rest on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles on your skin.

“I guess I could oblige if a little lady wanted to go for a ride.” His voice is all southern charm as he looks up into your face. “Do you have a condom, baby doll? Cause I have a few in my wallet.”

You kiss him before finding his discarded slacks and pulling out his wallet and the condoms he mentioned. He’s posed alluringly amongst the mussed sheets of your bed when you turn back to the bed.

“Who’re you trying to charm, huh?” You ask Jake, leaving the condoms at the head of the bed as you try to get him onto his back again. He’s tickling you now, your laughter leaving you breathless as you try desperately to escape his fingers.

“Jake! I thought you promised me a ride, handsome?”

He finally lets you manhandle him onto his back with your fingers intertwined. Now, he’s eager to comply, especially when, as you reach for the condoms, it leaves your breasts against his face. Right in range for him to get his mouth on them. You let Jake mouth at your skin for a moment before pulling away, condoms in hand.

“Jay…” You carefully run your fingers through his hair, tipping his jaw to slant your mouth down to his. “Let me take control. Can I make you feel good? Please let me make you feel good?”

“Doll, you can do whatever you want with me. I promise I’ll like it all.” God, his voice sounds like pure sex — throaty and gorgeous. You kiss him just for those sweet words and rip a condom open. He groans as you carefully roll the condom down his flushed length. You slowly pump your hand over him twice more before guiding him into you. You’ve only got his tip in you, and he already makes you feel so full. He’s so thick!

“Take it slow, beautiful. We’ve got all the time in the world.” He’s massaging your hips again, big calloused hands tender on your skin. You kiss him until you can feel the stretch ease, glad you’re wetter than ever. Setting your hands on his stomach, you start bouncing on his cock. You’re slow, enjoying the drag of his length in you and the look on his face. He’s blushing, and you can see the blush going down his chest as you pick up the pace. You can already feel the pressure in your core, your second orgasm building faster and harder than the first. Jake’s got his head thrown back, babbling praises and how much he loves you as you tip forward and leave your own marks against his neck. You can feel sweat trickle down your neck and between your breasts as you bounce, your thighs tensing and aching with each subsequent thrust. Jake sits up and cradles you against his chest, kissing you first and then sharing breaths as he helps you bounce on his length. The last straw for you is when he uses his fingers to gather some of your mixed arousals at the base of his cock and rubs your clit. You cum hard, seeing stars, cunt clenching tight on his length. Only a few stuttering thrusts of his hips later, you feel him follow you over the cliff into his orgasm after you.

You return to yourself slowly. A warm washcloth runs over your skin and your tender core.

“Jake,” Your voice is hoarse. He brushes your sweat-damp hair out of your face before kissing you. He’s already wearing his boxers, which is a crying shame, even if your sexual appetite is fully sated.

“Doll, you are a vision.” His voice is gentle as he finishes wiping both of your mixed arousals from your skin. “How do you feel?”

“I’m a little sore.” You stretch before crawling into his lap and kissing his throat. He cradles you to his chest. “I like when you call me Doll, by the way.”

“Doll just seemed like the perfect thing to call you at the moment,” he’s grinning, loose and relaxed, “Especially with how you looked bouncing on my dick like that.” He kisses the crown of your head before continuing, “I took the liberty of drawing you a bath and can help you get into it.”

“Jay, you might have to carry me.” Your smile is rueful. “You fucked all the strength out of my legs. And I need a few moments in the bathroom alone. After, though, that bath sounds amazing, especially if you’ll join me?”

“I’ve got you, beautiful. You won’t get a UTI on my watch.”

He stands easily, shuffling you until you’re in a bridal carry in his arms. You peck his jaw as he carefully sets you down at the threshold of the bathroom door and closes the door, leaving just a crack.

“Call for me when you need me, doll.”

You feel as weak as a newborn colt as you carefully take care of business and tie your hair into a bun. The bathtub is full of a mountain of bubbles, steam rising from the hot water in waves. You can’t stifle your pleased gasp as you settle into the water, letting it soothe every muscle in your body. You can feel every limb grow heavy, and your eyes close.

“Hey, sweetheart, feel good?” Jake’s voice sounds amused, and so does his face when you force your eyes open. You must have been dozing in the hot water, but thankfully, it hasn’t been too long since the water is still hot.

“Sorry, Jay,” you murmur, yawning so hard your jaw cracks, “I guess I fell asleep.”

“It’s alright, doll. You still want me in there with you?”

He chuckles when you make grabby hands at him but complies, taking his boxers off and stepping into the tub behind you. His hands gently trace your thighs, stomach, and breasts, drawing you to sit comfortably against his chest. You tip your head back, eyes fluttering closed, and wrap your arms around the hand he has against your breast.

“Don’t fall asleep on me again, sweetheart!” Jake’s voice is a pleasant rumble against your skin as you lazily press a kiss against his jaw.

“Not sleeping. Just resting my eyes.” Your voice is whisper soft as he turns you so you’re slumped over his lap and against his chest.

“Doll, you gotta help me get us all cleaned up and in bed.” His voice is tender and cajoling as he kisses you. Your limbs feel heavy and sluggish, but you do your best to move for him. It’s obvious to you both that you won’t do more than paw clumsily at his chest in your sleepy haze. Jake takes matters into his own hands and wakes you up, though, when his fingers trail teasingly through your sensitive folds. He's grinning wickedly as you jolt in his arms at the sudden overstimulation.

"Jay!" Your voice is all petulant whine as you tug his hands away from your tender core. "I'm awake. I'm awake." He's unrepentant, pulling you flush until you are chest to chest. The both of you relax in the hot bath water, muscles loosening as time passes. The water's just getting cold when you peck his smirking lips and murmur, "Shall we take this to the shower instead?"

"Only if you promise you can stand on your own two feet for me, Baby Doll. Gotta get my messy girl all clean before bed."

Getting called 'his' sends a silly fond grin to your mouth as you pull the plug and carefully step out. You're setting the shower to your liking, hair in loose waves down your back when he steps in after you, the water hot as it beats a tattoo on your skin.

"God, sweetheart." His voice is quietly amused, "You're one of those crazy girls who like their shower hotter than the surface of the sun, aren't you?"

You shrug one shoulder in response and set to lathering yourself up with your favorite citrus body wash. A thick arm knocks your hands away, taking their place on your skin. Jake squeezes you close tenderly before turning the water temperature down and pushing you gently under the spray. He massages shampoo into your hair and soap over your skin; the pressure and feeling of his hands are perfect when combined with the warm water.

"I've got you, sweets." Jake presses a kiss against your shoulder before taking his turn under the spray while your conditioner soaks in. Now it’s your turn to touch, tracing the streams of water as they cascade over his muscular chest and rigid abs with your soap-covered hands. His eyes flutter closed as you shampoo his hair, blunt nails scratching at his scalp as he lifts you so you can reach. Jake kisses your sternum softly, but there is no heat or intention behind the caress. You're too lazy and sated for more than chaste kisses, loving words, and skin-to-skin contact as you rinse off. After you're clean, you stand in the stream of hot water, holding each other. Several long moments pass before you step out, exhaustion fogging every movement. Jake gently towels your skin and hair dry before helping you into a fresh pair of cotton panties. At your pout, he lifts you onto the counter so you can return the favor, drying his hair just as gently as he'd dried yours.

The atmosphere is syrupy sweet as the two of you weave around your bathroom like you've been doing it all your lives. It's a coordinated dance of smiles and gentle caresses as you fetch a toothbrush for Jake to use. He smiles tenderly at you, toothpaste staining the corner of his mouth as you stand side by side at the sink and brush your teeth. The quiet domesticity of the moment sinks like a sip of hot tea into your chest, warming every inch of you. He feels right in your house and life like he belongs with you. That belonging feeling intensifies when you flop gracelessly onto the clean sheets Jake had changed as you were dozing in the tub. They feel heavenly against your skin when Jake lies down next to you, manhandles you to curl into him, and draws the covers up to surround you. You fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart, dreams sweet, and thoughts sweeter.

Love is waking up in the morning to the smell of coffee and Fleetwood Mac drifting through the house. Love is wearing your boyfriend’s shirt and walking into the kitchen to see him singing and dancing to the music blaring from the speakers on the kitchen counter in his boxers, bedhead on full display, using a spatula as a microphone while breakfast sizzles on the stove. Love is the sound of his voice, deep and smooth in the morning when you've both just woken up. Love is the grin on his face as he hands you a mug of coffee prepared just how you like. Love is kissing him in thanks and again because you want to.

It’s in how he has breakfast ready for you moments after you walk downstairs. It’s in how he feeds you all the blueberries on his plate because they’re your favorite fruit. It’s in the slow kisses you share that taste of sweet maple syrup, smokey bacon, and dark, rich coffee. It’s how you sit with your legs sprawled over his lap, chatting at the kitchen table long after all the food is gone. But above all, love for you is Jake Seresin on a Sunday morning in the fall when he’s golden in the weak sunshine and golden in your heart.

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hii!! do you have any headcanons/thoughts/woteva about transfem felix? also your blog is incredible, peace and love <3

of course i have thoughts about transfem! fem + thank you so much for liking my blog!!!! you’re so kind,, peace & love sent your way as well 💕🌟

- has always felt dysphoric about her height since she’s so tall and she’s always been the tallest person in her class though once college started she kinda just accepted her height& how it won’t change lol

- first started realizing signs of her feeling “different” from all the other boys in her class when she would gravitate towards hanging out with the girls in her classes, playing with different toys (literally throwing temper tantrums if she didn’t have the same toys / ability to play dress up with venetia), etc

- dysphoria really started hitting when puberty & middle school started…was always popular and thought to be a “ladies man” by his peers and teachers even though she would only hangout with girls / talk to them about typical “girly things” + having small little crushes on boys she would keep to herself

- venetia was the first person she came out to!! they’ve been close since birth so it was kinda impossible not to tell her,, probably told her after coming home from school (first time she was ever ridiculed for being “too feminine” or a “fairy” etc) and of course venetia listened and comforted her like a good sister would + she always wanted a sister anyway

- as time progresses felix starts growing out her hair a little longer, not thing too long, but shoulder length so she could start tucking hair behind her hair + wear headbands whenever it got too hot outside (no one in her inner circle really questioned it that much, of course there were some bad people though venetia taught felix to really start standing up for herself not letting “those” comments get to her”

- sometimes when it’s late at night (during the summer before meeting ollie) felix sneaks off to venetia’s room where she can snoop around and play with her makeup and clothes,, of course the clothes don’t really fit properly but being able to see herself in something she truly feels more comfortable in helps a lot

- starts to go out shopping with elspeth for more flowy linen shirts, maybe even snagging some from the women’s section to try things out in the name of “fashion” and of course elspeth is fine with it, she was a “fashionista” back in her day, and would ultimately kill felix if she dressed in anything “ill-fitting / drab” (aka no poor people clothes LOL) also felix’s gender isn’t really questioned by his parents all too much?? elspeth knew felix was always different but never felt any sort of way once she started noticing her “son” isn’t really her “son” if you know what i mean

- also (if this wasn’t obvious) felix is fine with her birth name! she doesn’t really get dysphoric from it, only ever really feeling insecure about her body hair & muscles (but i mean the people around her aren’t really complaining about how nice her body looks so she’s kinda okay with it,, she is felix catton after all lmao biggest attention whore of all time)

- manages to dress femininely without being “clocked” for being trans if that makes sense?? like ever since venetia helped her with standing up for herself she doesn’t really take shit from anyone plus no one can really say anything about her because of her status.. for example flowy women’s shirts, button ups etc are always in rotation in her wardrobe same with baggy pants because she really couldn’t be bothered lol though dressing up for dinner is quite literally the bane of her existence

- when first meeting ollie she is essentially head over heels (converse lol) because how could she not be? like ollie is the perfect example of a “save me” “my life is so tragic” story felix essentially gets off on it + she finds him extremely cute

- big jump to when it’s the summer of saltburn and the two are extremely close ollie discloses how he’s trans and felix feels so comforted!! because finally! FINALLY! she’s met someone else who is like her and really can understand what it’s like (to an extent since she’s more of a social butterfly than ollie is)

- cue felix properly trying on a well fitting dress in front of ollie for a party that’s being hosted at saltburn (i don’t know the theme though i know i want to see felix in a dress experiencing the biggest gender euphoria moment known to man) and she is just over the moon!!!!! her and ollie probably sneak off somewhere (even though everyone wants to be with felix) to talk more abt their experiences with gender, getting drunk, and ultimately making out against some wall of some kind)

- loves the way how ollie makes her feel when they are making out,, just treating her so gently yet not feeling scared to take control and hold onto felix’s waist & bite her lip and she’s never EVER had an encounter like this with someone else so being able to share it with ollie is just so special…ollie probably slots his leg between felix’s as they grind on each other making the most delicious sounds everrrrrrrrrr

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14. ‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’

You’re currently having an extreme battle of wills with Mal. The two of you stand on opposite sides of your hotel room, staring at each other. Nobody dares to look away first.

Finally, Mal sighs and breaks eye contact.

“Y/N/N, this is ridiculous. You’re not going to practice.”

“Mal, I told you that I am perfectly fine. There’s no reason for me not to go to practice.”

“You were wheezing in your sleep, is that not enough of a reason? I was literally up half of the night listening to you so you didn’t stop breathing.”

“You’re just making that up,” you argue back, “you must be. I’m standing here, totally fine.”

Your body betrays you at this moment though. Before Mal could respond to your argument, you surrender to a coughing fit. Your chest heaves as your body tries to rid itself of a lung, your face turning red from effort. Mal takes pity on you, grabbing a cool water bottle from the fridge, cracking it open before she gently hands it to you. You gratefully take it, trying to sip it in between coughs. Once you manage to calm your lungs, you allow yourself a few full mouthfuls of water to soothe your throat.

“Still think you’re totally fine?” Mal asks, an eyebrow raised.

You simply glare back at her.

“Buddy, you don’t have to be fine,” she tries to reassure you, “it’s okay to be sick. Why don’t you just stay at the hotel and get some rest? I’ll tell the coaches that you’ll be missing practice.”

“I might be a teeny tiny bit sick, but it’s fine. I caught some bug going around the team last week. Everyone managed to get over it in a few days, I just can’t kick this cough.”

Mal makes a sympathetic noise, “I’m sorry. But you know that your lungs aren’t quite right, sometimes they need a little extra time to recover. Give them a chance to fix themselves.”

“I know, I just want it to be over with. I hate practicing like this, especially at camp.”

“You can skip today, nobody would think less of you. I’m sure they’ve been able to hear your coughing through the walls, I doubt anyone would be surprised if you didn’t feel up to practice.”

“You know I’m going to go, I’m not missing this.”

Mal laughs, “I know. I figured it was worth a shot to convince you to sit out. I’ll need you to promise the older girls that I tried to make you stay back. Kay?”

“Yes ma’am, that’s a deal.”

“Make sure you pack your inhaler and actually use it. And tell me if your chest gets tight. And show some restraint, please.”

You nod, quickly grabbing your bag and heading towards the door. You were ready to practice and you didn’t want to be late. You’re about to reach for the knob when a voice stops you.

“Y/N?” Mal asks.

You turn around, a questioning look on your face.

“Forget something? Something important.”

You quickly dig through your bag, realizing what you’re missing. You look up just in time to see Mal grabbing your inhaler off of the nightstand and wiggling it at you.

“Sorry Mal,” you apologize, “I thought it was in my bag already. I promise.”

She tosses it to you and you quickly shove it into the correct pocket of your bag.

“That’s probably my fault actually. Your breathing really freaked me out last night, I put your inhaler next to you just in case you needed to use it.”

You smile, genuinely touched by how kind your teammates are. “Thanks Mal!”

She picks up her own bag, meeting you by the door. Throwing an arm around your shoulder, she opens the door and the two of you begin heading to the elevator.

“You know, it’s so hard being a single mother, especially a single mother to a medically complex kid. You’ll never understand how much I do for you,” she teases you, smiling slightly when you laugh.

Laughing was good. Laughing meant that, not only were you in a good mood, but that you had enough air in your lungs to show the good mood.

“Mal, you’re like 6 years older than me on a good day, you’re definitely not my mother. Also, you're almost married, so not single either. It’s sounding to me like you’ve got a pretty easy life, maybe I should spice it up.”

You wiggle your eyebrows at the last sentence. Or, more accurately, you attempted to wiggle your eyebrows and failed miserably. Mal bursts into laughter at your attempt and you feign a look of shock at her reaction.

“Come on. We need to go show everyone how you do that before practice.”

With that, she bypasses the extremely slow elevator and begins pulling you down the stairs.

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LO RANT:

I want everyone and their mama to remember that Persephone isn’t actually a grown up. She’s forever fucking 19, I swear I face palm myself every time someone tries to bring that up. Everyone wondering why Demeter is so desperate to stop Persephone going through with this is insane to me because the way I see it Demeter is witnessing her forever teenaged daughter get whisked away into marriage with a man THOUSANDS of years older than her, who in the past has treated her like dog shit and black balled her attempts of rightfully getting title as queen of the mortal realm, has treated women like absolute objects to sexualize and show off to his brothers, abuses his power as king and boss of everyone in the underworld, has shown to have very violent and abusive behaviors and tendencies, has obvious dependency issues, is very obsessive, greedy, gaslighting, manipulating, has a fetish for flower nymphs which Persephone produces and has been stated by the comic to look like them, openly accepts unpaid labor from innocent souls he exploits, and honestly the list goes on.

Bottom line is I have no clue why everyone is not on Demeter’s side. Excluding that stupid ass intervention cause I’ll be honest I don’t even believe that’s actual Demeter, that was literally just a filler chapter to make us ship Persephone and Hades like Persephone isn’t going to be in a dangerous relationship with this man who barely knows her and wants to get to know her. Reread that entire fucking paragraph again you guys because half of it was me stating things that Hades does, so why is he husband of the year again? He doesn’t do anything good for Persephone and he doesn’t even try and change for her. All the changes has been coming from Persephone and her brain isn’t even fully developed yet. And for the folks saying that it’s not the same as humans, I don’t care cause that statement eats balls anyways, if 19 is a healthy and completely normal adult age in god years I’m pretty sure all the gods around Persephone must be fucking ancient because they’ve been there for CENTURIES. I’m sorry but I cannot and will not accept that these literal 10000 year olds will look at Persephone and not see a toddler, if I’m over 100 years old I’m not going to be standing around treating someone who’s barely 19 like some 30 year old mainly because we’re not using our moral or our time scales so that wouldn’t make sense in the first place.

But yeah, Persephone is not mature and although I’m glad some people are starting to realize it it’s still a little odd that y’all are trying to overcompensate her personality and make her seem responsible and put together when she quite literally acts like she’s never left the womb and you can’t blame it on being sheltered anymore at least at this point in the story because Persephone has the most access to knowledge and if she really strived to actually be a competent being in either the underworld or Olympus she would’ve used that smart brain of hers and did some research. She’s literally just an underdeveloped teenager who’s childish and isn’t capable of being 30 years old because physically and mentally she can never age so she’ll basically forever be barely legal. Thank you for reading this bullshit rant I hope many people see it and start realizing this because the way some people just throw the whole 30 years old thing and growth around with her character is atrocious when she’s never made a smart decision in her damn life without someone spoon feeding her the answers.

Of course Demeter would be concerned and scared of Persephone being with Hades since they’re both absolutely fucking terrible for each other and obviously a lot of the people on their “team” don’t actually give two shits about them because if they genuinely did they would’ve never let them meet in the first place.

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sokka’s treatment in lok was astonishing tbh but i’m actually glad he was dead by the time the series started bc toph being a cop??? aang being an awful dad???? they would’ve ruined him and suki’s characters lbr.

as far as any possible kids go idk we didn’t meet suyin till book 4 we barely saw izumi i think they just didn’t want to make the new series be a atla reunion plus lok was only meant to be one season so they were making that shit up as they went along lmao. and back in 2012-14?? they didn’t know themselves what happened to sukka lmao.

sokka and suki are definitely the type to break up bc of long distance but then find their way back to each other a few years later especially as they settle into their roles in life.

while bryke definitely neglect suki and sokka to some capacity also they do have a soft spot for suki after bringing her back. many don’t consider her to be team avatar but they’ve stated they do so idk ! she shows up a lot in the comics which have obv been created post-lok and it’s been said that they’ll utilise it’s plots and characters in shall see in future projects (crane fish town becoming republic city maybe??? where suki currently is working?? and sokka later lives!!)

i’m p sure suki will be in it at some capacity anyway and that there’ll stick with jennie as she’s one of the few asian og va’s. she’s doing a lot of work atm for avatar studios.

also random but i literally found out today that it’s not bryke-confirmed that mai and zuko end up together. it was a comment on a panel by the old comic writer. it’s not technically canon. izumi is the spit of mai anyway but hmm! interesting!!

btw btw suyin’s father was def a sandbending outlaw who toph had a secret relationship with that couldn’t be public bc of her role as police chief x

oo big ask ok let me break this up into different paragraphs …

fist point - one thing i will admit about lok is that it fell short in incorporating the original characters into the new series in an interesting way with enough verisimilitude (realistic-ness) that it didn’t feel like they were just throwing a popular character into an episode for the sake of it. such as the whole ‘aang is a bad dad’ thing because they under-utilised him as a mentor figure to korra and instead focused on his supposed favourite son (i have thoughts on this re. aang NOT being a ‘Bad’ dad but i will make another post on it if u are interested (or have i alr made one? i’ll make another one.))

i have to agree that they would’ve probably done something shitty to sokka or suki if they were included. especially with the entire first season of lok being about bender/non-bender equality… i can just imagine they’d make sokka say something dumb about the equalist movement being 100% Bad instead of him actually supporting some of their completely valid arguments. idk. i’m sad there’s no sukka but at the same time…. quit while ur ahead yk.

second point - sukka long distance relationship is so real ESPECIALLY during their first few years together. i can see them just kinda calling it off because of commitment issues due to their work, etc. but not ever really losing feelings. they’d be endgame tho🥰

i can absolutely see suki being in upcoming projects! especially since she and the other kyoshi warriors expanded their reach across the nations - it would be hard to ignore them completely if we’re assuming they’re including comic canon into the universe. i hope jenny returns!!

third point - yeah! how crazy that maiko as izumi’s parents isn’t canon confirmed… though she’s so clearly mai’s daughter. i wonder if mai’s role will be expanded in upcoming projects / if she’ll be featured more. hmmm.

fourth - would honestly prefer this to the theory sokka is her father lol. it kinda baffles me that TOPH became a cop.. not bc she opposes authority - there’s something different about enforcing it than there is having to follow it. i can see toph in authoritative positions, and she fits them well. but i think it baffles me moreso because why would toph even work as a COP? isn’t that boring as hell for her?? go do something awesome like probending or professional underground fighting (adult blind bandit anyone?? this would make a good fic) or literally just construction idk i feel like toph isn’t a Hard Worker type that would want to be stuck in such a rigid career.

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this... this definitely takes the cake to having one of the most unforgettable night shifts in your life. working at the convenience store near one of the most well-known entertainment company meant that you’d get accustomed to seeing celebrities and idols day in, day out. however, this would be oddly one of the firsts just as you were closing the shutters so you can begin cleaning, the frantic face that shows up is what gets you to widen your eyes and truly convince yourself you’re being mugged.

however, upon closer look and seeing the eyes staring back at you through the glass door and half-pulled shutter, it’s the way he silently begs you to be let in. stupidly, you trust your gut and this could be stranger danger in and his first instinct is to dive behind some shelves to remain hidden, peeking past the crevices to–oh shit, now you see what’s going on. before the hoard of people could suspect anything, you’re locking the door and yanking the shutter down, effectively staying invisible from anyone’s view.

when the noises from outside seem to die down, a sign that they’ve moved on, you’re able to take a breath. the stranger peeks up from where he is, moving to stand on his feet when he realises how quiet it is. as he walks over to you, standing face to face, you get a good look on his features (you know, that’s not panicked). you can’t help but glance at the poster over his shoulder and–wait–oh–oh fuck–this is–”h-hi, i’m taehyun,” he holds his hand out, a bit shy now that the world seems to just have you and him in it.

you manage a robotic nod with the soft mutter of your name, barely moving your head as your hand inches out to place in his to give him a small shake. as your hands retreat one another, he nervously rubs the back of his neck, “i just... wanted to thank you for protecting me, i mean–”he clears his throat”–for helping me, back there.”

this was where all the nerves seem to die down a little when you snort, “all i did was unlock the doors.”

he chuckles, shaking his head, “i mean, that’s still better than leaving me out there to die.”

“your face is literally on the posters here. there’s no way you’d die.”

“have you seen them out there?” he shivers, “i beg to differ.”

“if you’re so grateful for my help, i’m sure you wouldn’t mind helping me mop the floors.”

what started out as a joke, it seems like this taehyun guy isn’t kidding when he rids of his jacket and–”sure, where do i start?”

“hey, this is my job. you already have one, save some for the rest of us.”

past the initial goofy laughters, it seems like taehyun doesn’t go down without a fight when he manages to debate with you on why you should let him help you. the night ends with you two nearly making a mess of knocking the mop bucket and barely managing to close up without the complete ruckus. (and taehyun may or may not have gotten your number and smiling giddily all the way home–no, he couldn’t have walked you home because it seemed a bit much on the first night but next time... for sure)

((”yah, what took you so long? you said you were on the way home an hour ago!” kai huffs, throwing a pillow at taehyun who easily catches it with a scoff. “i had... things to do.”

kai squints his eyes, “things?” sitting up on the bed, “what things?”

“i-it’s nothing,”

“your ears are red! tell me!”

“oh my god, huening! mind your own business!”

“our business,” kai chuckles, rising from his bed to storm over to start hugging taehyun, swinging him around like a rag doll, “now c’mon–tell me, tell me, tell me!”

“oh, fine!” taehyun sighs, fishing his phone out and shows kai a text message from you which reads: ‘you’re welcome. but also thank you for helping me close up even when you didn’t have to. see you tomorrow, if you’re able to swing by. :) goodnight, taehyun.’

it takes kai five seconds to process what he’s reading. and cue three, two, one–”oh my god! tell me everything!!!”))

#qqtxt: 500 #taehyun x reader #txt taehyun #taehyun scenarios #taehyun x you #taehyun scenario #kang taehyun #kang taehyun scenarios #txt scenarios #txt x you #txt x reader #txt stories #txt #txt reactions #txt reaction

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yesimwriting · 1 year

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First Rule

A/n this is my first time writing for The Last of Us and for Joel Miller and i have not played the game!! i’ve only watched the show so far (might have to watch someone playing it on youtube or something to know what happens next sooner 😭) so if the characters feel a little off i’m sorry!!

writing new characters and finding their voice/securing their vibe is a process :))

Summary: Literally just a drabble, i debated making it longer but bc it was so impulsive i didn’t want it to get lost in the drafts and it’s pretty late rn,, i have a clear idea for a part 2 bc it was going to be longer (part 2 is the only way the title makes sense 😭) so if you’d be interested in that let me know :)) feedback sustains me

this is basically just reader meeting joel and it’s set after the pandemic/outbreak

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It’s hard to watch. The stranger did everything right enough to get by until he didn’t. Not to say that his operation was flawless, you picked up on it almost instantly, but in his defense, you know how to look. It’s as much a skill as the ability to turn a blind eye, only a lot less evolutionarily appropriate.

Because seeing often leads to thinking (or, in your case, not thinking), which leads to doing, which usually leads to the worst result of all--involvement.

So now you’re here, watching someone that’s likely a smuggler doing their best to act like they’re anything else while dealing with a FEDRA officer. You know better than most that FEDRA’s iron exterior is a poorly constructed allusion. Some like catching smugglers because of the promise of a bribe. Hell, you know some of them are regular customers.

But the man you don’t know is tense, rigid in his steady stance. And the officer’s uniform is too polished, too new and ready to be stained in blood. He’s untrustworthy.

This has nothing to do with you. The two men are in their own standoff, and you’re tucked away between two buildings, You could disappear further into the shadows, or you could just walk forward, onto the street behind them. You’re not used to being in a situation in which you really haven’t done anything wrong. Nothing to lie or feel cagey about.

You’re untethered.

With a low sigh, you give into the itch that you’ve been pretending doesn’t exist by reaching into your bag’s front pocket. The contraption feels small between your fingers, perfect for the type of distraction you’re going for. A dramatic person would call it an explosive; you like to think of it as a small set up of gun powder and a few other things. A glorified version of those snap things children used to throw at each other’s feet on Fourth of July.

You twist your body, bending your knees slightly before heaving the small cylinder over your head and far to the right. You duck down before it makes contact. The bang is effective. A sharp, crackling boom that makes your body tense.

The officer snaps his head back, looking above you. You can practically feel his thoughts. Your opinion on the Fireflies are pretty set in stone, but you can’t complain about the cover they’ve provided. Every crack, pop, and boom has anyone with authority abandoning whatever they’re doing in a second. And it’s not like you’re a monster about it. You don’t take the easy way out if you think there’s any chance that it’ll hurt someone.

After a second of weighing their options, the FEDRA officer turns sharply and runs off. You hear his footsteps disappear somewhere away from you, but you still hesitate to stand straight again. A minute passes and you decide you’re safe enough to move. You walk forward slowly, planning on running in the opposite direction of the man.

You’re out just enough to round the corner before it happens. One second you’re walking, stepping forward like normal, and the next there’s a hard touch on your arm and the wall shifts to from beside you to against your back. You thrash instinctually, stepping on the man’s foot hard enough to bruise. He curses under his breath and pushes you a little harder.

“What--” A voice that’s cutting in its irritated indifference. “What was that?”

Mind running a mile a minute, you struggle to form a sentence. You didn’t think you’d have to talk to him. It was a good dead. A hushed fuck you to one of those asshole officers.

The man pauses long enough to take you in. You imagine he doesn’t see much, because blending in and seeming harmless enough is what you know. And you’re not much--not now, cursing your recklessness and just standing there with wide eyes. His hold doesn’t exactly loosen, but his touch on your arm becomes less intense. Less demanding.

You push your back against the wall firmly and he lets you. It’s a small shift that makes no real difference, but it’s space, it’s the illusion of independence. Your eyes flit forward, meeting his. There’s a sharp crease between his eyebrows and an unforgiving focus behind his dark eyes. His features are amplified by an ingrained tiredness, but that doesn’t take away from his attractiveness.

Wow--okay, that last thought is enough to scare you out of your analysis. You tilt your chin downwards, snapping yourself out of whatever manipulative trance was. The man notices the subtle motion and drops his arm but makes no move to step away. It’s clear that you’re still caged in.

“You with the Fireflies?” The shake of your head is instinctual. “So you just have bombs you like throwi--”

“No,” It’s too defensive and you shrug within your limited space. “And that thing wasn’t a bomb. It had less gunpowder than a firework and less than a tablespoon of silver fulminate and even less ammonium nitrate.”

The explanation feels awkward and you have no idea why. It’s a fair explanation. He takes in the information and waits a beat before replying, “Why did you have a bomb?”

A correction bubbles in your chest--not a bomb. The distinction matters to you more than it should, but something about the gruffness in his voice feels more like an accusation than a question.

“Y’know I did a nice thing when I saved your ass from getting busted. A reasonable person would have just accepted that and not asked any questions.” You frown, the amount of allotted kindness in your body suddenly running low. “Actually a reasonable person would offer me a cut of whatever they’re smuggling or what they’re getting for it.”

Your statement is relatively bold. You don’t know this man, you don’t know if he’ll perceive what’s meant to be a sad attempt at a deterrent as a threat. But something in you tells you that you’re still on steady ground. That this stranger knows when there’s an actual fight.

It works, the man’s posture straightens in what you assume is his version of a bristle. Though small, the motion creates enough space for you to narrowly slip past him.

You’re free now. Free enough to run off, though some gut feeling tells you he’d keep at it if he had any reason to want to chase you. He won’t, though. Some gut feeling in your chest is sure of it. It’d be bold to call it trust, but it feels more stable than optimistic intuition. It’s an understanding.

One step backwards, you don’t turn around. Not yet. Assumed understanding or not, you’ve done enough without thinking today. He watches you back, equally silent. And then you end the standoff with a tilt of your chin.

You turn on your heels, walking forward with even paced steps. He’s given you no reason to run, and sudden, panicked movements might trigger a break in the uneasy peace.

“You make them.”

He’s not asking, but you turn just enough to shrug at him anyways.

#joel miller #the last of us #the last of us x reader #joel miller x reader #tlou #tlou x reader #tlou hbo max #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader

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galactic-magick · 1 year

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Observant: Odo x Reader

Summary: Odo has not stopped watching you and you start to figure out why.

Words: 1.1k+

Author’s Notes: Another Odo fic cuz I love the goo man :)

Every since you’ve come to Deep Space Nine, the Chief Security Officer has had his eyes on you.

He must think you don’t notice. You can feel him staring at you wherever you go, and it’s making you a little nervous. Does he suspect you of something? Have you committed a crime without realizing it?

To be fair, it didn’t start out being creepy. It started with just a few simple looks now and then, like he does with everyone. But then he began to frequent the places you go everyday at the same times, even more so than he does with Quark. His gaze is always on you during meetings regardless if you’re the one talking or not, and he goes out of his way to chat with you and ask questions about you. You don’t know him very well, and you’ve certainly never met anyone else of his species, but this behavior seems weird for anyone.

One afternoon you’re grabbing a drink at the bar, chatting with a few officers, when Quark motions for you to look behind you.

“Would you look at that, right on schedule,” he chuckles as Odo walks in.

You swiftly turn back around, “Do you know what his deal is?”

“No one ever knows what his deal is. And he certainly wouldn’t tell me,” Quark shrugs.

“I think I know,” Rom nods vigorously. “He probably likes-”

Quark pushes him away, “Shut it, Rom. If Odo liked someone like that, I’d know. I know much more about romance than you,”

“But I heard Jadzia and Kira talking about it yesterday-”

“Rom!”

“I’m sorry, what are you talking about?” you butt back into the conversation.

“Don’t listen to my brother. He doesn’t know anything,”

“Yes I do! I heard them say they think-”

You roll your eyes and start walking away. You’ve witnessed plenty of their bickerings, and you’re a bit too tired to listen to another one. Truthfully, you are a bit interested in what they have to say about Odo, but not enough to make you stay.

Funnily enough, though, that’s only the first time the topic comes up.

A week later, you’re playing darts with Miles and Julian, when you see Odo walk in out of the corner of your eye.

“He seems to always be here when we’re playing, doesn’t he?” Julian says.

“Who?” Miles doesn’t look up.

“The Constable. He’s always watching our games from afar,”

“He’s just making his rounds like he always does,” he puts the next set of darts in your hand. “Your turn, Y/N,”

You start throwing, trying not to let the conversation and the feeling of you being watched distract you.

“It’s just...strange. He wasn’t here this much before Y/N started playing with us,”

Your last dart completely misses and lands on the floor.

“Sorry,” you mumble.

“No problem at all! You were in the zone, I was starting to think you might beat me this time,” Miles laughs.

“Miles, don’t you get it? He obviously-”

“Julian, you’re breaking everyone’s focus. Now take your turn,”

The next time your hear the crew gossiping about Odo, it’s in the Replimat. Jadzia and Kira are sitting a few tables away from you, and they seem to not know you’re there.

“You know, I did ask him about it, and you know what he said? ‘They’re just very intriguing’,” you overhear Kira.

“He’s been watching them for months now, literally everyone notices it,”

Maybe it really is about you.

You’ve tried to brush off all these conversations about Odo’s behavior, but your gut seems to be right: he’s definitely targeting you specifically. He’s not watching anyone else like this, and you want to know why.

You take your last bite of food and head back to your quarters. As interested as you are in what else they have to say, you don’t want to eavesdrop too much on a private conversation about a friend they’ve known much longer than you have.

The corridors are pretty crowded at the moment, and you approach your door a little too quickly, running straight into someone accidentally.

“Oof, sorry,”

You look up, and it’s none other than Odo himself.

Oh no.

“My apologies, Constable,”

You put your passcode in and open the door, Odo still watching.

“Actually, how about you come inside for a minute? I want to talk to you,”

“What about?” he asks as the door closes behind him.

Finally, all your composure leaves you and all the conversations you’ve overheard become too loud in your head to ignore.

“Look, Odo, I don’t know what your problem with me is, but you need to explain yourself. Why do you follow me everywhere? Why are you always watching me? Everyone around thinks you’re obsessed with me like I’m some sort of criminal!”

A vague expression of surprise at your outburst washes over his face, “Y/N, you misunderstand. I am the Chief of Security, it’s my duty to observe everyone on this station,”

“It’s more than that, though, don’t act like it isn’t!” your voice raises. “I haven’t done anything wrong! So why am I the only one you’re constantly watching and interrogating? Why have you memorized my entire schedule so you’re always where I am? Why can’t you explain yourself Odo?”

“I don’t know!” he yells.

There’s silence between the two of you as you continue to glare at him.

“I don’t…” he starts. “I don’t know why I’m so drawn to you, Y/N. I really don’t know,”

Your glare fades, and you see the pain in his eyes.

“I don’t understand it myself, that’s why I can’t explain it. There’s just something about you that intrigues me, it makes me want to know you better. So I’ve been watching you and following you, trying to figure out what it is. I never meant to scare you or make you feel paranoid, I apologize,”

“Are you serious?” you’re not sure whether to gasp or laugh. “If you wanted to get to know me why didn’t you just ask me to lunch or something?”

“Because you’ve been avoiding me!”

“I’ve only been avoiding you because you’ve been acting like a creep!” you retaliate.

Another beat of silence.

“Well,” he grunts. “It seems we had a severe miscommunication,”

“Clearly,” you sigh, taking a seat on your couch and leaning back into the cushion.

He sits down across from you, “I think I understand the problem,”

“Do you now?”

“My job is my life, Y/N. The security officer part of me never fully turns off. I’m very good at my job, and my methods usually work well for their purposes. But they do not work for others,”

You nod for him to continue.

“I treated you like an investigation--like a case--because that’s what I’m good at. But now I realize that I should not pursue people I’m interested in personally the same way I pursue a criminal. I hope you can forgive me,”

You smile, “Of course I forgive you, Odo. How about we just start over, okay?”

“I would like that.”

Requests Status: I am currently not taking requests right now because it’s finals week for me, I’m just writing a couple short fics when I can. Once my semester is done and I’m on winter break I’ll probably start taking Star Trek requests though! Stay tuned :)

#odo x reader #deep space nine x reader #star trek x reader #ds9 #deep space nine #odo #constable odo #star trek

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himebushou · 1 year

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do you think kazuki will beat himself up over rei irreversibly damaging his own arm? rei did do so for their sake after all...

Hi! So I’m going to have to start by apologising – originally, I was hoping to scoop up some screencaps to underline my thoughts, but it’s a bit late over here so I’ll just go on memory, lol

Long story short: If Kazuki does experience any guilt over Rei’s arm, he internalises that feeling and keeps it very much to himself. For me, I think it’s more likely that Kazuki just accepts that it was something that Rei felt that he had to do – and, as such, Kazuki supports him 100%.

Long story long: I’ve mentioned before that one of the really special things about Rei and Kazuki’s bond is the sheer level of trust they have in one another, even though they don’t always verbally communicate their hardships. Kazuki and Rei are two men who, when they devote themselves to a decision, do so with almost terrifying conviction.

With the exception of Episodes 10 and 11, where their world was thrown into disarray because of Misaki, Kyuu-chan and Ogino, Kazuki and Rei, after committing their lives to looking after Miri in Episode 3, never question their choice. Instead, they both accept their new dynamic as the new status quo and neither of them ever begrudge it (I mean, Kazuki ‘vents’ to Kyuu-chan in Episode 7 about having to do all the housework and there’s some tension in Episode 5 where they try to balance being papas with working, but on the whole, there’s never any ill will about the fact that they’re caring for a tiny person). We can see, therefore, that Kazuki and Rei are both pretty flexible – Kazuki a bit more so than Rei, but if we consider that Rei, who was ‘like a robot’, signalled that he was Miri’s papa within a month of meeting her, we can appreciate that he’s pretty dang adaptable, too.

That trust is communicated in other ways, too. Kazuki’s the one who collects their payments from Kyuu-chan (Episode 1). Kazuki’s the one who keeps an eye on the household finances (Episode 5). That alone speaks volumes. They’re living under Rei’s roof. In Episode 2, when Kyuu-chan asks whether they’re ready to take on a new job, all Kazuki and Rei have to do is briefly nod at one another to know that they’re on the same page.

But here’s the key point: when Kazuki or Rei makes a decision, the other doesn’t question it. For instance, in Episode 3, when the family embark on a quest to return Miri from whence she came, Rei asks Kazuki whether he’s sure, but he doesn’t argue the point (admittedly, this was pre-Papa Rei). In Episode 11, when Rei says that he’s going back to the Suwa mansion, Kazuki is momentarily surprised, but expresses his understanding – and then goes off to vent to Kyuu-chan. Once again, we can see that the pair are forceful with stupid things – such as when Kazuki drags Rei to the daycare interviews in Episode 4, or hauls Rei around the zoo in Episode 6 – but when it comes to big decisions, they respect one another’s autonomy.

The way they respect each other’s boundaries is so, so important. Rei was raised to have zero autonomy and yes, Kazuki takes liberties, but he doesn’t infringe on Rei’s lifestyle or try to force him to change. Similarly, Kazuki’s lack of control over a situation led to the biggest losses in his life – it’s understandable, therefore, that he goes to extreme lengths to try and control what’s going on (as Rei notes in Episode 8, Kazuki’s ‘overprotective’).

How does this all relate to Rei’s arm?

In Episodes 10 and 11, Rei and Kazuki have their first real disagreements – because they’re literally fighting for their lives, including the life that they’ve built together with Miri. They reach a conclusion quite rapidly; Rei expresses what he wants and Kazuki throws his heart into it, but lays down some ground rules. Having done that, having sworn to Kyuu-chan that they’ll move forward properly and be a family, this time with renewed conviction, I think Kazuki and Rei both knew that the other was prepared to do whatever was necessary to secure that future.

Therefore, when Rei staggers out of the Suwa mansion, bloodied but free, and says, “I did it to myself,” Kazuki… gets it in a heartbeat. He understands. He appreciates that Rei did what he had to do.

And, rather than angst over that and wallow in a fugue, or make Rei question whether the sacrifice was worth it… Kazuki knows any sacrifice is acceptable for protecting the life that the trio have together.

Kazuki, therefore, supports his partner 100%. The same way he always has done. The same way he always will do.

#buddy daddies #kurusu kazuki #suwa rei #asks #this ended up being a whole essay #looking at just some of the reasons why i love kazuki and rei so much #thanks for the ask!

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mimikoflamemaker · 4 months

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Faerunian Writing Challenge - Day 8

8. “It will be okay as long as we are together.” 1 of NSFW? list: First Time

(it's not that NSFW I suppose... more of a character study, and I really wanted a take on this scene. Becasue they are both more than a little fucked up at this point)

Neve was ready to admit that it has been a while since she had felt so much like a prey while making her way through the woods. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel the tell-tale pull low in her abdomen – she wasn’t going to deny that she was attracted to Astarion. Her track record in regards of partners was not exactly stellar and being pulled in by a man who held a knife to her throat the first time they laid eyes on each other felt like something right out of her repertoire. And he certainly was the sight to be admired – and she wasn’t good enough of a person to not act on the simple desire of flesh. It didn’t have to be anything more than that, after all.

It wasn’t even the fact that he was a vampire spawn. She could appreciate, in a way, her blood being sucked literally rather than figuratively. And for a handful of times he did it so far, Astarion always stopped when she told him to. Which was more than she could say about some other people she met in her life.

No, none of that was what made the tiny hairs on her neck prickle in something decidedly less pleasant than anticipation.

She knew fairy early on that Astarion was playing pretend. That, save for the rare glimpses, like the night when he showed her his true nature, nothing he said was sincere. Not one of the lines he threw at her, the ones with which he offered to spend the night with her not an exception. It touched upon a lot of memories she would rather keep buried or throw out of her mind completely and should, if she was a normal person, send her pelting for the hills.

And yet she didn’t.

Because this time, the roles were reversed. Despite the words that left his mouth, it was Astarion who sought to gain something from her. And it was a decent angle to try – intimacy bound people after all, one way or the other. It certainly bound her to Alven all those years ago.

Whatever her companion wanted, she should have refused to meet him tonight. Tell him there are other ways to gain trust and appreciation. That would be the good thing to do. But she relished in the feeling of – regardless of how fleeting it might prove to be – control.

She never claimed she was a good person.

The clearing was a small spot by the river, a good distance away from the camp. Neve approached cautiously, like she was always taught, not surprised in the least be the silence that greeted her. Whichever creatures might have been in the area before had cleared off, well aware of the predator on the prowl.

This is very much how Astarion looked like when he came out from between the trees as she popped the last button of her shirt open and slid the fabric of her shoulders. His shirt was already gone and as much as Neve was never going to say this out loud, the pride the elf took in his looks was more than warranted. She had met and laid with her fair share of people over the years, some undeniably attractive ones, but it was a while since she felt such pull on her own desires.

‘Eager, are we?’ he asked, his lips pulled into a charming smirk as he drew closer, his eyes tracing the line of her bare shoulders. ‘Good to know I’m not the only one. I was waiting to have you since I first laid eyes on you…’

Right. She could applaud the delivery, but it was long since she outgrew being affected by such words.

‘I will grant you that threatening each other with steel can be a promising introduction’ she replied, matching his attitude. ‘You do not have me, however. Not yet.’

‘Don’t I?’ his eyes narrowed briefly, but his tone remained playful. ‘Why else would you come here then? Except for the pleasure of being tasted? Being known? The possibility of losing yourself in me tonight?’

Shortly after they’ve met Neve decided that she took much more pleasure in pulling Astarion’s act apart than being subjected to it. It was a well ingrained habit – to watch people as she interacted with them, trying to decipher their true motives and intentions. To understand what laid deep beneath the appearances. And she prided herself with doing so rather well. It was quite unfortunate when she learned, rather quickly that her companions were either an open books or actually willing to blurt out their lives’ secrets at the slightest coaxing.

Astarion was the only one who provided her with a challenge. Even more so, it seemed that the harder she tried to peel of the layers of flair and the theatrics the more he was leaning into them. What he didn’t seem to realize however was that, while he strived to dissuade her, she only wanted to crack this puzzle more.

‘And what do you want?’ felt like an innocuous enough question. A question that should be asked given what they were about to do.

A question she would have liked to hear much more often.

She didn’t expect to see a crack in the façade in response. A slight pinch between his eyebrows, his lips drawing into a thin line, the moment of - surprise? uncertainty? - flashing behind his eyes. It took her by surprise, much like the fear that poured over her the first time their minds touched and it was gone before she could fully decipher it.

‘And what do any of us want?’ the playful tone was back as he tossed the question back at her, his fingers ghosting over the exposed skin of her forearm. ‘Pleasure. Yours. Mine… our collective ecstasy. That’s what you want isn’t it?’

Neve closed the remaining distance and kissed him, wrapping her hands around his neck. The sliver of doubt locked in the back of her mind was only growing bigger and if she was to spare it any more thought, she would have likely pulled from this tryst completely.

And gods, she really didn’t want to. It didn’t have to mean anything after all. More than a little bit of fun that is.

Astarion chuckled as he returned the kiss, his hand moving to rest against her hips, before his fingers skimmed along the waistband of her trousers. His touch was unhurried, but certain. Gentle where it needed to be and less so when he realized what caused her to stiffen in a sudden surge of pleasure.

His lips moved from her mouth, travelling along her jaw and ghosted along the shell of her ear, before dipping lower, nipping lightly at the spot where he had bitten her for the first time. Neve wasn’t really opposed to the idea of him getting a little bit more out of this than just sex. The bite itself wasn’t even that uncomfortable.

The elleth scraped her nails along his scalp, raking her fingers through Astarion’s hair and down his neck. She could return the ministrations with, she hoped, equal focus and dedication.

When her fingers traced the first ridges of scarring, she couldn’t help but hesitate for a brief moment. Scars didn’t faze her, not in the slightest, but she knew first hand that people could be self-conscious about their perceived imperfections. And that her hesitation was much more likely to be read as disgust than consideration, given that they couldn’t really see each other’s faces. She could tell his lips had stopped moving against the hollow of her shoulder – he noticed and was waiting what her reaction would be.

The elleth ran her hands down his back – gentler than she had initially wanted to, but with no less intent. She really couldn’t care less about a few scars and she didn’t want him to think otherwise for a second.

Besides, he was bound to find his own surprise soon enough.

Even though he seemed more intent on releasing her from the reminder of her clothes. She figured she’d join in – and it was an awkward few moments, punctuated by kissing and an half-chuckle that escaped her as she was forced to fight with a buckle on her boot. It was when Astarion held her forearm while she tossed the offending shoe off, that he had noticed her own scars. She knew, when his fingers flexed briefly against her flesh and the expected quip about ruining the moment did not come.

Neve straightened, intent on catching his gaze and reading it again. She found no judgement there as a quiet understanding passed between them. There won’t be any unnecessary curiosity tonight. The elleth smiled and captured his mouth again, gently nipping his bottom lip before they parted.

His eyes darkened, the same hunger she saw when he first told her what he was peering at her from beneath a half-lidded stare. The elleth smiled, tossing her hair over one shoulder and presenting the length of her neck to him.

The smile he had given her in response was one of the few honest ones she had seen so far.

Astarion took her hand and guided her to the ground with him until he was leaning backwards and she straddled his hips, kissing him, her fingers yet again playing with his hair. His thumb rested against her pulse-point the entire time, feeling her heartbeat.

Next thing she knew were fingers gripping her tight and a swift motion that had her landing on her back. Neve didn’t stop the amused sound that escaped her, as Astarion’s lips traced the spot on her neck again. One of his hands cradled her head, while the other travelled down, through the valley of her breasts, across the planes of her stomach that tightened under the feather-like touch. Until it rested on the mound between her thighs. Briefly, only enough to add to the anticipation, before his fingers found their way inside.

A sight that escaped her sounded suspiciously like his name.

She could have sworn she heard him chuckle, right before the pain of the bite was drowned by bliss.

(…the morning after)

The first reaction to waking up was surprise. By the fact that she was away from the camp, before consciousness really settled in. Then because she had actually fallen asleep – no matter how strenuous their activities were, she had never planned to finish the night by dozing off. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him – well she didn’t, not completely anyway, but Astarion proved himself enough to expect that he would behave, at least as long as it suited him.

It was the kind of vulnerability that she wasn’t willing to offer yet. And she did it anyway.

Lastly, though it didn’t faze her as much, she was alone.

Astarion wasn’t too far away though, standing at the edge of the river, bathing in the early morning light. Neve sat up, but did not move otherwise, choosing to watch him. Because it was a rather pleasant view. Obvious attractiveness aside, the elf seemed uncharacteristically relaxed, the golden sunlight almost giving his pale skin its own glow. She wouldn’t be opposed to waking up to such a view more often.

And then she remembered what he told her when she first asked about his vampric nature. That he didn’t see the sun since the day he was turned, two hundred years ago. That explained the fear she felt when they met and their tadpoles jumped into introductions.

Something clenched in her abdomen. Not that he would accept it, but she felt sorry for him. She knew a thing or two about being held on a thigh leash, even if their… other experiences hardly compared.

A small voice at the back of her mind whispered that last night she did exactly what Alven would do – Astarion wanted something from her and she used that for her own gain, even though it was only a pleasure of flesh. She pushed the thought away – he wouldn’t have proposed if he didn’t want it after all.

Yet, the doubt was still there. And something that tasted vaguely like guilt.

Trying to steer her mind elsewhere she focuses on the array of scars she felt beneath her fingers last night. Hers were only as deliberate as lashes could be, a crisscrossing net of silvery lines that healed fairly flat, except of spots where her skin was opened one too many times.

His were deliberate. Someone had cut into his skin, repeatedly, creating an intricate pattern and her own back burned with the memory of an old pain. She couldn’t imagine being able to hold one’s screams for long when being subjected to such torment.

It wasn’t difficult to guess, whose hand had placed the scars upon his back. The sheer disgust in Astarion’s voice when he spat Cazador’s name was all she needed to hear, to know it couldn’t be anybody else; regardless of a fragmented information he had offered her so far.

The more she focused on the scars however, the more familiar the pattern looked – as if she had seen the jagged shapes before.

‘I’m all for being quietly admired darling’ Astarion broke the silence without really turning to look at her. ‘But I doubt that our… activities have worn you out too much to speak…’ he stilled as he felt the ranger’s presence behind him, not even a single crunching leaf announcing that she moved from her previous spot.

She stood close enough for him to feel her breath fanning across his exposed back.

‘Why did he do this to you?’ she asked and there was something he couldn’t quite place in her tone. When he turned to face her, her expression was similarly unreadable, her lips drawn into a thin line and her eyes trained on his face as they tended to be every time they spoke.

It wasn’t pity though and he could appreciate that, even if it likely stemmed from the fact that she too had a memory of something branded into her flesh.

‘Cazador considered himself quite the artist you see’ he said, his tone aiming to dissipate the heaviness left by her question and failing miserably when her brows creased even further. Yet the next word left his mouth anyway. ‘His slaves tended to be his favorite canvas. He cut this poem over the course of one night… he made a lot of revisions as he went.’

She made a move as if she wanted to reach out and touch him, but aborted it half way, choosing to cross her arms over her breast instead in an obvious attempt to make it less awkward.

He was glad that she didn’t.

‘Why did he wrote it in infernal though?’ she mused, eyeing him carefully.

‘Infernal?’ well that was new. Then again he didn’t even know how the bloody thing looked like. ‘Ugh… I don’t know. The bastard was crazy. He might have done so on a whim…’

She clearly didn’t believe him. No wonder – he didn’t really believe himself either. But he had to mull over that revelation by himself, before he could think about entertaining anybody else.

‘That’s quite enough of pillow-talk for one morning. Shall we go? There is no knowing what the rest is up to while the parents are away…’

She laughed. And it wasn’t as surprising as the fact that it was probably the first laugh he heard from her that was more than a chuckle while not being mocking or a derisive snort.

‘Parents?’ she asked, looking at him with a smile that was strangely fond.

‘Well…figuratively speaking, of course. We are after all, the most reasonable members of this little entourage…’

‘Right…’

‘What was that supposed to mean?’

‘Oh nothing’ her smile turned coy. ‘I’m just suddenly glad I am not more of a child -rearing material.’

If it was a deflection it was a poor one, but she had already turned away from him, walking towards the spot where they left her pants and boots and preventing him from reading anything else from her expression.

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