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writemekpop · 1 year
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You’re Mine | Nakamoto Yuta
Summary: Yuta is in love with you, but he catches you screwing another guy, and it drives him mad...
Genre: Angsty, friends to lovers, bad boy Yuta
Word Count: 1.2k 
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Death was nothing in comparison the way Yuta felt right now. 
He would take death over how he felt right now, a thousand times over. 
No, this was worse. 
Forcing his motorcycle faster, Yuta roared down the highway. He had to be going a hundred miles an hour, if not more. 
What a sick joke. On the one day he would’ve loved to get picked up by the cops, he got away scot-free. Come on, where was a nice fat car-chase when he needed one? Anything to take his mind off the pain. 
All his pain, all his anguish, was because you had a boyfriend. 
And he was the biggest idiot ever to have lived. 
While he spent the last year stupidly, helplessly falling in love with you, you were railing some other guy. He felt sick with embarrassment. 
To think that he stayed up all night thinking of little one-liners so he could see your face light up in a smile. To think that he collected all the signs: the hugs, the winks, the things only you remembered, clutching them to his chest like a magpie’s jewels. 
And all along, you didn’t give a damn about him. 
The sight was burnt into his eyelids: you, in the corridor outside your college dorm room, your lips practically fused to that guy’s, like you wanted to suck him up. That fucker’s hand was on your ass, and you didn’t even push it away.
Yuta had been frozen at the end of the corridor. Only later did he realize that the pink roses in his hands had been fisted into mush.  
Yuta pumped the breaks. He didn’t realize what he’d been searching for till he found it.
Swerving into the mall car park, his wheels squealed and the air filled with the scent of burning rubber. He got a bunch of angry looks, which a small part of him was still able to appreciate. 
Soon, he was pushing into the cool, white space of the mall, full of girls just his age. This was it. He was getting over you. There had to be someone here who could take his mind off you. 
He used to look for beautiful girls all the time, automatically – he hadn’t quite realized that he’d stopped doing it.  
He couldn’t remember the last time he looked at a girl – really looked at her – but he started to now. 
Forcing himself to notice, to catalogue each of the tiny details. To notice who had great hair, who had a cute nose, whose makeup was a few shades too light, who would look great if they just took off that cardigan. 
But gradually, without realizing it, Yuta started to look for all the wrong things. 
Things like, this girl had eyes the exact shade of yours. This girl had the same lips. This girl bit her nail just like you did when you were thinking – which made him wonder what she was puzzling about… 
Yuta screwed his thumbs in his eyes to force the thought away. But it was no use.  
Like a boomerang, his body froze for a half-second. 
At first, he didn’t notice it. Some invisible force was tugging on him. It came from deep inside him, far from the reach of any rational thinking. 
Helpless, he turned back around and started his journey right back to your door. 
He barely noticed the motorcycle journey on the way back – not even to enjoy being honked as he swerved through the traffic. Only one thought filled his head. 
What a fool he was, to think he could just stop loving you.
There was no use in trying. He always would. 
He was standing outside your college dorm now. 
He looked down, and noticed that his hands were shaking. 
God, he wished he could hold his head high, pretend he had any scrap of dignity left, but he didn’t. He would get down on his knees if he had to.  
He would agree to be your sidepiece, or maybe just your toy. He would be your alcohol-fuelled rebound fuck, if that’s what you wanted. Heck, he might even settle for being your frickin friend, let you cry on his shoulder about your dumbass boyfriend, just to play his fingers through your hair… 
Because you were already a part of Yuta, and there was nothing he could do about it. No matter how many times you burned him, dragged him over razors, threw him out like trash, he would still come back, worrying if you were okay.  
The door opened. 
Yuta felt a little ashamed that, even though you’d clearly just been with a guy, your hair in wild tufts and your lipstick smudged, he couldn’t help thinking that it made you even more devastatingly beautiful.   
“I…” he started. All his anger, sharp as needles one second ago, had vanished. All he felt was a queasy mix of joy and nervousness. “I like you, Y/n. Like… a lot. And I know you have a boyfriend, but… I just had to let you know.” He shut his eyes, unable to bear your reaction. His heart was thrumming like a bird’s. 
“That- that’s not my boyfriend,” you said. 
Yuta opened his eyes. 
Your eyes were wide in surprise, your fingers self-consciously combing through your hair. “It was just a one-off. We didn’t even… do anything in the end. I guess we both thought we were drunk enough to go through with it, but we were… too sober.” 
Yuta’s heart faltered. So… you were single? He tried not to get his hopes up, but like the masochist he was, he got ‘em up anyway. Why were you telling him this? Could it be because you wanted him to know you were single? To know that you were lonely?
He was about to punch himself for reading too much into it, but then you cleared your throat and said, “Do you want to… come in?”   
His heart did a little drunken swoop again. 
You brewed some cheap-ass coffee in two mugs, sat on the bed and motioned him to sit next to you. 
“Yuta, I like you too. I didn’t say anything because, well…” you stopped, and he was shocked to find a teasing smirk on your lips. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t strike me as the love type.”
Yuta exhaled annoyedly, trying to look mad, but grinning like a kid on Christmas.  
“Me? Not the love type? As if!” 
You were both laughing now, the tension in the air thawing. 
“Oh, I see. You think I’m just hell and leather, don’t you? You don’t know about the French poetry I write… or my flower-arrangement classes. Not to mention my mad origami skills…”
The conversation flowed easily then, both of you high on the atmosphere, on the ripe possibility in the air. 
So when you did finally kiss him – dear lord, it was killing him waiting – it wasn’t awkward at all. It was perfect. The kiss was soft, and sweet, and gentle – perfect. 
You leaned back, and the look in your eyes said everything he’d been praying to hear: I’m yours. 
Yuta had never felt more grateful that he decided to turn around and take a chance on you. 
He felt like the luckiest guy alive.  
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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year
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Got a Jealous Bone
Kinktober Day 14: Collaring
Relationship: mob!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader (le grand homme and coquinette, Poison Paradise AU)
Words: ~1.2k
Summary: Lloyd needs everyone to know you’re his.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (public sex, vaginal fingering, squirting, nipple piercings, mentions of unprotected vaginal sex), angry Lloyd, hints of crime doings, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!
A/N: The man is drool worthy and so obsessively in love with his girl I can’t fucking stand it 🥵
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Lloyd growled into his scotch as he watched the blonde hunk of muscle that was supposed to be standing at the door move even closer to you, ignoring the nattering of the asshole he should probably actually be negotiating with as he considered shooting the meathead in the face when he took your tight lipped smile for encouragement and tried to touch your arm. Just because he liked putting you in those tiny little dresses that could barely hold your tits, all these dicks seemed to think it was an open invitation for them to put their hands on you.
“Thank you, sweetie.” At least the dumb jock’s boss didn’t try to touch you when you set a fresh drink in front of him, but he didn’t try to hide the way his eyes lingered over every inch of you while you started to make your way back towards the chaise that Lloyd kept in his office especially for you. “What a pretty little doll, may just have to steal you away from this bastard.”
Lloyd’s jaw clenched and he saw your nostrils flare at the comment, narrowing his eyes when you huffed and fidgeted with your skirt in that way you did when you were frustrated. The sound of him clearing his throat caught your attention right before you sat down, your gaze snapping to his and warmth flooding your system when you saw the look of pure possession that was etched on his features.
“Viens ici, chaton.” Lloyd groaned softly when you slowly prowled towards him, setting his drink down and reaching out to grip your waist and yank you into his lap once you were close. “Andrews here thinks he can steal you from me, coquine. What do you think about that?”
“Mmm, I don’t like it, mon loup.” You leaned into his touch when his hands traced over your hips, purring when his touch slid between your thighs and resting your head on his shoulder as you pouted at him.
“Of course you don’t, ma nénette.” He tutted and kissed your temple before turning you in his lap so you were facing the two men who had offended him, spreading your legs wide over his thighs and dragging his hand up to cup your throat and play with the collar that was fastened around your neck. “Did you happen to notice this, Andrews?”
“Yes.” The man gritted his teeth as he watched Lloyd toy with you, it would be difficult to miss the massive diamond that was hanging from the plush band of black velvet and nestled at the hollow of your throat. “Why?”
“Oh, it’s just a little anniversary present I got for my sweet magpie, she just loves sparkly things.” Lloyd cooed when you arched into his touch when he started to pet you over the soft lace of your panties. “What does your collar say, chérie?”
“Ah, it says ‘property of Lloyd Hansen’.” You rolled your head to the side so you could moan into his neck when he gradually increased the pressure of his fingers, the soft fabric quickly growing sticky and creamy as you became more and more aroused. “Because I’m Daddy’s.”
“That’s fucking right, mon enfant gâté.” Lloyd purred into your ear before scowling at the two men who were starting to look marginally uncomfortable, their eyes finally moving away from you even when Lloyd gave your pussy a light smack and you let out an absolutely beautiful whimper. “All of you belongs to me, and I don’t remember giving either of these two assholes permission to look at my tits, or my pussy.”
“Hansen…”
“I’m not talking to you, bastard.” Lloyd licked your neck and slid the hand that wasn’t playing with your cunt up to drag the top of your dress down until your tits popped out, teasing the jeweled bars that ran through your nipples until you were squealing and wiggling in his lap. “Should I punish them, amour? You know how much I hate when anyone looks at you.”
“N-non, mon homme.” You shivered and whimpered into his mouth when he moved his lips back to yours, his long fingers dragging the fabric of your panties to the side then starting to teasingly swirl over your slit as you leaked cream all over the both of you, ignoring the two men who were looking at the ceiling as you gripped his bicep tightly. “No, just show them why I’m yours, daddy, you need the new territory.”
“Mmm, my clever girl, even when I’m about to make you squirt all over everything. Do not look at her, Andrews.” Lloyd snarled at him after giving you a swift kiss, plunging his fingers inside you and starting to fuck you with his hand even as he kept pinching and tugging on your nipples while you buried your face in his neck and moaned, your body arching into his hand as your core started to grow tighter impossibly fast under his touch. “Look at me. You too… whatever your fucking name is. You’re lucky my girl is in such a sweet mood or you’d be getting carried out of here in pieces and I’d still take your territory. So give me a good fucking deal and do it fast so I can spoil her like she deserves.”
Whatever they said next was drowned out by the sound of blood rushing in your ears and your own wails as you fell apart, your release gushing and squirting out of you and making a mess all over the floor while your cunt spasmed around Lloyd’s fingers as he kept driving them into you. You were barely aware of him biting your breasts and calling you his good girl before he let you sag against him, his fingers still gently petting your pussy once you had settled as his other hand slid up to cup your throat while he continued his discussion. As soon as you felt him start to toy with your collar again, you couldn’t help but purr, making soft and pleasant noises against his skin while you curled up in his lap and wound your arms around him, trapping his hand between your thighs as you dozed off.
Lloyd smiled softly when he felt your warm breath fanning over his neck while you kept letting out sleepy little kitten noises, rubbing his cheek against your hair as he teased his fingers under the plush velvet of your choker as he finally got the idiots out of his office and turned his full attention back to you. He cooed when you whined as he stood up to carry you back to the chaise, laying you down gently and pressing kisses all over your neck and shoulders as he peeled your dress off the rest of the way and stretched his body next to yours as he grabbed one of the files August had left for him.
“Shhh, mon joli chaton, you rest, amour.” He kissed your hair when you murmured at him as you curled closer, trailing his fingers over your side lazily while he started to read. “Always so tired when you come for an audience, take your little kitty nap and then I’ll fuck you right on the conference table in nothing but your pretty collar during the next meeting.”
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The Boy and The Magpie - Magpie Down (1) [G.W. x Metamorphmagus!Reader]
Summary: George finds himself in the forbidden forest after his broom goes haywire during a rough game of quidditch.
Word count: 1.2k
a/n : i thought of coming up with this series earlier today on the bus lol !!! hopefully i can poop out the next few chapters by the end of the month :D
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 Metamorphmagus -- a witch or a wizard with the rare magical ability to change their physical appearance through sheer will without having to use a Polyjuice potion or a spell. You were a metamorphmagus, and no one else knew of this except for your lifelong bestfriend and dorm mate, Luna Lovegood. You knew of her idiosyncrasies, so you told her. As expected, she accepted you for who you are. After all, she did see nargles and thestrals. What different would her metamorphmagus best friend be?
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 It was the day of the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and you were running late. You stood in front of your window and hoisted yourself up onto the windowsill. You pried your window open big enough to squeeze yourself out without raising any suspicion. You quickly transformed yourself into a magpie. The world was now bigger to you. Your window looked like a giant building as the pane towered over your feathery form. Without wasting anymore time, you flew through the tiny gap and into the sky hoping you wouldn’t miss out on any history-making events during that match. 
 You flew through the sky as your tiny wings flapped as fast as they could. You headed straight for the forbidden forest. You found that flying through the forbidden forest took you to the quidditch pitch faster. Your beady eyes took in the view of the forest that was shrouded in mystery. Since it was daytime, only hippogriffs made themselves known. They were beautiful creatures, really. The centaurs were nowhere in sight, much to your relief. You were suddenly snatched away from your train of thought as a vine reached into the air and imprisoned your tiny body in its tight grip. You yelped in shock.
 “What the bloody hell?!” You screamed out in panic. However, to the human ear, you would only sound like a string of chirps blending in with the symphonies of the other birds.
 Now, you were stuck in the forbidden forest with no wand, no broom, no nothing. You were stuck with a vine wrapped around you. How bloody lovely. You were going to miss the quidditch game, the only time you ever got to saw the boy you fancied -- George Weasley.
 Suddenly, a broom shot erratically through the sky. It went in loop-de-loops, zigzags, circles, any shape possible- you name it. You saw a familiar redhead aboard the wild broom. It was George. And he had crashed a few feet away from you with a loud thud. He groaned and stood up, wincing in pain as his landing wasn’t a really soft one per se.
 “Rough game, quidditch.” He laughed to himself.
 Taking this as the opportunity to finally break free from your binds, you started to chirp like your life depended on it. Fortunately, George picked up on your distress signal and followed the source of the incessant chirps. A heavy weight was lifted off your chest as George towered over you. He looked pleasantly surprised to discover a magpie, his Patronus, in the woods. It must have been a destined meeting, he probably thought to himself.
 “Curious, eh? How did you end up here, little buddy?” George spoke to you in a gentle voice, careful not to scare you off.
 Except you weren’t scared. You were relishing in his voice, as a matter of fact. His caramel tones massaged your auditory senses and serenaded you. He gently picked you up from the vines and dusted off the dirt and twigs in your feathers. This felt surreal. You were in George’s hands, being held as if you were as fragile as a snowflake. Suddenly, a sharp sting poked into your side. You had been constricted for quite long, causing your wings to go limp. George took notice of the pain you were in and rubbed your wings gently. He truly had a soft spot for magpies.
 “You’ll be alright, little one. Let Georgie take of this.”
 George pulled out his wand and waved it.
 “Episkey!”
 The pain you were once in vanished into thin air. Your heart was going at hundreds of miles per hour. Being in his grasp was intoxicating. You flapped your wings and they were fully functional. You looked behind the boy who held you and saw that the sun was about to set. You decided that if you were in his presence any longer you might turn back into a human and just hug him then and there. So, without a moment to waste, you flew off flustered. You heard his farewells fade off in the distance as he waved to you. This was all too good to be real. Forget the quidditch match, your favourite Beater graced you with his presence and kindness in the forbidden forest.
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 You flew back to your dorm before curfew. Thankfully, the little gap you left open was still there. You shimmied through and transformed back. You saw Luna in the corner of the room, fascinated by the way your once-avian body transformed into her best friend.
 “Lovely!” Luna clapped, still in awe at the spectacle.
 “Luna, you’ve seen me do this a million times!” You laughed out. Your best friend’s child-like innocence and curiosity paved its way into your heart. You had a soft spot for her. Who wouldn’t? She was the nicest person in all of Hogwarts. She was too nice, in fact.
 You got ready for bed, except you weren’t sleeping at all. You tossed and turned every 5 minutes. Scenarios replayed in your head. You saw George up close. You thought back to his beautiful eyes and the way they looked at you with worry. His face was covered in freckles. His hair was messy, yet it complimented him so well. You squealed into your pillow, still thinking back enchantedly to what had happened a few hours ago in the forbidden forest. Did he slip a love potion into your breakfast? You sat up, giving in to the fact that you would not be sleeping a wink that night. Boy, did that Weasley hex you?
 “Are the nargles at work?” Luna asked. She was also up.
 “No-- Luna, I just had the most enchanting encounter with George-”
 “Do you fancy him?”
 “I shouldn’t have said anything.” You covered your mouth.
 You laid back down and pulled your blanket over your flustered face. Your ears turned pink. Were you really in love with George Weasley? You thought back to all the times you caught yourself staring at him in potions, examining the way he did things. You admired the way he chopped up his ingredients and high-fived his twin when their potion turned out successful. You merely watched him from the sidelines, smitten. When did it all start? The beginning of Dumbledore’s Army? You still don’t know.
 “Would you like to hear what happened?” You asked Luna.
 “Absolutely!”
 “So...”
 You explained everything to her. You explained everything to her in great detail. You tried to stop yourself from blushing as you had to recount the way George held you in his hands. He spoke to you so gently it melted you. You especially went into great deal how good he looked. You had to stop yourself for a moment before you started to go on and on about how smitten you were with the twin.
  “Oh Merlin, you’re in love!” Luna cooed, ruffling your hair.
  “I feel so confused!”
  “It’s okay, Y/N. Nargles fall in love too.”
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levi-txliesiin · 3 years
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lay all your love on me
okay!! so this is my fic for @magpiencrow's 1.2k writing challenge.
this is based off of the song lay all your love on me, slowed, by putin
pairing: nikolai/reader
rating: general
tags: gn!reader w/ gn pronouns, fluff
summary: falling in love with nikolai lantsov told through several vignettes
or: mindless nikolai/reader fluff with a alina and ivan being little shits
warnings: right off the bat there's a nightmare about drowning in the ocean, and there's one (1) swear word at the end, but other than that, there's nothing
word count: 4.1k
read on ao3
constructive criticism, feedback, and reblogs are greatly appreciated !
I haven't written anything in a while, so i may be a bit rusty, but please enjoy :)
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You were drowning, and also pretty damn sure you were going to die out here. Your lungs were on fire, screaming for air, but you couldn't emerge from the ocean for long enough to suck in a breath. Sure, your hand or head breached the surface every now and then, but a wave would come crashing down on you immediately after, destroying all your progress.
      The undulating waves threw you around like a football - a very pathetic one, at that. As hard as you tried to fight the current, it still insisted on moving against you (stubborn bastard), so really you weren't going anywhere. Just pathetically bobbing around in the same pathetic place. You couldn't feel your limbs - the only thing you could feel was the agonising ache in your chest. It was as if your arms and legs had frozen over along with your will to live.
      How easy it would be to just... 
...let the ocean take you...
      Suddenly, someone grabbed you by the wrist. You screamed, which was a mistake; immediately, salty seawater filled your mouth, making you gag and choke. Nevertheless, you valiantly tried to release yourself from whoever - whatever? - had their hold on you. 
      "Y/n, Y/n! Relax, darling, relax," a voice said, sounding out of breath. "It's me."
      You whirled your head around. Sagging with relief, you gasped out the name of your saviour. "Nikolai."
      "Yes. Yes, Y/n, my love, it's me. It's Nikolai," he soothed, running his hands over your wet hair.
      "Nikolai," you breathed. "Nikola-" - a wave reared up on its hind legs, ready to come crashing down onto your friend, ready to take him away - "no, no, Nikolai, NO-!"
   
You startled, eyes flying open. You were shaking like a leaf. Were you cold, or was it just the adrenaline from the nightmare still making its course? You shook your head as if to rid your mind of the dream. It wasn't real. Nikolai had saved you that night. It was fine. It wasn't real.
      But it could very well have been real, a traitorous voice in your mind whispered. Scowling, you cursed your pessimistic side. Even if a wave had separated you two, Nikolai would have fought tooth and nail to get to you again. You would have done the same. After all, you were childhood friends, and you knew better than anyone that Nikolai didn't let go of his loved ones so easily.
      He hadn't wanted you to accompany him on his journey overseas as Sturmhond. You insisted otherwise, channeling some of Nikolai's stubbornness that had rubbed off on you. ("You're not getting rid of me that easily, idiot. So let me come, unless you want me to steal your kneecaps."). 
      A half-smile appeared on your face as you thought back to the memory. Slowly, you got up from your bed. Your blanket was draped over your shoulders. You slipped out of your cabin quietly, walking down the hallway until you found yourself in front of Nikolai's room. He stirred in his sleep when you entered. The door creaked slightly, but it didn't seem like his distress was because of the noise.
      You sat on the edge of his bed. Nikolai, previously facing away, turned over to face you. His eyes were still screwed shut, eyebrows knitted together and an unhappy expression on his face. You frowned. 
      "Nikolai." you nudged him gently. "Wake up. You're okay, just wake up. It's just a dream."
      He opened his eyes, blinking at you. "Y/n?"
      "Hi," you said. A lock of golden hair fell over his forehead, and upon instinct, you reached to brush it away. He let you, not uttering any of his usual complaints. 
      "You were gone," he mumbled, undoubtedly referencing his nightmare. "I- I couldn't save you, and you were gone." 
      You shifted into a more comfortable position - your whole body was on the bed now, with your back against the headboard. He leaned his head against your chest, and you ran your fingers through his hair. "It wasn't real. It's okay. You saved me - I'm not going anywhere, 'Lai."
      "Me either," he agreed, wrapping his arms around your middle. A beat of silence. Then, "Thank you."
      You were more than content to fall asleep like this. Even if it meant waking up with an ache in your neck. Judging from the way he was curled up, practically drinking in your presence, Nikolai felt the same way.
      What a feeling it was to have found solace in Nikolai Lantsov, and to know he had found solace in you, too.
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Nikolai watched from the corner of the ballroom as you laughed at one of Ivan's jokes. One would say that he was scowling, but the Prince of Ravka didn't scowl. No - he was simply observing your conversation with the Heartrender with visible distaste. He was not scowling. And he was not jealous.
      You and Ivan were smiling at each other, standing by the refreshments table, mouths moving quickly, the both of you obviously interested in whatever you were talking about. You threw your head back in a laugh. You looked gorgeous. Nikolai wanted to make you laugh like that - more than he wanted to admit.
      The last straw was when Ivan lay a hand on your shoulder, and then snaked his arm around you. You didn't seem perturbed by his touch - no, actually, you leaned into it. He bent down to whisper something in your ear that made you duck your head in embarrassment and lightly hit his chest. 
      Nikolai's glare deepened, if that were even possible. Okay, fine, maybe he was jealous. Did he even have the right to be jealous, though? It wasn't as if he was dating you, as much as he'd like to be.
And oh boy, he'd like to be. 
      Suddenly, Alina appeared at his side, seemingly out of thin air. He flinched. "Alina." 
      The girl in question had a mischievous look in her eye. Her hands were clasped in front of her, the long, flowy sleeves of her dress falling just past her wrists. The bottom half of her gown was a sparkly gold, whereas the top half was a dark blue. The two colours faded into each other at the middle, creating a gradient effect. It was a beautiful dress. You had helped Alina pick it out yourself, if he remembered correctly.
      "Hello, loverboy." she poked him in the side, grinning knowingly. "How's your crush on Y/n going for you?"
      "I don't have a crush on them, Alina, for Saint's sake."
      "Oh, is that so? You do seem... ah, what was the word... utterly whipped for them, contrary to what you just said," she said, tilting her head to the side, feigning innocence.
      "Am not," he argued. "I-," Nikolai paused, taking notice of you and Ivan walking past a couple metres away. Unfortunately, you were too engrossed in your current conversation to notice him. His eyes lingered on you. He only looked away when you disappeared back into the throng of people. 
      Alina let out a triumphant 'ha!'. 
      He directed his attention back to her and glared. "Alina, I swear-,"
      "Utterly. Whipped," she mouthed.
      "I will behead you," he threatened.
      She laughed. "In all seriousness, I really don't think Y/n and Ivan like each other like that," Alina said.
      "Well, of course not," he agreed. "Y/n very clearly has eyes for me. I can't say I blame them - who could resist all this? Everyone's all over me, as I'm sure you've noticed." 
      Alina stared at him pointedly.
      "Ah, except for you, of course. You seem to be the only one immune to my charm and charisma. An odd one, you are."
       She rolled her eyes. "Why do I even bother," she groaned. "Just swear to me that you'll tell Y/n you like them soon. Within a week. Swear on... your dignity."
      "My dignity?" Nikolai drawled.
      "Yes, your dignity, because if you don't fess up soon, I'll have to tell Y/n about your crush on them myself," she grinned smugly, and darted off before Nikolai could retort. 
      He sighed. As he saw it, he had three options:
      1. Blackmail Alina (because of course she wouldn't give in to simple bribery)
      2. Get on his knees and beg Alina to not tell you of his massive crush (there! he admitted it; he had a massive crush on you! One that he'd been harbouring for just over a year now, too)
      3. Listen to Alina, and confess on his own terms
      All three were mortifying, and things he absolutely didn't want to do. However, the last was considerably easier to do, and came with the most benefits and the least consequences. You had already seen him through his most embarrassing moments (and he through yours) so even if you rejected him, the humiliation would be minimal. 
      And maybe he wanted to confess. And maybe there was hope that you liked him back. Nikolai wasn't stupid - he knew when people fancied him. He suspected you liked him back, but then again, that could've been wishful thinking, or maybe he was misreading the entire thing.
      He didn't even understand why he was so jealous of the way Ivan and you had interacted. Before he had fallen heads over heels in love with you, his childhood best friend, people flirting with you hadn't been a problem. He'd encouraged it, even. But now, bitterness flared up inside of him every time he saw someone getting a bit too cozy with you. 
      In short, his feelings for you had completely destroyed his facade of smooth, suave, sexy Prince of Ravka. And it kind of terrified him how poorly he hid it.
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Nikolai had been acting strange lately, and it was bothering you. You feared the worst - had he finally caught on to your crush? You thought you'd been subtle until Ivan had approached you at the most recent party. Apparently, the scowl on your face as you watched Nikolai flirt with the guests had been fierce enough to kill.
      Ivan had given you (unsolicited) advice, telling you to be straightforward and direct. That was what he'd done with Fedyor, after all, and that had worked out well.
      You were pacing around your room. Ivan was perched on your bed, watching you have a borderline nervous breakdown like one would watch the view. 
      "You're enjoying this, aren't you, Ivan?" you demanded. "I'm about to make a life or death decision, and you're enjoying it."
      He chuckled. "I wouldn't call this a life or death decision, Y/n. If Nikolai rejects you, he rejects you, and it's his loss. If he reciprocates, good, and you'll be free to frolic in the meadows with him, all fine and dandy."
      You stared at him, your expression communicating, "Did you really just say that?", very clearly.
      "Okay, okay, fine, I'll be serious." Ivan relented. "Just tell him, Y/n. What's the worst that could happen?" 
      Just as you were about to respond - "Well, I don't know, what if he rejects me, things become eternally awkward between us, and our 10 year long friendship is ruined because I couldn't keep my mouth shut?" - someone knocked at the door. You opened it to find Nikolai waiting. His hair was perfectly styled, as always. He wore a dark turquoise suit jacket, and a simple white dress shirt underneath. The ghost of a smile appeared on your face; you had chosen the colour for him.
      "Hi, Nikolai," you greeted. 
      "Hello," he said. "Come on a walk with me. It's a lovely day outside, and both of us have been dreadfully busy lately - we may not get another chance to spend time together, I'm afraid."
      "Oh! Of course, just let me grab more suitable shoes- I'll be out in a minute- Ivan, move." You rummaged around your room in search of the sandals Nikolai had gifted you for your most recent birthday. Ivan flashed you a grin.
      "Tell him!" he whispered as you ducked out the door.
      You hoped you didn't seem too jittery as you took Nikolai's arm, even if your insides were filled with butterflies. He seemed deep in thought for the first few minutes of your walk. It wasn't until you were both outside that he finally spoke.
      "I hope you don't mind me asking, Y/n, but what was Ivan doing in your room?" he asked. 
      The question caught you off guard. Why was he so concerned about you and Ivan? It wasn't as if-
      Oh.
      Oh.
      "Nikolai, don't tell me- are you jealous?" you exclaimed.
      "Just answer the question, Y/n," he grumbled, which was enough of an answer for you.
      You laughed, only feeling a bit bad that you were so amused. Nikolai Lantsov, jealous. You found that incredibly funny. "Oh, I'm sorry for laughing," you apologised, even as another giggle escaped your mouth. "You don't have to worry, Ivan and I are strictly friends."
      He didn't seem convinced. "But the two of you at the party a few days ago-,"
      You cut him off. "Nikolai. I promise that there is nothing romantic going on with Ivan and I. And besides, I don't think I'm anywhere near his type."
      "Ivan likes men, Nikolai," you supplied, sensing his confusion. "Honestly, you need to keep up with gossip - he and Fedyor have been going strong for nearly three months now."
      "Oh," Nikolai said.
      "Yeah, oh."
      "And, uh, do you? Like men, I mean?" 
      You bit back another laugh. "Yes, I do. One man in particular, actually." 
      "Is that so? Care to clue me in on who this man is?"
      "You." 
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Nikolai's pov
"You."
      As soon as that single word came out of your mouth, Nikolai's brain short-circuited, and several alarms blared in his mind. ALERT! ALERT! THE PERSON YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH LIKES YOU BACK! 
      He was too stunned to speak, which was definitely a first. So, naturally, he didn't speak, but instead leaned in to kiss you. His lips brushed chastely against yours. A pause. 
      "I- I'm really sorry, Y/n, I should have asked beforehand-,"
      "Nikolai." you took his face in your hands. "Shut up." 
      And then you kissed him, and if his brain had been short-circuiting before, this was a full blown system failure. Sparks flew inside of him, and he was acutely aware of you and you only. It was a wonderful feeling, one that he immediately missed when you pulled away.
      "Wow," you said. 
      He grinned. "I'm that good of a kisser, huh?"
      When usually you would come up with a witty response, you just smiled. It was a smile Nikolai was pretty sure he'd die to see again. 
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Falling in love with Nikolai had been a long process. Your simple crush developed into something deeper like a leaky faucet dripping - slowly, but steadily. And then the realisation that you were in love with him hit you like a tidal wave. Drowning you, consuming every inch of your being, but not necessarily in a bad way.
       You came to your epiphany while laying awake in bed one night after a whole day spent with the esteemed King of Ravka. It was a wonder that you'd managed to spend a whole 10 hours or so in his company without getting fed up, Tamar had teased. He did annoy you - and had today - but you bullied him back plenty enough. It was easy being with him. Easier than you were used to. 
       You loved the way his eyes sparkled after correcting someone on their use of the word 'impossible'. Loved how he devoted himself to his country so selflessly. Loved how he smiled at you so genuinely and lovingly, even when you didn't have the energy to show your love in return after a bad day. Saints, you loved him so, so much, and you were so in love with him, too, and-
       Holy shit. You were in love with Nikolai.
       You were in love. With Nikolai.
       A childish giggle bubbled up inside of you, and you sighed happily. What a feeling it was to be in love with the King of Ravka, even if he didn't know it yet. 
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You twirled a small flower around in your hands as you walked side by side with Nikolai, your shoulders brushing occasionally. The taller blades of grass tickled your ankles, and a gentle breeze weaved through your hair. The sun peeked out from behind a few clouds, warming your face.
     Nikolai intertwined your fingers, sighing in content. He craned back his neck to meet the sunshine, eyes fluttering shut. He looked stunning, just standing there with his almost otherworldly beauty as light spilled over his fine features, highlighting every detail.
     "I'm in love with you," you blurted suddenly. "I love you, and I'm also in love with you, so. Yeah. I'm in love with you, Nikolai Lantsov."
     You gave yourself a mental round of applause for your eloquence and tact.
      He blinked. "Oh." The ghost of a smile appeared on his face, turning into a full-fledged grin when he finally processed your words. "Oh. I'm... I'm in love with you, too, Y/n L/n."
      You beamed back at him, and cupped his face in your hands. You gently ran your fingers against his cheeks, tracing a line down to the base of his chest. The fabric of his shirt was thin and soft, unlike the suffocating material his suits were made of. Lovingly, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and pulled you close. Your heart fluttered. Saints, you adored Nikolai. More than you could put into words. 
      "I love you," you whispered. "I love you so much, so intensely that it consumes me, and I'm drowning in it. But instead of it being hard to breathe, it makes breathing easier. It makes everything easier." 
      You interrupted your little speech by kissing him, just because it felt appropriate, and continued. "I was so lost without you, Nikolai. I didn't realise it, because as I've proved time and time again, I'm more than capable of holding my own-" you smirked as he rolled his eyes at the jab to his overprotectiveness "-but I was. I was a boat lost at sea, floating around in the waves, with no destination and no goal except surviving. Then you came along, and gave me solace. You were my salvation. You and your endearingly stupid jokes and your wild yet grounded behaviour. You're my anchor, Nikolai." 
      He laughed, but not in the mean way. In the happy way. 
      "I would pay you back with a monologue of my own," he said. "but all I can think of right now is how perfect you are, and how much I want to kiss you."
      Your smile widened, if that were even possible. You met him midway, lips connecting almost desperately. The only coherent thought running through your brain was 'Nikolai, Nikolai, Nikolai.'
      Nikolai.
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"That one looks like a dragon," you said, pointing out a lumpy cloud in the sky.
      Nikolai tilted his head to the left. It was rather cute - he looked like a puppy, trying to figure out what its owner was saying. His right eyebrow curved in an upward arch (you still had no idea how he managed to raise a single eyebrow at a time), and he pouted slightly. Adorable.
      "I don't see it," he deadpanned.
      You sighed and shook your head, dismissing the cute puppy ideology. "Nevermind," you huffed. As hard as you tried to pretend you were upset with him, a smile teased at the corners of your mouth, anyway.
      "I'm sorry, darling, but I really don't!" he exclaimed, flopping back into the picnic blanket you two had laid out. Really, it wasn't even a picnic blanket. It was just a blanket. The two of you hadn't had time to find a proper one before embarking on your impromptu picnic. Nikolai, ever the improviser, had then brandished a quilt from Saints knew where. You suspected it came from Vasily's room, because who else would be pompous enough to own a red velvet blanket the size of China?
      You dramatically exhaled again. "I already said nevermind. Not all of us can be blessed with a creative vision such as mine, after all."
      Nikolai laughed. And Saints, the sound was downright melodic. You didn't even want to begin thinking about all the things you'd do to hear it one more time.
      A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Eventually, he began stroking your palm with his callouses fingers. You bit back a smile, and linked your pinkies together. A gathering of clouds mostly covered the sun - enough to allow only a bit of warm, gold light to seep out. You wondered briefly how Nikolai looked right now, basking underneath the faint sunshine. 
      The answer came to you easily, even without looking at him: fucking beautiful. 
      However, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of staring at him. The last time he had caught you gaping at him like a lovesick fool, he had teased you endlessly. It was ridiculous. It wasn't as if he didn't stare at you. No, actually. He stared at you all the time. In fact, he was doing it right now.
      You bit back a grin when you felt his eyes on you. But before you could tease him for it, he got up suddenly, offering you a hand.
      "Come on," he urged. "Follow me."
      "Where to?" you questioned curiously.
      He smirked. Tugged on your hand. Winked. "You'll see." 
      "Right, that's not cryptic at all," you muttered. 
      Eventually, after a minute or so of walking (and plenty of you trying to weasel more information out of him) the two of you had seemed to reach your destination. A huge tree hung above you, offering its shade. You plopped down, but Nikolai remained standing.
      Strangely, he was looking rather nervous. Repeatedly tugging at the collar of his beige button-up shirt, and kicking at the grass. 
      "Y/n, darling, don't just sit there, you're making me nervous," he whined. 
      You giggled, but stood up anyway. "I could say the same about you. What's on your mind, dear?"
      He took a deep breath, and looked you dead in the eyes. "I love you, Y/n. I love you, and I'm in love with you. I always have, and always have been. It's just- you're wonderful. And intelligent. And charming. And I am so, so glad you are my partner - in the romantic sense, and the platonic sense. If I'm being honest, I'm quite sure I'd be tearing at the seams without you to sew me back together every time I do something particularly foolish. 
      And I hope you'll always be there to ground me. Because I will always be there for you. Th-there's no other way to say this, my darling, but I'd quite like to spend the rest of my life with you, so..."
      He brandished a dark blue box from his back pocket (this probably wasn't the time, but you had to mention that you could never fit something that large in your pocket. Why did men's clothing always have bigger pockets?) and got down on one knee. 
      "Will you do me the honour of marrying me, Y/n?" he finished.
      Holy fuck. Holy mother of Saints. Holy everything. Was this real? Saints. This really was real, wasn't it? Nikolai Lantsov was proposing to you.
      A sob escaped from your throat, and you nodded frantically, not wanting him to think you were upset. "Yes," you said. "Saints, Nikolai, yes."
      He smiled. You knew that he smiled a lot, but this smile was different. Usually, he just grinned or smirked in a devilish way - this was more of a beam. He looked so genuinely happy (genuinely happy, because of you!) that it made your heart soar, and you were pretty sure you fell in love with him all over again for the second time. You'd never get tired of it, though. Not when it came to Nikolai (Nikolai, your husband-to-be!). Never when it came to Nikolai.
      You soon found yourself enveloped in a hug. He spun you around, both of you laughing (and crying). When he set you down, you could have sworn you saw his eyes welling up.
      "Now, my love, those better be happy tears," he tutted.
      "Of course they're happy tears, you stupid puppy dog!" you sniffed. "I love you."
      He beamed into your hair. "I love you, too, Y/n."
      What a feeling it was to be in love with Nikolai Lantsov, and to know that he was in love with you, too.
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rubysunnday · 3 years
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i found
Summary: Y/N found love in the one place it should never have been. In the Barrel for the Bastard of the Barrel
A/N: I've arisen from the dead, aka my tik tok hole. I wrote this piece for Magpie's 1.2k celebration (@magpiencrow) using the song prompt I Found by Amber Run.
I say using it. I planned on using it, forgot I was using it, remembered I was meant to be using it and plonked it in.
But alas. Here we are.
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The rain hadn't stopped all day. A thunderstorm had rolled in from the sea and had settled over Ketterdam, refusing to let up on its constant flashes of lightning and booms of thunder.
The humidity had given Y/N a migraine - one of the worst ones she'd had that year. She'd handed over her bartending role to Joe and had retreated the relatively quiet corner where Inej and Jesper were hiding.
Hiding being the optimal word.
There was unease amongst the three of them. A job the previous night hadn't gone to plan and Kaz had lost his temper with them all, removing himself to his office. None of them had seen him since last night and no one particularly wanted to see him.
Y/N knew she should probably go check on him but her head was pounding and she wasn't prepared for a shouting match.
"Someone should go talk to him."
Y/N scoffed, snatching up Jesper's shot glass and pressing it to her forehead, the condensation from the ice inside it easing the pounding momentarily. "Bagsy not me."
"Did you just say 'bagsy'?" Jesper asked, making a grabbing motion with his hand at his drink.
Y/N handed him his drink. "You introduced me to the bloody word." She sighed, sliding down in the booth, disappearing further under the table. "I'm not going to talk to him -one of you two can."
"Well, it truly is a lost cause if Y/N's giving up," Jesper muttered, sipping his drink.
Y/N titled her head back and exhaled slowly, closing her eyes. The heaviness of the air wasn't helping her head - nor was the problem known as Kaz.
Jesper glanced at her and his eyes narrowed with concern. He tapped Y/N's thigh. "Hey, you alright?"
"Mmm?" She opened her eyes and glanced at Jesper. Y/N patted his hand and closed her eyes again. "Fine, headache. Look, I think we should just leave Kaz to brood."
"He's not ok," Inej replied, twirling a knife between her fingers.
"When is he?" Y/N shot back. "Kaz will come to us when he's ready - there's not pointing in pissing him off before then." Y/N winced as someone smashed their glass against the wall and a fight started up in the far corner. Her overwhelmed brain wasn't happy."I'm gonna go outside."
She clambered over Jesper and slipped out the back door, winding through the piles of boxes and crates they'd yet to put away. The rain was still pouring down and the street outside the club was practically a river.
Y/N perched herself on an upturned crate and fished a cigarette out from her pocket - a habit she hadn't meant to pick up but somehow had. She found her lighter and lit the end of her cigarette, inhaling deeply before exhaling.
"I didn't know you smoked."
Y/N chuckled softly. She turned to look at Jesper. "I think it's a Kaz induced habit. Whenever he," she mimed strangling someone, "you know, I find myself smoking."
Jesper sat down on the crate next to her and Y/N silently offered him the cigarette. He took it and inhaled on it, his shoulders relaxing. Y/N leant back against the wall and watched one of the many leaking drain pipes outside the Crow Club.
"Kaz didn't mean what he said last night," Jesper said quietly, handing the cigarette back to Y/N.
Y/N lifted the cigarette to her lips and sighed. "Jesper, he never means it. He still says it, though. And he never apologises. But, alas, that is Kaz."
Jesper's leg brushed against Y/N's and she found herself relaxing a bit more in the presence of her friend.
"How many times have you thought about killing Kaz?"
Y/N laughed, her smile so wide it reached her eyes. "Oh, all the time. I have a whole plan as to how I'd do the deed and hide the body." She paused, glancing down at the smoking cigarette between her fingers. "I've thought about murdering him about as many times as I've thought about kissing him."
Jesper sighed softly, shifting close to Y/N and putting an arm around her shoulders. "Oh, Y/N."
She exhaled a laugh. "Yeah, yeah, I know." She nudged Jesper's knee. "You?"
"Every time he insults me - which is -"
" - every day," Y/N and Jesper said in unison. The two shared a glance and then burst out laughing.
"Saints, look at us bonding over our unrequited love," Jesper said, chuckling.
Y/N lifted her cigarette to her lips and took a long, deep drag on it. "He's such a dick."
"I know."
"I still love him."
"I know."
"Look, we have something in common! Finding love where it shouldn't be. In the form of our scary, incapable of loving anyone, boss." Y/N rested her head on Jesper's shoulder, linking her arm through his and cuddling into his side. "I'm glad you're here, Jes. Truly."
Jesper pressed a kiss onto the top of Y/N's head, resting his cheek on top of her hair. "I'm glad you're here too, Y/N."
Y/N nudged Jesper in the ribs. "Right, go on, off you go - this is all far too sentimental for my head."
Jesper laughed, standing up. He took off his blazer and chucked it at her. "Use it as an umbrella whilst you mope," he said in way of explanation at her confused frown. "Don't get shot!" Jesper called as he walked back inside.
Y/N snorted and laid the blazer over her legs. She inhaled and exhaled heavily, letting the end of her cigarette drop to the damp cobbles, stamping it out under her heel.
A pebble landed in a large puddle the other side of the alley, splashing loudly. Y/N looked up at the opposite window, frowning. As the ripples from the puddle settled, Y/N could just make out a silhouette of an all-black figure, looking out the window.
Y/N noticed the crow head cane in the figure's hand almost instantly. She stood up, pulling Jesper's blazer on and stepped out into the rain, not caring that she was getting wet.
"What?" Y/N asked, looking up at the window Kaz was standing in.
"Come here," Kaz called. Without waiting for her response, he turned away and, presumably, returned to his desk.
Y/N shook her head but obliged. She dragged a ladder out from behind a crate - she and Jesper had hidden it after they realised they couldn't do what Inej did and simply leap up onto the roofs and Saints forbid, need to use something to climb up there - and leant it against the building.
Kaz was sat at his desk in nothing but his waistcoat and shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. With his hands completely bare.
Y/N tried to look anywhere except at his hands. Or his bare arms. Or his face. In fact, she just tried to avoid looking at Kaz. The DeKappel on the wall suddenly proved to be very interesting.
"I have a job for you," Kaz said, his eyes firmly fixed on the paperwork in front of him.
Y/N resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Of course," she said pleasantly, trying to ignore the disappointment swirling inside her. She'd naively thought he'd apologise for what he'd said.
Not that he ever did apologise. Because, apparently, apologies were dangerous.
"I need you to go to Councilman Fere's house and talk to the footman - he's expecting one of us. Apparently, he has something of importance he needs to tell. But first, I wanted to discuss last night -"
"Oh, Kaz, can we not do this now?" Y/N asked, rubbing her forehead.
Yes, she wanted him to apologise. But judging from the tone he'd used, that wasn't going to happen.
She hated that, out of everyone in Ketterdam, she'd fallen for Kaz. Kaz - a man who didn't seem to know what emotions were.
"Why?"
"Because my head is killing me and I don't want to do this now," Y/N replied, snapping out of her inner thoughts. "We can discuss it tomorrow when, hopefully, my head isn't trying to murder me."
Kaz was watching her closely. Whether he noticed the pain behind her eyes or how she was ever so slightly squinting at the numerous candles, he said nothing.
Instead, all he said was "fine, tomorrow afternoon."
Y/N nodded, trying not to wince as a sharp pain lanced through the back of her head. She turned around to go, heading towards the door and her bed.
"Y/N, wait."
Y/N turned back around as Kaz threw something at her. She lurched forward and caught a small, silver tub. "What's this?" She asked, holding it up.
"Numbing cream," Kaz explained, sitting back down. "It helps with headaches and other things." He paused, twirling a pen between his slender fingers. "I use it for my knee."
Y/N was trying her absolute hardest to not smile. "Thanks, Kaz."
"Oh, and don't worry about that job," Kaz added, now thoroughly engrossed in his work again. "I'll send Jesper."
"Are you sure? I don't mind -"
"Go to bed, Y/N," Kaz said, his tone neither harsh nor gentle. He looked up at her, his eyes staring firmly at her. "Get some rest. If what this footman tells us what I think he will, we're going to have a long night tomorrow."
Y/N nodded, pocketing the tin of cream in Jesper's blazer. "Yeah, 'course. Night, Kaz."
Y/N stepped out of Kaz's office and closed the door. She leant back against it for a moment, exhaling her anxiety.
Any conversation with Kaz was dangerous - Y/N never knew if she was going to murder the man or shove him up against a wall and kiss him. She'd found love in the one place it shouldn't have been. In the Barrel. And she'd found it for the one person who would never love her back.
The Bastard of the Barrel.
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ladydaemon · 3 years
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HOME IS THE TWO OF US
jesper fahey x female! reader
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A/N: this is my fic for @magpiencrow's 1.2k writing challenge - i chose to combine 'you and i' by queen and 'two of us' by the beatles. and yeah this is more than two weeks later than when i said i would post this what about it
Summary: jesper and y/n have a wonderful night on ghezen's day
Warnings: swearing, i think that's it? its literally just pure indulgent fluff
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"You do realize someone probably worked very hard to earn kruge like this, right?" Y/N L/N grinned, holding up a thick wad of money they had stolen from someone's pockets. She was seemingly unperturbed by the fact, her tone light and teasing as she bumped playfully into Jesper.
"And we, my dear, are working very hard on spending it," Jesper winked, wrapping one of his long arms around her shoulders. He snatched the kruge from her hand, immediately spending a portion of it on the first thing he laid eyes on, which was a ridiculously bright orange hat that burned Y/N’s eyes just looking at.
Jesper plopped it on her head, adjusting it so it was crooked, laughing.
Y/N would have done anything to hear that laugh.
The streets were loud and boisterous and carefree, and for the first time in a very long while, the two of them felt the same way. For today, at least, there were no chores or errands or jobs to do.
It was Ghezen's Day - the holiday that signified the starting of spring, where everything was sunny and bright. It was the one day where even the lowest of the Barrel thugs were out enjoying this tiny sliver of happiness, where there was only whistling vendors and cheery parades and star-gazing at night.
But for Y/N and Jesper, it was something more. It was a day where they weren't con artists or thieves or sharpshooters. They weren't thugs or gamblers or criminals.
They were teenagers.
Kaz, of course, pretended like he didn't care. He rolled his eyes and told them that were just trying to get away from chores they despised or any actual work. But everyone knew, even if they didn't admit it, that today was a day where they could pretend.
Pretend to be normal, pretend to be regular, pretend that they had loving families and good homes. Pretend that the weight of being hated and criminalized and addicted didn't make their shoulders slump and their heads hang. Pretend that they didn't muffle their sobs behind closed doors or shake in bed as they tried to rid their minds of all the horrible, treacherous, necessary things they had done.
Pretend that they were just a pair of inseparable best friends having a good holiday.
"C'mon, we need to find a good spot to see the sky," Jesper needled, taking Y/N by the arm and dragging her toward a carriage, elbowing a small, old lady out of the way and almost running them over a few small children on the way.
On Ghezen's Day, an hour after the sun set, the city mandated that all lights be shut off - the sky was clearer than it ever was in the hours that followed, and nearly everyone over the age of twelve stayed up until dawn, watching the sky. However, there was still pollution in the city, remainders of the gas and oil and muck churned up from the sea and the homes of the wealthy, and many preferred to ride to the outskirts of town, if not all the way into the country, where the sky was more visible.
Those towns that bordered between rural and urban, which never saw much tourism or profit, were the most popular places to be, full of tents for dancing outside and vendors selling foreign delicacies and musicians standing in the streets.
And as such, it was almost impossible to get a carriage out of the city without deploying either bony knees, steel-capped boots, or vicious elbows.
And that was exactly what was happening as people shoved and hassled people out of the way, even occasionally pulling out thick wads of kruge, trying to bribe other people in getting out of the limited selection of carriages going out of the city.
"The woman with the black shawl," Y/N whispered (though she needn't have bothered - the city was loud enough to mask any noise), leaning in and brushing her lips against Jesper's ear so he could hear her.
She could’ve sworn she felt him shudder.
"Ten minutes. No less."
"Twenty kruge.”
"Done."
Y/N grinned, slipping out of Jesper's hold and sauntering over to the woman in question, a pretty red-head. The woman was obviously rich (Y/N took a moment to appreciate the elegant dark blue dress she was wearing, paired with pretty gold earring and a matching necklace) and was about to step into a black carriage - one that Y/N was about to charm her out of.
"Hey there, miss," Y/N called out, putting on the face of an entitled, flirtatious mercher. "You wouldn't mind sharing the carriage, would you? I can’t seem to find an available one, and I’d rather share one with a beautiful lady such as yourself instead of some of those Barrel barbarians.”
The woman stopped halfway into her seat, looking back at Y/N.
If Y/N hadn’t been wearing the obviously expensive clothes she was, with the even more expensive diamond necklace around her throat (that Jesper had given her last Ghezen’s Day, as a present), the woman would have simply shut the carriage door in Y/N’s face.
Then there was the fact that she was gorgeous, and nobody in their right mind would refuse a two hour carriage ride alone with her.
That was Jesper’s opinion, at least.
“I could say the same about you,” the mercher grinned, opening the door wider.
Y/N smiled back, stepping into the carriage and placing her hand delicately on the other woman’s arm-
And swiftly shoved her into the streets, slamming the door behind her. Jesper climbed in from the other side, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Cruel.”
“Please, I slipped fifty kruge in her sleeve, she’ll be fine.”
“Ah. In that case, proceed. I don’t like anyone flirting with my Y/N, anyway.”
Y/N smirked at him, handing the driver a wad of kruge and telling him to step on it.
“Criminals,” he muttered, snapping the reins.
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"Heels down, Y/N, love," Jesper shouted, grinning.
Y/N, switching the reins to one hand, flipped him off, scowling, but adjusted her feet in the stirrups anyways, forcing her heels downward and huffing when her calves ached. “I hate you.”
“We both know you love me,” Jesper shouted back, easing back into a trot - Y/N did the same, easing her weight further into the balls of her feet and gripping the saddle tighter between her knees. Beside her, Jesper had already done the same, posting in time with his horse’s gait.
“Where are we going again?” Y/N asked, panting as she slowed her horse down to a full stop.
“Absolutely nowhere.”
“Do we’re going nowhere, and basically getting nowhere and you want me to be happy about all this work?”
“Yes? You’re being blessed with my presence.” Mock indignation filled the words and Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Fine,” Jesper huffed, “let’s go back home.”
But home wasn’t always a place, was it?
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”Come on, I’m hungry,” Y/N whined, pulling Jesper’s wrist with her as she power-walked through the crowded, small town in search of some sweets.
”Ooh, cinnamon honey cakes,” Jesper said dryly, almost smacking into Y/N when she came to a full, screeching halt.
”Don’t you dare joke about honey cakes,” she hissed, poking him in the chest.
”I wasn’t,“ Jesper chuckle, nodding toward the vendor selling the sweets in question.
Y/N gasped audibly, dragging him along with her as she practically sprinted for the cart.
”After this, we’re going straight to the pond. We don’t want anyone to steal our spot.”
~
Y/N flopped down on her bed, staring at her wall of paper in boredom.
Each scrap of parchment, every napkin with hastily scribbled writing in the back, was a letter from Jesper.
Every week, no matter where Jesper was at the moment, he would write her a letter - describe where he was in detail, and then every thought that came to mind. It was a strange tradition (that nobody remembered how it came about) that Nina liked to tease them about.
You two have separation anxiety, she would giggle. Like an overprotective mother and her baby.
Two best friends, actually, Y/N would respond, stuffing her face with waffles.
Um, no. Would ‘best friends’ write, and I quote, “I’ll be home soon” on every letter they write?
Yes, they would, Y/N would sigh, snatching whichever letter Nina had gotten ahold of that time, and stare at the phrase in question.
Because home wasn’t a place.
~
“Stop doing that,” Jesper whined, plucking the lit match from Y/N’s fingers and tossing it into the pond.
She huffed, sticking out her tongue and lighting another one, waiting until it had burned down to her fingers before flinging it into the lake. “It’s a habit, Jes.”
They could’ve been there bickering playfully, enjoying each other’s company in silence for three days or three hours or a mere three minutes. Time didn’t exist, didn’t matter when they were alone together.
Laughter rang through the darkness, lanterns only bobbing pinpricks of light behind them - drunk giggles and cheerful music echoed back to them, but it didn’t really register to either of the two.
Moonlight bathed the two of them in a white glow as they both stood up as the stars gradually came out, twinkling, tiny lights covering the marbled, dusky blue-purple-black night sky, exposing nebulae and swirls and whorls of colors.
~
“Y/N, love, you’re gonna catch a cold.”
“I don’t care in the slightest.”
Jesper sighed, a grudging smile overtaking his face as he watched Y/N. She was soaked to the bone, hair and clothes sticking to her skin, nose ruddy from the cold.
“Dance with me,” she pleaded, holding out a hand to him.
She looked beautiful.
Jesper finally relented, picking Y/N up and twirling her around. She squeaked, closing her eyes, gripping onto his arms for dear life as the rain came down in silver sheets around them.
When he set her back down, the world seemed to stop spinning, the carriages stopped moving, it was just him and her and the rain.
“Let’s go home,” Y/N said eventually, quiet and peaceful, smiling up at Jesper.
But they were already home.
~
She turned to Jesper, about to remark on how pretty the whole thing was, but stopped in her tracks. He was staring at her, a small, happy smile on his face, an unreadable emotion in his silver eyes.
“Wha-“
He closed the three feet of space between them, grabbing her face between his hands, gently, like she was as precious as the diamonds around her neck. Not like she was breakable - like she was valuable, and he never wanted to lose her.
He gave her time to pull away, to laugh and make a joke, but she only stared back at him, the quizzical expression gone, on its place one of fear and hope and happiness.
And then his mouth was on hers and her hands were messing up his hair and she couldn’t feel the grass on her feet anymore or the wind on her neck or her heart, jittering in her chest like it wanted to burst out and fly into the night, only him, him, him.
And then he pulled away and kissed her nose, her eyelids, her forehead. He was laughing, hands going to her waist to twirl her around and around and then she was laughing too, too many emotions to count bubbling up in her chest. Elation, hope, almost hysterical happiness, and-
Absolute certainty.
That was the feeling, that was the one thought filling her head - that there weren’t any questions anymore, because this was where she was supposed to be, this is what she was supposed to be doing, and for once, she was letting herself.
For once, she wasn’t thinking about the next day or the next job or the next week.
It was just the two of them.
Because she could never predict where life was going to lead her next, or foresee the future years, or know what horrible thing was going to happen to her next. Hell, she didn’t know what was going to happen in the next couple hours, let alone what type of sandwich she was going to eat tomorrow.
But she knew, with absolute and utter certainty, that she wanted to do it with him.
That whatever happened, she would be alright, because home wasn’t a place - and it wasn’t Jesper, either.
It was the two of them, together.
~
Music floated gently in the darkness, down to were Y/N and Jesper were laying in the grass. Her head was on his chest, and they were both staring at the stars.
Home is the two of us.
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crxwleyscorner · 3 years
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The Millionaire Waltz
Characters:Kaz Brekker x (Female)Reader
Type:Fluff with the tiniest bit of angst
Summary:Kaz finally found love but had to let it go,will it find it's way back to him?
A/N:Song fic inspired by The Millionaire Waltz by Queen!This is part of @magpiencrow's 1.2K celebration so CONGRATS!!!and i hope you like this!I have not written in a loooong time so this might not be my best work but i'm still happy with it
Warnings:Getting cut on glass (on accident)
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“Never make decisions out of fear Jesper,only out of spite”,one of the many sentences uttered by Kaz Brekker that had stuck in Y/N’s mind,though that wasn’t how she operated.
I make them out of love,she had to stop herself from saying on that fateful night.That is one of the ways those two were polar opposites,while Kaz always made his decisions using logic,Y/N was known for following her emotions like a lost puppy.Maybe that’s why she could only ever be a follower,the blood of a leader just didn’t run through her,yet she was happy that out of all the people she could be following she was lucky enough to land on Kaz Brekker.
The girl found love everywhere she went,she loved to sing,dance,paint,even if she wasn’t the best at it,she would always say as long as you put love in it,it's beautiful.Anyone else would’ve loved these characteristics but people with a heart as full as hers weren’t known to last long at Ketterdam,and that’s exactly why Kaz worried,he worried so much that she would get hurt by her own heart
But what he hated the most was that he was getting hurt by his own heart.Without wanting,without realizing until it was too late,he had fallen for her,fallen hard.Her songs had drawn him in like a siren draws a sailor to his end.The bastard of the barrel was known for many things but love never crossed that list and he hoped it would stay that way,yet his hopes went unanswered.
He tried and tried to bury his feelings down below,deep enough that the most skilled detective couldn’t find them,with no success.So after hiding for so long he decided if you can’t beat them,join them,and he did.No longer did he leave for his office when celebration started,no,now he would sit and listen to her pour her heart out after a few drinks with a badly written song or dance the night away with Jasper,he so badly wanted to join her but he knew he couldn’t,so he just watched,and for a long time that was enough to make him happy.
“You can’t keep getting hurt like this” Kaz had scolded Y/N as she sat in his office.The girl’s hand was wrapped in bandages,she had gotten it scarred on their latest heist,everything was going well until she had tripped and fallen hands first on pieces of broken glass.She had known they were there but was simply too distracted by the beauty of the paintings in front of her to remember,hence falling right on them.
Looking up from the scribbles she had been making on her bandages with an ink pen she said “Kaz i’ve survived worse,and how come you don’t scold Jasper or Inej like this when they get hurt?”
She was looking straight at him now and Kaz felt like she was looking through him.Everyone could tell that he worried much more for her than any other Crow and Y/N wanted some answers,she didn’t know his feelings so in her mind she had insecurities that maybe he thought less of her,thought her as incompetent
Kaz simply muttered what he had been thinking this entire time“Because i care about you,i care about them too but not the same way i do for you”.He knew no heist was worth getting her hurt,no amount of money could make him feel as she could,with only one look at his direction she could make him feel like the richest man not just in Ketterdam,but in the whole world.
Y/N still wasn’t too sure what to make of that but then he met her gaze and it was like the muddy waters had cleared,with just one look she understood,and she was happy,the saints couldn’t have stopped the smile that grew on her face
”I feel the same way” she had said and now they were both happy,a happiness so pure,a type Kaz hadn’t felt in a long time,she made him feel like he had everything,made him feel like a millionaire.Months went by and they stayed that way,but everything good must come to an end,right?On an unsuspecting morning the girl had received a letter from her family seas away,someone close to her had gotten deathly sick and she must leave immediately if she wanted to say her goodbyes,so she did.Kaz didn’t try making her stay,he knew how it felt to lose someone close to you and he wanted her to at least get to say goodbye.
It broke his heart watching her leave,getting on that ship and not knowing if he was ever going to see her again.She had promised him she’d come back but he knew promises don’t always stay true.”I’ll always come back to you love and until then” she had said handing him a heart locker “keep this part of me with you” and with that she left,he didn’t take his eyes of the ship until it was swallowed by the fog surrounding the sea.
When he opened the locket he found a piece of her hair in it,a part of her would always be with him no matter what.That part was all he had of her for months and it was driving him crazy.The crows would always try and console him,she was okay,she will be back,but nothing could change the growing anxiety he felt.He wanted,no,he needed for her to be back,needed it desperately.He loved her so much that the mere thought of something bad happening to her made him feel like throwing up.Each day he would wait at the dock,each day he would go home empty handed,until today.
It had felt like a dream,watching her figure slowly emerge from the ship,breathing in the air of Ketterdam.He had seen her before she saw him since she was busy tugging at the luggage behind her.Kaz had never ran so fast towards someone,and when she saw him she had to stop herself from throwing her arms around her love,but she couldn’t stop herself from having the biggest smile on her face.
Reaching her hand forward,she choked out “I’ve missed you so much” tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes.Kaz took her hand,giving it a squeeze,“Me too” and letting it go and at that moment everything was okay,all their anxieties and worries gone for at least a few moments,moments that they cherished more than anything.Kaz finally had his girl right there,she came back just as she promised to and he swore to never let her go again.
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pumpkin-stars · 3 years
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Here’s my masterlist for all my 2021 kinktober fics! Warnings are listed within the fics themselves, but type of reader is listed below. Please nobody under 18 read/interact!
I used this list by @the-purity-pen​
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1. Even Score face-sitting & Cream-pie, Ezra x AFAB!Reader 0.7k
2. Better Places Threesome, Franke Morales x GN!Reader x Santiago Garcia 1.3k
3. Leaving Marks Ass Worship, Poe Dameron x GN!Reader 0.6k
4. Reconciliation Knife Play, Dave York x Fem!Reader 1.6k
5. Magnetism Uniforms, Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader 0.6k
6. Temptation Deep throating, Thief!Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader 1.6k
7. Caught Roleplay, Din Djarin x GN!Reader 0.9k
8. Compromise Size difference & Cunnilingus, Frankie Morales x AFAB!Reader 0.7k
9. A Deserved Break Lingerie, Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader 1.1k
10. Blood Sugar Hickey/biting marks, Max Phillips x AFAB!Reader 0.5k
11. Reflect Being recorded & Mirror sex, Nathan Bateman x Fem!Reader 1.2k
12. Strung Up Begging, Agent Whiskey x Fem!Reader 0.5k
13. Heightened Sensory Deprivation & Licking, Matt Murdock x AFAB!Reader 0.7k
14. Good Timing Bath/Shower, Pero Tovar x Fem!Reader 0.6k
15. Apartment 1B Masturbation, Zach Wellison x GN!Reader 0.6k
16. Mix Up Accidental Stimulation, Marcus Pike x Fem!Reader 0.6k
17. Knocked Down Pegging, Billy Russo x AFAB!Reader 1.0k
18. Desperate Measures Hand jobs, Benny Miller x GN!Reader 0.7k
19. Focus Glove kink & Impact Play, Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader 0.6k
20. Candy Phone sex, Llewyn Davis x Fem!Reader 0.5k
21. Unexpected A/B/O, Oberyn Martell x AFAB!Reader x Ellaria Sand 1.2k
22. Recovery Thigh riding & Praise kink, Maxwell Lord x Fem!Reader 0.7k
23. Rewatch Cock warming, Nathan Bateman x Fem!Reader 0.7k
24. Delay Slow and soft, Geralt of Rivia x AFAB!Reader 1.0k
25. Chosen Breeding, Din Djarin x Fem!Reader 0.8k
26. Delay Cock ring, Santiago Garcia x AFAB!Reader 0.7k
27. Breathe Swallowing, Ezra x GN!Reader 1.0k
28. Magpie Almost getting caught, The Thief x Fem!Reader 0.9k
29. Helping Out Period Sex, Max Phillips x AFAB!Reader 0.6k
30. Stalwart Against a wall, Leto x Fem!Reader 0.6k
31. Need Wild card, Din x AFAB!Reader 2.3k
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djarinsbeskar · 3 years
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Dorne - Boxer!Din AU
A/N: I have no excuses. This is for @asta-lily who claimed she wouldn't know peace until she had this after our many 7some chats so... enjoy??? Consider this a taster of such, since I've never written something like it eheh. Idk if this will be part of the main AU, I just needed to get it out of my head. Really making use of that relaxed fit model, guys. No edits/beta, stream of thought ramblings that I'm just clicking post on. Check out The Prince of Dorne, a modern!Oberyn fic set in the same universe as the boxer!
Word Count: 1.2k
Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)
Warnings: SMUT! MFF oral sex (male receiving).
Main Masterlist | Boxer Materlist
He felt like a king.
No, even a king worshipped something, money, power, connections.
He felt like a god.
“Fuck—”
Din groaned lowly, his head falling against the plush back of the luxurious chesterfield sofa that decorated one of the private back rooms at Dorne, a casino owned by his most generous and hands on sponsor. Dual heat from two wet tongues lapped indulgently along his cock, soaking him in saliva as small noises of pleasure were mixed with the wet sounds of kissing when tongues met over his leaking tip.
Whiskey eyes, darkened to obsidian under the low lights opened enough to watch you. Pink tongue dragging between painted lips up along the swollen shaft while your eyes – sunlight beneath clouded lust – met his mischievously.
Fucking hell. You were a damned siren. His lips parted on a strained exhale as you curled your tongue beneath the head, the raven haired beauty you had seduced earlier in the evening circling her tongue furtively around the fat head.
You broke the hold you held over him with your eyes when you turned to the woman on her knees beside you. Abby – Ally? – he couldn’t remember her name. You kissed her slowly, every movement of your tongue into her mouth catching the tip of his cock that wept in pearly beads of desperate need.
One of your hands – skilled and strong from the hours you spent a day working with them – stroked him, the wet lash of your palm along his thick girth as your guest ran her hands down your neck—wet tongue disappearing into your molten mouth he was suddenly ravenous to feel on his own. She worshipped your body gently, all soft caresses and delicate grazes of slim fingers, the complete opposite to his own form of worship; devouring, consuming, defiling you with his desire. She worshipped you like one would at a temple, an altar. He worshipped you like a primal sacrifice to ancient, wrathful gods.
You released his cock just long enough to take one of hers from where she was exploring your body, wrapping her fingers back around the base of his cock to continue stroking while her other hand worked on pushing the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders. Din twitched at the sound of your mewl when the woman’s hand found the soft swell of a breast, kneading it hard as your kiss grew sloppy.
You broke it with a gasp, turning to lap at his head, dragging the tip of your tongue to gather his precum, the single contact a frisson of electricity across open water—all his nerves heightened to the combination of pleasure from both your mouths as Abby – Ally? – latched her lips to his shaft, kissing up and down it feverishly as she jerked her hand up the length.
“Fuck, baby—so good,” he moaned, the heavy crease between his brow furrowing further as the tendons in his neck strained – humming – with the tension he held in his muscles. You hummed around his tip, licking it like a damned lollipop you couldn’t get enough of before sucking the head with a dexterous swirl of your tongue.
Your dress pooled lower, just enough for the lace of the lingerie you had worn – his favourite – to be seen peeking out from the collapsed neckline. It slid down further when you turned to caress the back of your guest’s hair, raven locks passing through your fingers when she parted swollen lips from his shaft to kiss you again. But you shook your head.
“Open,” you purred.
Fucking hell, you were so hot—the way your free hand gripped her jaw in a delicate hold to encourage her lips to part, a languid kiss to her cheek—her mouth opening obediently for you to lead her down so she could engulf his sensitive head. Her eyes fluttered, your lips parted—guiding her down further, taking more of him. It was a hedonistic vision. You, guiding her head up and down on his cock – strings of saliva and drool dribbling from her lips and his cock while you murmured soft praise.
He moaned.
You mewled with a kiss to his navel at the sound—a sliver of toned muscle and tawny skin exposed from where you had unbuttoned his shirt in a rush earlier.
A flare of intoxicating arousal, a primordial pride at seeing you with another woman to pleasure him—no combative jealousy or distain present, but an equally wild desire to pleasure one another that had his mind spinning.
“Are you enjoying your birthday, baby?” you questioned as you led the woman’s head down to take in more of him, his cock stretching her lips and throat convulsing as she gagged around his size. You cooed gently, kissing her temple, and running a finger through the tears that gathered at the corner of her eyes—ruining her makeup,
“I know he’s so big… you can take a little more though, can’t you?”
She nodded with a moan, bobbing up and down his cock while he gravelled your name, his hand dropping to card through once perfectly styled hair as you sucked one of his balls – heavy and full with a need to empty inside you – into your mouth, the gentle suck and massage of your tongue over the sensitive sac making him pant, his chest heaving more than it would be even after three rounds in the ring.
“Come here, sweetheart— fuck," he snarled, a warning steel to his voice and the hand that tightened in your hair. He wanted to taste you himself, needed it—needed to regain some control.
You released his balls with a wet smack, climbing up his large frame as he bade to settle half on top of him as your mouth met his. His tongue licked into your mouth with a growl, your fingers massaging his balls in place of your mouth where it was preoccupied with the invasion of his tongue. The taste of champagne and a distinct saltiness mixed on his tongue as you gave into his domination, whimpering your desire for him into his mouth as you released him to tangle both hands in his hair.
“Good choice, baby—she’s almost as greedy for my cock as you are.”
His words were rasped teasingly against your lips, caught on a hitch when she took as much of him down her throat once more—his heavy lids falling to half mast as you watched the pleasure play out on his features,
“Almost,” you growled, and he smirked at the undercurrent of possessiveness in your tone, “but I wanna see if she’s as greedy for pussy too, baby—”
His chest exploded with a snarl of lust, pressing a hard kiss to your mouth, a blind hand roaming down your exposed back to the fabric of your dress, bunching his fingers in the material to drag it up over your ass. A swift slap to your exposed cheek before he kneaded the flesh roughly, spreading it—manipulating the softness to his will, and he grinned,
“Mm, you’re just full of good ideas today, sweetheart.”
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hellhoundsprey · 2 years
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SPN Kink Bingo 2021—hhp’s Masterpost
11.3 months. 25 squares. 124k of words. A colorful array of all the kinks, ships and dynamics .
A masterpost for you to handpick your sweets for the day. (Square - title - wordcount - ship - main tags) (Alternate view: the entire bingo card on AO3.)
mirror sex——Souvenir (9.9k) J2, Jensen/Ty // ex sex
humiliation——a guide to proper pet care (7.5k) wincestiel, wincest, sastiel // a/b/o, underage, pseudo-bestiality, mpreg
sexting——minute game (2.9k) Alex/Jensen // college, recreational drug use
autofellatio——Snack (1k) Sam/others // rape, werewolves
pussy spanking——Indulge Me (2.9k) Amara/Dean // domme!amara, sub!dean, impact play
lingerie——something blue, something new (1.1k) sastiel // fem!sam
body modification——Fairy Dust (6.3k) wincest // noncon body modification, dark!dean, mtf!sam
pregnancy kink——Surrogate (11.5k) Jeff/Jensen, J2 // friends to parents, mpreg
daddy kink——wound licking (3.2k) Claire/Dean // drunk sex, rough sex
uncut cock——pancake syrup (17k) J2 // underage, intersex!jensen
prince albert——Roadrunner (3k) Jensen/Ty // cop!ty, asshole!jensen
cybersex——Polar (5.2k) sastiel // a/b/o, alpha/alpha, dom!cas, sub!sam, d/s play
free space——Resin (5.2k) wincest // underage, fem!sam, sex pollen, first time
fire play——Eight Of Swords (2k) adam/michael, lucifer/sam // rape, gore, horror
shower sex——pastime (5.4k) J2 // mob!AU, bodyguard!jared, older!jared
incest kink——red blood, yellow roses (5k) weecest // fem!dean, underage, jealousy, voyeurism, first time
grinding——two sides of a blade (3.5k) Dean/John // dean in panties
filming sex——On Bought Time (9.6k) destiel, Dean/Jack // mob!AU, violence, rape, blackmail
necrophilia——fanboy (794) Belphegor/Dean // gore, rough sex
rough sex——Sandcastles (10.8k) J2, Alex/Jensen, J2A // a/b/o, rape
st. andrew’s cross——Magpie (2.5k) Ty/J3 // BDSM, humiliation, sub!ty
anal beads——best interest (662) weecest // underage, a/b/o
masochism——Repentance (1.2k) samwena // fem!sam, magic, spanking
costumes——Red Velvet (4.5k) mishalecki // halloween, costume parties, drugged sex
spreader bars——Foxglove (1.1k) Bela/Jo // bondage, sub!jo, domme!bela
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imeminemp3 · 3 years
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thx @cartoonsun 4 tagging me 2 answer 30 questions:)))
(1.) name / nickname:
rené hehe:))))))
(2.) gender:
boys from 80s/90s movies with floppy hair
(3.) star sign:
scorpio sun, virgo moon, pisces rising, and i dont know what any of that means gd bless
(4.) height:
5’8″
(5.) time:
6:18
(6.) birthday:
02111999
(7.) favorite bands/groups:
you regret asking me this question. anyway: day6, red velvet, loona, stray kids, one direction, ateez, seventeen, exid, shinee
(8.) favorite solo artist:
lee hi, sunmi, hyuna, tswift, WOODZ wbk
(9.) song stuck in my head:
running gaho, and breathe lee hi
(10.) last movie:
san junipero isn’t a movie but i watched it last night
(11.) last show:
black mirror technically but only cus i wanted to watch san junipero and i counted that as a movie SO the last show i actually watched was he is psychometric
(12.) when did i create this blog:
ummm like. 2014?? she stuck w me thru all my hyperfixations
(13.) what do i post:
kpop, aes, funny things i think my friends will like, loads of gay stuff, any shiny thing that catches my eye bcus im a magpie actually
(14.) last thing googled:
penelope bcus i want a face mask like her scarf
(15.) other blogs:
lavenders--green which is an online grimore allegedly l111ght which i dont even KNOW the idea came to me at 1am and i couldn’t sleep till i made it sharkpuppyofficial TECHNICALLY cus im a mod but i always forget to check it so rip (easiest way 2 get my attention on there is tagging us in ur content and ill get around to it) untilthatdaycomic which is a secret surprise shhhh
(16.) do i get asks:
HAHAHAHAH lol no not even when i rb games (pls send asks im lonely)
(17.) why did i choose this url:
bcus i love the spiral i love my wife helen and i love michael. u can imagine im very mad rn following recent events:))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
(18.) following:
my frens, some content blogs, basically anything that posts abt fandoms im in, some aes blogs, which comes into abt 1.2k blogs lmao
(19.) followers:
like 650 or so which is whack actually. not that followers matter on here i literally have more followers on twitter of all places so. yeah
(20.) average hours of sleep:
ummmmm i try for atleast 6 every night?? been more lately bc im so tired
(21.) lucky number:
2!! is it narcisistic that the reason is its my birthday?
(22.) instruments:
i played clarinet but idk her anymore. i really want to learn bass i think i’d be hot then
(23.) what am i wearing:
hot girl shit aka; black top with high neck and slightly flareed long sleeves under a crop that has black and white cheks and spaghetti straps, and my trusty black mom jeans, and cute socks as always (they have stars on them) ALSO this cute new pink eyeliner i bought which is important to mention
(24.) dream job:
i wanna be a cowboy babey actually want a lil cafe that sells/displays art and books and has a lot of plants
(25.) dream trip:
want to go aroud australia, and go to new zealand, japan, south korea, scotland and honestly i just want to go everywhere actually
(26.) favorite food:
rice and noodles and hot choclety milk
(27.) nationality
white australian
(28.) favorite song:
better better day6, gold rush tswift, body talk red velvet, idk i love so many songs
(29.) last book read:
i was just on the tram rwading the goldfinch being a very pretentious main chaacter BUT there was another pretentious main character sitting near me who was reading milk and honey
(30.) three fictional universes you'd like to live in:
idk narnia i guess, nightvale and is the trc universe qualifiable????bc i want to live in cabeswater thanks
ok ill tag @flightlesslovers @homeinabookshelf @billdenbrough @morbidstuff2019 @sadprose-auroras @oneweekmp3 @lalisagbt idkidk who to tag. feel free to tag urself on my behalf nd do this if u see it ahahah
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Evak Fics - Harry Potter AU
HP au art by @atelierbailey 
Animated art by @art-vandeley 
** HP AU ** WIPs ** A HP is referenced fic ** Bonus Sana/Eva fic
(2018) Isak and Even in the Wizarding World by decraziness (SERIES, 3 FICS) - Short one shots. Quidditch World Cup final. Battle of Hogwarts. Werewolf Even.
(2017) it's all that i love and all that i need by chasingflower (SERIES, 2 FICS) - Isak and Even meet for the first time on the Hogwarts Express.
(2017) Cat Got Your Secret? by smilexdarling (567 words) - A simple afternoon of cuddling is interrupted by the appearance of a strange cat.
(2019) Chapter 1 of Mix Tape by Laika_the_husband (648 words) - prompt "Did you just hiss at me?" Isak and Even meet on the Hogwarts Express
(2018) From Spark to Flame by MinilocIsland (1.5k words) - He'd thought he'd be alone in the castle for Christmas as usual. This year, however, there's a slight disruption to Isak's Christmas plans.
(2017) the ones that love us never really leave us by ahana (2k words) - Isak and Even. The Battle of Hogwarts, c. 1998.
(2017) Please Know That I'm Yours to Keep by pressurerin (2.9k words) - Even accidentally gives Isak a love potion.
(2018) Flying High by colazitron (3k words) - Isak Valtersen has announced his retirement from the quidditch pitch and, ahead of his last World Cup, sits down for an interview with Magical Norway's quidditch correspondent Even Bech Næsheim.
(2017) Love is a Smoke Made With the Fume of Sighs by dvorahbee (3.1k words) - Isak is in Slytherin and Even in Hufflepuff and they get frisky in the lavatory.
(2017) back to the place where our story begins by chasingflower (4k words) - Isak looks at his mother dubiously. "You mean I have to run into the wall?" (Or, an alternate universe where Isak and Even meet for the first time on the Hogwarts Express.) 
(2017) Quidditch and liquorice wand kisses by Bellakitse (4.2k words) - The first time Isak Valtersen meets Even Bech Næsheim the seven-year Ravenclaw chaser, it’s because the boy saves him from a bludger to the face.
(2017) his ladder to the stars by thekardemomme (5.3k words) - Isak and Even meet after a qudditich match.
(2017) Those Flowers on Your Head by whitehall (11k words) - Isak Valtersen is the first known male veela and Even's already doomed from the start
(2018) shrivelfig by towonderland72 (kittpurrson) (12k words) - Reuploaded in 2020. From the moment Isak and Sana are called into Auror Sætre’s office, he knows it’s going to be bad news. A Potterverse/The Bridge AU, in which Even and Isak are Aurors with a complicated history. 
(2017) A Bridge of Magpies by junkshopdisco (13k words) - One night, Even takes his troubles to the top of the Astronomy Tower, where he meets Isak and finds what he's been looking for: himself.
(2017) The Triwizard Tournament by evak1isak (18k words) - Norway hosts the Triwizard Tournament in its school of magic and Isak Valtersen happens to fall in love with one of the contestants, Even Bech Næsheim, from his own school. 
(2020) Magic er Love: or, an Evak Hogwarts AU by ravenclawkward (23k words) - Isak's head is full of homework, worries about his mom, and pretending to be something he's not. There's no room for the new Hufflepuff transfer student. Or is there? Amazing art included in the fic
********** WIPs **********
(2018) cast a spell on you by janesargnt (1.2k words) - Last update June 2018
(2019) Everything is real, but it's also just as fake by Siren_whispers (9.3k words) - Last update April 2020
(2018) All in good Spirits by nipsu (13k words) - Last update Oct 2018
***** HP IS REFERENCED *****
(2017) To Burn With Desire by photographer_of_thoughts (6.1k words) - Isak and Even are neighbours and Isak's father has a secret job that unintentionally helps Isak realize he's in love with his best friend. 
***** Bonus Sana/Eva ***** 
(2017) somewhere the sky is going soft by iphigenias (23k words) - Sixth year at Hogwarts and Eva’s got a lot on her mind: Quidditch, ex-boyfriends, and the daunting prospect of confronting her bisexuality. Not to mention an ever-increasing course load, helping a friend out of an abusive relationship, and the not-so-little crush she may or may not be nursing for a girl who happens to be her best friend. It's a good thing Hufflepuffs value hard work.
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Witcher Fic Rec List
Happy Fanfic Author Appreciation Day! I did one of these for my current obsession (Good Omens) earlier, but a lovely ask just motivated me to make one for my first obsession (The Witcher) too. Remember to leave the authors lots of love for this blessed celebration of Fandom!
(This is by no means an exhaustive list of all the wonderful fics in this fandom, but a sampling of some of my favorites for anyone who might be new in town. Enjoy!)
Rated-G:
No Monopoly on Altruism by @jikanet-tanaka (Dettlaff/Regis) (WIP) 6.4K words. Drabble Sequence, Injury Recovery, Slow Burn. 100 word drabbles for the rarest of rare pairs. Starting in the days where Dettlaff is resuscitating Regis after his dissolution by Vilgefortz. This project might be on hiatus, but I still love to go back and read it.
Absolution by Taricha (Gen Fic, no pairing) 6K words. Post-B&W, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending. Coming to terms with Syanna’s death. Dettlaff keeps visiting Anna Henrietta's room at night, and she cannot find a way to make him stay away.
A Merry Tune by nemluvnost (Regis/Geralt) (Not Rated, but probably G) 1.2K words. Silly, Cute, Dancing. A very short little happy interlude following B&W. Written entirely for fun. In which Ciri plays a match-maker.
I Will Find You by @andordean (Cahir/Ciri) 2.1K words. Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies AU, Pining, Unresolved Romantic Tension. Cahir was trying damn hard not to stare, not to follow Ciri like the lovestruck idiot that he was, but judging by her glances, he was failing miserably. In which Cahir has Got It Bad and Ciri has some recovering to do.
Rated-T:
It Takes A Hansa by @jikanet-tanaka (Gen Fic, no pairing) 18.5K words. Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies AU, Family Fluff, Raising a Child. Based off the book saga: In a kinder, better world, on a cold winter morning, Maria Barring's child is welcomed to the world by his exhausted mother and his overly giddy auntie Angoulême. Oh, and by his four dads. Overly self-indulgent AU where everybody survives, and Milva's kid gets to be raised by the most epic family of all time. (One of my favorite fluffy fics, and Regis is The Best Dad, In My Humble Opinion.)
Magpie by @asparrowsfall (Dettlaff/Regis and pre-slash Regis/Geralt) 7.7K words. Coming of Age, Blood Drinking, First Kiss, Drunkenness, Animal Death, Infant Death. A vignette of Regis and Dettlaff in their younger years. The tags sound heavy, but it’s actually pretty light and bittersweet (mostly sweet). Regis is a young, stupid vampire doing young, stupid things. A wonderful exploration of the characters.
Heart of the Matter by ValmureEld (Gen Fic, no pairing) 2.3K words. BroTP, Witcher Anatomy, Light Angst, Medical Fic, Friendship. Regis is an excellent friend and physician, and sometimes Geralt needs both to help him away from his uncertainty about his place in the world. Also known as, Regis keeps organs in his lab and this makes Geralt philosophical.
Blackbird by kaeltale (Dettlaff/Regis) 1.3K words. Depression, Overcoming Crisis, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship. Regis finds Dettlaff after the events of Tesham Mutna, and helps his estranged lover to heal.
Rated-M:
Blood Ties by @andordean (Ciri/Regis, Ciri/Cerys, Ciri/Tankred) 83K words. Friendship/Love, Post-canon, Alternate Ending, Queen of Cintra, Hurt/Comfort, Open Marriage/Polyamory, Complicated Relationships, Intimacy. This is a story of a witcheress and a vampire. A story of a journey, of facing the past, of choosing a future. A story of growth, of healing, a story of friendship. A story of love; of different kinds of love. (I could seriously write an essay on how much I LOVE this fic. It is so beautiful and sensitive, and Dordean has this wonderful respect and insight into who Ciri is; a strong and independent woman who has scars to overcome.)
The Promise of Dawn by @jikanet-tanaka (Gen Fic, no pairing) 11.1K words. Grief/Mourning, Depression, Recovery, Post-B&W. A remorseful, grief-stricken vampire tries to pick up the pieces of his life after doing the unthinkable.
Unsaid by @asparrowsfall (Regis/Geralt) 17.8K words. Soulmates AU, Telepathy, Wings. Based on the book saga: A soulmate AU, where soulmates form a telepathic bond. Geralt meets Regis at Fen Carn, and the story follows through the novel events all the way to Stygga Castle and beyond.
Young Wolves by @dreadelion (Eskel/Geralt) 8.3K words. Transgender Male Character, Friends to Lovers, ILLUSTRATED!! A collection of illustrated ficlets, showing Geralt and Eskel's friendship through the ages, from first meetings to best friends to something more. Part 1 of the Young Wolves series.
A Vampire, an Elf, and a Dragon Walk into a Bar by kaeltale (Regis/The Queen of the Night, Regis & Borch) 5.2K words. Young Regis, Philosophy, Established Relationship. Based on the book saga: Young Emiel and his girlfriend visit Dol Blathanna for a holiday. Things get a bit tense with the local elves, and a golden dragon plays referee. A fun exploration of what would happen if you stick Regis and Borch in a valley together and make them talk.
Rated-E:
Ripple Effect by @andordean (Ciri/Regis) 2.3K words. Hurt/Comfort, Past Abuse, Referenced Past Sexual Assault, Recovery. Despite the tags, it’s very soft. Ciri thought she had gotten over the past, that she had accepted everything that had been done to her, that she’d moved on... Falling apart in front of his eyes, she realised how wrong she had been.
space hollowed out of absence by @merulanoir (Regis/Geralt) 14.1K words. Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Whump, Post-canon, poetry. Regis didn't have enough time to tell Geralt all the things he needed to hear.  He didn't know it would end like this. He didn't know it wouldn't end.  Some wishes, desperate and unclear, are stronger than death.
Forget Me Not series, and We Name Each Other series by @merulanoir (Regis/Geralt, and Dettlaff/Regis/Geralt respectively) Really, Meru’s whole AO3 page is just packed with tons of (smutty) goodness that mostly revolves around Regis/Geralt. (Be sure to keep an eye on their updates, because something DELICIOUS is coming *wink*.)
All That's Mine I Carry With Me by @asparrowsfall (Regis/Geralt) 28.2K words. Post-canon, Alternate Ending, Bottom Geralt, Choose Your Own Ending. A smutty take on that last Regis/Geralt scene in ‘Blood and Wine’— including two Choose Your Own Endgame mini-epilogues!
Misethere by @astolat (Geralt/Emhyr) 46.2K words. Consent Issues, Sex Pollen, Infidelity, War, Seduction. I’m not going to give a summary here, but just know that, before I read this fic, I would never have thought I’d want Emhyr slash in my life. I am ruined. This fic ruined me. Forever. There is no hope.
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ARE YOU STILL SCREAMING ABOUT THOR: RAGNAROK? BECAUSE I’M STILL SCREAMING ABOUT IT. I need so much slice-of-life on the ship fic, I need so much kissing-and-more resolution to the hug scene, I need so much speculation on what happens when they get to where they’re going, I need so much about the various friendships forming, I need so much fic about a whole bunch of people crammed into a relatively small ship for months and the hilarious and awful things that happen because of it. AND FANDOM IS DEFINITELY ON A ROLL WITH IT, THERE’S MORE GREAT STUFF.  (Part one is here!) THOR: RAGNAROK FIC RECS: ✦ The Breath Between Regrets by Vera (Vera_DragonMuse), thor/loki & valkyrie & heimdall & hulk & korg, ragnarok spoilers, 9.5k    The journey to Midgard should take a year and a day. Long enough for many things. ✦ What the Thunder Said by kyrilu, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k    Days after the battle, Thor’s skin is still sparking lightning. ✦ the silver forked sky by powerfulsound, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, nsfw, 1.2k    There is a storm, sparking under Thor’s skin. Attracted to it, a magpie to shiny things, Loki is helpless in Thor’s wake. ✦ Reunion by riventhorn, thor/loki, nsfw, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k    After so long apart, Loki can’t help being drawn to Thor. ✦ Privilege to love by will_thewisp, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 2.6k    He didn’t know why Loki felt the need to fight him on every ground, to hide things that had no business being hidden, but he was determined to meet him on every occasion. To Thor it seemed that Loki fought with himself as much as with Thor. ✦ followed you down by homovikings, thor/loki & heimdall & valkyrie & tony & sif & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 5.3k    It’s Asgard but it isn’t. ✦ drowning on your shore by psikeval, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k    Loki, entirely solid, does not flicker and does not flinch. ✦ In my Arms by wetdandelions, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 1.2k    “I’m here,” says Loki. Set after the end of Thor: Ragnarok. PWP. SPOILERS. ✦ In the Flesh by hjbender, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, intersex!loki, 6.3k    Loki stares back, gives the stopper a gentle toss. It sparkles briefly in the air before he catches it again. “There isn’t anything else you’d like to give me? Nothing you’d like to say? Because”—he spreads his arms and smiles invitingly, both hands suddenly empty—“here I am.” ✦ Nowhere Is Home Unless We’re Both In the Same Place by Velocity_Owl87, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k    After the dust has settled, Thor realizes the implications of Kingship and Asgard’s future mean for him as the new King of Asgard. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to grapple with the situation alone, at least. ✦ Heroes Run Towards Their Problems by Naiveandoptimistic, thor & loki & valkyrie & hulk & korg & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 1.6k    Post-Ragnarok. Valkyrie is a drunken hot mess. Loki conceals, Hulk worries, and Thor gives some wisdom. ✦ Not an Illusion by janto321 (FaceofMer), thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k    Loki and Thor find comfort in one another ✦ black sheep and mischief by grim_lupine, thor & loki, ragnarok spoilers, 3.2k    A bird alights on Thor’s shoulder and pecks his cheek twice, hard enough to make him wince. “What are you doing?” it warbles in his ear. “Wondering what my brother is doing up at this hour, little bird,” Thor replies. “Will you go ask him for me?” ✦ Never Doubt That I Love You by ValkyrieShepard, thor/loki & heimdall & valkyrie & hulk & cast, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 10.6k    After Thor’s proposal, Loki pulls away. As Thor is busy trying to rule his people, Loki finds him again, and the two of them scout a possible planet for their people where Thor tries to get through his brother’s walls. There is much Loki has to work through. ✦ after you, i dont know what i believe in by CallicoKitten, thor/loki & valkyrie & bruce & heimdall & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 9.6k    aka, the long road to midgard ✦ Crossroads by kyrilu, loki & heimdall, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k    As Loki leaves Sakaar with a shipload of former prisoners, Heimdall decides to ‘visit.’ ✦ victory runes by spookykingdomstarlight, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 3.3k    A snake couldn’t change its colors, try as he might, trust his own intentions as he wanted to. At this moment, legs braced on either side of Thor’s lap, he couldn’t imagine doing anything to undermine Thor’s rule, his wants, his needs. But tomorrow was another day and Loki’s whims were mercurial. full details + recs under the cut!
THOR: RAGNAROK FIC RECS: ✦ The Breath Between Regrets by Vera (Vera_DragonMuse), thor/loki & valkyrie & heimdall & hulk & korg, ragnarok spoilers, 9.5k    The journey to Midgard should take a year and a day. Long enough for many things.    Oh, this was such a satisfying read, the length was just right for the giving room for all the events between movies to breathe, to give it time to explore life on the ship, to explore the developing relationships between various characters, and I really enjoyed how well balanced it was between the entire cast. It’s still a Thor/Loki fic at its heart, but it did a lot of bits of building those other relationships, Thor’s friendship with Valkyrie and Hulk and Heimdall all got their moments, even as Loki was most important, that the progression of the Thorki dynamic was wonderfully done, the characterization sharp and fun and so solid. I read this whole fic like I just whipped right on through it, the time barely seemed to pass because I was so engaged with it, nothing about it dragged at all, and was just really damn satisfying for slife-of-lice stuff that I’m craving about their journey to Earth. ✦ What the Thunder Said by kyrilu, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k    Days after the battle, Thor’s skin is still sparking lightning.    This was an absolute, utter delight to read, the banter is just a ton of fun, and this was really a fic about Thor coming to terms with everything, still wading through all the shit that happened, and it manifesting through lightning, as Loki pokes at him to help. It was lovely and super satisfying to read! ✦ the silver forked sky by powerfulsound, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, nsfw, 1.2k    There is a storm, sparking under Thor’s skin. Attracted to it, a magpie to shiny things, Loki is helpless in Thor’s wake.    Another lovely fic, this one more a collection of moments on the ship after the movie, little bits and pieces of characterization that show the progression of their relationship, that it’s not easy and it’s not a smooth path, there are still jagged edges, but they are absolutely moving forward. And I really liked this line especially, from Loki’s thoughts: I would have never knelt for her, but I would kneel for this insufferable oaf- ✦ Reunion by riventhorn, thor/loki, nsfw, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k    After so long apart, Loki can’t help being drawn to Thor.    Another lovely post-Ragnarok fic that’s all about their relationship and how they’re drawn to each other and the new stage they’re in, the new emotional intimacy that’s something a little better than it was. Still a work in progress, but moving forward. A very nice read to pick up after the movie! ✦ Privilege to love by will_thewisp, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 2.6k    He didn’t know why Loki felt the need to fight him on every ground, to hide things that had no business being hidden, but he was determined to meet him on every occasion. To Thor it seemed that Loki fought with himself as much as with Thor.    Sleepy sex! And that’s really what this fic is about, it’s a pwp that’s about showing the repaired connection between them and being much more light-hearted and good than things have been in ages. It’s definitely fluffy, but in the way that I really enjoy and I thought worked with the tone of the movie and where these characters are at. Plus, really satisfying and super hot sex, playful and sleepy and just like sinking into a very nice warm bath, ahhhh. ✦ followed you down by homovikings, thor/loki & heimdall & valkyrie & tony & sif & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 5.3k    It’s Asgard but it isn’t.    I’ve recommended this fic before, but it’s been updated and finished and so I wanted to do a new rec! I really enjoyed this fic, it sailed right along and it did a nice job of blending the movie events with those of the comics, of bringing Asgard to Earth, of reconnecting (or kind of not) with the other Avengers, of bringing Sif back to them, of showing that adjustment period where they figure out where to go next. It’s a fic that’s, at its heart, about Thor and Loki, but it does lovely worldbuilding and detailing, just as much as it shows the work they’re continuing to do on their relationship and the better direction everything is heading in for them, after so much shit has happened. I also really, really enjoyed the Tony parts of the story, that was definitely a scream to read and I’d have loved for more of the Avengers to show up! But also, BUILDING A NEW ASGARD, yes give me all of that. ✦ drowning on your shore by psikeval, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k    Loki, entirely solid, does not flicker and does not flinch.    A lovely little coda piece for the movie, it’s all about the intimate drama of the hug scene and everything they’re going through then, how it cuts deeply into both of them, how much it means to both of them. And then adding in some really nice, satisfying kissing to go with that! ✦ In my Arms by wetdandelions, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 1.2k    “I’m here,” says Loki. Set after the end of Thor: Ragnarok. PWP. SPOILERS.    Another nice little coda to the movie about that scene that got so many shippers going, with some nicely done and satisfying for resolution sex to go with it! A nice pwp for when you like emotional resolution but sometimes you just need them to kiss and then fuck already! ✦ In the Flesh by hjbender, thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, intersex!loki, 6.3k    Loki stares back, gives the stopper a gentle toss. It sparkles briefly in the air before he catches it again. “There isn’t anything else you’d like to give me? Nothing you’d like to say? Because”—he spreads his arms and smiles invitingly, both hands suddenly empty—“here I am.”    The beginning of this is a little unfocused/more about Loki than anything, but once they get past the initial awkwardness, I just got absolutely engrossed in this fic and sailed right through it because it’s pretty much everything I love in this fandom–banter, issues, and porn! It’s what it says on the tin, that it’s a pwp fic with one long sex scene, set after the movie and lightly touching on the possibility of Loki getting pregnant, and it hit all the tropes of this fandom in exactly the way that does it for me, that makes them sharp and sparkling again. The sex is ridiculously hot, it’s as enthusiastic as it is filthy, the way they both give each other shit and yet it’s done with such obvious adoration on both sides, that both of them are genuinely funny, that endears it even further to me. This really was one of my favorites to read for post-movie fic, it’s pwp but it’s not quick or over too soon, instead it revels in it for just the right amount of time and was super hot, god bless. ✦ Nowhere Is Home Unless We’re Both In the Same Place by Velocity_Owl87, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 1.3k    After the dust has settled, Thor realizes the implications of Kingship and Asgard’s future mean for him as the new King of Asgard. Thankfully, he doesn’t have to grapple with the situation alone, at least.    And another lovely post-Ragnarok coda that gives even more emotional resolution and intimacy between these two characters, something warmer and softer than we’ve had from them in years, those moments of breathing room they finally have after the movie that are surprisingly warm and surprisingly kind. Another that’s like a warm bath to sink into after watching the movie! ✦ Heroes Run Towards Their Problems by Naiveandoptimistic, thor & loki & valkyrie & hulk & korg & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 1.6k    Post-Ragnarok. Valkyrie is a drunken hot mess. Loki conceals, Hulk worries, and Thor gives some wisdom.    A collection of scenes post-Ragnarok that focus on a variety of different interactions and I really liked pretty much all of them and the characterization here! I was especially charmed by what a mess Valkyrie is and how much I continue to absolutely love her pretty much forever. It was especially great to get some Thor & Valkyrie interaction, because I am D E S P E R A T E for more of their weird friendship! And this just did a lovely job with them and everyone together. ✦ Not an Illusion by janto321 (FaceofMer), thor/loki, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k    Loki and Thor find comfort in one another    Another short but lovely and satisfying pwp fic that gave me both the sexy times and the emotional satisfaction I was looking for after the movie! It doesn’t have to be long to be a lovely little read that I’m delighted to add to the collection of post-Ragnarok fics. ♥ ✦ black sheep and mischief by grim_lupine, thor & loki, ragnarok spoilers, 3.2k    A bird alights on Thor’s shoulder and pecks his cheek twice, hard enough to make him wince. “What are you doing?” it warbles in his ear. “Wondering what my brother is doing up at this hour, little bird,” Thor replies. “Will you go ask him for me?”    Oh, this was a gorgeous post-Ragnarok piece, it does absolutely everything I wanted from a fic like this–it balances both Thor and Loki’s characters, it keeps both of them sharp and funny and with narrative weight, while getting them spot on. This is a fic that really helped me see how Loki would fit into helping Thor to rule, given where he’s at after the events of the last few years, that he’s prickly and emotionally messy, but still somehow better. The fic really got that, while also understanding the heavy weight that Thor was carrying these days and how much his new role weighs on him, yet he carries on as he must. The way he feels tired here, weary and worn, but still ready to keep going is fantastic. And all of it is wrapped up in really fantastic banter, too! ✦ Never Doubt That I Love You by ValkyrieShepard, thor/loki & heimdall & valkyrie & hulk & cast, NSFW, ragnarok spoilers, 10.6k    After Thor’s proposal, Loki pulls away. As Thor is busy trying to rule his people, Loki finds him again, and the two of them scout a possible planet for their people where Thor tries to get through his brother’s walls. There is much Loki has to work through.    This is a sequel to I Want To Be More, which it would help to have read first! This is a fic that definitely embraces the softer side of the characters, yet I can put that together with where they are in canon and I certainly tore through this without so much as looking up from my reader while I was reading it! I love that it balances the Thor/Loki relationship with bits of slice-of-life onboard the ship, that Thor’s learning what it means to lead his people now that they no longer have Asgard, while also furthering Loki’s slow coming around and that it’s not a simple, smooth path. There’s also some lovely wall sex and then some “exploring a planet so of course they have sex where Loki rides Thor’s dick like a thing possessed” and the pacing and length of the story was just perfect for what it was doing. It’s well balanced between the two characters and it scratched all those itches my id wanted after the movie and was just a delight to read today! ✦ after you, i dont know what i believe in by CallicoKitten, thor/loki & valkyrie & bruce & heimdall & cast, ragnarok spoilers, 9.6k    aka, the long road to midgard    This fic was an absolute delight to read, there are some scenes where it has done the absolute best job of capturing the timing and feel of the movie’s tone that I have yet read in this fandom, but it’s also got plenty of serious moments, it gets in a bit of worldbuilding, it gets in some Thanos speculation, it gets in friendship building, it gets in Thor/Loki, it gets in people being disasters but still in a better place in their lives, it gets in Thor working to be a good leader to his people. It’s honestly everything I could ask for from post-Ragnarok fic, that it’s really an ensemble piece (if some characters get more focus than others), while also does justice to Thor’s character, that he’s not perfect, that he gets made fun of, but there’s a gravitas to him when needed, that Valkyrie might make fun of him, but she obviously will follow him into hell, Heimdall is amused by him, but will follow his lead, Loki is a dick but you can feel the love he has for Thor as well. I love that there are moments when Thor feels betrayed by people, but he handles it in the way he does now–with a genuine reaction, while still being understanding and seeing their logic.    I love that there are scenes like the group heading to Knowhere and, sure, Loki’s the one with the contact, but the scene is about Thor finding ways to help his people, finding the best people for the best task, and when it goes sideways, it’s about the King of Asgard’s need to comport himself in a certain way, but without putting so much of a strain on the character that it breaks the story. That probably sounds like a weird thing to compliment, but it made it so satisfying, that it felt like this was a natural extension of the movie, that it got the balance placed on the various moving parts, and that this was a story centered on Thor himself. Each separate storyline running through this fic has its own weight and narrative importance, and it was just so satisfying. I admit, I picked it up because it was Thor/Loki, but I enjoyed it for the Thor focus and the ensemble focus and the plot focus, it was just exactly what I’ve wanted! Also, it was hilarious in all the right spots. ✦ Crossroads by kyrilu, loki & heimdall, ragnarok spoilers, ~1k    As Loki leaves Sakaar with a shipload of former prisoners, Heimdall decides to 'visit.’    This was a short but delightful fic where Loki is weighing his options after being picked up by Korg and company, with Heimdall’s thoughts in his head. The banter does a hilarious job with the movie’s sense of humor and timing, that once I got to the end, it felt like, okay, yeah, I could see this with the movie! Plus, it’s just really funny! ✦ victory runes by spookykingdomstarlight, thor/loki, ragnarok spoilers, 3.3k    A snake couldn’t change its colors, try as he might, trust his own intentions as he wanted to. At this moment, legs braced on either side of Thor’s lap, he couldn’t imagine doing anything to undermine Thor’s rule, his wants, his needs. But tomorrow was another day and Loki’s whims were mercurial.    I was a little wary of this fic because of the unhappy ending tag, but I don’t think it’s a permanently unhappy ending, more that this seems like a reasonable bump in the road along the way. But where this fic won me over is in the way Loki looks at Thor, the way there’s such weight and presence to Thor’s character, that he’s impossible to ignore when he’s in the room, that Loki’s complicated feelings towards him, that mix of love and hate, is done with such a deft hand that I had so many feelings about it. It’s an ouchy fic, but a gorgeously written ouchy fic that does justice to both characters and was a beautiful read.
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Interval - Boxer!Din AU
Definition - the short pause between rounds in a boxing match
A/N: A highly un-edited, stream of thought drabble because I woke up lazy in bed really early this morning (this damned heatwave) and fancied the same with Boxer would just be perfection.
Word Count: 1.2k
Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)
Warnings: Light SMUT! -> Some heavy petting.
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He was soft in the morning light.
Claws retracted and muscles relaxed, a stark contrast to the constant need he had to be on guard when awake. That honed instinct to anticipate attack and retaliate in kind melted with the gentle sunlight highlighting ochre tones in chocolate waves that fell messily across his forehead. It coated his face like a balm; smoothing out lines of age and the furrow of brows from a man who spent too much of his time scowling or glaring and made the rich tawny of his exposed chest and abdomen glow with a golden undertone. Gently parted lips tempted you beyond belief as chestnut eyes remained closed and the shadow of lashes stretched far down his cheeks, his face turning towards where you had been on the pillow beside him, seeking your touch, your smell.
You lay on your side watching him, mesmerized by the transformation sleep brought over your boxer. A vulnerable peace you never saw in the fiery dominance and unapproachable presence he exuded in the waking world. An intimidating bulk of muscle – inked with tattoos of his clan heightened that instant wariness most had around him – became a pillow of heat and protection you remember being stirred with when he banded strong arms around you in the middle of the night, rasps of sleepy growls inviting rather than dissuading, muffled into your neck and hair.
It was still early, too early to be awake for how long he kept you awake the night before. The daylight was only a few dozen minutes old as it filtered in through dark curtains and pulled you from sleep as the world remained quiet and unmoving.
Another night spent in his bed and still that same flare of attraction the moment you laid eyes on him rose in you.
Still naked – the sheets kicked off you in sleep – your eyes dragged down over his arm tossed lazily over his stomach, down the dusting of a happy trail that came to the beginning of a thatch of dark hair, covered by a pair of grey sweats he must have pulled on when he got up hours before to use the bathroom. The hung low – dangerously low, exposing the arch of hips and the mouth-watering dip of bone and muscle directed towards his crotch.
He was beautiful. Beautiful in the way a lightning storm or a wild tiger was; dangerous, wild and completely untouchable, but breath-taking to witness in person. Yet here you were, fingers dancing feather light over skin that should shock you with the voltage of a lightning strike and finding only the pleasant thrum of heat and muscle beneath your fingers, a tiger pacified.
Your fingers met the hem of the sweats, teasing the material—preening under the knowledge of what lay inches from your fingers, that virile passion that he usually directed towards boxing, channeled into you instead. Opponents turned to lovers and punch cues turned to the brutal thrust of his cock into your welcome heat, where cries of victory turned into shattered moans of ecstasy.
He embodied passion, embodied resilience, and an awe inspiring candor in his every action and word.
The world wasn’t built for men like Din. It was too fragile—too coddled in placations and gentility for his rough tempered morality so it shied away, made him villainous—made him the man people avoided instead of looking to.
Maybe you were too fragile for him as well. But the fury of him, the rawness of his edges called not for gentle hands, but strong ones. Hands that could melt those sharp edges and give him a reprieve from the difficulties of navigating the violent underbelly of the world where he felt most at home.
Eyes still slow with sleep dropped with a flurry of primal awareness to the heavy length of him lying over his thigh, hidden beneath his sweatpants, half hard and thick and perfectly outlined under the fabric from where it strained over him—an invitation too tempting to ignore.
A rumble of noise, deep and low, sounded from his chest when you ran a hand slowly over his concealed length, the twitch of awareness you inspired making you bite your lip on a smile as he swelled under your touch. You shifted down the bed, the rustle of sheets not pulling him from sleep even as a large hand fisted in them subconsciously when you rolled the heavy fullness of his balls slowly.
Fuck… but he was big all over.
It still baffled you that he hadn’t broken you in two yet.
Din groaned again, his mouth falling open with a rasp of unbridled pleasure—not unlike the way he sounded as you worked knots from tense muscles, when he couldn’t stop himself from vocalizing the bliss your hands could wring from him. The same could be said for everywhere you touched.
You stroked him languidly over the sweatpants, the rigid steel of his cock not lessened by the soft fabric that hid him and arousal pooled between your legs immediately, trickling slow between your folds and making you shiver as the cool air touched it. You didn’t even try to stop yourself from dropping a kiss to the outline of the head, the radiating heat enticing you to leave another and another and another along his length until you were mouthing along him with soft mewls of satisfaction as he twitched in sensitivity under the teasing inferno of your tongue.
The material had turned dark where your tongue had left wet patches of saliva on his cock when fingers speared through your hair and coaxed your eyes up his body, your mouth still working lazily over him—fingers still fondling his heavy sacs.
You were met with half-lidded pools of syrupy umber, the last vestiges of vulnerability clinging to the warmth in that sleepy gaze before consciousness finally dragged him back. Claws and fangs returned with a tight curl of his fingers in your hair to grip your head, and the twist of his lips into a snarling smirk when he brought your mouth back down to his throbbing, concealed cock. The shutters of hardened armor fell back around him instantly and your stomach lurched in anticipation,
“Needy little thing…” he rasped thickly, voice rough hewn from sleep and the moans you had pulled from him last night. His free hand hooked at the hem of his sweats already ridden low on his hips to pull them down further,
“Get to work, sweetheart.”
You grinned cheekily at his words, innocently pretending it hadn’t been your fault he ended up painfully hard when he woke up. Instead, you basked in the hitch of his breath, the darkening of lust clouding his eyes when you replaced his hand with your teeth to tug his sweatpants down the remaining few inches to free his straining cock.
He was soft in the morning light…mostly.
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