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forzalando · 3 months

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Orange Theory

Charles Leclerc x best friend!reader (female reader)

summary: charles and his best friend do countless nice things for each other, but they're just behaving like any good friend would. right? wc: 2.5k author's note: ok guys so this is not the Charles fic i promised (she is still a WIP and i will finish her eventually. probably will have to be a multi-part fic with how long it's getting), but i hope you enjoy this one in the meantime! special thanks to @scuderiahoney for encouragement and inspiration. special thanks to @sof1shticated for reading and assuring me this doesn't suck. if you haven't read their fics, both Lee and Mel have some gems that i adore. HIGHLY recommend checking out their masterlists! warnings: none!

You loved summer break – Charles was home for at least a few weeks, days spent on a yacht, every afternoon and evening spent with friends either at dinner or out at some club until someone got too drunk to carry on.

Today was, in your humble opinion, the perfect day. All of your friends, courtesy of Charles, were sprawled out on the sun deck of a rented boat or splashing around in the water below. You could feel the heat radiating off of Lando as he laid next to you and whispered about how McLaren was making insane upgrades – according to him, they might just have a race-winning car in the second half of the season.

“Are you boring my best friend to tears, Norris?” The brutal sun disappeared behind Charles’ body as he stood above you – as if on instinct, he shifted slightly so that you could look up at him and not be blinded by its rays.

“She’s hanging on my every word, right, Y/N? In fact, she asked me how I’m feeling about Zandvoort and the rest of the season.”

“And?” Charles asked, a small smile on his face.

“Like I would tell you what’s going on with the car! I know Y/N can keep a secret, she would never betray me to a prancing horse. She bleeds papaya.”

You laughed along with Lando – the one point of contention that had always existed in your friendship with Charles. Of course, you became a Ferrari fan because of him, but you’d always been a McLaren and Mercedes loyalist. It was something that Lando, Oscar, and George relished in.

“Alright, alright, no need to rub it in, Norris,” you giggled. “What can I do for you, Charlie?”

“I just came to give you this.”

Within seconds, a perfectly peeled orange dropped in your lap. Lando’s eyes grew wide for a moment but a swift glare from Charles had his face back to normal in no time. You missed the interaction, jumping up from your seat in excitement.

“Aw, Charlie! You are the best friend a girl could ask for,” you chirped as you started separating the wedges of fruit.

“Ah, don’t mention it,” he sighed, waving his citrus-scented hand in the air. “There’s more in the cooler if you want! Freshly peeled!”

“Thank you, mon cher ami.” You quickly kissed his cheek, noticing as you pulled away just how red it was, along with his neck and the tips of his ears. “Charles! How many times do I have to tell you to put on sunscreen? Your face and neck are fried!”

“I don’t think it’s from the sun,” Lando mumbled, his eyes trained on the fruit in your hands. With Charles insisting he was fine, you could barely hear what he had said.

“What did you say, Lan?” You asked, turning your attention away from Charles for a moment.

Once again, Lando was met with a menacing glare and he laughed awkwardly before moving his gaze to the horizon.

“Nothing, nothing, Y/N. Just thinking out loud.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back to Charles and handed him the orange he had just given to you. With your now free hands, you rifled through your beach bag until you found the SPF 50 face cream you had packed that morning with Charles in mind.

“Here, I packed this for you. Please put some on so I don’t have to worry about you getting sun poisoning,” you pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes.

Charles stared without answering for far too long – anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask him and he’d do it. Even without you gazing at him with your wide, siren eyes, he would give you the world if you so desired it.

He shook his head slightly, pulling himself out of the daze caused by your pleading eyes. “Oui, ma fleur, I will put on the sun cream. Je promets.”

You smiled in triumph, taking the orange back from Charles and bidding him a “see you later” before laying back down in your lounger. Popping an orange slice into your mouth, you let out a contented sigh. Somehow, whether Charles was magic or he had some serious connections in the produce world, the fruit he picked out and gave to you always tasted better than anything you bought yourself.

“He peels your oranges for you?”

You hummed and turned to Lando – “what, Lan?”

“Does Charles always peel your oranges for you?”

“Well, no, obviously not always. Why?”

Before Lando could answer, Lily plopped down next to you and stole an orange slice from your hand.

“I swear,” she huffed, “Alex and George are competitive to begin with, but when they get together, it’s unbearable. They’ve been having a “who can hold their breath the longest” contest for the past thirty minutes! Rematch after rematch after rematch, I called in my favor with Oscar to get out of judging their little competition.”

“As if either of them could beat me, they probably didn’t ask me to join because they’re scared,” Lando bragged. “I’ll leave you ladies to chat, go show them how it’s done.”

As Lando walked towards the edge of the boat, you and Lily turned towards one another.

“Men,” you scoffed in unison, following it up with belly laughs and lingering giggles.

As the laughter died down, Lily ate the orange slice she had stolen from you and practically moaned in delight. “Where did you get this orange? It might be the best I’ve ever had!”

“It’s from Charles! I was just thinking about this, I don’t know how he does it but he always has the best fruit. Every time he brings me any I am both ecstatic and pissed off – my fruit is never as good as his and we shop at the same grocery store!”

“Well, does he have any more oranges? I could eat 20 of these.”

“He said he left me more in his cooler, let me grab them.”

A few moments later, you walked back to Lily with a bag of peeled oranges in your right hand and two bottles of water in your left.

“Are you a professional orange peeler? You were only gone for two minutes.”

“Oh no,” you giggled, “Charles peeled them for me. He knows I don’t like peeling them so when he can, he always does it for me.”

“Y/N,” Lily looked at you suspiciously, “do you know what the orange peel theory is?”

You wracked your brain but came up empty. “No, what is it?”

Lily went into a brief explanation – something about how it became a viral tik tok challenge, people asking their partners if they would peel an orange for them and how it was an indicator of true love, soulmates, a healthy relationship, and everything in between. “Well, that’s just silly,” you mumbled through chews, orange juice dribbling down your chin. “I think it just means someone is a good person – Charlie and I aren’t anything more than friends and he peels my oranges, among other things, because he has a good heart.”

“Among other things?” Lily pressed you, her eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite place.

“He slices my apples because I have never been able to master the apple corer contraption! And he takes all my grapes off the stems when he’s at my place because I never do – it’s too tedious.”

“What else?”

“Oh, when we go out to breakfast, he always brings me a tea when he picks me up. He’s an early riser and I take forever to get ready. He knows I never have time to make it myself when we have plans before 10am.”

Lily was smirking at you, no, smiling at you. It was a little unnerving, the way she was entirely amused at the information you were giving her. However, the moment was briefly interrupted by the arrival of Alex.

“What are we talking about, ladies?” He spoke cheerfully, a broad smile on his face which meant that he was most likely declared the best breath holder of the 2019 rookies.

“Y/N was just telling me about all the sweet things Charles does for her,” Lily gushed.

“Oh god, when is he not doing things for her? Did you see him buttering her bread for her at dinner last week?”

Lily burst out laughing while you playfully punched Alex’s arm. “I’m indecisive! He butters it for me while I read the menu since it takes me so long to figure out what I want to order. It saves time!”

“He does that on a regular basis?” Alex asked incredulously, looking at Lily with wide eyes. “My god, that man is head over heels.”

“Alex,” you protested, “Charles is not in love with me. We’ve been friends for six years, I think I would know by now.”

“You’re both impossible,” Alex groaned. “Come on, Lily, I just came over to get you so we could play water polo with George and Carmen.”

Lily sighed in defeat, though she had a smile on her face at the thought of spending time with Alex even if it meant another competition. “I’ll see you, later, yeah?” She called over her shoulder, waving goodbye as you teased her by dramatically eating another slice of orange and settling back in your chair. At the front of the boat, Charles was laughing with Pierre and almost as if he felt you looking, he turned around and met your gaze.

Even though you had just wholly denied anything more than friendship between you and him, you couldn’t help but think about your interactions with Lily and Alex.

Sure, Charles sometimes did things that were out of the ordinary for ‘just friends’, but he had the sweetest soul of anyone you’d ever met. He always sacrificed his umbrella or jacket for you, made sure you had fresh tulips in your apartment when he was home in between races, had your favorite meal delivered to you when you were having a rough day while he was away and you missed him.

You did things for him too – cleaned his apartment when you knew he was on his way back to Monaco, left him plenty of sticky notes with words of encouragement if he was coming back from a bad race, stocked his fridge full of his favorite things. Recently, you’d been gifting him annotated books because he mentioned he wanted to read more and always enjoyed listening to you talk about your favorite novels. Since you spent most of the year apart, you decided he could at least read your thoughts.

When you could come to races, unfortunately a rare occurrence due to your graduate classes and work schedule, he made sure Ferrari hospitality had your favorite flavor of sparkling water on hand. Anytime you saw a cute dog video, you would send it to him because they always made him smile.

You’d do anything to make him smile, just as he would for you, which is what a good friend would do. A best friend, it’s what a best friend would do.

But best friends didn��t linger in doorways and stare at each other’s lips when bidding each other goodnight. They didn’t cuddle close and fall asleep in each other’s arms on a couch while watching whatever movie you had chosen because he always let you choose.

They didn’t look at one another the way Charles was looking at you now – his sunglasses pushed up on top of his head and a dopey smile on his face. He waved to you and dramatically blew you a kiss, something he always did when he caught your eye across a room, no matter who was around.

You practically launched yourself to your feet, the last remaining orange slices in your lap falling to the lounger and staining the seat with juice. It was only seconds until you were standing in front of Charles but the walk over felt like an eternity with the way the world around you disappeared and your heart pounded in your chest.

“Est-ce que tu maimes, Charles?”

The question came out in one breath, your chest heaving in anticipation for his response.

“Of course, I love you, ma fleur,” he laughed. “What’s gotten into you?”

“No,” you panted. “Do you love me, Charlie? Est-ce que tu maimes?”

“Of course, I love you,” he answered again, his eyes shining and a small smile on his face that told you everything you needed to know. “Every time I think of you, I love you. Every time I breathe, I love you.”

“Every time you peel my oranges?” You whispered, holding up your orange juice-stained fingertips. He took your right hand in his and held it up to his face to kiss your palm, his eyelashes fluttering against you gently.

“Especially when I peel your oranges. Did you know that I hate doing it too? Like, really hate it. I don’t even peel them for myself.”

You gasped in shock, watching as he threw his head back and laughed jovially.

“I’d do anything for you, ma fleur. Mon soleil. Mon cœur.”

“Would you kiss me?”

“Maybe if Pierre would leave and stop gawking at us.”

This time you threw your head back to laugh, Charles soon joining you as Pierre protested the accusation.

“No, no,” he shouted, “you didn’t even give me a chance to leave. Just started declaring your love before I knew what was happening. Which, by the way, was so obvious it was starting to get annoying. We’ve all tried dropping hints to both of you so I don’t know who got through to you, Y/N, but – ”

“Pierre!” You shouted, eyes wide and arm gesturing him away from the two of you.

“Ah, désolé, I’m leaving,” he grumbled, almost tripping over his own feet to get away as quickly as possible.

You giggled again and Charles gripped your chin softly, pulling your eyes away from Pierre and back to face him.

He leaned in gently, as if he was afraid you would back away and regret taking the leap to go from friends to something so much more.

He tasted like salt water, smelled like sweet fruit and sunscreen – you smiled into the kiss knowing that he had listened to you and put it on, even though you knew he hated the way it felt on his skin.

His fingers gripped your waist and yours trailed up his chest – both of you slightly sticky from the citrus juices and sweat from the sun.

You pulled away and nudged his nose with yours, breathing him in and wishing that this moment would never end. Charles lowered you both to the sun deck, adjusting until you were sitting between his legs and his arms were wrapped firmly around you, the two of you facing the sunset and open sea.

After a few moments, you broke the shared silence. “You know, I would have happily peeled an orange for you if you had ever asked me,” you asserted.

Charles’ hold on you softened at your admission, the thinly veiled meaning not at all lost on him as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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ifearzombies · 1 year

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What You Wear

Little things I headcanon MC wears on their RAD uniform to keep the people they love close during the day.

From Lucifer:

A small brooch of a peacock feather on your RAD jacket. It’s a beautiful golden feather with multi-colored gems to detail the colours. You love how it accents your uniform and makes you feel slightly more regal.

From Mammon:

You have not just the chocolate lizard keychain, but there’s one of a bird on your RAD uniform belt. It’s not really gold, and the gem eyes are just crystals, but the bird sits on your waist everyday and you fiddle with it when you miss your first man.

From Leviathan:

You have a small goldfish pendant. The chain is a snake-chain design and the pendant is made of acrylic to make it look real. On the back it reads ‘To my Henry’. You can’t help but occasionally kiss it when you pass Levi in the halls to make him blush.

From Satan:

A small golden ring with cats carved into it sits on your middle left finger (with Satan’s instructions to show Lucifer just the one finger to show it off). The cats have emerald eyes to match Satan’s and you fiddle with it when you’re in class together and watch him perform his spells.

From Asmodeus:

A jangly charm bracelet with little chibis of him sits on your right wrist. He wants you to remember his beauty when you’re separated and this was the perfect way for you to look at him when you’re apart.

From Beelzebub:

He gave you a fitbit that you wear on your left wrist so that you can keep track of your health. Humans have short life spans, so he wants you to stay healthy so you can have as much time together as possible. Plus he likes to compete with you slightly over who has more steps per day. He always wins, but you can’t help but keep ‘competing’ to see his overjoyed smile.

From Belphegor:

You have a ring on middle right finger with Belphie’s bear emblem on it, the stones amethyst and diamonds to show his colours. He smiles when he sees the ring on your hand and is sure to comment on it. You ruffle his hair in return.

From Solomon:

You have fire topaz earring studs from the magician. They’re enchanted to boost your magic abilities during exams that involve magic since your powers (without boost) is weak in comparison to him. He smiles whenever he sees you wear them outside of RAD.

From Simeon:

On another belt loop you have a couple of the diamond shaped gold plates that came from Simeon’s angelic clothing. He got the ones he removed replaced, but he wanted you to have the originals so that he’d always be with you- like a guardian angel.

From Luke:

Your feet never get tired from walking around RAD all day because Luke gave you several pairs of socks from the Celestial Realm that make it feel like you’re walking on clouds. You thank the little angel every chance you get because you walk EVERYWHERE in the Devildom. The socks have been your biggest lifesaver.

From Barbatos:

In the breast pocket of your RAD uniform is the most exquisite pocket watch with the emblem for RAD on it’s cover and on the back, Barbatos’ demon symbol. You’re an example. And should always be on time and presentable, in his opinion. Whenever you’re caught using it, Barbatos gives a nod of approval and smiles.

From Diavolo:

In another pocket of your uniform is a glasses case with Diavolo’s symbol on it. The glasses are enchanted to translate demonic texts to a language you understand as when you first arrived, you couldn’t understand some of your textbooks. You cherish the glasses. Plus, Diavolo has stated he thinks they look great on you, so you tend to wear them most of the day you’re at RAD.

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morallyinept · 8 months

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Pedro Boys & Sex Sounds

Clearly, I have thought about this waaaay too much. Thoughts. Thots? Head canons… I dunno what this is. Lack of an actual life? 🤔 Quite possibly.

But I hope you get a giggle out of it nonetheless. 🖤

☝🏻I'll mention that this is probably NSFW... it's kinda tame-ish, but just incase.

Joel Miller - Grunter.

Joel is a rabid grunter. Oh yeah. Grunts, snarls, snorts, you name it. But he's not infected. You're safe. Just sounds likes he is when they roll and rumble out of him. Right in your ear so he makes sure you can hear what you do to him, darlin'. Joel's also a bit of a goer. He can last pretty good. But due to his advancing years, he can soften quickly, but he stays harder for longer if you're on top grinding onto your big guy. Then he gets to look up at you and those grunts, man. They just snuffle endlessly out of his nose and into your face as you lean forward to kiss him. Overuses the word 'fuck' when he comes. Fuck yeah... Fuck baby... Fuck. Fuck... So fuckin' good... Fuck, you're killin' me, darlin'... Fuck! Fuck darlin'... FUCK! And so on. Absolutely no clicking involved. Unless it's from turning the vibrator on.

Frankie Morales - Stammerer.

Frankie moans a lot. Makes all manner of ungodly noises when he sucks his fingers clean, licks his lips, nips on your neck… Hums in abject satisfaction at a job so well done. Grizzly, hungry moans roll up from the back of his throat. Frankie likes to be close up in your face watching as he pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. Frankie's a hella attentive lover (hail the pussy eating king 👑) that he wants to know what feels good for you. Wants to learn your body controls and dials, and all those things that make you propel for him as he makes you fly. That feel good, hermosa? You like that? Yeah, look at you taking my cock like that… Fuck, I can't get enough of this pussy. Frankie can be a bit of a talker during sex, but is nowhere near as annoying as Ezra. When Frankie comes, he stammers in both clumsy English and Spanish inflections as he forgets what dimension he's in for a second or two. May need to be flown out. Standby, pilot.

Ezra - Rambler.

Ezra won't shut the fuck up. Even when doing the nasty. We all know that Ezra likes to talk and he'd be as equally vocal in the sack. He wants to tell you what he's going to do to you in sordid detail. Then will tell what he's doing to you, as he's uh, doing it to you in sordid detail. You get a full blow by blow - if you'll forgive the pun - of your fuck session. With subtitles. He can be soft too, this man is multi-faceted like Aurelac gems. When he's gentle, he's like descriptive poetry; sweet and candescent and all about your pleasure. He's a connoisseur for filthy, dirty talk. Ezra says all the right, rancid, disgustingly perverted things in your ear between gritted teeth. He's also a growler. He'll grunt too. Lots of swears will flow out of him really fast like garbled gibberish as he comes. Fuckfuckfuckshit!OhKevvashitahfuckohshitohshotohshit! Almost like he can't believe it's happening, bless him. I mean, it's been a while, stranded on The Green...

Marcus Pike - Huffer.

Marcus fogs your eyes up with those breathy huffs like the Little Engine That Could. Marcus is a leg twitcher. A leg tenser. Either way, when he comes his leg tightens or stiffens. Or breaks. Easy there, bud. Marcus tenses right up and does a little shudder. If he's jerking off solo, then that leg rises up a little and bends at the knee. If it's a hard orgasm then his knee might even click with the strain. Those little breathy moans chug and puff from his nose regardless. And you can bet he'll get a cramp in his leg too if he's going at it for a while. Has to switch positions regularly because of it. Not caused by an injury; the guy just gets too fucking excited that parts of his body just lock up. This guy is the maestro of making love. He'll prefer to spend hours fawning over you rather than quick fuck sessions. Because he's so husband like that.

Oberyn Martell - Hummer.

Exhibitionist Oberyn wants everyone to know that he's taking you to pleasure town. Groans. Whines. Grunts. Even hisses like a viper. Can be a little nasally as he breathes, and when he comes he almost gasps. Eyes roll into the back of his head with the pleasure of it all. Neck cords strain and he may even pull out a croon-like laugh of satisfaction as he watches you come undone as he spills that sumptuous, bastard seed inside you. Screw the Iron Throne, the only throne you need is this man's face. He'll give you that smarmy eyebrow arch as you come down because you both know he just utterly fucked your shit up. And so does everyone else in the brothel. Que the applause.

Javier Peña - Hisser.

We all know what Javier Peña looks like when he fucks (thank you very much Narcos 🥲). Javier bears his teeth when he fucks hard. Growls and grunts. Pants and moans. Small, pitched whines will flow out between his teeth and curled lips as he comes. He's a jolter too. Hips will jolt and twitch into you as he empties. Thighs will jerk. When he's making love and not fucking, and there is a difference, cariño, Javier's breaths are more laboured, controlled. More nasally sounding and deep. You'll hear them in your ear as he kisses and licks around them. He'll utter Spanish obscenities delicately to you in that soft, gravelly tone that haunts your blood. He could be telling you how to parallel park for all you care. Either way, it sounds utterly delicious. Oof.

Marcus Moreno - Panter.

Marcus is in pretty good shape from fucking up supervillains on the daily, so when he gets his sexy on, he hardly breaks a sweat. 💪🏻But he does pant. Gentle, raspy pants that flutter into your mouth as you swallow them down like powerups. He'll moan around your lips because you feel so good squeezing him like that; he'll barely last much longer as he tightens on your hips to control your pace. The embarrassment of losing a life if he comes too soon isn't worth it. This gentle daddy knows how to rock your world and take you to new heights.

Dave York - Grunter.

Dave can be a talker when he's in the mood to play dirty and has the time. More often than not though it's a quickie in the shower before the girls are up, or late at night when he comes home after moonlighting as a murder daddy under your nose. He'll climb into bed next to you and he can't sleep. So he'll slip inside you and wake you up as he's grunting softly inside your ear and growling gently as you turn to kiss him whilst he plunders deeper. He presses his mouth hard against yours to quell your moans and whines so the girls don't wake up. When he comes, his jaw locks, he grinds on his teeth and growls out between them. His eyes close and he won't open them until he's fully empty. He often falls asleep almost immediately afterwards as he's satiated - and fucking exhausted from living a double life.

Dieter Bravo - Wheezer.

Dieter likes to know it feels good for you, and also likes to tell you how good you feel around his cock. Most of the time he's high, so sex is a whole ethereal experience. Sometimes he's even present for it. Lots of oh wows and fuck yeahs mutter out of him. He's quite chill, his hips do most of the work but he can tire easily so likes you to take the reins and ride. Partying hard is catching up with Mr Bravo. But he lives for sex of the kinky variety. It's weird and he likes it. But when he comes, his back tenses and he fists the sheets or whatever he can squeeze at the time. Dieter wheezes like he's out of breath, particularly after a hard session. It's all the shit that he smokes on the regular. He'll also hack up a bit afterwards, coughing into the pillow as he tries to catch his breath. Be trained in CPR and adrenaline injections, just in case.

Agent Whiskey - Crooner.

Another talker. That feel good, darlin'? Let me see you. Eyes on me, sweet thing. Christ, look at you. So fucking gorgeous, darlin'. That's it now, work it. Like that. Aw hell yeah, like that. Ride it, baby! Who can resist that smooth cowboy, huh? Whiskey will always be smirking around those wet, moustached lips as he watches you fall apart and coaxes you through it. He moans softly with lots of yeahs thrown into the mix. He's a true Southern gent; likes to make you feel good. Likes to know he's making you nut. He'll make mince meat outta your insides. Then when he comes, he likes to tell you, naturally. Oh, you got me shakin', baby. I'mma need to calm down for a sec. Fuckin' Christ.

Din Djarin - Panter.

When Din has his helmet on, you hear his breath whooshing fiercely against the inside of it. The modulator will only increase the gravelness of his breathing and make it louder. Like holding a shell to your ear and you can hear the ocean? Yeah. He crashes over you like thunderous waves. On the rare occasion that Din removes his helmet, he bears his teeth, bites down on his lip (and yours too as he lets it go with a squelchy pop) as he comes hard and whines out in a squally, panting moan that fills the Razor Crest. Luckily, Luke is babysitting The Kid. Sex with Din is like surround sound. You hear every delicious noise he makes. This is the way, mesh'la.

Pero Tovar - Grunter.

Pero fucks likes he eats - like he never will again. Fast, clumsy and handsy. A little bit of the animalistic about him. He needs the release, but needs you to release first. His partner always comes first, despite his less-than-gentlemanly ways at times. Grunty, deep breaths bounce up from out of his ribs, almost like he's wheezing. When he comes he growls and mutters incoherently. Words literally fail him as his jaw goes slack and his body flops over onto yours as he pants into your face, and it takes him a moment to remember where he is and that his supper is still waiting for him. Pero is a man that always goes back for seconds.

Maxwell Lord - Screamer.

Max takes the only position for the guy who is most likely to holler and actually scream louder than you do when he comes. Makes loud, high pitched cries and pants that sound faster and more garbled the closer he gets towards blowing his load. The excitement in him just comes out, he can't help it. He'll pant and clutch at his invisible pearls as though he can't believe the audacity of you riding hard on him. Mouth open, starry eyes and wails rising in tempo. This would-be supervillain has been well and truly subdued. He loves every second of it though. Especially when you lasso him up with rope.

Comandante Veracruz - Murmurer.

Controlled breaths. Slick smirks. Deep pants. Veracruz is a man in charge that knows what the fuck he is doing to you as he drives deep and ploughs you into the sweaty mattress in his jungle hideout. Favourite position is probably the mating press or from behind. The man likes it deeeeP. He's a smarmy bastard even when he's fucking. Taunting. You want this cock, baby? You want more, hmm? When Veracruz comes he shudders; the veins in his arms and wrists tense. You bet those cords in his neck pop too, pow, pow! Growls, bears his teeth and presses his clammy forehead into yours as he empties. Then softly murmurs into your face that you're his and only his, menacingly. But you love it. It's called Stockholm Syndrome, sweetheart.

Silva - Silent.

Silva doesn't need to make any noise at all. All that escapes is a small, ragged breath that catches in the back of his throat, that you barely hear, ebb out of him. Doesn't mean he's not enjoying it by not being vocal - this wild gun is absolutely loving it - but more so that he's completely lost in the awe of how good you're making him feel right in that moment. Stunned and drowning in euphoria. Lips part with a silent groan, just the barest husk escapes him as he edges closer to the drop. Then a small grunt as though he's clearing his dry throat, and a soft nasal whoosh is heard when he finally lets go and finds his way back to you.

Javi G - Giggler.

Javi G giggles when he comes. Don't try to tell me he doesn't. Sometimes he can't stop and you end up tittering with him. I mean, sex is supposed to be a little funny, right? Even when he jerks off alone, a little giggle slips from his lips; it just feels too fucking good not to smile and chuckle like he's five years old and just discovered his junk for the first time all over again. During the act, sweet Javi G is all up in your grill wanting to know how good it feels, hermosa. Searching into your eyes as he moves and shifts to get deeper inside you. Adjusts how he touches you. Watching for your reactions and giving you more of the things that make you appear like a cross-eyed mutt he wants to pet. Javi G is a feeder - he wants to feed you the utmost pleasure. And then giggle incessantly like a little girl when he finishes inside you.

🖤

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natalievoncatte · 2 months

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Kara Zor El Danvers lived in a world of limitless sensation.

Thanks to her cousin, the world knew of her x-ray vision, but her eyesight went far beyond that. She could focus her attention and observe the mechanisms of the cell, or look skyward and see things so vast that they were invisible to the human eye. (She learned in her youth not to tell people that the entire solar system was, from time to time, engulfed in the digestive tract of a space whale so huge that its body was too big for humans to perceive) She could see colors lost to human vision and watch particles scatter off the atmosphere.

He sense of smell was beyond acute; had she the impulse, she could have tracked her family by scent. Her hearing was both gift and curse, as was her sense of taste, which she indulged with abandon thanks to her vastly more efficient digestive system and metabolism.

What most people never thought about was her touch. Kara could shake someone’s hand and read their fingerprint like braille. She was sensitive to the most minute changes in temperature or texture, and at times it could be just as overwhelming and overstimulating as her other senses. Kara learned to embrace it- she was a tactile girl from a race that disdained physical contact, even among lovers.

They had no idea what they were missing.

The first time Kara laid her hands on Lena Luthor was just after she’d arrested the fall of a multi-ton helicopter and dragged it from gravity’s grasp to bring it to rest on the roof of LuthorCorp. She’d checked the pilot first and…

Kara had eidetic memory. Perfect recall. It was another cursed gift, one born of the interaction of perfect healing with her alien brain. She would never forget seeing Lena for the first time. It was hers and hers alone.

Other humans could see Lena’s dark hair and soft pale skin, see the variation between her eyes, one a little more blue than green. They didn’t see what Kara saw; a thousand colors sparkling in those eyes like impossible gems, the heat bloom on her skin following the flush in her cheeks. The thundering of her heart in her chest beat a tempo in Kara’s ears, and then Kara touched her.

It was a simple gesture. No skin to skin, just a hand on Lena’s shoulder to steady her and ask her if she was okay, but beneath it Kara could sense her pulse and her body heat and was dimly aware of the electrical conduction of her nervous system.

It was heady, intoxicating. Even her scent- not the perfume covering it but the scent of *her*, her real scent, shot through with acidic fear, was intoxicating. Kara breathed it in and it exploded in her chest, making her feel a million miles tall.

The meeting was brief. Kara had to deal with annoying robots. There were always robots.

Later, Lena was there again and this time Kara was meeting her. Kara forgot that as she walked in with Kal… Clark. For those first few steps she wasn’t Supergirl or Cat Grant’s Assistant, she was herself, the person she only was around her closest friends who knew her secret. The one who walked tall, shoulders back, with nothing to hide.

Again, Lena was overwhelming. Kara was all but stunned by her, stammering and blushing. She didn’t know if there was love at first sight but first touch, just maybe. Lena’s hand was soft and warm, her grip firm, and Kara didn’t know why, then, that it sent such a jolt through her.

It was not the last time they touched.

Some thugs heaved Lena off her balcony, sending her screaming towards her death. Kara was there -she wouldn’t have had to hear it all over the phone- and caught her. It was a flawless rescue, scooping her from the air. Lena, terrified, clung to her for dear life.

Something happened on the way up. There was a brief, searing moment when Lena’s fear faded and she pressed in tight to her savior. Kara was acutely aware of the bare skin on the inside of Lena’s knee, the feeling of her soft calf against the back of her hand and the pull of Lena’s arms around her neck.

That night, Kara began to have feelings. Imaginings. Feeling silken smooth legs sliding under her palms, delicate hands clutched in hers, fingers laced. Wet skin slick on wet skin and clenching muscles, gossamer curls winding across her flesh in a symphony of pure feeling, hot breath on her skin. Teeth on her neck.

It felt weird, it felt wrong, it felt… predatory. Kara was scared of what she wanted, and how she wanted it- feral, with the wild abandon of an apex predator. Kryptonians were above such things. They were a race of stoic scientists who mastered and abandoned animal lusts and replaced them with cold technology Would she betray her heritage this way, too? She’d failed to keep Kal Kryptonian. What if she lost herself, too?

There were other touches. Soft hands on shoulders and lingering palms resting on arms. Lena hugged Kara and sheltered in her arms, drawing Kara around her like armor, and Kara let herself revel in it. She needed to protect Lena like she needed to breathe air.

Then came another. The Daxamite. The enemy, the lover, the jerk. He gave her touches too. Touches she was supposed to enjoy, supposed to want. Everyone told her so, even Alex who despised and suspected him at first.

She enjoyed it for what it was, and hated it for what it wasn’t.

Then he was gone and she was left again to longing. She tried to abandon the Danvers and Become Kryptonian, but she’d failed. Lena Luthor had gloriously corrupted her and she knew in the deepest hidden parts of her heart that whoever she was, she wasn’t the model Kryptonian youth, promised to the science council. She was Alex Danvers’s sister and Eliza Danvers’s daughter and Clark Kent’s cousin, losing herself in friendship and potstickers and guilt.

In the dark, Kara wept because she knew if she could change it all, if she could go back, save her world and her people, something of great value would be lost.

There was something between them, something terrible, something festering between every touch and it gnawed at Kara more and more with every lingering moment. Joy was shot through with terror when Lena would crowd in close to her, the pair of them giggling wine-drunk like the children they’d never been allowed to be. Children of tragedy, daughters of tarnished fathers, inheritors of legacies too heavy to carry alone.

More and more Lena and Kara let each other press close, each under the other’s shoulder, bearing the weight the weight as one. As one in every way except the one that mattered, until Kara’s heart hurt so much that she remembered those first days on Earth when she’d wished the green fireball had taken her pod too.

Then came the worst thing: the truth.

Kara wanted nothing more than to touch her, to feel skin on skin. She knew if she could hold Lena she could make it better, if she could come just shy of kissing the crown of her head and tell her how impossibly sorry she was that Lena would see, that she would feel and understand.

Instead there was only a wall of ice crusted with poison that shot red hot rancid agony through her veins, like a hot knife flensing her skin as her lungs crushed themselves. It felt like she was dying and she wanted it.

It felt like that the entire time. Every argument, every fight. Kara just wanted to scream. Scream at Lena at Mount Norquay with the ultimate weapon aimed at her heart, scream at her on balconies and rooftops and in fraught rescues where Lena shoved her away. Please just let me hold you one more time.

And then, one day, Lena came back. Kara was doing something meaningless -even with the world at stake she still had to write puff pieces for her asshole new boss- and was pacing around her apartment looking for the will to be human when it felt so pointless, and then she heard the staccato of Lena’s racing heart and pulled open her door.

It was explosive. Kara froze, stunned as if struck. It was like seeing Lena for the first time again, as she stood there with tear-wet cheeks in a winter coat with her arms and shoulders folded in fear, and Kara hated that she was afraid. She watched the invisible spectrum dance across Lena’s skin and was lost in her sea-sapphire eyes all over again and dared not even think the prayer on her tongue, a plea that came to her in Kryptonian first.

“I’m sorry,” Lena began, “I was wrong.”

Kara only heard the pain and knew she had to make it stop. Instinct drove her, the instinct she wasn’t supposed to answer. She embraced Lena with the utmost care, needing only to make it better, to make her precious Lena’s hurting stop.

Despite her photographic memory she would never recall who crossed the Rubicon. Maybe it was both of them at once. Lena touched Kara as she never had before, answering the intensity of Kara’s consuming attention in a way she’d always shied from before. Every flash of boldness from Lena drove Kara more feral and she sucked in a sharp breath as she left a hand print pressed in her door, thinking oh oh Rao I don’t want to hurt her, but if Lena was afraid she didn’t show it.

It all just sort of happened on instinct, like they both just knew what to do. Kara heaved her Lena into the air with a shocking display of strength, quivering with joy. Catching her wasn’t enough, she wanted to scoop Lena up and carry her off like a conquering hero, and she was, this was really happening.

They spoke only once, Kara asking the question. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

Kara exerted every ounce of control she had, schooling every movement, commanding every brush of her fingers and movement of her hands. She let herself drink the sensations, etching a record of every facet of these moments that would endure until the end of her days. She’d never felt as alive as when she felt Lena’s body arch under her hands and the buzz in her throat as she cried Kara’s name.

The humans called it becoming one flesh. Kara thought that was silly. Now, she understood.

Lena answered her tenfold, answering Kara’s burning questions with her hands and lips and teeth, almost shocking Kara with her intensity.

To her surprise it was the after she loved most, feeling Lena’s soft, delicate, vulnerable body cradled in her arms, and when Lena sobbed into her shoulder, Kara wept with her and murmured all the promises again and again and again.

Later, after struggles and losses and a strange sense that it was all finally over, the great battles won, the great miracles all performed, Kara formed the metal and crushed the gems into being with her own hands, and would never forget the trembling in Lena’s hands as she circled the bracelet around her wrist.

#supercorp #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supercorp fanfic #lena luthor #kara danvers #kara x lena #karlena #supergirl fanfic #ficlet #a companion of sorts to the last ticket #Kara is secretly a feral dom #Kara Danvers is a service top #Natalie writing more pretentious fanfic #Lena knows she can’t hurt Kara and takes full advantage

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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 3 months

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How Tim Drake stole the show and lost millions for a good cause..... aka getting laid

Part 1

Now Bruce would like to say he knows his sons pretty well, even as he hears Alfred's voice disagreeing.

He didn't partically want to go to this gala but with Jason returning from the dead formally, and all of his children being in Gotham this was a perfect opportunity to show the Wayne family in all their glory.

As he fixes Damian's bow tie ignoring the reporters vying for his attention.

He hears a gasp.

Before swiftly as if summoned by a light the swarm of reporters leave running toward whoever just appeared.

Pulling up in a car that Bruce couldn't even name if he tried but he is a hundred percent sure isn't aloud on the god damn road.

His third youngest boy who as planned was meeting them here.

Unexpectedly has his arm wrapped around Connor Kent.

Who is wearing a blood red suit, matching perfectly with Tim's all black, but most shocking other than the multi-million dollar car if Jason's hyperventilating can be believed is the blood red diamond in Kent's ear that he's a hundred percent sure cost eight million fucking dollars.

Which was made aware by Selina who was talking about said gem because she was hoping to steal it before it was purchased by a buyer she couldn't track which is an impressive feat which is now explained by the fact that the only one person is better at hiding than a cat and that will always be a bat.

Walking in with Rob's arm around his waist after a joyride straight out of a movie he can't help but feel like he's flying and considering he's Superboy that a feat.

"Feeling ok, I know this can be a lot my moon?" Everytime Tim uses that godamn nickname he can't stop the blush it's embarrassing and sweet and flat out insane.

"I'm fine you worrywart, seriously Sunshine", hesitating "So far this is the best night of my life I'm on your arm Tim now show me off I was promised that I would get to see Rich Timmy in all his glory."

He smirks grabbing a thing of champagne from a passing waiter who looks terrified.

"Unless Red your pussing out on me?"

Tim's face twitches a look crossing his face before smoothing out into what Kon can only call his Red Robin smirk deadly, captivating, and always makes Kon a little wet.

"No, after all your on the arm of the richest man in here let me show you what that means."

#tim drake #batfamily #Timkon #Tim is throwing his money and dick around #Bamf Tim #sugar baby kon #this is a series #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #bruce wayne #batfam #bamf batfamily #bamf tim drake #sugar daddy Tim drake #next part coming soon #this was a draft #alfred pennyworth

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ccalhoun · 5 months

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husband!top!sebastian (sdv) x bottom!m!reader oneshot!

warnings: amab male reader, sub reader, soft dom sebastian, husband sebeastian, handjobs, praise kink, size kink, a little overstim, fluff + smut

request: Would you mind doing a Sebastian one? So basically like after marriage so him and the reader are living together, the reader comes home after a long day in the mines and gives him one of his favorite gifts a frozen tear. Could be super fluffy or you could make it a smut if you wanted. But yeah... - huhisthisleagal on wattpad

wc: 1.6k

cut for length!

you sluggishly walked home, exhausted after helping out around town and then spending hours upon hours in the mines. lucky enough, you found a lot of gems that you could sell, and a few frozen teardrops to gift to your husband! you went to the shipping container and carefully put the delicate, multi colored, gems in there. you walked into the house and took a second to take a deep breathe and relax in the warmth. you took off your boots and jacket, remembering to take the frozen tears out of your backpack as you started to look for your husband.

"sebby? sebastian?" you called out, your house was too big at this point to check all the rooms, it was easier to just call for him. "in here!" he replied, yelling from the bedroom. he started to stretch and get up as you walked as quickly as possible to see him. you walked into your room and squealed to see your sleepy husband getting up out of bed to greet you.

"i missed you," you sighed out after running to him and hugging him tightly. a nice long hug from him was your motivation to get through the day, it was so easy to relax around him. "wait, close your eyes and hold open your hand!" you said softly but happily. he complied with a small smile and closed his eyes, holding out a hand and waiting for you to tell him he can open his eyes again. he heard quiet clinking before feeling you drop a couple cold gems into his hand, did you really. . . ? "you can open them now," you said with a small giggle. he already knew what they were of course. he looked at the beautiful gems in his hand before gently setting them down on his bedside table and picking you up in a tight bear hug.

"thank you so much, baby," you mumbled into you ear, your face heated up slightly from the comment before hugging him back almost as tightly. "i love you," he said with a small kiss to your forehead as he set you down.

"i love you too, but i have to shower, sebby," you said with a soft apologetic smile. "can i join you?" he asked sweetly, clearly not trying to force you. you thought for a quick moment before realizing, why not? "yes," you leaned on your tippy toes and gave him a short kiss on the lips and grabbing his hand so he follows you to the bathroom. you made sure your towels were on the towel rack next to the shower before you shut the door and locked it.

before you knew it, sebby was pressed against your back, he turned you around and kissed you on the lips as he started to get your t shirt pulled up. he broke the kiss so he could tell you to lift your arms and help him undress you.

of course you listened, and he gave you a smile and a kiss on the forehead before beginning to rub his hand on your back and kissing you in a more eager manner. with some light guiding, you became to rub your cock against his big thing, whimpering and drooling into the kiss. your hands were resting on his hips to steady yourself before sebastian pulled away despite your whine of disapproval.

"shh, calm down silly boy," sebastian muttered, barely audible to hear, but you did, and your body definitely heard as well judging by how you felt your pants get slightly tired and a small whimper almost slipped out before you stopped it.

he took off his black button down, you had hardly realized he was still in his day clothes when you got home at nearly 1 am. you watched in awe as he took off his blue jeans, his bulge clearly showing through his boxers. no matter how many times you saw it, it still surprised you like it was the first time. it wasn't surprising how big it was, considering sebastian was just on the edge of 6'4, but you always forgot how you managed to fit all of it in you everytime.

he let out a small chuckle before helping you take off you jeans as well, carefully unbuttoning them and unzipping them as you embarrassingly watched his hands work. you gave him a kiss on the nose as a thank you when he moved them down enough for you to take them off in a second with no issues, he really was in love with you.

"you want to take off your boxers or can i, honey?" he asked gently, picking up your hand to hold and kissing the back of it as he waited for your response, you thought for a moment before gently pointing at him, too embarrassed to say it out loud. he smiled wider and kissed your hand again, before moving up and kissing your jawline, then your lips, and then finally ending on your neck as he worked on leaving a hickey to distract you from how quickly he was working off your boxers. he put his thumbs under the waistband and gently pulled them off. he separated from your neck to look at your half hard cock.

he smiled and let out a soft 'gooood boy' before spitting on his hand and bringing it to your tip, slowly easing his hand on you, softly rubbing your slit and adoring the way you whimper and whine, grabbing onto his chest to stabilize yourself. after a few seconds he stops and kisses your cheek when your face fills with betrayal. "c'mon baby, be patient," he whispered.

sebastian quickly moved to turn the shower on, the perfect temperatures for the both of you. "does the water feel good?" he asked, moving out of the way so you can feel it, you slowly put your hand under the water before nodding and stepping under it. sebastian steps in behind you, grabbing a bar of soap and rag to help clean your body. he let you go under the water before he helped clean you, as horny as he was he also genuinely wanted to take care of you, nothing sexual involved, just caring for his husband <3

when he was done he helped you clean your hair. he had showered after he woke up as he was planning for this, it was just a happy coincidence that you came home with gifts so he had a good reason to do this with you! he massaged your scalp for a minute for leaning down slightly so he return to messily making out with you. he started to gently get the knots out of your hair before moving his hands down to hold onto your waist. you leaned on your tippy toes and kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck and hardly noticing how your cock was getting rock hard again.

you did notice, however, when sebastian let some water fall on his hand before rubbing your chest, then stomach, and ending slow but tight stroke around you, you let out a moan and involuntarily bucked your hips against his hand. he smiled widely, continuing to kiss you as he started to jerk you off faster, letting out small groans as you desperately held onto him, bucking your hips and whimpering in his arms.

you could feel his cold wedding ring rubbing against you, squeezing your tip, you were gasping and moaning with no breaks from the feeling, god how did you get so lucky?

he broke apart from the kiss, "good boy, doin' so well for me," you whined again before hiding your face in his chest so you wouldn't have to look at him in such a desperate state. he noticed and frowned slighlty, keeping a hand jerking you off as his other moved to make you look him in the eyes, usually when you can't look at him it's because you're getting close to cumming, and why wouldn't he want to make you make eye contact as you cum? <3

his hand fits naturally on your jaw and moves your face to look at him, yet another whimper comes out of you as you realize just how close you are. "s-sebby! please, please! don't stop," you begged, your mind becoming mush faster than normal, your day really tired you out. "shhh, it's okay, baby, i got you," he smiled wide as he spoke, seeing your eyes gently roll back into your head and you trying to hold back how loud your moans became as you continued to basically hump sebastian's hand. you came quickly, cumming all over his hand and stomach and he drew out your orgasm as long as possible before you started trying to push his hand off your cock from overstimulation.

"ok, i think it's time for bed," he kissed the side of your head and quickly washed your cum off his stomach, and making eye contact with you as he licked some off his hand before washing the rest off. he turned off the water and dried you off first, being extra careful when he cleaned your oversensitive cock.

"wait, but you're still hard," you stuttered as you watched him quickly dry himself off, "i'll deal with it later, it's bedtime for you, don't worry about it," he reassured as he led you out of the bathroom and sat you on your shared bed. he grabbed you a pair of your boxers and a pair of his so you two could cuddle closer in bed <3 he put on his and intently watched you to make sure you could put on yours fine.

sebastian pulled back the blankets on your side of the bed, picking you up and laying you down, putting the blanket over you and tucking you in. then he quickly got in himself, immediately moving closer to you to so he could be the big spoon and cuddle you all night!

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#sebastian sdv #sebastian x you #sebastian x reader #sebastian x male reader #stardew valley #smut #fluff #bottom reader #cuddling

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ceruleancattail · 11 months

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Oh! If you're still open for requests, maybe something fluffy with a reader flustering Vil (or any of the more 'composed' of the boys) with an honest and cute compliment. (Like maybe tucking a small flower behind Vil's ear and saying it's pretty because it matches his eyes or something)

Thank you for sharing your writing anyway, though! It's always so cute and sweet! <3

Compliments and Flowers

Vil x reader

The cloying scent of morning dew, and freshly mown grass. The blanket rustles as Vil shifts closer to you, staring at the chain in your hands. Fingers moving deftly, you twist flower after flower together, effortlessly weaving a chain of blossoms.

“What are you making there, hm?”

He brushes a stray strand of hair behind his ear, leaning down for a better look. You raise it up, allowing him to observe the flower stems you’re twisted together.

“A flower chain!”

A sheepish laugh, before you continue. Adding more and more flowers into it. You hardly look at the chain, eyes only on Vil.

The sunlight seemed to shine on him perfectly, the morning sun blessing him with a gentle halo. The lights highlighting his elegant features, enhancing his beauty by a hundredfold.

“It’s something I’ve learnt awhile ago. It’s fun.”

“So it seems.”

He watches your fingers dance across the chain, sewing the stems together. Your gaze meet his. Vil only smiles, gesturing for you to carry on. Shaking your head, you reach for more flowers, before depositing them on his lap.

“The best way to learn would be experience, no?”

You cup his hands in yours, before slowly guiding him through the process. The back of his palm was as smooth as silk. He smelt like lavender, the pleasant scent wafting into your nostrils, settling deep in your heart. Those purple buds were renown for having a calming effect. Soon, you could feel your shoulders relaxing, leaning into Vil’s chest.

A chuckle shook your back, before his arms move around your waist, elbows resting on your knees. You two sit down together, weaving long chains of little flowers. Fastening it into a loop, it almost looked like a tiara, dotting with multi coloured gems.

A chin resting on your shoulder, Vil pokes at your crown, his fingers skating on it’s entirety.

“What a charming crown. To think it’s made entirely out of flowers.”

That gets a laugh out of you. Beaming, you slide it onto his head. Nestling in his locks of blond and purple, little blossoms dotted across his head. He looked like a Elfen prince from a fairy tale, who’ve just emerged from the woods.

“Well, you’re my Prince Charming after all. It does look good on you, Vil.”

A pause, before his cheeks glow a faint pink. A blush rampaging on his face, glowing as brightly as the sun. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, you could feel his breath press into your skin. Much like warm caresses, lingering on the base of your neck.

His arms slide across your torso, holding you tightly. An embrace that has your back slotted against his chest, close enough to feel his heartbeat beat through your back. A flustered beat, rapidly thumping through his chest.

“Now really…You’re rather honest, aren’t you?”

A gentle kiss is pressed onto your cheek, his lips melting against you like butter in the summer’s sun.

“I can’t say I dislike it, love.”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit #vil #twst vil #vil schoenheit x reader #Vil x reader #lucky potion 🔷#this was super sweet to write #thank you for the request!!!

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gemville · 6 months

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David Michael 'Rain or Shine' Earrings With Light Blue and Yellow Sapphires, Diamonds and Hand Carved Paspaley Pearl Shells

Photo Courtesy: David Michael

Source: theadventurine.com

#david michael #sapphires #yellow sapphire #diamonds #pearl shell #multi gem earrings #mismatched earrings #contemporary high jewelry #high jewelry #luxury jewelry #fine jewelry #fine jewellery pieces #gemville

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lonelycowgirls · 6 months

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Remember, remember...

Stella adored the 'ber' months. Warm lattes, flavoured with sweet syrups within her favourite mug cozies; chilly walks spotting each of the colours covering the trees lining their road; cuddling up to the cats with Planet Earth III on the telly, before tucking into crusty bread rolls filled with leftover meat from the Sunday roast while watching Strictly. These were the best months, and Harry was home to see them again.

Standing in their dimly lit hallway, she threw her fluffy scarf around her neck, jumping slightly when she felt warm hands run around her hips to slide around her waist.

"Come on, we've got half an hour before the prices on the gates go from affordable to fucking extortionate."

"Last time I checked, you were a multi-millionaire."

"Doesn't mean I'm looking to fork out on only ten minutes of fireworks while I freeze my balls off." He punctuated with a kiss to her cheek. The sound of cats screeching pierced her ears from down the hallway in the living room. Delilah must have been 'playfighting' again. Harry removed his arms to pluck his wooly hat from the tip of the banister, Stella grabbed the keys and they were out the door.

Grabbing her hand, Harry pulled Stella onto the bustling pavement of families heading in the direction of the local park near the heath. Little children skipping down the road carrying flashing swords and wands. Babies stuffed into padded suits, strapped to dads' chests, their legs flopping with each step their fathers took. Stella quickly shot a text over to Gemma to let them know they were on their way, while Harry stopped to take a photo with a couple of fans.

"Ah, thank you so much. I really appreciate that." He said, smiling while scratching the back of his neck - always so bashful in these scenarios.

"No seriously, you're her favourite artist." The older blonde woman said, beside her daughter who was beaming from ear to ear. Harry touched a hand to his chest and bowed slightly in thanks.

"Thank you. Did you make it to any shows?"

"Only, like, every one at Wembley and one of the Cardiff ones." The younger girl laughed nervously, in disbelief that she was speaking to the man of her dreams. Stella caught Harry's eye and smiled with a nod. She knew Harry's heart would swell with gratitude, but he'd feel guilty that he'd never be able to thank this girl for all the money and time she'd spent on him - indirectly supporting the amazing life he lived. The girl asked him for a hug, before they parted ways. Harry flung his arm around Stella again and brought her in close.

"You hear that? I'm her favourite artist. She went to five shows!" He squeezed her neck tightly before kissing the top of her head. She giggled, rolling her eyes fondly. Linking their fingers on her shoulder, she glanced up at him as they walked.

"She was really nice. You probably made her whole night." Despite still walking in step, Harry managed to lean down and capture her lips in a quick peck, smiling down at her before having to look where they were going again.

As they headed towards the gates, where two older men were stood donned in high-vis jackets, Harry slowed down to slip his hand into his back pocket, fishing out his wallet. Stella's phone vibrated and she looked to see a text from Gemma.

Gem: We're just by the candy floss stand when you get in xx

Harry paid their entry fee and slopped through the muddy grass that had been dug up by so much footfall, while Stella had her bag checked.

"Aw, babe look at that puppy." He pointed towards a small black labrador that was playing - or more trying to play - with a much older looking bloodhound. Stella cooed and took a quick video on her phone to add to her Instagram Stories. The interaction ended up with Harry having his picture taken with the puppy and its owners that Stella knew would be all over the internet by the end of the night.

Wandering the grounds a little more, Stella kept a beady eye out for Gemma and Michal. "They said they'd be by the candy floss... wherever that is." She said, stopping to get her phone out again to call her.

"There they are!" Harry said, taking off to tackle Michal around the waist, simultaneously ruffling his sisters hair.

"Took you two bloody long enough!" Gemma said, scowling at her (not so little) brother and readjusting her new fringe, while side-hugging Stella.

"Harry got stopped a few times, s'cool though." Stella said, smiling slightly. She'd gotten used to Harry's lifestyle by now, but it still made her a feel bad for getting irritated.

"We're just gonna pop to get us some hot chocolates, my treat." Harry said, turning to head to the van with Michal.

"Alright, H. Thanks." Gemma said, turning back to Stella, both of their faces illuminated thanks to the glowing sign of the candy floss stand. "So, how's things now?" She gave Stella a knowing look.

"It's alright, we're settling a bit more now. He's really trying to not... piss me off." The two women laughed, Gemma nodding along, knowing exactly what she meant. "Think it's just how it is with us at the moment, feels like we're at a bit of a crossroads I'm not gonna lie."

"Well, if you ever need anyone to talk to you know where I am." Stella nodded. They spoke some more about Anne and her new children's book, then spoke about Dolly's first curated shoot with Vogue, then the boys were back.

"I got you marshmallows, Stell, that alright? Didn't know if you wanted them or not."

"Course it is, thank you." She looked up at Harry and fiddled with his fingers to connect their hands through his gloves again. His eyes lingered on Stella, thankful to have not fucked up this time - even though it may be the tiniest thing.

The four of them headed over to the crowded bonfire area, Stella lifting to her tiptoes to actually feel the warmth on her cheeks.

"Did you see Planet Earth last week?"

"Aw yeah, those poor seals nearly had me in tears!" Stella commented, taking the lid from her cup to blow on the liquid inside.

"Me too, honestly it's the best thing on telly at the moment. It's absolutely heartbreaking sometimes. Really makes you think though, in terms of climate change and all."

"God yeah, we're fucking everything up." Cocking her head in her partners direction as he sipped on his own drink. "Harry's on about getting solar panels for our place."

Gemma nodded, "sounds like a good shout, mate. I know someone who-" She was cut off by a sudden enormous bang. She heard the distinct 'fuck me!' from Harry a few feet away. Everyone's heads flew up towards the sky, now painted with pink and gold sparkles. Stella laughed at Harry's sister's startle as well as her own, nudging her side before feeling a strong arm loop around her neck again.

Harry stood behind her, leaning his head back to empty the dregs of his drink into his throat - Stella not having even started to sip hers, almost as if he'd always been immune to the heat that she was so sensitive to.

The familiar 'ooh's' and 'aah's' sounded off around them, as well as a few screaming cries of young children. Stella admired the gorgeous clear sky and the explosions of colour above her, smiling with the warmth of her man behind her. He swayed them both slightly as they both watched the display, she glanced up at him, seeing the twinkling lights reflect in his eyes and feeling butterflies swarm her belly.

He looked down back at her, a look of awe still on his face from the glittering show before them, before it morphed into an enquiring smirk.

"Love you." Stella mouthed, smiling contentedly. The smirk grew, him leaning down to kiss her lips tenderly, once, twice, murmuring a 'love you' against her lips, before moving up to peck her forehead. She licked her lips, the taste of him topped with sweet notes of chocolate. Bumping her hips back into him, she giggled when he tightened his hold around her neck and pushed forward, playfully teasing her for what would inevitably come when they got back home.

They'd leave the gates of the park and head back down the road, their joined hands swinging between them. They'd walk up the steps of their home and she'd fumble with the lock, as usual, eventually shoving it open frustratedly, knocking the autumn wreath that adorned it. Once inside, she'd toe off her ankle boots and peel off her layers, him following suit. Trotting to the kitchen with Delilah weaving between her legs, flicking the kettle on before being caught by Harry and subsequently lifted onto the counter.

His lips upon her neck and her hands underneath his thick woolen jumper, she'd have a familiar thought as his tongue peeked out against her skin, warming her from the inside out; yeah, Stella adored the 'ber' months.

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Another short one, hope you enjoy and I hope all my British pals had a fabulous bonfire night/weekend!

Check out the rest of the pieces from this universe here.

Nel xo

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the-art-of-ancunin · 5 months

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The Mask & The Mirror [Chapter One]

Explicit | Enemies to Lovers | Multi-Chapter | Contains BG3 Spoilers

Pairing: Ascended!Astarion x Original Female Character

Chapter Warning(s): Near Death Experience, Grief/Angst, Vaguely Implied Trauma, My rusty ass writing skills (yikes - sorry, kids)

Word Count: 2.4K

A piercing numbness radiated throughout the Drow's flesh, burrowing deep and festering into a white-hot, blistering agony within her chest. She’d have loved to have been able to say that this had all come as a rather nasty surprise, but sadly…she had always known that this day would come. It was inevitable. ‘You reap what you sow’ or something…isn’t that what they like to say? Even still, she held onto the hope that death would find her quickly – after everything that she had endured, she figured that she had earned that small mercy, at least.

Unfortunately, the Gods thought different.

A sickening, wet heat poured from her wound; the deep red essence of her life escaping into the frigid night before the arms that bound her lifted her small frame up and over the edge of creaking, wooden vessel.

This was it. This would be her end.

She had no choice but to accept it. There simply was no more fight left in her.

She tried briefly to convince herself that it was better this way, but as the incredible weight of mortality finally settled upon her, a torrent of regret surged forth from deep within. Time distorted around her, rushing by far too quickly for her to comprehend yet unmoving all at the same time. In the quiet moments between shallow breaths, her eyelids fell, allowing the few instances of happiness that she had managed to carve out for herself on this wretched planet to play against them. A beautiful reflection on the tapestry of connections woven throughout her woefully short life.

A quirky little genius of a gnome with wild brown hair tied back with a rich blue ribbon – her rose-colored cheeks and button nose twisting up as a mischievous smirk played across her lips. Beside her, a lanky and vexatious human girl – her large, emerald eyes all but entirely obscured by the mess of inky black tresses that framed her pale face as she tried, and failed, to sneak some food from a neighboring table into her pack.

Grief unfurled like a heavy fog, obscuring the joyous moments that she had shared with her friends. No - her family. Faces and laughter flickered before her mind's eye, the echoes of missed opportunities rang loudly in her ears. The warmth of shared smiles, the comfort of shared silence — treasures that she had neglected to wholly appreciate in life, now slipping through her fingers.

"I should have loved you loudly…" she cursed herself silently, guilt hanging heavily in the stillness of her mind. The cadence of "I love you" had gone entirely unspoken - a melody lost in the symphony of days gone by. Those simple words, once feeling cumbersome and unnecessary to the elf, somehow now seemed to dangle like precious gems just out of her reach.

A cruel longing gripped her heart like a vise – she wished for the chance to turn back the hands of time, to go back and embrace her friends with a sincerity she hadn't fully realized that she possessed. The moments that seemed inconsequential at the time continued to play out before her, both comforting and excruciatingly painful.

As her life started to fade, the shades of her emotions seemed to blend into a palette of unspoken sentiments. Her gratitude mingled with the sorrow of what could have been. Yet, despite the overwhelming regret that had taken hold of her, a flicker of acceptance emerged. It was little more than a resolve to appreciate the few fleeting moments that she had left. In the twilight of her existence, a soft smile spread across her lips as she clung onto the hope that, somehow, the echoes of her unspoken adoration would reach those she cherished most, carrying with them the essence of a heart that longed to be remembered and the love that time, in its relentless march, could never hope to extinguish. She held onto the memory of their faces, their laughter for as long as she could, before her body crashed into the freezing depths below, the rolling black waves entombing the elf as her world faded.

Dawn was just beginning to break as Yuri opened her eyes, the gentle sound of lapping waves against the shore pulling her from unconsciousness. Blinking several times to clear her vision, her eyes fluttered open yet again to be greeted by the soft, diffused light of the sun as it peeked above the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. She struggled to push herself up into a seated position, her trembling hands scrambling against the pebbled beach, her ruined clothes completely drenched and clinging to her skin as she surveyed the unfamiliar landscape.

The rhythmic sound of the water sloshing around and misting her battered body was oddly soothing as a gentle breeze carrying the scent of salt and seaweed greeted her. The air tasted fresh, sweet even - a stark contrast to the murky memories of the turbulent waters that had cast her ashore.

A shiver wracked through her, a mixture of cold and uncertainty, as she continued to take in the expanse of the small patch of shoreline stretching in either direction – distant cliffs and trees framed the scene, yet a magnificent city stood within sight. Less than a day's journey, she suspected, though she knew that she was hardly in any condition to travel.

A raven cried out overhead, briefly disrupting the coastal symphony.

In the relative quiet of the early morning, Yuri noted the muffled but distinct crunch of footsteps against the stone-ridden sand that stretched out before her. Turning her gaze toward the source of the sound and squinting against the sunlight, she watched as a dark figure approached cautiously. Silhouetted against the morning glow, the stranger's movements were graceful and deliberate – she cursed under her breath, not entirely certain whether this individual was friend or foe; she was, at least, astute enough to recognize that whoever they were, they were very much aware of her presence.

Her heart quickened as the footsteps drew closer, the anticipation of the unknown clashed with the relief of having somehow survived the tumultuous sea. She attempted to rise to her feet, but her legs were far too weak, and she fell back onto the unwelcoming shore, slicing her hand on an exceptionally pointed rock in the process. She let out an aggravated hiss before again fixing her eyes on the approaching shadow.

It was a man. Nobility, by the look of him. A fair-skinned high-elf with a mess of silver, windswept hair, dark, almond-shaped eyes, and sharp features. His expression was hard and unreadable as he came to a stop before her. The air seemed to crackle with some unspoken threat as his vermillion eyes bore into her lavender from above.

Odd. She couldn’t recall having seen that particular color outside of the Underdark.

The man’s nostrils flared as he closed his eyes but for a moment, inhaling deeply as if the brisk sea air were a favored perfume. An almost imperceptibly low growl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest as he released his breath, his gaze returning to the unlucky woman at his feet.

"Well, well, well...aren't you just a delicious little surprise?" His voice came out as a purr that blended a strange playfulness with a subtle, menacing undercurrent.

Yuri’s pulse quickened, a dreadful knot twisting in her stomach. His voice dripped with a wicked charm, his eyes glittering mischievously as though he were reveling in her confusion and anxiety. She felt compelled to spit in this man’s face and offer him some rather choice words, but the opportunity was swiftly taken from her, for once again, she found her world disappearing behind an endless veil of black.

Yuri’s consciousness flickered in and out, like a lantern left out in a storm. Each time she would begin to rouse, she fought desperately against the relentless void that sought to capture her, only to lose herself once more. This went on for what felt like an eternity before she at last found the fortitude to reclaim sentience. Blinking a couple of times as her eyes adjusted to her new surroundings, her delicate features furrowed at the unfamiliar space she now occupied. The room was quite small, the floor and walls both constructed from somewhat unrefined, matching stone. The air had a musty, stale quality and held an eerie chill. Aside from herself, the space appeared to be virtually empty save for a tattered scrap of fabric that separated her body from the stone beneath and a singular torch affixed to the wall beside a heavy, wooden door.

Gently shaking her head, the petite elf tried to piece together the events leading to her current predicament. She could recall washing ashore and a stranger approaching her, but beyond that, there was nothing. Determined to make sense of her situation, she pushed herself up and took a moment to assess herself, running her hands over her slender frame to check for injuries. To her shock, she found no wounds. Not a single one.

Curious.

Continuing her evaluation, Yuri’s fingers moved to pat down the fabric of her clothes, searching for familiar items. Nothing. Of course, her belongings were missing. A spark of annoyance ignited within her, but she stifled it, correcting herself silently. She needed to focus on the task at hand – getting the fuck out of this place. With a deep breath, she began to scan the room, her tired limbs somehow managing to carry her gracefully as she went.

As she suspected, the room was about as barren as it had looked at first glance, offering no clues about her location. The single door was regrettably the only viable entrance or exit, and it was very much locked. Her pointed ears twitched as they caught the distant echoes of unknown voices beyond the thick walls of her confines. She tried her best to still her breathing and focus on the sound, but it was too far away and faded too quickly for her to glean anything of use.

After a thorough search, the only thing that Yuri had been able to scrounge up was an old, somewhat rusted hair clip. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to spark a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she picked it up. Turning the object over in her hands, she examined the delicate craftsmanship, and although she wasn’t terribly confident it would hold up to the task that she had in mind, she decided to proceed with repurposing the accessory.

Taking a seat on the floor, she started to twist and bend the hair clip, sculpting it into a crude lockpick. The process required quite a lot of patience, something that luckily, the Drow had in spades after her years of looking after her often rambunctious companions. As the tool took shape in her hands, she couldn't help but wonder what would be waiting for her on the other side of that door. She figured that it did not matter much, ultimately. She needed to get back to her family and she was not about to wait around and hope for a miracle.

Rising to her feet once more, Yuri approached the door and began working to release the lock. The flame of the torch continued to dance against the walls, bathing the room in hues of amber and gold, highlighting the strands of silvery hair that framed her face as she focused intently on the mechanism, attempting to coax it open with the improvised tool.

Her keen senses were heightened, attuned to every subtle nuance in the air, searching for any indication that she was making progress. The room was heavy with a strange tension, the space itself seeming to hold its breath as she wrestled with the stubborn lock. It was proving to be quite unyielding, however, and frustration was quickly beginning to etch lines across her delicate features.

It was then, amid her struggle, that a soft whisper grazed her pointed ear, sending a shiver down her spine. The voice, mocking and sly, seemed to materialize in the stillness around her.

"Having trouble, are we?" it murmured - the stranger's tone laced with amusement.

Startled, she whipped her head around and scanned the room, searching for the source of the unexpected interruption. The voice lingered in the air, just beyond her perception. With narrowed eyes, she turned back and continued working, refusing to be swayed by the unseen presence.

The man chuckled, sending echoes resonating in the confined space.

"Quite a tenacious little thing, I see. And yet…here you are, reduced to fumbling with a hair clip in the dark. How utterly tragic."

Undeterred, she shot a defiant glance over her shoulder, her eyes sifting through the shadows once more.

"Who are you?" she inquired, her voice quiet yet stern.

Yet another irritating chuckle reverberated off the stone walls as a figure began to take shape in the far corner, seemingly materializing out of the shadows themselves.

"Oh, just a spectator, my dear. Do carry on with your endeavors, it is quite entertaining,” The man smirked, pristine white teeth glinting in the faint firelight.

Drawing in a deep breath, Yuri released her hold on the useless tool, allowing it to clatter against the hard floor below. Slowly, she rose to full height and turned her body to face the stranger. He was close – far closer than he had sounded moments ago, and yet she had heard nothing. No foot falls. No telltale swoosh of fabric disturbing the air. It took everything in her not to react to the sudden change in proximity, yet there was a smug sense of knowing in his crimson eyes that told her that somehow, he could sense her discomfort all the same.

“I’m not overly fond of entertaining strange men, if it’s all the same to you. So, I’ll ask once more,” the woman spoke, squaring her shoulders, “Who are you?”

The man, unfazed by her small act of defiance, held her gaze with an enigmatic smile.

"Oh darling, you wound me," he replied, his voice carrying a certain charm that danced on the edge of arrogance. "Why, I saved your life - the Raven Bitch nearly had her nasty little claws in you by the time I reached you. You should consider yourself quite fortunate I came along."

Her eyes narrowed; suspicion scrawled across her face.

"Saved me? That’s interesting. I've never known a savior to proceed to imprison their benefactor afterwards."

"A perceptive little thing, I see" he sneered, "True, I will admit, my intentions were not entirely altruistic, but you needn’t worry about that just yet."

The man took a step back, his gaze unwavering.

"My name is Astarion,” he continued, bowing just slightly as he finally revealed his name, “Now…just who might you be?

A/N: Hello, hello! If you made it this far, thank you for reading! I apologize if it's dog-shit garbage, I haven't written in a very, VERY long time. I'm a sucker for feedback so gimme your thoughts if you'd be so kind. Thanks again for stickin' it out! Also yes, if you are wondering, I had posted this previously but I decided to restructure things a little bit, change up some of the dialogue a little, and I also combined the first two chapters because they were shorter than I would have liked. I'm sorry if this has tripped anyone up, but my lizard brain wouldn't let it go. Anyway, thank you again for taking the time to read this, I hope you enjoyed it annnnnd if you did please feel free to give this post a like and maybe a relog if you're feelin' extra generous - I would appreciate it so stinkin' much!!! I will be back with more soon! XoXo

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theanonymousclown · 8 months

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Tell a friend to tell a friend- She’s BAAACK!!

This is an Owl House/Steven Universe AU, specifically an ‘SU in TOH’ variant!

Casual Kiddos + Season 1 Adults

So in Season 1, a human named Steven wanders into the dimension of Homeworld. He is quickly accepted into the fold of The Crystal House, a home for three outlaws Witches who came together- Garnet, the daughter of a Wild Witch (Ruby) and an upstanding Demon (Sapphire), Pearl, a former Guard for the Covens before defecting, and Amethyst, a cursed Witch.

Steven and Amethyst start in the Detention Track…

But quickly chose to Multi-Track. Amethyst studies Beastkeeping, Construction, Illusions and Abominations. Meanwhile, Steven starts out studying Healing and Plants, but expands to Beastkeeping, Oracle, and Illusions to learn the type of magic that the other Gems learned (Amethyst, Garnet and Pearl in that order)

Season 2 happens then (featuring the new uniforms) and the Crystal Gems have to deal with the three Main Heads- Blue, the Healing Head, Yellow, the Abominations Head, and White, the Empress’s Head. What they learn as the season continues is that, actually, they (and Pink, who was the Plant Coven Head before she ‘died’) are witch hunters. Pink was a born a Witch in the Human Realm, and so her sisters gave up their witch hunting ways to find someplace Pink could be safe… or so they thought. Really, White never gave up being a Hunter, and was just looking for a way to get rid of every witch at once.

What Steven learns at the end of Season 2 is that, first off, he’s a Grimwalker. White made him as a copy of Pink and wanted to use him to test various murder methods on witches, but Pink found out and fled, faking her death. She cut her and Steven’s ears to keep them safe in the Human Realm, but she botched the job a bit. Pink took on the name Rose, fell in love with and married a human named Greg Universe, and died in childbirth with her daughter Nora (who also passed).

Steven does… not take this well.

And spends like half of Season 3 downright miserable.

But yeah that’s the main summary of the AU! Some additional Notes:

Yellow is the Abominations Head because she created the Cluster.

Peridot takes over as Plant Head after Pink (because Peri’s a farmer). The Other Coven Heads are Nephrite for Beastkeeping (because she was a beast), Lapis for Oracle (because she was trapped in a mirror and I can warp that into a crystal ball), Jasper for Construction (all quartz are Construction, it’s why Amethyst has it), Fable for Illusions (Because obviously), Aquamarine for Potions (idk, she has a wand?? So I guess Potions is the witchiest Coven??) and Pyrope for Bard (I have no clue why)

Bismuth is Raine, because obviously.

Pearl has an Illusions sigil, so that obviously causes problems.

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