#thank you for the prompt you're the best 🥰🥰 i hope you had such a nice day!

[bloodlust-1]

Hi. So I loved the story you made about Tav revealing she's a virgin to Astarion. You said we could send prompts so when you're back I would love a story about Tav's first time with Astarion under the stars 🌟🥰.

Love your stories

Thank you 🙏🏾

Okay - Fine! I'll totally give ya a part 2 ;* ! A few people actually requested this so it's about time ;p Since this is a virgin Tav, I wanted to be extremely delicate and detailed with Astarion's actions, while also still being sexy. This is some slowburned passionate smut!!

Lets get into iitttt. Hope you enjoy reading anon!

˚ ° A purity like yours ° ˚ part 2

Lovely photo by @astarionposting

Astarion x fem Tav — Explicit 18+

T/W: Smut!, virginity

Summary: Astarion fulfills his promise to make Tav's first time a beautiful and memorable experience, something he believes she deserves. When he surprises her, things get heated and her first time becomes a memory that'll forever burn into her head.

Notes: This is a part 2 to this story. You don't have to read part 1 to enjoy or understand the storyline, but it just hits different for the ones who did :* <3

The air was filled with the sweet scent of wildflowers and the sound of crickets chirping. Astarion had been planning this surprise for weeks and now it was finally time to show Tav. He took her hand and led her through the dark forest, carefully avoiding any fallen branches or rocks.

Tav held onto his hand tightly, and the anticipation was welling up inside her. What was it? She had no idea where Astarion was taking her, but she trusted him completely.

Finally, they reached a clearing in the forest and Astarion stopped, turning to face Tav with a soft smile on his face. "Close your eyes," he whispered, "I have a surprise for you."

Tav did as she was told, her heart racing with excitement. She felt Astarion take her hand once again and lead her a few steps forward before coming to a stop.

Tav felt the warmth of his palms on her shoulders. Then, the pressure of his lips pressing against her neck, "Okay, open your eyes."

Tav slowly opened her eyes and gasped in awe at the sight before her. They were standing in a beautiful pasture, surrounded by tall grass and wildflowers. But what took her breath away was the night sky above them. It was filled with countless stars, twinkling in the darkness.

"Astarion..." Tav spoke under her breath, her eyes wide with wonder. "I had no idea..."

And somehow, the moonlight captured Astarion so perfectly under its shine. A small wind blew softly threw his white curls.

Astarion chuckled at her reaction and helped her lie down on the soft grass. "I knew you would love it," he said, lying down beside her.

Tav couldn't take her eyes off the stars, they seemed to go on forever. "I never knew the night sky could be so beautiful," she whispered.

Astarion turned to look at her, his eyes shining with adoration. "Just like you," he said, a hint of awe in his voice. "Your beauty is just as infinite as the stars above us." He shyly averted his eyes back onto the sky.

Tav's eyes welled up with tears and she turned to look at Astarion with a scrunched smile. "Thank you for showing me this,"

Astarion wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "I am just glad you like it, my dear," he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Tav couldn't contain herself, wrapping her arms tightly around Astarion and bombarding his face with kisses. "You're the best," she said between giggles.

"And beautiful!" He exclaimed at her sarcastically, or did he really mean it?

Tav rolled her eyes and shook her head with a light heart.

They lay there for what felt like hours, just enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence. Tav could feel Astarion's steady breath against her cheek, and it calmed her nerves.

Without warning, Astarion's hand slipped down to rest on Tav's hip. She stiffened slightly, not expecting the sudden touch. But before she could react, Astarion's hand moved lower, cupping her ass.

Tav's eyes widened in surprise, and before she could speak, Astarion let out a nervous apology under his breath. Tav could see the panic in his eyes, afraid he had crossed a line.

"No -" She felt herself get flustered, but Tav mustered up the courage to reach for Astarion's face, cupping his cheekbone.

"I-I actually...like it," Tav stammered, her eyelashes battered at him shyly.

Astarion's eyebrows raised in shock before a cocky smirk spread across his lips. "Oh, is that so?" he teased, his voice low and playful.

Tav nodded.

Astarion's fingers trailed up the back of her thighs, tickling her skin. Tav squirmed under his touch, feeling a sudden heat between her thighs.

Her breath hitched as Astarion groped her ass, his touch was surprisingly gentle and soft. Tav felt his breath become heavy and he leaned closer to her, his lips hovering just inches from hers.

"You're such a tease," she playfully scolded him, her voice laced with desire.

Astarion just chuckled, his fingers still teasingly caressing her skin. "But you like it," he whispered, his lips now grazing her ear.

Damn, he's right.

Tav liked the way he made her feel, and the way he touched her. With a sudden burst of confidence, she pulled him in for a passionate kiss, gently climbing on top of his body fully.

Astarion's hands gripped Tav's hips, softly tugging them against his groin. He huffed into the kiss, grinding her hips against him with each needy thrust.

Tav's hands slid up Astarion's chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his shirt. She moaned softly while he continued to grind against her, the lace of his shirt now completely undone and hanging loosely around his neck.

Astarion growled low in his throat, his lips moving from hers to trail kisses down her neck. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "If this is what you really want, my love - I can't wait to feel you."

Tav shivered at his words, her body aching with desire. "I want you," she replied, her hands running through his hair as she tugged him closer.

Astarion's hands traveled down her body, his fingers tracing the curves of her waist before sliding under her shirt. He lifted it over her head, revealing her bare skin to him. He helped her kick off her pants as well.

Astarion lifted her by the waist, pushing her to sit straight up on his lap as he laid, "I want to see you from this angle."

Tav looked down on him in her undergarments. This was the most naked she had ever been in front of him, and it made her shudder with anxiousness.

His eyes sparkled, trailing down from her collarbones, breasts, stomach, full thighs, and then the soft cloth of her panties. She was a work of art, a muse.

His hand snaked up her side, with a swift motion he unclipped her bra with one hand; allowing it to sink off her shoulders.

Tav turned her head timidly, hiding her face in as much of her hair as possible.

As her bra fell, her breasts were exposed to the cool air of the night, and Astarion was practically drooling.

"Pretty." Astarion hummed in approval. He reached out for her breast, cupping the soft skin into his palm.

Tav's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had never been touched like this before and she didn't know how to react. Astarion's hand continued to roam over her chest, his touch gentle and curious.

"Relax, my dear," he whispered, he took her nipple between his fingers. "I will be gentle."

He sat up, one breast in his palm, and his other hand wrapped around her waist.

Astarion's lips trailed down Tav's neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. He gave her breast a gentle squeeze. Tav gasped at the sensation, her body responding to his touch despite her nerves.

He pulled her closer, his lips now on hers, and Tav melted into his embrace. Astarion's other hand joined in, caressing her other breast, and Tav couldn't hold back a loud moan.

"There it is. how does it feel?" His breath tickled her lips.

"More - please.." Tav shamelessly lowered her head, allowing her whimpers to flow out softly.

Astarion kissed her deeply, and her worries and doubts faded away. Tav gave in to the pleasure, letting Astarion take the lead and guide her through this new experience.

she was grateful to have him as her first. He was gentle and nurturing to her needs and wants.

Astarion continued to explore Tav’s body, hands hungrily stroking every curve, scar, and stretch mark he could dip his fingers on.

Studying her every move, expression, and whimper, Astarion pinned every spot that made her jaw drop and face burn red. He specifically loved the way her lower lip fell when she moaned.

He felt one thing that he had never felt before: In control. And all he wanted to do with it was please Tav.

He continued to kiss her, lacing his tongue with hers. The excitement started to whelm deep into his stomach and as a result, poking Tav’s inner thighs with a full erection.

Astarion became desperate, sloppily kissing her while their tongues twirled together. Their hold got tighten around each other and Astarion pulled away with a sharp breath for air.

“I wonder how you taste." His lips pulled into a smug look and it burned Tav's heart. He was so shameless and knew exactly what he wanted. Why wouldn't be honest with his love?

He pushed Tav's back onto the grass, hovering over her naked body.

Tav's heart raced, and Astarion looked down at her with dominating eyes. She couldn't believe she was here, at this moment, ready to give her virginity.

As he pulled his shirt off, Tav blatantly stared at his abs. But when he removed his pants, his erection building right up, Tav had a wave of nerves wash over her.

Astarion noticed the panic in her eyes and immediately stopped. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, his hand caressing her cheek.

"It's okay, my dear," he whispered, "I'll take care of you."

Tav's heart swelled at his words. She nodded, giving him a small smile. He would take care of her, surely.

His lips trailed down Tav's collarbones, making their way to her breasts. Tav's breath hitched, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it and sending shivers down her spine.

He then moved down her stomach, his lips leaving a trail of kisses and his hands caressing every inch of her skin. When he reached her thighs, Astarion couldn't resist the temptation any longer.

With a devilish glint in his eye, he spread her legs wide and took a deep breath, "Delicious," he murmured, before teasing her inner thighs with his kisses.

Tav squirmed under his touch, her skin tingling from the grazing of his fangs against her thighs. A soft moan escaped her lips, and a trail of hickeys littered her skin.

But it was nothing compared to the sensation when Astarion finally placed a single kiss on her core. Tav's back arched for more, her fingers gripping the blades of grass. A soft gasp left her lips.

"I think we should take this slow, my dear," Astarion whispered against her sex, "After all, it's your first time."

Again, his lips were on her folds, kissing them until his tongue dragged across her wetness. The slick of her core had a sweet tinge that only made him desperate for more.

The tip of his tongue fell onto Tav's clit. It burned in heat compared to his tongue and he slowly traced in all kinds of shapes. His red eyes glared up at Tav, studying which designs made her moan more, whimper, arch her back, and push her hips closer against his mouth.

And when he did find her spot, Tav's became a breathy mess. Cries and whimpers flowed out her mouth like lyrics to her favorite song. Her ankles quivered to each long stroke of Astarion's tongue.

Her stomach knotted deep within her and Tav hastily grabbed a handful of his curls.

"A-aahhh, Don't..S-Stop." She gritted her teeth and her face scrunched in an intense plea to his tongue.

His name cried off her lips.

With a devilish glint in his eyes, Astarion flicked his tongue and teased her most sensitive spot. Tav's moans grew louder and heavier.

It was like he became almost feral. He pushed his face closer to her core, his tongue working even more intensely against her clit. Tav felt a knot forming in her stomach. Tav's body tensed up as she neared her climax.

With one final flick of his tongue, Astarion brought Tav to her peak, her body released itself, and Tav let out a breathy cry. Astarion looked up at her, nodding in approval as he took in her flushed cheeks and ragged breaths.

Tav was left breathless and Astarion quickly covered her mouth with his, their tongues tangled needingly like a drug. Their tongues and teeth clashed together roughly. Their bodies practically hummed with a desire for more.

Finally, they pulled away, their chests rising and falling, both trying to catch their breath. "Wow..I...never felt that - before," Tav huffed, her eyes fell hazy.

Astarion gazed at Tav with a mischievous smirk on his face. "I could say the same, my love," he replied, before pulling her in for another heated kiss.

Tav moaned between the kiss, "I want to make you feel good too."

"Open your mouth," Astarion commanded as he fit himself perfectly between her legs.

Tav obeyed, and his slender fingers slipped into her mouth. She sucked on them eagerly, wetting them with her tongue. His eyes coldly pushed them deeper into her throat until she gagged.

"You're such a good pup," Astarion praised, his voice husky with desire. He used her saliva to lubricate his cock before placing it at the entrance of her core.

"Are you ready?" His red eyes pierced Tav's, and with teary eyes, she nodded yes.

With a slow and steady pace, Astarion pushed his hips forward, sliding himself into her. Tav clutched onto his arms and winced at the sharp pain, but Astarion's face faded somber at the sound of her cries.

"Shhh...There, there. Try to relax," he comforted her, giving her a moment to adjust to his length. Tav pulled him closer into a hug, tightly shutting her eyes into his nape.

Astarion gently rubbed the back of her head with his hand, his thumb tracing comforting circles on her skin. Tears welled up in Tav's eyes, but she spoke to Astarion through the pain.

"I can feel you," Tav hummed in a soft voice, admiration.

His heart skipped a beat at her words. They were finally one, and it made him fall in love with her all over again.

Astarion rarely became nervous, but Tav's words shook him, "A-Alright, I'm going to go slow, my love..."

With each thrust of his hips, Astarion could feel Tav's grip tighten around him, and he let out a low grunt of pleasure against her neck. Tav's body responded eagerly to his, and soon they were moving in perfect rhythm together.

Tav's nails dug into Astarion's shoulder blades, dragging lines down his back until it rested on his hips. Tav forced his hips down with her palms closer to her groin.

Their bodies were slick with sweat as they moved against each other, and Tav's moans mingled with Astarion's grunts. At that moment, nothing else mattered except the two of them, lost in their lust.

Astarion grabbed Tav's thigh, forcibly pulling her leg up tighter into his cock. He pumped skillfully into her sex, closing his eyes as his body greedily melted to the sensation.

Fuck, Astarion's mind went blank. Sex was never for pleasure. Not in his world, but in this moment; there was something special about the way his spine shivered and his skin crawled.

Without a word, Astarion took hold of Tav's wrists and pinned them above her head, glaring down at her with carnal lust. Only a gasp left her lips.

"I'm going to take everything I want from you, my love, greedily and passionately."

Wasting no time, his hips rocked against Tav's, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces.

Tav mewled a loud moan, the roughness of Astarion's thrusts almost bordering on pain. But it was a good kind of pain, one that sent shivers down her spine and made her toes curl.

"Astarion!" she cried out, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and desperation. "Fuck...n-nghh!"

Astarion's own moans mixed with hers, his breath hot against her skin as he continued to drive into her with each thrust. Tav's walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, each moan and gasp pushed them closer and closer to the edge. Tav's mind clouded with nothing but the feeling of Astarion's cock inside her.

"Harder, Astarion," she begged, her voice rasped raw with need.

And he obliged, his movements becoming rougher and more urgent and they both approached their climax. Tav's moans turned into cries of ecstasy while her body trembled beneath Astarion's hold.

With one final thrust, Astarion let out a loud moan. His length twitched three times, filling Tav before collapsed on top of her. Their bodies were still entwined.

When he pulled out, a small sheen of blood covered his tip.

Astarion captured Tav's lips, and his eyes fluttered hazily. He then pulled Tav into a hug and they lay in each other's arms, panting and catching their breath. They may have started as strangers, but in that moment, they were truly one and it was a feeling that he never wanted to let go of.

"You're amazing," Astarion kissed Tav's forehead, "How do you feel?"

"I feel ruined - but in the best way possible." Her mouth hung open, still catching her breath.

Astarion clicked his tongue against his teeth, "Darling, you will be feeling deliciously sore in all the right places tomorrow."

"You really think so?" Tav's glossy eyes widened with a flush of red burning her cheeks.

Astarion was so right. The lingering ache would serve as a sweet memory of their passionate and unforgettable night together.

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[eddiesxangel]

Hey, Mr. Claus🎅🏻 | Santa!Eddie x Reader

Holiday Prompt Party hosted by @allthingsjoeq and @bettyfrommars 🥰

Prompt: You can tell that the mall Santa is a babe under that beard, and you decide to get closer to investigate.

CW: This is loosely based on a TikTok I saw. Flirting and fluff.

WC: 1.4k

“Santa! Santa!” Your three-year-old nephew tugged your hand as he ran towards the man in red walking towards you.

“Yeah, buddy, Santa!” You smiled as he tugged you closer and closer just before his hand slipped from yours and charged the man dressed up in a fake white beard, red and white fluffy hat and suit, headed in your direction.

“Christopher! You get back here right now!” You yell as you chase after him through the halls of the busy mall. He doesn’t listen to you. He completely ignores you as he runs into the arms of the mall Santa. You watch as Santa opens his arms wide and embraces the little boy with a big smile, not seeming bothered by the little boy who has just tackled him.

If you weren’t so worried, it would be the most darling thing you’ve witnessed this year.

“Ho ho ho, who do we have here?” You heard the very fake, deep voice addressing you and your nephew.

“I’m chwistopho!” Your nephew shrieks as he gazes up at the fake bearded man.

"Now, Christopher, you know running away from your mommy isn't nice. She looked very worried; he crouched down to his level. Giving you a little wink. His brown eyes were memorizing and took you aback as you approached the two of them. He was much younger than any Santa you've ever encountered before. His nose was flushed red as if he had put on blush to make it look cold. His eyes were rimmed with white eyeliner, making them more cartoonish and round. He also had black lines where crowss feet would be if he was older.

“That’s not my Mommy! That’s my Auntie!” He giggles like Santa is the silliest man on earth.

"Ho ho ho! I am so silly, of course, I knew that wasn't your Mommy! I know all the children of the world and their parents; I was testing you! Good lad." The cute young mall Santa chuckled.

“Come on buddy, Santa is on his break for his milk and cookies, we don’t want to bother him anymore. You don’t want to get on the naughty list.” That caught his attention really quick.

“I’ve been a good boy!” He protested while snuggling into Santa’s fluffy suit.

“I know you’ve been a good boy. I’ll be visiting your house. Don’t you worry!” Santa exclaimed as he picked up your nephew in his arms.

“See, little bear, don’t worry, Santa had your back.” You wink.

"Don't you worry either" Santa addressed you now. "I'm sure you're on my nice list as well." Was Santa flirting me you?

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks heat up as Santa passed your nephew back with open arms.

"What do we say to Santa?" You asked the little boy in your arms.

"Thank you!" He squealed as he blew a kiss to the not-so-old man.

Christopher let you know he was so excited to tell his mom and dad how he met Santa today and that you were the best auntie ever!

"You also tell him that he owes me one when we get you home. Okay, buddy?” You tell Christopher as you walk away from the mall Santa; wishing you got to speak to him more. He rambled on so much as you walked back to the exit, that you didn't get a proper chance to say goodbye to Santa.

You still couldn't get the cute young Santa out of your head the following day. You thought about him all night, replaying how adorable the interaction had been between Christopher and him. So you decided to go back to the mall today and see if you could find him.

You found the line to take pictures with Santa in the middle of the mall, it wasn’t hard to miss because the lineup for it was outrageous. You hoped they were paying him well, there were way too many kids here. You rounded the corner to the back of the line and hoped this was worth it.

After going back and forth with yourself on what you would say to him, you’d chickened out a few times before hyping yourself back up. Before you knew it you were next in line after forty-five minutes of absolute self-torcher.

As you examine the man in the big red suit, you observe how tired he is until his eyes lock on you. He immediately fixes his posture, his smile seems more genuine, and his big doe eyes brighten.

You take a deep breath and walk up with all the fake confidence in the world, knowing you look weird without a kid.

"Ho ho ho, have a seat, Sugar Plum and tell Santa what you want for Christmas!" He patted his knee with a white-gloved hand.

You tentatively go to sit on his knee and wrap an arm around his shoulder while he wraps around your waist in a tight grip.

"Hi," you meekly smile.

"Hi, Snow Angel." He smiled brightly. You can see his straight white teeth smile through the god-awful fake beard.

"Now, what is it you want for Christmas." Santa, aka Eddie, scolded himself for having to keep up the dumb act while the prettiest girl he's ever seen is willingly here in his lap.

"What I want for Christmas is to see if you're really as cute as I think you are under all of this." you gesture to his get-up. "Do you think I deserve that? I am on the nice list; after all." You playfully bat your eyes hoping you are not making a fool of yourself.

Santa Eddie chuckled. "I think that can be arranged. I'll have my Elves on that one straight away!"

“Great, call me.” You slip him a small paper with your name and phone number. But not before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before popping up from his lap, and methodically swaying your hips a little hoping he would stare at your ass and you walked away.

Eddie couldn’t believe what just happened. He picked up a girl dressed in a fake beard and a smelly tacky red getup. And not just any girl. The girl from yesterday with the bright eyes and beautiful smile. He would be lying if he’d said he hadn’t wished he got your name yesterday.

It was hard to get it together after you’d flustered him. He called for a fifteen-minute break after you had left because he needed to collect himself.

He examined your handwriting; he thought your loopy scrawl was cute. He smirked at the little hearts you drew at the corner. And couldn’t wait for his shift to be over to call you.

Eddie called around 8:00pm that night. You discovered his name was Eddie, not St.Nicholas, Kris Kringle, or Mr. Claus. His normal voice was hot, and you were nervous to see what he looked like. He asked to meet for coffee on Saturday at noon between being flirty and funny, and you couldn’t wait.

Eddie called you every day for the next 3 days until Saturday. You were nervous but excited to see Eddie’s proper form.

You had gotten to the cafe at 11:53am. You sat in the parking lot until 11:59am and gathered the courage to leave your car. You scanned the room until you saw a pair of brown eyes you couldn’t ever forget. Your breath hitched as he waved and stood up from the booth he reserved for the two of you.

He wasn’t what you expected; honestly, you hadn’t known what to expect, but he was hot. Eddie was way hotter than you anticipated. Like really really hot. His hair was a lot longer than you expected, and he wore a black leather jacket over a black band shirt you didn’t recognize, black jeans and black boots. As he came closer, you saw he had painted his nails black and accessorized with chunky silver rings. He had a five o’clock shadow and had a bit of white liner still rimming his water line he probably couldn’t wash off.

“Hey,” he smiled and pulled you into a hug. His body was bigger than yours, and he smelled so good. It was much better than the dusty old suit he wore when you met him.

“Hi, Santa,” you smile.

“Careful, Sugar Plum; I know the big guy and can get you kicked off the nice list if you keep up that teasing.” He playfully points as you take a step closer.

“Who says I wanna be on the nice list? Maybe I like being naughty.” You smirked while playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Oh ho ho, I knew I would like you,” he laughed.

“Pack it in Santa. I’m here for Eddie.” You raise onto your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

Eddie guided you to the booth, and you couldn’t believe you were on a date with the mall Santa Claus…

Read a smutty part 2 here

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[sanguineterrain]

Hiii, discovered your fics on AO3 and they’re very my jam! If you’re still taking requests, could I suggest something where Jason rescues you, an angsty hurt/comfort? Maybe they’re pining for each-other and maybe confront/confess their feelings, or are already together, up to you.

No worries if not 😊😊 Thanks for the good words ❤️🖤

Hey I know you! Thanks for leaving nice comments over yonder 🥰 Idk if I really delivered on this prompt but I hope you like it anyway lol 😅 I combined this prompt with another I received about Jason and the reader fighting before the reader is hurt/kidnapped.

jason todd x fem!reader. tw: creepy men, crime alley, injured reader, jason shoots people (🎶whatta mighty good man🎶)

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"If you don't know who this is, you shouldn't be fucking calling. Leave a message after the beep or whatever."

Beeeep!

"Jay, it's me. Can we please talk? You can't ignore me forever. I want us to fix this. I—" You swallow hard. "I miss you."

You sigh, rubbing your forehead as you think of what to say. You've already left three unanswered messages. There's no more for you to say. You just want things to be fixed.

You want your best friend back.

"Okay. Call me when you can."

You hang up and pocket your phone.

The fight was stupid. Jason doesn't respond well to being pushed, but you pushed him anyway. You wanted to know where he disappeared to at night. You were sick of the secrets, of always feeling like you were three steps behind, left in the dark.

If you really cared about me, you would tell me where you go.

Jason had stilled, expression cold.

I don't owe you anything.

Your voice had turned wobbly then.

Jay, don't I mean anything to you? I want you to trust me, I want this to be a normal friendship!

He'd put on his jacket and collected the few things he left in your apartment.

You're right. You deserve normal.

You haven't spoken since. At first, you thought Jason left for a few hours to cool down. So you gave him space.

But then hours turned to days, and now it's been a full week and a half since you'd fought. Last night, you broke down and cried. This is it. You've lost him for good.

Part of you fears the reality is darker than him just leaving. You've long suspected that whatever Jason goes out to do is probably illegal since he's always out at night.

What if you're called down to the police station to identify a body?

All those things left unsaid. Jason will never know you love him.

Screw this. You're going to his apartment.

It's late. It's really late, and this is actually not the best idea to carry out at eight o'clock at night in Crime Alley. There's a reason Jason always insists on hanging out at your apartment or at a cafe.

A man whistles at you down the street. "Goin' somewhere, girlie?"

This was a bad idea. Jason might be the one who has to ID a body tonight.

You can't remember which of these apartments is his. But you can't call him. He can't know you're here, not yet.

"You shouldn't be here, lady!" a kid shouts at you from a fire escape. "He don't like new people on his turf!"

You don't take the time to figure out who the kid means. Crime Alley is known for, well, crime. The sooner you can locate Jason's apartment, the better.

A group of men light cigarettes down the road. You pause and turn around. In the process, you stumble over a garbage can.

That instantly draws their attention.

"Well, what have we here?" one jeers. "You lost, sweetie?"

You run.

You don't care if it makes you look afraid—you are afraid, and you're beyond caring. You shouldn't have come here.

You turn abruptly. You have no idea where you're going, but maybe if you act like you do, you'll throw them off. You take another turn, then another, and you look behind you to check if—

Wham!

You crash into a body. A muscled body, one that forces you backwards.

White, glowing eyes that smolder inside a red helmet meet your own.

Jason's never warned you about the Red Hood. He just tells you to stay away from the area altogether. You don't really need to be warned about Hood anyway. You know what he's about. You know you've probably just sealed your fate tonight.

"What the fuck?" he asks, modulated voice rough.

"I'm sorry," you babble. "Please don't hurt m—"

Gunshots ring out, and you realize you've just stumbled into an active gunfight. With Red Hood.

Fuck your luck.

The gunmen have spotted you, and they take great pleasure in using you as a distraction; they fire at you instead of Hood.

He shields you with his body, blocking the bullets. It works until a flash grenade is thrown, and you're separated from Hood, ears ringing. You hit the ground hard from the impact, scraping your hands and arms.

Someone's arm wraps around your neck, and you're suddenly dragged backward. You scream, scratching at the arm, and a fist thumps your head. You blink at the pain, too dazed to keep fighting.

"We had a deal, Hood!" your captor shouts, arm tightening around your neck. "Let us go or she dies!"

"Negation's over," Red Hood snarls, and shoots all four men.

You cry as the shot echoes too close to your face and for a moment, you fear you've been shot too. The now dead man slips off of you, collapsing in a heap on the ground.

Your ankle protests when you step on it. In the chaos of the fight, you hadn't realized you sprained it. You trip and fall on your butt, scrambling away from the pooling blood.

"What are you doing here?" Hood growls at you, stalking closer.

You start to cry, edging backward.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your fight, please d-don't kill me—"

You press down hard on your wrist and that hurts more than your ankle. You cry harder at the pain, grabbing your wrist.

Red Hood gets closer, and you try to scramble away with one arm and one leg. He kneels down and holds your good arm in place so you can't move.

"I'm sorry!" you say again, tears thick on your lashes.

"Fuck," Hood says roughly, and unlocks his helmet.

Your eyes widen as he pulls it off.

"J—"

"I told you to never come to this area, and you come alone, in the fucking dark, without a weapon? What the hell is wrong with you?" Jason snarls.

"Please don't yell at me," you whisper, covering your face with your hands.

You're shaking, adrenaline turning your stomach. A moment later, you throw up.

"Shit," Jason says and puts a hand on your stomach to help you sit back up. "Shit, I'm an asshole. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell."

"I thought you died," you say, daring to look at him. "You weren't answering my calls, and you only go out at night. I thought..."

Jason immediately looks avalanched by guilt. He cradles you to his chest.

"Fuck. I'm sorry. I should've—I thought it would be better, leaving."

"I didn't want you to leave," you cry, arms curling around his neck. "I love you so much, Jay. I was so scared. Don't leave me again."

Jason's breath hitches. You freeze, suddenly sure you've screwed it all up.

"Jay—"

"Y'love me?" he asks, cupping your cheek.

You nod emphatically.

"Even though I'm..." He gestures to the helmet.

"I'm just happy you're alive," you say. "I missed you so much, Jason."

His arms tighten around you. "God, I missed you too, baby. I was going crazy not talking to you. I'm sorry I ignored you. Wasn't right of me. But don't ever do this again, okay? If I hadn't been here—"

He takes a shuddering breath and kisses your neck. You nod against his shoulder.

"I promise. Just don't shut me out again, please."

Jason's quiet for a moment. You can feel him thinking.

"This isn't gonna be normal," he says. "If-if we do this. This is part of me. Who I am."

"I don't care," you say. "I love you, Jay. Every part. Whatever that entails."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #batman fanfiction #dc fanfiction #i do notttt like how this one came out but im lowkey struggling to write this week so. oh well 😔 #inbox #blurb

[forever-rogue]

Hiiii 🐻

What about an Eddie fic where they are at an award show nominated in the same category but they are exs. They ended things because right person wrong time type of deal. His career took off and hers was in the early stages.

And he wins the award and spots her in the crowd

Link for reference

https://www.tiktok.com/@editsmcu/video/7045316909562219782?lang=en

AN | I changed the prompt just a little but I hope y’all enjoy! 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Modern!Rockstar!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie 

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"He's going to be there, you know," the soft tone of her voice caused you to look up from your phone as you caught her eye in the mirror. Your grip around your phone tightened as her expression turned doe-eyed, "Eddie. His band is nominated for a few awards."

You knew that, of course you did. You wouldn't admit that you still closely kept up with what was going on with him. But, despite the fact that you'd broken up almost a year ago, you still cared deeply for him. 

"Oh," you swallowed the thick lump that had welled up in your throat, trying to keep the tears at bay, "well, that's alright. These things will continue to happen and I'll just have to learn to deal with it."

"You'll be okay?" She finished up your hair and settled her gentle hands on your shoulders. She gave you a tender squeeze as you nodded, "if you need anything, you can always text or call me. I'm not your hairdresser but your friend too, and I'm here for you."

"I'll be alright," you promised, heart constricting at the kindness she displayed, "I'll just have to learn how to deal."

"You'll do great, my love," her smile was gentle, "you're solid gold and one day you'll find exactly what you're looking for."

What if you had lost what you had been looking for?

"Thank you."

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Eddie was sprawled on the couch in the studio, scrolling endlessly through his social media. A heavy sigh escaped his lips despite his best efforts; he was feeling a type of way he couldn’t quite explain. It wasn’t bored or tired or…anything really, just sort of down. 

“Hey man,” Jeff sat down at the opposite end of the couch causing Eddie to lift his head in question, “I just heard that umm…well, she is going to be there tomorrow night.”

Eddie tried not to let his face light up entirely but it was hard not to perk up at even the smallest mention of you. His heart ached as he pictured your face; it had been so long since he’d even seen you in person. To put it quite frankly, it sucked. 

“Oh?” He tried to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible but even he could hear the curiosity in his voice, “how did you find that out?”

“Seth told me,” ah. Of course their manager would know all about that, “wonder why she’s going. She’s not even a musician, just an actor…maybe she’s someone’s date or something…”

“Date?” and yeah he almost choked on that singular word. The idea of you going on a date made anger bubble in his blood, “you don’t seriously think that she’s dating someone, do you?”

“I dunno man,” Jeff shrugged lightly, “I mean…you were the one that broke up with her. And it’s been almost a year. She's going to date someone else eventually."

"I know!" He snapped, rubbing his tired face with his hands. Jeff recoiled slightly from Eddie's sudden sharpness. He knew that you were still a sore subject for him and he'd hope to negate any bad feelings by warning him that you'd be there. But now he was wondering if he'd made a mistake - maybe Eddie wouldn't even have noticed you.

"I'm sorry, Ed. You'll be alright," he offered him a tight lipped smile, "and it'll be over before we know it."

"Yeah," he replied dismissively, raking a hand through his messy curls, "let's fucking hope so."

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"You look amazing."

You studied yourself intently in the mirror, staring at the dark pink dress that you were currently sporting. Your mind had immediately drifted to wondering if Eddie would have liked your dress. He always enjoyed the fact that you were so opposite of him. Sunshine and rain, he'd always said, balancing each other out.

So much for that. But you tried not to dwell on the past. You'd already given into the fact that you would ever be completely over him. A part of your heart would always belong to him.

"Thanks," you smiled but it didn't quite reach your eyes. You were nervous going to the awards show tonight, even if you were just going to accompany one of your friends. 

Your stylist touched up your hair and set your makeup before letting you go. After you slipped on your heels and waited for your ride, you couldn't help but go on to IG and scroll through photos of the red carpet to see who had already arrived. 

Everything was fine until you reached a post that caused your heart to almost stop. There was Eddie, looking as gorgeous as ever, standing on the red carpet with the rest of his band members. You'd be lying if you said you weren't relieved to see that he didn't have a date.

Not that it mattered. Of course not. It was all peaches and he could do whatever he wanted. Even if it would break your heart a little further.

"Your chariot has arrived ," you looked up when you saw Angelica walk through the door. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw her standing there, looking as amazing as you hoped you did too, "ready to go?"

"Yup," you grabbed your bag and walked over to her but you could tell that something was on her mind, "what's wrong?"

"I…Gareth texted me a little while ago. They're already all there," she gave your shoulder as a squeeze. You appreciated all the concern but it really wasn't helping. It would have been preferable to just have everyone ignore the blatant obviousness that Eddie would be there.

"It's fine," you insisted softly, "really. I'd rather just not worry about it at all. It is what it is; he broke up with me and that's it."

"Babe-"

"Seriously," you took her hand and squeezed it gently, "let's just go and have fun."

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One of the many wonderful things about Eddie was that he didn’t really care what anyone thought of him. Even as a world famous rockstar, he couldn’t really be bothered to worry about that. So he didn’t worry about the way he looked around the crowd, blatantly obvious as he scanned the sea of people for you. Unabashed and unashamed as ever. 

Just when he’d almost given up, he found you. Clear across the room, looking stunning as ever and sitting among your friends. He knew them all and he knew that you wouldn’t be anyone’s date, not like that anyway, and that served to put him at ease. A silly, dopey little smile tugged up the corner of his mouth. 

But then he remembered - you weren’t his. Not anymore and more than likely never again. 

“You gonna keep staring all night?” Eddie’s cheeks pinked as he turned his gaze away and back to Jeff, “you couldn’t be anymore obvious!”

“Shut up,” Eddie hissed as he shifted in his seat so he couldn’t look at you as easily, “it was just one look.”

“Mhmm,” he raised an eyebrow and pulled up his phone, showing Eddie a few articles that had already popped up. All about the two of you - speculation that this meant that the two of you were back together or fans attempting to manifest it, “you’re only going to make it worse.”

Eddie folded his arms across his chest and shrugged, “it’ll be fine. Let’s just hope this night goes fast.”

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A few hours had passed, in relative ease and peace, and you were relieved to know that it was almost over. Then you could go home, have a hot bath with a glass of wine, and get some much needed sleep. 

But then the award that Eddie’s band was nominated for was announced. You listened to the announcer rattle off the nominees, heart beating wildly in your chest as you hoped that he didn’t win. It was so incredibly selfish, you knew that much, but it was just all too much at once. 

Corroded Coffin won, which didn’t really didn’t come as a surprise to you or anyone else. It was a well deserved and hard fought win, and you knew it should have been them. You clapped along with everyone around you, watching the stage closely as the guys walked on, with Eddie coming up last. Suddenly it seemed like he was the only one in the room and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He looked good, but worst of all he still looked just like Eddie. 

He hung back as the rest of the band all spoke, but you could see him scanning the crowd. When it was finally his turn, he laughed nervously before looking out into the audience and somehow managing to find you. His eyes looked with yours as a small gasp escaped your lips. You knew that he was aware that he was staring right at you. A smile spread on his face, easy and soft just like the one he’d blessed you with so many times. Despite everything that had happened you couldn’t help but smile back at him. 

It didn’t matter what he was saying, you were only vaguely away of it, the moment was all that mattered. People scattered throughout the audience seemed to catch onto what was happening; you could hear them tittering about and looking at you and back at Eddie. It made your face warm up but none of that mattered. The moment belonged solely to you and Eddie. 

Unfortunately it was over much too soon for your liking and the boys were herded off stage. You turned your attention back to the table and you could feel the silent questions being thrown your way. Ignoring them all you grabbed your glasses and chugged down the rest of the champagne. 

What a series of unfortunate, or perhaps fortunate, events.

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After it was all said and done and you were ready to head home, insisting on taking a cab so and skipping the afterparty, much to Angelica’s dismay, you made your way out of the building, heels in hand. It was quiet here and allowed you a few moments to breathe and absorb all that happened. 

Then you heard your name being called out. Urgently and loudly, in a voice you’d heard so many times before. You had two options - keep walking and pretend you hadn’t heard or didn’t care, or face him. You knew which one you wanted, long before the opportunity had even presented itself. 

You turned around and found Eddie running towards you, his curls bouncing wildly. He didn’t stop until he was right in front of you, attempting to catch his breath. 

“Eddie?” your voice was small, so soft he almost didn’t hear it. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, “what are you doing here?”

“You,” he said softly as your expression turned doe-eyed; that look always made him look weak in the knees, “miss you - had to see you.”

“You missed me?” he nodded, taking a last gasping breath before straightening up and looked at you.Your brain felt like it was turning to much as you tried to process everything taht was going, “what do you mean?”

“I fucked up,” he shrugged and threw up his arms in exasperation. He was so mad at himself for ever letting you go, “I fucked up and I lost and I just…I really fucking miss you.”

“Eddie, you’re the one that broke up with me,” you blinked back tears as he ran a hand through his messy curls, “but now you miss me?”

“I should never have broken up with you,” he shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping those plush lips you so desperately missed kissing, “biggest mistake ever.”

“Then why did you?”

“I…I thought I was doing the right thing,” he explained, “I thought I was going enough for you and with things really taking off with the band, it felt like I didn’t have enough time for you and didn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated. It seemed like the right thing at the time. I figured that maybe you would fine someone that deserves you but honestly, I really hate the fucking idea of anyone else having you.”

“Oh. Oh,” the realization crashed over you like ice cold waves, “well, I admit the idea behind breaking up with me was admirable, but deciding how I felt wasn’t exactly your choice. I never thought you weren’t good enough or didn’t give me enough of you. Eddie, I was so in love with you, nothing else mattered. We could have figured things out together - we always have. I never wanted anyone else, and no one even crossed my mind. Even now, almost a year later.”

“Really?” he choked on his question, feeling his own eyes start to burn with tears.

“Yeah,” you promised him, reaching over to give his arm a gentle squeeze, “it’s getting late. I should head home.”

“Ba - wait-”

“It was good to see you,” and you meant it. It was good to see him, and hear him out, and maybe it would serve as a bit of closure. You tried to walk away, but he held onto your hand and gently kept you from walking away, “Eddie?”

“Wait, just,” he stammered as he tried to format even a coherent sentence, “I-I love you. I’m still in love with you, I never stopped. Fuck, I don’t ever want anyone else. No one, just you.”

“Eddie-”

“Give me another chance,” those words made your mouth drop open as you blinked at him a few times, “please. I’ll do anything, just…don’t walk away. I don’t deserve another chance, and I’m an asshole, I know that. But please…one chance is all I’m asking for. I don’t think that this is the end of our story, I think that we’re-”

You caught him by surprise, cutting off his rambling by taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his. It was the first time you’d kissed him in so long, but it still felt so right, so magically wonderful. His large, warm hands settled on your waist as he pulled you into him and continued to kiss you deeply. 

Neither of you were willing to break apart until you were both left dizzied and breathless. He pressed his forehead to yours, a smile dancing on his lips as you exchanged soft chuckles. 

“You’re an idiot, Eddie Munson,” you whispered before pressing a kiss to his lips, “but you’re my idiot. And I think you’re right…”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve never thought about anyone else but you either,” that made his entire face light up with happiness, “and I think you and I have a very long story ahead of us.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yes,” you promised, “you’re it for me, rockstar. You always have been and will be.”

“Baby,” he let out a slow breath, feeling like he was able to properly breathe for the first time in a long time. He took your face and peppering it in kisses, causing you to giggle at the ticklish sensation, “let me take you on a date. Let’s go right now.”

“It’s almost one in the morning-” 

“And our favorite diner is open 24/7,” and yeah. You were in love with this fool, “and I don’t know about you but I’m starving. The little bits of fancy food they served were definitely not enough. Whaddaya say?”

“Let’s go,” you moved to slip your heels back on but Eddie stopped. He kneeled down and motioned for you to get on his back; you laughed but did so nonetheless, climbing onto his back as he held onto your heels. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder before closing your eyes and inhaling his familiar scent, “I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you too, baby. So fuckin’ much.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #rockstar!eddie #joseph quinn #st

[v3nusxsky]

Hello :) love your stories and you whole blog, I spend so much time on here 🤭

I have a request for a story about Dom Larissa and sub reader, where reader wants to try new things in the bedroom ( maybe some buttplay or something like that) and is very insecure about it, but Larissa is all comforting and is all in to try new things, in the end they do all the smutty things but comfort each other and the aftercare ist fully as hell :)

If you are not up for that, it’s totally fine :) thank you for all you Stories anyways and have a nice day 🥰

Let’s try something new 18+

*Authors note~ we seem to love the smut around here guys and I'm sorry darling I took some creative liberties here, changing the new act they try. I hope that's okay.

Trigger warnings~ dom l sub r, somnophillia shifted dick, fluffy after care slight fingering, dirty talk pure filth ;) daddy kink breeding kink

Prompt~see ask^^^

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You and Larissa had always been fairly open about your needs and desires in the bedroom. And surprisingly to most, the principal was incredibly kinky. Not that you minded, you remember how shy she was about telling you some of her kinks, but you shared some of your and the conversation just flew. Soon enough you'd created a list of things you could try with one an other. As of now neither of you had got any braver to do any more than what was considered typical lesbian sex.

You couldn't help the dreams you had of your girlfriend, purely steamy and so fucking hot that you'd given up wearing underwear to bed. What's the point of wearing them when you knew you'd soak them as soon as you entered your dreamlike state. Larissa knew this of course, she'd questioned you one night on the lack of sleepwear. You blushed through your explanation, unknowingly inspiring the perfect plan to try one of her desires.

This one particular night, you were having one of the best dreams your mind could concoct, your thighs drenched to indicate just how much you enjoyed it. Larissa was unable to sleep when the scent of your slick caught her attention. The perfect opportunity. Larissa slid down the bed, underneath the covers silently thanking all the gods above, that you liked to sleep on your back. Gently, Larissa managed to cox you into spreading your gorgeous thighs and exposing your soaked pussy to her.

With a quick peak to see you still sleeping soundly, completely unaware of what she was about to do, the blonde brought her fingers to tease your folds. She had to bite back a moan at just how slick you were, clearly you were enjoying your dream very much and she couldn't help but wonder if it was the one where she had a shifted cock again. Carefully, she brought her lips to kiss at your thighs before finally bringing her tongue to your slit. As if you knew, you let out a whimper which caused the older woman to moan against your cunt before bringing her lips to your bundle of nerves to suck.

"Mmmm" sleepy moans tumbling from your lips as she lapped at your cunt, sleep slowly leaving your body from what you thought was a very realistic dream. "Isa?" You whimpered only to be cut off by a moan as she slipped her tongue into your fluttering walls. "Oh fuck daddy" you mewled bringing your hands down to her hair. "Oh god" you whined as you felt her mouth move, being replaced by two long slender fingers. "Oh fuck me daddy" you whimpered.

"Oh love, you're so wet. Dirty girl, getting soaked by daddy using you while you sleep hmm" she taunted you while her fingers worked in and out of your core, curling to hit that special spot inside you. "Daddy please!" You whined getting closer to the edge of your climax. "Such a dirty girl for me baby, go on cum all over my fingers like a good little whore" she demanded, eyes drawn to your cunt greedily dragging her fingers deeper inside it as you came. "Good girl baby, you're such a good girl for daddy aren't you?" She purred as you whimpered and nodded in response, coming down from your high.

Larissa emerged from below the blankets with your cum dripping from her chin and the biggest shit eating grin known to man. Knowing you'd enjoyed one of her kinks as much as she did was truly magical. "Are you okay darling" she murmured kissing you gently, letting you taste yourself on her tongue."mm good Isa, love it" you murmured the sleep still thick in your voice. "You can go back to sleep now darling, daddy just couldn't help herself, you're so irresistible."  Sleep was the last thing on your mind right now, knowing your girlfriend would have so much more in her, you pulled her body down to yours and kissed her hard enough to make her toes curl.

Somehow during your kiss, you missed your girlfriend shifting her pussy into a cock. Only when you felt the odd sensation of a bulge poking your thigh did you realise. "Oh daddy fuck. Really? Can we oh fuck" you moaned happily, this happened to be one of the things you wanted to try. You often wondered how she'd look, what size she'd be, would she shift with balls too? The possibilities were endless and you couldn't help but crave the answers.

"Gonna be good baby? Gonna take it all for me? Let me stuff it in that tight cunt ?" She murmured against your neck while she peppered it with kisses and bites. "So good please. Wanted it for so long" you whined trying to reach between your body's to grasp a hold of it. "Greedy slut for daddy. You can't even wait for it" she tutted at you before reaching down to line up with your slit. "Please daddy please please please" you whined, looking up at her with your biggest puppy dog eyes. "Didn't even need to tell you to beg, such a good little slut deserves a good dicking down by daddy" she purred before gently slipping int your tight cunt. Your walls stretching to fit her in.

"Oh fuck baby! You're so warm wet and tight. Practically suffocating my cock. Such a whore for it" she moaned while your adjusted to her size. A few stray tears falling at the sting. "Oh baby I promise it will feel really good soon darling, you're doing so sp well for daddy. Daddy's best girl" she praised while wiping the falling tears.

Only when you bucked up against the older woman, feeling her balls deep into your aching pussy did she start to move. "Oh fuck me! I can barely move your that tight darling. Oh god I won't last long if you keep squeezing me like that" she moaned as she found her rhythm. "Daddy feels so good" you whimpered. "Oh baby daddy's gonna fill you up with her cum, gonna make you take it all. Make you my breeding bitch! God you'd look so perfect all round with my baby" she taunted you loving how you couldn't even form words anymore, just a puddle of whimpers and sounds. "Gonna cum baby. Cum with daddy. Don't you dare waste it" she moaned bringing one hand down to circle your clit.

You came first, squeezing her dick for all its worth, Larissa a few seconds after, shooting thick warm spurts of cum into your fluttering core. "That's it take it baby! Take it" she moaned as her thrusts began to slow in order to work you both down. "Daddy don't take it out" you whined in protest feeling it slip out slightly. "Dirty girl, daddy's gotta take it out baby, it's late you need sleep" she murmured before gently removing herself from your cunt.

On shaky legs the older woman made her way to grab some water, a chocolate bar and a washcloth before returning to the bedroom. "Gonna clean up darling" she whispered giving you a sweet kiss before setting out at the task at hand. When she'd finished she immediately came to hold you. "You did so so well darling, I'm so proud" she murmured offering you the water and chocolate to which you took. A few sips and nibbles were had before you felt tears trailing down your cheeks. "Isa?" You whimpered confused. "Oh darling it's okay! Come here baby, you're okay and you're safe. You did amazingly baby. So so good. You just let it all out. I'm here" she reassured as you worked through the emotions of coming back from ecstasy. "Didn't want fuzzy go way" you whimpered cuddling into the older woman. "I know darling, daddy will give it to you again soon okay?" She murmured kissing your forehead. "Love it so much" you whimpered yawning into her neck. "Well then darling, we will have to do it all again soon hmm?" To which you nodded and drifted off to sleep nuzzling into her neck as she held you, before joining you in your slumber.

Word count 1534

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[fastandtheformula1]

Hi, Ro! First of all let me claim this 🐻 emoji can I? since I'm your anon fans haha. But it's true bcs I really adore your writing, they always made my day so thanks!

Sooo, I'd like to request an Ollie oneshot or imagine. I've my own prompt and plot if you're okay with it. Here is mine:

Ollie had been dating Y/N for couple of years but they kept it a secret from everyone. One day Ollie was doing a stream with his fans, he told Y/N about it and she planned to stay in the room so that she wouldn't be in the spotlight while Ollie was streaming. However, Y/N accidentally went to the room where Ollie was streaming bcs she couldn't find her stuff and the fans saw Y/N, then they started asking who Y/N was. Y/N tried to cover up about who she was bcs she worried Ollie would be mad, but Ollie did the opposite.

Ollie invited her to join the stream and did a go public. Y/N was scared bcs she was just a very ordinary british girl, she was just a nerd when most drivers tend to date someone famous, also everything was too sudden, she was afraid that Ollie's fans wouldn't like the idea of their fav driver already had a partner but Ollie comforted her, and they read those messages from the fans admired her beauty even supported their relationship. Maybe there's cute part when both of them answered some of fans questions about them.

Some prompt from me if you wanna use:

"She may look ordinary but I love her a lot, like a looooot. Also, my girl is bloody smart, soon to be my engineer!"

"See? They say you are beautiful! I know right?!"

"I love her bcs she makes the best smoothies in the world."

SORRY BCS IT'S VERY LONG BUT I JUST WANT TO WRITE WHAT'S IN MY HEAD BUT THE REST IS UP TO YOU. Thank youuu x

-anon🐻

Ollie Bearman- Why

a/n: first thank you so much that’s so sweet of you 🥹🥰 and yes ofc you can take that emoji! okay I LOVE the idea of secretive/protective bf Ollie! not that he doesn’t want to show you off, he 100% does, but he just doesn’t want the press to invade your personal space, etc. also I’m thinking childhoodfriend!reader… hope this is okay!

pairing: ollie bearman x childhoodfriend!reader

summary: you accidentally join ollie's stream causing you guys to go public with your relationship.

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,239

not my gif!

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You and Ollie had been keeping your relationship secret for a while. You’d known Ollie your entire life, him being the perfect boy-next-door when you moved to Essex for your dad’s job. It was hard for you to adapt to your new school and environment, so you were always at Ollie’s house. He’d always been friendly and kind, and overall was a great person. 

The few times you were out in public with Ollie after he got into F2, a few people noticed him and asked you to take their picture with him. It never bothered you; you were always happy that people recognized him for his hard work. 

People remembered you as that one girl Ollie hangs out with. They saw glimpses of you, but no one knew that you two were together. You two had been dating for 2 and a half years, and things couldn’t be going better. You’d moved in together a few months ago, and were talking about getting engaged; he even suggested starting to look for rings. 

“I’m gonna start streaming in like half an hour, okay?” “Okay.”  “Okay. I love you.”  “I love you too.”

Now you were sitting on you and Ollie’s couch, waiting for his livestream to be over. He told you that he’d be about an hour, which was normal for one of his streams. When he isolated himself into his room, you cleaned up a few things around the house, enjoying the quiet and peacefulness that echoed through the house. Ollie was always energetic and lively, but you needed some quiet time. Unfortunately without him, you were getting bored now. His livestream had gone on an extra twenty minutes longer than he said it would be. 

Over the course of a few months, you’d picked up the hobby of crocheting. You had made little dinosaurs and flowers and gave them to your friends. Your current project was a brown teddy bear since Ollie’s birthday was coming up, but you couldn’t find it. You tore apart your room looking for it. It took you months to get the little feet right, and its hands. Then it hit you

You probably left it in Ollie’s room since he wanted you to stay with him last night. 

“Baby please stay. You’re warm.”  “You’re gonna fall asleep.” You chuckled.  “That’s the point. Please, princess?” “Fine. Only ‘cause you’re cute when you’re needy.”

After he nodded off, you sneaked out of his room and grabbed his gift and sat in his desk chair, watching him sleep as you crocheted.

You looked around the floor, scanning for the half finished teddy bear. “Babe, have you seen my-” 

“Y/N-”

“I swear it was right here.” You looked at Ollie who had wide eyes and a worried expression on his face, gesturing with his eyes towards the camera. He got up, trying to block your face from the camera. 

“Oh crap.”

You glanced towards the screen, seeing the comments blowing up. 

who is that?? 

is that his gf? 

wait she looks familiar!!!

You rushed out of the room, swearing at yourself. You guys had been so careful about your relationship for the past few years, and now you’d gone and ruined it. You started pacing into the hallway, eventually ending up in the living room. 

Oh shit. Oh shit. What had you just done? Ollie would be forever mad at you. You heard Ollie quickly excuse himself from the livestream, hearing his footsteps coming closer and closer. Oh god. You started to panic, your breathing becoming faster and your chest feeling heavy. 

“Love?”

You only groaned in response. 

“Hey. It’s okay.” 

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Ol. Shit.”

“Y/N,” He sat down next to you, putting his arm around you. “Oh my god. Oh my god.”

“Y/N,” His voice was soothing and reassuring. “Just breathe, baby. It’s alright.”

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m so sorry,” He pulled you into his chest, stroking your hair.

“Shh. It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.”

~ 

It’d been about a week since the incident, you and Ollie laying low for the first few days, then slowly getting back on social media. Ollie had reassured you that everything was going to be okay, which it was. After it wasn’t a sore subject anymore, he suggested a Q&A so people would get to know you a little better. To his surprise, you said yes. So here you were, sat in front of his camera.

“Hey guys! This is my girlfriend, Y/N. Today we’ll be answering some of your guys’ questions.” He turned to you and wrapped  his arm around you, giving you some support. 

“Hi.” You’d felt a little anxious, since you never had been much of a vlogger or a YouTuber, so it was all new territory for you. You started reading the comments to yourself, and to your surprise they were actually really nice. You’d heard horror stories of drivers’ girlfriends getting death threats and whatnot. 

Wait she’s actually really pretty

Aww they’re so cute!!!! 🥰🥰

#imgonnabealoneforever

I love your hair!!!

The way he looks at herrrrrrr. God 😭🥹

If he looked at me like that i’d melt on the spot ngl 

You giggled at some of the comments, letting Ollie take the reins as he answered questions about him in the Ferrari Academy. You got more comfortable as you listened to him talk about driving, as some of the questions veered towards your guys’ relationship.

how long have you guys known each other?

First date storytime!!!! please!!!!

One question in particular caught your eye: Why did you hide your relationship for so long? 

“Honestly, it was Ollie,” You answered honestly. “Guess he didn’t want me revealing his deepest darkest secrets during parties and events. I get chatty when I’m nervous,” You explained.

“No,” He said, hugging you closer to him. “Just didn’t want the press getting to you, love.” He placed a kiss on your temple

do you have a job/career? If so what is it??? <3

“Oh, well actually, I’m in school right now, but I’m aiming to be an engineer.” 

“My smart girl!” He said, pinching your cheek. 

“Ow.” You said, swatting his hand away. You chuckled at him, smiling at him.

You both answered a few more questions, laughing and making fun of each other until you both stopped and read the same one:

just curious, r u guys thinking long term? I love u guys btw!!!

“Oh, um,” You looked over at Ollie, seeing how he was going to answer the question. He did the same. 

“I think so. I really like her, so-”

“Actually, I kinda hate you, baby. I forgot to tell you.” You joked.

You guys said good-bye to the fans and ended the livestream and decided to watch a movie. 

~ 

You were laying with Ollie on the couch. For some reason you’d still felt guilty about what happened. 

“You okay? You’re so tense all of a sudden.”

“I’m sorry about the whole livestream situation, honey,” The words came out on their own. “I know you didn’t want our relationship to come out like that.” You said, looking up at him. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay my love. I know it was an accident. No need to apologize,” He leaned forward and kissed you on the forehead.

You looked back at the screen, feeling the stress leaving your body.

“Honey?”

“Hmm?”

“What were you looking for, anyway?”

“Oh, um, you’ll find out soon enough."

#fanfiction #formual 1 #formula 2 #ollie bearman #oliver bearman #ferarri #formula one #prema racing #ferrari academy #carlos sainz f1 #charles leclerc #arthurleclerc

[panda-writes-kpop]

hello! I'm not sure if you're busy or not but if you have the time could i be able to request dreamcatcher reacting to the 8th member wanting to have a pet but is unfortunately allergic? thank you in advance and i hope you have a wonderful day!

Dreamcatcher ~ Reaction to S/O Being Allergic to Animals

a/n: hi anon!! ty for the request 🫶 i modified it slightly since i don't typically write for nth member reader, so i hope this is okay. also, i am well-aware that allergies can transpire in different ways, so I went off my own experience with allergies. thank you again for the request, i enjoyed writing it. 🥰

tw: reader has allergies, pets are mentioned

♡ Masterlist ♡

Prompt: When you’re out and about with your girlfriend, you decide to go window shopping with her. As you slowly walk past some of the stores, she stops and stares inside of a pet store. You can feel your nerves rising as she convinces you to go inside, and you reluctantly agree. Your allergies can’t be that bad, right?

You’re fine for five seconds, until she opens the door and you immediately start sneezing. Well, the cat’s out of the bag… literally and figuratively.

“Are you alright, honey?”

She’s immediately tending to you as you keep sneezing uncontrollably. Rubbing your back, scrambling to find tissues in her pockets, and then realizing what had set off this sneezing attack - the pet store.

Once she realizes, you’re immediately pushed out of the store with her close behind. JiU sits next to you on a park bench while your allergies start to get under control.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” is the first thing she asks before you attempt to answer with a sniffly nose.

JiU feels awful, and she babies you for the rest of the day with lots of food, clothing, and love. She also does a small test, later in the week, to see if you’re fine around Cherry or not.

Her head whips around as mother SuA mode is activated.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were allergic to pets?” She softly hisses before corralling you outside. She’s not mad mad, but she’s highly concerned for your health at the moment.

Will lecture you about not telling her and then letting her drag you into a pet store on top of it - you could’ve gotten seriously sick!

After she’s done ranting, she clings to your side for the rest of the day as you go about your business together.

When you go to a restaurant to eat, she takes the embarrassing liberty of buying you soup and feeding it to you because “my baby needs to feel better!”

Siyeon simply walks around the pet store, assuming that your sneezes are coming from one of the pets or the workers.

She only realizes something is wrong when she makes eye contact with you outside of the store. Wait, weren’t you in here with her? She then quickly checks out before checking on you.

“Is everything okay? Do you need something to eat or drink?”

You quickly reassure her that you’re fine and you explain your pet allergy to her. She laughs as you grab her hand and walk down the street together.

“You could’ve told me, babe. I wouldn’t have made you go in there if I knew better.” 

Siyeon makes a mental note of this and does her best to keep your allergy in mind for the future.

She turns around with a raised eyebrow and a funny quip resting on her tongue, but seeing you in absolute misery has her reaching to comfort you before she says anything else.

“You can wait outside for me, love. I’ll only be here for a few minutes.”

You nod in-between sneezes before waiting outside for her. When she comes back out, you notice that she has some tissues in her hand as well.

“Here, take these. I don’t want you sneezing all over me.” She jokes as you crack a smile before joining her to enjoy the rest of the afternoon together.

When you see Nannan in a video call, Handong sets a box of tissues next to you, which causes you to roll your eyes. She’s a comedian, after all.

“You didn’t tell me you were allergic to pets!” She accusingly says before lightly smacking your shoulder.

She insists you wait outside as she shops for Pie. You do your best to nurse yourself back to health as she checks out and joins you outside.

“Do you feel better?” She softly asks, taking on a much sweeter tone than before. You nod as she smiles and drags you ahead.

“C’mon, we’ve got a lot more places to visit, babe!”

It’s water under the bridge for her, but she keeps your allergy in mind when you visit Pie. If needed, she’ll buy you allergy medicine so you can stay with Pie as long as you want.

The door to the store immediately shuts as she places a gentle hand on your face.

“Are you alright, dear?”

You’d normally lie in this scenario, having a pet allergy is embarrassing enough and you don’t want to ruin anyone’s plan, but Dami’s staring directly into your soul. She’d know if you are lying, so what’s the use in it?

You tell her about your pet allergy as you walk down the street together, far away from the store. She occasionally interrupts you to ask questions or to make sure you’re feeling better, but you find that she’s understanding and sweet about everything.

If anything, Dami wishes that you had told her sooner so you wouldn’t have been in this scenario. Now, she’s going to be cautious going forward - she immediately washes any of her clothes that have touched animals, and if her pet-owning friends are over with pets, you can bet that she’s deep cleaning that space before you even step foot in the door.

Her hand goes right around your waist before guiding you back outside.

You’re embarrassed as you explain to her what has happened, but she’s quick to reassure you that everything is okay.

“I won’t judge you, babe. If it makes you feel better, I’m afraid of dogs!”

She confesses that her friend was working there, and she just wanted to visit them. You tell her that it was an honest mistake, and she didn’t know you were allergic.

You find yourself comforting her because she feels terrible for triggering your allergies. So, you decide to visit a coffee shop and treat yourselves to a few sweets and drinks to get your mind off of things. It works, and she’s back to herself in no time.

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[sagesolsticewrites]

Hi!!

May I request Valentines Day prompts for Rooster or Iceman(if you write for him)

Spoken: #5

Actions: #4

super excited to see what you do with my prompt list!! 🫶💜

omg hi!! Your prompt list is so cute, thank you so much for requesting! I had the best time writing this 🥹🥰 I went with Rooster, as I don’t feel super confident writing for Ice just yet 🤍

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Requests are open ☺️ feel free to check out some of my favorite prompt lists in my pinned post, or check the tag “Sage’s Valentines” for some special Valentine’s Day prompts <3

5. "You're the most amazing boyfriend-",

"Actually, it's pronounced fiancé. Will you marry me?"

4. Bringing Breakfast in Bed

French Toast & Freesias

Bradley carefully flipped the final piece of French toast, letting out a sigh of relief when it turned out a perfect golden brown. Satisfied, he turned his attention to the coffee, pouring it into your favorite mug — one decorated with fighter jets that he’d gotten you for your last birthday — and adding cream with a practiced motion. Moving as quietly as he could, he prepared a plate and looked over his handiwork with a proud smile. Fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, French toast made with his mom’s recipe… all your favorites. The finishing touches were the strawberries he had arranged into little hearts, placed delicately around the French toast, and a vase with a single, perfect rose flanked by a few fragrant freesias.

It was all perfect. A perfect breakfast in bed for the perfect Valentine’s Day.

At least, he hoped.

Touching the velvet box in his pocket one last time, he took a deep breath, checked the time — yes, you’d probably be awake and scrolling already — and carried the tray to your room.

“Sweetheart?” He called softly as he entered, balancing the tray on one arm.

Something like pure sunlight flowed through him at the sight: you in one of his t-shirts, hair delightfully mussed, turning towards him with a sleepy, contented smile.

“Good morning,” you sighed, stretching like a cat in the sun as you sit up, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, my love,” Bradley grinned as he approached, placing the tray delicately over your lap.

“Roo…” Your smile widened as you took in the spread, making note of all the little details that you still couldn’t believe he remembered: you fell in love with Carole’s French toast recipe the first time he made it for you after a night of one-too-many drinks; the way he teases you about how your coffee ends up being more creamer than coffee has become a running joke over the course of your relationship; you told him about your love of freesias as you wandered around a botanical garden in your hometown the first time he met your parents. It wasn’t just because you loved the scent, you told him, but because they symbolized trust, loyalty, and friendship: all things that you valued as the foundation of a relationship.

“This is…”

You were nearly speechless.

“It’s okay, right?” Bradley asked as he moved to sit next to you, your silence worrying him slightly, “I know I kinda overcooked the eggs, but—”

You cut him off with a kiss, and Bradley melted.

“It’s perfect,” you assured him, returning your gaze to the tray.

He slipped his hand into his pocket to run over the sleek velvet box, taking a moment to prepare himself while you were distracted.

“You’re the most amazing boyfriend—”

“Actually—” Bradley cut you off gently, the velvet box held out to you near the corner of the tray, “It’s pronounced fiancé.” His lips quirked up into a smile before his expression softened as he prepared to say the four words that would change his life forever.

“Will you marry me?”

Your hands flew to your mouth in an attempt to stifle your gasp.

“I—”

His smile dimmed just the slightest bit waiting for your reply until moved the tray to the other side of the bed, freeing you to fling your arms around him as you cried, “Yes!”

You pulled away just enough that your noses brushed. Bradley felt your grin against his lips as you whispered “I would love to be your wife, Bradley Bradshaw.”

The two of you eventually separated, and you finally got a good look at the ring— the ring that you now realized looked incredibly familiar.

“Is that—?”

“I promised her I’d give it to my best friend,” Bradley said, smiling fondly at the topaz ring that once belonged to Carole Bradshaw before returning his gaze to you, “And I have.”

You ran your thumb over the bright blue gem resting on your ring finger, suddenly overcome with emotion.

“I love you, Roo,” you said softly, your voice thick.

“I love you more.”

He pulls you in for another tender kiss— just one of the many you share that day between bites of Carole Bradshaw’s French toast, the scent of freesias hanging in the air and a topaz glittering on your finger.

Tagging a couple friends! @austin-butlers-gf @mpmarypoppins @dontbesussis @sassy-ahsoka-tano

#if anyone’s wondering about the topaz thing #I couldn’t find anything about when carole’s bday might have been so I just went with Meg Ryan #her bday is in November and the November birthstone is topaz <3 #top gun maverick x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #Sage’s Valentines #my writing #top gun maverick #top gun maverick blurb #top gun writing #top gun fic #top gun blurb #kcloveswrestling

[winterrrnight]

my love, congrats on 100 followers 🥰💖. you deserve this so freaking much and i can’t wait to see what other stuff you create.

i would like to request out of the before the coffee gets cold event: number 13 and drew

thank you sooo much anna <3 you've given such a continuous support to all my stuff, it means the whole world to me 🫶🏻 I hope you like this and it's up to your expectations <3

moonlight on the beach

PAIRING: drew starkey x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you and drew sit next to each other on the beach as you pour your hearts out.

WARNINGS: smoking, toxic ex, heartbreaks, lmk if I have missed something! Ignore any little grammatical/spelling errors please :)

EDITH SPEAKS: first blurb for my celebration! I have already have so many asks for blurbs, I'm so excited to write tham all 🫶🏻🫶🏻 I really don't have any words on how to thank you all the constant support I've been receiving 🥹

PROMPT REQUESTED: "this sounds like you're flirting with me." ". . . I've been doing that for three years now."

100 followers celebration || navigation

You and Drew are sitting next to each other on the beach, sharing a joint. He passes it to you and you take in a long drag before exhaling the smoke. Your eyes close as you feel the smoke roll off your tongue, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips.

Drew looks at you, the moonlight gleaming on your cheekbones and in your eyes, making them shine brighter. The only sound in the background is of the waves crashing on the ocean. The waves occasionally reach up to your feet, leaving them wet as they retract back.

"I wish I could always feel this free," you say, leaning back on your forearms and tilting your head back. The cool breeze causes goosebumps to rise on your bare arms. You're right; your mind has never felt this relaxed before. It was under a constant stress for the past two years, also the years you spent with the most shitty person one can.

Your previous partner made you feel like they love you, but left you so horribly broken inside. You forgot what it felt like to be carefree, or to have an actual smile on your face instead of the fake ones you had been plastering for way too long.

You finally got the courage to leave them, to spit right in their face that they never actually gave two fucks about you. It definitely wasn't pretty, but all the pain you went through at that moment was worth it, because now they're long gone from your life. You're now on the beach with your best friend Drew, sharing a joint, as the waves make soft ripples and the wind blows in your hair.

What else could you want?

Drew saw you get with them, when all he wanted to be was with you. He's been so in love with you for three years, and the heartbreak he felt is indescribable when you told him you have a new partner.

"Drew, I think, I think I've fallen in love." Is what you told him that day when you both were sitting on the hood of his car at the edge of a cliff and were watching the sunset. For a second, he thought you meant him. His heart could've jumped out of his chest at that moment, but when someone else's name left your lips, an unknown name belonging to an unknown face, his heart shattered in a million pieces.

But now that you aren't with them anymore, Drew knows he needs to take the chance of telling you how he actually feels about you before it's too late.

"You look so beautiful," he murmurs, his eyes which aren't able to get enough of you looking at you. You look like the embodiment of tranquility, as peace graces your thoughts and your soul.

You turn your head to look at Drew, his hair ruffling due to the breeze. You give him a little smile and sit up straighter in the sand.

"So, so beautiful," he continues. "I don't think I've ever known someone who's as pretty as you." He says, his voice reduced to mere whispers.

"This sounds like you're flirting with me," You say, giggles escaping your lips as you softly smack his arm. He looks at you with a deadpanned look on his face.

"I've been doing that for three years now," he says, "you're just noticing?" He has always dropped little compliments to you every single day. It doesn't necessarily have to be a day when you've dressed up for some event. Even when you're in your regular pyjamas, he thinks he's never seen you look more gorgeous, because he fell in love with the real you. Your personality, your soul, the way you speak to him so nicely, the way you're always there for him.

You only laugh harder at him. You've always loved him too, but the idea of you being with him never sat right with you, because you were worried you may never work things out. You've never missed a single compliment of his, there's a part of your brain specially dedicated to remembering the compliments he gives you.

You scoot closer to Drew and let your head rest on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in closer to him, his touch relaxing you immediately. You intertwine one of your hands with his, and softly trace circles on the back of his hand.

"Yes, I've noticed Drew, I've always noticed," you whisper.

His eyes shut close as he leans his head on top of yours, and both of you sit next to each other, watching the moonlight reflect on the water.

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TAGLIST: @runningfrom2am @ragingsammie @maybankslover @totalswag @madelynie @chenslucy @ietss @elle-mp3

#drew starkey #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey fanfiction #drew starkey fic #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey oneshot #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x y/n #written by edith! 🪄 #edith's 100 followers celebration! 🪄

[mimisempai]

Teasing Angel

Summary

It's tough for Crowley to resist when Aziraphale, in need of kisses, has made it his mission to distract him from his reading.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #42: Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

(I took a lot of liberty with the prompt, in fact I forgot it along the way) 

On Ao3

Rating G -  415 words

"Female ducks choose their favorite males to mate with based on their ability to dance. When mating season arrives, a male duck will perform intricate demonstrations to stand a chance of mating with a female. She chooses her favorite based on this performance and the attractiveness of his plumage."

Crowley paused in his reading, disturbed by the moan Aziraphale let out after biting into an Eccles cake.

He glanced at the angel, then resumed his reading.

"Ducks' bills have tactile receptors similar to those on human fingertips and palms that help them find food in murky water. A broken bill can cause excruciating pain, a reality for..."

Crowley had to interrupt his reading again because Aziraphale had just let out the same moan, and it sounded too loud to be natural.

The demon sighed, "Angel..."

His lover turned his head and asked, looking completely innocent, "What?" 

Crowley replied, doing his best not to show his irritation, "Could you make a little less noise when you eat?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "No, that's impossible, these cakes are too scrumptious."

Seeing the look on his lover's face, the demon rolled his eyes, but didn't insist and continued reading, or at least tried to.

"The shape of ducks' eyes enables them to see things near and far simultaneously and clearly. The-"

The moan, much louder than the previous ones, nearly startled the demon this time, causing him to exclaim, "Aziraphale, you're going to stop this right now!"

Looking Crowley straight in the eye, the angel slowly took the next cake before cheekily saying, "Come over here and make me stop.

The demon's resistance was at an end and, dropping his magazine about ducks, he slid across the sofa to Aziraphale before snatching the cake from his hands and placing it back on the plate without looking.

Now, fully aware that this had been Aziraphale's goal all along, he closed the distance between them and crushed his lips to the cheeky angel's in a heated kiss that made the angel moan, but this time for real and for a reason other than the tasty cake.

Much later, when they had caught their breath, snuggled together, the angel said teasingly, "You have to admit, this cake is absolutely delicious."

Crowley grunted and instead of answering, he lifted the angel's chin and captured his lips again, using all his skill to wipe away his lover's victorious expression and prove him that it wasn't just the cake that was delicious.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable kisses series : here

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

Ineffable Growing Love - Series post S2

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #50 kisses

[thequietkid-moonie]

Hey, if you're willing to do another crush prompt, please could you do one for zerofuku? Happy form and misery form if possible?

🍪 🎂 thank you

Zerofuku with a crush

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Shuumatsu no Valkyrie / Records of Ragnarok ]

Of course I am willing to write more with a crush!! I already say it, is one of my favorites prompts!! And I LOVE Zerofuku!! I wont say no when it comes to him 🥰

Zerofuku has been all alone for so much time that he isn't going to lose the opportunity to meet someone new, he has rather excited and friendly from the start of your friendship and he keeps being so excited almost all the time, that is why when he start to develop romantic feelings for you is a difficult for him (or you) to notice it

Zerofuku is pretty naive and innocent so he doesn't understand much of his own feelings, that lead him to be pretty open with them (even when he can feel himself flustered)

Zerofuku has always show a lot of interest in you since the moment he met you, once making sure you are willing to talk with him he start to ask a lot of things about you, when he start to develop romantic feelings he start to ask more personal things about you and even when the time pass he still remember perfectly a lot of details of you, he reminds what you like and what you don't like

When you two aren't together Zerofuku tend to think a lot about you, like wondering what you would doing in that moment and if you are taking proper care of yourself if you two had been separate for too long, as well when he is wandering around the forest, somehow he always finds little things (like flowers or even little animals) that remind him of you or he thinks you will like (and he tell you about it once you two meet again, sometimes he bring you them or drag you to where he found it)

Zerofuku tries to impress you, from time to time, either by his own habilities or by helping you with something you are struguling with. As well, he loves when you compliment him, it gives him a sweet feeling of excitment that he can't explain but loves it

Zerofuku has always been friendly but once he develop romantic feelings he start being more clingy and affectionate, he doesn't quite understand why he feels the need and desire to be around you and touch you but he just brush it off as you two being really good friends

Zerofuku is always looking after your well-being, even as a friend but now it seems more important for him, he has an strange feeling and desire to be able to take care of you so you two could spend more and more time together. As well, he loves when you show worry for him, even a little, he is always selfless and do everything from the bottom of his heart but he can't stop himself from feeling really flustered everytime you are worried for him

Whenever Zerofuku feel jealous he is still pretty innocent and selfless, is rare for him to feel jealousy but when he does he is quickly to brush off the thought, saying to himself that you are free to be with whoever you want and that he is just happy to see you happy (what is true)

For Zerofuku will take a long time to realice that what he feels is a romantic atraction and that he will love to be in a relationship with you, and when he does notice it he becomes a flustered mess in a second. When he finally manage to calm down and think properly he decide to just enjoy the experience of being in love (as flustering and shameful it can be), he will he overjoyed if you like him back in that way but if not it isn't a problem for him, he just hope you two can continue being friends

If you like someone else Zerofuku will feel a little sad at first, but he cheerish for your happiness so he will be supporting you nonetheless. If you ask him for help with the one you love he will feel anxious about it but won't be able to deny you at the end, he isn't the best when it comes to romance but will try his best for you

After he was transformed and consumed by all the pain and hate he hold for everything it happened Zerofuku becomes selfish and crabby, he doesn't want to see anyone again

Being able to get close to him won't be easy since right now Zerofuku holds nothing more than hate and sadness (even if you two had already met before he transformed it would be difficult, but not as how it would be by meeting for the first time), even so he won't be able to bring himself to completely push you away because he doesn't like to hurt the innocents. At the end your persistence will work because, after all your hard work Zerofuku let you be near him and even develop romantic feelings for you

Zerofuku notice the change on the way he sees you almost immediatly (even if he doesn't reconize his feelings as romantic) but for a long time he tries to deny it, he deny their existance to himself (even if were just platonic), he doesn't want to feel vulnerable with someone ever again, but even when he deny it he can't stop himself from wanting to close to you

Zerofuku becomes quite clingy towards you, your presence alone make him feel at least a little peace and even joy so he want to keep you as close as posible, when you aren't the one who get close to him and follow him Zerofuku is the one following you around and keeping you close with whatever excuse he can come up with

He doesn't just like being close to you he likes to have little touches from time to time, Zerofuku doesn't trust anyone anymore but now that he is in love with you is because he knows that you are completely trust worthy and he shows it by letting you touch him and touching you, like being physicaly close to you, holding your hand or small innocent touches (and don't pushing you away like at first)

Zerofuku grows quite possessive and protective too, he had the misfortune to experience the worst part of humanity and he doesn't want for you to suffer from that too, so he opt for protecting you himself from all bad that can hurt you (specially if you had already suffer from others in the past), as well Zerofuku tent to think that he is the only one able to protect you that is when he shows his possessiveness since he insist on being the only one worthy of trust (he will calm down a little if is something that you don't like or even if is bringing you troubles)

Zerofuku doesn't want to lose you, so he is constantly looking after your well-being, both physicaly and mentally, he doesn't like showing his worries directly so he does indirectly by bringing you things that could help you with your health or that he thinks it would cheer you up (if you point it out he will be completely flustered but won't try to deny it, unless you start teasing him, in that case he will complain and say that if you will act like that he won't do it again but that is a lie, he will do it a thousand times more)

Zerofuku will really like if you like him back, but if that isn't the case he prefers that you never get to know his feelings, not wanting to suffer for a heartbreaking again, in the case that you actually like him back he will be ecstatic (like if he never thought this would happen)

If you like someone else Zerofuku will be really hurt, he will feel betrayed for a while but at the end he understand that he can't blame you for it so he just continue and deal with it, he is obviously more irritated (specially when you talk or had been with the one you love) but he will never say it out loud. If you start a relasionship with someone else it would make him feel even worst so at the end he just go away (slowly so it doesn't see too evident, until he can't take it more)

#shuumatsu no valkyrie #records of ragnarok #snv #snv x reader #ror #ror x reader #snv zerofuku #snv zerofuku x reader #ror zerofuku #ror zerofuku x reader #zerofuku x reader #x reader #x gn reader #anime x reader #manga x reader

[moodymisty]

Wow! Congrats on 1k followers!! Your writing is always a delight. 🥰

For your event, may I request Tech x F!reader with the prompt "You really want me?"

Thank you! I hope you have a great day. ❤️

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Author's Note: Awww thank you! I'm glad you enjoy my writing! and techtechtechtechtechtech

Relationships: Tech/Gn!Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff and confessions of love

"So, I have to ask..."

Echo's voice perks up your ears, as sits beside you. His glass is in his hands but he hasn't taken a sip yet, at least that you've noticed.

79's is relatively barren tonight, at least by the normal standards; Though it's still quite loud and packed with enough clones that traversal through the bar is for sure going to end up with you bumping into a few shoulders.

"Did you show Tech some new book or something?" He's not here tonight, having neglected coming out for drinks because of some important worked he wanted to finish, and had insisted you all go on without him. it's not incredibly unusual; This sort of scene isn't his type.

You think on Echo's question for a moment, pursing your lips as you look off in no particular direction trying to recall. Once you do, it's such a brief moment that you don't really think that it would be anything of note.

"Um, I mean I mentioned something not too long ago?" Echo leans back against the seat, an arm over the back behind your head.

"Ok, because he's not shut up about whatever it was for at least a week now. He's been researching it nonstop." That sentence makes you surprised, but also it's impossible to contain a smile at the thought of him doing something like that when you aren't around. It's, endearing. Not too often do you find someone who enjoys you enough that they try to enjoy the things you do. You love watching Tech tinker, to sometimes catch his tongue just barely poking out between his lips, but it makes your heart flutter a bit to know this new tidbit of info.

"Really? I didn't know he cared that much." Crosshair makes an amused noise.

"Cares? He's obsessed." He gets an odd look from you back, and Hunter seeks to clarify what Crosshair won't.

"The two of you really get along well," He says, and you raise your eyebrows. He can't exactly find the best way to put this so for the sake of his brother and for your own sanity, he'll be blunt.

"Look, we don't wanna shove into your business or anything," Hunter rubs the back of his neck. "But Tech really likes you." It's feels more than a little bit intense being underneath the stare of four eyes, especially considering who they are.

"But he's not gonna say it unless you do first."

Were you really so obvious in your attraction that they were all able to notice? You had hoped you were being at least somewhat subtle.

No point in denying it, you guess. They already have it all figured out.

"So, you want me to just go for it then?" You smile and laugh, expecting it to be taken as a joke. But instead, Hunter nods and agrees with you.

"Go sweep him off his feet."

You're not drunk in the slightest; seeing the outline of the Marauder ahead of you as you walk forward towards it with purpose. It's just that your conversation with the rest of the 99's has pushed you over the edge.

You ended up leaving not long after you'd finished talking, deciding to take the opportunity of Tech being alone. It's not too often you have the chance to do so.

You'll just say how you feel, and damn the consequences. You can't stay in the limbo anymore.

But Tech is just, so hard to read.

You've gotten better at it over time, but sometimes you find yourself wondering. His brothers know him best, and hopefully their encouragement doesn't end with you making an ass of yourself.

You have the codes to unlock the Marauder, bringing down the gangplank so you can head inside. Once you do, it's only takes a quick look to the right to locate Tech, who's situated in the cockpit using Gonky as an extension to his current work table; Which is the control panel. He heard your entrance and looks over, perking up in casual surprise.

"Oh, I thought you all would be out for most of the evening." He says it with curiosity, not disappointment. You notice he's reading one of the books you'd mentioned awhile ago when you step closer, datapad sat aside whatever he's been tinkering with. He must be using it as background noise.

"Yeah, it got a little too rowdy for my liking." He's soldering two wires together, humming and adjusting his goggles with a wiggle of his nose. When he speaks he's still working, not looking as you watch over him from his side.

"I apologize for my brothers if they said or did anything particularly uncouth; Them and large amounts of alcohol are not often the best combination." Speaking from experience? You joke to only yourself. Smiling, you wave off his concerns.

"Nah, they were fine," Your sentence hangs for a bit, leaning to one side as your eyes flick over his hands and arms. "I, wanted to talk to you, actually." That admission gets Tech's interest, naturally.

Gonky takes up a good portion of the free space between the seats, so he ushers the droid away and gives you the room to sit down.

"To me?" He seems both surprised and curious, already trying to figure out what you'd possibly need to talk to him about. It could be any number of things, it's not as if the two of you have ever run out of things to talk about.

"Yeah, I," You lick your lips, finding the words and the confidence to just say them.

Gods he looks so cute right now... You think while seeing his dark brown eyes watch you from behind his goggles.

"Do you want to go out sometime? Just you and me?" He quickly counts his tools as he puts them away back in his storage box, glancing up at you.

"Do you need help with something? I see no need why to specify just you and me if you would just like to go and-"

You get out of your seat and kneel on the edge of Tech's, leaning inward and stealing a kiss from him. He certainly looks surprised the moment you pull away, but it seems to get the point across well enough.

"Oh," He says, adjusting his goggles from where you'd bumped them out of alignment. "You meant in that way." His eyes are wide, flicking around focus on a different part of your face as he thinks.

"I, failed to think this was a possible scenario." In any other situation you might've considered making a joke, but the tone would be ruined if you did so.

"Being a clone isn't a desirable trait apart from a few select scenarios, my brothers are quite overbearing, and the state of the war I-" He cuts himself off, brain thinking a mile a minute. "You really want me?"

You smile and nod, lips just barely dusting over his. You can still feel his breath on your face, before he decides to kiss you this time. His feels more assertive, as if he's quickly gaining the confidence in what he's figured out so far. His body rises from his aggressive slouch and his hands move up your thighs, from where they had laid politely on your knees.

"Do you want me to say?" You say, feeling his hands on your hips.

His brothers won't be back for most of the night anyways. He has plenty of time to figure things out and get all the answers he needs.

"Yes."

#is the first part a very very vague reference to me absolutely nuking anyone that looks at me with WH40k lore? maybe #the bad batch tech x reader #tbb x reader #Tech/Reader #tech x reader #the bad batch x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

[visd3stele]

I also love princess reader x criston but I also enjoy suffering.So,if u up to it,can you write a heartbreaking imagine where criston has to watch his princess getting married(like her father wanted)to someone’s else?That someone can be Daemon (knowing how targaryens are)but only if u are comfortable with that(like the scene when he asks Viserys to wed Rhaenyra to him,but instead he asked for Y/n)if not it can be whoever you wish!Thank you and sorry if its long 🥰🥰

would you look at that, anonny, what a match! haven't written angst in a while and i missed it. so, hope this is painful enough :)

tw: descriptive mentions of smut, forced marriage, forced incest, canon incest, brief awkward mention of Laenor's sexuality (showing a glimpse of canon Criston, but not hateful), lots of hurt no comfort, i think that's all 😅

masterlist ; requests

a/n: can be read as a stand alone or as a continuation of these two: [1]; {2}

Take my heart with you where you go

"I love you," a kiss to Criston's nose. "I love you," another on the corner of his lips. "I love you," your voice sounded childish the way you said it. A bubble of joy have been expanding in the depth of your chest since you first spoke the words. And you couldn't stop saying them. "I love you!" You wanted to shout so the whole Westeros could hear.

Criston laughed, taking your face in his hands. "I love you," he pressed his lips to yours. He let his palm travel to the back of your neck, deepening the hard, passionate touch. The other one sustained his weight as he pulled you above him.

You laid together on Attor's back, your head resting atop of his chest. It was an usual sight in King's Landing skies. A black dragon slicing the clouds without a sound, a knight lounged on his back, one arm beneath his head and another rubbing lovingly over the princess hugging him.

Nothing more than giggles, whispers of devotion, longing gazes and innocents touches ever happened on these rides. A time when you could behave as madly and sweetly in love as you wanted, away from privy eyes and petty gossips.

"I wish I could marry you." Criston sighed, not meaning to voice his thoughts, but so content that his guard fell off.

You perked your head up, prompted on your chin against his shoulder. "Maybe you could."

Attor took an abrupt turn before you could say more and you landed on Criston. "Hello, there," he brushed the h/c strands from your face with a smile. You scoffed adoringly and kissed his chin. The dragon gruffed, as if apologizing for the warry ride.

"I think Attor is getting tired."

"You're right," you said, getting up. "Let's take this good boy back home, shall we?" You sweetened your voice like talking to a baby, caressing the scales on the dragon's head.

Criston shook his head. He couldn't get enough of your bond with the majestic predator. "You Targaryens are an odd kind."

"You seem to like odd."

He circled your waist, dropping a wet kiss to your neck. "Odd is the best. What did you mean when you said we could get married?"

Turning to face him, you beamed, a smile so large it couldn't fit on your face, and yet it barely contained all your happiness.

"My sister Rhaenyra is the heir. My father has taken a new wife with whom he had new children. My uncle Daemon is ever so present in the court life." Your voice grew higher and higher as excitement settled in your heart. "I'm neglectable royal weight. There's no need for me, I don't have to be a princess and play the throne games. I can convince father to let me be with you. He did say I can pick my husband, and you are a court's favorite, oh, brave knight."

Against his better judgement, Criston allowed the seed of hope take root in the center of his very being. The same night, it withered and died.

As you closed in the palace, a lit room caught your interest. The quiet dragon brought you closer to a window, letting you have a view of an angry Viserys towering over Daemon, a knife pushed into the flesh of the prince's neck.

Criston and you shared a worried, confused look. Neither of you could make out the low growls the king barked at his brother, nor the answers Daemon spit back.

"It is not my daughter you lust for!" Viserys roared, so sudden a sound, sharp in the peaceful night, it made you wince. "It is my throne."

Then silence again, as your uncle sought to pacify your father.

"What do you think led to this?"

You knitted your brows in thought. A vision of your older sister and Daemon on the streets of King's Landing, sneaking around like fools in love, so eagerly passing you over to the knight you happened to love. The look they both had before entering that brothel. "Rhaeny, what in the skies above!" You muttered.

"I think my sister and my uncle fucked." You said matter of factly. It wasn't unusual in your family, as you were well aware of. The thought of uncle and niece had no effect on you, as it did on Ser Cole – who scrunched his nose, mouth agape in disgust. No, it was the power Daemon always seemed to have had over your sister that worried you. The way Rhaenyra looked up to him ever since you were little girls, training baby dragons to listen to your will. How easily it could be for your uncle to take advantage of that!

It barely ever happened, but you agreed with your father. Daemon must be using your sister, the heir, to get to the throne! And the thought angered you so, that a single word burned in your skull: dracarys.

Criston landed a comforting weight on your shoulders, rubbing your shoulder blades soothingly. But his blood turned to ice no dragon fire could melt as he froze on his feet at Viserys' next fit of rage.

"Y/n is too young to marry!"

You? Why would he ask of you? The same questions roamed the wintered lands of Ser Cole's numbed mind. You nibbled at your lips, his own wobbled in futile attempts to form words. Matching furrowed eyebrows and watery eyes locked in the distant embrace of forbidden, doomed lovers. One that time oversaw many a years so far, and will continue to do so for the rest of days until there shall be no more hearts to break at the dusk of worlds.

Daemon spoke louder now as well. "You parade her around Westeros as a prize for noble lords with Rhaenyra not long ago."

"You haven't shown any interest in my y/n so far. Where does this come from?"

A pause. So long you thought your life has ended over and over again, being reborned every single time, cursed back to this place, bound to your misery. Tears pierced your eyes, tells of anger and fear. You couldn't leave the window until you knew your faith. One, you hoped, you still could decide for yourself. Surely your father wouldn't allow Daemon have his way!

"What can I say, brother, love strikes like an assassin in the night."

You rolled your eyes, tensing under Criston't hands. Daemon didn't love you, he never even liked you. In fact, you suspected for a long time he hated your guts. Except, you couldn't figure out why.

No, this must have something to do with Rhaenyra. She chose a husband to strengthen her claim to the throne. Laenor Velaryon.

"Maybe he tries to make her jealous. Could he be in love with Rhaeny, after all? Not just her power?"

You didn't realize you mused over your thoughts out loud until Criston tightened his grip on you, answering your questions. "Greedy worm," he seethed. "Both, most likely."

"What do you mean?"

"Your sister is to marry Ser Laenor Velaryon, is she not? After a trip around the kingdoms, meeting the most noticeable lords, she picks the one who is rumored to have... other preferences? A marriage of convenience with someone who wouldn't care what adventures she might have, as he himself would seek men to bed. A fragile union..."

"That Daemon can exploit. Have my sister and the reigns of the realm," you finished for your lover as realization of his implies settled in. In all the chaos of your plagued mind, you couldn't help feel bad for Ser Laenor. He deserved happiness next to someone he loved. It was the only anchor you managed to hold onto as your ship's chains rustied and broke one by one.

"I promised them both they can choose their partner," Viserys finally replied. "If she agrees..."

"She won't." Daemon stated simply, not at all bothered by the thought. "But you know it's the best for our house. With me as the future queen's sister husband, my input on Rhaenyra's claim to the throne will be more appreciated. You have sons now, brother. Both whom will be favored over the princess. We need to protect her by any means."

You knew your fate was sealed with those words. The words of a snake, rather than a dragon. Viserys fell in Daemon's carefully laid out trap. He loved you both, but Rhaenyra, the oldest, the princess who shared an interest in ruling, the one he could see himself into, despite the striking manners of your mother she embodied – her, he favored.

The king would do anything for his heir to the throne. Including offering you – your life, destiny, being – away on a silver platter.

"Criston," the tears broke free now, streaming down your burning face with such force they scratch your cheeks and pierced your collarbone when they fell from your chin. You tried to keep your voice below a whisper, but sobs and cries knotted in your neck from the bottom of your core begged to be released. Just like you wanted to shout your love to the world with all your might and soul minutes earlier – it felt like ages ago – now your body needed to release its distraction to the designers of it.

Your mouth opened and closed several times, desperately trying to say something. But what felt like sharp rocks grown on your lungs and trachea chocked you. So you shook your head in helplessness. Fists bowled at your sides, two ends of stiff arms pushed forward to sustain a crumbling spine.

Criston has been hurt in battle before. Hit in the head, metal slashing his calves or chest, pierced through his gut by thick two-blades swords. Yet nothing felt like this. His vision went blurry, as if his brain was closing off against any painful reality. Unaware of himself, the knight clenched his teeth. So hard a clash, grinding against each other, the enamel sparked with a rattled whine.

Attor flew away, passing by your window so you could unmount him safely. The dragon yelped at your pain, head held down mimicking your own defeated posture.

Ser Criston wrapped you in his arms. A lie of a beautiful dream. His chin rested on your head in a calming position, but you could feel the spasm of his chest, holding back his sobs. His fingers dugded in you, wanting to bring you closer. To forge your body with his and never letting you go. Forever together, no one able to separate you.

Similar thought flood your brain. You fisted his clothes, his hair, pulling tight and hard with each new wave of ache crushing over the sand of your soul. You kept your mouth shout to muffle your cries, not wanting to bring attention to what would be the last intimate scene you shared with the man you love. Eyes wide open in a poor attempt to dry the tears, breathing on your nose, sniffing his scent deep in your being, hoping to take carry it with you forever.

You clung to him as you would a snipping thread, dangling over a bottomless chasm. With each passing second bringing morning closer, the thread unraveled, its rippling sound an echo in your empty heart.

Criston burned. With anger for the Targaryen prince, imagining himself killing Daemon in that tournament instead of merely pushing him off the horse. With fury at the king for having no care of your being, treating you like a pawn in his scheems. With love, bright, shiny love for you. Only for you. Never could be someone else in your stead. Y/n, the dragon princess who not only tamed his heart, but caused it to imprint on her. You were his light, his joy, his future, his home. And now, knowing he'll lose you, Criston was left hollow.

"I love you so much. Can't love anyone but you." You sniffled.

He nodded. "You have my heart in the palm of your hands, y/n. Don't forget it, keep it with you wherever life may lead you."

"Of course." You brought your hands to his face, brushing your thumb over his wet cheeks. He gave you a sad smile, wiping tears off your chin with his thumb.

When you kissed for one last time, your wet lips were peppered in salt. You have tasted each other off your the other's mouth. In your nights of making love, the whiteness of your orgasms smeared on your faces. Licking, kissing, sucking it off each other. An euphoria of feeling every part of each other's bodies driving you both to the heights of pleasure and adoration.

The taste of tears drove you both mad again. Though very differently. No pleasure, but instead desperation. No adoration, but feral love of two souls ripped apart with savageness, crushing within their own.

Blood mingled in your mouths when you bite each other's lips. Crazy to unite your essences. Teeth clinked, tongues tied to one another, noses nuzzled each other's cheeks. Roaming hands bruised your bodies as you shared one last night of love.

In the morning, Ser Cole was gone. Ghosts of his touches, his kisses, the only things you had left of him. And the helmet you stole on your first night together sitting on your nightstand like a solemn trinket of ancient times – named the golden days by many – that old souls miss so much.

In the afternoon you learned he joined the Night's Watch, vowing off marriage, children, family and love. Vowing off the image of you, for none other could represent these in his life.

By evening, you were wed. You have put out a show of force, resisting as much as you could. Rhaenyra has been kept away. She would have helped you, or at least share your hate for your vile husband. No matter. The two Targaryen men had their way.

Lone in his black fur, in his new bed, Ser Cole willed his eyes open. The journey to the Wall was long, tiresome. He stubbornly insisted to walk all the way to his new home. Every time his eyelids united, he'd see your body dressed only in candle lights. Your mouth parted in soft moans, lips spread in wide smiles. And Daemon in his place. Your blissed out face would turn to knitted brows, pain and cries erasing the reverence he worshipped you with. As the vile prince took you for his own pleasure, wife duties and selfish plans.

Criston shuddered with no one to see it. Or if they did, they never questioned it. He dragged his void body through life, not a single conscious thought to spark emotion in him. What could he feel with, now that his heart was gone?

You never resumed your nightly flies, visiting Attor only to talk to him and gather your shrads of heart together for a short while. How could you fly (freedom) when you were caged as never before? Your spirit died, taking in the rust you religiously cleaned off Criston's helmet every day.

Y/n Targaryen, the dream who never lived. The queen who could have been. The realm's poisoned dragon.

#ser criston #ser criston cole x reader #ser criston cole #criston cole x reader #criston cole #my fic ideas #my fic #my fic writing #my wriitng #my words #my writing

[forever-rogue]

Hi bee, how are you? hope you're having a great week ❤

I was thinking about a Joel fic, they're in Jackson and reader lives in the house next to Joel's, they become friends and are feelings in between but they're to stubborn to confess.

Ellie is kinda dude just tell her and finally he does it with some dinner in his house or something like that.

Thank you, your fics are amazing 🥰

AN | I love this so much! Joel being soft for his girl has me so <3

Combined with this prompt | Can I please request something with Joel where he’s like cold in front of others but he’s so soft with his girl. And Ellie absolutely teases him for it. 

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language, Mentions of Sexual Situations 

Word Count | 2.9k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

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"You're soft, you know," Joel stiffened at the sound of Ellie's comment. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, but decided not to indulge her. Not yet anyway, "for her."

"Ellie," his voice was careful, collected. So much for being any sort of subtle.

"I'm just saying," she holds up her hands innocently, playing as best as she could into her innocent child role, "and everybody knows."

“Nobody knows anything,” he insisted with a gentle, playful little tap to the side of her cheek, “y’all are always so nosey with everyone else’s business, makes me wonder what any of you ever get done.”

“Hey, I’m a kid, I’m not supposed to do anything,” she stuck her tongue but Joel’s hands settled on his hips as he gave her that look, “fine, I do some things.”

“Some things,” he twanged back at her, “like your chores, right? Which you should be doing right now, not harassing me, so get going.”

“You’re so stubborn,” she groaned, throwing her arms up in the arm, “and blind! Dude, just tell her!”

“Ain’t nothing to tell!” he called after her as she threw up her middle finger. If she would have looked back she would have seen the wicked, rosy blush that was covering his cheeks. His face felt warm enough to fry an egg on. 

He wondered if people were really that perceptive or if just she was. He hated the idea that he was being so obvious. It wasn’t that he wasn’t into you, oh no. Joel Miller was into you; the whole picturing a future together, picturing you in his bed when he was alone at night, growing old(er) with you, type of into you. 

He just had no clue if you felt the same. Even remotely so. And he wasn’t about to make a fuckin’ fool out of myself by making a move and potentially being wrong. The thing he hated most of all was the idea of a life without you. He’d rather keep you as a friend than lose you altogether. 

Joel huffed at him, feeling pathetic with how lovesick he sounded. He wasn’t some sort of teenage boy, he was a grown ass man.

“Hey cowboy,” okay. He was a pathetic lovesick grown ass man, “whatcha up to?”

“Nothing,” fucking hell. Joel’s voice pitched up about three octaves as he glanced over at you, standing in the backyard like a vision. He never knew he loved sundresses so much; not until the weather grew warm and you started wearing them. You and those pretty little dresses were going to be the death of him, “just working on a few things around the house.”

“Hmm,” you mused as you walked over, ghosting your fingers along the flowers that had started growing, “need a hand? I’m done with the things I needed to do today. The rest are a problem for future me.”

“I like your thinking,” he agreed, setting down the hammer he’d absentmindedly picked up to look like he was doing something, “let’s call it a day.”

“Want to head to the river?” Your suggestion was followed by a sugary sweet smile that made him want to take you in his arms and kiss you, “we can bring some lunch and have a little picnic.”

He wanted to have a little more than lunch. But that was a conversation for a different day.

“Sure,” he agreed, a vain attempt at nonchalance, but if you noticed, you didn’t give it away, “let me just get out of these dirty clothes first.”

“Need a hand with that?” you teased, feeling emboldened for whatever reason. The surprised look on his face as he opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water was worth it, “I’m just teasing, Joel. No need to look so panicked. You change and I’ll get some lunch together. Do you think Ellie would like to come?”

“No!” he insisted quickly before realizing his gaff. You raised an eyebrow but remained silent, “she’s busy with her chores this afternoon. Kid’s gotta earn her keep, you know?”

“Mhmm,” you reached over and put a hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, “well, just meet me at mine when you’re done. Door will be unlocked as always.”

Joel watched wordlessly as you flounced away, skirt swishing and hips swaying. He was pretty sure he was almost drooling, but caught himself before anyone around seemed to notice. You were trouble; you were absolutely going to cause him to lose it. 

And god, he was so here for it.

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You looked nervously around the kitchen, trying to figure out what you could throw together for a little picnic. You hadn’t really thought this far ahead - you hadn’t really expected him to say yes. Not that Joel had ever said no to you but still…one never knew. Maybe the dress was helping; you’d worn it purposely after all. Men practically became putty when they saw a woman in a sundress.

“Fuck,” you sighed to yourself, already mentally prepping the food as you grabbed the picnic basket out of the cupboard. You sang to yourself, “don’t fuck it up, don’t fuck this upppppp.”

You kept singing that mantra to yourself as you bounced around the kitchen and managed to whip up a lunch that wasn’t too shabby at all. By the time Joel made his way over to yours, you were flushed and breathless. His handsome face and lovely smile were almost too much for you. You felt like a victorian maiden in the presence of a man alone for the time.

Yikes. You really needed to get laid. Preferably by Joel, but that was a worry for another day.

“What’s got you smilin’ like that?” you could have sworn there was a knowing little smile on his face. 

“Nothing,”you. You weren’t about to just freely admit that yet, “just excited to get to spend some time in the sunshine with my best guy.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You knew you wouldn’t be able to take his reaction, be it good or bad. 

“Come on,” he reached for the basket before you could even think about reaching for it, “let’s get going then, sweetheart.”

You warmed up under his saccharine gaze but let him take the basket nonetheless and followed after him. 

As the two of you walked towards the lake, on the outskirts of the ever expanding Jackson, a few people here and there stopped to say hello and, you know, do the whole chit-chat thing. You loved talking to people and totally soaked it up…meanwhile Joel was a totally different story. He didn’t dislike people, not unless they gave him a reason to, but he wasn’t a big talker or mingler.

You wouldn’t say he was cold to others (Ellie totally would), but he was absolutely soft for you. Even if you didn’t know it, you had that man wrapped around your finger. 

While he vehemently tried to avoid being stopped by anyone else, you looped your arm through his…and almost killed him in the process. You smelled sweet, not cloying so, but just right and your skin was dangerously soft. He should have gotten an award or something for how much self control he managed to exercise around you. 

Meanwhile, you were oblivious to the internal struggle he was currently experiencing, instead talking his ear off about something Gemma had said to Ben but then did with Kerrie. He wasn’t sure, he was only half listening, way too distracted by you.

When you got to the lake, you slipped your hand into the basket and pulled out the soft blanket that you’d had enough forethrough to bring. You tossed it under the shade from one of the trees so neither of you would get too hot from the direct sunlight. You sat down and patted the space next to you, watching as he set the basket down, his brows knitted together in what appeared to be deep thought.

It wasn’t all that deep; he was trying not to stare at your breasts or how good they looked in that dress, or how your legs looked particularly enticing. If you were to sum it all up, he was basically trying not to be a pubescent boy and pop a boner at the sight of you. 

Grown man he repeated to himself, you are a grown man.

“I don’t bite,” was it on purpose? Maybe, maybe not. But you liked the look of pure panic that his face morphed into, “unless you want me to.”

“Sweetheart-”

“C’mon,” you cut him off, enjoying this a little too much, “pull out some sandwiches because I’m starving!”

So was he. Just not for food. Well - you and food if he was being honest.

When he froze, you reached over him and pulled out the freshly cut fruit and sandwiches for each of you, handing it to him with an air of innocence. He gratefully accepted your offering, stuffing his face full before he could make too much of a fool of himself. 

And from there, as always, the two of you feel into easy conversation, about life, this, that, and everything in between. You liked that about him - things were always so easy, so right with Joel. In the time since he and Ellie had arrived in Jackson the winter before, Joel Miller had easily become your best friend…and all around favorite person. 

You wanted to tell him, really, but you were terrified of messing things up and losing him. It wasn’t worth the risk. Not yet anyway…and maybe never but yeah. Joel was it for you in so many ways.

"Berries," his smile lit up his entire face, effectively pulling you out of your little fantasy. You nodded as you watched him grab a ripe strawberry and pop into his mouth, "my favorites!"

"I know," ugh. How was this man adorable and dorky on top of everything else? It was unfair, "you told me."

"When? Like once in passing," he raised his eyebrows as you tried to play it off, "you remembered?"

"I remember a lot of things," you whispered, "especially about the people that mean most to me."

Joel was stunned, unable to think of the words to properly convey what he was feeling. He opted for a nod as he leaned against the tree, casting him in a golden, sunny light. 

You grabbed a few berries from the bowl and gave him a wink before lying down on the back, staring at the fluffy white clouds. 

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence as you ate the lunch you had packed, growing full and warm.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After a while, you came up with a brilliant plan. You sat up and looked around to make sure no one was nearby before standing back up.

"Swim with me," you said suddenly as you grinned at Joel. He remained silent as you started to push up your dress, brown eyes wide and his throat feeling thick. You shucked the dress off and tossed it by him, "Joel?"

"O-okay," he was trying not to lose his control as you stood there in front of him, only a bra and panties. You were so carefree, uninhibited, and wild that it was infectious. You tied up your hair before walking over to the water and motioned for him to hurry up, "are you sure you want to-"

You jumped into the water before he could say anything else, remaining below the water for a few moments to let your body adjust the temperature difference. When your lungs started to burn, you floated back up and broke through the surface. Joel was standing at the edge of the lake, hands on his lips as he watched, a lazy little smile on his face. 

“Water’s perfect,” you drew back your hand and splashed them gently, “come on in!”

You could see his hesitation and shook your head. You swam to the edge and held out your hand to him. He was weighing something in his mind, mulling over his decision before he eventually tugged off his boots and pants, kicked them to the side. It was a moment until he gathered up the courage to pull off his shirt - silly, he would say but you would argue otherwise - but he tossed into the pile of your clothing. 

“Handsome,” you cooed softly as his shoulders relaxed. And he was, you weren’t just trying to make him feel better. You could see the scars and marks littering his body along with the freckles you already planned on connected with your lips, and the muscle under the softness. You loved him - all of him, “alright?”

“Alright,” he agreed before sitting down and dangling his legs in and eventually slipping all the way into the water. You could tell he was up to something but your musing was quickly put to an end when you felt his hands on your hips, causing you to shriek in surprise. You heard him laughing as you pouted at him, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“You are a menace,” you turned around so you were facing him, settling your hands on his shoulders, “you, Joel Miller, are trouble.”

“Yeah?” he was practically vibrating under your touch as you tried to give him a somewhat serious expression. It fell flat, more of a sweet, innocent look, which made his heart even softer than he thought possible, “what about you then? What does that make you?”

“Sweet and innocent,” you grinned softly, “I’m a good girl.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Were you trying to kill him?

“Oh sweetheart,” he tried to keep it from sounding too much like a groan, “you are something else.”

You hummed in content as you closed your eyes and tilted your head towards the sun. You couldn’t have imagined a better day - but there was still one more thing you wanted to know that could make the day even better than anything else, “So, I was talking to Ellie…and she told me something interesting.”

“Ellie says a lot of things.” oh no. His heart was racing so quickly that he was afraid that he was going to pass out, “mostly nonsense.”

“I’m not so sure on that one,” you snorted in amusement, “do you wanna know what she told me?”

“I suppose you’re going to tell me regardless of what I say…”

“Of course,” you reached over and stroked his cheek, watching as a boyish grin grew on his face, “she told me that you like me. You know, like me like me.”

“And she said it just like that?” he asked, trying to his cool as you tried to read his expression. 

“She did actually,” you stuck your tongue out at him, “are you gonna tell me if its true or not? Or are ya gonna leave me guessing?”

“Do you really need me to tell you or do you already know the answer?” he was deflecting, trying to make sure he hadn’t read anything wrong.

“I’m pretty sure that you’re hopelessly and madly in love with me,” you were teasing - but only just. You both knew that much, “but a little bit of reassurance doesn’t hurt either.”

“I am,” he confirmed after a few moments of tranquil quietness passed between the two of you. Inside you were practically screaming and bursting with joy. When you didn’t didn’t say anything, he grew worried, “is that…are you…okay? You’re makin’ me nervous sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you gave him the most dazzling smile. You paused for a moment before quietly exhaling, “oh! I’m in love with you too. If that wasn’t obvious….I thought it was, but I figured you’d want to hear it too.”

“I did,” he relaxed; every fiber of his being was humming with positive energy. Holy shit. You loved him. You were in love with him, “were you ever going to say anything?”

“Eventually,” you confessed, “but I kind of liked watching you squirm too. You look real cute when you blush, you know.”

“I do not,” he huffed indignantly, “I do not blush.”

“Whatever you say, love,” oh. He liked that sound of that, “are you going to kiss me or?”

“Do you want me to?” his eyes widened, “you want me to kiss you?”

“Very much so,” you agreed, “I would love it if you kissed me…finally.”

“Finally?” he asked, wondering if you’d wanted this for as long and as much as he had. The look on your face said it all.

“Finally.”

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[forusomimiya]

Hello!

Can you please do Bokuto w reader and 4 prompt? 🥰

Another case where reading the prompt automatically the scene showed up to my mind 🤩 hope you like it love ⋆｡ﾟ☁️｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾🌙｡⋆

Friday night, a club with good music, college friends, and a promise not to over-drink that was eventually broken by ordering a third round of shots and another bottle of gin.

When you think you're bored enough to continue sitting at the reserved table, you get up, leaving your friends behind, and make your way through the crowd of people until you reach the center of the dance floor. The atmosphere sucks you in and you let yourself go. You follow the rhythm of the music, moving your head from side to side, before your body follows. It's early yet, but the alcohol is starting to take effect and in a sense, you like it. Your eyes move on their own and you think you're losing sharpness of vision, so you close them so you don't think about it and let yourself go again. You don't know how long it's been, probably a couple of minutes, but for you it's been eternal. So much so that your friend had to wake you up with a nudge to tell you that, leaning on his forearms on the bar of one of the vip balconies of the pub, a muscular man with spiky gray hair and black stripes, is watching you dance with a half smile on his face, and with his gaze fixed on your body. It didn't take much for you to smile back at him and have him surprise you a few seconds later from behind. "Where did ya learn to dance like that? You should teach me" your giggle puzzled him "What, you don't think I could do it?" "I think it's something that not everyone has in their blood, but…" you turned to meet his golden eyes. Eyes which seduced you completely as soon as you made contact with them. "Maybe we can make an exception for you" "I hope so. I wouldn't want to have to go back up there if it wasn't ´cause I've let you down as a dancer". But not at all he did. Frankly it seemed as if he really was born with it. Good songs that were danced to by sensual movements were his best point. Would he have seduced other girls that same night like that. Who knows, only you knew that such moves turned you on and made you cling to him more whenever there was an opportunity, seeking friction with Bokuto. Your ass simply drove him crazy and, it was no lie if on the dance floor he thought of making it his every time he looked at it. That night, and every night, if possible. Later, and with your bodies hot from the sexual tension, you opted to move away to another area of the pub where you could be alone to start talking about what you both wanted to happen. A talk that started with the confession that Bokuto knew how to dance like this thanks to a friend he had living in Brazil. A talk where in the middle of it appeared compliments between you two, with a couple of drinks in between, and that ended with both of you in the bathroom, as expected, with you facing the wall, whimpering under Bokuto's hand that covered your mouth to avoid possible screams, and with him finally taking what he had been wanting to fuck for hours. "You might be able to dance just as well as other girls but, fuck baby, this ass… this ass is one of a kind". The charismatic guy you met at the beginning of the night, ended up becoming the most possessive thing you could have ever imagined. "And if it's already perfect like this, I don't want to imagine what it will be like on my face while you're choking in my cock. Although for that... we'll have to meet again, huh? What do you think about it?" just obscene scenarios, nothing more. Scenarios that churned your guts and increased your pleasure. "Well meanwhile… open your mouth for me and suck, suck little slut" you couldn't hold on to the wall, but you could hold on to his fingers, licking them and moaning at the raw thought of imagining it was his cock. So distracted in your sweet and gross fantasies, that despite not hearing what Bokuto was whispering in your ear, you could imagine it when his onslaught ceased and his breathing became agitated.

"I hope it was what you were hoping for, honey". Fuck, of course it had been, and so much so that you managed in the next few hours to get a piece of paper, write your phone number on it, and at the end of the night tuck it discreetly into the back pocket of his pants while he politely waited for you to get into that taxi that would take you back home.

The next morning an unknown number would leave several call and message notifications on your phone.

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[leiawritesstories]

Happy follower celebration!! <3<3<3

May I request:

“I really want to see you first thing in the morning.”

Thank you so very much!!! 🥰💕 here you gooooo. enjoy!

Word count: 938

Warnings: none

500 followers celebration prompt fills

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"Hey." Aelin tucked her phone next to her ear, holding it with her shoulder as she unlocked her car.

"Hey, Fireheart." Rowan's voice flowed through the speaker, just the sound she needed to hear after a hell of a long shift at the restaurant. "Just clock out?"

"Yeah." She pulled the clip from her hair with a relieved groan. "God, it was such a long day. So many people. So many kids. So much bullshit."

"Bet you didn't take any bullshit."

"I try." She switched her phone to speaker and set it in the cupholder before backing out of her parking spot and heading away from the restaurant where she worked. "Seems like all the ridiculous crap comes on the weekends, though."

"Want to come over?" He sounded so hopeful. "You can rant all you need, love."

She glanced at the clock. "I'm gonna swing by my place first to shower and get out of these disgusting clothes, ok?"

"Take your time." He paused. "Wait no, not too much time. I wanna see you."

She laughed. "Has anyone ever told you you're the clingy one, buzzard?"

"Don't see anything wring with it," he returned, chuckling. "I gotta go, but I'll see you soon?"

"Yeah." She blew him an invisible kiss. "Love you, buzzard."

"Love you too, Fireheart."

An hour later, showered and changed and carrying an overnight bag, Aelin walked up the front steps of Rowan's townhouse, knocked twice, and walked in. "Ro?"

"Hey." He jogged down the hall, met her in the entryway, and tipped his head down to kiss her soundly. "I made food."

She perked up, kicked off her shoes, and bolted for the kitchen. "You're the best, Ro!"

He followed, shaking his head fondly at the way she was so much more excited to see the food than him. "Maybe I should've thought twice before proposing, love. Seems you're more in love with food than your poor sad old fiancé."

"Stop that, drama queen," she laughed. "I'm just hungry, and your cooking is amazing." She gave him a broad, suggestive wink. "I'll get a whole free chef when we get married."

"Trust me, love, I can handle myself in the kitchen." He wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"You like it better when I handle you, though," she hummed, casually serving herself a big bowl of the soup he'd made.

Rowan spluttered, his face flaring bright read. "Aelin!"

She burst into bright laughter. "I'll never get tired of seeing you all riled up, love."

He mumbled something incoherent about just how much she loved doing that to him and wisely changed the subject. "Wanna watch a movie?"

"When have I ever said no to that?" she grinned. "Let me guzzle this soup like a starving madwoman first and then yes, absolutely I do."

"Take your time, love," he laughed. "I need dinner too, y'know."

"Oh, so you didn't make this whole pot of soup just for me?"

"Nope." He grabbed his own bowl ad filled it up. "Sorry to disappoint."

"Guess I have to knock a star off your Yelp review," she teased.

He laughed softly and nudged her towards the kitchen table. "For someone who's supposedly so hungry, you sure aren't doing a lot of eating, Ae."

Once she had a full, satisfied stomach, Aelin helped Rowan clear away the dishes, waving off his protest that he could do it all by himself, and went to the hall closet to get a big armful of fluffy blankets. Rowan's mom kept buying him throw blankets every fall and winter, insisting that he needed "splashes of color to liven up his boring gray house." Rowan pretended to be annoyed, but Aelin knew he secretly loved his collection of seasonal blankets. She loved the blankets, at least.

"How many of those does one person even need?" he teased as he came into the living room to find her snuggled into a blanket cocoon on the L-shaped couch.

"Not all of us are human furnaces, buzzard," she returned. "What are we watching?"

"Hmm...well, I'm in a classic cinema mood tonight."

"Oh gods," Aelin mock-groaned. "Why aren't you ever in a rom-com mood, you know, like a normal person?"

"Since when have I ever been a rom-com person?" Rowan asked dryly. "Besides, I know you want to watch The Godfather."

"You're too good at the bribery thing." She moved the blankets aside enough for him to sit down. "C'mere, buzzard."

Rowan obediently settled down beside her, stretching out his long legs so she could cuddle herself snugly against the toned planes of his body. He turned on the movie, turned off the lights, and tucked Aelin's blankets comfortably around her. Knowing full well she probably wouldn't stay awake for the whole movie, he idly combed his fingers through her hair.

Aelin lasted an hour before she was asleep on his chest, her breath brushing his collarbones in even pulses. A tender smile curled his lips as he watched her peaceful face. He watched the rest of the movie, turned the TV off, and rested there on the couch, his fiancée asleep in his arms.

She blinked awake a few minutes later. "Movie done?" she mumbled.

"Mhmm." He kissed her forehead. "You made it a whole hour; I think that's a new record."

"You're mean." She poked his chest, not causing any actual harm thanks the the layers of blankets. "Le's'go upstairs. Sleep. Bed."

He chuckled. "Are you propositioning me, love?"

"Nope." She shook her head. "I just really want to see you first thing in the morning."

Gods, the way Rowan's heart fluttered at that simple statement.

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