#the tenderest trap

[zuzu-the-villain]

─ a night like a fairy tale | Izuku Midoriya

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♡.ೃ࿐ FORMAT: one-shot | fluff

♡.ೃ࿐ PAIRING: Izuku x Reader

♡.ೃ࿐ WORDCOUNT: 1k+

SUMMARY: Reality hit you like a lawnmower, overwhelming you with the stress of filling out and signing multiple papers. With no sense of time, you caused restlessness in Izuku who was eagerly waiting for you in the room. It's only a matter of time before he refuses to let you spend even a minute on those papers, pulling you back into the fantasy world where you feel most at ease and comfortable with him.

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"love, I won't say it again."

Your ears listened to the sweet threats echoing from the bedroom, not even bothering to raise your head at such a tone as you had your own little moment, scribbling on the work papers you were still working on late into the night.

But still, it managed to distract you a little from the constant staring into space, now letting go of everything to take a sip of hot coffee.

"Yeah, yeah..one second and I'm done for sure." you smiled, those dark circles under the numb eyes of yours that shone above the lamp gave off a look ten times worse than the gremlin itself, constantly feeding on your weariness.

This is what happens when you don't know what peace actually is in life. Worry about this, stress about that, no rest, no sleep. Just work until you completely fall apart, isn't that the easiest way around?

Enriching your lungs with life of a very deep sigh, you decided to choose the side of suffering for a bit longer before finally throwing yourself in bed. You shouldn't have been thinking about anything at all, because just the thought of flying to bed made you sleepier than you already were, you needed to go back to work.

And just as your hand was to position the pen in a tight grip once again, it found itself in the trap of another, now slightly rougher hand, leaving the pen untouched.

„Just one second, huh? I don't buy that. I doubt you even know what time it is.”

Your dearest shadow could now be very noticeable from all corners of the room, appearing right behind your now embraced, yet so drowsy body which, to your surpise, still kept its balance on the chair.

"So? What time is it, baby?"

"I believe it's past midnight, but let me finish this, Izuku. I'm almost do—"

„One more second, almost done, almost done..“ he mocked.

„..right, but I personally think you could draw yourself in bed for that one second, doesn't that sound any better?" Izuku was now smiling so innocently, yet giving you those cheeky little glances here and there with his hands now roaming freely all over you, just like being in the jungle having coffee with a mamba.

Just the thought of it dragged you into a fantasy that you rarely had time to dream about; just you and Izuku, your sleeping soul among his, tenderest, flowing from stream to stream at his touch, so smooth yet so rough. And even the smallest kiss was enough to throw you back to reality in front of a table of more than a hundred papers instead of that jungle coffee, causing your heart to rot once again.

"Silly, I guarantee that you will literally fall asleep right there on the table if I go to the room without you now.“

"Like I said Izuku, I only have a li-"

"Jajaja—! No way I'm listening! You're coming with me by force!“

You knew you were giving up as soon as you felt those gentle hands reaching behind your knees faster than thunder itself, collecting you as if you were the prize of the world.

„I'll wake you up in the morning so you'll have time to sleep, go back to your senses and be ready for a new day and new challenges! I consider these papers the lowest level so ,” kissing your golden eyebrows that were still frowning at him for no reason, you caught them in the act as they slowly yielded, loving the attention they were getting at this very moment.

„—Don't waste your energy on those things when it's time to be next to me and snore your heart out under that blanket!“

From sudden giggles he successfully triggered in you, you buried your head deep into his chest trying to catch your breath, but to no avail. But soon, your pouting role quickly returned, babbling something muffled in his chest.  Now that you had all his loving attention towards you, you decided to pull all those words back into silence. It was even a good thing your head wasn't sticking out yet, otherwise Izuku would be met with a bright red radish like in the middle of a field in the hot sun.

"I can't hear you like that if you have your head buried in me like an ostrich. Something wrong?”

„No..“ That slippery tone of yours sounded more like you were asking yourself that than adding an answer to it.

„Hm. Y'sure?“

„No..“

"No? Did I do something?"

You slowly turned your head upwards, then downwards, nodding dramatically.

"So..wanna tell me?"

He certainly saw all that as something very sweet about you. You generally frowned like that, even when there was no reason for war, but still, he loved it when it came to that.

And in the other hand, you melted there like pudding in his arms, hesitating a bit then stretching those words out on the tip of your tongue until they decided to come out on their own.

"You didn't kiss my lips."

"What? You need to be louder, love." he teased you whilst walking slowly into the bedroom with you glued to him.

"Stop joking, don’t wanna repeat myself."

"Then I really don't know what you want, sorry." and there it was again, that mischievous laugh of that same angel who was wooing you just a few minutes ago. You never liked this torture in such a way. But of course, you softened even more in the blush of your own hidden face.

„Okay, okay, m'sorry sweetheart. We're not messing around anymore, I understand. Want a kiss, though?“

Your mind didn't even think to turn to his side of the bed. You sighed hatefully just enough that he could clearly see that he had gone too far with his little humorous remarks.

But Izuku, of course, didn't mind in the slightest. In fact, he loved when he got the chance to see you all as mad as a lynx, putting funny things together like puzzles. The lynx is a very dangerous animal, but after all it is a cat that likes to be cuddled too. At that, he crawled like a worm closer to your angry figure, noticing how you didn't even move to stop his hands that were already glued to you, caressing your neck lightly.

"Your highness, I fear that I may have committed a grave sin. Will you ever find it in your heart to forgive me?"

"Shut up for once."

"I will, my dearest lady, if you tell me how I can make it up to you?"

You leaned towards him, half turning to shot a serious look at now oh-so-comical Izuku.

"I shall never forgive you, you filthy bandit."

He gasped, dramatically.

"And not even for those kisses you've been searching for all this wonderful time, my lady?"

Reminding you of that, you suddenly snuggled into the blankets, ready to go to sleep and even without saying "good night",

"Oh no, not on my watch! If you won't go by grace, we're going by force!"

..but how can such a thing happen?- of course you won't be able to frown with those furrowed brows for long, now laughing under the warm blankets with the "bandit" so fabulously kissing every point on your nose and face, neck and shoulder, taking you under the clouds where there was absolutely no desk and papers at all,

but only you and him, and the clock that had read half past three in the morning.

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#deku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #bnha #midoriya izuku #fantasy #nightlikeafairytale

[bullet-prooflove]

Blow Your Mind - Donovan Rocker x Reader (NSFW)

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You were thinking about sex. You had tried to avoid the vivid intense fantasies that were assaulting your mind, but you couldn't stop the images or the sensations that were rushing through your body. You blamed Rocker for this, the two of you had barely seen each other over the past few weeks due to alternating shifts. Your skin was already feverishly hot, and you were more sensitive now than you’d had been for a long time. That man had awakened something with in you, you couldn’t stop thinking about his hands in your skin, his teeth grazing over the deviant spot underneath your jaw. You were walking down the corridor and past the locker room when a familiar, warm hand cupped your elbow, guiding you inside. You didn't need to turn your head to know that it was Rocker. The light brush of Rocker's fingers across your flesh sent a shiver trailing down your spine at the memories of what those hands of.

"My poor baby." Rocker teased in a husky voice. "You look like you need some relief."

You pursed your lips together tightly, your cheeks flushing just a little at the seductive tone in his voice. You cast a glance at him. That grin playing across his lips was mischievous and his eyes were bright with arousal. It made your heart pound with excitement.

"You told me to wait." You reminded him in breathless whisper. "And I always do what my Sergeant tells me."

You knew what that would do to Rocker and the words weren't wasted. Your entire body tightened as his attention honed in on you. His eyes darkened, a consuming desire that rushed like a narcotic in his veins. You had just stepped into dangerous territory and he knew that meant you were craving this even more than him.

You had played this game before. When Rocker needed to feel in control or when you needed to relinquish it entirely, it turned Rocker on in a way that was almost primal.

Right now he could feel the recklessness building up in you. It was your turn to be selfish and Rocker could help with that. Jesus, he could feel your need to lose control pulsating underneath your skin.

The apprehension was in the air, mounting between you. Each of your breathes were hitched with excitement as he leaned in even closer trapping you between his muscular form and the concrete. His palm came to rest on the wall behind you as his lips brushed over yours with the tenderest of kisses.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" he whispered against your mouth.

You didn't say a word, your eyes lingered on his decadent mouth. You wanted to touch him but that was part of your game, you weren’t allowed until he said so.

His thumb caressed the line of your jaw, guiding your face away from him and allowing him access to your vulnerable throat. His teeth grazed that pleasurable spot under the hinge of your jaw causing you to whimper. You were ready, Rocker could feel it as his erection strained against his combats in an painful manner.

"Were you a good girl?" he breathed in your ear, his fingers twisting in your hair as he tugged it just enough to tip your head back.

"Yes." You uttered.

"Do you want me?" he asked you, the stubble on your cheek rubbing against your sensitive skin.

His firm chest pressed against yours, your hands curling up into balled up fists. You were trying to prevent yourself from touching him. God, he was doing so much to you right now. You were wet, your panties soaked.

"More than anything." You whined.

"Unzip me." Rocker told you, his eyes fixated on yours.

He was intoxicating. This man always knew exactly what you needed. You drew down the zipper on his combats, your gaze lowering to his lips.

"Touch me." he ordred.

It was heaven. The moment you wrapped your fingers around his impressive cock was absolute bliss. He groaned into your hair as you gripped his molten hot flesh. He thrust into your grasp as you moved in slow, shallow motions, ones that you knew would drive him absolutely crazy.

"That's it baby." He groaned as that wildfire chased through every one of his synapses.

Jesus Christ, you were getting off on this. The anticipation was killing you, it was taking every ounce of your self-control not to arch your hips and generate some friction between your clothes and your needy sex. You wouldn't allow yourself to come until Rocker told you, he had all of the power and that was the point of this delicious game.

"Stop." Rocker demanded, his fingers clasping your wrist lightly, removing it from his trousers. "Turn around."

His hands were already on your waist, spinning you. You placed your palms onto the wall as he grasped the leather tongue of your belt and loosened it before he undid your combats. His hand bypassed those sexy little black panties. His fingers hooked either side of your underwear before he drew them down over the curve of your ass.

"You ready for me baby?" Rocker you, his fingers threaded through your hair again, guiding your head to the left so that he could kiss the curve of your throat.

"Donovan..." You breathed as Rocker gripped his dripping cock and guided it between your legs/

"You know the rules." Rocker whispered against your skin. "Not until I say so."

That was the biggest turn on for the both of you, his dominance and your subservience. Rocker got off on pleasuring you and he knew exactly how fucking good it felt when he uttered that one word. He penetrated you slowly, filling you up inch by inch. You bit your lower lip as that euphoria erupted through your synapses.

The pace he set was measured and powerful, his hands coming to rest on your hips, holding you in place. Your breathing was becoming more erratic with every thrust as he sunk into that tight heat over and over again. Those whimpers of yours were echoing in his ears, hauling him even closer to the point of no return. Your skin flushed as she wavered on the cusp, that ecstasy overwhelming you as you clung to the edge.

"Come." he commanded.

The orgasm was earth shattering. It exploded through you like a grenade, stealing away your breath as you hit your peak. Rocker bit down on your shoulder to stifle the hoarse grunt of exhalation that erupted from his lips. The sensation was devastating, causing your knees to go weak at the sheer force of it. His palm clapped over your mouth as you cried out, muffling the sound as he clasped you close, fucking you through your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, you blow my mind.” He whispered in your ear, his hand slipping away from you lips as he pressed a tender kiss upon the teeth marks he’d left underneath your shirt.

“Trust me.” You murmured, tipping your head back so it came to rest against his chest. “The feelings mutual.”

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[the-gateway-to-madness]

Elemental Spoilers

I noticed a couple of parallels or development tie-ins or what have you.

First of all, my sincerest compliments to the Elemental voice cast who made this movie work, especially its tenderest moments.

From minute one, Wade encourages Ember to be more open with him and with her loved ones and to relieve herself of that emotional weight.

When they're in the balloon, Ember teaches Wade the meaning of the Firish word "tìshók"- essentially, "embrace the light while it burns, because it won't always last forever" or, rather, because it's not guaranteed that things won't change or be lost. It encourages him to live his life more deliberately, like Ember does, but it's also focusing and condensing his views on how to interact with your loved ones, and helps him to pin down in words how he feels about expressing your innermost feelings later on- "you don't have forever to say what you need to say".

As a note, he also focuses her in return- literally, he focuses her light when he becomes a magnifying glass during the matchmaking reading, and just anytime he helps Ember root out the sources of her emotions.

so when Wade's talking to Ember on the beach, he says "I had regrets when my dad died" and pushes Ember to leave her comfort zone and be honest with her father.

And then, when they're trapped in the hearth, Wade tells Ember, "I have no regrets". Mostly pre-movie, but also during the movie, subtly, Wade has learned to fully utilize and embrace the ideology of tìshók. He's been emotionally vulnerable and honest with Ember. He loves her and he's taken advantage of every moment of it to care for her and help her.

Wade tries to show Ember the power of the one little word she taught him, a word she treated so casually when she explained it, every chance he gets. But it's not until she loses him that it sinks in. Not until she watches him slip out of her fingers, and she has true, deep, blatant, painful regrets, and he comes back with "I have no regrets. You gave me something people search their whole lives for" does she internalize all the time she's taken for granted, the time she's been telling herself throughout the movie she had, the time she used as an excuse not to be vulnerable- not to embrace the light.

It's at those moments of vulnerability, at the beginning and the end, with Wade, that we see her shining in a way like no other, revealing all the potential of the light inside her. Figuratively, of course, but also literally, with the refracted colors around them. They're never so intense as when Ember confesses to Wade that she loves him.

And then, Wade, in one sentence, says, "I love you, and I have loved each depth you've let me see of you, and I am so honored that you're willing to be so vulnerable and gentle with me", facing his own fading with perfect acceptance because he knew her and loved her with everything he had, and he understands that that's enough and he doesn't need to give her more.

And that one sentence hits because subconsciously it ties everything together, every bit of love and adoration he's shown her, every way he's brought out her light through the entire movie, every way he's tried to get her to love herself as much as he does.

"I really do love it when your light does that."

#elemental #pixar elemental #wade x ember #i propose we call this ship “vivisteria bloom” btw

[testicularmanslaughtrr]

Not my Malkavian and the Lasombra having the tenderest most gay moments in the world while trapped in The Corn Dimension

Not our coterie trying to have fucking match maker moments and slumber party gossip about it while also TRAPPED IN THE CORN DIMENSION

#vampire the masquerade #help #the ravnos was trying to make my character jealous #by hitting on the Lasombra #the tzmietceseZee made me gossip #THE CORN IS COMING #AND THEY WANT TO SEE US KISS

[forbidden-forest-witch]

Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin Story

Chapter 12: A Fresh Page

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only)

Word Count: 2.9K

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"What a marvelous feeling it would be, if we could say exactly how we felt. What a monumental victory. What a terrifying thought" -Akif Kichloo

Brigitte awakens early the next morning feeling a dull ring of pressure around her lower left leg. It instantly reminds her of the previous day: stepping into the bear trap, the pain, the darkness, and Remus.

Feeling a weight on her hand, she lifts her head up and to see said man holding it. He's slumped forward, sleeping in the uncomfortable chair with his head resting on Brigitte's bed.

A smile spreads across her face. 'He stayed with me', the thought makes her body heat up with serenity. She slowly removes her hand from his grip to gently brush the honey and ever-so-slightly greying strands from Remus' eyes, adoring how peaceful he looks while sleeping.

After a moment his face and body tenses while he awakes, groaning as he sits up from the awkward position.

"Good morning, Remus ... Lunaire".

"The nickname's stuck with me, hmm?", he rasps while rubbing his tired eyes.

"It's cute. Just like you when you're sleeping".

He abruptly stands up from the seat. "Wait! You're up! Why didn't you wake me?! Are you okay, darling? How are you feeling?".

Brigitte sits up and giggles at his adorable reaction and blushes at the endearing nickname. "I'm fine ... mostly embarrassed, ya know? To mess up like that".

He shakes his head vehemently and takes her hand, "It could've happened to any of us. I wish it had happened to me... instead of you".

"Remus- no! I don't want you in pain either". She grips his hand.

"I go through pain like that every month. Trust me, it'd be less painful going through it myself than watching you experience it". Remus brings her hand to his lips and they gaze longingly at one another.

"Thank you, for helping me yesterday. I don't know what happened. I felt so lost. People and that thing yanking on me, but then there was you ... I was safe", she says sheepishly.

"I felt pretty damn helpless, but I'll always keep you safe. That's what I thought I was doing the last couple weeks ... The least I could do was be here when you woke up in case you needed anything. Do you need anything?", he asks urgently.

"No, Remus I'm fine, really", Brigitte chuckles, "its enough that you were here when I woke up".

The tension in Remus' shoulders subside and he smiles at Brigitte with relief-filled eyes, "Really? Because I completely understand if you don't want me to stay. I'm sorry for what I did. You have no idea how much I didn't want to do that, how much I'd rather have kissed you instead. I was a bloody idiot who shut down when I should've considered myself the luckiest man in the world for you to even look at me."

Brigitte squeezes his rough hand, "I didn't just look at you, Remus. I see you; you are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful man I have ever known- and even that is an understatement. I only wish you could see what I see; there's no one quite like you, Remus Lupin ... Lunaire".  

His cheeks heat up and he takes a big dry gulp. Brigitte grins innocently and kneels at the edge of the bed so they are almost eye-level. Remus looks at her lips then up to her eyes and sees her doing the same. Brigitte releases Remus' hand and traces her finger up his arm to his chest. She grabs a handful of the wrinkled shirt and pulls him in, his hands finding the curve of her waist. Their lips fit perfectly together, like yin and yang.

The kiss is passionate and tragically overdue. Both are pouring out their feelings, an unspoken devotion to one another. Brigitte plays with the hair at the nape of Remus' neck, giving him goosebumps with her touch and soft moans, while he runs his hands up and down her back along the vertical crease of her spine.

They revel in finally being close to the one they've been pining over since the first Order meeting. Remus' tongue ghosts Brigitte's lower lip and she gladly lets him pass. The way he feels dominating her mouth and the mixture of their saliva makes Brigitte's mind cloudy. They unabashedly breathe heavily into the kiss and hold each other close, desperate to soak up one another.

After a few minutes, as Brigitte starts to rub her body against him, Remus reluctantly pulls away. With the upcoming full moon, his overwhelming feelings for the girl, along with the fact that she's already on her bed and moaning into him, he knows he won't be able to control himself much longer. And he likes her too much to let themselves get carried away in the moment by hormones.

"I don't know what it is about you, Britt. I can't keep myself away from you, even though I know I should...", Remus whispers while brushing the tip of his nose against hers.

"No, I don't want you to stay away. I like you right here. I feel it too, Remus... a pull that I don't want to resist", Brigitte whispers, holding his hands against her body and kissing him tenderly.

He squeezes her waist at the reassuring words, "I don't deserve you...". "You deserve happiness ... and I want nothing more than to make you happy. You can't find peace by avoiding life. Don't ignore the connection between us, please Lunaire", she says while caressing his scarred, scruffy cheek.

He grins at her and looks over her face for any hesitancy in her words, but there are none. "Keep calling me that name in your sweet voice and I'll do whatever you say, Darling". Remus puts his face in the crook of her neck and wraps his arms around her.

She hums into the hug and relishes in his touch. He breathes in her heavenly fragrance (which he can smell even more with his heighten senses) as she runs her hands through his hair, both of them feeling euphoric by being so close. Their blissful moment is too soon interrupted by a loud grumbling, making them both burst into a fit of laughter.

"Godric! Was that your stomach, love?", Remus asks astounded.

"I haven't eaten since yesterday morning! So yes, my stomach is starting to eat itself".

Remus gently pushes her shoulders to motion her back down to the bed, "You stay here. I'll bring you breakfast. Any requests?".

She scrunches her nose in thought, "Fruit and a croissant? That's quick and easy enough! Oh, and I like coffee instead of tea, s'il te plait". Remus nods ecstatically and scurries to the kitchen. Brigitte lies down, staring at the ceiling and replaying that intense kiss in her mind.

Remus is back with enough food piled on a tray for them both, maybe even Sirius and Buckbeak too. "I brought fruit, nutella, and extra croissants. You're stomach was pretty loud", he says cheekily,placing it on the bed. She sticks her tongue out but immediately snatches one of the French pastries and eats half of it in the first bite...

Over the bedside picnic, the pair discusses Muggle art and music. Brigitte explains how she charmed the Springtime painting so that the couple would swing back and forth. He unsuccessfully tries to convince her to read The Omen, though her hesitancy wasn't as firm this time.

After they've eaten the mountain of food, Brigitte takes Remus' copy of A Picture of Dorian Gray and occupies the remainder of the morning and part of the afternoon reading the book aloud, stopping almost every page to share her thoughts. Remus listens contently to every word, amused by Brigitte's strong reactions to the vain Lord Henry Wotton. He doesn't mind that he would've finished the book within an hour, he could listen to her forever.

Amidst their bonding, neither notice Sirius finally descending the stairs after the clock had struck noon and halting on the stair landing. He leans on the wall and listens to Brigitte read a few lines before continuing his journey downstairs with a sly grin plastered on his face.

"... He was withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage. It was not till they examined the rings that they could recognize who it was".

Brigitte closes the book and watches Remus digest the ending. "I have no words ... you're right, that is a damn good book. I definitely was not expecting that ending", he says before covering up a long yawn.

"I noticed you yawning during the last chapter. Why don't you lie down for a bit? It couldn't have been good rest sleeping in that chair, and I know in a day it'll be...", she trails off not wanting to mention the thing that makes Remus' nerves shutter, "I promise I'll be fine in here. I'll feel guilty if you don't rest", she tries to convince him with a pouted lip.

Remus hesitantly stands, "Alright. But please call for me if you need anything. I'm on the other side of that wall". He leans down, kisses Bri's cheek, and walks backwards out of her room so he could keep looking at her. She grabs the sketchbook from her end table and starts drawing a wolf with kind eyes and a little scar running along its nose.

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Brigitte must've fallen asleep herself because the next thing she knows, she is being woken up to the sound of clunking footsteps coming up the stairs and her two favorite witches barreling through her bedroom door.

"How's the patient today?", Tonks asks positively.

Brigitte sits up and pats her bed for them to sit down, "Hey! What are you doing here?!", she asks stunned.

The girls plop down on either side of her. "Did you think we weren't going to check on you? Mrs. Weasley freaked when she heard what happened, so she's downstairs making you dinner. We wanted to talk alone!", Fleur exclaims.

Tonks nods eagerly, "first, are you feeling okay?", she asks seriously. "All things considering, I couldn't be better".  

"Sweet- so tell us the juicy deets! If you tell me nothing's happened after Remus held you tended to you like that, I swear I'll hex the bloke!", Tonks proclaims. Brigitte smirks, chewing on her lip,

"Something definitely happened. I think we made up... and made out". The three girls squeal and laugh around on the bed.

"Actually, he was very sweet and really regretful about what happened after Sirius' birthday. He admitted he 'can't stay away from me'", Brigitte relays in an airy tone.

"That's what I want to hear!", Tonks cheers.

"I'm so happy! We can go on triple dates... now, let's go to the kitchen... Remus looked a little peeved that we insisted on waking you up instead of him", Fleur teases.

"Peeved? You're spending too much time that that William Weasley".

Downstairs, Brigitte is greeted by the lot of happy faces, all thrilled she's okay after the ordeal. Auguste jumps up from his chair and hurries to his sister,

"Ma Chérie, are you alright?!". He lifts Brigitte so that she doesn't have to step down into the kitchen. 

"I'm fiiiiine. Don't make a big deal out of it and don't tell maman! She'll go crazy if she hears about this".

"Obviously, you think I'm an idiot?", he scoffs.

"Yes".

Mrs. Weasley drops her spoon and rushes over to inspect her, "How are you feeling, Dear? I had a real fright when Bill told me what happened! This is why I don't like you kids going out, its too dangerous. Please sit down, dinner will be ready any moment".

Brigitte obliges, sitting down at the long table in between Remus and Sirius, secretly rubbing her foot against the lycanthrope's sock covered ankle.

"Glad to see you back to normal. You scared the shit out of me, petite dame", Sirius whispers. She nudges his arm.

"Yes, very glad to see you doing well. My Bill said you're one of the toughest witches out there", Mr. Weasley adds before they go back to their conversation with Bill and Sirius, the three in a huddle while talking about Order business. She turns to Remus who's already gazing down fondly at her, and everyone else in the room fades away.

Mrs. Weasley snaps her fingers to make dinner appear on the table. Silence takes over the room as they fight for serving spoons and baskets of honey yeast rolls.

"Britt and Auguste, will you go back to France for Christmas?", Mrs. Weasley pipes up once everyone has made progress in the food on their plates.

"Our Maman will probably kill us if we don't visit her soon. It has been nearly two years. We can go for New Years though".

"So can you spend Christmas here?", Sirius asks hopefully. The siblings look at each other and around the table at the waiting faces. They nod their heads in sync.

"If you'll have us. I think we'd really like that", Auguste says as he rubs Tonks' back affectionately. Brigitte feels Remus caress her hand resting in her lap.

"The more the merrier!", Sirius exclaims and raises his Fire whiskey.

"How festive— a full house for the holidays!", Molly says gleefully.

"And New Years in Paris! I cannot wait! Bill already said he'd join us", Fleur adds excitedly.

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Later in the evening (after the Weasley parents left), the newfound friend group lazes around in the drawing room. Sirius tops off their empty glasses, and Brigitte puts on The Smith's Hatful of Hollow. She twirls around ethereally to the music, an escape from the craziness going on in their lives. It reminds them of simpler times. 

"Ughhhh, not that melancholic shit", Auguste complains before he marches to the record player.

"No! No, it's my records, Gus! I got hurt yesterday you have to be nice to me! I have to dance to something slow!", she whines while punching her brothers back.

"Get off me, you little leech!", he hisses while trying to browse through the vinyls, using one arm as a shield against her strikes.

"Be nice children. Love, just let her listen to the music, you can play whatever you want when we get back to your flat", Tonks offers.

"Yeah, Love", Brigitte bats her eyelashes mockingly. "She likes me more", she mouths to her brother.

Remus comes over to offer his hand for a dance, and Brigitte naturally falls into his chest. The leg injury has inhibited her usual moves, so they sway gently together like long beach grass in a summer breeze. Brigitte swears she can feel Remus trying to hold her up so she doesn't put any pressure on her leg. She drapes her arms around his neck and nuzzles into him further, inhaling his scent which is currently more woodsy than usual.

They're in their own little world, blissfully unaware of their friends taking a moment to admire the couple. Fleur, Tonks, and Sirius look at them in awe, like young children watching the prince and princess dance at the end of a movie. Auguste watches on suspiciously as Remus' hands roam his little sister's body.

"Isn't that precious?", Fleur whispers....

After about another hour of music and drinks, the visitors head home. Sirius pours himself one last whiskey and settles in a wingback chair across from Remus and Brigitte, who has her legs flung across the Lycanthrope's lap.

"So... we all good?", Sirius asks wiggling his eyebrows.

"I think so", Brigitte says, turning to Remus.

"We are. Very good", he confirms.

"Well, I'll leave you two love birds to it. I'm going to check on my own love bird", Sirius jokes and goes upstairs to see Buckbeak.

Brigitte shifts her body closer to Remus, feeling nervously excited to be alone with him again. He reaches his hand over and plays with her dainty fingers.

"I'm leaving very early in the morning, and I won't be back for a couple days, so I wanted to ask... if you would go on a date with me this Friday?", he asks while looking at their tangled hands. Brigitte is surprised to see his nervous body language; she's been waiting for him to ask for months.

"Is that even a question? Of course, Remus!", she chuckles while studying his handsome scars. She leans in and presses her lips to his, and for the next few minutes that's exactly where they stay.

Remus cups the back of Brigitte's neck and plays with her wavy hair as she mindlessly traces swirls with her fingers on his chest. They moan and melt into each other...

"I can't wait for you to get back. Please be safe, Lunaire", Brigitte urges with sad eyes.

He smiles at her crookedly and kisses her nose, "I will, I promise. I can't wait to come back ... to you".

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[not-poignant]

Since I am completely not ready to part with these characters from the series (that previous chapter was CRIMINAL!! MY COMFORT CHARACTER!!! GWYN, MY BOY!!! /cries), I'd like to ask, would it still be possible or would you ever consider of making another au for them? (Like the Nascent Diplomat, The Spoils of The Spoiled, etc.)

I don't like to ever rule anything out, but the fact is, right now, I just don't want to keep hurting those characters.

And that means I just don't want to write those characters as central characters anymore, outside of The Nascent Diplomat, which we can all agree is generally the softest and gentlest and most slow burn tenderest version of Gwyn and Augus that exists so far. But still has a fuckton of angst because like, it's me, and I hate writing fluff with every inch of my body until we get to the end or it's really really earned.

My general perspective is like, I've been hurting these characters pretty intensely for nearly a decade, across millions of words, the equivalent of tens of books, and they've earned a break, and so have I, lol. I have new characters to hurt, lmao.

(This is where fanfiction is a wonderful thing, imho).

I am still writing Fae Tales AUs, for example Underline the Black will be an Efnisien/Gary AU with some familiar Fae Tales faces, but I don't plan on centralising Gwyn and Augus in an AU or main story outside of The Nascent Diplomat (or maybe a oneshot or two) for hopefully a good long while - like half a decade, maybe more. And by then, I really hope I've written enough new characters that there's a plenitude of options for AUs etc. across many, many characters.

I love love love so much that people love Gwyn and Augus so much. And I really love them too, they have - whether it's professional or not - become very well-realised, 'real' kind of personalities to me. And it's hit a point where I just kind of...get really drained hurting them. I mean it's very repetitive, it has been a decade basically, and it starts to feel like 'oh boy, guys, I've done nearly everything to you, and I think maybe you just deserve a quiet retirement in all your happy endings across all your stories.'

I also don't want to become a person who writes characters to make other people happy, who then becomes cynical and bitter towards the whole process, or who feels trapped. We've seen what happens in books and TV shows etc. when the creators and writers get tired of a franchise or a series - and to put it nicely - it turns to shit, and creators tend to stop focusing on the integrity of the story. So I'm bailing now, while I believe I've still done well by these characters, still love them, and am not sitting here feeling cynical or bitter because folks want me to write about them for another decade. Instead I get to feel grateful, a little sad, very excited, and relieved that I'm stopping outside of a gentle side story and soft landing. :)

Obviously for folks new to Augus and Gwyn - even if you're 'new' as in the last year, or two years, or five years - it might not feel like you've spent enough time with them. I am sorry for that! They have like the equivalent of 30 full-sized novels about them in serial format, and I am a little spent! I welcome you to realise what I have - which is that a version of those characters will always be with you, and you can create as many new stories for them as you like in your head, and there's always re-reading.

For me, personally, I will mostly just be writing them a lot of mental happy endings. 10 years of being under my very brutal, angst-loving hands, and I think they've more than earned their retirement as my flagship OTP.

At least for another few years anyway. :D

#asks and answers #gwyn ap nudd #augus each uisge #fae tales #fae tales au #fae tales verse #gwyn will still be my queue administrator #and i'm not ruling out like responses to prompts etc. #i just...am stopping before i end up hating the repetition #it's a scary thing to do #but i can also tell in my heart and in my soul #that they are ready to rest #and i am ready to find new characters to hurt and then comfort #the nascent diplomat is the exception #and i don't think i could make myself write more than one chapter of that a month #because i want to be fresh with it and not like tired #it's a weird place to hit as a writer because i've never been here before actually #i just have so much love for these characters i can't tell you how much i think #after 10 years of hurting them #that i just now believe they really really really deserve a lengthy spell of joy #and isn't that strange and wonderful? writing is a strange art

[leanstooneside]

Koronco buster

1. combat Mr. Fawkes

2. lobster Mr. Fawkes

3. elective Mr. Fawkes

4. trapped Mr. Fawkes

5. opaque Mr. Fawkes

6. rundown Mr. Fawkes

7. exonerated Mr. Fawkes

8. tenderest Mr. Fawkes

9. literary Mr. Fawkes

10. exulting Mr. Fawkes

11. chapel Mr. Fawkes

12. fancier Mr. Fawkes

13. unmasked Mr. Fawkes

14. upstart Mr. Fawkes

15. metabolic Mr. Fawkes

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18. illustrative Mr. Fawkes

19. uninvited Mr. Fawkes

20. deluded Mr. Fawkes

21. veering Mr. Fawkes

22. unreasonable Mr. Fawkes

23. bandaged Mr. Fawkes

24. unintended Mr. Fawkes

25. reactive Mr. Fawkes

26. garbled Mr. Fawkes

27. emissary Mr. Fawkes

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29. lowcarb Mr. Fawkes

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31. speedy Mr. Fawkes

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34. blushing Mr. Fawkes

35. avaricious Mr. Fawkes

36. sprung Mr. Fawkes

37. shaker Mr. Fawkes

38. export Mr. Fawkes

[doughfaceddcpig]

Hennessy I want to turn you into a plant and water you and place you under the sun. You would be a Venus fly trap that would bite me but I would let you. You would be given the tenderest mulch and I would name you sugar plum

[dfcfanfics]

There's A Very New Girl In Town Miraculous Prompt of the Day

And You Are...?

Paris has come to know her as Slipstream. And anyone who sees her wants to know much, much more.

She appears a couple of years older than Ladybug or Chat Noir; perhaps seventeen, perhaps eighteen. Her golden hair contrasts against her sleek, blue-and-silver costume -- a costume which she appears poured into, despite its modest neckline. She turned up seemingly out of nowhere, on the scene of one of Hawkmoth's Akuma villains and having it on the ropes before Ladybug was close to arriving.

Her pinpoint control of wind ("All natural, no Miraculous," she says) and her gossamer, iridescent wings attached to her wrists and ankles ("Made from sweet dreams!" she giggled to Nadja Chamack. "I knitted them together in my sleep!") make her a creature of the air, in all of its forms from simple to extreme. She can hover atop a thought, soar through the air at breathtaking speed, deflect incoming objects or whip a drinking straw through a solid oak door. It might be easier to list what she can't do.

Her bubbly personality and positive motives made her a darling of the Parisian media overnight. She's infectiously cheery, confident in her abilities, extroverted and flirty, yet also a good team player... and it appears that she has a team in mind. In their four encounters to date, she's been an enthusiastic partner for Ladybug and Chat Noir. And if her manner around him is any indication, she's inviting Chat to ask about a different kind of partnership.

Chat's a bit starry-eyed. His Lady is right there, after all... and yet, even now while they're repairing some of the cracks in their partnership, she's still reluctant to even think about romance. Slipstream is right there, diligent and vibrant and beautiful, a great crimefighting partner, and vocally open to a "masks on" kind of dalliance with him. It's a veeeeery tempting situation... and he's starting to wonder how long he can resist.

Ladybug's not so sure about her. She is a definite asset to the team, especially in present circumstances when she needs all the allies she can get. She's a power source that Hawkmoth can't steal away, her motives seem pure, and she's willing to help; all good things.

So when she sees Slipstream acting kittenish with her partner, and Chat's flirting back... why does something just feel dangerous to her?

If only she knew...

The streak of blue light moved too quickly for most eyes to follow. It manifested itself outside the bedroom window of one Felix Graham de Vanily, allowing the wind around her to settle before opening it and climbing inside.

"Welcome back," Felix greeted her. "Things are still going well?"

"It sure seems so," Slipstream grinned. "The villains can't touch me, let alone hurt me. Chat Noir can't take his eyes off of me. Ladybug's staring daggers my way, but she needs my help, and she's agreeing to include me in their patrols and practice sessions.""

"Good. Keep that up," instructed Felix. "Divide and conquer. And your secret identity is turning out well?"

"Well..."

A shimmer washed over her, and the blonde bombshell turned into a dark-haired girl around the same size and age, wearing everyday clothing.

"The room I'm renting worked out just as you'd planned. No one seems to notice one more student coming or going," she noted. "And it's easy enough to play 'Simone.' Though I do feel a little bit funny about it... like I'm missing things. I'm still learning what it means to live on my own and pretend like I"m like everyone else. Putting out trash and garbage even though I don't... you know..."

"You certainly can eat and drink if you want to. You're built to be compatible with that," Felix encouraged her. "The sun and rain are your true power sources; spending time in either will recharge your batteries, so to speak. But you can do all the things that other humans do."

"But I'm not human. Not really."

Felix leaned in close, eye-to-eye with her. "You're not just human. You're more than human," he insisted. "We've been over this. If the press or the heroes ask, just say 'Part of me is human, part of me is something else' and leave it at that... but never, ever doubt that you're real."

"Th-thank you, Daddy."

At that, Felix snorted. "I have told you so many times, I made you but I am NOT your father! I am more like your brother," he snapped. "And I want you to think of me that..."

Her fit of giggles told him that she'd wound him up on purpose, and he grimaced at her ease at reading him.

"All right, all right. If you need more money for everyday expenses, come here and get it. Your speed ensures that neither Ladybug nor Chat Noir can follow you here," he smiled. "And being a student is not just your cover; it is how I want you to spend your free time. Learn everything you can about everything that appeals to you. Simone, you are not just a tool for a task."

He leaned in again, looking serious. "You will be my gift to the world," he intoned. "My wonderful heroine, my timeless protector of Paris, eternally young and beautiful and brave. Nothing will stop you; nothing is beyond your reach. I could only make one Sentibeing with the Peacock... and I chose to make you, Simone. There's a reason for that."

"I understand... B-Brother," she managed.

"And to make sure that happens, that you grow to the heights of your potential and beyond, your mission is..."

Her bright smile faded. "To play along until I can get Chat Noir alone and undefended, then snatch his ring and fly it to you as fast as I can. Then to do the same to Ladybug."

"You don't like that."

"I don't. They're both... they're such good people. I want to live up to their standards, not to hurt them."

"We can give them back their Miraculous when we're done with our plan. They'll still be heroes. But once our Wish comes true... all Sentibeings will be real. Forever."

"Now... go make me proud," he ordered her. She responded with a grin and a wave, then streaked off back towards Paris.

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You are all that I said and more, Felix thought. You are designed to be a perfect wedge between Ladybug and Chat Noir, an angle that my uncle never thought of. His loss, I suppose.

And you will teach the world what we Sentibeings are capable of. That we belong. That we are the FUTURE.

But first, you are a valuable test of my primary opponent, he mused. I have seen what she does with inhuman-looking Sentis, and I am absolutely appalled.

On the day that she learns where you truly came from... will she hesitate to kill again?

Or will my fears be confirmed?

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #prompt #season 4 spoilers #strike back spoilers #post-season 4 #ladybug #chat noir #oc #felix graham de vanily #sentimonsters #the tenderest trap #ladybug -- monster slayer #new girl in town

[some-stars]

Geralt's kink - making tender love to his bard, soft and sweetly. Hes absolutley devoted to the bard, who sees Geralt in his entirety, and knows Geralts dark history. Jaskier unbelievably still loves him, body and soul. There is no way that Geralt is ever letting him go. He tries to show Jaskier through sex, the only way he knows how.

this prompt has been sitting here for a MONTH and i’ve been staring at it lovingly the whole time and tonight, writer’s block has driven me to finally actually write it. warning for SAP and also i guess explicit sex. Usual disclaimer that I can’t edit answers to asks or the readmore disappears so please forgive any typos, etc.

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He doesn't always know what to do with Jaskier's love.

It's so obvious, so everpresent—in the way Jaskier's voice brightens when he sees Geralt for the first time in a while, the way his whole body lights up and turns toward Geralt like a sunflower no matter where they are or what he's doing. It's in the soft way Jaskier talks to him at night under the stars, murmuring inconsequential nonsense about songs and stories and constellations and where they should head next, the slow contented thump of his heartbeat underlying all his words. It's in the careful way Jaskier touches him when he's wounded, the trembling hands dragging him back to camp accompanied by a steady stream of curses, or the surprisingly steady fingers smearing salve on his gashes and cuts and bandaging him as they sit side by side on their bed at an inn. It's in the genuine umbrage Jaskier takes whenever an alderman cheats Geralt out of his full pay, or an innkeeper turns them away at the sight of his golden eyes, and the way if Geralt lets him get one too many drinks in him he's liable to start a bar fight he can't even remotely finish at the first "damned witcher freak" he hears.

It's in everything, the way Jaskier loves him; it always has been, and Geralt...doesn't know how to be loved. He grunts when Jaskier talks to him, he mutters awkward thanks when Jaskier patches him up, he can't always manage to let himself smile when they reunite. It shames him, how little he can give Jaskier in return for his seemingly bottomless font of love; it shakes him, how much he's come to need it anyway—to depend on it, in the long months when they're apart, in the cold winters when he's trapped pacing Kaer Morhen with his brothers wishing he'd had the courage to invite Jaskier this year at last.

Geralt doesn't know how to be loved, and so it was a relief when Jaskier finally—heart thumping in his chest like a panicked rabbit—finally kissed him, a desperate hard kiss, and fast, like he didn't think he'd get away with it for long. Because this, this, he understands. This doesn't ask for words, or smiles, or anything except his attention, and he's happy to give it; except his gentleness, which he so rarely has opportunity to use.

From the stories Jaskier's shared of his countless tumbles, Geralt knows he does things differently with them. He knows sex can be wild and rough, frantic and fierce, and all the more fulfilling for it. But he doesn't want to be mistaken. If this is the only way he can respond—if this is the only answer he can give to Jaskier's steadfast, overflowing love for him—then he will be careful.

This time, like so many times before, he eases Jaskier's doublet off his shoulders, and sets it on a chair. He dips his head down to kiss at Jaskier's throat, worrying the tenderest spots gently with his teeth until Jaskier lets out a long, pleased sigh and tilts his head back, offering up more skin to be kissed. Geralt leans him back gently against the bed, licking and sucking lightly at the spot just under his ear that drives him wild, as he untucks Jaskier's undershirt and slides his hands up under it through the thick dark curls there, feeling for Jaskier's heartbeat, feeling every quickening breath.

"Darling," Jaskier breathes, and they kiss, Jaskier nibbling at his bottom lip the way he knows Geralt likes. He knows so much now; they've learned each other so well. They kiss until Geralt pulls away and pushes Jaskier's shirt up around his arms, a silent request; Jaskier wriggles out of it and raises his eyebrows until Geralt does the same with his own.

Like this Jaskier looks so much more than in his usual attire, the full breadth and strength of his shoulders exposed, and the soft hair on his chest inviting Geralt to rub his face in it, breathing in deep the scent he loves more than any other in the world. He thinks, and knows he could never say, that the smell of Jaskier's body is the closest thing he has to a home anymore; that he cannot be at home without it.

They've done everything imaginable with each other by this point. Some nights Jaskier rolls Geralt over and presses up against his back and fucks him, or slicks up Geralt's thighs and fucks between them, murmuring soft words to him all the while, pressing kisses to the back of his neck. Those nights might be Geralt's favorite, when nothing escapes his mouth but moans and rough pleas and Jaskier somehow hears him anyway, when he can abandon himself to being used and pleasured and cherished. But tonight—

Winter is coming soon enough, and Geralt hopes he'll be able to ask Jaskier to come with him this time, and knows he won't, but he can show Jaskier, if he can't do anything else. He can work Jaskier's trousers and underclothes down, taking care not to damage the fabric, and drape them over the chair with his doublet so they don't wrinkle. He shucks off his own trousers in haste, and his underclothes, and then Jaskier is naked and smiling up at him, not reaching for Geralt anymore but just lying sprawled and loose and beautiful, because of course he understands what Geralt wants tonight. That Geralt wants to take care of him.

He kisses down Jaskier's chest, one hand entwined in Jaskier's and the other tracing little patterns through his curls, over his skin. Jaskier's cock is already halfway to standing by the time Geralt reaches it, and Geralt takes him into his mouth, eager to feel him swell and harden. He sucks gently, his free hand carefully cupping Jaskier's balls and gently stroking them, and before long his mouth is truly full, enough that he has to carefully relax his throat around the welcome intrusion. He moves up and down steadily, working his tongue over the tip when he comes up, swallowing around Jaskier's cock when he goes down, until Jaskier is babbling and then until he's moaning, past words, hips trembling and jerking  in little motions he can't hold back. He's squeezing Geralt's hand, equally unwilling to let go, and when Geralt finally pulls off with a slick wet sound he shudders all over.

"Want you in me," he moans, "please," and Geralt wants nothing more than to comply. The oil is on the nightstand, and Jaskier's legs spread easily when Geralt pushes them open and back. He knows Jaskier can take him without preparation, after all the times they've done this, but he fingers him anyway, just for the pleasure of it, for the sounds he makes, high and quavering, as Geralt probes for the best spots, slides in and out, rubs the slick pads of his fingers over Jaskier's open hole just to tease before finally sliding an oil-slick hand over his cock and lining himself up.

"Please," Jaskier is panting, sweat beading on his brow already as he stares up at Geralt with utterly unguarded eyes, "please, please—" and Geralt gives him what he wants, presses in slowly, carefully, more careful than he needs to be just for the pleasure of being careful. Jaskier whines and squirms until Geralt is as deep as he can get, their hips joined, Geralt bent over Jaskier close enough to kiss, sharing shallow frantic breaths.

Geralt doesn't kiss him, but he does rub his face against Jaskier's like a cat as he starts to fuck him, slow deep strokes that jar him up the mattress each time. Jaskier moans loudly each time Geralt drives home, each thrust shaking another raw noise from his lips, and it's only a minute later that Jaskier's breathing picks up and the flush on his throat spills up to his face and ears, and Geralt knows he's close.

He sits back enough to get a hand between them and watches Jaskier's face intently as he strokes him, steady and firm, watches the way Jaskier falls utterly to pieces, defenseless, and comes with a loud high cry in Geralt's hand, squeezing tight and rhythmic around his cock. Geralt fucks him through it, knowing better than to stop, but when Jaskier is finally shivering through the last of it and gulping for breath, he slows to a stop, not pulling out but not moving.

"Okay?" he says—almost a whisper—and waits for Jaskier's loose, lazy nod before moving again. He knew it would be; knows Jaskier loves to come on his cock and then get fucked through the aftershocks, limp and pliable and overwhelmed with almost too much pleasure. But he asks anyway, because he wants to be told yes.

So Geralt keeps fucking him, bent over as close as he can get, the hand that's not holding him up tracing shapes on Jaskier's face as he drives himself closer and closer. Jaskier talks to him, when they're like this, when he's come and Geralt hasn't. Tells him how beautiful he is, how good he is to Jaskier, how kind and gentle and loving, and Geralt is always too close to the edge to protest. He can't even close his eyes against it, because he needs to see Jaskier—needs to see his fill, store up the memory of his blissful slack face, his dilated pupils, the deep red stain of his flushed skin, the way his lips shape the words that undo Geralt utterly, finally, as his thrusts turn fast and frantic and he finally comes into Jaskier's welcoming body.

When it's over, he slips out as gently as he can and lies down, and lets Jaskier wrap his arms around him, tentatively—every time—wraps his own arms around Jaskier, never quite sure that he'll fit. He always does, though. They fit together very well.

#the witcher #my fic #prompt fills #Anonymous

[kodzuken-chan]

Yui Chwannn~~~ Can I ask for a date scenario/HC for Luffy with Reader please! I really want to see some Luffy Fluff badly.. in my opinion Luffy has the Best fluff after Sanji, Ace because he is such a innocent cutie pie and I love him.💜💜 please ignore if you are busy. 😊 take care!

A/N: Hiii @vemuabhi chwaaan, i swear your requests are the cutest, I only get butterflies when i just think about it~

So I did this as HC and I hope you like it~^^

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A Date with Luffy Headcanons

You have just reached an island after 2 weeks of sailing

Sunny docked at the island's shores and everyone decided to go down and explore

And since it has been 2 weeks, you were out off many supplies .so basically Sanji was in charge off buying them along with Nami, Robin, Chopper

Brook and Zoro wandered together, and Zoro got lost

Franky and Usopp stayed on Sunny to do some maintenance

Luffy had already promised to take you on a date on their next stop so yeah

Usually Luffy likes chaotic dates, but this time you told him that you wanted to have relaxing date

Eventually you decided to go on a picnic in one of the island's green meadows

You both sat and took out the food from the basket and Luffy digged in

" Yummy!!!!!This is so delicious (Y/N)!!!!!did you make these?!!" And you nodded with the widest grin

Slowly the cool breeze began to blow and it sent you a wonderful feeling

Soon you were done with food, you glanced at Luffy and he looks so realxed

His eyes were closed as he enjoyed the breeze on his skin, and here your heart skipped a beat

Damn he looks so handsome yet soft

"Hey Luffy... you can lay down here" as you pointed at your lap

It was as if he was waiting for you to say that to him, he immediately shifted to a laying posting

He took out his strawhat, placed his head on your lap and then put his hat on your head

He glanced softly at you placing on your hair strands behind your ear

"I Love you" he says as he smiles softly

Oh darn it your heart is about to leap out of your chest, this sooo cute and its rare to have this Fluffy Luffy bcs yeah he's chaotic most of the time

He suddenly moved his hand to the nape of your neck and made you lean down to his face

Then placed his lips on yours in the tenderest kiss ever, your eyelids slowly shut to feel his love waving inside of you

Few seconds later, he pulled off, gaze never leaving yours as you stroked his blackish hair.

Suddenly he got up change his position to sit right next you

" Is there something wrong Luffy?"

"No but i don't want to relax alone, come on, lay down with me" as he abruptly pulled you down to lay next to him

He pulled you closer and now you're trapped in his embrace and his leg was tangled with yours

His chin was resting on the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around your back and waist

You loved this feeling, you loved him, you're glad that he's yours

Now you desperately want the time to stop for a while, to stay in this position longer

The cool breeze, the tree shadow above you, the meadows aroma and most importantly, his warmth and scent

It gave you a feeling of peace, it sent you butterflies in your tummies.

"Luffy.." you called almost whispering

He hummed in response

"Thank you for Loving me" you said as you snuggled more into his chest

You could feel him peeking your forehead with his warm smiley lips, never taking them away

You stayed like that until the sunset

You knew for sure that you won't forget these feelings forever as you'll treasure it deeply inside your heart❤️

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece strawhats #one piece scenarios #one piece imagine #one piece headcanons #Luffy x reader #luffy scenario #luffy imagines #luffy headcanons #Monkey d luffy #straw hat luffy #Mugiwara no Luffy

[chalkrevelations]

So, Word of Honor Ep 23, and LISTEN. This is going to be another long one. We are in it, now.

(Clearly, spoilers, so if you’re thinking you might want to start watching and don’t want to know everything up front, scroll away and come back after you watch the ep.)

Look, I’m just gonna talk about this first because I can’t even process anything else, or function, until I get this out of the way: I came for the bl and the pretty boys, but at this point, I have to reiterate what I said after Ep 22, that I am so grateful Zhou Ye got her fingers into Gu Xiang and absolutely refused to let go of this role, through everything. She’s going on my actors-to-follow list, and I’ll also be following scriptwriter Xiao Chu into whatever she writes from now on. A little bit, I’ve come out of Ep 23 thinking, did anything else even happen, other than That Scene with A-Xiang and Wen Kexing? (Oh, yeah, That Other Scene with Wen Kexing and Cao Weining about Gu Xiang.) The show is going to have to work to top That Scene for me. The first time watching, I couldn’t even really focus on how the Gu Xiang/Cao Weining and Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu relationships continue to reflect each other and how everything A-Xiang expresses during this conversation is exactly what Wen Kexing feels/fears about himself but cannot say out loud. All of that was there, and I mentally picked through it and unpacked it some more on a re-watch of the scene, but the first time through, I was too busy being legit distressed about Gu Xiang’s fear and pain and how desperately she wants this new thing and how afraid she is, not only of fucking it up or having it fucked up for her, but of getting it. Last night at dinner I compared this storyline to a kind of reverse Persephone story, where she’s being pulled by her lover OUT of the land of death, but is nevertheless having to leave behind everything and everyone she knows and is familiar with, including her beloved brother/parent figure. And all this after being told for essentially her whole life that what she’s doing is forbidden and unworkable, that the human world and the world of Ghost Valley do not mix. (We just saw Wen Kexing have his own little mental stall over this, just so the show can make sure we don’t forget.) And Gu Xiang is so unprepared for all of this and so terrified by it, despite the fact she wants it so badly, that she literally cannot do anything - this shining, clever, fierce girl who will stab you if you look at her the wrong way because she’s been taught to survive above all else - she can’t do anything other than sit down with her arms wrapped around her knees pulled to her chest so that she’s the smallest target possible, protecting all the tenderest, most vulnerable places, and weep. Y’all, it is killing me even thinking about it. I might have to take a minute.

So, then they come at me with the second hit of the one-two punch, which is the scene between Wen Kexing and Cao Weining, where Wen Kexing talks about how this little girl not only saved him, but he calls her meimei, and at that point, I’m done. I’m just. There’s nothing else I need right now from this show. I realize this is supposed to be a story about Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu, and up until now, my ride-or-die has been Zhou Zishu, but whatever. Fine. I WANT TO LIVE HERE AT LI MANOR FOREVER, SHOW, WHY MUST A-XIANG AND CAO-XIONG GO BACK TO HIS SECT? Listen, I think it is a far, far better idea if Cao Weining marries in to Four Seasons Manor, and Gu Xiang’s paternal figure is the ... lol, I almost just called him the Ghost General ... he is who he is, so frankly, I don’t know why he should be so concerned about following social conventions, like having daughters of the house marry out. (I know you think you’re protecting her, Lao Wen, but YOU ARE BREAKING UP THE FAMILY. I need them to stay with the rest of you forever. I need Zhou Zishu to continue to call A-Xiang a “good girl,” because I suspect that hasn’t happened very often in her life, and she needs more of it.) Then, as a last kick in the ribs, once I’m down, the show has WKX tell A-Xiang that she’s not a wild girl because she’s his girl. Thanks, show, I didn’t need my heart for anything like pumping blood to oxygenate my brain or any of my body parts. It’s OK. I can do without it.

Anyway, going back and looking at multiple story-telling levels of all this, there’s the additional issue that during That Scene, A-Xiang is also a proxy for Wen Kexing, saying things that he can’t. (For emotional and psychological reasons within the show, and for practical reasons because they probably wouldn’t pass censorship.) Maybe some things that he can’t even let himself think, at this point. So every time, from here on out, when Zhou Zishu asks Wen Kexing about his past and Wen Kexing momentarily freezes with that trapped look on his face, we can think back to this conversation with A-Xiang and realize that Wen Kexing is terrified by his relationship with Zhou Zishu, despite how desperately he wants this new thing. He is so afraid of fucking it up, but he’s also so afraid of getting it, and he’s so unprepared for it that he literally cannot do anything - this fierce survivor, this ghost king, who will crawl over corpses and skin a guy alive and kill you if you look at him the wrong way because almost (almost) all he’s known is to survive above all else - he cannot do anything except mentally and emotionally curl up so that he’s the smallest target possible, protecting all the tenderest, most vulnerable places. So thanks, show, for what promises to be a repeated exercise of stabbing me in the heart.

Just a little bit more about these scenes: I also think we’re getting at least one, maybe two other foils in the story-telling, which are more about the Wen Kexing-Gu Xiang relationship. Maybe less supported but nevertheless intriguing, I have to wonder if, when he took on that little girl despite (or maybe because of) still being essentially a child himself, Wen Kexing was trying to re-create - even subconsciously - something of the shixiong-shidi relationship he experienced for that brief time with Zhou Zishu as a child. Yes, she saved him by making him keep his heart, because he had this actual nurturing relationship to at least try to model their relationship on. I also think that we’re maybe supposed to be seeing them as a foil to Xie Wang and his AWFUL yifu, who appears to have taken on a kid and turned him into a murder weapon not in any effort to help him survive, but to use him as a tool in his quest for power. Both Wen Kexing and Zhao Jing have produced Poorly Socialized Murder Babies Who Love Them Very Much, but I think Wen Kexing actually had his kid’s best interests at heart, as he understood them, and tried to do the best he could with the extremely broken tool box he had to hand. Also, he loves her back. All that doesn’t mean she’s not fucked up or necessarily any better prepared for the “human” world than Xie Wang, but it may have made the difference between an amoral murder baby who can learn better and an actual sociopath.

In other comparisons, that first convo of the ep between Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing - when ZZS says that he doesn’t want to see more sins on WKX’s hands - is essentially the same convo that Cao Weining had with Gu Xiang in the previous ep, when he tells her that he wants her to be more careful because he knows she actually will feel bad for killing innocent people. This is the same conversation because these two relationships are the same relationship. (Note, I don’t think they started out like this, or that their beginnings were all that similar. Cao Weining was much more of a pursuer and initiator than Zhou Zishu was, in the beginning. But I think the courses of the two relationships have converged, at this point, with Cao Weining and Zhou Zishu knowing what they want and being all in, while Gu Xiang and Wen Kexing also want it but are too fucking scared of it for practically the same reasons.)

Meanwhile, speaking of Xie Wang - what are you up to Xie’er? Do you want the Water of Lethe so you can drink it and get over your awful yifu? Are you finally at the point that you’re doing some critical thinking about this relationship? Or do you want the Water of Lethe so you can slip it to your awful yifu, so that he’ll forget about his obsessions with power that prevent him from focusing on YOU? You call Beauty Ghost an idiot, but I think you may be empathizing (though not sympathizing) a bit much with the women of the Department of the Unfaithful.

Finally, that brief little moment of Zhou Zishu’s face when Wen Kexing spits out his wine after stealing it from him ... Oh, god. You didn’t realize how bad it tasted, did you? Your sense of taste is going.

#zhou ye #gu xiang #wen kexing #zhou zishu #cao weining #xie wang #word of honor #little and broken #but still good #word of honor episode reax

[idreamofplaid]

My Omega

Square Filled: Omegaverse for @spnkinkbingo & Wincest for @spnabobingo

Characters:alpha!Dean x omega!Sam; Sam x Brady (past)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Dom/Sub; punishment; butt plug; paddling; orgasm delay; jealous Dean; mention of sex clubs, cock ring, orgasm denial, voyeurism, name calling; praise; handjob; hurt/comfort; aftercare

Summary: Dean is not very pleased with Sam’s past activities while he was at Stanford. When he acknowledges the role he played in what happened, he has a change of heart.

Word Count: 2510

A/N: This is smutty, angsty, fluffy Wincest. Dean safe words out without saying the word. It’s unbeta’d. Any mistakes are mine. If you’re interested in being a beta for any future Wincest, message me. It’s a specific taste, I know. The same for A/B/O. Message me if you’re into A/B/O and would be interested in beta reading for me.

Created for @spnkinkbingo & @spnabobingo

“You did what?” Dean put down the gun he was cleaning and turned to stare at Sam with a hard and disbelieving look.

Sam continued to work on engraving a devil’s trap into the bullet in his hand, looking up only briefly at Dean. He was unfazed by his Alpha’s disapproval. It wasn’t that Sam was a rebellious Omega, just the opposite. Pleasing Dean was his top priority, and he was a dutiful and submissive Omega; but he hadn’t been Dean’s Omega when he was at Stanford. 

Sam repeated, “I went to sex clubs.” His statement was nonchalant at best and defiant at worst to Dean’s ears.

Dean sat back in his chair, his head shaking back and forth and his mouth hanging open. “You got up on a stage and let people look at you being fucked by...by….” Dean flung his hand up into the air and let it fall back to the chair arm with a thud; his eyes began to darken with an intensity that meant he was ready to punish Sam for what he’d done and his attitude about the whole thing. 

Sam heard the tone in Dean’s voice, causing him to look up from what he was doing and see the dangerous expression in Dean’s eyes. He made an attempt to right his mistake, knowing he was walking a very fine line. “I didn’t say I was an exhibitionist, Dean. Just because you go to those places, doesn’t mean you perform for the crowd. Even if I had, you weren’t my Alpha then. We were still denying that.”

Dean stood, moved into Sam’s space, and somehow managed to tower over his 6’4” brother. “What did you say to me? I have always been your Alpha, Sam.” Sam knew he was in trouble, and it was causing the slick to begin to pool in his pants. “If anyone touched or saw what’s mine, you should be punished, shouldn’t you? Did that happen, Sam?”

Dean’s voice had dropped into a deeper register, and Sam had dropped the bullet he’d been holding. He lowered his head. “Yes, Alpha, it did.” 

Dean put his hand under Sam’s chin and tilted his face up. “I think you know what that means.” Sam’s eyes were already pleading for Dean’s forgiveness. “Go present yourself on our bed and wait for me.” 

The walk through the bunker to their room seemed longer than usual to Sam. Anticipation was humming through his veins, and his cock was hardening more with each step. By the time he’d stripped, climbed onto the bed, and positioned himself on all fours his breathing had gotten faster; and his heart was pounding. He knew whatever Dean had planned for him was going to hurt, and it would make him come unbelievably hard.

Sam lowered his head so his cheek was resting on the bed and reached back to spread his cheeks and wait for Dean. By the time his Alpha entered the room, his cock was bobbing in the air, and the slick was running down his thighs. He shuddered when Dean spoke. “Look at you. So gorgeous, Sam. Needy and waiting for me to do whatever I please, whatever I think you deserve.” Without warning, Dean pushed two fingers into Sam’s opening. Sam was so wet, he took them with little resistance, and Sam gasped. “You like the way that feels, my Omega?”

Dean found Sam’s prostate and rubbed it, causing his brother to keen. “Please, Dean.” Sam wanted to all out beg, but he knew better. He was being punished; that meant taking what Dean gave him and nothing more.

Dean pulled his fingers from Sam’s body as abruptly as he’d pushed them in. “Did I tell you that you could say anything?”

“N...no, Alpha.” Sam was still holding himself open for whatever Dean wanted to do to him next, and he dug his fingers into his own skin when he felt the blunt head of the plug against his hole. He had a good idea of what was going to happen next. 

The plug was wide, not nearly as big as Dean’s knot, but it was stretching Sam nicely and pushing into his prostate. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out. If Dean wanted to hear him, he’d say so. “Drop your hands, Sam.” Dean’s voice had gone quiet and heavy with purpose. He was an Alpha intent on reclaiming his Omega and teaching him a lesson. Sam let go of his ass and placed his hands palms down on the bed on either side of his head.

Dean cupped Sam’s right cheek in his hand and squeezed. This ass belongs to me, Sam. It belonged to me when you were at Stanford. Do you know how I like my ass, Sam?” Unsure if Dean actually wanted an answer, Sam stayed quiet. It was the right decision because Dean kept talking. “I like it a nice dark pink and sore from my spanking when I fuck it.” Dean gave Sam’s ass a practice swat with his hand, and then added a few more to warm him up.

When the first strike of the paddle came, it was right over the center of Sam’s ass and pushed the plug deeper into him to crash against his prostate. Dean varied the location of the blows to get an even color over the entire surface of both cheeks, but wherever the paddle came down it always hit the plug, stimulating Sam’s prostate. “Don’t you dare come, little brother. Your orgasms belong to me too, and I’ll tell you when you can have one.”

Sam’s ass felt like it was on fire, and his cock was throbbing by the time Dean stopped. He’d thought again of begging his Alpha for release, but it wouldn’t have done any good. Everything was up to Dean, his Alpha. Dean dropped the paddle on the bed next to Sam’s head. “Omega, I want you to tell me exactly what it was you did in those clubs. How many times did you go? Who took you there? Who dared to touch what’s mine?”

Sam had clawed at the sheets the entire time Dean was spanking him and taking him right to the edge of orgasm without giving him that gift, and he was grasping a fistful of the bedding in both hands. It kept him from reaching back to rub his well paddled backside to try and soothe it. “It was only a c...couple of times. Brady took me there. It was him.”

Dean’s next words sounded tight, in a way that let Sam know he’d been clenching his teeth. “What did you let him do to you there, Omega?”

“We were in one of the private rooms. A few people were there, and they watched.” Sam closed his eyes and attempted to block out the memory. He had known he was Dean’s, knew Dean was his Alpha from the time he was fifteen and his first rut had hit him. That’s when he’d smelled it, Dean’s scent. He’d taken that smell all the way to California with him; he couldn’t run away from it. Sam woke up at night smelling cedar, bourbon, and vanilla. 

That scent was heavy in the air right now, and Sam inhaled it deeply. He wished he could wipe those days with Brady away, make it so they had never happened. He couldn’t, but he could show his Alpha his loyalty through his submission now. “What did they watch, Sam? What did you allow him to do to you?”

Sam took a deep breath. He wanted to cry, not because of how much the spanking had hurt or because he needed to come so bad his balls ached. Sam wanted to cry because he was ashamed he’d let Brady do those things to him when he had known he belonged to Dean, even if Dean hadn’t claimed him yet. “I let him tie me up and fuck me while they watched. I let him use me while I wore a cock ring and never got to come. I let him humiliate me. I let him call me names. He said I was his slut.” Sam’s voice broke when he said this last because he believed it. 

His eyes were still closed, and he wasn’t expecting to feel Dean’s fingers brush his hair from his face and comb through it. “Open your eyes, Sammy, and look at me.”  Sam slowly opened his eyes and saw that Dean’s expression had totally softened. “You are not a slut, Sam, and you never belonged to him. You’re my Omega, only mine.” Dean put his hand over Sam’s that was still holding tightly to the sheet. He rubbed his fingers over Sam’s clenched hand. “Let go, Sam.” Sam let his hand relax. “You were so good for me, Omega. You are always so good.”

Dean stretched out onto the bed next to Sam, his hand still over his Omega’s, and whispered to him gently. “Lie down on your side, Sammy. Let me take care of you.”  Dean helped Sam settle on the bed beside him, their faces only inches apart. Dean saw that Sam’s cock was just as red as his bottom, and it was leaking pre come that was running down the side of his shaft, making it unnecessary for Dean to use Sam’s slick as lube. 

Dean circled his hand around his Omega’s cock and started to stroke while he touched his lips to Sam’s in the tenderest of kisses. “Don’t hold back, my ‘Mega. Let me hear you. Come for me whenever you’re ready.” Dean speeded up the motions of his hand, causing Sam to moan deeply and call out his name over and over when he came. The come spurted from the end of Sam’s cock in long ropes that painted the flannel and t-shirt Dean was still wearing in white stripes. 

Sam blacked out from the force of his orgasm and didn’t hear Dean tell him he was a good Omega, but when his eyes fluttered open and he saw the look on Dean’s face; he knew. Dean didn’t say the words “I love you” much out loud, but the way he looked at Sam said it every bit as effectively; and Sam felt it. 

Dean took off his shirts, dropped them to the floor, and leaned down to kiss Sam’s temple. Sam was in a sex blissed haze, and there was only one thought in his mind. “Knot me, Alpha.”

Dean kissed his forehead again. “I will, baby. There’s nothing I want more, but let me finish taking care of you first.” Dean moved behind his Omega and pulled the plug from Sam’s ass; Sam moaned as the plug left his body, leaving him open and ready for the knot he wanted. Next, Dean took the salve from the drawer in the drawer in the bedside table that he kept there for times like these. He rubbed the cream into Sam’s flaming behind to ease the burn and lessen the heat. 

The Alpha stood and removed the rest of his clothes before he walked back around the bed to take his waiting Omega into his arms. Dean kissed Sam, tasting him, moving his tongue around Sam’s, and touching every spot in Sam’s mouth until Sam was saying through the kiss, “Alpha, knot, please.” Dean entered him fully with one smooth thrust and continued to kiss him up until the moment he filled his Omega with his seed. That’s when Dean broke the kiss, panting and growling. He put his mouth over the claim mark at the base of Sam’s neck and closed his teeth around it, but he didn’t bite him hard. 

Dean let go of Sam’s neck when his knot started to inflate, locking them together while more of his semen pumped into his Omega. He nuzzled against Sam’s scent gland and inhaled the rich sweet smell of caramel, coffee beans, and cinnamon. “You okay, ‘Mega?”

“I’m sorry, Alpha.” Sam’s voice was tinged with sadness. 

Dean lifted his head so he could look into his mate’s beautiful golden green eyes. “Why, Sam?”

The emotion was raw in Sam’s eyes. “I never should have let Brady touch me. It was wrong when I knew I was yours. What kind of Omega does that?”

Dean cupped Sam’s cheek in his hand. “Hey, don’t blame yourself for that. You would have never been with him if I had claimed you like I should have. That’s on me. I wasn’t the Alpha you needed.” Dean paused, and his gaze held Sam’s. “I wasn’t faithful to you either back then.” Dean’s knot was still at full size and caught on Sam’s rim. Dean was thankful for that right now, afraid that those words that reminded Sam of how Dean had rejected him and what was between them to turn to a meaningless string of women would make Sam want to pull away from him. 

Sam responded in a whisper. “I know, Dean. That’s why I left. I couldn’t stand to see you with someone else, knowing you were taking them to your bed. It hurt too much.” 

Dean could feel his knot beginning to shrink. If he could have willed it to stay the way it was, he would have. He wanted to keep Sam close, prove to him it was different. “I’m faithful to you now, Sam. I have been since I claimed you the first time we were together. I’ll always be faithful to you, Sam. I promise you that.”

Dean’s knot had completely deflated. It was time for him to separate his body from Sam’s, prompting the first words from his Omega. “Stay, Dean. Please don’t move yet.”

“Okay, Sammy. I won’t. I’ve got you. It’s okay now.” He ran his fingers through Sam’s hair some more; it calmed them both. “The way Brady treated you? If he was still alive, I’d want to kill him. You deserve so much more than that. I was just jealous before, Sam, but I didn’t have any right to be. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else being near you.”

“I have more than that now, Dean, so much more.” He kissed his Alpha on his full lips, and when Sam pulled away Dean’s deep green eyes were shining with love. “And I feel better now. I didn’t think about using my safe word even once. Every time you mark me, I like it. I wanted you to do what you did.”

Finally, Dean slipped from his Omega’s body. Sam closed his eyes, and Dean kissed his eyelids with feather light kisses. “I’ll be the Alpha I’m supposed to be for you, Sam, the one I always should have been. I should have protected you from people like Brady.”

When Sam opened his eyes, Dean could see the peace in them. “I feel safe now, Dean.” Sam was so open, so trusting, just like he had always been. Dean heard those words, and he felt forgiven. 

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[djxrxn]

precious

maul x reader drabble

warnings: none!

wordcount: about 650 words

summary: maul and you enjoy a sweet moment together when you’re down for an afternoon nap

The sun poked through the long, dark blinds, the speckles of sunlight dancing over your lover’s bare chest. You fingers danced over his skin, lazily tracing over his tattoos, following each intricate design until it finally trailed up to his collar bones.

When your hand reached up to cradle his cheek, Maul opened a single, yellow eye. “Are you aware that I am trying to sleep?” he hummed, his voice gentle and without any true malice.

You pulled your hand away from him. “Do you want me to stop touching you?” You asked softly.

He closed his eye with a sigh, and you kept your hand off of him, not wanting to push your luck. Maul wasn’t always the cuddly type — he tolerated your surprise kisses and little tugs on his hands. And you did suppose that he liked you enough to let you in his bed every night, letting you curl yourself into his chest and wrap your arms around him. Maul never really… rejected you, but you figured that asking him to cuddle up for an afternoon lothcat nap would be an extremely hard sell. He tolerated your affections, sure, but you knew Maul well enough to know that he did not prefer extreme affection or advances.

Maul barely rolled his eyes before he was already crawling underneath the sheets after you suggested it, much to your surprise.

A growl rumbled from Maul’s chest. His brow furrowed, and he opened both eyes to glare at you. “You stopped.”

“You didn’t say you wanted me to keep going,” you said coyly, unable to stop the smile crawling over your face.

His displeased look quickly turned into a snarl - he scrunched his up his nose, and his lips twitched as he bared a sliver of his teeth. “If you’re going to ridicule me—”

“I’m not ridiculing you,” you chirped. You could barely suppress the little giggle behind your throat.

Maul gave a sharp hum. You felt as he started to untangle his legs from yours, as his body started to shift.

You sat up, shifting your own body so that you could loom over Maul. Your hands moved to either side of his horned head, almost trapping him in his current position. “Hey, hey, hey,” you mumbled as you leaned down to kiss him.

Sometimes you forgot how warm Maul was, how much his internal temperature was when compared to your own. It was very present now, with his tongue dancing inside of your mouth, the sting of his teeth echoing across your lips. Maul felt like pure fire sometimes. He was aggressive, always, even in the most tenderest and gentle moments. All Maul knew how to be was sharp and explicitly there, and all you could do was bask in the intense glow of Maul’s adoration.

You pulled away to pepper his cheek and jaw with little kisses, and Maul let out a low sigh.

“You are as vexatious as you are precious to me,” he said softly, leaning into your affections.

You paused to looked at him. His face wasn’t scrunched up anymore, his voice wasn’t mocking or sarcastic. You felt you chest open and bloom at this honest declaration. You were precious to Maul

“You’re precious to me, too,” you breathed, rushing to kiss him again.

“I also said you were vexatious,” he huffed against your lips. “You are still annoying, no matter how precious.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You nestled your face into the crook of his neck, laying down on top of him. You curled your legs around Maul’s center, and Maul rubbed his hands along your spine.

 “Rest easy, my darling,” Maul purred into your ear, pressing a small kiss to your temple before you both slipped into a delicate sleep - even while you slumbered, you were safe and warm in Maul’s arms.

#i'm in the middle of midterms rn so a drabble is all i can do #i'm doing a few other drabbles #then mediator and haze up next!! #maul #darth maul #darth maul x you #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #maul x you #star wars

[det395]

a self-indulgent writing wrap up post

(thank you @jestbee​ for the word count tracker) 

i was less good at following daily goals than i was just having a few odd days binge-writing and catching up. quarantine made me lose motivation for school and work but i funnelled a lot of my energy into writing fic to ignore the world which is super responsible obviously

Fics posted:

Starlight (Star Wars, Poe/Finn)

Elegy to the Void (Star Wars, Poe/Finn)

Stay The Same (Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley)

Love (Fleabag, gen sorta)

Jigsaw Falling Into Place (Dan/Phil)

Dreams Tonight (Dan/Phil)

Love that I give (Dan/Phil)

Make Me Feel (Dan/Phil/original characters)

as long as i’m here (Dan/Phil)

I never wanted any other way to spend our lives (Dan/Phil)

Trapped in the dark, you found me (Dan/Phil)

Glitch (Dan/Phil)

The sun will always shine (Phil/original character)

I see it in your eyes (Dan/Phil)

In my arms I’ll catch you (Dan/Phil)

Whisper (The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue Series, Monty/Percy)

the sky is falling in (Hannibal, Hannibal/Will)

Bathe in the glow (Hannibal, Alana/Margot)

This beast that you're after (Hannibal, Hannibal/Will)

Tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks (Hannibal, Hannibal/Will)

scattered thoughts:

i wrote exactly 20 fics which satisfies me to find out they fit on one ao3 page

i posted 157,654 words on ao3. i have so many wips in docs rip

the first four fics i wrote were from various media that i watched and didn’t feel quite satisfied with and then after getting those thoughts out, my interest halted and i was at peace

recently i’ve been less invested in the phandom (though i’ll probably linger forever as my interest ebbs and flows, can’t abandon my first fandom or where all my best pals are) but i was surprised to see that over half of the fics i wrote this year were still for them. time is strange. remember the fun moodboard trend? i also have an unposted, mostly finished ginormous wip from summer that will see the light of day one day too bc it is my child that i am neglecting

i felt like jigsaw falling into place was underrated (am i allowed to say that about my own writing?) but that’s just bc it was essentially a confusing diary ramble 

i’m very proud of make me feel

why do i barely remember writing some of these fics? it was me being zoned out for half of quarantine i think

in my arms i’ll catch you is one of the most creative things i’ve written

writing hannibal fic has opened my eyes to the fun of writing surreal, almost supernatural elements and all of the potential there is in dark metaphors. my life is changed forever and my new kinks terrify everyone

i have so many ideas for hannibal fics. someone needs to stop me 

i am most proud of the sky is falling in. i had ambitious plans that i was sure were going to fall apart but it ended up pulling together in a way i am super happy with. i never lost momentum on it and it is now the longest story i have ever written. i got completely lost in it. this is one of the only fics i sometimes reread parts of and it feels like my child

tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks is the most recent thing i posted and the most popular thing i wrote all year based on kudos. also the 2nd most popular thing ive ever posted, which is cool and kind of funny that it’s had the least time to gain attention. not to toot my own horn again but it was one of those fics where when i wrote it, it just came out exactly how i wanted it to. and i made myself cry. i am so invested that i have almost 10k written of a sequel making everything worse.

i wish id written more fics about women. i wanted to write for killing eve but i struggled with their voices and didn’t have strong enough idea for them getting together. i also had an idea for waverly/nicole that didn’t pan out well. i have 6.4k of an abigail-centric and heavy-on-alana fic written that i also think is intimidatingly ambitious so i might mix it as a co-POV fic but we’ll see how it goes. i did read more f/f than i wrote this year but i guess i still have complicated feelings

the only consistency i have in fic title format is that all of them are based on songs

i may never be the grammar queen but i feel like my writing improved a lot this year and im proud of myself for getting so much out onto a page in some manner