#we still had people going with the 'oh yeah he runs around naked with only his scarf and is just a bastard overall' portrayal of him :( )

[beananium]

kaito why did they do you so dirty

#Bean Text #mutual reminded me of old vocal synth videos and fan content in general #and i had horrifying memories of being a little baby (13 year old) kaito fan #and finding out other fans (at least the older ones i saw as 'cool') saw him as a joke and a horrible guy and going. oh :( #the kaito bullying was non-stop back in 2017 #(there were the kermit jokes plus this was before sekai gave him a better official portrayal so. #we still had people going with the 'oh yeah he runs around naked with only his scarf and is just a bastard overall' portrayal of him :( ) #there were people that saw him as an actual character no doubt! but god the state of kaito fandom wasn't great

[daycourtofficial]

Sweet Dreams of Holly and Ribbon

Summary: you teach the Inner Circle about your home court’s tradition of mistletoe, and someone begins placing them all around the house to catch you underneath them.

Author’s note: this is heavily inspired by Operation Mistletoe by Wkemeup, so feel free to check that out.

“So you just hang them up so you can what- make out with people all the time?” Mor asks, confusion etched on her face as she takes a sip of her wine.

“Sounds awesome,” Cassian says, taking another bite of porridge.

You sigh, “well you don’t really do it to just make out with people,” sending a pointed glare at Mor. “Previous people viewed it as sacred for it’s healing properties, and many view it as a symbol of fertility. It’s only really grown in the Winter Court, but it’s a fun reminder of who we come from.”

Rhys leans forward, “I’m still confused about the kissing thing, I get using it as decor, I suppose. But why kissing?”

“Like I said,” you say, taking a bite of your cereal, “since it survives the winter and blooms during it; many view it as a sign of prosperity and fertility, so maybe people started kissing under it to prompt further fertility.”

Cassian huffs, “you just made sex sound so boring.”

You roll your eyes and point at Cassian, “you’re the one who asked me about winter court traditions for solstice!”

He glares at you, “yeah, well I was hoping you’d tell me you all jump in the lake naked every year.”

You laugh, “oh so you’ve heard of the polar bear plunge?”

Cassian stills, turning his head to look at you with incredible speed. “So you do do it!”

“Well, I don’t,” you say, picking up your glass to drink, “at least, not anymore.” You say with a wink.

Azriel speaks up, his soothing tone taking over the room. “So if you’re caught under the plant, you have to kiss?”

“It’s bad luck not to. You don’t have to kiss on the lips, most people kiss on the cheek or on the forehead.”

-

You woke up the next morning, coming down the stairs, clinging to the robe wrapped around your nightgown.

Coffee, then getting dressed. That was your plan, after all. You poured yourself a cup of coffee, a big perk to living with early risers being that there’s always coffee ready when you roll out of bed.

You start moving for the doorway to the dining room, to see if anyone is eating so you can say hi, when something catches your eye.

Right above you in the doorway is a sprig of mistletoe, tied together in a bundle with a red ribbon, hanging from the doorway.

You look at it, just as pretty as they are in your memories, the vibrance of the green capturing your attention, when you hear shuffling behind you. You go to turn to see who it is, when a large hand envelops the right side of your face, bringing your left cheek into contact with something.

Not something, someone. Someone’s kissing you on the cheek. Before you can process what’s happening, the warmth that was pressed against you is gone, and Azriel comes striding into view.

“Good morning,” he says nonchalantly, walking out of the dining room, nodding to Feyre as he passes her and out of the house.

You whip your head around to see if anyone else witnessed what just happened, and you see Feyre sitting at the table, a spoonful of porridge stuck midway between the bowl and her mouth.

“Did you- did that - see?” You ask, your flustered state making Feyre giggle in amusement. You bring your hand up to your cheek where he had pressed his lips to you.

You wrote it off as him getting caught up in the idea of mistletoe, until a few days later when you were heading into the library. Your head was down, trying to focus on not sliding since your shoes were still wet from the rain. You look up in time to keep yourself from running face first into someone’s chest.

You reach your arms out to steady yourself against them, apologizing for running into them, until you look up and find Azriel’s amused eyes looking back at you. You look above him, seeing he has run into you right underneath the mistletoe.

“We have to stop running into each other like this,” you joke, as you motion with your finger for him to come closer. You stand on your tiptoes, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him on his left cheek, perhaps lingering a bit longer than you should. Breathing in his piney scent one last time, you pull back, letting him continue on his day.

That night the entire group went out to Rita’s, attempting to have some fun despite the busy season. It seems like these days all of you are working double time to ensure you can keep the day of Solstice free from work.

All of you head upstairs to your private room, just large enough for your group to comfortably lounge about. Azriel stays behind, waiting for a tray of shots to take up the stairs. You decide to stay with him, opting to keep him company while he waits. You would offer to help him carry the drinks, however the shadowsinger’s height allowed him to manuever through the crowd with the tray much more swiftly than you could.

“Is all your solstice shopping done, then?” You ask the shadowsinger, knowing he most likely had finished his shopping months ago.

He flashes you a grin, one he reserves only for you. “Mostly, just little odds and ends left.”

You gasp, “As I live and breathe, Azriel hasn’t finished his solstice shopping? It’s a week away- you’re usually finished by September!”

He rolls his eyes at your playfulness. “There’s one gift left I’ve been waiting for - I just have to go pick it up.”

He leans his left arm against the counter, his body facing the room surveying the area.

“Who’s it for?” You ask, trying not to get too flustered at how close his body is to yours.

He leans in closer to your ear, as he whispers, “Beron.”

He laughs, pulling away from you. You try not to let the disappointment of the loss of his warmth show on your face.

You huff and cross your arms, “fine then, keep your secrets.”

“What about you?” He asks, nudging your foot with his, “any last minute shopping to do?”

You went through the gifts you had bought for everyone, very impressed with some of them. You got Nesta an advanced copy of the next Sellyn Drake novel, some enchanted canvases that allow multiple paintings on them, showing them like a moving picture for Feyre, a hand knit sweater from Winter for Rhys, an exquisite wall mirror for Mor.

Yet you couldn’t figure out what to get the male in front of you. Do you go with simple, so he doesn’t think you tried too hard? Or do you go all out, lay all of your feelings for him out there?

Before you can answer, the bartender presents Azriel with the tray of shots, so you lead him through the crowd of people, walking up the stairs.

You go to turn around and make a comment about how unfair it is that he can manuever through the crowd so easily, when you feel him gently place a hand on your upper arm, sliding down, lifting your hand up to his mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.

Your cheeks heat immediately, as he lets go of your hand, pointing above the two of you, where someone has crudely hung a mistletoe plant above the top of the staircase.

He smiles at you, “tradition, right?“ before sauntering into the room to boisterous cheers that the alcohol has arrived.

The next few days pass and more and more mistletoe made appearances. You found yourself running into Azriel underneath them, wondering if he was catching anyone else under them.

Rhys was grumbling about his house being ruined by the plants, crudely hung by a nail from doorways, arches, balconies, really any surface, but the rest of you seemed to enjoy them.

Azriel wasn’t the only one you ran into underneath them, having run into Cassian a few times, who loved making a big show of it whenever you two were caught under one.

“Oh, sweetheart! We’re caught under the mistletoe! Whatever will we do?” He dramatically, and quite loudly, said to you one morning.

“Good morning Cassian,” you say, as he wraps his arms around you, planting an overly dramatic kiss to your cheek.

He pulls away, letting you go, starting to walk off, but he turns around and smirks while looking somewhere behind you before he’s gone. You look around, but can’t find anyone nearby.

You weren’tt the only one caught under the plant, with most members of the inner circle caught once or twice underneath the plant. You had caught a glimpse of Elain and Lucien underneath one, turning on the spot to provide them with some privacy.

You got caught under it with Nesta, who kissed you on the lips like her life depended on it. The kiss caused Mor to wolf whistle at you two, and Cassian had to pry Nesta off of you after he felt like it was lasting too long.

But it was mostly Azriel, him always catching you when you’re walking through a threshold where the mistletoe is dangling. He had kissed your forehead, your hands, the top of your head, but usually it was on your cheeks, and as much as you enjoyed the kisses, each time you secretly hoped he’d kiss you on the lips.

Rhys sighs, walking into the living room to find that Azriel and Cassian have already been by here, the room covered in mistletoe. From his beautiful crystal chandelier (a delicate heirloom, he grumbles), to the doorways where they’re crudely hung (those nails will leave holes!), to the ones hanging from the ceiling (really?), Rhys is tired of the plant.

The fresh scent of it coats the room, as he walks towards his mate and hangs his head in her shoulder. “What did I do to deserve this?” He grumbles to her.

She giggles, closing her book, “come on, it’s only a few more days, Azriel has some plan cooked up.”

His grip on her loosens, his body going even more slack against her, “yes but why does my house have to suffer for it?”

She coos, stroking his hair as he pouts.

“I think it’s romantic. Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining when I caught you under one last night.” She waggles her eyebrows suggestively, as Rhys begins kissing her neck.

As if he summoned them, Cassian and Azriel come back through, holding massive bags of mistletoe.

“I’m just saying, Az, you’re going through a lot of effort. I say you just plant one on her.” The general says, shrugging.

Azriel rolls his eyes at his brother, “Not everyone is wooed by someone just ‘planting one on them’.” He replies, using finger quotes at the end.

Cassian sets down his bag as a grin overtakes his face, “so you are trying to woo her.”

Azriel gives him a look that would terrify a lesser man.

“Considering the effort he’s going through, Cass, it’s quite obvious what he’s trying to do,” Rhys responds, “even though he’s ruining my house to accomplish it for a girl who looks at him like he created the night sky.”

Feyre tuts at Rhysand, as he straightens off of her. “Well, I find it sweet, Az. And this is my house too, so continue on.”

Azriel smiles at his high lady, grabbing Cassian’s bag of mistletoes as he walks out, blatantly ignoring Rhys and Feyre’s intense staring at each other as they are obviously arguing telepathically.

-

You had left for the day before Solstice to return to Winter to drop off some gifts, but hurried back to Night to be able to spend all day Solstice with your new family. You returned to find the house a green chaotic mess, with mistletoe hanging everywhere. Dozens and dozens of sprigs sprouting from the ceiling, almost looking like a garden on the ceiling.

You can’t find Azriel anywhere, unsure of where he’s gone off to. You actually get caught under a mistletoe with both Rhys and Feyre, each of them kissing you on the cheek, Rhys muttering something about not letting live plants in the house anymore as he pulls away.

You eventually retire to your room, deciding if you can’t find the spymaster, you’ll take a nap to prepare for the evening’s festivities. It’s the night before Solstice, and everyone seems to usually spend the days leading up to the holiday drinking their asses off.

Later that evening, after you took a glorious nap, a nice bath, and spent a while getting dressed and ready, you went up to Azriel’s door, knocking softly on the wood.

He opens the door after a moment, taking longer than he usually does, and he smiles down at you, his build taking up the entire doorframe.

“Hey Az, can you come to my room for a sec? I need your help.”

He nods, closing his door behind him, following you across the hall into your room. You open your door, letting him into your space, and shut it behind him. “What did you need help with?”

You pull out the box you had been holding behind your back, presenting it to him. “Open it,” you tell him, putting it in his hands.

The tips of his ears redden, “aren’t we exchanging gifts later?”

You smile, “yeah, but I wanted you to open this one now.” He undoes the ribbon on the box, opening the lid to find a piece of parchment. He sets the box down on your nightstand, standing up straight to unroll the parchment.

Neatly written in your handwriting are the words “Look up”. He does as the parchment says, looking towards the high ceiling of your room to find a small mistletoe hanging directly above the two of you.

“Happy Solstice,” you say, grabbing his shirt and bringing him towards you. You stand on your tip toes, bringing his face into yours.

At your words, Azriel swears he forgets how to breathe, much less think, as your lips cover his. You taste like cookies and coffee, a taste he wants to get lost in when he realizes he hasn’t moved, standing still like a complete buffoon.

He wraps his arms around you, deepening the kiss. He causes you to lean back, dipping you as he deepens the kiss.

When he pulls away, his eyes aglow with joy and humor, he reaches beside himself, pulling something from the shadows.

“If you’d like to open your gift,” he tells you.

You unwrap the wrapping paper, opening the box inside containing another sprig of mistletoe. You laugh, but Azriel starts speaking.

“I asked Kallias to bless it. It is an immortal sprig now. I just picked it up this morning from winter.”

He fidgets with his hands, a little worried this gift isn’t as great as he thought it was. “It’s a little piece of home to have year-round. I know how much you love Solstice.”

You smile up at him, “I love it,” and kiss him again.

He pulls back, obviously needing to tell you something. “Um- it was me, all the mistletoe around the house and everywhere we went.” He raises his hands to gesture all around. “Well it was mostly me, but Cassian helped a bit.”

He sighs, “he caught me one night, hanging them up. Nosy bastard,” you giggle. “So he insisted he help, then big blabbermouth told Rhys and Feyre.”

You laugh, appreciating how much effort he truly went to to do this.

“So I may or may not have been sitting in my shadows all week, waiting by mistletoes for you to walk by.”

Your jaw slackens at his admission, but before you can say anything, he continues. “Cassian beat me a few times when I was about to come out and kiss you. He’d gloat all night about it.”

The shadowsinger rolls his eyes at his brother’s antics.

“But what about the one at Rita’s? How did you do that one?” You ask, confusion lacing your voice. “I was with you the moment we walked in.”

He smiles, a shadow coming by you holding a sprig of mistletoe. “They can’t resist if I ask them to do something for you.”

You throw your head back to laugh, but he wraps a hand around your neck, capturing your laugh with his lips.

#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #acotar fanfiction #azriel fluff

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Hunter's Delight

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, violence, blood, coercion, and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: A peaceful getaway turns to horror when you encounter a strange man in the woods.

Character: Kraven the Hunter

Note: So, this isn't what I was planning as my birthday fic but my other fic was just not happening lol.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all. Take care. 💖

The smell of cedar tinges the air. Birds wing across the pale blue sky and critters rustle in the twigs and leaves that trim the forest floor. Shadows nestle between the trunks and lend an ominous hue to any otherwise harmonious landscape.

It’s a long needed escape from urban crush. The fatigue of your nine to five recedes as your brief getaway frees you of the unseen cuffs of modern survival. There are no emails, no memos, or stuffy meetings. There is only you and naked outdoors.

Oh, and your friends.

You never traveled much. Most of the time you had off, you were too tired to do much more than the bare minimum. You hadn’t even thought of it until Larissa invited you. It just never occurred to you to spend the money or the energy. Now you’re more than happy you did.

You follow the snakish path that dips between valleys and over hills, up steep walkways and across sprawling plateaus. The lush green is endless, littered with patches of thick forest, and the occasion running river crested by an old wooden bridge. 

Larissa chatters loudly about your eventual return to the cottage. She dreams of kebabs cooked over the campfire and some fruity sangria. You trail the others, four of you in all. Jodi and Cameron ahead of you as your host leads the way. Work friends, but you suppose more now that you’re here.

The river water sends up a fresh scent from behind the looming trunks and you glance over at the gleaming ripples, almost twinkling as you admire them between the trees. You could do this every day. Just wander until you can’t move anymore.

“I can’t believe this is your first time up north,” Jodi says, drawing you from your mind.

“Uh, yeah, never did much exploring I guess,” you shrug.

“Even as a kid?”

“Nope. I think we had one family trip and we didn’t even make it to the amusement park,” you chuckle dryly, “ah well.”

“Ugh, I remember one time, when we were camping, my brother, Toby,” Cameron begins, “he put a frog in my bag. I screamed so loud. My mother didn’t even believe me.”

“Damn,” you remark. Cam tends to do that. Everything in some way relates back to one of her stories.

“Oh, I have an idea,” Larissa stops and faces you, “we have to decide who’s cooking.”

“It’s fine, I said I would–” You begin.

“Boo, that’s no fun,” she snips, “we used to play this game when I was a kid. I always won. Whoever collects the least acorns in ten minutes cooks.”

“Acorns?” You look around nervously. “Where?”

“You shouldn’t get lost. If you go too far, just stay still and we’ll find you,” she brushes off your concern, “it’ll be fun. And I know all the best spots!”

“That’s no fair,” Jodie pouts.

“How about I start after you. I’ll only do five minutes,” she barters.

“How do we know time’s up?” Cam picks a fingernail.

“Like I said, if you don’t show up, we’ll come find you.”

“I guess…”

“Alright, how about, whoever collects the most gets princess treatment for the night. The rest of us will have to serve you drinks and get you whatever you want,” she offers with a smug grin.

You bite your lip but don’t argue. It’s obvious she’s going to win but you wouldn’t mind the chance to explore a bit more. Besides, you never complain about time alone. It’s so peaceful here, that might just be a reward of its own.

“Come on!” Larissa claps, “bragging rights are included.”

“Fine,” Cameron sighs, “I guess it’s not completely stupid.” 

“It’ll be fun just to wipe that look off your face, Lar,” Jodi snorts.

You shrug and give a nod. You have little faith in your foraging skills but you don’t mind running to the cooler a few extra times that night. Besides, the cottage did get a bit suffocating with all of you there. This might be your only chance for alone time.

“Alright, on three,” Larissa declares, “one, two–” Jodi sprints off and Larissa holler, “I didn’t say three!”

Cameron runs after her and Larissa scowls. She puts her hands on her hips and drags her foot over the grass. You give a sheepish smile and awkwardly sway.

“Guess they won’t know if I start early,” she says and sets off in the opposite direction.

You slowly putter away as you head for the river. You have no intent of gathering acorns, you just want to watch the water. You weave between the trees and come out to the shore along the winding river. You watch the lazy flow and the little minnows flitting beneath the clear ripples.

You get closer and sit on your knees in the dirt. You drag your hands through the water and push your fingers into the silt. You bend slightly and look at your reflection. You're almost hypnotised by the ambiance. 

You close your eyes and pull your hands from the water. You place them on your shorts and take a deep breath. You want to hold onto this moment, to remember it once you're stuck back behind a keyboard.

You smile and your lashes flutter open. You see your reflection again, then it suddenly darkens as a shadow comes up behind you. At first, you’re confused, but you assume it’s one of the girls trying to scare you.

“Very funny–”

You fly forward into the water, arms flailing out as you splash into the shallow depth. Your head is pushed down to the riverbed as a foot crush your skull. You cough and gag, gulping down water as your breath bubbles out of your nose. Your head begins to thrum as you choke until at last, the weight relents and you rip your head from beneath the surface.

A sharp boot cracks into your ribs and sends you onto your back. You heave as you land flat, keeping your head just above the water. A man stands above you, crystal blue eyes boring into you as a growl creases in his forehead. He squats and grabs your chin, unsheathing a large knife from his belt.

“Scream and I’ll cut your throat out,” he warns as he pokes the knife tip along your lip, hushing you as he turns it slowly.

You shut your mouth, eyes rounding in terror as you watch him. Who is he? What does he want? You can’t let him know about the other girls. At least, you hope he doesn’t already.

“Listen to me,” he traces along your jaw and down to your throat, “you will do exactly as I say.”

You blink, saying nothing. His voice is gristly and unbending. His dark hair curls behind his head and he wears a thick beard that thins to coarse stubble. Around his neck is a thick cord with a single fang hanging from it.

Your eyes nearly cross as you try to see the knife in his hand..

“Gold locket. Pearl set in the middle. Bring it to me.”

You stare at him searchingly. It’s like he’s speaking another language. Or your brain just won’t hear them as fear courses through your veins. 

“She wears it around her neck.”

You see the golden chain around Larissa’s neck. You noticed it once or twice, never really thinking much of it. You just thought it must be sentimental. Your lip trembles as the man clutches the back of your neck and leans into the blade.

“Why?”

He chuckles, “you want to live. I can feel it. So no more questions and I might let you. The locket, midnight. I will wait here. If you do not come, I will come to you. And you can weep with their heads in your bed.”

You gulp as he smirks at you. You nod slowly as he loosens his grip. He releases you. You almost sink back under the water as he stands and you push yourself up. He swirls the thick knife then holds it up to reflect the sunlight.

“Such a beautiful day, it would be a pity if it were to end in blood.”

“I will bring you the locket. I promise.”

“I know you will,” he says as he struts towards the trees, “it is why I chose you.”

You sit dumbfounded, staring after him until you can see nothing but the trees. You shiver as the water stirs calmly around you, soaking you through to the point of discomfort. You climb out of the river and wrings out the fabric of your shirt.

As you look around at the serenity of the pastoral bliss, you can’t fathom that the man had ever truly been there. The tenderness in your neck assures you otherwise. He was and he will be back.

☀️

“What happened to you?” Cameron giggles as you appear from the trees. 

“No acorns, huh?” Jodi boasts.

“I uh… dropped them in the river. Tripped,” you lie. You’re too stunned to explain further.

“You okay?” Larissa asks.

“Yep, fine,” you utter.

“Well, Jodi got eleven and Cameron got eight, and I… got twelve.”

“Cheater,” Jodi mutters under her breath.

You’re thankful they’re too distracted by their child’s game to be very concerned. You throw up your hands. “Looks like I’m cooking,” you resign dully.

“And I get to be pampered,” Larissa trills tauntingly.

“Whatever. You’ll be lucky if I don’t dump the sangria on you,” Cameron warns.

Larissa laughs. The girls might play up their cattiness but it’s just friendly competition. Another thing you never really had growing up. Friends.

They leave the acorns in the grass. You’re quiet as you follow them onwards. You look back just before you’re out of sight of the river. You don’t see the man but you have no doubt he meant what he said. He knew about Larissa and the necklace, that’s enough for you.

🌄

As a gracious loser, and a terrified individual, you volunteer to make a pitcher of sangria for the other girls. They happily accept the offer and go out to get the fire started. The night is quickly setting in as you watch the time on your phone. As there is only one solar charger amongst the bunch of you, your battery stays at fifty percent. Without reception, it isn’t of much use anyhow.

You mix the wine, brandy, lemonade and fruit together with a wooden spoon. You hear Larissa giving orders outside over the crackle of the fire. The locket with the pearl. You know she’s still wearing it, you looked for it and there it was, around her neck. What use is jewelry all the way up here.

Your thoughts are split by the snap of the spring door. Jodi tramps inside and huffs.

“Is the wine ready yet? She’s driving me nuts.”

“I’ll bring it out,” you assure her, “why don’t you grab the kebabs, they’re ready to go.”

You nod to the pan of skewers and she lets out a disappointed grumble. She takes the pan and leaves you again to ponder your impromptu mission. You’re not stupid enough to ask for the locket. You watch the oranges swirl in the wine mixture…

You can’t. Can you? You peek over your shoulder and peek through the window. They wouldn’t notice. You could say you used more wine than you thought.

You turn your back to the window. The girls can survive a few bendaryls, they won’t survive that man and his knife. You can deal with hating yourself. That’s never been hard.

You tiptoe across the kitchen. You don’t know why you think they’ll hear you, your guilt just makes you paranoid. You go down to the room and search in the lower bunk for your bag. You take out your box of emergency benadryl and slide out a full insert. Just enough for an edge, nothing deadly.

You sneak back out and drop the pills one by one into the sangria. You stir and you stir and you stir. Finally, you’re content that your potion is complete. Your curse is pharmaceutical allergy relief with a side of drowsiness. The girls are probably too thirsty to notice you’re not sharing.

🌙

Jodi stumbles back from the outhouse. You watch her cautiously, ready to hop up and catch her. She manages to make her way back to the fire and falls into the folding chair with a burp.

“Damn, that sangria is strong,” Cameron chimes.

“And it’s going right through me,” Jodi slurs into a giggle.

“Me too,” Larissa stands up and puts her hands in front of her shorts, “my turn.”

You listen to her go around the side of the cottage, her sandals scraping and scuffling. Jodi leans her head back and snorts, waking herself and lurching forward. You get up and keep her from falling out of her chair.

“Hey, you should lay down,” you say.

“Lightweight,” Cameron teases and gulps down a mouthful. You try not to cringe.

“Whatever, I’m fine,” Jodi babbles.

“Come on,” you get her up, letting her lean on you heavily.

She’s dragging her feet as you get her across the yard and to the steps of the deck. You haul her up and through the back door. Inside, you feel her slacken on your arm until you're pretty much carrying her. You get her into her bed and roll her onto her stomach, already snoring.

You check the time. It’s late. Just after eleven.

You go back out, the blaze of the fire obscuring your view of the yard.

“Not you too,” Cameron chortles as Larissa falls past the chair trying to sit.

“I think it’s time to call it a night.”

“Bleh, listen to the office administrator, she never gives it up,” Larissa sneers, “isn’t that right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you agree softly. You want all the abuse she has to offer you. You deserve it.

“You wanted to be princess for the night,” Cameron calls over, “let her carry you to bed.”

You ignore Cameron as you steady Larissa and direct her around the fire. You take the same path with the same end, dumping her in the singular queen she claimed for herself in the main bedroom. You make sure she’s on her stomach and shake out your nerves. 

You flip on the flashlight built into your phone and shine it over her. You apologise before you unclasp the necklace. It’s heavier than you expect. You tuck it in your pocket and leave her.

One more.

Cameron meets you at the door to your surprise. She’s yawning and staggering. You let her pass as she mutters about the fire. You follow her, making sure she gets to her bed before you go outside to kill the fire.

When all is dark and still, you look up at the moon and measure the journey ahead of you. What if you get lost? What if you can’t remember the way back? You think you do. Doesn’t matter. It’s almost half past and you need to get going.

You grip your phone as you come out around the front of the cottage. You remember that you came from the right… didn’t you? You turn on your flashlight again as the darkness consumes you. You tremble at the sheer endlessness of the night.

As you set off, you hear every twig snap, every branch sway, every bat squeaking from some hidden nook. You are exposed to the unseen. Easy prey.

You hear the low trickle of water, louder in the dearth of night. You use it to guide you, flinching as leaves brush against you. You shine the light around you, trying to get a glimpse of your surroundings. It only illuminates the shadows and adds to the depths of the blackness.

A noise rolls in the darkness. Thunderous as it grows louder, footsteps making themselves heard, a beast closing in. His laughter comes from all around you, dizzying you as you spin and try to find him.

At once, he quiets and you hear nothing but the stirring of the breeze. No footsteps, not laughter, only the frantic beat of your heart. You stop and squint as you shakily raise your phone, making out the thick trunk of a tree.

There is a sudden warmth behind you. His hand is on yours, squeezing before he rips away your cell. You hear it land in the grass. His other arm hooks around your middle. His breath seeps through your hair and across your scalp.

“Give it.”

You reach into your pocket, squirming as you dig out the necklace. You hold it up with a whimper and he wraps your hand up in his again. His rough skin sends a shiver through you. He hums above the soft tinkle of the chain.

“Very good,” he keeps you close, “you are an obedient little pet, aren’t you?”

You don’t move, you don’t speak. He has what he wants. Now you want to go.

“I’ve decided,” he says bluntly. You hold your breath, trying to decipher his meaning. You try to pull away and his arm hooks tighter around you. “I will take you too.”

“What?” You quiver and grasp his arm, shoving on it without result, “no, let me go–”

“You can scream for me,” he walks you forward until you collide with a tree, putting your hands out to keep from being crushed against the bark, “the louder, the better.”

Your fingertips curl painfully against the tree. He traps you against the tree as he lets out a grow, the heat of his breath and body enshrines you. You shake and whine as panic sinks into your chest.

“Please, let me go. Please, I did what you asked–”

“I’m not asking,” he snarls and grabs your shoulder.

He spins you so violenly you can’t help but fall back against the tree. The subtle friction of metal on leather cools your blood as a sliver of moonlight gleans off the knife’s edge. You brace the tree as you babble dumbly. You don’t want to die.

He brings the curve tip of the knife to the hem of your shirt and yanks up, shearing open the front so that it falls open, revealing the bralette beneath. He makes as quick work as that, slicing up the middle and exposing you to the night chill.

He stands over you, bearing in on you as he bends slowly. You gasp as he clutches a handful of your hair and pulls your head to the side. He leans in and grazes your throat with his teeth. You writhe, caught in the arrest of his gruff touch.

He bits down, pinching your flesh until you cry out. He snickers and unclenches his teeth, trailing further down, teasing along your collarbone and over the tender flesh of your shoulder, once more nipping into you. He tortures your flesh, sucking it until it throbs.

He goes lower, tracing his path first with the metallic cold of the blade, then piercing with his teeth. He bites into the curve of your tit, he leaves sore marks blazing all around, at last taking a nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirls around your hard bud, toying with it, sucking, flicking, until finally he bites again.

You sob as he sinks his teeth in. You feel the flesh break and the warmth trickles from you into his mouth. He hums as he drinks it in, unlatching to let your rough skin turn fiery in the open air. He tends to the next, just as cruelly, as your body wracks in shock and agony.

How can this be happening? It can’t be real. You don’t understand. Who is this man? Where did he come from? You close your eyes, trying to hide from reality as it nips at your flesh.

You drone as he leaves a trail of spit and blood down your stomach, biting again and again, a tortured trail down to the top of your denim shorts. Your legs shake, threatening to give out.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tisks and pinches your thigh, “you are weak but you will not give up, pet.”

He cuts along the seams of your shorts, left then right. You tremble with bubbling, teary gulps. The denim falls to your feet and he uses the end of his knife to play with the cotton elastic of your panties. He clicks his tongue but does not voice his amusement further.

He drops to his knees, a hand framing your hip as your legs quake. He squeezes, his thumb jabbing into your pelvis. He drags his knife down the front of your panties and hooks the fabric along the tip. He tugs until they rip, breaking through the fabric, cutting a line along your cunt. 

He turns the flat of the blade against your flesh, grazing the folds before pulling it away. You bat your lashes as terror overflows. Your head lolls as your muscles twitch. You see the man’s faint shadow in the slats of moonlight breaking between the cedar trunks, you hear him lick the blade with a purr.

A silver shine reflects the eerie night glow as he raises his knife. You scream as he aims it toward you, stabbing into the wood just beside you. Your heart hammers to cacophony as he laughs at your fright.

He pushes his hand up your thigh, his calloused fingers mean against your soft skin. He feels along the shorn cotton and dips two fingers into the opening. He delves between your lips, flicking his fingers up and down your cunt. Your legs quiver and you clutch onto the divots in the bark, fighting not to fold into a heap.

He slides his fingers back and forth, feeling every part of you, doting on your clit, only to trail back to your entrance. You suck in air sharply and sob. Please just do it. Just let it be over with.

He pushes into you. Slowly, Deliberately. He leans forward and nuzzles the soft vee of hair along your cunt and sighs into you as he wiggles his fingers deeper and deeper. You groan as he stretches you. Even as your body reacts, even as the slickness welcomes the intrusion, it hurts.

He growls as he meets some resistance. You clench around his knuckles and he rams his fingers into you, to their limit. You shriek and your sandals slip in the dirt. Your nail catches in the veins of the tree and snaps.

The coolness of his tongue frightens you as it pokes out and slides along your lips. He tilts his head and glides between your folds, doting on your clit with furious flutters. You gulp and gasp, panting as a new heat blooms inside of you. Your pulse races with more than adrenaline.

He eases his fingers back then in again. Your cunt clenches around him, constricting as his tongue toys with you, flurries your nerves to an unbearable storm. Your insides clutch as rivulets of hot and cold gather in your core, mingling to a fiery roil.

You spasm, stunned by your own body. You stand on your toes as your muscles tauten and your nerves ping off each other. You cum with a raspy whine, forced over the edge by the battle of his thrusting fingers and diligent tongue.

His laughter rumbles through you as he indulges in your dissemblance. He slows as you heave helplessly. He slides his fingers out of you, leaving an emptiness there, and wipes your cum down your leg. He parts from your cunt entirely, a rocky snarl as he stands.

You smell yourself on his breath as he comes close again. He grabs the back of your neck and draws you away from the tree. Your legs tingle and shake beneath you. He turns and hurls you down to the ground. You land on your knees, hitting your elbows in the dirt.

He grabs your hips, keeping them up. He kneels behind you, one hand brushing up your back and forcing your chest down to the ground. You don’t fight him, you have nothing left.

He feels along your panties, hooking his fingers in the rent of the fabric and tears it further up your ass. He gropes you roughly, digging his nails into your skin and dragging them up, leaving hot scratches along your ass. He runs his hand from your shoulders to your hip, gripping you as his other hand retreats from your ass.

The air stills and your ears ring as each breath scalds in your chest. You stare into the deep void of the forest as his zipper splits through the silence. Time slows as dread suffocates you. This is it. This is really happening.

His fingers tickle along your ass and you twitch. He reaches your cunt, rubbing and spreading your lips, taunting you as he curves his fingers along it. He edges closer on your knees, pushing yours wider, and he pulls his hand away.

He prods you with his tip, making a slow path down to your entrance. He circles it as he groans, basking in the tension of that moment. He leans against you until his tip slips into you. You strain around him, heaving into a horrifying wail as he pushes deeper.

He reaches to your neck, pinning your face in the dirt as he jerks his hip, filling you with the single, agonizing motion. You cry out louder, your horror echoing into the sky. Your head quakes and your ears vibrate with the volume of your own grief, rising from you without restraint.

He slides back and snaps into you again. The slap of flesh underlines your breathy weeps. His weight puts an ache in your neck and down your spine. Your fingers dip into the dirt as you clutch at handfuls of dirt. He bucks again, again, again, each time growling with delight.

His palm cracks against the side of your ass, a new pain radiating through your hips. With each thrust, he smacks you, curling his nails into you, pinching, only to do it again. You whimper and wail, trapped in his fervour as you taste soil and the salt of your tears.

He bends over you, hooking his arm around your middle and the other around your neck. He sits up with you against him. His hand brushes up your side and kneads your chest as he rocks you in his lap. Your head lolls as you hiccup through your tears.

He ruts from below, splitting you in two as his muscle bulges around your neck. You wheeze as he squeezes tighter and tighter, until the world speckles to grey and black. You feel his final, jarring rams as they throb in your core, and the sudden burst of heat inside you. Almost soothing as it assures you of the end.

But it is not. He puts you on your back. Senseless, dazed, he’s on top of you, crawling over you like an animal. He fucking you against the ground, holding your leg bent against him, biting into the flesh along your shoulder. Torturing you from the inside until he’s spent again.

Not spent, not done. You’re on your side, the world flickering beneath teared-webbed lashes, each ruts shaking you. Legs together, he claps against your thighs until again he empties into you with a raucous roar.

Again, again, again. Until you’re smeared with dirt, grass, sweat, and cum. Until you’re left an empty husk across the forest floor. 

Your eyelids part as he pulls the blade from the tree, a softer light emanating from the sky as the dawn approaches. He sheathes the knife as he marches around you, poking you with the dirt of his boot. He stops and squats at your side, a crooked smile on his lips.

“This hunt is not over, pet,” he reaches to brush a roughened thumb across your cheek, “I know you are stronger than this.”

He stands again and rolls his shoulders as he shakes out his mussed curls. He takes a step forward, then another, and another, striding into the sunrise without a look back. You lay prone across the lumpy ground, trying to untangle his words. They are more than a warning, they are a promise.

#kraven the hunter #dark fic #dark!fic #fic #kraven the hunter x reader #one shot #marvel

[henrioo]

✦ ── THE MORNING AFTER: EUSTASS KID AND KILLER

Relationships: Eustass Kid x Gn! Reader x Killer (Poly), Kid x Killer (Suggested)

Synopsis: What would it be like to wake up only to discover that you didn't sleep with one crewmate, but two!

Warnings: Mention of sexual intercourse, waking up naked among people without clothes, mention of drunk (consenting) sex, mention of regret, mention of consequences, Soft Kid and Killer, Healthy Relationship, Polyamorous Relationship, Threesome

Word Count: 1,0k

Notes: Oh yeah baby, I really love this duo, this is the first part of a "series" of waking up the next day with a trio, I plan to do more now that I'm back but to debut we have my favorites, the next ones will probably be Zoro and sanji or Luffy and Law, hope you like it

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It was so soft and warm… You were under a hard surface, but it was so hot that it somehow became soft? There was something around your waist and it warmed you even more. There was a layer of soft blanket under you and everything felt even better, when was the last time you slept so well? His bed wasn't even that comfortable...

Yes, your bed was not comfortable… For some reason it was a hard mattress that you always said you would change on the next island you stopped on, but you always forgot and continued on the hard bed. Also, what was that breath on your neck? Breathing? Weren't you alone?!

Still groggy and confused, you forced yourself to open your eyes to try to figure out where the hell you fell asleep this time. His head began to throb and hurt as his eyes got used to the low light in the room, the windows were covered, preventing the sun's rays from illuminating everything.

You yawned loudly and shifted, or at least you tried to since there was something… someone holding you in place. You looked around and your face burned as your jaw dropped open in shock. You were lying on the chest of none other than Eustass Kid, your captain. Also, around your waist and curled around you like a puppy was Killer, the first mate.

You suppressed a scream and began to rummage through your memories in search of what had happened. You remembered very little, you had entered a drinking contest, won and then tried to stumble back to the ship to sleep. At some point you met Killer who would help you get back safely, maybe you found Kid on the ship, but nothing really explained how you ended up there.

And to make matters worse… Where were your clothes? Oh no… You couldn't believe you made a cliché like that, did you even sleep with your superiors just because you were drunk?!

Killer squeezed your waist a little more and settled on your back, you felt a shiver running through your body. Of course, you couldn't deny that they were very attractive and maybe you had a crush on them, besides obviously, it was a celebration night and the three of you must have been completely drunk and crazy… But still, that shouldn't have happened!

Not that you didn't want to… On the contrary, what situation would that put you in?! Would your peers say you were trying to curry favor? What if the two got mad and threw you off the ship?! There were so many possibilities for everything to go wrong that her head started to spin…

But you couldn't deny it, being there, in the grip of Killer's arms and the comfort of Kid's body was so lovely. You definitely wouldn't use that word for anything related to those two monstrous men, but it felt so right.

"Fuck my head" you heard Kid mumbling and closed your eyes at the time, maybe it would be better to just pretend you were sleeping.

He shifted a bit until he realized where he was, then there was silence until he finally spoke.

"Y/n" you bit your lip, that he didn't realize you were sleeping, it was his wish "I know you're awake" Damn! How did he know?!

"Captain…" you mumbled shyly and opened your eyes to stare at him. There was no negative emotion in that gaze, no anger, no disgust, he just stared at you... peacefully?

"Shut up, I still don't want to wake up" Killer said and then he buried his head in your neck and inhaled deeply, making you shiver and let out a small cry of fright.

"Killer, let go, they don't want to" Kid spoke quickly and not long after Killer released you with a disappointed mutter.

"Sorry" he said and then sat down on the bed.

You stood there looking confused at both of them, what was going on?

"You can go back to your room, let's not say anything to anyone" Kid said and yawned again, wasn't he going to tell? Did he… had he regretted it?

"Are we just going to pretend this didn't happen?" You let out with some sadness, you couldn't help but show your disappointment… Were you really that bad?

"Well, it's not exactly weird Killer waking up in my bed" Kid said teasing the other man who just swore under his breath "But by the look of you you definitely didn't want to be here, so let's just pretend it didn't happen, blah blah, you know" he said with little patience.

"But… What if I wanted to be here?" You said in a sad whisper. It was no secret to many that you really wanted both men, you just hadn't done anything imagining that your superiors would never hook up with their own subordinates.

"You want?" It was Killer who spoke, turning and facing you, at least that's what it looked like since his bangs covered his eyes.

"Maybe…" you said nervously and sat up, using the blanket to cover yourself.

"So does that stuff you said yesterday about you being in love with us being true?" Kid said, staring at you deathly.

"I said that?!" You screamed in shock, you had assumed that while drunk?!

"No" he smirked "But by your reaction it's true…"

"You idiot…" you cursed in embarrassment.

"So… Can we go back to sleep?" Killer said approaching you "Let's deal with the romantic talk after coffee"

"Yes definitely" Kid said and pulled you back into his chest, Killer then clung to you again.

"So…" you said after a few minutes of silence "If Killer is already a regular here… Can I be too?" That was her request to try and turn something from one night into much more, you had the chance to have those two men in your hand and you weren't going to waste it.

"You don't even have to ask, we're tired of hearing you complain about your bed" Killer said happily.

"Yeah, now shut up and go to sleep or I'll expel you both" Kid yelled with his eyes closed.

"Ah… And y/n" Killer whispered in his ear "We love you too…"

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #anime imagines #onepiece #one piece imagine #imagines #anime and manga #eustass x reader #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader #eustass kid x you #eustass kid x y/n #eustass kid x killer #one piece killer #killer op #killer one piece #killer one piece x reader #op killer x reader #killer x reader #polyamory

[thejujvtsupost]

Filming A Sex Scene

Actor!Gojo has to film his first ever sex scene and he’s nervous, good thing his girlfriend is there to encourage him.

Notes: F!reader, established relationship, fluff, healthy communication, anxiety, and humor. So unedited.

Up until now all Satoru’s done is action films and a couple of comedies, romance films weren’t his style.

So other than a few awkward on screen kisses, he’s never had to do anything intimate.

But this movie was a huge deal with hundreds of people running around in the studio, and even though he had modesty garments on, he still felt naked.

“You pinky promise you won’t be jealous or upset about it? Maybe they can get my body double…” Satoru was slumped against you, arms hugging your middle while you stood between his legs.

“Baby this is your job. There’s nothing sexy about doing these scenes, they’re going to be directing you the entire time. But if you feel uncomfortable, then you shouldn’t do it. You have my full support.”

“Will you stay and watch?”

“Do you want me to?”

He nodded against your abdomen, “I’m the only one in the main cast that hasn’t done a sex scene so I wanna do it but I don’t want to do it alone.”

You hum and kiss his head, “Technically you’re not alone, but I understand. I’ll be right off to the side holding your robe, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Hey I’m serious, there’s nothing wrong with not wanting to do this. Your contract says you don’t have to do the intimate scene if you don’t want to. Plenty of actors never need to and it won’t change your skill. If anything, saying no increases your integrity because you’re putting down a boundary.”

“Can you see if Shoko’s out there? I think I should talk about it with her.” He knew Shoko, the assistant director, would have his back. They’ve worked on several projects together, one of them including the current director: Kento Nanami.

“Of course, I’ll flag her down.” You kiss his forehead and leave but you’re met face to face with shoko when you open the door to his dressing room, “Hey Toru, speak of the devil. I was just about to see if you were around, Shoko.”

Her brows furrowed slightly, Gojo rarely needed anything, a big perk of working with him. “Is everything alright, Gojo?”

“I don’t think I want to have fake sex with Yuki on camera anymore.”

You facepalm and sigh, “There’s so many other ways to word it and you went with that?”

“Okay no big deal, we’ll get your double ready but we’ll need your voice for the scene. Sound okay?”

“It’s that easy?”

“Well yeah, your double’s already on set from the jump scene earlier this morning. You can get dressed, we don’t reuse the garments so just toss them. Heads up though, Kento will probably want you to come in a little early on Friday to record the sound bites for the sex scene.”

A heavy breath left Gojo’s body in relief, “No one’s mad or anything?”

Shoko laughed at him a little, “No, no one’s mad. For this sort of thing it honestly doesn’t matter if it’s you or the double physically. Kento doesn’t mind either way, plus your contract has that stipulation for this exact reason.”

“Oh, then I can go home?”

Shoko confirmed and left with a wave of her hand to make arrangements. “You handled that well, baby. I’m proud of you for communicating your needs.”

Gojo’s cheeks went pink, “I don’t understand how people do it, I feel like it’s too much exposure.”

“Everyone just has a different comfort level, nothing wrong with that.”

“I guess so. Just freaks me out.” He stood up and pecked your lips before dropping his robe, “You’re the only one I want to see me naked anyway.”

“Oh my god just go get dressed so we can get dinner!” You shook your head and hung up his robe in a rare moment of silence.

The quiet didn’t last long, though, because Satoru yelled from the connected bathroom: “You know you love me!”

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#jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #reader insert #jjk x reader #no use of y/n #gojo satoru #actor!gojo #established relationship #jjk fluff #f reader #gojo fluff #yuki tsukumo #nanami kento #shoko ieiri

[silent-raven13]

When Miles rizz Hobie

"Nothing could woo me, mates." Hobie began as his friends were picking on him for turning pink around Miles. "It's merely affection, like how comfortable I'm around with someone I trust." The small group were hanging around Headquarters just to pass the time.

"Huh uh?" Gwen snorted.

Pav nodded having to get on his tippy toes to at least face Hobie on his level, "Dude, you turned pink when Miles even looks at you!"

"No, I have no idea what you're talking about." The punker plays it off still disagreeing.

"Oh yeah! Alright, bet!" Gwen said out loud.

"Hahaha, where's Miles is at?" Pav giggles with sweet delight.

Hobie rolled his eyes, "Miles is just a mate."

"Yet you call him, Sunflower!" Gwen said out loud.

"And luv, darling, dear, Brooklyn, Peter Pan!" Pav uses his fingers to show how many nicknames Hobie used on the young Spider-man. "You like him, huh?"

"Still have no idea what are you two talking about." Hobie pretending he didn't understand what they mean. He's being a cool guy deny their words.

"You always touchy feeling with him!" Gwen throw her hands up in the air, "Do we need to say anymore!"

Miles appeared from the corner of the hallway having to look at his holo-evaluation from Miguel from his watch. The meeting with the older Spider-man ended on a positive note, and it got him super happy. There was progress here!

His honey-brown eyes glanced up to make sure he doesn't bump into anyone, and spotted his friends. "Hey GUYS!" He happily went up toward them with a small jog.

"Ohh, he's here." Gwen whispers to Hobie.

Hobie froze having his eyes on Miles running up to them. Pav said, "Hey, Miles. What are you doing here?" The two saw Hobie turning pink and giggles.

"Oh, I was in a meeting with Miguel! We were talking about my last mission." Miles sounded so happy that it had Hobie's color shit to an awful muted red with murky green and yellow. Is that jealousy colors?

Gwen's eyes widen at the punker's colors being amazed yet not so surprised. Pav being the instigator, "Ohh, you and Miguel, huh? Sounds spicy!"

"Wha?" Miles's being unaware of Hobie's sudden changes in color since he's focus on Pav's questions.

Hobie had newspaper texture with black ink, Gwen leans over to read the fonts, "Fuck you, Pav. Are you going do that in front of me?" Oh. She giggles softly at this.

"You know, Spider-people like to talk." Pav snickers, "So are you and Miguel doing the nasty? Come on, tell us!"

"No! Hell nah, man. He could be the same age as my dad- what the fuck?" Miles quickly held his hands up in defense, "and I'm sixteen years old! Man, you want him to catch a case?"

"I dunno a lot of teenage Spider-heroes would, y'know." Gwen quickly added.

Pav saw Hobie's paper texture changing into a dark red and grey color with aggressive rips and ink marks. Hobie stood with no emotion showing, crazy huh?

"Well, not me! Anyway, my evaluation came out really good. I might go on missions with him. Hopefully." Miles casually said still being naive.

"Solo mission with Miguel?" Hobie thought to himself showing his jealousy, his body went through three different paper textures and turned murky green. Gwen and Pav awed at how fast his reality colors changes.

"Hopefully? That sounds like you're hoping for something, Miles!" Pav giggles having to nudge Hobie, "Huh, Hobie?"

"Not like that." The black Latino Spiderman rub his naked neck being a bit weirded out by his friends' sudden questions. "I see Miguel as a mentor. He's not bad when he's not trying to kill you. Also," Miles went up to Hobie, which causes the punker's color to change with a surprise fonts with a soft purple being surprised by his crush being so close to him.

Miles happily smiled at him, "Hobie, what's up? You been quiet. Something wrong?" His hand touches Hobie's cheek, "Are you sick? Si es así, Puedo prepararte caldo de pollo?"

Hobie turns bright pink staying frozen with his eyes widen. "No. No, luv." he crosses his arms trying to be cool. "I'm only listening."

"Oh," Miles pulls his hand away, "At least you're fine, man." His smile widens showing off his teeth. "I was beginning to worry."

Gwen and Pav look at each other then saw Hobie turning a brighter pink with heart stamps and fonts, a bit of shimmer this time. "Hmm?" They hummed at him.

Hobie scowls a bit at them, "Shut up!" The two laughing out loud.

"What happen?" Miles being so confused.

#punkflower #flowerpunk #miles morales #hobie brown #spiderverse #spider verse #spiderman #spider man #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #atsv

[hellavile]

chase. sasuke.

⨳ cw: fem!reader, lowercase intended, quickie sex, black coded, sasuke is needy, surprise party for the hubby, creampie, reader fingers herself, choking, slight intoxication, sasuke’s rlly rough <;3

⨳ mocha’s note; happy super late birthday to daddy sasuke. *swoons* &lt;3

© hellavile. please do not repost, steal, or modify my work simply because it is mine. stealing isn’t cute. i’ll ruin your life &lt;3

sasuke’s day didn’t go exactly how he planned it. all fucking day he’s been running around finishing missions for naruto who’s so far up his ass he feels like he gave birth to the guy. and that’s not even the main reason why he’s angry. sasuke finds it odd that no one in the entire village had wished him a happy birthday today. yeah, he may not be the most favorited, but his close friends, the ones he’s known for half his life didn’t have shit to say to him. and sasuke being sasuke didn’t bother speaking on it, assuming either they’d forgotten or simply just didn’t care. he’s been out since dawn, taking care of things for the village until the sun began to set and the area grew quiet. 

fuck it. there’s nothing much to say to anyone, he won’t even hold a grudge tomorrow. he’ll just go home and sit in solitude with you, his precious wife. let’s hope you hadn’t forgotten either. you were still asleep when he left, curled up naked under the cream silk sheets, face buried into his pillow you had snatched from his side the moment he left the warmth of your shared bed. he wanted more than anything to stay inside with you all day. cuddle, cook his favorite dish and sit by the pond in the backyard talking for hours. 

he’s exhausted when he’s facing the main door of your perfect home, only the two of you. its super dark once he walks inside, taking off his shoes before cutting on the light. he’s so in his head that he’s lost most of his ability to be aware by the people in his house. that is until he takes sight of the twenty people in his house popping confetti in the air and screaming happy birthday. sasuke is on high alert, activating the lightning blue of his chidori in his hand, hearing your voice gasping and running up to stop him.

“baby, baby, chill!” the softness of your palms encase the heat in his cheeks, lowering his face to yours to look into those big, pretty eyes of yours. wide with panic. sasuke immediately comes to his senses and relaxes, his many friends surrounding his home trying to maintain their smiles.

“oh, fuck me . . . i’m sorry,” sasuke apologizes to you first, kissing your forehead and pulling you in for a tight hug. “i hate surprises.”

“you hate everything!” naruto exclaims behind you, causing you to laugh into your husbands chest, squeezing his arm and nestling your face in his chest. both of you needed one another’s warmth.

“you included,” sasuke jokes. naruto growls, ready to throw the two-tiered birthday cake in his hand at his face. the candles are still lit, awaiting sasuke’s wish before they’re blown out and they can all finally enjoy the party they’d been arranging all day.

“we wanted to do something nice for you,” sasuke listens to you explain. “sorry for their lack of care today. we were all just really focused on keeping it as secret as possible.”

you understood him so well. maybe they all did realize he was upset about it all day. sasuke smiles endearingly, thanking everyone in the room before sakura is unable to contain her excitement and pleads for sasuke to blow out his candles. he keeps you in his hold, closing his eyes to pretend he’s making a wish, because to be honest, he didn’t need a new one. you and his family were enough.

your traditional spaghetti, a few slices of cake, and an overly amount of liquor swirled in his system by the end of the night. spending most of the time conversing with your friends, drinking and laughing. sasuke had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. constantly trying to grope your body, reaching his hands under your dress and having to swat his hands away. he’d even bite your neck and when one of the guys caught him he’d play it off as if he was snuggling you. everyone knew it was a lie. sasuke could never handle his liquor and when he’s drunk he’s the horniest man known.

while most of everyone was outside on the patio, sasuke took this change to drag you to the bedroom, locking the door for obvious reasons. he didn’t want to be disturbed. he only needed you quick and without anyone noticing the two of you were gone. though that was impossible. it’s his own party.

“i needed you so bad,” sasuke kisses over your face and neck with a heavy tongue following, hot hands lifting your sundress over the globes of your ass he spanks after aggressively bending you over the mattress.

“i need you more,” you can’t help but to give in, melting in his touch. your hips ache as his fingertips trace over your skin, hooking a finger under your lacy red thong, an opposite contrast to the yellow dress on your flourished skin, and tugging them down until they hit your ankles.

sasuke pulls his heavy cock from his briefs and taps your ass cheek with it, biting his lip and groaning unintentionally loud. he’s so hard it’s unbearable. precum leaking from the engorged, fuchsia colored head. he lays it on your backside, sliding his left hand under your stomach and up to your neck he grasps before pressing his mouth to your cheek, breathing unsteadily.

“get that pussy wet for me,” sasuke lands a hot hand on your ass hard, a salacious moan pulling from you as you look into his eyes while you suck on your fingers, coating them with your saliva before reaching underneath yourself and sinking them into your cunt, pumping while he grinds his hips.

the silent room echoes with nothing but the slickness of your slick pussy and heavy breathing. the hairs on your neck and the goosebumps running along your arms heighten with every strike sasuke lands on your ass, humming as you whimper and fuck yourself, his hits vibrating straight to your throbbing clit.

“m’ready, ‘ke. needa feel full,” the way you say his name with such sultry in your voice while dragging your cum covered fingers over the tongue that sticks out of your mouth fucks him up. he could cum on sight.

“yeah? it’s empty? it needs my cock?” he hits your ass again after you whine about it, by now the right side bruised and red. taking a chunk of the left, his long fingers are sprawled, gripping hard and angling his waist back to slide slowly into you inch by inch.

“whimper and i’ll go deeper,” his brows are bent low, focused on your pussy suctioning him, the vein on the upper side of his dick pulsating the second you arch your back and claw at the bedding, whimpering and waiting for him to fuck you just like he needed to.

when his skin collides with yours it’s like waves clashing. the way sasuke fucks you is an outer body treatment like no other. he likes to be rough about it. knows the difference between harder and faster. and he likes it hard. it’s better for him because he can feel your voice stutter and your body jolt. he can feel the drag of his cock inside of you, slow stroking as you clamp around him and try to milk him for all he’s got. hard because you cry like a desperate slut who’s getting her cervix kissed back to back. hard because he can grab you and pin you down and force you to take it while your tears soak your face, a fucked out smile curls, and your eyes are white.

“i’m bout to fuckin’ cum,” the groan is guttural in his throat, sasuke picking his pace up and fucking you faster, throwing his head back, chasing his orgasm. he gasps when you take the initiative and clap your ass back, sasuke in shock, scrolling his eyes back as you grasp onto his arm for balance.

“keep fuckin’ doin’ that,” suddenly, he pins your arm behind your back, entwining your fingers to hold hands before grabbing your neck and squeezing just enough to blur your vision, breath shaky as you rock your body back to his. “fuck. fuck.”

you can tell he’s ready to pull out with the way his weight fluctuates from yours, and you bitch about it almost instantly, crying out a whiny ‘noo, cum in me’ before using your free hand to keep his thigh to yours. sasuke loses his balance, chest to your back and all of his weight suffocating you deliciously, balls deep while his balls seize up, flat to your ass and shooting his thick load into your womb.

“babyyyy,” sasuke moans in the crook of your neck, hiccuping as his waist continues to roll into you as you cum from being so full. clenching your walls making it a task to pull back. he’s pulsating wildly inside of you, groaning and smacking your ass once more before rolling the two of you on your sides so you can breathe.

“thank you,” he smiles drunkenly.

“happy birthday, sasuke.”

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[sluttyhollow]

“And I like my head slow, sloppy, disgusting, wet pussy in his face no cuffin, ooh he keep asking what are we, we nothing”

Warnings: oral sex (f recieving), toxic Toji & reader (kinda), female bodied reader with no pronouns, Toji being a bad dad if you squint but that’s nothing new, reader and Toji have unspecified age gap

Toji Fushiguro x BlackF! Reader

I was listening to Not My N*gga by KenTheMan and I started having thoughts about Toji. Yeah enjoy this brain rot y’all. I might do another part to this where Toji just sluts his pussy out idk 😭

Part 2

18+ No Minors

“Right fucking there oh my go-“ his mouth was a National fucking treasure. Expertly tonguing his so called affections into the depths of your folds. The wet muscle lulling out his mouth before flattening to drag the roughness across your clit. Repeating the motion over and over until he felt satisfied with the way your nails were sinking into his scalp, then moving to suck your slick from your hole. Tongue making its way in to fuck you with it that way.

The whole scene was debouched. Sweat coating your naked skin, eyes rolling back, forcing him to keep his assault going as you reverently shoved his face deeper into your folds. If you had known the man was as much of munch as he is, you would’ve been taken him up on his senseless begging to take you out.

Toji Fushiguro was your dilf neighbor who worked odd hours, stayed gone for days and weeks and continuously asked you to let him take you out when he saw you collecting your mail. He was 40 something, undoubtedly sexy as hell, but something about him was off. You didn’t know what his job was but you assumed he was dangerous, he looked it at least. That scar that sat across his lips, paired with the fact you’d only ever seen his 4 year old son once in the 6 months you’d lived there told you all you needed to know about him. Plus you were young, had your own shit, and had a number of people who’d pull up and give you what you wanted whenever you asked, truly pushin p so he was not a factor in your mind. But he looked happy when you finally let him take you out, like he really wanted you, poor baby he was. You’d run his pockets a little and then move on, he’d get the hint and leave you alone, Simple.

A fucking lie, he was all that was on your mind right now. The way he was eating your pussy just the way you liked was pushing you closer to the edge and quickly. Bucking your hips up to ride against the motions of his tongue you finally released with a cry, squirting across his face.

Dropping your hips you finally released his head letting him pull away from you. Looking up at him, face wet with your cum and a smile plastered on his face.

“How you feel about me now sweetheart, still think you can sing those shitty little songs I hear through my wall about being a “p bitch” or whatever. Quit playing with me and tell me that pussy mine”

A laugh bubbles out your mouth before you could catch it. “That tongue of yours is fucking amazing and I might be nice and let you taste me again but you’re still not finna cuff me Toji” moving your body to sit up so you can get dressed and leave his apartment you hear his laughter follow your words before his smile dropped

“The moment you let me get a taste of that pussy you became mine, that for the streets shit is done y/n, now bring me MY pussy so I can keep giving it what I know it likes” a hand wrapped itself around your ankle dragging you back prone before he attached himself back onto your his pussy causing you to arch up off the bed. Yeah, you may be out the game fr, especially if Toji had anything to say about it.

#shwrites #shwritestojifushiguro #toji fushiguro #x black reader #toji x black reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji fushiguro smut #drabble #brainrot #Spotify #jujutsu kaisen

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 434 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made and the collages.)

OK, GONNA GO THROUGH THIS QUICK THIS TIME AND ONLY GONNA SHED LIGHT ON THE PARTS IN THIS CHAPTER THAT CAUGHT MY EYES. 👁👁

Last chapter was CRAZY MAN. WTHHHH

DAMN SHE EVEN HIT HIM WITH THE SMACK 😭😭😭

“GRANDMA CHILL! I SWEAR IMMA BRING YOU CLOTHES NEXT TIME-” 💀💀💀

Um… wtf? 😀

LOOK AT BABY BOY, USING HIS OWN ACTING SKILLS LIKE THAT. 😩😩💓💓💓 Or is he actually crying? Idk, can't tell. Oh, and “Grandma bullied me, mom.” 😐

HOW DOES SHE KNOW CHARLES CHOI??? MF A CELEBRITY AROUND THESE STREETS. Him and Jinyeong both bruv. 😭😭😭 (Also, “Too late mom. Already met him and he attempted to kill me too.” /j Charles Choi and Grandma would make a perfect couple. 😌✨)

Awww, is that baby Daniel? 😭 Also, wait a damn minute. Why does he look like...

I'M SORRY, BUT HE REMINDED ME OF THIS CHEEP CHEEP FROM MARIO KART. B R U H. THEY LOOK ALIKE. 😭😭😭😭

The typos on here. 😅 "Choio" DFJKDSAHFKLSHDSJLKF SORRY. The first time I was reading this, I had to reread because I thought I was crazy for a sec.

DANG, WE'VE BEEN GETTING A LOT OF NEW CHARACTERS WITH GLASSES RECENTLY. First that ONE HOT LADY from Tiger Job Center, then that ATTRACTIVE DOCTOR who was with Goo, and then NOW A POLICE OFFICER??? PTJ TRYING TO BRING OUT MORE GLASSES REPRESENTATION. 😩💘

UMMMM SIR??? YOU'RE GETTING SHITTED ON. LITERALLY!!!! 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

You guys wish you were that cow, huh...? 👀 Yeah, I see you. You can't fool me...

Woah, woah, woah, woah... RUN THAT BY ME REALY QUICK?!?! AYO, WHEN DID THIS TURN INTO A HORROR MOVIE? WHAT IS THIS, CHILDREN OF THE CORN? 1922???? 👁👁

Aw shit. Danny boy is gonna get gang.... (banged). SORRY. I CAN'T HELP IT-

OMG DANIEL. BEAT THEM UPPP!!!! 😤😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽

Dude. Why did I think this was Zack Lee for a second? 😳😳 (Zack and Gun if they had a child together LMFAO) ALSO THIS NEW GUY IS HOT AF. WHO IS HEEEEEE??? 😩🔥🔥🔥 (And we haven't gotten any naked scenes ever since Samuel, so is PTJ giving us some fan service since Samuel can't do the job right now...? 👀)

WTH IS HE IN A TUB FULL OF SNAKES? N A K E D ? 😳 I mean... if he's into getting his thing bitten- 👀 NAH, NAH, NAH, IM KIDDING, I SWEAR. 😭😭😭😭

I don't blame you if you stared at him for more than a minute.

Omg Daniel embodying his 😵 phase. BUT FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKK. THIS MAN IS BACK!!!!! HE'S FUCKING BACCCKKKKK. AEEEUUUUGGHHHHH. HE STILL LOOKS SEXY AF EVEN IF THIS IS JUST A FLASHBACK. 🥴🥴🥴🥴

YOU BET YOUR ASSES, I WILL SIMP OVER THIS MAN. H A R D.

*N S F W M E M E S W A R N I N G*

I DON'T WANNA SPIT, I WANNA GULP. I WANNA GAG, I WANNA CHOKE. I WANT YOU TO TOUCH THAT LIL' DANGLY THING THAT SWING IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT!!! 🥵🥵🥵🥵

BAHAHAHAHAHAHA I'M GETTING FLASHBACKS WHEN GUN HAD TO BEAT UP SAMUEL AND TELL HIM OFF. 😭😭😭😭

I can just imagine that horrifying face of his. Smiling so menacingly with those terrifying eyes. Like yessss king, go crazy!!! 😍😍😍

LOOK AT THESE DAREDEVILS. DAAAAAAAMN. TERRIFYING AS HELL. 🤭 DANNY BOY REALLY GOT IT FROM GUN FRFR. (Ugh, like father like son. Daniel could be my son- I mean, what? 😀)

I FUCKING KNEW IT. THIS FOUR EYED MF WAS SHADY FROM THE VERY BEGINNING!!! LIKE WHY TF WAS THAT CREEP STANDING THERE BEHIND HIM AND DANIEL, LOOKING LIKE ONE OF THEM PSYCHO NPC'S FROM OUTLAST 2 ????? BRUH GOT ME FUCKED UP. 😤😤😤

Ok, but why does this mf look like a DILF??? HE LOOKS LIKE A MIXTURE OF MANAGER KIM FROM HIS OWN WEBTOON AND ELITE WHEN HE WAS STILL YOUNG. LMFAAOOOOOO (I'm deadass ab this. They're attractive ngl.) AND WHY DO THE VILLAINS LOOK HOT AF? I'M NOT AGAINST IT, BUT I FEEL LIKE PTJ IS INTO SEXY VILLAINS. HE HAS A KINK FOR THEM. AND HE B R E A T H E S THEM. IN AND OUT. 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 (Update: I guess Kwak Jichang LITERALLY IS a piece of shit. Think about it… 💩)

ANYWAYS, we finna see who these Chungcheon mf's are next chapter. Hopefully, we get to know what the deal is with these people hating on Jinyeong. Bc I STG, IF THIS DRAGS OUT FOR THE NEXT FEW CHAPTERS, I’M GONNA LOSE IT. 😠😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽

#lookism #lookismaddict #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism 434 #lookism spoilers #lookism spoiler #lookism memes #lookism thoughts #daniel park #park hyungseok #gun park #park jonggun #kwak jihan #kwan jihan

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Immortal Beloved - Chapter Seven.

Last update until after Christmas, guys. I guess this gives anyone wishing to catch up a chance to do so, but I must confess that if reads and engagement are still dwindling, the story will likely be discontinued. I don't want to do that really, but I'm not being left with much choice. Working hard on creating something that went from a lot of initial interest to barely any at all is soul destroying for a writer. I appreciate the few people who are committed to it enormously, though.

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,739

Warnings - 18+ only. Adult themes + vampire content throughout. Minors DNI!

“Well, it looks as if the roads are quite passable now.” Looking at John, she snorted a laugh. It was not the news he’d been hoping to hear.  

“Can’t you go and, I dunno, move a load more snow over ‘em, so we don’t have to go anywhere?”  

Oh, the bubble they had fallen into over the past few days. Neither truly wanted to burst it by venturing out from within the four walls of Georgian House. They’d spent most of their time naked, either enjoying one another on a sexual level, or simply warming themselves at the fireside while they’d talked for hours on end. Reality, though, it had to come knocking eventually. 

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she raised a curious eyebrow. “What, I am to go out there and shunt the snowbanks back into every single road running through Birmingham?” 

“Yes,” he said, jerking his head in the direction of the front door. “Go on, hop to it.”  

Her laugh filled the hallway, curling her fingers at his neck. “You do amuse me, my darling. There is nothing to stop us from coming back here later on. I would like another night with you until my rescheduled work engagements fill up the rest of my week.”  

“Yeah,” he breathed, kissing her forehead, “I’m gonna have all that to focus on an’ all. All the races will have been cancelled cos’ of the weather, but we have other things going on I’ll need to be about for.” Those things included words he hadn’t wanted to let into his mind for the last four days since his arrival in Little Aston, such as the Rasmussen’s, and his taking Bryn back to Small Heath to introduce her to his family in order to discuss her own difficulties with them.  

“Come, let us depart, then.”  

His face was not in agreement with those words. “Do we have to leave right now?” 

“You called your brother, and he is back from Warwickshire, yes?” 

“Yeah, he is.” 

“Then we should not keep him waiting. It is rude, and I pride myself on being polite.” 

He grumbled in protest. “I wanted to do something before we did.” He watched her cock her head slightly, his hands wandering over the contours of her body through her long, black skirt. “I really fancy burying me face between your legs for so long, you forget what I look like.”  

He winked, and she felt her stomach flutter. “I could never forget a face so handsome, but by all means, you may do that to me later on.” 

Biting his lip, he smirked, eyes touring her. “You sure not now?” 

The devilment within him. It would be the death of her, if she were not dead already. “Coat and boots. Now. Your family already distrust me. I am not about to give them another reason to stack against me before I have even crossed their threshold.” 

That threshold was reached at just past 6pm, Bryn stepping from the car as John took her arm, reaching to open the front door. His arm pulled from hers as he stepped inside, her body rooted to the spot.  

Polly’s words the previous week returned to him in an instant. “Ah, yeah I have to invite you in, don’t I?” She nodded. “Won’t you please come in, you ridiculously beautiful woman.” Stepping into the small house, it had a very cosy feel to it, the fire crackling away, evidence of someone having been sitting there, that someone coming hurtling in from the back room.  

“Daddy!” 

“Hello, pige.” Scooping his daughter up, John kissed her cheek, Katie cuddling up to him tightly as her eyes took in Bryn, who beamed brightly. “What’s this you’ve got on your head, eh?” Gesturing to the wire hanger that had been fashioned, little sequins wrapped around along with paper flowers, he laughed when she batted his hand away with a scowl. 

“It’s my crown!” Her finger then pointed at Bryn. “Daddy is this your new lady friend?”  

He grinned, nodding. “Yeah, pige. This is Brynhild, but you can call her Bryn, like I do.” 

Immediately, she scrambled from his arms. “Hello, Bryn! My name is princess Katie.”  

Bryn took to her like a duck to water, placing a hand to her chest with a small gasp. “What, you mean to tell me I am meeting the princess Katie of Small Heath?” The child nodded, tucking her chin a little shyly for a moment. “I am thrilled to make your acquaintance, your majesty.” Katie looked thrilled as Bryn bobbed in a neat curtsy, giggling before launching herself to hug her legs, the vampire lifting her into her arms. “This is a very, very pretty crown.” 

“Thanks! I made it, aunt Polly helped but then she got glue on her skirt and said it was a bugger, so I did the rest.” 

“Oi, you want smacked legs?” John admonished, pinching her cheek. “Less of the swearing, eh?” 

“But Polly said it!” Turning then, she found interest in Bryn’s tattoos, her fingers trailing the lines. “Did you paint these on? Do they come off?” 

“No, little princess. I did not paint them on and no, they do not come off.”  

“Is it like what uncle Tommy has on his arm? A two two?” 

“A tattoo, yes,” she softly corrected, Katie’s fingers reaching to begin playing with the strings of pearls around her neck. 

“Where are you from? Your voice is all funny. You don’t talk like we do.” A little more pearl playing went on, Katie studying her intently. “You’re very pretty.” 

“Why thank you. Such a compliment, and from royalty too, no less. As for where I am from, I come from a country called Norway.”  

Her little head of blonde curls swung around to view her father. “Can we go one day, daddy? Can you drive us there?”  

He laughed, taking her back from Bryn. “Not unless cars can suddenly cross water, pige. Now let’s get you off to bed.” 

“But I want to say up and talk to Bryn!” Ahh, he knew she’d probably be difficult, confronted with a new person. She likely already had designs on bringing down her doll collection to proudly show off. 

“I will come and see you again soon, princess Katie. This I promise.” Bryn vouched, rubbing her nightdress covered thigh affectionately. A few more protests were given before John took her up, coming back to walk Bryn through to the backroom, where there waiting were Tommy, Arthur and Polly.  

“Everyone, this is Brynhild. Bryn, this is Arthur, Tommy and Polly.”  

Studying them, she made her usual quick assessments, walking first to Tommy. He looked a little stiff, but was certainly the least frosty of the three.  

“A pleasure.” She offered her hand, Tommy hesitating only for a second, the echoes of screams that had sounded long ago sharp again within his mind before he shook it. He noticed it as soon as his skin pressed to hers, the ancient power that radiated from her.  

She seemed confident and polite, a civilised woman. It did not mean she truly was, though. Whatever sorcery she’d obviously worked on John, he wouldn’t be so quick to succumb, but he would give her a fair chance all the same.  

“Polly, hello.” Here she was met with much more coolness, the matriarch of the family lifting her chin as she took a step back, Bryn hearing her heartbeat escalate. She withdrew her hand after a few moments, certain it was not about to be shook. “I am not what your grandmother told you we are.”  

“You’ll keep my grandmother’s name out of your mouth, if it’s all the same to you.”  

“Pol, knock it on the head,” John warned, his brow creasing. 

“No, I bloody won’t,” she protested, although her eyes did not leave Bryn for a second. Her jaw clenched as she swallowed hard, trying to remain rocklike in the presence of a creature she’d been warned never to trust, no matter what. Bryn saw it, though, the way the curls framing her face gently fluttered from her trembles. “But I will at least listen to what she has to say.” 

“Well, I flamin’ won’t,” Arthur began, brandishing a large, silver knife as Bryn turned to him. “Don’t you fucking come anywhere near me!”  

“Arthur, put the knife down,” Tommy spoke, his tone quiet yet strong.  

“I will not.” 

Bryn turned, moving to take a seat at the table beside John. “If he wishes to arm himself for his own peace of mind, then I shall not object.”  

“Ain’t like you couldn’t take it from him faster than he could blink,” John snorted, resting a hand to her thigh, remembering how she’d done the very same to him. While Polly studied the ease he displayed while interacting with the shadow walker, Arthur was becoming tighter wound by the second.  

“I suppose if you’re fine with it,” Tommy began, lighting a cigarette. “Now, let’s get right to business, shall we? You want us to offer you protection in the daylight hours from the Rasmussen’s, should they ever get wind of your whereabouts.” 

“That is correct,” Bryn confirmed. 

“And what do we get out of it, apart from monetary recompense?” Taking a drag on his cigarette, his eyes narrowed a fraction. “The Peaky Blinders aren’t exactly short of a bob or two already, so I want to know what else it is that you can provide me with, in the interests of making it worth my while to trust a shadow walker.” 

John had mentioned how shrewd he could be. “It would be a regular, large sum of legitimate cash, for one thing. Bodyguarding services do not need to be hidden from the books, or laundered by other means as I know you have to with some of your more, ah, shadowed activities, shall we say. Then there is the fact that the Rasmussen’s do not play fair when it comes to a fight. I could give you the means to not just level the playing field, but level them, also. You know what they are, I am correct in thinking?” 

He nodded singularly. “Vampire hunters. John told us, yes.”  

“And you know why specifically they are hunting me?” 

“I do, for your blood. Somewhat hypocritical, if you ask me. Trying to wipe out your kind, but only too happy to drink your blood in order to harness a little of your strength for themselves.” 

Her mouth upturned, a smile spreading. “I have often thought much the same. In light of this, know that in physical combat, you shall never beat them as it stands. Outwitting them too shall prove difficult, for the advantage they hold. What I can offer to you is what they seek. My blood.  

“It will sharpen you both mentally and physically, far more than they. Whatever vampire they have within their clutches at present whom they are using for their blood source, they are nowhere near as old or strong as I. If you have that, Tommy, you have everything. The advantage will be yours.”  

His eyes widened a fraction at the suggestion, Bryn turning to John. “Show him, darling.”  

He stood, placing his hand beneath her chair before lifting it clean in the air above his head, his arm not even wobbling, no sign of any strain upon his face.  

“Holy shit,” Polly exclaimed, her eyes snapping from the sight to Tommy, who’s interest had just piqued by several notches.  

“And why the fuck have you been doing something so fucking vile as drinking her blood, eh? That’s fucking disgusting. Shame on ya!” Arthur raged, watching as his brother set the vampire down again neatly.  

John sniffed casually, looking at Bryn with a wink. “I had my reasons. I could tell you, but you’d probably shit a lung in disgust.” Being able to fuck for hours on end. Having the feeling of a million stars shooting through his bloodstream. Orgasms that rocked his foundations to rubble. Being able to feel her there connected to him, on a level that went beyond what they as mere humans could otherwise comprehend. No. Arthur likely wouldn’t take fondly to hearing such candid verbatim.  

Tommy cleared his throat. “And how much did you have in mind, monetary speaking?” 

“Are we just going to fucking sit here and ignore that this... this... evil witch creature has our bloody brother under some kind of spell, or what?” Arthur raged, thumping his hand on the table before the chair screeched out from under him, rising to his feet rapidly.  

“I am no witch, Arthur,” Bryn commented softly.  

John snorted with laughter. “Could’ve fooled me, bab.” The wink he directed at Bryn left nobody in any doubt over exactly what he alluded to. 

“Shut the fuck up, John! Just because you’ve decided to start shagging the fuck out of a corpse, it don’t mean we’ve got to be alright with it!” 

The mood in the room changed drastically, John shooting his eldest brother a dangerous glare. “The fuck did you just call her?” 

“Technically he’s right,” Bryn spoke casually, looking over at Arthur with a small smirk. “However, you shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it. If there is one place we truly come alive, it is in the bedroom.” She then winked at John, feeling his temper deflate in an instant. He did nothing to hide his grin and snort of laughter, his reaction only further exasperating Arthur.  

“Revolting,” he began, swinging his pointed finger then towards Bryn. “And you, you fucking vile piece of filth, are a goddamned abomination!” 

Bryn was prepared to take a lot in order to help her cause, also to smooth any tensions that her love’s family might’ve still harboured now that she was involved romantically with him. Being called an abomination was where she drew a definitive line, though.  

Her growl rattled through the room, every person bar John feeling the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end. “You will never call me that again.”  

“Listen to it, listen!” he raged, gesturing with both hands, his eyes widening. “Fucking growling, like the beast it is!”  

“Arthur,” John warned, “don’t bloody push her. She’s gentle as a sparrow, but if you light a match under her fucking temper, I ain’t putting myself between you and the explosion.”  

His mannerisms became jerky as anger and fear flooded his blood, thrusting a pointed finger in Bryn’s direction. “I will not share air with that fucking devil creature!” 

“That is fine, Arthur. For I do not need to breathe.” She was hanging onto her desire to exit her seat and pin him to the nearest wall, fangs bared, by the skin of those very teeth. Out of respect for John and nothing more, she remained seated. John, her darling, he who had just broken the tension in the air somewhat by snorting with laughter at her words.  

“John boy, this ain’t funny!” 

“Oh, it fucking is though, Arthur. You ranting and raving like a bloody lunatic about how vicious and murderous she’s supposed to be, and she’s just sitting there quietly, taking every ounce of your shit while you show yourself up good an’ proper.” Leaning back in his seat, he shook his head, still rumbling with his chuckles. “Give it a rest, eh?”  

“Give it a rest?” His spat statement was accompanied by a fine mist of saliva sprayed into the air, his hair becoming unruly as he dragged his fingers through it. “Oh ar, yeah let’s all give it a rest and let her think we’ve dropped our guard. Then she’d bring her friends along and it’ll be the Black Patch all over again!” 

John remained calm, chewing his toothpick with nonchalance. “You’re going to give yourself a funny turn, you are.” 

“You didn’t see it, John boy! You didn’t see people ripped apart, their throats torn out, you didn’t...” His words trailed off, eyes snapping to Bryn as she stood, making a start to walk towards him. “Don’t you bloody come near me! Don’t you...” He reached for the knife, but in his haste sent it clattering to the floor, Bryn upon him before he had chance to retrieve it.  

“Shhhhh,” she soothed, reaching for his face, clasping it between her hands, Arthur struggling. 

“Get your fucking hands off me!” 

“Shhhhh, Arthur. Come now.” She’d been pushed to anger before by his verbal tirade, but looking at him, really studying the man whose face she held, thumbs gently stroking his cheeks, she saw it. His outburst was not prompted by any hatred. It was all fear. He was terrified of her. Just like she had done with John upon their first meet, Bryn held his face, transmitting her energy to him, soothing him. He fought against it, though. 

“Get off, stop it. Fucking stop it!” 

He began to crack, embarrassed, frightened tears pooling his eyes, Arthur ashamed to let her witness them sliding down his cheeks. He remained rigid as she pulled him close. “There, there. You are not that frightened little boy any longer, Arthur. You are a strong man, a capable man, one who fought for king and country. There is no need for all this anguish. I do not seek to hurt you.” 

At last, she felt his muscles slacken, surprised to feel his arms wrap around her as he sobbed silently into the soft pelt of her coat. It took him by surprise, the feeling of sudden waves of calm pouring into him, there in the arms of the creature he had considered to be nothing short of the purest evil to ever exist. She fed upon the blood of the living, a shadow residing beast of unimaginable power and darkness, but there in her arms, Arthur felt the kind of safe comfort he hadn’t experienced in a long, long time.  

He couldn’t discount that. 

The whole room remained silent, John raising an eyebrow and nodding at the scene as he and Tommy exchanged glances, the former mouthing ‘told you’ with a satisfied grin. Where Tommy looked to be more accepting of the sight before him, Polly remained stern, her face not cracking whatsoever.  

“Are you composed now?” Bryn asked, pulling back to wipe Arthur’s tears gently with the backs of her fingers.  

Nodding, he took a deep breath, straightening his stance. “A bit, ar.” He still felt embarrassed, excusing himself as Bryn returned to her seat. Immediately, John reached to cup her face, thumb stroking her cheek. She turned her head to kiss his palm, covering her hand with his for a moment. Tommy raised his eyebrows, looking to Polly. Neither had ever seen him really express affection like that for a woman so openly, but both saw it quite clearly.  

Their precious John was in love with a vampire. 

“Now, before Arthur became distressed, you mentioned to me a monetary figure. How is five hundred pounds?” 

“A month?” Tommy asked, surprised. 

“A week.”  

Good god. Just how rich was this woman, to be able to offer five hundred pounds a week? It was a sum he had not expected at all.  

“I think that can be arranged,” he began, stubbing out his cigarette, “but the blood offer I shall have to give some consideration to.”  

“Good enough.”  

“Before anything is decided, I have some questions I’d like to ask you,” Polly began, leaning forward in her seat a little. “How do we know we aren’t about to be set upon by a group of your kind and slaughtered, like what happened up at the Black Patch? We have no bloody assurances here, Brynhild.”  

Bryn nodded, clasping her hands together upon the table. “Polly, the only assurance you need is that if I wanted you dead, you would be.” Clicking her fingers, she smirked. “Faster than that. You would not even see it coming. If I were as feral and bloodthirsty as you assume, it would happen before you knew it. I have no long game to play here, there is no merit in the Shelby’s ending up exsanguinated. I have no need for your money, merely your protection during the daylight. After telling you that, now you tell me what purpose I could possibly have in being duplicitous?” 

Her response was sharply delivered. “The Black Patch massacre, as I just said.” 

Bryn truly hated when humans did not listen. “You would be dead already, as I just said. Besides, it was not my fight.”  

“So you wouldn’t take the side of your own kind over a betrayal?” 

“If a gypsy family whom were not of your blood fell out with others, would you immediately take their side simply because they were gypsy?” 

She lit a cigarette, feeling nervous that the vampire so swiftly had her on the back foot. “That would depend on the circumstances.”  

“If that is so, then why can the same not be applied to me, hmm?”  

Polly did not enjoy witnessing her argument so flawlessly picked apart, feeling as if the neat stitches had been dropped from the needles she had knitted her opinion upon all too easily. “I see.”  

“No, you don’t,” Bryn challenged, reading her like a book. “You are prejudiced against my kind because you lost your kin at the hands of vampires. I knew those responsible, this much is true, but I had no part in what happened. Furthermore, I wanted no part. I have lost too, Polly. Because of the Rasmussen’s, I...”  

John felt it flare within him, a wave of distress burning through her blood, his hand reaching for her. “You alright, sweetheart?”  

She swallowed hard, nodding as she turned to him. “There is something I did not reveal that happened during my incarceration at the hands of the Rasmussen’s. I do not speak it because it brings me too much pain. Pain I can barely comprehend, even after all these years.”  

In getting the family to truly trust her, she knew she had to relive it in revelation. The three humans sitting at the table all waited with bated breath to hear it, just what could make an ancient vampire the likes of her suddenly become victim to her emotions. They would be the first outside of her own kind to know what had happened, too.  

That spoke volumes for a vampire as guarded as Bryn had been forced to become. 

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[spicyclover]

Jaffa cakes

Summary: you and Lando are hiding from a storm in a hostel. You are practically the only one in the establishment, and you managed to have a room for two people. Lando offers you to taste typical English cakes and sweets to pass the time.

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You arrived just before the thunder fell. You were supposed to spend a day hiking in the woods with George, Alex, Carmen and Lily, but they cancelled because of the storm’s announcement.

However, as usual, the two idiots of the group, that is to say, you and Lando, have done again to your heads, and you decided to go anyway…

That’s how at three o'clock in the afternoon, you found yourself running around like crazy people soaked on the trail to get back to the car. You were completely soaked from head to toe, mud up to your ear, and rain dripped from your clothes.

When you got to the car, you had the nasty surprise of discovering that a tree had sunk into it. At the same time, you warned Lando not to park too close to the forest in case.

« We can’t take the car now. » You say you’re sarcastic. « It’s better to find a shelter not too far away. Come on, Lando! I know it’s sad, but I warned you. »

« Oh shut up, » exclaims Lando while sulking to whine about his new car, now dead under a tree. « Stupid tree! I hate nature. »

« Yeah, yeah… »

He still takes his hand in yours, and you head towards the road. Your Googled map has shown a gas station and a motel about 300 meters away.

Arriving at the gas station, you go inside to warm up. You take the opportunity to take some small things to eat while waiting for the storm to calm down, and find a solution for Lando’s car.

You pay your small purchases and see Lando come out a few minutes later, hands full of sweets and cakes.

« It’s so cool! » He says, all excited by his findings. His eyes sparkle with a thousand lights as if the fact that his car is destroyed a few meters longer no longer matters. « They’ve got many cakes and stuff that’s been going on for a thousand years. »

You smile tenderly and stop to look at him. You gaze at him, his curls falling on his wet forehead, his cheeks red by the cold, his lips widened in a big smile and his eyes looking at you intensely. Everything makes you want to kiss him in this pouring rain, and you do it.

You take his jaw in your hands, and you crush your lips against his.

You love this moment. You love those moments when you are alone in the world. There is no Lando Norris, no Y/n, and you are just two humans who love each other madly and kiss in the rain after spending half an hour running on a trail in the woods.

These moments of pure happiness. Or you don’t need to speak to understand each other. Only your actions and actions matter.

You separate from him by putting your forehead against his and feel his arms hugging you hard against him.

« That’s great, baby. » You sigh by grabbing his arm to guide him to the building door. « Come on, let’s see if the motel has room. » 

You run to the entrance. You finally arrive at your room and put your bag in a corner before taking off your clothes to dry. Your bare skin in the open air makes you shiver slightly teeth.

You feel Lando’s warm breath on your neck when he comes around you with his bare arms. You sigh and rest your head against his shoulder. You look in the mirror above the dresser right in front of you.

Happy, that’s how you feel right now; no one can take that away from you. You grab Lando’s camera at your fingertips and take a picture of your naked bodies in the mirror. In an eternal hug.

You feel Lando’s smile against your skin and laugh, gently turning your body. Your head resting on his chest, you listen to the beating of his heart. You hear the click of the camera, and you turn your head to see what it does.

He takes a picture of his bag full of cakes. You laugh when you separate from him, and he offers you to taste his treats.

It’s like you ended up in your motel room, naked enjoying English sweets.

« Can’t go wrong with a Jaffa cake. » He said while opening the little box. « That’s good! » It’s more of a statement than a piece of factual information. « You ever had a Jaffa cake? Would you like one? » 

« Sure » 

« It’s like an orange. » He adds while giving you one. 

« No. I’m not too fond of orange-flavoured things. » You express yourself by refusing the cookie. « I actually don’t. I don’t do orange-flavoured things. »

« Try it, though. It’s not orange-flavoured, and it’s got orange in it. » Like this would make it better.

« Yeah… orange chocolate is not for me. »

« Try It. Try it. Try it. It’s double tasty. » 

« That doesn’t smell right. » You said after smelling it. « Smell it. Smell it.» You say by practically sticking the cake in his nose.

« I already got one in my mouth. »

« Give it a smell. » 

« I can smell it 'cause it’s in my mouth. » He said while laughing. 

« That doesn’t smell very good. » You admit while taking a tiny bit of it. 

« You haven’t got to the orange bit yet, though. »

You took a real bit this time and already made a disgusted face. Lando laughed at you before taking the rest of your biscuit in his mouth. 

You continue the tasting a little, but the fatigue wins over you quickly, and you lie on the bed and close your eyes more and more. You hear Lando talking to you, but you no longer understand the meaning of his sentences because you are increasingly plunging into Morpheus's arms.

When you feel Lando lying next to you and imprisoning you in her arms, your brain definitely goes to sleep. Safe, love and full of cakes.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fluff #f1

[everybodyisabookofblood]

Hook (Me) Up

Pairings: Eddie x Reader

Summary: Thanks to a bad phone line connection, Eddie wrongly assumes the reason his best friend invited him over.

Warnings: Fem! reader (no physical descriptions other than 1 instance of the word girl), soft, insecure Eddie, no use of Y/N, 100% SFW (cannot write sex/romance to save my life)

AN: This was actually meant to be another silly little story, but it got away from me.

--oo--

You open your front door, smiling at the sight of your best friend on the opposite side.

“Hey, Eds,” you greet. “I didn’t expect you to get here so fast.”

He grins and begins stretching out a hand to lean against your doorframe. “Didn’t want to keep you waiting, sweet–“ His suave greeting is cut off with a small yelp when his hand gets a little too close to the edge and ends up slipping.

You dart quickly to the side as Eddie stumbles across the threshold, knees close to buckling before he manages to catch himself. You slap a hand over your mouth to hide your giggles as he straightens with an embarrassed scowl in your direction.

“Smooth move Eddie the Unbalanced.”

He rolls his eyes, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “You’re hilarious.”

You frown slightly as he continues playing with his hair, wondering why he looks so on edge. “Hey, you okay?” you ask, lightly touching his shoulder. “We don’t have to do this right now if you don’t want to.”

“No!” He practically shouts the word, wincing in embarrassment when you flinch. He clears his throat and continues in a normal tone. “I mean, no, we can do this.”

You hesitate for a second, eyes scanning his face briefly before nodding. “Alright. Let’s go up to my bedroom.”

He huffs out a breath. “Wow.. yeah, okay. Jump right into it, I guess.”

Your brows furrow at his response, but you push your confusion to the side as he follows you up the stairs.

“Just need to grab something first,” you say as you enter your bedroom and head toward your bedside table. You open the drawer and begin digging through the contents, jokingly calling out, “I hope you have what I’m looking for!”

“Hell yeah, I do, sweetheart.”

You smile fondly at the excitement in his voice, glad that whatever nervous energy he was feeling downstairs had seemingly dissipated, and he was back to the over-enthusiastic personality you loved. You turn around, the 20-dollar bill you were looking for in your hand, to find Eddie naked from the waist up and fumbling eagerly with his belt.

“Eddie… what the hell are you doing?”

His hands freeze around his handcuff-shaped buckle as he slowly looks up. “Uh, you asked me to come over to hook up?”

Silently you cursed your mother and her refusal to have the phone line – and its tendency to randomly cut off what you (wrongly) assumed was only other people’s side of the conversation– fixed. “Eds,” you explained slowly. “I asked you to come over to hook me up.” You gesture at him with the crumpled twenty still in your hand. “You know, the usual?”

His hands fall to his side as redness colors his cheeks and spreads down his neck. “Oh… right.” He laughs bitterly. “Of course, because you wouldn’t….”

“Eddie,” you cut him off gently, sliding the money into your back pocket and taking a tentative step towards him. “Were you… I mean, did you really want it to be the other thing?”

He shakes his head, bending down to pick up his discarded Hellfire shirt. “It doesn’t matter,” he mutters as he moves to put it pack on.

You stop the movement, wrapping your fingers around the fabric and feeling the press of his rings underneath it. “It matters, Eddie. Did you want it to be?” you repeat.

“Guess I really showed my hand, huh?” He meets your probing gaze, the half-hearted smirk on his face belied by the sheen of tears that turned his eyes into liquid chocolate. “I wanted whatever you would give me,” he finished softly.

Your breath caught, your own eyes growing watery. “Eddie…”

He looked away. “I should probably go.”

“No.”

His eyes snapped back to you, brows furrowed. “No?”

You inhaled, your thoughts racing. Your best friend was willing to risk your entire friendship for what he thought he’d mistakenly heard. Now it was your turn to do the same… but you had to know if it was more than that. More than just the thought of a potential hookup.

“What do you want me to give you?”

He scoffed, trying to tug his hands away. “I think that’s pretty clear.”

You held on tighter. “Were you just looking for a hookup? Or do you –”

“Do I what?” he interjected angrily. “Want more from the girl I’m desperately in lo–” he stopped speaking, his mouth snapping shut and looking almost shocked at what he’d almost blurted out.

Your heart melted, and you let out an affectionate laugh at his startled look, pulling the shirt from his limp hands and dropping it back down to the floor. His face fell as he mistook the tone of your laugh, shoulders slumping as you watched him mentally prepare himself for rejection.

“Eddie,” you whispered, trailing your hands up his tattooed arms. One came to rest on his chest just over his demon tattoo, where you could feel quickened heartbeat beneath your palm. The other cradled his face, gently encouraging him to look at you. “I love you too.”

His eyes widened. “You… you do?”

You nodded shyly, a tear trailing down your cheek.

He raised his hand to cup your cheek, wiping away the liquid with his thumb, a slow smile beginning to bloom on his pouty lips. You shuddered as you felt his rings drag against your skin as his hand curved around your neck and started pulling your face towards him.

As your lips met, and he echoed your declaration softly against them, you silently thanked your mother for not fixing the phone line.

#eddie x reader #eddie x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x y/n #eddie munson angst

[thosepeakyboysimagines]

*not my gif*

Arranged (Part 4)

Pairing: Finn Shelby x Y/N

Warning:

Summary: You were the youngest child of you fathers, being part of a mob family in the heart of New York, your family had many enemies in the city, and even further away, and your life was about to change after a Peaky Boy barged into your life.

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"Fuuuuuckkkkk." You groaned out as you opened your eyes the next morning with your head still on Finn's chest. You rolled over and held you head in your hands.

"You okay love?" You heard a deep groggy voice say.

"My head." You said sighing out.

"Look in your bed side." He said as he flipped onto his side to look at you. You looked over and there was some tablets and water.

"Your the best." You said to him and grabbed them off the table and took them quickly. You laid back on your back and closed your eyes.

"So what are the plans today?" You asked.

"Well, I was thinking I'd show you around the city a bit. Go to the Garrison, which Tommy owns. Meet some new people. Then we can go back to my house and get your all set up." He said placing his hand softly on your forehead.

"Sounds good to me. I'd just like to get the alcohol out of my system first and not feel like shit. How bad was I?" You asked not ready to hear how big of an ass you made yourself look like.

"Not too bad. You were pretty mad at me because I wasn't around you. You caused some good laughs but nothing near the shit that normally goes on here." He said rubbing your head softly now.

"Here. I'll run you a bath and you can get ready for our day, then come downstairs and have breakfast wit everyone." He said getting up from the bed only in his boxers. He pulled his pants on and walked to the bathroom. You stood wrapping the sheet around your body to keep somewhat warm and went to the bathroom.

"Come on. It nice and warm." He said motioning you over. You dropped the sheet, exposing your completely naked body now to him. Trying to cover up slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

"I'll let you know right now, your body is beautiful, I saw you naked last night, and you never have to hide from me." He said standing and looking over at you. You smiled and walked over to the bath he stood in front and got in. The bubbles he put in covering you completely. The water was so warm on your skin, and relaxed all the muscles in your body.

"Are you excited to see England today?" Finn asked kneeling beside the bath tub and putting his arms on the edge of it.

"I am never left New York. So, I'm excited to see new things." You said looking at him. He smiled at you and put hand arm over and out his finger tips into the warm water you laid in. He looked down at the water as he caught bubbles in his hands and just kind of looked like he was thinking hard.

"Hey." You said putting your finger up to his chin to lift it up to look at you.

"Everything okay?" You asked looking into his eyes.

"Oh yeah. Just thinking." He said with a small grin.

"About?" You asked trying to understand him.

"Just thinking about my future. What will become of you and I. What you want from me. If you really want to be in this marriage. I've seen how arranged marriages go and most of the time, the couple ends top hating each other." He spoke up explaining his thoughts to you.

"Well, it is only day 4 of being married, so I can only tell you what I think at this moment. Right now, I think I would very much like a future with you. Do I think we will get along all the time? No, of course not. You have Shelby blood flooding your veins, I know there is anger in there somewhere. I have Italian blood, Gotti blood to be exact, running though my blood. But, I could see us having a beautiful family, kicking ass, and growing old together." You said explaining what you thought. He smiled and kissed your forehead softly.

"Well, I'm happy you feel that way. Now go ahead clean ups and I'll see you downstairs." He said standing and walking out. You smiled at yourself. He was a good man, he may not do some not so good things, but the people he loves, they know he loves them. That's ask you needed. To know you were loved, and safe. You finished up your bath and gout, wrapped your self in the robe that hung on the back of the door. You walked out drying your hair with a small towel. You opened your suit case that laid on the ground on your side of the bed. you grabbed out the pinstripe blazer, with a black button up shirt, and leather pants. Also, grabbing your fedora, and black heeled boots. You slipped into all your clothes and looking at yourself in the mirror before stepping out of the room. You made your way down the stairs and heard the talking coming from a few rooms over. You made your way to that room and entered it.

"There she is!!" Arthur yelled. You smiled at everyone, scanning the room to find Finn, and finally your eyes landed on him on the other side of the table with an open seat next to him. You began to round the table.

"You need to give me the name of whoever makes that suit. I need it." Polly said as you passed her.

"I'll have one specially tailored for you from New York." You told her with a smile and made it to Finn. You sat next to him and pushed your chair in.

"You look amazing." He whispered to you. You smiled at him giving him a thankful look.

"Alright, so Item one Welcome to the family officially Y/N. Hope you wont get to annoyed with all of us." Tommy said standing from his seat and clanking a knife on his glass. Everyone cheered and hooted.

"Item two, not with Y/N in the family, we have made amends with the Gotti family, which means we've made amends with pretty much all of New York. So we can began our move into America. We may have some trouble with Jack Nelson again, but with the Gotti family, and our men there now. We shouldn't have too much trouble." Tommy went on to the next topic. Thinking to yourself that you married Finn, for the business, but looking over at Finn and thinking even if it was just a business transaction you might actually have feelings for this man. Everyone ate and talked over their breakfast for about an hour longer.

"alright well I'm sure everyone has their own things going on today, so everyone have a nice day. Finn & Y/N have fun around the cities, but Finn remember to be careful." Tommy said before everyone broke away from the table. You stood along with everyone else.

"Alright you ready?" Finn asked as you both stood.

"Yes." You said with a smile and followed him out of the house and to the Bentley that sat out front for the two of you. You got in and Finn rounded the car to get in and drive off.

It as an amazing day with your husband. You drove around London met some Peaky boys that you'd be seeing around a lot. You danced, ate, sat and watched people walking around town, learned more and more about each other. You two were back in the car and on your way to Small Heath for the last stop of the night. You pulled up to the Garrison where it seemed like the place was packed.

"Here we are where everything started." Finn said before getting out of the car and coming to open your door. You took his hand and stepped out lightly.

"Wow. This place seems popular." You said with a smile.

"Well it is run and owned by the men who own and run this city, so they know where the best stuff is. Come on in, have a few more people for you to meet." He said leading you into the Garrison. It was covered in gold and beautiful lights hang from ceiling.

"Wow, thus place is beautiful." You said looking around.

"Yeah, had somewhat of an upgrade after it got blown up." Finn said. You looked at him with wide eyes.

"Business." Was all he said and you understood.

"Finn!!!" You heard a tall, blue eyed, black man say from a booth on the other side of the pub.

"Y/n, I'd like you to meet Isaiah. One of my best mates, and one of the Peaky Blinders." Finn said as you met with Isaiah.

"Well fuck Finn, look at you, finally got yourself a pretty one. No more slags for this guy, ey?" Isaiah said laughing and putting Finn in a headlock.

"Very nice to meet you Y/N." He said holding his hand out for you to place it in his and he kissed the top of it.

"Nice to meet you to Isaiah." You said with a smile.

"Y/N!" You heard your name called from behind you. You turned to see Polly stood at the bar waving you over.

"I'm going to go et a drink." You said before walking away from the two men.

"Hey Pol." You said meeting her and sitting st one of the hightop seats at the bar next to her.

"So, how was your time being introduced to the city?" She asked lighting s cigarette and motioning it to you. You took it and took a drag off of it.

"It was very nice. I think I'll like it here." You said with a smile.

"Hey! can we get a whiskey over here for the women?" Polly yelled at the bartender. The bartender hurrying to get that whiskey of you. You took a sip and relaxed a bit more.

You and Polly sat and talked for what felt like hours. Getting to know more and more about the family.

"Scuse. miss." You heard a man say from behind you and brush your hip with his hand.

"Mrs. and you can back up." You said turning to the man who wanted to get severely close to you.

"Sorry. Mrs. But you are beautiful, and I don't see your Mr. next to you. So I'm sure it'll be okay if I just." He said as he began to move his hand towards you waist again. Pulling out the knife from your boot, standing up, flicking it open and pushing it to his throat causing him to push back up against the bar.

"You didn't let me finish. Mrs. Shelby it is." You said and his eyes widened as you felt a presence behind you knowing it was Finn and Isaiah. Polly just sat and watched you, studied your movements.

"I suggest you don't come back here." You said backing up and he stood straight up.

"Fucking, Peaky Blinders." He said as he ran out of the building. You turned to look at Finn.

"Well. Didn't think you had that in ya." Finn said grabbing ahold of your hips and pulling you into him.

"I think there's a lot you may not know about me Finn. But you will learn as time goes on. But for now, let's dance!" You said pushing him to the middle of the room where everyone danced and joining in.

You and Finn danced through the night, drinking, laughing, even kissing every once in awhile. It rounded just about morning time when you and Finn sat in a booth just talking and realized there were people passed out in other booths and even on the floor.

"Well shit, we should probably get home. Get you acquainted with the house, and get some sleep." He said standing up sliding out of the booth. You followed behind him, and to the front door. You walked out, it wasn't sunrise yet, just before the sunrise where it was light out, but no sun appeared. You got into the car and Finn drove about 20 minutes away from the Garrison. Pulling up to a house secluded with trees around it, and a big farm. The house wasn't as big as Tommy's, but still big and just enough room.

"This is beautiful Finn." You said looking around the property.

"Yeah. It not huge, but I don't need huge. Just need enough room for the horses, and somewhere I'm able to get away from all the craziness." He said as pulled into the driveway.

"Its perfect." You said smiling and becoming more happy to be here by just seeing where you'd live. You got out of the car and met around it to Finn who wrapped his arm round your shoulder and walked with you into the home.

"Welcome home, Love."

#Harry Kirton #Finn Shelby #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #Finn Shelby x Y/N #Finn Shelby x Reader #imagine #imagines

[watercolor-hearts]

😍 published lines or a section of a fic that you loved writing?

i am curious 👀

There's no way I can choose only one story because I love almost all of my stories. So prepare for a long post. 😃

Also, thank you for the ask, I love rereading my stories and now I was able to collect and show you my fave sentences/paragraphs. Thanks to you, Nyx, and to a lot of other people, this summer I was able to write a lot of stories and I can't be grateful enough for the opportunities. ❤

So, let's dive in:

Just a nightmare • Simi

“Kimi, wake up,” Seb asked him, this time a bit louder, “It's time to—” Seb wanted to say but the speed with which Kimi woke and sat up almost sent Seb off of the bed, the only thing keeping him there was Kimi hugging him, head pressed to his chest. 

“Seb, you're here,” Kimi said, Seb's heart thundering under his ear. “Oh my god, you're here...”

“I'm here,” Seb nodded, pulling Kimi closer to his chest, running his hand through his boyfriend's blond hair and then hugging him back, both arms around his head, “I'm here, love. I'm here,” he repeated while kissing his boyfriend's hair and trying to take some deep breaths to slow his heart down because that could help Kimi too. 

Home • Simi (This whole story and universe is very special to me.)

“Don't worry about it. It's okay,” Kimi said, “You can lie back if you want to. You used to love sleeping on my chest. How was it for you now?

Seb slowly lay back, letting out a satisfied sigh as his head landed on Kimi's chest.

“It was... It was good. Easy to sleep. Felt safe.”

Dream turned into a nightmare • Charlos

“We should have a shower,” Carlos said, caressing Charles' cheek with his thumb. Charles was beautiful like this, his green eyes glowing, a soft smile on his face as he was levitating between a dream-like place and reality. He had never imagined their first time could be this amazing with Carlos being incredibly gentle, taking time to prepare him, not wanting to cause pain or any discomfort, always asking for permission and everything. It was like a dream. 

“We'll have time for that later too,” Charles whispered, drawing shapes on Carlos' right upper arm, enjoying that nobody will bother them because they're alone as Carlos' parents have gone from home for a few days. 

“You like to snuggle, no?” Carlos asked, sliding his left hand down on Charles' back all the way to his ass, resting it on the cheeks. They were lying on Carlos' bed, all naked, Charles' body sticking to Carlos' because of Charles' own cum on his stomach. They should really have a shower but Charles enjoyed the snuggle too much to care. 

Broken Hearts and Broken Dreams • Lestappen

“I hate you, Max,” Charles turned to him again. “You took everything away from me. Everything. If I keep the b—”

“You are of course going to keep it.”

“That's not your fucking decision, Max. My body, my decision. [...]

Safe place • Carlando

Daniel's farm has seen quite a few developing relationships and it has always been a safe place for them. 

In Sickness and In Health • Simi

In sickness and in health, they say. Seb and Kimi knew it well.

Notice him • Kimi&Antonio, Simi

Antonio smiled and put his hand on Kimi's shoulder. “Maybe it's just that he can sing and you can't. But—”

“I can sing. I just choose not to.”

Antonio burst out laughing. It made Kimi smile. 

“Yeah, I can imagine you singing in the shower.”

“I'm a generational talent.”

Still a human • Simi

Sebastian took the thin paper out of the box and when they caught a glimpse of the soft, red lace bralette laying beautifully on the beige satin material which the box was lined with, tears started filling their eyes. It was such a big step for them to buy something like this. They could feel some kind of relief. They were alone, they had their first-ever bralette and they were ready to try it on again and maybe wear it for a while.

Sebastian took off their t-shirt and lifted the soft, red lace bralette out of the box. Their hands were shaking a bit but they tried not to care about it as they put the bralette on.

Sebastian took a deep breath and tried to get used to the feeling of wearing a bralette. They looked down at their chest and smiled. This was the feeling they were looking for, for a long time. Relief, happiness, and confidence. They can be themselves now after all the years of trying to suppress their real self. Sebastian was proud of themselves for finally taking this big step.

I'm still here • Simi

“You weren't the one that had to experience seeing his husband almost die at home and then in the ambulance too. I was the one who had to see it and hope that I won't have to leave the hospital alone, Seb,” Kimi said, finally looking into Sebastian's eyes, “I can't think about death like it's something... Something nice and reassuring and part of life and things like that. I'm okay with my death. I don't care about it. But yours is different. You're my husband, you're my everything. It's not a part of my plans to see you leave me alone for the rest of my life. If you have to go, I want to go with you. It wouldn't be the same without you.”

Blood, sweat and tears • Lestappen

“I'm tired of Ferrari,” Carles said, not letting Max finish his sentence. “I'm tired of being Il Predestinato and I'm tired of always fucking up and I'm tired of not having one single race where everything works and we win and I'm tired of always doing my best but never being good enough and I'm also tired of always just saying that the next year will be ours. No, it won't be. It hasn't been ours in the past God knows how many years either for fucks sake!” Carles raged, slapping the surface of the kitchen island with such a great force the sound made Max twitch. “Fucking shit,” Charles muttered under his breath, feeling his palm burn and tears filling his eyes. 

[...]

Charles was lying on Max's chest, listening to the calm beats under his ear, letting the tears fall until there wasn't any left. There was only one thought in his mind:

I'll give my blood, sweat, and tears for this. 

You're here now • Carlando

“Cariño,” Carlos breathed in relief as he hugged Lando tight, their hearts racing so close to each other they could nearly touch and become one strong and scared pump finding its healthy rhythm again as Carlos and Lando breathed into each other's neck, not letting the other go for long, long moments. 

Battle scar • Galex

“I just don't want you to be in pain,” George murmured, moving closer to Alex to cuddle him.

“I'm not in pain anymore. You're a good nurse, Georgie. It could be a good second carrier for you after retirement” Alex smiled, changing their position a bit so now he was the one cuddling George. George needed it more, it was clear. Alex held him close to his body, his naked torso radiating warmth towards George's face. It was nice for him to feel Alex this close. Alex was gonna be okay. It's just a small injury, George kept reminding himself.

“Maybe as your personal nurse, if you keep getting injuries.”

“Maybe I'll keep getting them so you can nurse me back to health every time,” Alex said, with a soft smile, kissing George's soft and a bit messy hair.

“You like it, yeah?”

“I always like it when you're here with me,” Alex confessed, fearing George could feel his heart racing in his chest because he was only a few millimeters from it. “I like you.”

“Maybe I like you too,” George murmured, looking at Alex for a moment before putting a soft kiss on his lips and then burying his face into Alex's chest, feeling the pounding of his heart on his cheek.

I'm breathing... • Lewis&Bono

“Are you alright?”

“Just an anxiety attack coming,” Lewis opened his eyes to look at his engineer, “I'll be alright, don't worry. I'm trying to… Breathe through it.”

“Is there a way I can help you? Should I call Angela?” Bono's engineer instincts kicked in and he wanted to solve the problem as soon as he could. 

“No, she deserves to have a rest. And you're here,” smiled Lewis lightly. “Your voice helps.”

“Want me to talk to you?” asked Bono and when Lewis responded with a nod, the engineer brought the chair that was next to the wall closer to the couch so he could sit down. 

“Talk about something that's not racing.”

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Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I lied -Danny Words: 2,762 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter /Next Chapter Listen to: 'Girls Like You' -by The Naked And Famous

XXX: It's Been (0) Days Since I Almost Died

Ara's parents leave her at camp for New Year's. Lily welcomes her on the hill, along with the Stolls and Nico Di Angelo.

"You piece of sh—" Ara tries to reach for his throat but Lily gets in the way.

"Hey! It's my birthday and you know the rules!"

"I want my dino back!"

"I've no idea what she's talking about," the boy smirks.

"I'm gonna feed you to my lion."

"Mrs. O'Leary and Pollo both said they like me more."

Ara gasps. "Take that back!"

"You know what, Ara, why don't you take a walk?" Travis suggests. "And maybe, by the time you come back to the Big House, your T-Rex will be right where you left it. Right, Nico?"

"Unlikely."

"Nico!" Lily berates him in Italian, to which he replies with an eye-roll.

"Okay. Yeah, maybe."

Ara flips off Nico before leaving, she doesn't want to do this, but if that's what it takes to save her dino, then she's got no choice. The girl walks into the forest and quickly loses track of time. 

"...or a raccoon."

Ara stops, there's a group of people a few feet ahead of her.

"With no toes?" 

"Piper? What do you think?" 

The girl scoffs. "Just because I'm Native American doesn't mean I can track furniture through the wilderness—'Yes, kemosabe. A three-legged table passed this way an hour ago.' Heck, I don't know."

"Okay, jeez!"

"It's probably a table. Which means Buford went across this stream." 

"You lost a table?" Ara's voice startles the trio.

"Holy crap!" Leo lands on his butt. "How are you so quiet?"

She points at the tracks. "A table did that?"

A young nature spirit—Ara thinks it's Brooke—comes out of the stream in front of them. 

"Could you be any louder? They'll hear you!"

"Are you a naiad?" Leo asks, not caring about the warning. 

"Shh! They'll kill us all! They're right over there!" 

Ara seizes her compass. "What's out there, Brooke?"

"Brooke the brook?" Jason asks with a grin, Piper hits his leg. 

"Okay, Brooke. I'm Piper. We won't let anyone harm you. Just tell us who you're afraid of." 

Brooke approaches with wide eyes. "I'm glad you're back, Ara. It's my crazy cousins. None of us is safe! Now go away. I have to hide!"

Brooke vanishes and Ara pinches the bridge of her nose. "I literally just got here."

"Crazy cousins?" Piper turns to her. "Any idea what she was talking about?" 

"No, but crazy for a Greek is probably way off the rails."

"Maybe we should keep our voices down," Jason suggests.

"We have to follow the trail," Leo insists. "I mean... we're heroes and stuff. We can handle whatever it is. And Ara's back, so that doubles our chances!"

"Right," Ara turns her compass into Almighty. Jason and Piper draw out their weapons and stand next to her, she looks at Leo and raises a brow. "Still no weapon?"

"I don't need 'em," Leo points vaguely at them. "I brought these two with me and now you're here."

She sighs. "Just tell me what's going on..."

The only good thing about this is that Leo is so caught up in his mess that he's not acting weird around Ara. She's kind of glad Buford ran away. Leo thought she'd get angry, but honestly? She would've made the same mistake, so she's quite understanding. 

"Oh," Piper whispers, stopping dead in her tracks. "This isn't good." 

"Why?"

"It's bad luck to be here," Jason explains, but to Ara, it suddenly sounds like it's coming from behind a wall. "This is the battle site."

"What battle?"

"I told you," Ara speaks, unmoving. "The Battle of the Labyrinth." 

Leo grimaces. "Oh... Great. Buford had to run to the most dangerous part of the woods. He couldn't just, like, run to the beach or a burger shop."

Ara remembers the carnage with ample clarity: the way her clothes ended up bloodstained and muddy after carrying the dead campers out of here. She remembers Michael's vow, and—

"Does Buford have a round tabletop with little steam vents sticking up on one side?" Piper asks.

"How did you know?"

"Because he's right over there."

Ara tries to snap out of her war flashbacks. "Oh... good."

"That was easy," Jason tries to walk to the other end of the clearing but Leo stops him.

"Someone's coming!"

"Leo—"

"Shh!" The boy drags them behind what used to be Zeus's fist. 

A bunch of girls skip into the clearing looking very much wasted. "They're just nymphs, Leo," Piper says, but Leo's eyes widen as she tries to stand and keeps her down.

"Crazy cousins!" He reminds them.

"Are they drunk?" Jason asks under his breath. 

A drakon slips into the scene and growls at the nymphs, but they keep giggling and fooling around like they don't care at all. 

"We've got to help them," Piper urges them. "They'll be killed!" 

"No," Ara frowns. No nymph would be so stoic about a drakon crashing their slumber party. "Let's wait."

"Ara, those are just—"

"Be quiet!" She interrupts Jason. "Stay hidden, that's an order."

It doesn't take long before her suspicions get confirmed. One of the girls approaches the creature asking if he's Dionysus, the drakon tries to burn her, and they skin the beast alive like it's a piñata.

"I saw something like this once," Ara gulps. "In that spooky movie with the clown..."

"IT?" Jason asks hoarsely.

"Oh, gods," Piper covers her eyes in terror. "Oh, gods!"

"I read about these nymphs," Leo says, trying to keep it together. "They're followers of Dionysus. I forget what they're called—" 

"Maenads," Piper continues, pressing closer to Ara. "I've heard of them. I thought they only existed in ancient times. They attended Dionysus's parties. When they got too excited..." 

"We have to get out of here," Jason concludes. 

"But they're between us and Buford! And we've only got—" Leo looks at his watch. "Thirty minutes to get the syncopator installed!" 

"Maybe I can fly us over to Buford?" Jason offers, but after a while, he gives up. "I don't know... the air feels agitated. Maybe those nymphs are messing things up. Even the wind spirits are too nervous to get close." 

"That's encouraging," Ara mutters.

"We should call Pollo."

"He's not going anywhere near those girls! They make sirens look stupid!"

"We'll have to retreat to the woods, then. If we can skirt around the Maenads—" 

"Hello!" 

Ara lets out a high-pitched scream that Leo is quick to muffle with his hand. The maenad continues like nothing's going on. 

"Are you Dionysus?" 

"Yes!" Leo pipes in quickly. "Absolutely. I am Dionysus." 

He pulls Ara up and places her between him and the crazy girls. Ara's grip tightens around her sword.

"Wonderful! My lord Dionysus? Really?" 

"Um, Lord Dionysus, what are you doing?" Piper stands behind them with the dagger in hand.

"Everything's cool! The Maenads are my attendants. I love these guys."

"Lord Dionysus, are these three sacrifices for the party? Should we rip them to pieces?" 

"No, no! Great offer, but, um, you know, maybe we should start small. With, like, introductions."

"Surely you remember me, my lord. I am Babette," the girl raises a brow.

"Um, right!" Leo gulps. "Babette! Of course." 

She continues to introduce the rest of the girls and Ara studies them making quick assessments. These are a bunch of nymphs that would make Samara Morgan go back to her creepy VHS and never look back. It doesn't look well for them.

"An interesting form you've chosen, my lord," Babette examines Leo uncomfortably close to his face. "Youthful. Cute, I suppose. Yet... somewhat scrawny and short." 

"Scrawny and short?" Ara sees his eye twitch. "Well, you know. I was going for cute, mostly."

"So, my lord," Babette grazes Leo's arm with her fingertips and Ara has to suppress the urge to slap them away. "Where have you been? We've searched for so long!" 

"Where have I—? Oh, you know! I've been doing, um, wine stuff. Yeah. Red wine. White wine. All those other kinds of wine. Love that wine. I've been so busy working—" Ara shakes her head frantically to shut him up.

"Work! Work!" The Maneads echo his words with horror. "Work! Sacrilege! Kill work!" 

"He means partying!" Piper corrects him. "Partying! Lord Dionysus has been busy partying all over the world. He's been teaching the daughter of Olympus how to live life! Right, Ara?"

The girl elbows her and Ara coughs out. "S-Sure! He's the man!" 

"Yeah! Ha-ha. Partying. Right. I've been so busy partying." 

"Who is this one, my lord? A recruit for the Maenads, perhaps?" 

"Oh. She's my, uh, party planner."

"What a shame," Babette is clearly the smart one of the group, which annoys Ara. "We can't allow mortals to witness our sacred revels."

"But I could be a recruit!" Piper insists. "Do you guys have a website? Or a list of requirements? Er, do you have to be drunk all the time?" 

"Drunk! Don't be silly. We're underage Maenads. We haven't graduated to wine yet. What would our parents think?"

"You have parents?" Jason pushes one of the Maenads away from him. "So... what are you guys drinking if it isn't wine?"

"The beverage of the season! Behold the power of the thyrsus rod! Eggnog!" Babette slams her staff against the ground and makes a geyser of the liquid burst out from there.

"You're... drunk on eggnog?" Piper wrinkles her nose.

"It's New Year's Eve," Ara points out plainly, as if that would mean anything to crazy people.

The conversation backfires to their detriment.

"Hey, um, Dionysus... maybe we should talk. Like, in private. You know... about party stuff?" Jason tries.

"We'll be right back! Just wait here, you guys. Okay?"

"No, you will stay," Babette glares at Leo. "You do not act like Dionysus. Those who fail to honor the god, those who dare to work instead of partying—they must be ripped apart. And anyone who dares to impersonate the god, he must die even more painfully." 

"Wine! Did I mention how much I love wine?" 

"If you are the god of parties, you will know the order of our revelries. Prove it! Lead us!" 

Ara raises her sword slashing at the air sideways to force the nymphs to backtrack. She also uses her charmspeak. "Step back!"

While the nymphs stumble to get away, Piper shouts "Pollo!" at the top of her lungs, and the Nemean lion runs into the scene roaring like crazy. He tackles a few drunk girls in the process, and Ara jumps on his back.

"Hop in!"

"Kill the unbelievers!" Babette snarls. 

Leo grabs a bottle from his belt and throws the contents on the girls. He summons balls of fire and hurls them at the group while the lion takes them away. 

The nymphs, of course, are unbothered by this. One of them lifts a rock from what was formerly Zeus's fist and chucks it in their general direction. "Veer left!" Leo shouts.

Ara pulls Pollo's mane to the side and makes him leap between trees. The lion is fast, but the girls have inhuman speed too, and they're not far behind. 

"How do we beat them?!" Jason screams. "They're immune to fire—They're super strong." 

"We can't kill them," Piper replies. 

"There has to be a way!" Leo says. 

"No. We can't kill them!" Piper insists, holding onto Ara's waist. "Anyone who kills a Maenad is cursed by Dionysus. Haven't you read the old stories? People who kill his followers go crazy or get morphed into animals or... well, bad stuff." 

"Worse than letting the Maenads rip us to shreds? That's just great," Jason scoffs, trying not to slip off Pollo's back. "So we have to stop them without killing them. Anyone got a really big piece of flypaper?"

"A net!" Ara exclaims. "I can make one!"

Pollo stops and they hide behind a large tree, the Maneads seem to have momentarily lost track of them. 

"We have twenty minutes until Bunker Nine explodes," Piper announces as she slips off the lion's back.

"It's impossible."

"We're dead."

"Shut up," Ara rummages through her backpack. "Deadlines are my favored stimuli and this one sure is deadly. Leo, I need..." She lists several items that he's quick to pull out from his belt. Five minutes later she's got a shrinking net-trap ready to go. "Beckendorf's finest."

"You're amazing," Leo stares at it and then at her like he can't believe she's real. Ara's creation has given him an idea. "I've got it! Jason, Ara, you'll have to find Buford. You know which way he went. Circle back and find him, then bring him to the bunker, quick!"

"What about you two?" 

"We're going to lead the Maenads out of your way," Leo takes the trap from Ara's hand. "Straight to Bunker Nine."

"Excuse me, but isn't Bunker Nine about to explode?" Piper questions.

 "Yes, but if I can get the Maenads inside, I have a way to take care of them!"

"Even if you can, we'll still have to find Buford and get the syncopator back to you in twenty minutes, or you, Piper, and a dozen crazy nymphs will blow up."

"Jason, seriously, it's like you don't know us," Ara raises a brow. "We're masters of unlikely."

"Trust us," Leo checks his watch again. "And it's nineteen minutes now." 

"I love this plan," Piper grabs Jason and kisses him. "In case I explode. Please hurry."

Ara climbs back onto Pollo and pulls Jason up behind her. "Good luck!"

As they rush up the hill, she glances at Jason over her shoulder and frowns. Before she can even ask, he blabs out an explanation. "Yeah, we started dating last week—look where we're going!"

"I can't believe I missed that!" She pouts. "Did you get thrown into the lake? That's the tradition here, you know?"

"Yeah, Piper's siblings took care of it," he snorts. "I'm sorry, Ara, this isn't how we wanted to welcome you back."

"No worries, I've had worse welcomes," Ara admits, though she's enjoying herself a lot.

"Just hug the table!"

"Don't yell at me!" Jason screams back.

Ara's holding him by the waist while Pollo takes them to the bunker. Buford wasn't that hard to find but it is quite sneaky for a table. Jason had to seize it in a deadlock and now he's trapped in that position while the girl drags him and Buford like ragdolls through the forest.

Pollo storms into the bunker and Jason drops the table as soon as they enter, causing it to slide across the floor making a screeching noise that hurts their ears. Ara drops Jason and jumps off her lion stumbling over her feet. 

"Watch the cage!" She orders her pet as she runs past the trapped Maneads.

Leo hugs his table. "I'm so sorry, Buford. I promise I'll never take you for granted again. Only Lemon Pledge with extra-moisturizing formula, my friend. Anytime you want it!"

"We've got two minutes left!" Piper informs them, lifting Jason off the ground.

Ara moves Leo out of the way and opens Buford's drawer. Leo runs ahead and guides her to the combustion chamber. "Help, Hephaestus!" She pleads out loud.

Leo opens a lid once and Ara quickly places the syncopator in position. She seizes tubes and connects them to it as fast as she can with Leo's help. When they finish, she closes the chamber and keeps her hands on the lid, as if fearing it will snap open.

"Guys?" Jason calls from outside, he can't see them.

"Hold on!" Leo responds. "Hey, you're glowing!"

"What?" Ara looks down.

The combustion chamber starts abruptly, the engine roars to life and drops into a steady purring. Leo places his hand on the surface to make sure everything's working, but Ara's the one who speaks.

"No clusters or leaking. Might need to stabilize it properly by hand 'cause some liquids are out of sync," she says, her palms remaining firmly placed on the lid.

The boy stares at her in surprise. "How do you know?"

"He blessed me!" She gasps and looks back at him. "Your dad blessed me!"

"No way!" Leo holds her by the shoulders. "How does it feel?"

"Amazing!" The girl holds him in the same way, her adrenaline is off the charts and it's making her feel more alive than ever, she feels like she can conquer the world. "I'm so glad Nico stole my T-Rex!"

"No idea what that means!" Leo looks at her with pride, his brown eyes softening as he speaks. "I don't care what Hercules and Achilles did to get their titles, you're still my favorite."

Ara kisses him. Leo makes a weird noise and flames erupt from the top of his head, but Ara doesn't move, she can't feel the heat. Buford bumps into her and makes her lose balance, she breaks the kiss and holds onto Leo's forearms to steady herself.

"Guys?" Piper speaks up. "What's that noise? Is it working?"

"Y-Yeah!" Leo replies, keeping Ara in place. "That's the sound of an engine not exploding!"

He faints abruptly, dragging her along.

"Holy—!" Ara tries to stand and pull him back up but fails. "Jason!"

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Half of Each of Us

Day 5:  Breeding (Richard Muñoz x F!Reader)

(For the 2022 Kinktober event offered by @the-purity-pen​​.  The original post and calendar/list can be found here.)

CW:  Fluff (engagement); Smut (PiV, unprotected; breeding kink; talk of theoretical pregnancy).  18+ only.

Word Count:  2677

Requested by @isvvc-pvscvl​!

It starts because Richard forgets to buy condoms.

He doesn’t remember until the two of you are in his bed, naked and panting for each other.  He reaches into the nightstand and finds the empty box, and his heart absolutely sinks.

You let out a laugh that is only tinged with a bit of frustration.  You shove at his shoulder playfully, and you laugh again at the pained groan he gives.

“I’m so sorry, hermosa,” he grumbles.  “I’m an idiot.”

“Oh, you’re not.”  You lean over and kiss him, and you’re both still overwrought, so he wraps an arm around your neck and tugs you down on top of him…

“Richard, we can’t.”  You whine and it sounds so pretty, so laced with regret.  

“I could pull out,” he replies, lifting his eyebrows hopefully.

“You know what they call people who pull out?” you ask, pushing away from him with a smile.  “They call them parents.”

He laughs, and then his laughter dies off when you bend your head near his and whisper that there’s other things you can do for each other, and your comment doesn’t register until much later, when you’re both sated and drowsy in each other’s arms.

Would it be the worst thing, having a child together?

-----

The question bounces around Richard’s head for days.  It bubbles to the top of his thoughts all the time:  at work, in the car, when he’s walking his dog.  

Would it be the worst thing, having a child together?

He never considered fatherhood before, but he also never considered the possibility of finding someone.  It was a series of unlikely events:  his dog breaking her leash and running into traffic, you jogging from the other direction.  You saw the disaster about to unfold, sprinted into the street, and scooped his dog up in your arms like a superhero.

He was so shaken up, he forgot to be nervous.  He repaid you by taking you out to dinner, and you both had such a good time, it turned into a second dinner.  Then a coffee date, then a walk in the park.  A series of lovely dates until he worked up the nerve to kiss you, and now here you are, a year later.  You have a shelf in his bathroom, two drawers in his dresser, and he is eager for more.

He’s terrified to ask for more.

He wants it all:  he wants you to move in.  He wants to marry you.  And yes, he’d love a child, would love to raise a child with you.  But how can he ask?  Even the thought makes his stomach churn in anxious terror.

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The two of you are walking his dog together:  a leisurely stroll through a nearby park as his dog sniffs at the varied and interesting smells there.  Your hand is warm in Richard’s, and every so often you give him a gentle squeeze that he finds reassuring.

When his dog starts to tire, you find a bench and sit down together, allow his dog to lie panting at your feet.  It’s a beautiful day; it’s sunny but there’s a bite of winter on the wind, a cold thread that makes Richard shiver.  It’s going to start getting darker, colder…usually the winter is a bleak time for him, but this winter, he has you.

You release his hand, but then you wind your arm through his.  You scoot closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder, and he smiles at the touch.  He turns and kisses the top of your head, enjoys the clean, faintly floral scent of you.

“Richard?” you ask, but you don’t lift your head.  

“Yeah?”

“You know, if you are worried about asking me anything, you shouldn’t be.”

“What?” he asks, confused.  Stupidly, his mind goes to the mundane:  the coming conversation on what the two of you are going to do for dinner, the tame argument where you each end up compromising on the same taqueria around the corner.

You lift your head, but you don’t look at him.  You gaze out across the landscape of the park when you say, “if you have anything you want to ask me, but you’re afraid to…I’m saying not to be afraid.”

“Hermosa, I don’t—”

“And if you think you need, like, a specific item to ask the question…I’m telling you not to worry about that either.”

It takes him a long beat to catch on, and his stomach does its usual twist.  Richard thinks he might throw up.  He has no idea how you’ve figured him out…

“I saw your internet search history.”  You squeeze his arm, and now you glance at him.  There’s a soft smile on your face.  “You asked Google a million questions about it, but the one that stood out was ‘how can I tell my girlfriend will say yes if I propose.’”

“I didn’t mean—”

You squeeze his arm again.  “I wasn’t snooping, I swear.  I was trying to find that movie we had searched before, and the history just…revealed itself.”  You turn on the bench and face him directly.  “Richard, I would say yes.  If you asked me.  So don’t worry about it anymore, okay?”

He feels faint.  He feels the edges of his vision wavering as he takes in what you’re telling him.

“Okay,” he replies, hoarse.

Your smile widens, and you nod at him.  “And you were searching on…uh, jewelry.  So, don’t worry about that either.  Maybe…if you wanted to buy a specific piece of jewelry, that is something we could do together?”

“Okay,” he repeats.

-----

He manages to make it home with you, and the sick feeling fades.  Just a little.

He still feels sick at heart.  He ruined it.  He should have been smarter, should have deleted his search history.  Or he should have been smarter.  Other men didn’t struggle like this, did they?  Why didn’t he just know, why did he have to search for it…

“Okay, stop.”  You stand in front of him right inside his door.  You’re both still in your jackets, but you block him from going further into the house.  You fix him with a studious look.

“You’re overthinking, aren’t you?” you ask.  “You’re wallowing.”

“I should have done better, hermosa.  I should have—”

“Okay then.”  You shrug as if to yourself, and you add, “you leave me with no choice.”

He thinks you’re falling, his brain slow to catch your motion until you’re on one knee in front of him, grinning up at him, your closed hand extended.  

“Richard Alonso Muñoz, will you do me the honor,” you start to say, but he realizes what you’re asking and cuts you off with an outraged squawk, and then you’re laughing as he tugs you to your feet, tugs you into his arms.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls.  “I’m going to propose to you, not the other way around.”

“Okay, okay, fine.”  You laugh at his indignation, and you hold out your hand, clasped into a loose fist.  “I only had a leftover doggy biscuit in my pocket anyway.  No big diamond for you, Muñoz.”

He laughs too, dispels the tension that only he was feeling.  “I don’t want a big diamond.”

You reach up and cup his face, force him to look you in your eyes.  “And neither do I, Richard.”  You say it so seriously, so solemnly.  “And know that I’ll say yes, so no more worrying.  I mean it.”

He always wanted to do it grander:  fireworks, champagne, dozens of roses, in front of the Eiffel Tower or on a beach at sunset.  But you’re gazing at him so earnestly, his face held between your warm palms, and the question falls so easily from his lips.

“Will you marry me?” he asks, and you tear up, blink against the tears, and you tell him of course you will.

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It happens weeks later, when you finally have a ring on your finger.  You spend the day together shopping for it, and you find one at an antique shop.  It is an art deco ring, a small diamond flanked by sapphires, and it feels like fate because it fits your finger perfectly.

You celebrate at a nice restaurant that night.  You in a dress, him in a nice suit.  The lovely ring gleaming on your finger as you get tipsy on champagne, giggling as he loads you into the car and takes you home.

Giggling as he gets you to the bedroom and into bed after peeling you out of your clothing.  You are flushed and warm with the champagne but not drunk, and as you lay on the bed waiting for him, Richard can’t miss the soft way you look at him.  It always stills him, leaves him stunned that you could love him as much as he loves you.

When he joins you in bed, when he reaches for a condom in the nightstand, you still his arm and ask in a near-whisper, “would you like to not wear one tonight?”

He turns and gapes at you, expects you to be joking.  But your face is earnest, and you nod at him encouragingly.

“I’ve never…not used one,” he admits.

“Me either.  But we’re both clean, and we’ve both been together for a while now.”

“Yes, but…”  The implication leaves him breathless, and the thought goes straight to his erection, makes him so hard he swears he can feel his heartbeat there.  “You could get pregnant.”

“I could.”

Richard licks his lips.  His mouth feels dry.  “Is that something you want?”

“Is it something you want?” you counter.

“It’s not a deal-breaker for me,” he tells you, choosing his words carefully against the thoughts swimming through his head.  “You’re my family now no matter what.  But I’d…if it happened, I’d be happy.”

You reach out a hand and grasp his erection lightly, but the touch still makes him keen, makes his vision go double for a moment.  You lead him to you, and he goes willingly, the condom long forgotten.

“So let’s just try it and see what happens,” you whisper, and Richard is powerless to resist.  He wants you so badly, but the sudden thoughts—being inside you with nothing separating him from you, spilling inside of you…the possibility of it taking hold, of his child, yours and his, growing inside you…

The thought must affect you the same.  You are so wet already, so slick and ready for him that when he slots himself between your spread thighs, when he nudges against your folds with the tip of his erection, he finds it so easy to slip inside of you.

It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before.  Joined to you, bare, the silky warmth of you that he’s only felt through latex before.  Every delicious flutter and pulsing against him.  The way your arousal coats him.

You must feel the same way.  You moan underneath him, your eyes flutte at what you’re feeling.  “Oh, Richard,” you whisper, already ragged and half-way gone.  “You feel so warm.  I’ve never…never knew it’d be like this.”

Richard is always gentle in bed, but some feral, primal part of him takes hold.  He’s still gentle, but he deals you firmer thrusts—slow and deep, burying himself to the hilt in your molten depths.  As deep as he can, to give the best chance…

“I can picture you,” he pants against the side of your neck.  “Your belly growing round with my baby.  Our baby.”

You groan at his words, and he feels the warm wash of your arousal pulsing around him.  You’re enjoying his words.

“Tell me more,” you beg.  “Please, Rich—”

He’s never been very good at dirty talk.  He never wants to call you mean words, even in the bedroom, but this is different.  This is primal, it’s animalistic, but it’s still loving.  It’s still the two of you creating a potential life….

“I’m gonna fill you up,” he says, and his voice takes on a deep growl he never thought possible.  It hardly sounds like his voice at all, but you lift your hips to meet his thrusts when that voice appears.  “Gonna b-breed you, mi amor.  Fill you up over and over until it takes, until it takes hold and you are pregnant with my baby—”

“Might not work the first time,” you breathe out.

Richard shakes his head, nips at the side of your neck.  “Doesn’t matter.  I’m gonna keep you in this bed, keep you full of my cum until you’re swollen and round—”

His words are cut off by your orgasm, sudden and fierce with no warning.  He thought it was heavenly, making love to you with a condom on, but this is so much more.  Romantic but primal, and the connection is so much different with nothing between you.  He can feel so much more of your orgasm:  the slick arousal that makes it so easy to bury himself in you, the way your core ripples along him, pulls him deeper.

It makes sense, all of a sudden, that way your body pulls him deeper:  it has to be some function of pulling his release deeper into you, of giving his seed the best possible chance of taking root…

The realization makes him come too, just as sudden.  He doesn’t feel the usual signs; it’s as if his orgasm roars to life out of nowhere.  One minute, he’s lost in the feeling of you, and the next minute, his own pleasure breaks around him, sharp and hot as he spills deep inside of you.

-----

Afterwards, when he pulls out and his release trickles out of you (and you give a little grumble at the sensation and the mess), he helps you clean up.  He asks, half-seriously, if you want to tuck a pillow under your hips, but you laugh and tell him that’s just a thing people do on TV and it doesn’t really help, from what you’ve been told.

Afterwards, it’s so much better.  He feels so much closer to you.  A cliché, maybe, but he feels like you’re joined as one, even if you aren’t married quite yet.  It isn’t just the lack of condom or the addition of the engagement ring on your finger.  It’s just that these moments—like all moments with you, the intimate ones and the mundane ones alike—make Richard more and more certain that you’re his soulmate.  And that he’s yours.

The two of you are curled up against each other, still naked.  Richard realizes that not all of his release trickled out of you, that he’s marked you, and that makes him twitch at the thought, but he wills himself to behave.

“You know it probably won’t take,” you tell him after a while.  “I think the timing is off.”

“I know.”  He kisses your forehead and smiles against your head.

“Still fun to try.”

Richard hums in agreement.

“But it might not happen at all.  Ever, I mean.  My mom struggled, and I heard that my cousin—”

Richard shushes you, kisses you again, this time on your mouth, halting your words.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” he replies, and now he’s staring at you, serious and cupping your face so you understand him.  

“You’re my family,” he tells you again.  “Me and you, that’s all the family I need.”

You smile at him.  “I feel the same.  I just wanted to warn you—”

“No.”  He shakes his head, cuts you off again.  “No warning.  You’re my girl.  You’re all I need.  If we don’t have a baby, you are still all I need.”

Your smile turns tremulous at the corners of your mouth, and he knows you’re fighting tears again.  “You’re all I need too, Richard.”

He pulls you to him, kisses you softly.  “If it happens, it happens.  And I’ll be happy because it would be half of each of us.”

“Half of each of us,” you reply.  “I do like the sounds of that.”

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