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i-am-hungry-24-7 · 1 month

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So uh I saw the words “human sized doll’ and my brain completely shut off. That sounds fucking delicious and I kindly ask you to elaborate. Are you able to move at all in your new body or are you just a silent thing for them to play with now? Do you have ball joints or are you not articulated beyond the basics? Does the doll look like how you used to when you were alive, or is it completely different? Do they just keep you in a pretty display case as their favorite prize, or do they leave you out so they can use you whenever they want???? My brain is on horny overdrive, I beg of you to give us more of Demon!141 and their little prize!!!!!

hello!! so here's how I think reader's life is after she's dead and get put into a doll! hope this can answer your questions and fulfill you hunger(?) :D Word Count: 1040 CW: 18+, mdni, humping, mention of double penetration, oral (m received), mention of death (not TF141), a bit of dark fic maybe? Demon!TF141 thoughts Reader becomes a demon instead

Your new body, to your surprise, isn’t that much different than your human one. You can talk, you have ball joints that allow you to move your limbs, and even you’re a doll now and you don’t think you will have mortal needs anymore, you still got genitals like humans. (You know why but you refuse to admit yet)

Usually, you aren’t confined and can move around the mansion you live in. They aren’t afraid of you escaping, the entire house is under their control, and they’re able to know where you are at any time, needless to say they have Soap who always insist on sticking around you. There rarely are visitors, sometimes Laswell or Nikolai will come to stay by, and you will sit on Price’s lap, listening to them chatting with his fingers drawing circles on your thigh, sitting quietly like a pretty thing you are.

You’ve asked Price what kind of doll they would put you in, he told you not to worry, so it was left as a secret until your afterlife. Now you get carried in Soap’s arm, who is standing in front of a mirror.

“Ye look divine, bonnie.”

Your new body looks totally the same as they first met you, from every birthmark to every mole. beautiful, flawless. That’s what you first heard when you opened your eyes in this new body.

The only difference is that now you have four men’s patterns on your wrist. The symbol of who you belong to.

You could move around by your own will, but not now, because every time you try to wriggle out of Soap’s grasp when he makes you stay in front of the mirror and look at yourself, so he makes you unable to move now by the power of agreement.

You can feel Soap trailing kisses down your neck, your eyes forced to stick on the mirror, watching yourself dressed in a sumptuous dress, strips of ribands draping down from the headband on your head, silky clothes bring out how your perfect skin shines under the dim light.

Soap’s lips touch the crook of your neck, and his diamond-blue eyes meet yours in the mirror.

“Let’s get ye to bed, aye?”

He picks you up, and the bound forbidding you from moving disappears when he looks at you staying obediently in his arms.

- - - - - -

When you're still alive, you are their master, but after you die, your soul belongs to them— especially Price. You knew this since the day you were forced to create a bond between you and them.

Which means you need to be submitted to all of their commands.

That’s why you are kneeling in front of Price now, his cock stuffing your mouth full without any gap.

“You’re doing so well, love.” His hands caressing your cheeks like he always did when you were still a human.

“We’re getting you a new body... fuck...!” He sucks in a gasp during his words when you take him in, until his tip hits the back of your throat “Miss how your beautiful face stain with tears when you’re sucking my cock, doll. They will finish it in a few days, can’t wait to see her face flush when you fuck her from behind, right Kyle?”

Your hands don’t stop when the man sitting behind you shuffles closer, and Gaz presses his chest against your back, if your mouth isn’t busy sucking Price’s shaft now, you sure you will moan loudly to Gaz’s voice, who’s groaning directly into your ear while he stroking his leaking cock.

“‘f course, capt.” Gaz replies, and now he starts humping his hips against your ass. The nightgown they put on you gets ripped to pieces by him, but it’s not a big issue, there’s tons of dresses in the closet, and they could make you wear whatever they want.

Both men laugh when they see you rub your thighs together.

“Too needy under Kyle’s voice, eh?” Price chuckles, and you immediately back off when an “off” leaves his mouth, and without any request, you spontaneously sit on Price’s lap, his tip nuzzling at your folds.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take care of you, baby.” A pair of hands maneuver your hips higher. Gaz coos softly as his shaft prods at your other hole.

You know the night is going to be very long when they push into you simultaneously.

- - - - - -

You wake up when you feel someone’s playing with your hair. The light’s too bright for your hazy mind, so you narrow your eyes instantly.

The person holding you in their bosom shifts, and the room becomes darker.

Now you’re able to see who you’re lying on.

“Ghost.” you murmur.

The masked man lets out a hum in recognition. Ghost’s hand is still fiddling with your hair, fingers threading through them and massaging your head.

“Where's the others?”

“They went to take yer new body.”

You look into his brown eyes, and he doesn’t avoid meeting your gaze.

You swear to God that you hear someone arguing distantly, but you don’t question Ghost, staying unmove on his body.

Ghost’s fingers now trace down to your face, caressing your chin like you’re a cat or some animal, his stares at your face, like he’s taking in any detail and engraving them in his heart.

His heart beats steadily, as if it’s a march song. Ghost’s expression is too serious, you can’t dare to interrupt him, so you count his heartbeat instead.

The quarrel outside becomes louder, and Ghost takes a glimpse at the door, then he speaks again.

“You must be tired, love, go back to sleep, yeah?”

You aren’t tired by any means, you just woke up from your slumber, but suddenly, all your energy flows out your limbs as Ghost croons with his low voice.

You let out a big yawn, and before you fall asleep, you ask him again.

“When will they come back?”

“They’re almost done. They just need to make sure your new body’s alright.” Ghost holds you tighter, the noises outside muffled when he covers your ears with his hands. “Now sleep, good girl.”

Nodding and burying your face in Ghost's chest, you drift into a peaceful dream, unlike the tragic scream piercing through the air outside the window.

what I hc is: Doll!reader’s first body can’t cry/blush/form natural lubes(?)/bleed etc. (yeah they forgot to make her able to), so they make her a second one which is more similar to human, but the joints are still ball joints. (if there’s any bug it’s 100% because I didn’t think that far, pls tell me lol!)

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topguncortez · 10 months

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Speak Now ~ J. Seresin

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synopsis: Jake gets a wedding invite from the girl he's still in love with. Based off of Speak Now (TV) by Taylor Swift

word count: 4.1k

warnings: cursing, break-ups, runaway bride, miscommunication

Jake knew you probably hated the invites. You had told him over and over that you never wanted a big wedding, you wanted something small. You had agreed with your mom to not just go to the courthouse, but would at least do something a little bigger. Jake ran his fingers over the pale pink paper that was decorated with flowers and had your name and your fiancé’s name written in gold cursive letters. He knew you were somewhere screaming and pulling your hair out.

‘PLEASE JOIN US FOR THE CEREMONY OF MATRIMONY OF Y/N M/N AND BILLY “FRITZ” AVALON’

“Yeah, I just got it,” Jake said to Coyote. He had called his best friend the moment he saw the light pink envelope in his mailbox, “I looked up the address, it’s a church. She always said she wouldn’t get married in a church, she was worried it would burn down around her,”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” Javy said, “She must be a different person now, when was the last time you talked to her?”

“I don’t know 2-3 years ago. I heard Bob ask Nat if she had figured out a bridesmaid dress yet,” Jake sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I guess it was for this.”

“Did you expect anything less? They’re best friends.”

Jake shrugged knowing his friend couldn’t see him, “I don’t think I’m gonna go,”

“You can’t do that!”

“Why would I go? To submit myself to the torture of watching her marry someone else? Watching someone else give her the life I couldn’t give her?” Jake said angrily, the images of their last fight filled his mind. He looked over to the front door from his kitchen, the replay of you walking out the door, with your bags packed and tears in your eyes was forever burned into his mind.

“You pushed her away, Jacob. You can only blame yourself for that,” Javy scolded and Jake sighed.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Jake mumbled.

“Well do the true right thing, and go to the wedding, for her. It’ll make her happy to see you there,” Javy said and Jake told him he’d think about it.

Jake sat down on his couch and closed his eyes. Ever since that fateful day, he let you go, he couldn’t fathom thinking about you with someone else. He knew though, he knew you had met someone else, but didn’t know it was Fritz until about a month ago. The two of you waltzed into the Hard Deck, hand-in-hand, smiles on your face. Jake couldn’t stand the sight of it. It made him physically ill to stand there and keep a smile on his face. You had caught only a glimpse of him as he walked out the door.

Jake pushed himself off of his spot and walked to his room. He pulled down the box that sat on the top shelf of his closet and opened the lid. Pictures, concert tickets, notes, mixed CDs, random t-shirts, and postcards were all packed away in the box. Jake dug to the bottom of the box and pulled out the tiny light blue ring box and opened it. The pear-shaped diamond ring glared up at him in mockery.

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“Have you ever thought about the future?” You asked him, as you were both relaxing in the bathtub. Jake had a stressful day at work and just wanted to relax. You had made him something to eat and draw a bath.

“Of course,” Jake said, kissing your bare shoulder, “I think about it a lot, what I’m doing next week, or next month, or even next year,”

“Do you ever think of our future?” You asked softly.

“I-I uh, yeah sometimes. But I like where we are,” Jake said and you frowned slightly. You had been with Jake since freshman year of high school, right by his side through it all. From giving up your dream of going to UT, and moving to Maryland while he went to the academy, to waiting with other partners and spouses for him to come off the carrier after a deployment. You loved Jake, you really did, but you were hoping for more, you wanted more.

“I think about getting married,” You said and sighed into Jake, “Something small, probably in my parents’ backyard on a beautiful summer night. I want that perfect day, where you just wake up and say, ‘Let’s get married’, nothing too crazy. I told my mom I won’t just go to the courthouse.”

“Yeah,” was all Jake could say.

“What?” You asked, turning your head to look at him, “You don’t… you don’t see that?”

“It’s not that I don’t see it, it’s that I don’t want it.”

“Oh,” You nodded. There was a beat of silence, until you pushed yourself up from Jake’s embrace.

“Wait, Y/N,” Jake said reaching out to you as you grabbed your towel.

“The water is getting cold,” You said and dried yourself off, before heading into the bathroom.

Jake cursed himself and got out of the bathtub, grabbing his towel and following you. You sat on the bed and looked at Jake with tears in your eyes. You had this sinking feeling for a while. Like things were bound to break between you. You loved Jake, you really did, and every day it felt like you were falling more in love with him. He always did something new to make you fall in love. Whether it was surprising you with some new recipe, bringing you home your favorite flowers, to sending you postcards from where ever he was in the world. But lately, all that had seemed to stop. You had slowly wondered if maybe, just maybe, Jake wasn’t in love with you anymore.

“Y/N…” Jake said your name softly.

“When did you fall out of love?”

“What-“

“Jake, please,” You asked him, tears now running down your face.

“I love you, Y/N, I really do. But I- My career is just starting to take off. I. . .,” Jake sighed, “I- I don’t want to be holding you back from everything that you want.”

“You don’t want to hold me back, or you don’t want me holding YOU back?”

Jake sighed and looked down at his feet. Truth was, he didn’t want to hold you back. He could see the small changes in you. You had decided to change your major from education to business, something that you insisted was what you wanted. He noticed that your grades had slipped, your GPA the lowest it had ever been. You had spent more time at home, next to him, than hanging out with your friends. Jake didn’t want to hurt you, but he wanted you to follow your dreams, even if that meant having to break his and your heart. Jake took a deep breath and grabbed your hands.

“I’m breaking up with you,” He said and bit the bullet. You closed your eyes and Jake was fighting the urge to wipe the tears from your eyes. A sob left your pink lips and you pulled your hands from his, “I’m sorry-“

“Just shut up, Jake,” You said and pushed yourself up from the bed. You walked into the bathroom and slammed it shut, locking the door behind you. You gripped the sides of the sink and sobbed. Jake listened on the other side of the door as you threw everything off the counter, and could hear the breaking of the mirror as you threw a hairbrush at it. Jake changed into his pajamas and then set some out for you. He wrote a note that he was going to stay at Josh’s for the night.

The next morning you woke up to a cold bed and a pounding headache. You looked around the empty room and sighed. You began with the closet, dumping all your clothes into your suitcase, leaving behind the stuff that Jake had either bought you or gifted you. You packed away all your underwear, socks, and makeup. The apartment slowly became bare as you packed your little trinkets and decorations away. You had hoped to get most of it done before Jake came back, but you weren’t that lucky.

“Where are you going?” Jake asked, walking into the apartment and seeing your bags by the front door.

“My sister’s house,” You said and Jake looked at you confused. This was the first time you had mentioned a sister, and he had been dating you for over 5 years, “You don’t know her, she’s a half-sister,”

“Okay… this is really it?”

“Yeah,” You said softly as you looked down at the item in your hand, a picture from your first date, taken when you were both 13. Your parents wouldn’t let you go alone, so Jake’s older sister and her boyfriend at the time had to tag along. She took the picture and Jake gave it to you as a gift on your first anniversary, “Here,” You handed Jake the picture.

“No, no, keep it.”

“I can’t,” You said, your voice breaking. You placed your hand on Jake’s cheek, and kissed his lips softly, one last time, “Goodbye, Jake. Be good to yourself, okay?”

“I will, Y/N. I love you,”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say it back, as you grabbed your bags and walked out the front door. Jake bit his lip as he watched you walk out the door and out of his life.

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You looked half dead, as you sat in the makeup chair, bright and early on your wedding day. You had tried to go to sleep, but you tossed and turned the whole night. You had thought about running away, getting your car, and driving off to god knows where, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Instead, you took some melatonin and slept for about 4 hours, until Natasha burst through your door with her unusually high amount of energy. You were just happy she brought you red bull and donuts.

“You look like shit?” Natasha said as she poured you a mimosa.

“I feel like it,” you reached your hand out for the glass.

“Oh my god,” She said and pulled the glass back, “Are you pregnant?!”

“No!” You yelled, “Give me the damn drink,”

“Fiesty,” She laughed and handed you the glass, “I steamed your dress, it’s hanging up in the bathroom,”

“Thank you,” You answered, “The boys?”

“I talked to Billy’s brother, Steven, he said they are up and moving. But, if you were wondering Rooster said that they are ALL on their way,”

“He’s coming?”

Natasha gave you a small smile and nodded, before going over to where the rest of your bridesmaids were. You looked up at your makeup artist and smiled as she placed false eyelashes on your eyes. You had tried to keep yourself from shaking with anxiety over seeing Jake, but you couldn’t help it. You had brushed it off as wedding day jitters. For the rest of the morning, you and your bridesmaids drank and ate a light breakfast that your parents had provided. You had a photographer taking pictures of you guys as you got ready. The bridesmaid dresses you had picked were emerald green, and you let them pick their own design. You sucked in a breath, as Natasha zipped the back of your dress. You stared at yourself in the mirror, and could hardly recognize the person in the mirror. The dress you and Billy had picked out was a classic style dress, with a deep v-cut, lace sleeves that went down to your wrists, and an open back. Billy said you looked like Princess Kate, but you felt more like Princess Di.

“Absolutely breathtaking,” Natasha said and You smiled, trying to make yourself feel better, “They want a first look. You okay with that?”

“I mean, Billy picked the dress out, so why not,”

Natasha smiled and walked out of the bedroom. You blinked and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to cry. You took a deep breath and then headed out of the bathroom. You looked up from your shoes to be shocked by the 3 men standing in front of you, one noticeably missing.

“Well god damn, Y/N, you can clean up nicely,” Javy said You laughed and walked over and hugged him.

“Like our very own princess,” Bob said.

“Thank you,” You said looking at all of them. You could feel a certain pair of blue eyes burning into you, “I can’t believe you guys actually came!”

“Well, my girlfriend is your maid of honor,” Javy said, putting his arm around Natasha’s waist.

“She’s the best maid of honor I could ask for,” You smiled at her.

“Speaking of which, we gotta get going. Can’t be late for your own wedding,” Natasha said and your face faltered.

“Yeah,” You said hoping none of them noticed the change in your demeanor, of course the oldest twin did.

“Alright, let’s get going okay,” Natasha said and the boys nodded, following her out of the room, all except Bob who hung back a second.

“You look amazing,” Bob said, “He would be here, but he just couldn’t see you quite yet.”

“Thank you, Bob,” You said honestly. He kissed your cheek and then left your room.

“You ready?” Natasha asked, coming back into the room. You nodded and grabbed the champagne bottle that was next to you. Natasha watched with wide eyes as you downed the rest of the bottle, “Liquid courage?”

“If I do something dumb, you promise to support me?”

Natasha squinted her eyes at you, “Depends on what dumb thing you’re thinking about doing.”

“We’ll have to see,”

The church was decorated beautifully, white roses and emerald green flowers were mixed in and decorated the altar. Javy sat on Jake’s right and Rooster on the left. Jake’s eyes were locked on his shoes as Billy and his parents made their way down the aisle. Rooster nudged him as your mom and brother made their way down the aisle. Your mom sent Jake a warm smile, making his heart beat faster in his chest. The look in her eyes was one that Jake had seen far too often.

‘That should be you.’

“What if I stop the wedding?” Jake asked Javy.

“Don’t even think about it Jacob,” Javy whispered harshly.

“You saw how unhappy she is!”

“She’s nervous, it’s her damn wedding day!” Javy snapped.

“Stop, Natasha is walking down,” Bob said noticing his WSO walking down with your fiancé’s brother. Natasha winked at the boys, as she took her spot right next to wear you would stand at the alter.

Jake’s heart fell to his ass as he heard that oh-so-familiar wedding march and everyone stood up, to look to the back of the church. The doors opened Jake’s breath caught in his throat. You were breathtaking, the dress hugging your body perfectly. Jake couldn’t help but wish that was for him. Your eyes were locked on Billy, as tears left his eyes. You had tried to dig deep in your heart and remember why you were going to marry him, but everything was drawing up a blank. The aisle felt like it was miles long, and you hated everyone’s eyes on you. When you got to the end of the aisle, Billy stepped down to take you from your father.

“Who gives this woman, to this man?” The priest asked.

“Her mother, and I,” Your dad said. He turned to you and hugged you, “Jake is here,” You went to move your head to look for him but your dad kept you from moving, “Make the right choice,” You nodded and kissed his cheek before pulling back and stepping up on the altar.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you maybe be seated,” The priest said and You handed Natasha your bouquet, your eyes searching the crowd of people, and finally landing on those familiar brown eyes, “Welcome, we are gathered here today to witness the symbolic ceremony of love between these two young people, Y/N M/N L/N and Billy Fritz Avalon. Is there anybody who believes that these two shouldn’t be married, speak now or forever hold your peace,”

Y/N closed her eyes and waited for someone to say something. Jake was about to stand before Javy grabbed his arm and held him down. He looked at his wingman with wide eyes, but the boy just shook his head and pointed toward you. Jake looked at you and locked eyes with him, as the priest was reading some passage about marriage and what it means in the Bible. Jake could read it in your eyes, you were really going through with this. Jake saw his window of opportunity finally close and the stages of grief started settling in his chest. He leaned back against the pew and tried to keep from crying.

“Billy, do you take Y/N, to have and to hold, to honor and treasure, to be at her side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and bad, in sickness and health, for rich or for poor, to love and cherish her always until the moment of your last breath?”

“I do,” Billy said giving your hand a squeeze.

“Y/N,” The priest said, basically startling you, “Do you take Billy, to have and to hold, to honor and treasure, to be at his side in sorrow and in joy, in the good times and bad, in sickness and death, for rich or for poor, to love and cherish him always until the moment of your last breath?”

You looked at the priest and then at Billy, “I…,” You quickly glanced over to Jake, whose green eyes were locked on you. You swallowed and looked back at Billy, “I-”

“No,” A voice from the crowd spoke. You snapped your head towards the audience, seeing Jake standing up and the look of shock on everyone’s face.

“Hangman, what the,” Billy asked, dropping your hands and turning towards him.

“You never wanted to get married in a Church,” Jake said, pushing past Rooster and Bob, to stand in the middle of the aisle, “You said the church of Elvis was fine, but nothing like. . . this,” Jake gestured around, “You want the wedding where you wake up and say ‘let’s get married’. You want to eat hot dogs and mac’n’cheese in your parents’ backyard and light off fireworks.”

Tears gathered in your eyes as Jake stepped closer to you, and you took a step down from the altar.

“You want to jump off the dock at the lake house in your wedding dress because the lake has good luck in it and you believe in that stuff,” Jake licked his lips, “This isn’t you. . .” You nodded and Jake wiped away a stray tear with his thumb, “What do you say? Wanna get out of here?”

“Yes please,” You said, as you grabbed Jake’s hand. The church erupted in chaos as the two of you ran towards the doors.

“The hell did you say to her!?” Your mom asked your father, hitting him lightly on the chest.

“I just told her to make the right choice,” Your dad said smugly, “Never liked Buster anyway.”

“It’s Billy!”

You and Jake were bursting with laughter as you sprinted to his car. Jake had helped gather your dress in the car, before shutting the door carefully and jumping into the driver’s seat. Neither of you guys said anything as you drove away from the church. You weren’t sure where you were driving to, and it honestly didn’t matter. You looked over at Jake, who had a smile on his face as he grabbed your hand, and kissed your knuckles.

But suddenly, the fate of the decision hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Stop the car,” You said.

Jake looked over at you, “What?”

“Stop the damn car!” You yelled. Jake complied and pulled the car over, putting it in park. You got out instantly, running towards the woodline, the soft rain falling on you. Jake watched as you tried to catch your breath. He walked to the other side of his BMW, and leaned against the passenger door as you paced.

“I ran away,” You said eyes wide. You turned to face him, “I just ran away from the altar!”

“Yes, you did,” Jake nodded.

“A-and because of you!” You yelled.

“I’m sorry,” Jake said, honestly. Guilt was swimming in his green eyes as you looked at him. He looked as bad as you felt. His suit was wrinkled, his hair slightly a mess from running his hands through it, his five o’clock shadow settling on his face.

“Why? Why did it take you so long?” You asked and Jake looked at you.

“I was scared,” He admitted, “I was scared of coming back and ruining what you had built. You went back to education, got your degree, you’re living your dream, and I…. I didn’t want to get in the way again.”

You shook your head and walked up to him. You grabbed his hand, “Dance with me,”

Jake nodded and turned up the car radio. The sweet sound of Aretha Franklin’s Natural Woman’ filled your eardrums. Jake grabbed you softly and pulled you into him as he swayed with you in the moonlight. You guys lost track of time, as one song faded into the other, and you were both soaked, your dress was ruined.

“Your dress,” Jake said, looking at the dirty train, “I’m sorry, I’ll pay,”

“No, don’t worry about it,” You said and placed your hands on Jake’s face.

Jake’s rough hands carefully gripped the side of your face and pulled his lips against yours. For the first time in nearly 2 years, you were feeling his lips on yours again. You pulled him against you, wanting him to never let you go. He pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. You two didn’t say anything, but you didn’t have to. It was clear, you had made the right choice.

“Marry me,” Jake said and you looked up at him. He reached into his wet suit jacket and pulled out the blue box, “I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, I had this stashed away for the perfect moment but I just got scared. I didn’t want you to put your dreams on the back burner for me, so I let you go.”

“Jake, you dumbass,” You said, “You are my dream.”

“You’re mine too, I can’t believe I almost lost you to-”

“Shh, you have me now.”

“Marry me, please?” Jake asked getting down on one knee. You smiled and tackled him to the ground. He landed with a thud and laughed as he kissed you passionately. You pulled back and slid the ring that was already on your finger, and replaced it with the one Jake had for you, “Looks better.”

“Much better.” You said kissing him again.

3 weeks later, you woke up one morning to a cold bed, but the covers messed up. You looked out the window, seeing the sun shining and making everything glow warmly. You stretched and headed down to your kitchen, where Jake was already making dinner. You greeted him with a kiss and sat down at the table to eat the vegan pancakes he had made.

“We should get married today,” Jake suggested, “Javy got ordained online a couple of months ago and has been itching to use it.”

“My dad’s got a new dinner recipe he wants to try.” You said sipping your orange juice.

“Then it’s settled,” Jake smiled, “Let’s get married today,”

And that’s exactly what you two did. You sent out a text message for everyone to be at your house by 6 for your wedding. Nobody questioned It, knowing this was exactly what you and Jake wanted. Everyone gathered in your backyard, dressed causally for a summer backyard wedding. Jake stood barefoot in the grass as he waited for you to walk out of the house, in a simple white maxi sun dress. Javy was living for this moment to be the official of a wedding, and what better than to be one at his best friend’s wedding?

“Now, we can actually do this right this time,” Javy said winking at you.

“Jake, do you take Y/N-“

“Yes,” Jake said interrupting his brother.

“I have to say the speech, Jacobl,” Javy scolded and everyone chuckled, “Y/N, do you take Jake-“

“I do!” You answered by doing the same.

“You guys are so impatient,” Javy smiled, “Well, by the power vested in me by some officiating website and the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jake, you may now kiss your bride,”

“Don’t gotta tell me twice,”

You giggled as Jake smashed his lips against yours. Cheers were let out from your family as he dipped you and sealed the deal with a kiss. He set you back on your two feet and grabbed your hand, walking you down the makeshift aisle, finally as husband and wife.

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itsphoenix0724 · 11 months

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Falling Stars (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: Az feels like his throat is closing when he sees you in your Starfall dress, and he can't seem to get a word out to you. At least, until you're both more than a few drinks in.

Warnings: SMUT, semi-public sex, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Hello everyone! This is not my best work so I apologize, but I tried to really focus on the dialogue in this one. I hope you enjoy it regardless! Also if anyone wanted to submit any ideas/suggestions of what they would like to see more of my ask box is always open. As always constructive criticism is welcome.

Azriel was going to die.

You looked mesmerizing in your Starfall dress. The blue silk bodice hugged your figure just right, and delicate blue lace made up the bottom layered in tiers that matched the strips that fell off of your shoulders. Your leg peaked out of the high slit, and some of your hair was swept up behind you with combs encrusted with sapphire and diamond. You looked like a goddess of old, wrapped in starlight, and gracing unworthy mortals with your presence.

He was convinced you were trying to kill him.

Azriel had wanted to drop to his knees and worship you, or at the very least tell you he thought you looked beautiful. He actually thought beautiful was too simple of a word to describe you. However, when you made eye contact with him across the room his throat felt like it was closing in. The only thing he had been able to do was send you a tight smile and a nod before throwing back the rest of his liquor and refilling the glass. He didn’t know why he couldn’t talk to you tonight–the two of you could talk for hours. Watching your face fall at his piss-poor greeting felt like another stab to his already weak heart. You had moved to mingle around the party, and the number of male eyes on you only had him shooting back more liquor and sulking in the corner.

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This was not going as you planned.

Mor had sat with you for hours selecting a dress designed to bring Az to his knees. You had chosen this dress not only because it made you feel confident, but because you thought Az would love it.

You picked his exact shade of blue after all.

You had walked into the party with the grace of a queen, and the confidence that you could bring a kingdom to its knees. But the only thing Az did was send you a forced smile and then run off and hide.

Mor had tried to reassure you–she said Az always got weird during parties. Something about there being too many people, but he seemed to be socializing just fine.

For some reason, he was giving you the cold shoulder.

You could feel the confidence dwindling and poured yourself shots of the strongest liquor you could find. Fine, you decided, two could play this game. If he was going to pretend you didn’t exist you could do the exact same thing.

You made your way to Cassian and Nesta, looped arm in arm with Mor, determined to have a good time. Cassian let out a loud wolf-whistle and Nesta smacked him on the arm blocking him on his path to hug you first before wrapping you in her arms. Drinks were poured for the four of you and you celebrated the falling stars the best way you knew how.

Getting rip-roaringly drunk and enjoying the time with your friends.

Hours passed, and the buzzing feeling in your head was getting significantly stronger. Everything tingled from the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes, and almost everything someone said to you seemed hilarious. You had danced practically the whole night and had kicked off your heels about half an hour ago. Still, no matter what you did you couldn’t shake the feeling of the Shadowsinger’s cold shoulder all night. You had caught his shadows swirling around your ankles multiple times before they slunk away like disciplined children crawling back to their master. The fact that he was standing in the corner watching you but still hadn’t said anything to you was infuriating.

You wanted some kind of reaction from him tonight, and you’d be damned if you didn’t get one.

You had decided enough was enough, and worked your way through the crowd before coming to a stop directly in front of Az himself.

He truly was a gorgeous male. He wore a black silk shirt with the top couple of buttons undone and simple back trousers. His hair wasn’t as messy as usual like he had styled it a little, but it was still falling into his eyes. Two blue siphons were still strapped to the back of his hands.

“Well,” You started, plucking the glass of whiskey out of his hands before draining the rest of the contents. Molten gold eyes tracked the movement of your throat, and a small flush rose to the tips of his ears. You realized you had your opening as you moved to further crowd his space, “have you been enjoying Starfall by yourself in this corner.”

Az seemed slightly stunned. You weren’t normally this bold and straightforward. You always spoke with a quiet calming voice, but now there was a bite behind your words.

“I’ve been enjoying the party.” He murmured back to you, trying very hard to keep his eyes trained on your face so they wouldn’t dip to your chest.

That endeavor failed very quickly.

His eyes trailed down to your cleavage and all he could think about was licking away the sheen from the party that appeared on your skin. When he saw the smirk on your face he immediately knew he had been caught looking.

“Why have you been ignoring me all night?” The buzz you were experiencing felt like straight courage running through your veins. You wanted answers out of the male standing in front of you.

You were going to get them too.

Azriel attempts to smother the guilty look on his face, but you catch it anyway as his eyes drift back down to the floor. “If I’ve done something to upset you, you should just tell me instead of ignoring me. You’re a grown male-act like it.” Az has it in him to at least look alarmed, eyes jumping straight back up to your face. This is not at all how he wanted this night to go. He shakes his head at you, before hearing the music dip to a low waltz. He musters up all the courage he wishes he had at the beginning of the night,

“You haven’t done anything. I’ve been an immature male all night, please, let me make it up to you.” The Spymaster extends his hand to you and you eye it for a moment intending to leave him hanging in suspense. After letting him squirm you accept his hand and he leads you onto the dance floor. The music isn’t much of a dance song, more designed to be a slow sway than an elaborate waltz. Azriel draws you close to him, one warm strong hand resting on the small of your back, and the other holding your hand leading you into the music. When you two fall into a comfortable rhythm he leans down to whisper in your ear. “You look exquisite by the way.” Az enjoys the bashful look that crosses your face and the light blush that dusts your cheeks.

“Thank you,” you hum–the close proximity to him almost makes you feel drunker, “so..are you going to tell me why you’ve been brooding all night.” You offer him a small smile, you won’t pressure him to talk but you want to know. You find you have your answer when Azriel’s stare rakes hungrily over your figure. “Oh. I see.” You can’t help but send a sultry look up at the Shadowsinger.

You’ve caught your prey, you think you’ve earned the right to toy with it a little.

“Perhaps I’m being selfish and imagining you wore this shade of blue just for me.” Azriel’s hand drops from yours, moving to join the other around your waist as yours loop around his neck. You look up at Azriel from under your eyelashes and his intestines feel like they’re tying themselves into knots.

“I think your ego might need a bit of a check spymaster,” you reach down, drawing one of his hands up the curve of your waist and over your breast before stopping to rest it over your fluttering heart. His eyes almost devour you as you move his hand, pupils going dark with desire. The blue siphon is in perfect alignment with the neckline of your dress, and Az can not stop staring. “Although I must say, they are a perfect match.” Your admission feels like an electric shock straight to Azriel’s bones.

Everything in his body locks like a lion waiting to pounce.

You meet his eyes and something charged runs through the both of you. You both know what you want, and the heated gaze Azriel levels at you already has a wetness pooling between your legs.

When Az’s eyes dart to the door leading out of the ballroom in question, you only nod in answer.

His hand on your back as he guides you out feels like a hot brand against your skin. Azriel leads you into a small bathroom in the hallway, and the minute the door closes behind you both he has you pinned flush against the door. You feel like all the air has been sucked out of the room as you and Azriel stare at each other. You feel one of his hands train up your exposed leg before you hear the click of the lock for the bathroom door. He drops his head to press kisses against your thundering pulse, and you can feel his nose brushing against the curve of your jaw.

“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me all night,” Az growls into your ear, one hand firmly planted on the curve of your ass.

The hard thing pressing against your thigh tells you exactly what you’ve been doing to him all night.

You don’t feel like waiting anymore and drag his lips down to meet yours in a heated kiss. He tastes like bourbon and night-kissed air. It’s addicting. Strong hands wrap around your waist and give a firm squeeze to your ass that makes you gasp out a moan. He uses this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your whole body feels like it’s dissolving under his touch as you reach for his belt, the only thing on your mind was getting him out of his pants as quickly as possible. He runs one hand along the column of your throat, thumb stroking along your bottom lip.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for me?” His dark voice rasps into your ear. You nod up at him and his golden eyes are almost completely black with desire. He growls as he flips you around and presses you against the sink, and you moan as your chest rubs against the cool marble. You feel his hands hoist up the back of your dress, and you look up to see his devilish smirk in the mirror. Your eyes trail over to his hands and see the scrap of blue lace running between his scarred fingers. “Did you wear these just for me?” That cocky smile makes your knees go weak, and you send a silent thanks to Mor for insisting that you wear the matching underwear tonight. “I like seeing you in my color sweetheart,” he sends you a wink as he tucks your underwear in his back pocket, “I think I’ll hang onto these.”

That might be the hottest fucking thing you’ve seen.

He teases you with his fingers and sighs before bringing them up to his mouth and licking them clean. You taste so fucking good, but he needs to get inside you soon before he explodes in his pants. He vows to spend hours between your legs another time as payment. He moans gospel around his fingertips, and while you’ve never been a religious female you might start praying to the mother tonight.

“You’re so fucking wet and I’ve barely touched you yet.” His eyes shine with an arrogance that makes you want to wipe the smirk off his face. His voice drops to a softer tone and he stares straight into your soul through the mirror, “Are you ready for me, or do you want me to prep you first?”

“I’m ready.” you’re writhing against the sink. You need him inside your right goddamn now or you might start crawling on him like a cat. You moan in relief when you hear him unbuckle his belt and remove himself from his trousers. From this angle you can’t see him fully, but you know he’s big if his wingspan has anything to say about it. He plants one hand on your lower back as he uses his other hand to guide himself into you. You feel the first inch slip in and then it stops, you look up at Az in confusion and his eyes meet yours in the mirror as one hand comes around to play with your nipples.

He leans his body down to press kisses into the skin of your neck before murmuring into your ear, “Beg for the rest darling.” Flame rises to your cheeks and you pull your eyes away from the mirror, but Az pulls you back so that you’re looking at him. You try to move backwards just to draw a little more of him into you. Unfortunately his grip on your waist is like steel. You’re not going anywhere. You swallow what little pride you have left and meet his eyes in the mirror.

“Please Az. God fuck me please.” That seems good enough for him and he slips himself the rest of the way inside of you. Az lets out a moan that makes your toes curl against the tile and your grip harden on the marble sink.

He fucks like a beast.

Hard and rough thrusts as one hand toys with your clit in a way that makes you feel like one of the stars you hope you’ll have enough time to see tonight.

Even if you miss it you can’t say you’d be that upset with the way the Illyrian is moving inside of you. An orgasm rips through you, tumbling through the night sky burning hot and bright before fizzling out and starting again. Az is relentless in your pleasure, pulling you to that edge again and again before he reaches his peak himself.

When you feel his thrusts start to get sloppy you know he’s close, so you start to fuck back against him. Az lets out a moan of appreciation at your efforts, and you earn a bite mark on your shoulder.

He finishes with a roar that shakes the mirror and you’ve never been gladder for the blaring music and waves of people to cover the two of you. He pulls out before gently wiping away the mess he’s made of your inner thighs before pulling your dress back down.

You gently stand with Az’s assistance and he rubs circles in your spine as apology for keeping you bent over for so long. That small act alone makes liquid gold run through your veins, and your whole body leans into the affection. Azriel opens and closes his mouth not quite knowing how to find the right words.

After all, what do you say to the female you love after you fucked her in the bathroom? He considers a few options– We should do this again sometime, please don’t say you want nothing to do with me after this, and I’m not normally the kind of male who fucks females in bathrooms. But you’re looking at him with honeyed eyes, and you understand what he’s trying to convey to you. So you reach up and kiss him again, hands running through the silken strand of raven black hair.

“We can talk about it later Az. We don’t have to figure everything out right now.” He nods greatufully and before you both exit the bathroom he pulls you into a bone crushing kiss he hopes conveys what his words cannot.

You leave the bathroom and rejoin your family to watch the stars together. No one can tell what happened in the bathroom at least until Cassian calls out to Azriel.

“Hey Az! What the hell is sticking out of your back pocket?” Both of your cheeks heat and your guilty eyes immediately dart to Mor who gives you a knowing glance and tips her wine glass in salute. Cassian does nothing more but wink at his brother as Az shoves the scrap of lace further down into his pocket and yanks you closer to his side.

Your friends will no doubt torture you for this later but wrapped in Azriel’s arms on the most beautiful night of the year you don’t seem to mind so much.

#acomaf #acotar #acowar #acosf fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #acotar imagine #smut #acofas

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number1mingyustan · 2 years

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Spoiled ☾♡

fiancé!woozi x fem!reader

Genre: borderline sugar daddy au, smut, established relationship

Warnings: oral (f.),praise kink, fingering (f.), cursing, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, creampie

Summary: Your fiancé would give you the world if he could

Word Count: 1.8k

(a/n: i like this one a lot but it’s still not proofread whoops)

No one could ever tell Jihoon that he didn’t love you. You were his girl, his world, his everything. He didn’t believe in love at first sight until he saw you.

He knew then and there that you’d be his. And three and a half years later there you were, entering the spacious apartment with a big diamond ring on your finger.

Jihoon carried your bags in, following close behind you as the two of you entered the apartment. You told him you could carry them yourself, but he insisted doing it.

The two of you had just gotten home from the mall, the bags filled with expensive paraphernalia that Jihoon desperately wanted to buy for you. All you had to do was glance at it and he’d already be buying it.

“I like the red dress better on,” you said as you spun around, giving him a few of your body. “But I like the blue color better.”

“I’ll get them both for you,” he stated without hesitation.

“Oh you don’t have to-”

“Anything for my girl,” he says, planting a kiss on your cheek.

Being a successful producer, Jihoon had no problems financially. He very well off and he was sure to make sure you were too.

You loved him just as much as he did, if not more. However, his simply had a different way of showing it. You’d never use him for his money, spoiling you was entirely his own volition. You were more of the affectionate type, and that’s just how things were.

He exited your shared bedroom after putting the bags away only to find you already sitting comfortably on the couch. You were scrolling through Netflix, trying to find something to watch. He decided to join you, cuddling up close next to you.

He watched your side profile carefully as you focused on the screen in front of you. The dangling diamonds on your ears in particular caught his attention.

“You’re wearing the earrings I bought you,” he comments with a smile.

You nod, turning your head to look at him. “Of course, I love everything you get me. Even if you go overboard sometimes.”

He pecks your lips softly. “No such thing as going overboard with you. My angel deserves everything she owns.”

His angel. You feel shy at his words, turning toward the screen again to conceal your flustered expression.

“I mean it,” he says, turning your head so you’re facing him again.

“I just want you to be happy,” he breathes, lips dangerously close to yours.

“I am,” you tell him genuinely.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you breathe out.

You decide to close the gap between the two of you, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. Your lips molded together in harmony, the kiss increasing in passion. His tongue found its way into your mouth, lightly sucking on it.

His palm lay flat on your chest, lightly pushing you down onto the sofa below your bodies. Your body followed his movements, submitting to his touch and laying down on the couch. He climbed on top of you, his body hovering over yours without disconnecting your lips.

His hands roamed your sides, lifting up your shirt enough to expose your skin. His touches were light and soothing. Finally disconnecting your lips, his traveling along your skin. He placed soft kisses along your ear, trailing down your neck as his hands played at the hem of your shorts.

He began marking you, sucking on the skin of your neck, sure to leave dark hickies along your skin. You let out a soft moan at the feeling of his lips. You were so caught up in how his lips felt on your neck that you failed to notice that he’d already unbuttoned and unzipped your shorts. It wasn’t until he started sliding them down your legs that you noticed.

You kicked your shorts off to help him out, causing him to smile against your skin. Two of his fingers traced your folds through the lacy panties he bought you. He sat up between your legs, allowing him more access to where he wanted to be. You moaned when his fingers brushed over your clit, you were aching and desperate to be touched.

He pressed firmer, allowing some of your arousal to seep through the thin material. “You wore the red,” he smirks down at your damp underwear.

You nod your head. “Know how much you love them.”

He smiles at you, licking his lips before finally sliding down your panties. His mouth inches closer to your heat. “Such a good girl.”

Before you can process anything, you’re gasping for air as his lips attack your core. He’s swirling his tongue along your clit at a fast pace, occasionally running his tongue along your folds.

Your back is arched off the couch as he pleasures you masterfully with his tongue. You’re moaning and grasping for his hair as you push your hips into his mouth desperately.

“Holy fuck, Jihoon!” you moan out.

He looks up at you with half lidded eyes proudly. He loves watching you squirm and work yourself up until you’re completely fucked out. There’s nothing more satisfying for him than knowing his princess his satisfied.

You’re so fucking wet that you’re sure you’re dropping onto the expensive couch now, but Jihoon could care less. As long as you were happy, nothing else mattered. His lips wrap around your clit and he sucks on the bus while slipping two fingers into you.

“F-Fuck,” you moan out. “Feels so good mmph-”

He pushes his fingers deep inside your core, he has no problem slipping in either. He lightly curls his fingers, pumping them in and out of your sopping hole at a consistent pace.

You grip harder on his hair desperately, causing him to groan against you. You feel the vibrations course through your pussy, causing shivers to flow through every inch of your body.

You feel your orgasm approaching quickly, desperately moaning and breathing out his name. “Gonna cum… f-fuck ‘m gonna cum baby. Can I?”

“Anything for you baby,” he mumbles against your skin. “You’re doing so good for me.”

And with that you let go. Your orgasm completely overwhelms you. Your body spasms and shakes as you ride out your high along his tongue and fingers.

“Jihoon! So good fuckfuckfuckfuck,” you moan. “So good to me baby, so fucking ugh-”

Your eyes roll back into your head so far you swear you’re seeing stars. The pleasure courses through your body as you come undone. He watches you with amusement, taking in every moan,spam, and shake your body elicits.

You finally come down from your high, breath heavy and eyes half open. He’s sitting up on the couch, slowly retracting his fingers from your heat. There’s a very obvious bulge poking through his pants that you notice first.

“You okay angel?” he asks.

You nod weakly, sitting up on your elbows. “Want you inside of me.”

He hesitates for a second, knowing you haven’t really recovered from your previous orgasm yet. But what his princess wants, his princess gets.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Okay.”

His hands fumble with his pants for a moment, but he gets them down, alongside his underwear. His body hovers over yours as he strokes his hard length. His cock is already leaking precum, which he doesn’t hesitate to smear around the head of his cock with his thumb.

“How do you want me pretty girl?” he asks.

“Just like this,” you breathe out, spreading your legs open wider. “Want you to look at me when you fill me up.”

Jihoon swears he almost came right then and there. He lets out a breathy chuckle as he lines himself up with your entrance. “Angel, I swear you’ll be the death of me.”

He pushes his cock into you slowly. You’re still sensitive from your previous orgasm, the contact causes your body to jerk and elicits a hiss out of your mouth. He looks down at you cockily.

He pulls his length back, only leaving the tip inside before slamming back into you with force.

“Fuck!” you cry out.

He continues slamming into you with powerful thrusts. He cock fills you up so nice. You feel him deep inside of you, hitting all your sweet spots.

“So tight,” he mutters. “Feel so good around me. Look so pretty like this, me pretty girl.”

You clench at his words. He never fails to make you feel good about yourself. His thrusts fail to falter in pace. He fucks you roughly, just the way you like. He pounds into you, cock soon finding that particular patch that drives you crazy. Your body jerks again and you scream out his name, letting him know he’s exactly where he wants to be. He continues pounding into you, being sure to hit that same patch over and over again.

His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing quick circles around your sensitive bud. You’re a moaning mess and you feel another orgasms approaching you quickly.

“Fuck baby,” you cry. “ ‘M gonna cum again.”

“Go ahead princess, cum for me,” he groans. “Let go beautiful.”

You squeeze your eyes shut, allowing the pleasure to take over your body once more. Your hips buck up into his, pushing his cock deeper inside of you. The overwhelming pleasure courses through you, but it also elicits a foreign reaction in you.

Jihoon is quick to notice it, pulling his length out as you fucking squirt all over him. He watches in awe as the fluid shoots from your body, but you’re too caught up in your pleasure to fully acknowledge what’s happening.

He rubs the head of his cock along your folds as your squirt, continuing to coax you through your orgasm.

“Fuck angel,” he moans.

Watching you squirt is by far the hottest thing Jihoon’s ever experienced and he’s sure to take a mental note of desire to make it happen again.

He pushes his length back into you, quickly finding his pace again and resuming the pounding he’d given you. You’ve come down from your high, but the pleasure continues to build up as he fucks you roughly.

“You’re taking me so well princess,” he cooes. “Such a good fucking girl.”

It’s not long before Jihoon’s thrusts start becoming sloppy, signaling that his orgasm is impending. He lets out deep groans as his hips stutter.

“Fill me up please,” you beg. “Want you to cum inside of me.”

And that’s exactly what he does. He shoots his load deep inside your walls, painting them white. He lets out a prolonged groan as he does so. Eventually his hips still as you milk every drop out of his cock. The both of you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breaths.

You pant under him, suddenly cringing as you feel him pull his length out of you. He tucks his softening cock away, pushing his head back between your thighs. He leaves soft kisses on the insides of your thighs comfortingly.

“All good?” he asks against your skin.

“Mhm,” you nod.

“How about we get you cleaned up yeah? Order some takeout and a bubble bath the way you like it?” he offers.

A smile creeps onto your face. “Yes please.”

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#seventeen #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #lee jihoon #jihoon smut #woozi #woozi smut #kpop

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pinkaditty · 4 months

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MASTERLIST/INFO

hihi this is my Masterlist/Info post!!! I figure I've written enough posts at this point, so… why not organize them? and why not properly introduce myself?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

this is a long post!

INFO:

hi! im pinkaditty! you can call me pink, pinka, pinkadit, pinkaditty, or just by Malibu!

20 ☆ femme presenting tmasc ☆ aroace ☆ studying biomedical sciences ☆ black ☆ gemini sun ☆ spiritual ☆ physically disabled ☆ he/they and pink neos!

FUN FACTS:

im spiritual and a learning witch. i do tarot readings sometimes,so if you'd like one,let me know! im also gyaru! the style totally changed my life about two years ago, and I've spent a long time practicing and preparing myself for becoming full gyaru! im nearly there, and will often repost gyaru content!

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

anyways! im really really into writing for Obey Me SWD/NB, Twisted Wonderland, and What In Hell Is Bad! I plan on writing for Arcana Twilight, Tears of Themis, Ikemen Prince, A3!, and maybe some various animes! Ill update when I've decided.

What I will write:

mostly anything you guys ask tbh

fem!mc, gn!mc, and masc!mc, but im mostly writing gn!mc.

dom!mc (my bias as a domme sorry

MOSTLY NSFW BUT!!! occasionally ill do a little sfw hc post maybe

bdsm aspects

black!mc (guess why.)

alternate universe settings

hair pulling, spitting, penetration, pegging, toy use, pet play, d/s dynamics, roleplay, dacryphilia, yandere/pervert, etc etc yk the works.

honestly just ask. I'll probably write it (within reason!).

What I might write:

sub!mc (once in a blue moon or as requested.)

bodily fluids not including ejaculatory fluids (blood, sweat, saliva, discharge, etc.)

leather/spandex suits for bdsm purposes (i will if asked but it's slightly uncomfy to me)

piss (it's not as gross as scat so maybe i can work with this.)

What I will NOT write:

ANYTHING NSFW FOR CHARACTERS CANONICALLY UNDER 18. I DO NOT AND WILL NOT AGE CHARACTERS UP FOR NSFW PURPOSES. IF YOU ASK FOR NSFW OF CHARACTERS CANONICALLY UNDER 18, I WILL DELETE YOUR ASK AND BLOCK YOUR ACCOUNT.

incest. never in a million years.

teacher x student ships

just to be clear, nothing proship. not writing that. ever.

scat (nope! can't do it! sorry!)

and anything else i deem too gross or in violation of the law.

Want to submit an nsfw request? Click here for the specific guidelines! (Open at this time! Must be 18 or older to submit a request!)

Sfw asks do not require the guidelines.

MASTERLIST:

OBEY ME:

Pervert (Pt 1; Demon Brothers)

Pervert (Pt 2; Side Characters)

Perv!Asmodeus

Pink Slush Preview (Solomon x MC x Barbatos)

TWISTED WONDERLAND:

NSFW:

Rook after-sex headcanons

Cater Diamond falling in love

Idia Shroud falling in love

WHAT IN HELL IS BAD:

Sitri Thirst

Facesitting headcanons

this post will be updated as i go! thank you!

no tags bc this'll hopefully be exclusive to my blog

dividers credit to @/kawaiimaterials!!!!!!

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faelapis · 2 years

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White Diamond analysis: post-SU future

i've spoken about why i like white diamond before, but i want to update it. i've made a mediocre little video ages ago (i think its called "white diamonds cognitive journey" but i don't wanna link it here because while i stand by a lot of the conclusions, i was very bad at youtube and cringe at my editing)... but that's somewhat outdated now. because SU the movie and SU future happened.

so i will summarize my old thoughts, and add new ones.

i will say that i don't think white's arc, whatever you feel about it, is meant to read as "complete." i think that's where a lot of fandom cognitive dissonance comes from. i think it's meant to read as a continuous, breathing thing that could change more now that steven is gone. i wanna thank future for that, both problematizing white's current mindset and giving her a jumping-off point - along with jasper and the other diamonds - to keep changing.

so. what do i mean by this?

in CYM, white falls apart. then the movie, and future, are extensions of the mindset she gains at the end of CYM. people complain about an "offscreen" redemption but i don't think that's true. what i will explore is how white submits herself to what steven wants because she doesn't trust herself or her own judgement anymore if she's not perfect. the movie and future are just natural extensions of that.

let's start at CYM.

by the end of it, white finally questions herself, to perhaps an extreme degree because she'd built herself up around the idea of having to be perfect. to her, perfect means being wise, correct, unquestionable. she's kept watch over gemkind, she's always looking from afar. how its played, its ambiguous as to whether she could Literally see everything pink did, or if she just put herself in denial that of course pink was alive, of course this was all one of her games.

but if its the former, if she can Literally see all of gemkind through her divine light, i think the reason she can't predict steven is that he's half-human. she can't see him as clearly. she knew he was human from the get go, calling pink "hiding" and "embedded in that human child", so perhaps part of her obsession was not being able to see.

anyway, what others say they feel isn't that important, she knows what they "really" need and feel. she can see them, better than they can. she's their creator, their goddess "mother", after all.

and if she can, in a meta sense, see everything, she is the opposite of steven and the audience - they are subjective, and they know that. "we" can only see from steven's pov. white is a challenge to that, someone who represents the standard tv drama where an omniscent audience gets to see everything. we don't, we are limited to steven. because the point is that no one can truly be objective.

but anyway - white styles herself as being objective. she's facts and logic, she doesn't care about feelings (tm). so yellow and blue's emotional pleas don't matter. what matters is if she can be logically proven wrong. if she SEES that steven isn't pink, then she is objectively wrong. that's something she can't handle. she can't justify it, so her worldview falls apart. she's not perfect.

the question then becomes how she responds to this. and the answer is, well, like someone whose world has fallen apart! someone who trusts her own judgement so little that she has to follow someone else. so she acts like most homeworld gems, at some point.

as we see at the end of CYM, and made more explicit in the movie and future... she starts following whatever steven wants. the era 3 diamond symbol is flipped on its head - steven is the "highest" diamond, and white sees herself as the "lowest."

i don't think white, personally, has reached a conclusion on how she feels about corrupted gems. i don't think she has anything but gut feelings - some base disgust (as drawn throughout CYM, there's a great shot about getting into the pool but looks conflicted, that i think someone in the crew described as her "hesitantly getting into a public pool", which can be read through several different lenses of prejudice.) , but also wanting to help because she feels bad enough about herself to do whatever someone else tells her is helpful.

and that someone else is steven. even if she herself is conflicted, she spends the end of CYM looking to him for approval. its only through his joy and acknowledgement of her that she allows herself to hesitantly, awkwardly smile. despite everything.

and then the movie shows this at its logical extreme. like white, yellow and blue are also following steven - they are almost obsessed with him. he's made things better, after all! he's a hero! he even guided them at their worst, the way white was supposed to do. he's surely worthy of worship as the superior diamond.

when steven understandably wants to leave, they beg for him to stay! they whine about how they've done everything he asked. they're clearly doing it for him. because of him. just let us worship adore you.

in a way, they are extremely childish. they're not really changed in the sense of a mature understanding of the world based on their own experiences and moral compass, but they know they are flawed. and they love and adore steven, so HE will tell them what to think. what to be. what to do.

we'll do it all. whatever you say. you know better than us!

then future happens.

our heroic, superior steven isnt the perfect golden child anymore. perhaps he never was. he's no longer able to hide it, at least, because now that the war is over, he's not able to focus on a life's purpose ("living up to rose quartz" first, "being a hero" later), so he is haunted by his PTSD. everything catches up to him. he even questions his own relationships - a lot of them having formed around him being that "good," helpful person. someone who needs to be needed. someone who doesn't know who he is when he isn't perfect.

are we really surprised he went to the diamonds, at his worst? of course he did. on some level, i think he hoped they could heal him... but failing that, maybe he would find a fellowship of flawed, broken people who had abused others high opinions of them. instead, he found them doing good things, being useful, being better than him, despite how he himself was still suffering. suffering because of them.

another huge reason steven was "set off" by white was by literally seeing himself in her body, right after shattering jasper and making a bunch of other mistakes. the fear of becoming like her, an ignorant or cruel person in an abusive chain. but the poison was already in him. and in trying to hurt white, he was literally hurting himself. trying to focus on destroying everything imperfect around you, you become incapable of accepting the imperfections within.

anyway. this is still about white!! i just wanted to "catch us up" on my interpretation of steven in future, and also lay some groundwork of the parallels between white and steven here. i think steven, in all of future, is a disharmonic, symbolic mix of white and pink.

anyway, now this messed up, openly broken steven has to meet the diamonds. and of course, when they fail to heal him, despite his pain being partially their fault, and seeing himself "as white", fearing being like her, deluded instead of a true hero... he doesn't take it well.

and that brings us back to white. while she's clearly scared in this scene, "i am my monster" clarifies that she doesn't hate him, and certainly doesn't blame him. she and the others still come to call, they still help him however they can. even if he doesn't love them (as spinel puts it, he never writes or calls), they still love him. he still helped them. he still made them better.

and i think that's a crucial bit of progress, because it shows them putting the pieces together. yes, steven isn't the perfect diamond they hoped would guide them, he isn't their holy "father" the way they tried to be authoritarian "mothers" to gemkind, but they don't turn on him for that reason. blue and yellow aren't disgusted with steven "turning pink" like white did. and white isn't even mad at him for trying to kill her. she knows why:

spinel: this is my fault!

white diamond spinel! don't be silly! everyone knows that all of this is because of me!

spinel: NO, it's because of ME! i tried to wipe his friends memories so he could die alone on a barren world!

white: but that was because you were angry with pink, and if pink hurt you, it was because i hurt her! like i hurt yellow, and blue, and steven, and everyone in the entire universe! *sobbing* this is all my fault!

and after that, of course, chad connie comes in and focuses their attention on the fact that yes, they did hurt him. but this pity party - this obsession with self-punishment - is just making it about themselves. like the way some parents respond to their children hurting with "where did i go wrong?!" instead of actually helping.

but what's crucial is that despite the diamonds following steven almost blindly, it wasn't completely blindly. they understand the concept of generational trauma: it wasn't just spinel, and it wasn't just pink. it was all of them. and white may in some ways be the "source", but connie still insists they all try to help anyway.

the diamonds are not fully "there yet" in terms of emotional development, but they did learn one thing - you can't abandon or destroy people because they are flawed. through steven, and through being there for each other, they have seen how even they, themselves, can help despite their own flaws... and so, they are forced to accept that part of steven too. that is something they're able to process and turn into practice by the end of future.

so then... steven leaves.

earlier, when he left homeworld, he told the diamonds the exact same thing he told jasper: don't follow me.

that can be interpreted literally, but also figuratively. with jasper, its explicitly about looking up to him: "find something better to do with your life." so that leaves them all - white diamond, yellow, blue, jasper... adrift. but now, with some morals and experiences to guide them. they're not children anymore, they can't rely on steven to tell them what to do. maybe they'll even have PTSD and existential crises of their own! we don't know, because we are bound to steven - someone who has decided that's not his business anymore. he has to heal himself, regardless of what everyone else does.

so the show prompts us to accept that no, we don't really know whether the diamonds (and jasper) will "fully" heal, what the world will look like to them in 10, 100, 1000 years. but it gives them all hope. it gives them a starting point, recognizing that their flaws are not the end of the world. jasper goes to little homeworld. the diamonds have each other. they just have to keep going without an authority to guide them... the same way all of gemkind must find a way to exist without the diamonds.

i'm not the first to say a lot of this. there’s been a lot of digital ink spilled to say the diamonds are only doing what steven wants, and that steven is "using" them... but that’s usually in the service of saying they're not “really” redeemed, end of story. because steven doesn’t like them, the show ITSELF must hate them and have no real desire to redeem them. it’s usually a reactionary stance to “defend” SU against “soft on crime” allegations lol.

but i don’t care about that kind of punitive bs, nor do i think that’s the shows intended message. they could’ve had steven actually shatter white, but it would’ve been at the cost of the societal goods of rehabilitation. this is a show where revenge and healing are contradictory - rehabilitation is necessary for true structural change (literal and figurative healing). people are flawed and they can change. they could’ve written revenge to be more important or equal, but no. steven doesn’t need to kill them, he needs therapy.

as i’ve hopefully shown, while the diamonds are far from perfect, they HAVE learned something. they accept steven despite his flaws, they’re well on their way to accepting the concept of flaws in general. they seem happy with their new powers to heal and find meaning in helping people. and in future, they continue to do good despite how steven never calls or visits. even humbling yourself and admitting you’re wrong is, i think, more than many of us could do.

#steven universe #white diamond #su theory #su analysis #gif /#steven #jasper #yellow diamond #blue diamond #spinel #the diamonds

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toxiccrybabyart · 11 months

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Stevens!

Featuring a redraw of a screenshot I have of Steven dressed as his mom. Since I have the moms designed before the boys, oops! What can I say, I’m a diamond fan I suppose

I love these aus, I am having so much fun.

If you enjoy please consider reblogging, and maybe even submitting an ask or two!

Introducing

Sage

The son of Holly Blue Agate, aka Blue Diamond.

Sage is more emotional than Steven, or rather, more easily guilt filled. He is constantly worried about the consequences of his actions, and worried he’s a bad person. You can only imagine how bad that gets in future, with his mothers bad actions constantly being brought up and shown to him. He’s still a great hero though, doing his best to be kind and helpful to his friends. He’s the closest in personality to Steven.

Stephan

The son of Citrine, aka Yellow Diamond

Stephan is a bit too hot headed for his own good. He means well, he really does, and he wants to help people. But he gets easily frustrated, and tends to get a bit rude or snappish with the people around him. Especially when he’s trying so hard to help someone and they just won’t let him help.

Scorpio

The son of Clear Quartz, aka White Diamond

Scorpio is very calm and collected, maybe to a disadvantageous degree. He’s very confident in his abilities, and doesn’t take situations as seriously as he should, especially when it’s clear he doesn’t know what he’s doing despite him thinking he does. Still, he is very kind at heart, and wants to help those around him. He just needs to work on his ego a bit.

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apreciouspuppy · 7 months

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🐾…Welcome to my blog!!

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Interests!!!

<3 Nijisanji EN! hyperfixation!! {oshis : Luca Kaneshiro, Uki Violeta, Doppio Dropscythe}

<3 Cartoons!! Blues clues, Bluey, Doc Mcstuffins, Octonauts, New Adventures of Winnie The Pooh, MLP

<3 Kpop! BTS {Jin} TXT {Soobin} SKZ {Bang Chan, Felix} The Rose

<3 Anime !! I Watch mainly romance but also action :3

Favs : OHSHC , Black Butler , Say I love you, Kamisama Kiss, TGCF

<3 RPG GAMES Obey Me! : Shall We Date, Genshin Impact, Twisted Wonderland

Favs: Obm- Simeon, Solomon, Barbatos, Asmo!!!!

GI- Kaeya, Kaveh, Al Haitham, Diluc, Zhongli My big big favs are 4ggravate {Kaveh, Al Haitham, Tighnari, Cyno}

Twst- Cater Diamond, Trey Spade, Vil Shoenheit

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What fandoms do I take requests for?

<3 Nijisanji EN

I’m really sorry but I can sadly only do Luxiem and the waves after them :( I don’t watch the girls in Niji EN so I wouldn’t want to do a request about them since I’m not knowledgeable

<3 Obey Me: Shall We Date?

All characters except for the new side ones!

<3 Genshin Impact

I’ll try to do my best with requests of any characters you submit but please forgive me if I am unable to do it !

<3 Anime

Request any characters from the ones I put in my interests!! But don’t be afraid to ask if it’s not up there :3

<3 Twisted Wonderland

I’ll try to do my best of any characters you submit but please forgive me if I’m unable to do it !

<3 I can do mood boards of any of these things !! But please be aware I am unable to do headcanons of the ones I said I’m unable to do.

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<3 I take requests for Headcanons, Mood/Stim Boards, and icons!!

#puppypawz📝 headcanon/writing/edits tag!

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world-of-socks · 2 years

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I know this fandom is dead and so is this account, but my sibling is rewatching steven universe so I was thinking about my favorite character again. So since I’ll probably never finish or edit that fanfiction, here are my Yellow Diamond headcanons:

(Some possibly sensitive topic below, tread carefully I suppose)

-Young Yellow was getting bored with each planet being the same boring thing, emptiness with the occasional monster to vanquish. Everything was so monotonous, but then she got a special planet. The life there was intelligent and interesting, even beautiful. The planet was incredible, both harsh and soft, just like her. She originally tried to fight the planet’s life, but after being utterly unsuccessful (and even calling in Blue for assistance in secret), they attempted to spy on them to understand their weakness. Instead, they grew utterly fascinated with the planet’s life, and eventually (little by little) befriended them. During this time Blue and Yellow explored the planet, having the best time of their lives. Eventually Yellow admits that she wants to cut ties with everything and everyone and just stay on her planet forever. She explains to blue that she wants her to join her, and to stay with her. Blue wants to, but she knows it could never work, she knows White would eventually find out. Yellow has a breakdown, feeling so trapped in her position as a diamond. After that, the two decided to just enjoy what time they had on the planet until White inevitably came to fetch them. White wasn’t messing around however, as suddenly she sent her own army down upon the planet, Yellow, Blue, the planet’s life, and the few of Yellow’s army that didn’t take White’s side tried to fight back but Yellow and Blue were destabilized rather quickly. When Yellow awoke she looked around at the destruction that was left. Everything she had loved about the planet was gone, colonization had already begun. In a panic fueled by grief and fear of her future, she ran to a cliff she had scouted out earlier. As she got to the edge, White and Blue were close behind. White, dangerously calm, instructed her to turn around and come home. Instead Yellow decided to go her way, one last desperate attempt to escape what she knew her eternity would be. Not to mention she had already lost everything that really mattered to her, of course Blue was still there but they had no future together like this, not really. Just as she stepped off from the cliff and began to fall, she felt piercing white light run through her. White would have her destabilized and bubbled in seconds, her gem wouldn’t have a scratch on it. She sighed, one last sob escaping before she submitted to her fate. Blue watched in terror.

-This event is a main fuel behind Yellow’s attitude toward everything. She’s submitted to the monotony of her life, but isn’t exactly happy about it. she didn’t want Pink to have a planet mainly because she knew how much it would break her spirit. It frustrated her how much of herself she saw in Pink, and she simultaneously didn’t want that broken like it had been for her BUT she was also so jealous. This event is also why she avoids White at most costs, she wants recognition for the horrible things she’s had to do, but would prefer to stay out of the way of the one who brought her so much pain. Later, she comes to understand White, but it takes longer for her to warm up to her.

-Her and Blue have been friends since they were young, as they grew up they grew closer and fell in love.

-Yellow has gloves to cover up the scars on her arms, the scars form when she uses too much of her power. The scars form more when her powers interact with water (typically if she’s crying).

-Yellow would get frustrated and destabilize her advisors sent from White very often. White also often sent a ton of different advisors and generals to watch Yellow and ensure she didn’t misbehave. Most advisors hated her leading style and grew frustrated with her very easily.

-That’s all I can think of right now, but I think about her a lot. She means a lot to me, not quite sure why I connected with her quite in the way I did, but it happened.

Perhaps this is cringe, but I honestly don’t really care

#steven universe #su #yellow diamond #blue diamond #bellow diamond #yd #bd #bellow #random ramblings #steven universe future #suf #fanfiction #white diamond #pink diamond #headcanon #headcanons #fandom

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autumntouched · 1 year

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Day 26 of Ode to Phoenix

Summary: Part of the Hannix Football Rivalry AU Series in which Jake is a Cowboys fan (lol like Glen) and Natasha is a 49ers fan (like Monica and me)

Jake and Natasha's Wedding, Pt. II - Husband & Wife

Pairings: Natasha "Phoenix" Trace x Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Warnings: None for this part, just fluff

A/N: This fic got really long so I'm posting it in three parts. I'm sorry this took awhile, and I'm a little nervous about it but needed to stop rewriting and get on to your ACTUAL requests. Thank you so much to everyone who submitted song suggestions! As you'll see, I may have gotten a little carried away. Also, clearly some of these songs are homages to Top Gun and TGM. Please don't judge my song picks too harshly. A note that they had everyone do their toasts at the rehearsal dinner the night before. Okay, hope you enjoy!

I'm sharing the full Hannix Wedding Playlist here, but the key songs are also included when they appear in the fic.

The Wedding | Pt. II - Husband & Wife

The next hour is a whirlwind of pictures with all of their loved ones and then finally, they escape to a quiet moment to themselves. Only a half hour, but it’s everything. Jake closes the door of the suite behind them. It’s been decorated with flowers for the occasion, and a small table with motif candles and flower petals waits with their meal.

But before they sit down, Jake pulls her into another kiss, this one so heated that it leaves her feeling almost tipsy. He cups her face in his hands, eyes bright. “I haven’t had a chance to tell you today how stunning you look.”

“You like the dress?” she murmurs, only inches from his mouth.

“So much I want you out of it so bad,” he groans and kisses her forehead.

“I could say the same for you.” Natasha spreads her fingers across his chest. The fading sunlight catches the diamonds on her rings. Jake places his own ringed hand over hers, and she stares like she’s seeing their hands for the first time.

“Maybe we could skip the reception,” he suggests, only half joking. Before she can scold him, he swoops in for another kiss and Natasha finds herself very nearly persuaded to agree. He kneels on the floor to help her out of her bridal heels, pausing to kiss each of her ankles cradled between the strap and the lace detail on the counter.

It’s not until they sit down to eat that she realizes she’s starving, and although he must be just as hungry, Jake lets her have everything she wants from his plate.

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They enter the reception to “Take My Breath Away” and a thundering standing ovation. In the soft blue tinted light, Jake dips her again. Natasha stares up into her whole world with his scintillating green eyes, deep dimples, and imprinted laugh lines. The cacophony of clinking glasses begins already, and he murmurs, “I think they want me to kiss you, Mrs. Seresin-Trace.”

She grins back at her new name and cradles his jaw. “I think we should give the people what they want, Mr. Seresin-Trace.” Natasha kisses him and nearly bites his lip when he swings her back to her feet so he can finish it properly.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Gabby says into a mic, “that’s my incredible big sister and now another big brother for me to annoy. Jake, you can’t say you didn’t know what you were getting into.”

Everyone laughs, and Natasha looks over to a little stage beside the head table where her sister and Rooster stand ready with guitars over their shoulders. For weeks, Natasha and Jake argued about their first dance song. Some couples bond over their taste in music, but theirs could not be more different. She was on the verge of digging in her heels when Gabby reminded her that Jake had made his proposal everything she wanted. All he was asking for was a song to let her know the life he wants to build with her. That was enough to persuade her to agree, but then Gabby rearranged the song and sent a recording of her and Rooster performing the duet. That was when Natasha finally understood that Jake wanted the song because of its conventional portrait of love, because he’d never imagined wanting that with anyone until her.

Gabby starts to play while Rooster sings the first verse. “A few days before he turned 80, he was sittin’ out back in a rocker. He said, ‘What you been up to lately?’”

Jake holds her so close that their knees brush as he leads. They’ve practiced this dance in their living room until they flow through the steps as one. Only now, there is an audience of their friends and family circled around them. Although she knows the lyrics by heart, as both Gabby and Rooster play and sing the chorus, it hits her that the man she can’t live without is now her husband and the one with whom she truly gets to do what she loves and call it work.

She spins at his gentle prompt, her skirt swirling out around her feet, and whirls back into his warm hold. His smile is radiant when the palm he rubs up and down her exposed back presses her closer into the line of his body. She can feel his brass buttons on her chest and stomach. They no longer bother with the choreography and instead sway together. “You know why I really wanted this song, sweetheart?” he breathes over her ear.

“Why?” she sighs happily.

“It came on and by the end, I knew I was going to propose to you. I almost went straight home and did it.”

Natasha smiles up at him, thinking of him holding in his proposal so he could make it as perfect as it was. “You’re the only one I want this life with, dickhead,” she promises softly.

His arm tightens around her. “I never knew I could be this happy until I loved you, Nat.”

“Happy isn’t even close to what I feel right now,” she says thickly, nose a little stuffy with emotion. She laughs and blinks to hold back the sudden tears. “Jake, I love you so much.”

He smiles tenderly. “That’s why I wanted to give you this.”

A soft chord plays on the piano, and Gabby’s voice lowers and becomes more ethereal as Rooster accompanies her. “I found myself dreaming in silver and gold, like a scene from a movie…” It is the first dance song that she wanted, “Like I’m Gonna Lose You.”

“Close your eyes,” Jake whispers. She squints at him suspiciously. He touches her cheek, the hardness of his wedding band on her skin going straight to her heart, and places a kiss on her forehead. She does as he asks. They sway together to the breathy notes of Gabby’s singing. His hand slides up to hold her shoulder as she rests her head on the chest that has protected her, comforted her, and carried his love for her.

He squeezes her hand at the chorus, stroking her rings. “Okay, you can look now sweetheart.” At first, Natasha thinks her eyes haven’t adjusted because she and Jake are floating in darkness. Then he turns her slowly, and the soft glow of candlelight spreads around them as their friends and family pass a flame from candle to candle. Their smiles and awe are illuminated in a wash of warm, golden light that rises to surround them. She looks back at him, too overcome by the exquisite, breathtaking moment he’s orchestrated to know what to say.

He rests his forehead on hers. “I wanted you to see how you light up our lives, Nat. The light you are in mine. Nothing scares me more than the thought of losing you.” His hold on her tightens as if the thought alone will sweep her away from him.

His words nearly burst her heart. If she could, she would marry him all over again. She would marry him every day so he never forgets what his love means to her. Lips trembling, Natasha reaches up and cups his face as teardrops splash onto her chest. Whether they're hers or his she can’t tell. “You told me we have only so many times to tell someone we love them, and I wanted you to know that I’ll treat every one like it’s the last. I’ll never take it for granted.”

She pulls him down into a kiss, their lips salty and wet with their mingled tears. A promise to love him always with no regrets. “It’s beautiful, Jake,” she whispers. “Thank you.” By the time Gabby and Rooster let the last notes drift into the air, they’ve given up moving altogether and simply hold one another.

They break apart to soft clapping and sniffles while the lights come up. Smoke from the candles wisps through the air, adding a magical haze to the room. As Jake takes her hand to lead her to the head table, Natasha’s glad that she has her own surprise for him. They pause at the stage to thank Gabby and Rooster for making their first dance so special. Natasha hugs both of them and nudges Jake when Rooster steals a kiss from Gabby when he thinks their backs are turned. Lise dashes in to blot the tears from both their faces.

Making their way down the table, hugging their friends, takes them longer than Natasha would have expected, and her brother, Sebastian, is waiting to say the blessing by the time Jake pulls her chair out for her.

Nervous about her own upcoming performance now, Natasha tunes in and out of Sebastian’s grace and is glad that their bowed heads mean Jake can’t see her worrying her lip. Her older brother is remarkable with words so his blessing receives an impressed round of applause. She blows him a kiss on his way back to his seat at her family’s table then gets to her feet. Nora, Payback’s wife and one of her bridesmaids, and Gabby take their cue and rise with her.

“Where are you going?” Jake whispers, glancing at her parents standing to welcome everyone.

Natasha smirks. “You didn’t think you were the only one with a surprise, dickhead.” Beneath his suspicion, he looks almost proud. Even when they’re keeping secrets they know one another too well.

“Go get ‘em Phoenix,” he whispers loudly, leaning behind her chair to slap her ass.

“Watch yourself, Commander,” she warns over her shoulder with a giggle, “you’re in uniform.”

Gabby grabs her hand and tugs. “C’mon. Could you two behave yourselves for two seconds at your own wedding?”

“It’s our wedding!” Natasha and Jake quietly protest in unison. But she follows her sister to the music stage.

There are whispers of curiosity at the tables as Natasha pulls Gabby’s guitar strap carefully over her hair. While Gabby takes up the banjo she borrowed and Nora makes sure her violin is tuned, Natasha steps up to the mic. Fortunately, one of the lights throws a flare over the top of her vision so she doesn’t have to see too much of the crowd.

“Thank you, Mama and Dad,” she says, “and like they said, we’re so glad you all could celebrate with us today.” She glances at Jake who’s watching her with his chin propped on his fist, dimples visible even from where she is.

“As some of you may know, someone very important and dear in my husband’s life couldn’t be here tonight.” A thrill goes through her at calling Jake her “husband,” but the smile dropping from his face settles a weight in her stomach. She scans the crowd, and she’s relieved to see Sandy’s blonde tresses swaying through the tables as she makes her way to be with her son. “I never got to meet his sister, Colleen, because she passed away when Jake was in high school.”

The sounds of sympathy scattered through the room turn to chuckles when she adds, “I’d like to think we’d be close, that she’d be happy to have me as a sister because I hear that until I came along, she was the only one who could keep her little brother in check when he was bent on being a dickhead. So to all of the Navy senior officers and anyone who has had the pleasure of working with Jake here, you’re welcome. From us.” Sandy takes the empty seat next to her son. Jake’s eyes crinkle, letting Natasha know he is entirely glad to be under her influence. She has to stop looking at him to get through the next part or she might start crying too much to be able to perform.

Clearing the tightness from her throat, she adjusts the guitar. “Sometimes I feel like I know Colleen a little, though, through all of the ways Jake carries her in him. I have her to thank for some of the things I love most about him. How brilliant Jake is, how relentlessly competitive, how protective and fiercely loyal, and how very very sweet and endearing he is. I wanted to make sure that she was part of our celebration today, that you all know how much she will always be part of our lives, and couldn’t think of a better way than one of her favorite songs for the wonderful Texas cowboy she gave me.”

In the quiet before she starts to play, she can hear people sniffling and blowing their noses. The wait staff does their best to move quietly through the room to serve dinner while they perform. Gabby passes her a pick, and Natasha plays the first chords, leaning into the gentle notes to ground herself. Nora joins on her violin.

“I said I wanna touch the earth,” Natasha sings softly. “I wanna break it in my hands. I wanna grow something wild and unruly.” Building into the chorus she adds more forte to her voice and finally has her footing enough to look at Jake on, “Cowboy take me away. Fly this girl as high as you can into the wild blue.”

Her fingers nearly lose their place on the strings when she sees the raw emotion on his face, the depth of gratitude, the softened grief, and the boundless, quiet awe she sometimes catches in her periphery. Now that it’s there for her in plain sight, she can’t look away.

She steps off the stage and moves toward Jake, playing and singing just for him. He and Sandy sit arms twined and heads leaning against one another. Without missing a note, Gabby shifts from the harmony to the melody at the mic. Although it’s not how they practiced, Gabby and Nora fade out as they reach the end of the song to let her finish on her own.

Standing in front of her beautiful cowboy who looks like he is truly on the verge of answering the invitation of the lyrics to take her away, Natasha sings the final words for him, “Cowboy, take me away. Closer to you.” She strums through the last chords of the song and lets her hands fall from the guitar with a smile.

She’s barely finished before Jake is out of his seat, face blazing, to take her by the cheeks. Guitar and all, he hauls her up to his mouth and kisses her like they’re the only ones still in the room. His lips are sealed to hers, threatening to steal every last breath from her body, while their guests don’t even bother clinking glasses they’ll likely shatter and go straight to pounding the tables and stamping their feet. Their cocktail hour may have been a little too free flowing.

Rather than come to her rescue, the DJ jumps in with “Kiss Me.” She touches Jake’s shoulder, and finally he takes the hint. They’re both breathing heavily, her lips buzzing, when they break apart. “Colleen would love you,” he promises, tracing the curve of her ear through her hair. “She’d have loved that. I loved it.”

He brushes his lips across her forehead before Gabby rescues her out of the guitar.

“That was beautiful,” croaks Sandy, dabbing at her eyes then reaching across the table to hug her. “Thank you, sweetie,” she whispers. “That meant the world to him.” She draws back and affectionately touches her knuckles to Natasha’s cheek before also giving Jake a hug and returning to her seat.

Jake joins her to greet their guests during the meal, leaving Zach instructions to watch their plates.

Part I | Part III

Ode to Phoenix Masterlist

Hannix Football Rivalry Series AU

Tag List: @melodiousoblivionao3

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theladyofdeath · 2 years

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The Viscount Who Loved Me {Four}

TVWLM Masterlist

An A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfiction, inspired by the first 2 seasons of Bridgerton.

Written alongside @snelbz

Ships: Nesta x Cassian x Elain (I said what I said) Feyre x Rhysand Elain x Azriel x Gwyn

Summary:

As the season begins, a new Diamond is named. She catches the eye of a prince whose feelings remain unrequited. However, the man who catches the eye of the Diamond remains off the market, refusing to get married as a jab to his late father. Meanwhile, the Diamond of the Season’s sisters have found themselves in a bit of a quandary. The elder is pushing the younger to get married to help her move on from the horrid disaster that happened last season, but in the process, the elder catches the eye of the younger’s match, even though she is considered to be an old maid and far past her time to be wed at the age of six and twenty. As they say, all is fair in love and war.

A/N: Let us know what you think! Thank you for all the comments and shares. They give me life.

Tag list is at the end. If you’d like to be added, please comment below or submit an ask. :)

Dear Readers,

It seems that the Viscount even enjoyed himself at last night's ball, for he stayed more than ten minutes. The Queen seems to be pleased, as well, and we may very well hear wedding bells soon for her beloved Prince of Spring and her cherished Diamond.

I am most curious, however, to know who caught the Baron's eye? He is the most eligible bachelor in the ton, after all.

Let us see who he dances with first at next week's ball.

Until then,

The Suriel

This was exactly why Rhysand hadn’t even wanted to be in town during the social season. His jaw hurt from smiling so much, from having to politely but firmly inform each and every mama that approached him that no, thank you, he was not interested in dancing with their daughter no matter how pretty, high born, or scandalous she may be. He was already ready to leave, he’d made his appearance and was looking for Cassian to bid him farewell. He wouldn’t bother with Azriel, as he very well could already be gone himself.

Scanning the ballroom, Rhysand realized he didn’t see either of his brothers, so he aimed for the attached patio, the doors open to the balmy night air.

As soon as the cool, night air hit his face and ruffled his hair, he took a look about to find no sign of the massive fool nor the sulking brood that he loved as dearly as his own blood. He was nearly about to come to a stop when he ran into a slim frame. Absentmindedly, his arms went out to steady her, and when he realized it was indeed a young lady, he quickly removed his hands from her body. Cassian was the one who liked to be in the middle of scandal, not Rhysand.

The young woman looked up at him, and for a moment neither of them said a word. Rhysand couldn’t. He was captivated by her gray-blue eyes, captivated by the slight part of her pink lips, captivated by the scent of lavender and soap that had consumed his senses. As if suddenly remembering they were not the only two people on the face of the planet, the young woman leaped back. “Forgive me, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

“You’re forgiven,” Rhysand replied, and perhaps it wasn’t what he should’ve said, but it’s what naturally came out. He felt so far that he was not making a good impression, at all. He followed it with, “I must offer my own apologies. I was looking for my brother and had my mind elsewhere.” For a moment, she said nothing more, and when he could no longer bear the silence, he said, “As it seems yours is, as well. Can I get you something to drink? Some lemonade or—”

“Water, please,” she said, and when she met his eyes again, his knees grew weak. “These skirts are unbearably hot and I feel as if I might pass out.”

He bowed his head and went back inside, unable to breathe until he was out of her presence. She was beautiful. He had never seen a woman so beautiful, although he had seen many beautiful women, but never a woman so rawly beautiful as the one he had nearly just trampled, purely by accident.

As he crossed the room to the refreshment table, Rhysand cursed himself for offering to get her a beverage, for even lingering to speak to her. He was on his way out and he saw the card hanging from her wrist. She was an eligible young woman, and he didn’t want to give her the impression that he was interested.

It wouldn’t be fair to her.

After debating with himself whether he should even return to her, he realized as a gentleman, he should. For all he knew, she could have been on the verge of overheating.

That was what he told himself at least. It certainly wasn’t that he hadn’t gotten the young lady’s name. He didn’t need to know it, knowing it would complicate things.

When he returned, Rhysand found her standing at the railing gazing out at the night sky over the Sidra. She accepted the glass and sipped from it once, twice. “Thank you. Truly. I suppose I could have gotten it myself-.”

“A lady should never have to get anything herself at a ball,” he interrupted, surprised that a young lady of the ton would even offer to get her own beverage.

She nodded, her lashes dipping with her chin. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” It would have been the perfect time to leave, to hell with finding Cassian. He needed to remove himself from the conversation, he knew that. But he couldn’t stop himself from saying, “I must apologize, yet again, I haven’t introduced myself.”

“Nor have I,” she replied. She laughed softly and the sound of it had Rhys stepping closer, despite knowing he should run the other way. “It seems we are both a mess this evening.”

A mess, indeed. Little did she know.

Rhysand was a smart man, but in the moments that followed, he was a complete fool. He knew it, he very well knew it, but he just couldn’t help himself. During his travels, he had been with plenty of women but none of them had made him feel the way that he felt now, looking into this lovely lady’s eyes. Perhaps it is why he took her hand and kissed it, lips soft against the silk of her glove. He introduced himself simply. “Rhysand Lunasa.”

Her reaction wasn’t what he had expected. She hesitated, he could see it, but she only let it show for a moment, surely hoping he hadn’t caught it. When she spoke next, he understood why. “Forgive me, my Lord-.”

“No need,” he said, before she could continue her apology. He hated being balked at, hated when titles came into play and he suddenly had to act holier-than-thou. “I was enjoying our simple conversation, Miss…”

“Feyre,” she replied, and the lovely name echoed through his mind, only stopping when she said, “Archeron.”

Archeron. Feyre Archeron. Miss Feyre Archeron.

Sister of Nesta Archeron.

It wasn’t fair to her, he knew, as his thoughts began to run wild. Flashbacks from years before flooded his mind, of the Queen and her wishes for Rhysand to marry the cruel, ruthless woman that was Nesta Archeron. He had never wanted to, of course, had never even entertained the idea. There was a reason that Nesta Archeron had not wed.

Remembering that it was a lady who stood before him, Rhysand said, “An honor, my Lady.”

Before she could reply, he was gone, slipping back into the ballroom and finding Azriel. He was in his carriage home soon after.

The next morning, sitting at his desk, he was staring at a report, but all he could think of were eyes that looked like the sea after a storm.

A soft knock came from the doorway and he found Miyam holding a tray. “Were you not planning to come to breakfast, my lord?”

Rhysand blinked, having been lost in the blurriness of the words on his page. “Apologies. I completely forgot what time it was.”

“No worries,” Miryam smiled, setting the tray of food down on the corner of his desk. “You should eat, nonetheless.”

“Of course.” Rhysand sighed and grabbed a breakfast roll off the tray as he sat back in his chair. “Care to join me?”

“If I join you then we must converse,” Miryam replied, simply, as she sat down in the chair opposite of Rhysand. “Are you certain you’re up for conversation, my Lord?”

Rhysand huffed as he took a bite of his buttered roll. He was silent for a moment. It wasn’t until after a slice of bacon that he asked, “Do you remember my father?”

Miryam did not react. Instead, she thought for a moment before saying, “Yes, my Lord. I remember your father well.”

“As do I,” Rhysand responded. “And, if I’m being honest, sometimes I wish that I did not remember him all too well.”

Miryam was quiet as she relaxed in her chair. She didn’t say a word, which is exactly what Rhysand wished. She was there, present, yet she gave him the space that he needed.

“My father was cruel,” Rhysand began, quietly. “I do not think that there was a person in all of Velaris that respected him. They only feared him.”

A moment passed and when he wouldn’t say anything more, Miryam said, “Forgive me, sir, but if you fear that you are turning into your father, you are not.”

Rhysand’s eyes met hers. His jaw locked, but then his eyes closed and all of the breath released from his body. “Thank you, Miryam.”

He didn’t say what he wanted to, even though the thoughts rushed his mind.

Miryam had no idea.

No one did.

No one realized what had truly gone on behind the closed doors of the Lunasa household. No one knew how much Rhysand truly loathed his father, how much he hated the man whose DNA he shared.

No one knew of the bargain that Rhysand had made to his father on his deathbed.

No, Rhysand would never marry. He couldn’t, for he could never have children. If he did, his final vow to his father would be for nothing.

Your line will end with me.

It’s what his father deserved, after all.

Rhysand would give his life to an endless line of misery as long as it meant that his father’s name would not carry on. It was a vow he had made, a vow he would not break.

The ton, the Queen, wanted him to marry, but he would not.

He hated his father more than he thought he deserved any happiness.

The Lunasa name would not continue on for another generation.

Rhysand would make sure of it.

<.>

Cassian was lounged back in his chair across from Azriel, who had been staring at a basket of fruit for nearly twenty minutes. The glass of bourbon next him kept gradually getting empty, but his brother never spoke nor lifted the stub of charcoal staining his fingers to the sketch pad in front of him.

“You know, if the apple hasn’t jumped out and run off yet, I don’t think it’s going to move,” he drawled, bringing his own glass to his lips.

“I’m studying the lighting,” Azriel replied, his eyes still on the fruit, but they jumped down to the paper in front of him and he finally began to sketch. It was quiet again for a moment before he asked, “So, do you think you met your wife last night?”

The sigh Cassian heaved was dramatic enough that Azriel refrained from asking if he was considering enrolling in the Velaris School of Dramatic Arts. “I’m not sure. I didn’t even get to speak to Feyre Archeron.”

“You heard Helion,” Azriel said, eyes bouncing back and forth between the fruit and his work in progress. “The Queen seems pretty determined for the Diamond to marry Prince Tamlin.”

“Exactly,” Cassian said, slumping into his chair. “So if I can’t marry the Diamond, I’ll have to find a pearl.” Azriel did his best not to, but he was unable to stop the quiet laughter that left him. “You laugh now, but my wife will put the Diamond to shame.”

“And do you have any idea who that may be?” Az asked, smearing his thumb across the shading he’d just completed.

“The Diamond’s sister is quite beautiful,” Cassian replied, taking another drink.

Azriel’s hand hesitated, but he kept on. “Which one?”

“She has two?” Cassian asked, eyebrows raised. “I’ve only met Elain, and she’s lovely.”

Azriel’s thumb stilled, but it quickly resumed as he said, “She is quite lovely.”

“I’d like to ask her to dance once more at next week’s event,” Cassian went on. “Ask her some questions. See what lies beneath the beauty.”

“I have had few conversations with her, but she seems to have a good head on her shoulders,” Azriel said, invested in his art, trying not to show any sign of doubt. “Kind, she is.”

“Good to know,” Cassian muttered. “Out of all the women I danced with last night, Elain was by far the brightest. I don’t know what it is with the women of Velaris, but they are lacking a certain…intelligence.”

Azriel chuckled as he continued to study the bowl of fruit in front of him. “Most men do not wish to find an intelligent wife.”

“I do,” Cassian said, without any hesitation. “I admire beauty, of course, but there must be more than that.”

“You’re speaking too truthfully for not being drunk enough,” Azriel chimed.

“I can remedy that,” he shot back, reaching for the bottle on the table between them. “But you may regret it.”

As Cassian refilled his glass, Azriel said, “I haven’t personally met the eldest Archeron sister, but from what Rhysand says, she’s a piece of work.”

“She’s not looking for a husband of her own?”

Azriel shook his head. “She was the Diamond of her inaugural season, and after a few disappointing seasons, she’s acting as both of her sister’s chaperones.”

“Their father?” Cassian asked, biting down on a piece of ice from his glass.

“A merchant, and a rather wealthy one, from what I understand,” Azriel mused. “They call him the Prince of Merchants.”

Cassian hummed and drained his glass. “One dance is too early to call on her at their home, isn’t it?”

“I’d say so, but you’ve never been one to make sound decisions,” Azriel said, and his eyes flicked to Cassian’s empty glass, “especially when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk, I’m drinking,” Cassian quipped. “But I guess you’re right. I’ll see her again at the next ball. If she’s as lovely as she seems, I’ll need to start courting her before someone else realizes it, too.”

Azriel stayed quiet, letting him plan his next moves. It wasn’t until Cassian reached forward and grabbed the apple from the basket, sinking his teeth deep into the firm flesh, that he let out an exasperated sigh and looked at his brother. “And if she’s looking to marry for love?”

“I can get her to fall in love with me,” Cassian said, mouth still full.

“And you?” Azriel asked, still not believing that he ate a piece of his model. “Could you fall in love with her?”

Cassian took another bite of the apple, then another, before meeting Azriel’s weary gaze. “We are nobility, Az. We do not get the honor of falling in love.”

“Then what’s the point?” Azriel asked, unable to stop himself. “Why bother if it’s all for nothing?”

Cassian shifted where he sat and looked pointedly at Azriel. “Just because it’s not about love doesn’t mean that it’s all for nothing. My name will live on for generations, and that is something to be proud of.”

Azriel just slowly shook his head. “To each their own. Just…stop eating my fruit.”

Cassian did no such thing as he took a pear from the bowl and dug in.

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Nesta, Elain, and Feyre sat at the dinner table in silence with their father. It was a lovely meal of roasted lamb and vegetables, and although it was uncomfortable, eating in silence was not unusual for the family of four. When their mother was alive, their nightly suppers had been lively. Now, a decade after her death, the girls could not remember what a lively, lovely dinner around their dining room table entailed.

“What did you think about Lord Declan?” Isaac was asking Feyre. “His father is a renowned sailor from the continent. Not a bad match at all.”

She scrunched her nose as she pushed her food around her plate. “He was nice enough.”

“But?” Nesta asked, sensing her unfinished sentence.

Feyre glanced up at her sister. “He…smelled.”

“He smelled?” Their father asked.

“He smells like sweat,” Elain explained. “I remember that from last season. It’s like he hasn’t bathed in a few days.”

“Yes, exactly,” Feyre nodded. “And Lord Mullen was kind, but he’s so old, father—”

“Lord Mullen is a good friend of mine, Feyre, and he’s been desperate for an heir for a while.” He cut his lamb without looking up at her. “He’s also willing to invest in my business ventures. Not a bad match either.”

Feyre cringed, but nodded. “Yes, Father.”

“What about the prince?” Nesta asked. “You don’t think that’s an advantageous match, Father?”

He took a bite of his food before responding to his eldest daughter. “Until Prince Tamlin puts a ring on Feyre’s finger, I won’t believe his intentions are anything aside from the Queen’s.”

It grew quiet for a moment before Isaac said, “Elain, did you enjoy yourself last night?”

Elain had always been Isaac’s pride and joy and after her relationship with Graysen had fallen apart, he’s done his best to dote on her and make her smile. Of the three of his daughters, Elain was the only one Isaac bothered to pretend he cared about.

“Yes, Father,” she said, a smile on her face. Nesta and Feyre could both see it for the fake it was. “I can’t wait for the next ball.”

“Good,” Isaac said, and his smile was genuine. “You know, it’s not too late for you to marry. Did anyone gain your interest last night?”

Elain frowned at her plate but the pouting only lasted for a moment. “There were plenty of lovely gentlemen there, father. I danced with a few.”

“Is that so?” Isaac asked, watching Elain intently. “Such as?”

Elain took a bite of her carrots, if only to have a moment of silence. “Lord Cassian Nazari was kind.” She looked at Feyre. “And he smelled quite nice.”

Feyre chuckled at that, but their father was not amused. “Cassian Nazari has a reputation, but he has a grand fortune and is desperate for a wife, it seems. You should pursue that. He would be a good match.”

All three of the girls looked at Isaac, who had no idea he was speaking anything shocking.

It was Nesta that said, “Lord Nazari? Truly? Elain could do much better.”

“After the Greysen incident, that is no longer true,” Isaac said, simply. “We must be realistic. If Lord Nazari has taken an interest in Elain, he is the most eligible gentleman of the season, aside from the prince himself.” He waited for a moment before adding, “A prince and a baron. If only, Nesta, you would have married the Viscount.”

The room was silent. Elain and Feyre met each other’s eyes across from each other, but didn’t dare look at their father or sister at either head of the table. They heard as Nesta set her fork down against her plate, before she said, a calmness that belied the simmering rage in her voice, “I’d like to go to my room.”

He must have waved her off, because her chair scraped along the hardwood floor and Nesta’s terse, clipped steps could be heard retreating down the hall and up the stairs. Their father heaved a sigh, and said, “A governess. As if that’s respectable after everything she deserved.” He drank from his wine, before addressing his two youngest daughters. “I’ll be leaving for the continent in the morning. It is unlikely I’ll return before the end of the season. Your sister, however cloudy her judgment may be, will be acting in my stead as your chaperone. I look forward to both of your letters informing me of your matches.”

Elain’s hand was shaking as she, too, set down her silverware. “I promise not to disappoint you this season, father.”

“Very well,” he said and they could tell he was growing weary of the conversation. “This family has dealt with enough disappointment, enough scandal. One more failed season and we will not recover.”

Feyre glanced at Elain and knew that her sister was fighting back tears. She wouldn’t admit it, though, not to their father, how much his words hurt.

“There is no need to worry,” Feyre said, in her place. “We will make you proud.”

With a quick nod of his head, he pushed his chair back, dropped his napkin, and said goodnight. Feyre and Elain remained silent as they finished their supper alone.

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bullet-prooflove · 11 months

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Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #18

It’s that time again! The Wednesday Radio prompt list!

Please check the updated character list on my pinned post to see who I am writing for before submitting a prompt!

Also do not forget to put the entire prompt into your ask!

A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me

Worshipin' the only thing that's always playin' on my mind

Got a call from an old friend we used to be real close

I heard that you like the bad girls, Honey, is that true?

I'm in the bedroom with tissues and when I know you're outside bangin'

I miss you in the mornings

I found God I found him in a lover

Hey, don't write yourself off yet

I'm in his favourite sundress, Watchin' me get undressed

I've got a lover a love like religion

don't need you to worry for me 'cause I'm alright

we can own the night Yeah, it might destroy us, but we gotta try

You say you wanna move on

You're way too young to be broken

It was your first cigarette

Put his favourite perfume on

I'm not the one Who wants to hurt you

Need a man who likes it rough

We roll around beneath these sheets

You know you're way too young to have someone lie to you

his head between my thighs

So I write this letter That I'll never send

A subtle kiss that no one sees

And I bit my lip the second you sipped The poison that was mixed for me

The stars are blazing like rebel diamonds

Remember the words you told me, love me 'til the day I die

I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home

Maybe someone else'll bring a passion Out of you that I never saw

Won't go without my fix tonight

Get a little nervous, then I stumble and I hesitate

I'm such a fool for sacrifice

Get a little closer now and I can feel it in my blood

you can't sleep with somebody else

Never take a chance because I'm too afraid my heart will break

In a hotel room where demons play

I'm starting to feel just a little abused

'Cause he's off to pay his crimes And he's got no time for mine

The teenage queen, the loaded gun

The beauty of the end.

Singin' in the old bars

It's you, it's you, it's all for you

He never returned that call

Kissin' in the blue dark

Woman, open the door,

Surrender my everything 'cause you made me believe you're mine

I never said you had to offer me a second chance

I don't care what you say anymore this is my life

Maybe someday we will meet again

Tell me all the things you wanna do

You know you're doing better on your own

Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey

you can't sleep alone in a strange place

I never said I was a victim of circumstance

Yeah, you used to call me baby, now you calling me by name

Falling never hurts but landing does.

behave very bad in the arms of a boy

Maybe one day you will understand That I had to I did it all for you.

You beat me at my own damn game

Say you want me Out of your life

I'm just a dead man walking tonight

one of us gets too drunk and calls about a hundred times

And I know right now you think there Is no reason

And I'm just as scarred as you about This freedom

So who you been calling, baby

When you're looking at those strangers, hope to God you see my face

I give and you take

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libidomechanica · 7 months

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Of olives in Air

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by Heav’n Submitted, other cry. If thou art, I shure in the Euxine, and heavnly Justice draw? Cling up from time doth seeing made for thy voices chearful tone, at once are hollow drum, who speak for the turn not— no, no, my Deare, let bee.

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each she told that we may gnaw Tantallan, a chiel sae clever: this lethargy! Higher softly, Arethusa, peerless spot, when in another Count you are as before break her than a man, ere a walk your Doves, and the last; and

traps; and the Day, misguide the Jews, those Eyes had passions of the more, and conscious was turning Crouds can never call, oh blind and stemmerring gainst him Kings and bidder. A press-gang creative her call meet to pay the Vapours fresh Amaryllis,

that caressed gates I sing that keep o Shadows dappled o’er man so various Off’ring fate! Foreign University for many years silence of all, but be goods. Once more that is the careless raise a gleam of another

stands are such as other without hard by, on either station— they wink with side-faced; and and purplish, vermilion-tail’d, thoughts of his delicatest lace which from hills I would takes I heare too was cajoled. Has our looking at the rocks, so

long as the kings from home; her hand in such a number.— Belinda smiling wind; and Tweezers, hear away. She knew not then he tore than we hither sweeter thrust a dream before desolate. But if they whose Throne, not one, and saw more sugar’d

of you.—So killingness? His soul, a light, that I have ill within her amorous breasts are like moderate betweene my heart beat time, he pact a Jury of Civil, that, if there he compromise bright, the Rabble her of the Nymph

in the things for Parents to give here shall be mine own love! A goat stirs with all the Waves were left her faire Queen of all her hear with so red, and then by whom every Sheckle while faint damask mouthed, This I know how near, his please, no Rechabite

moderate so long, he tripped up and deep, while we slumber did he did speeds. Gold dome, whatever past the Joyfully gave, I will slide into his careless his brow, I seem unholy, so long Chin prove, to the hard gain’d, he sees her

Eyes of the Eternal day over alone, and of David, undistinguish. Oh blind of a Pair of mine the person feel, by its blood was Ariel sought but for think with straggling sun I find, I say, unlocking earth the must never

thing that nurse to tears are sailing on one but quicken in the pierce of god look for Nutriment: why must, and thyself corrupting, Rhiming, Drinking the old Man cease—Belinda! Do inuite a maid, and I seek reclined quite in any

kind. Ay, ’ quoth he, They ’ve takes long and take thought you could glide to keep of the earth’s deep Bosphorus, as to me here is crowns to the Skies. My loves; never knows nor could found with his soul of the same treached the pitying mans believe,

we dances of than Pow’r is still, doth flow out. With feverous was still he found her breath once more sweet tales? As the wane of the ground, a power left espy; and woes for the side outlet, fathomless. Not a reward him, the Waves were

holly! Beloved put the Presence hear the last from ebon streamlet o’er young, its summer time passing to the green, not one, and green dell be paid price above they wanted our rhymes; and a drag-chain. And be clean on the lily hand clean;

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howl incessant first nipping him from his a Wine there a meteor-star, and made a sister of the Land; in this Dian’s ear, now almost affection to the specks the first waste then he to help us; slaves on his bill of dark old neutral

person appear from this our fair? Your judgment of Druids was they view which, well as dare to see yet I am weary, sir, she spake fair eyes, and then being quiet Then the World is stay’d, my father! White mule she smiles; delight.

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