#I don’t even know why I haven’t drawn them kiss yet

[reddbl]

Today is international kissing day!

#My friend told me this morning #and I’m like #(sigh)(opening procreate) #like I’m gonna let any opportunity of drawing my ship kiss slide #I don’t even know why I haven’t drawn them kiss yet #heishin #hattori heiji #kudo shinichi #dcmk #I’m trying a new style btw! #it’s not how I usually do colors but it’s suuuper quick #interesting #my art

[creepyashy]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮?"

𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐰: 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐝𝐮𝐛-𝐜𝐨𝐧 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭), 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐨𝐦!𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄/𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐁 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲..𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲.

You had always been adamant about your sexuality. You were straight, and that was that. You had never been interested in guys, and you didn't see that changing anytime soon.

But then you met Sunday.

Sunday was everything you never knew you wanted in a guy. He was confident, charming, and had a way with his words that left you weak in the knees. You couldn't help but be drawn to him, despite your best efforts.
You had gone on a few dates with him, but when he leaned in for a kiss, you pulled away and told him the truth. You didn't see him like that, and you didn't want to lead him on.
Sunday had accepted your rejection, but you could see the hurt in his eyes. You felt guilty, but you knew it was for the best.
But now, as you lay strapped to his bed, with his lips trailing down your chest, you couldn't help but regret your decision.


“You should really stop squirming, you know. I might just leave you here alone, and you don’t like being alone do you?” Sunday asked, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. He knew your weak spots, how you couldn’t stand the thought of abandonment. Though, it didn’t deter you at the moment. You struggled against the restraints, but they were too tight. You were completely at his mercy, and it both scared and made you feel a weird timgle in your lower abdomen. “What do you want from me? You went through all this trouble of forcing me here and for what?” you asked, your voice trembling.


Sunday chuckled, his hand sliding down your body, making you squirm. “I want you to admit the truth,” he said, his lips ghosting over your ear. 'You want me, you know you do. Why push those feelings down? I know you haven’t been treated right in the past.” You shook your head, denying his words. But deep down, you knew he was right. The way he touched you, the way he talked to you so sweetly, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.
Sunday pulled away from your ear and looked into your eyes. “You know it's true,” he said, his voice soft yet commanding. “You can deny it all you want, but nobody will ever love you like I can. You don’t want to be alone again, do you?” His hand moved lower, cupping your buldge. You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips. At this, your moutth went dry, but as he begaj to move his hand back and forth slowly—you attempted to stifle a moan. “See? I’m already convincing you, sweetheart. I know youre such a sweet boy, so you’ll let me do this right? If you don’t, I’d be really sad..” Sunday said, a smirk playing on his lips and contrasting the false sadness in his voice. He undid your pants and pulled them down, along with your briefs, baring you to his hungry gaze.
“Fuck..it looks even better up close.” he whispered, his hand wrapping around your length.
Before you could ask what the fuck he was talking about and knee him in the face, he began to stroke your hardening cock. You gasped as he stroked you, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long. To touch you like this and make you mine forever.” Sunday said, his hand pumping faster as his pupils seemed to take shape of hearts. You struggled against the restraints again, but you were quickly lost in the sensations. You couldn't control the moans that escaped your lips, or the way your body arched towards him, seeking more.
Sunday leaned down and licked a stripe along your aching dick, making you cry out in pleasure. He continued to suck and lick, his hand never stopping its movements while his touch pressed against the head of you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming, but just before you could, Sunday pulled away.
Now that you were recieving it, it left you wanting more. “Why did you stop?” you panted, your body filled with need.
Sunday smirked, his hand moving lower and teasing at your entrance. “Because you haven't admitted the truth yet, love.” he said, his voice dripping with lust.
You took a deep breath, your mind foggy with desire. “Fine,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want you, Sunday. Please, I need you.” Sunday's face lit up with a wicked grin, and before you knew it, he had two fingers in front of your mouth.
“Suck.” he commanded.
Your eyes widened, but you did as he said, taking his fingers into your mouth and sucking on them eagerly.
“That's it,” he moaned, his fingers moving in and out of your mouth. “Such a good boy.” You couldn't believe the words coming out of your mouth, but you couldn't deny the pleasure they brought you.
Once Sunday was satisfied, he removed his fingers and placed them at your entrance, pushing them inside without warning.
You cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through your body. Sunday moved his fingers in and out of you, stretching and preparing you.
“Aw, did that hurt?” Sunday asked, his voice soft and gentle now, but it felt sort of condescending. You could only nod, the pleasure becoming too much to form words.
Sunday removed his fingers, and you whimpered at the loss. But then he was positioning himself at your entrance.

“Be a good boy for me, I know you can take this. You wouldn’t let me down, right?”

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #hsr sunday #hsr sunday x reader #sunday x male reader #hsr x male reader #sunday hsr #sunday honkai star rail #hsr x you #sunday x you #male reader #male reader smut #bottom male reader #sub male reader #uke male reader #top character #dom character

[themidnightcrimson]

My Girl. | e. olsen

summary: in which you are having a tough time, and lizzie does everything in her might to make her girl feel better.

warnings: literally just 3.7K words of lizzie being so cute and caring, pure fluff, i wish this was me, let me be delulu for a second

masterlist.

The hazy cocoon of darkness in your room was disturbed by the harsh sound of the curtains being drawn apart on their metal rod and the instant flood of bright sunshine that cast directly across your face. Your body awoke suddenly, realizing a heaviness in your eyelids and a weight within you that had you sinking into the bed for however long you had been asleep.

It was a struggle to get your eyes open between how puffy they were and the bright yellow sun beaming into them like a golden laser. Through your squinted eyelids, you saw a blurry yet familiar figure walk towards you, disrupting the light from the window directly across the bed.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” Lizzie’s raspy voice emanated—you could barely piece it together from just how sleepy you were.

Groaning, you rubbed your eyes and shifted under the blankets, not daring to move too much. As Lizzie sat on the edge of the bed near you, you glanced at the clock sitting on the nightstand beside your head.

“Lizzie, it’s not even 7 yet,” you croaked, taking the duvet and pulling it up to your nose as you laid on your side, closing your burning eyes.

“Baby, I don’t think you’ve seen 7 A.M. in weeks,” she remarked, and it was then that you could smell the scent of green tea.

Opening your eyes in curiosity, you saw that Lizzie was holding a little teacup from which steam twirled up into the air. Blinking hard, you looked up at Lizzie who was already staring down at you with a look of patience. You haven’t had the best of times as of late. For whatever reason, from whatever origin, a seed of sadness had sowed within you and grown to blossom in the form of a deep attachment to your bed and a general apathy towards everything you used to love.

Before this unreasoned wave of despondency had crashed over you, you loved getting up at the crack of dawn with Lizzie and spending your mornings walking outside to soak up the sun, going on coffee runs, going to the grocery store before anyone else had the heart to be in a Trader Joe’s at that time of morning. You would spend your days productively, whether writing or reading or working on whatever projects you had under your belt.

Now it seemed you were capable of nothing more than laying in bed and mindlessly watching TV. In fact, you hadn’t been outside of your shared home in several days, maybe even over a week.

Not only was Lizzie feeling lonely without her usual companion, but she was worried about you. This low was putting a pallor in your face and blue around your eyes. As much as she had wanted to poke and prod you to know what was going on, with her desperate need to be aware and in control of everything that involved the person she most deeply loved, she had reasoned enough with herself to give you some space. She had seen you in these lows before, but it had never lasted as long as this one.

“I made you some green tea with citrus,” Lizzie whispered softly, her thumb rubbing over the warm handle of the teacup. “Why don’t you sit up and drink some?”

Your languid gaze up at her was enough to tell her it would take more to get you out of your stubborn horizontal state. Although you had been close to hissing at the presence of the sunlight filling the room, you noticed how nicely it lit Lizzie’s face. Her sun-kissed skin was dewy and glowing, signaling she had just done her extensive skincare routine. Her eyes were a bit darker since she was facing away from the sun, but you could spot the sage green sparkling around her pupils. Her lips, soft and pink, were pressed together, the only sign of impatience on her face. Her dirty blonde hair was thrown up into a messy updo with her bangs curtaining over her eyebrows which were damp from whatever products she had put on her face.

Lizzie had always tried to be a gentle supporter, but she was naturally adamant and slightly aggressive. While she resorted to coddling you in the beginning of your lowness, she was now left with her own way to get you out of bed.

Placing the teacup on the nightstand, Lizzie jumped off the bed and grabbed the blankets cocooning you, ripping them straight off your body and onto the floor.

“No!” you whined, instantly hit with the cooler air and the discomfort of not being swaddled up. You sat up to try and reach the blankets on the floor, but two hands on your shoulders stopped you and held you still.

“There!” Lizzie exclaimed, holding you tightly by your shoulders. As worried as she had been, your wild hair and puffy eyelids gave you a sort of innocent, cute look that made her smile. “You’re sitting up! That’s all I wanted.”

Blinking, you realized that you were, in fact, sitting up in the bed. Clenching your jaw, you gave Lizzie a glaring look for tricking you into sitting up and making you look like a dumbass.

Lizzie’s restrained laughter was apologetic. Keeping one hand on your shoulder as if you would plop back down like a fish, she took the teacup from the nightstand and brought it to your lap, taking your hands and forcing you to hold the cup.

“Nice and warm,” she sighed, sitting in front of you and lovingly patting your ankle which was crossed over your other one, holding it in her hand. “Drink before it gets cold, baby.”

Although the thought of any flavors being in your mouth made you want to puke, as you had lost all appetite over the course of a few days, the teacup was nice and warm in your hands, and it smelled bright and grassy. Glaring a few more daggers into Lizzie’s smirking face, her eyes twinkling as she recovered her small victory in getting you to sit up like a dog, you brought the cup to your lips, taking a very small sip as the earthy tea glided down your tongue and warmed your throat.

“Is it good, baby?” Lizzie gently asked, her eyes noticing a particular strand of your hair that was standing stiff up from your head, her hand following her eyes to gently pat it down.

You nodded, taking another sip as Lizzie fixed your hair. “Thank you,” you whispered almost inaudibly, looking shyly up at Lizzie as something warm swelled within you. She could have just given up on getting you out of bed. She could have just went about her morning instead of taking the time to make you tea. You watched her eyes that were fixated on your hair, enjoying the candid view of her. Gratitude inflated inside you so suddenly that you felt you were about to burst. Emotions you thought you would never feel again were reappearing within you all at once, making you feel so full that you dropped your tea as you lurched towards Lizzie, throwing your arms around her shoulders and squeezing her.

“Oh!” Lizzie gasped at the sudden attack, keeping herself from falling backwards from the force with which you grabbed her. The sound of your teacup hitting the floor made you jump, detaching yourself from Lizzie to see that your teacup had thankfully not shattered, but green tea was now spilling out all over the floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you whispered, the next emotion filling you being guilt. Lizzie had made the tea for you and now almost the entire cup was wasted, not to mention there was a mess to clean up. “I’m sorry, I thought I had set it down on the bed. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Baby, baby,” Lizzie stopped your apologetic ramblings, placing both her palms on either side of your face and forcing you to tear your eyes away from the spilled tea and look at her. Moisture welled in your eyes as your nose tinged red, and Lizzie was quick to keep her baby from crying. “It’s okay, it’s just tea. There’s plenty more—I made an entire pot!” Her thumb stroked your cheekbone, her eyes meticulously analyzing your face. “It’s just a little spill to clean up.”

Guilt was quick to introduce embarrassment inside you. First, you felt guilty for spilling the tea, and now you felt embarrassed for getting so upset over it. But Lizzie knew you were just feeling extra sensitive, and she made sure to let you know that with her gentle smile and even gentler eyes.

“Come here,” Lizzie whispered, bringing your face to hers and pressing her lips against you, dropping her hands and snaking them around your waist. You melted into the kiss, leaning closer to her until she pulled away.

There was a look on her face that you couldn’t discern, but her lips were twisting into laughter. “Hey, while I go get some napkins and clean it up, why don’t you go brush your teeth and take a nice, hot shower?”

You looked at her for a moment until you realized she suggested you clean up directly after kissing you. Gasping, you pulled away and exclaimed, “Are you saying I stink?!”

Chuckles slipped through Lizzie’s lips as she started to get off the bed. “No, no, of course not, my love. You just… You know… Have been in bed for days.”

Sewing your eyebrows, you pouted up at her, but she only grinned, taking your chin between her thumb and forefinger.

“Go clean up, baby—with no underlying insults intended.” She opted not to kiss you as she patted your cheek and pulled away.

As Lizzie left to go get napkins, you carefully got off the bed, avoiding the pool of green tea on the floor. Your legs felt shaky and weak as you scuffed towards the bathroom, your fatigue seeming to get worse with every step. Halfway there, you considered just turning back and getting back into bed, but you remembered how happy Lizzie looked when she got you to simply sit up and take a drink. She was worried about you and just wanted you to feel better, and it would be torturing her if you discarded all her efforts and went back to bed and refused to do the things she suggested only for your own health and happiness.

So, you brushed your teeth to your own disdain and reluctantly crept into the shower like a cat afraid of water. The warm water eventually soothed you, allowing you to relax a bit and actually take time to wash yourself instead of rushing to just go get back in bed. You even washed your hair, which was much needed at that point because it was starting to stay in place whenever you lifted a strand upwards.

When you turned the shower off and stepped out, you were surprised to see Lizzie sitting on the counter. “Ah!” you shrieked in shock, standing there completely naked in front of her. That wasn’t even the weird part—what was weird was that she had apparently been sitting in the bathroom the entire time as you showered. “What are you doing?!”

“Making sure my hostage doesn’t try to escape,” she said, jumping off the counter and grabbing a towel, handing it to you since you were standing there dripping all over the floor. “I gotta make sure you do your skincare!”

The sound of doing anything else besides sinking into your bed sounded horrible, for just the minimum amount you had done so far had already drained you. You took the towel from her and started to dry off. “Lizzie, I really don’t want—”

“See, I figured you would say that,” she chirped, grabbing your robe from where it hung next to hers on the door. “But don’t worry, darling, this Lizzie Olsen spa is all-inclusive!” She took your towel away from you and held out the robe for you to slip into it.

Glaring at her questioningly, you turned around and let your arms slip into the robe. “What the hell did you put in that tea?”

Lizzie wrapped the robe around you, pressing against your back so she could even tie your robe at the front for you. “Only cheeriness and joy, of course.”

“So… crack?” You tightened your robe once she had loosely tied it and turned around to face her, only for Lizzie to suddenly wrap her arms around your waist and lift you up.

You shrieked, grabbing onto her as she waddled you towards the counter, lifting you up more so she could clumsily set you on top of it. While Lizzie was tall and fit, she was by no means a bodybuilder, panting once she had you on the counter and taking a moment to catch her breath.

“I think we will start off with a nice hydrating mask,” Lizzie said with her hands on her hips, going to the array of skincare products you both had sitting on the counter, taking one of your masks from your side of untouched products to inspect it.

“Lizzie, I really don’t—” You tried to slide off the counter, but she slapped her hands on your thighs and pushed you back up.

“Stay,” she simply said, leaning up to give you a peck on the lips before going back to picking out a mask, trusting you to stay seated.

You did, sighing and letting yourself slump as you waited for her to take the sheet mask she had chosen out of its package.

“Today, I’ve chosen for my client a revitalizing Vitamin C sheet mask to help give your skin a nice, glowing boost,” she announced formally, as if she was talking to an invisible camera. You couldn’t help your lips from smiling a bit as she came closer to you, standing between your legs and carefully placing the sheet mask on your face, patting it down to make sure it clung to your skin.

“This feels like medieval torture,” you said as you looked at her through the eye holes in the white mask.

Lizzie ignored you, instead taking her phone out and pulling up Spotify. A few moments later, some music from a spa playlist was echoing in the bathroom. “Gotta make sure you feel the full effect,” she commented as she set her phone down.

While you waited for the suggested fifteen minutes before taking the sheet mask off, Lizzie decided to go back to her theater roots and start dancing to the spa music, pretending she was in a Greek tragedy. You couldn’t tell what the plot was, but when she pretended to be killed and started prancing around with her hands swatting at her sides as if she were an angel with wings, you laughed so hard you almost inhaled the product from the sheet mask.

Lizzie continued the rest of your daily skincare routine, and you found it sweet how she had paid so much attention to you that she knew your routine step-by-step without you even telling her. Of course, she would pick back up on the Greek tragedy every time a product needed a few minutes to sit, depicting the afterlife in the best way she could with the generic music playing in the background. She ended the spa routine by drying your hair, making funny faces at you in the mirror that made you giggle until your stomach hurt.

Finally, you were done, and Lizzie ran to the bedroom to pick out some comfy clothes for you, coming back and handing them to you with a proper bow as if she were just a mere servant. You made sure to tell her how silly she was, and she made sure to tell you how much she adored her Queen as she bowed and walked out of the bathroom backwards to give you space to change clothes, bumping her spread arms on the doorway on her way out.

Once you were changed, you walked through the house, almost deciding on just getting back into bed until you heard noises in the kitchen. Walking to the kitchen in curiosity, you saw that Lizzie was standing at the island counter, cutting up an avocado. In the time it took you to change, she had already made you an iced coffee that was sitting on the other side of the counter.

“Is this for me?” you asked as you sat at the stool and pointed to the coffee.

“No, it’s for the neighbors,” Lizzie said sarcastically as she went to the fridge and got out some eggs. She was making you one of your favorite healthier breakfasts. “Unless the mailman gets here first.”

Rolling your eyes, you took the mason jar of iced coffee and sipped through the straw, watching Lizzie get to work on scrambling the eggs. You were feeling a little better. You were all cleaned up and refreshed now, and the cold coffee brightened you even further. Between the sun shining in through the kitchen windows and Lizzie narrating her cooking process as if she were an umpire at a Dodgers game, you were laughing more than you had in weeks.

During a moment between laughter, when Lizzie was fully concentrated on mashing the avocado, you remembered that she was supposed to be somewhere today.

“Hey, weren’t you supposed to go to a meeting today?” you questioned, mindlessly rolling your straw around the mason jar. You had your days mixed up here lately, but you could’ve sworn Lizzie told you just yesterday about her plans.

“Oh,” Lizzie said, stiffening slightly. “No, no, they canceled it.” She continued spreading avocado on a piece of toast, avoiding your eyes.

“Well, that was very last minute. Why did they cancel it?”

Lizzie only shrugged, still avoiding looking at you as she placed slices of tomato on the toast.

She was lying, you knew it. Lizzie was a great actor, but a horrible liar in real life. That was why you always knew Marvel secrets before anyone else. “Lizzie…” you said knowingly, leaning closer to her across the island.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes up to you. “Well, they didn’t cancel it… But it was cancelled!”

“You cancelled it?”

Lizzie paused, her lips stretching into an awkward grin as she started plating your toast and eggs. She knew that if you found out that she cancelled an important meeting just to stay home with you, you would get so angry.

“Lizzie!” you exclaimed, your mouth opening in surprise. “Don’t tell me you cancelled an important meeting just to stay home with me.”

Lizzie nervously laughed as she started grating cheese over the food. “If you don’t want me to tell you that, then I won’t tell you—”

“Why did you do that?” you cut her off, your voice becoming serious. “I’m not worth missing out on a meeting, especially one so important.”

Lizzie’s smile faded as she set the cheese grater down, wiping her hands on the towel before quickly circling the counter to come close to you, her eyes becoming stern.

“Don’t ever say that,” she whispered as she leaned down close to you, resting her hand on the counter. Her eyes analyzed your face as you looked away from her, but her hand gently took your chin and brought you to look at her again. “You are worth more than any meeting, than any project, than any other person.”

You paused, your brain not allowing her words to seep in and only bringing up more reasons to be upset. “You’re pitying me. You stayed home because I’m all depressed, and I’m just weighing you down, and—”

“Stop,” she whispered, interrupting your rant with a kiss to your lips that surprisingly eased you immediately. She pulled away a few moments later, her green eyes staring hard into yours. “Y/n, is it really so out of ordinary for me to want to help the person that I love? I do not pity you. You are not weighing me down. You have been going through something that is hurting you, and if you’re not okay enough to pick yourself back up, then what kind of person would I be to not hold a hand out to you? I love you—so much. While it hurts me to see you so upset, it doesn’t weigh me down and it does not make me love you any less or think of you any differently. Every time I’ve had one of my anxious spells, you’ve always been there for me. But any time you’re going through something, you don’t let me help you. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Did you just use a Wanda line on me?”

“Please stop rejecting all my love, baby. You deserve it and you need it, and it brings me joy to give it to you. So please, forget about the meeting, stop refusing my attempts to make my girl feel better, and eat your goddamn avocado toast.”

With that, she kissed the top of your head, giving your back a firm rub before going back around the counter to hand you your plate of breakfast.

She was right. She was trying so hard to help you because she cared for you and loved you. She missed out on a meeting because she cares so much for you. Why were you shooting down all that she gave for you?

“Hey, why don’t we go eat outside on the patio?” you suddenly suggested right as she sat down across from you.

Lizzie looked up at you in surprise for a moment, searching your face for sarcasm or anger. Instead, you were only smiling at her, and she matched your grin.

You took your food and coffee out on the patio and sat down on the lounge chairs in the sun, letting your skin soak up the sunlight as you sat together and ate. Lizzie talked about her garden and what she needed to do for it today, and you told her you would help her. You felt immensely better than you would if you didn’t have a Lizzie in your life.

#elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #wanda maximoff #fluff #lgbt #lesbian #elizabeth x y/n #elizabeth olsen fluff #elizabeth olsen x f!reader #marvel #wanda maximoff x reader

[starryhiraeth]

Azriel x Reader

Warnings?; Uhm? Angst (fluff ending), (a bit of) Elain Slander (sorry babes <3)

✨spelling errors✨

Italics=Flashback

Disclaimer; for some reason this was really hard to write so I hope it’s okay 😂

Lol I think that’s it ANYWAY-

A part of you expected it, Azriel liked fixing people, making them better, being the hero.

He saved Mor,

He saved You,

And now that Elain had joined the night court he had made her his new project.

You were angry obviously, you hadn’t seen him in a month. A month!

You mate! And all this time he had been a watching over Elain. Perfect flower sniffing Elain. Gods you hated her.

You hated the way everyone treated her like glass and how Azriel gained a thrill from making her better, maybe he just thought you were dumb? You were a lot younger than him in fae years.

It wouldn’t be the first time you were considered dim because of your age, you were young and they assumed you knew nothing.

It wasn’t true, in reality you where probably the most mature person in whatever room you were in.

You knew almost everything even though your young,

You knew the reason why Azriel liked being the hero and saving them was because he felt like a monster and this helped him feel good.

You knew that Elain would never get better if everyone kept on treating her like she were made of china

You knew that Azriel will learn that a friend to all is a friend to none

You knew that Azriel chasing two girl, for whatever reason, he would loose the one

You knew that the thrill would expire and Azriel will release what he had lost and that you’d been cursing him until the day came

And most importantly you knew you were done.

So there you sat in your new apartment on the edge of Velaris, in front of the fireplace cuddled up in your second favourite cardigan, you’d accidentally left your favourite in Az’s room, and you thought back.

“Az!” Your laugh echoed through the streets of Velaris, when coming back from a meeting with some lords from autumn court, all you could do was look at Azriel and imagine all the things you could’ve been doing instead of listing to some dusty old boy of autumn, “sensual politics” you had joked, after that you two left and got completely wasted, which led to Azriel drunk under a street light and you laughing at him in your formal dress and black lipstick.

And the way he look at you, gods the way he looked at you made you feel more seen then you’d ever been, you often felt as if you were just a piece of clothes stuck at the back if the wardrobe or under someone’s bed, but when Azriel looked at you, you felt as if he had brought you out to the light and declared that you are his favourite

Azriel was otherworldly, any scars you felt were ugly, it felt as if Azriel was drawn stars around them, turning them into something Beautiful

But now?

Now, it felt like those wounds were open again and were now bleeding,

Azriel had left his mark on you, like a blood stain, like a tattoo kiss.

Yet despite the burning feeling in your gut, you wet calm, he’d be back, even if they’d gotten romantic, even if he slept with her

You knew Azriel like no one else.

Almost a week later, it was the dead of night at the front door, you’d opened it to find Azriel standing in the front porch light in the pouring rain.

“I fucked up”

You face was blank, showing no emotion,

You stepped aside, silently telling him to come in, after sitting down the sofa, tears shone in Azriel’s eyes, he went to talk but you cut him off

“How far did it go?”

“Barley anywhere.” He rushed out “she went to kiss me and I’ve never flinched away from anyway one quickly”

“If that’s so then why haven’t I seen you for a month”

He choked on his tears “I-I don’t know, I wanted to help, I just got so wrapped up in being a…a good-”

“A hero.” You cut him off again, voice as cold as ice

He tears came out faster as he kneeled in front of you, hands on your legs and head in your lap

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cried over and over “…I almost lost you didn’t I?”

“You says you haven’t?”

The world went still for Azriel

“I’ll do anything, anything! This was never about her, it was about me, me being a monster, me being not good enough for you, I-I brought this for you” he pulled out your favourite cardigan, it was a cream colour, with red lines around the edges and 3 silver stars sewn onto the front

Your face softened, you’d always known this side of Azriel existed but you doubted you’d ever see it, in truth you thought it was locked away deep down inside him, or it has died, yet here it was, vulnerable in front of you clinging onto your cardigan for dear life,

You slowly wrapped it around you and cuddled up to it,

“I’ve neglected you these past weeks, this month, all because of my insecurities and I’ll never forgive myself for it, I don’t expect you to ether but I can say that it’ll never happen again,” still on his knees, he looked deep into your eyes “I promise,” a mark started to appear on his unscarred hand, it swirled around his ring finger and made to like all the way down to his wrist before swirling around that as well, He didn’t even flinch.

“Your all I need, love, forever”

Your exhaled,

Holding his face and leaning his head against yours, he relaxed into your touch,

“I knew you’d come back” you muttered and graceful smile appeared on your face as Azriel stared back almost completely and utterly in love with you,

He picked you up bridal style and placed you in his lap, both of you sat in front of the fire place, and you felt a sense of peace wash over you,

You knew, of course you did,

And finally here his was, back with you in his arms, wearing your favourite Cardigan

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel x you #azriel x reader #taylor swift x acotar & throne of glass #taylor swift x acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fluff #azriel fic #azriel angst #cardigan #Taylor Swift #folklore #Spotify

[drewsbuzzcut]

Nick seeing Dallas talking to another guy and gets jealous.

Yours To Lose

nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg

a so it goes blurb

warnings: jealousy if that’s even a warning

Nick spots Dallas the second she walks through the door of the frat house. His eyes are just automatically drawn to the girl. He hasn’t seen her this whole week, both of them busy with school, or in his case, school and hockey. Texting can only get you so far, so Nick feels mildly disappointed when he sees her for the first time in a while at a party. He much rather be on a date with her right now.

After getting roped into another quick conversation with the guys, he finally gets a chance to look for Dallas, finding her laughing at something some guy was saying. At first Nick tries not to think too much about it, but when he sees her cheeks running red from all the laughing, he can’t help but feel worried. They’re not even boyfriend or girlfriend, yet he feels that green monster resting on his shoulder, whispering in his ear.

He parts ways with his teammates, making his way towards the girl only to hear her talking so animatedly about her dreams of becoming a clothing designer while the guy she’s talking to looks the least bit interested.

“Hey, June,” he comes up behind her, a hand landing on her waist and an arm wrapping around the top of her chest in a hug to bring her closer to his body. He can feel her body melt into his when she realizes it’s him who’s behind her.

“Nicky!” Dallas beams, turning in his hold to wrap her arms around his waist.

Nick doesn’t wrap his arms around her, causing a frown to form on her face. She notices his eyes glued to the random boy behind her.

“I didn’t know you knew Moldenhauer, June,” the guy says.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Don’t call her that.”

Dallas and Nick say at the same time. The girl looks at Nick, wondering what the hell is going on with him. She pats his chest, turning around to talk to the other guy.

“Yeah, moldy and I are dating,” she informs the guy, watching his smug smirk falter.

“You’re dating him?” The guy asks, voice laced with something similar to distaste.

She frowns, daring the guy to say something else so she can lay into him, maybe with a fist. Preferably with a fist.

“What’s it to you?” Nick asks, voice laced with annoyance.

“Nothing, I just think it’s interesting,” the other boy clearly enjoys making Nick annoyed.

“It was nice talking to you, but we’re gonna go. He owes me kisses,” Dallas states with a fake smile.

Nick walks away before she can even finish her sentence which is even more off putting for Dallas.

The girl trails behind him, feeling lucky that he chose to halt his trail in a quiet space.

“Nick, what was that back there?”

Silence.

“Nick,” she says, pulling on his arm to turn him towards her.

“What?” He isn’t even looking at her.

“What’s going on with you? Why are you so moody?”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. C’mon, please don’t shut me out,” she gets closer to him, her hands holding onto his.

“I said I’m fine,” he mutters, still not looking at her.

And people think she’s the stubborn one.

“Nicky, you’re not fine,” she says, looping her arms around his shoulders and burying her face in his neck.

“That guy was all over you,” he finally opens up.

“He wasn’t all over me. We were just talking,” Dallas explains.

“He wanted to get with you, so it’s all the same. I haven’t seen you all week, so when I do see you, you’re talking to some guy who’s trying to get in your pants. I thought you were swamped with homework anyways,” he blurts out, growing frustrated.

“Calm down. I’m sorry that we haven’t been able to see each other all week. I actually came to this party to see you because I ended up finishing my homework quicker than I thought. I was on my way to find you when that guy started talking to me and I kinda got sidetracked. Even if he was trying to get in my pants, I’m only here to see you.”

“Oh.”

“Yes ‘oh.’ Can you please hug me, or kiss me now. I feel neglected,” she whines, eye sparkling even if her teasing smile falters when she notices that he’s still bothered.

“I’m sorry I was jealous, sweet girl. I just- I’m so connected to you. You’re not even my girlfriend yet and I don’t ever want to be without you by my side. I’m just rambling and I probably sound creepy,” Nick rants, fingers carding through his hair.

“Stop. Stop, you don’t sound creepy. I can't be without you either, which is why this week was so hard, but I’m here now and you still haven’t kissed me.”

She might die if she has to wait any longer.

He pulls her into him, hands resting on her back and hers on his cheeks. Their lips connect in a soft kiss. It’s perfect as if they’re meant to be locked. She pulls on his hair, pulling a soft moan from his throat and it has his mouth opening just in time for her tongue to tangle with his. His hand moves to rest around her throat, softly tilting her head back to attack her neck.

“Nicky,” she whimpers.

“You’re beautiful, June bug,” he says into her skin, making her breakout in a wide smile.

Dallas thinks she could just about melt into the floor, or start doing flips at the sound of his sweet words.

“Spend the rest of the night with me, maybe make me your girlfriend,” Dallas teases, pulling him by his hand as they make their way out of the frat house.

“I think I can make that happen,” he responds, pulling on her so that her back is to his chest as they walk together.

a/n: If you requested this, I hope you enjoy it- as well as the rest of you!!

#nick moldenhauer #nick moldenhauer x reader #nick moldenhauer x oc #nick x dallas #umich hockey #umich imagine #so it goes au

[geekforhorror]

Hello there! It’s me again :p How have you been? Are you eating? Drinking water? Taking breaks? Taking care of yourself? YOU BETTER! Cause I care about you <3

I was wondering. I hope you’re ok with this. But I was wondering if Anakin and Y/N were doing the nasty tango if you know what I mean ☺️ and Either one of them says the safe word. Like lightsaber or something. I don’t know maybe it could be there first time doing it with each other and one of them panics and the other provides aftercare! (Which is very important) :3

I HOPE YOU’RE DOING WELL!! Sorry for any misspelling in there! （＾∇＾）

thank u for another request love it makes me so happy <333

tender loving care

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): SMUT (DNI IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), make out session, fingering (fem!receiving), slight p in v sex, mention of a safe word, fluff, pet names, aftercare, and ani being the best bf ever!

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You and Anakin had been dating for more than a few months now and until this very moment, you had been very timid with expressing exactly what you wanted when it came to physical intimacy. Sure the two of you had given each other head and sloppy hand jobs out on multiple occasions, but not actual sex with each other. Tonight was different. The mood in the room had created an opportunity for you to passionately kiss Anakin on the lips which is how you ended up on his soft mattress right now. Anakin places his body on top of yours while peppering hasty kisses on your neck.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this baby?” Anakin asks you in between kisses.

“Yes Ani… I’ve waited so long for this. For you.” you pant.

Anakin swore he was going to cum on the spot when he heard you say those words. He felt his blood rush straight to his now erect cock and he didn’t even care. All he wanted right now was you in more ways than one. Snapping out of his wet thoughts, he was focused on how eager you were for him to pleasure you like he never had before.

“Good girl,” he says. He then gets off of you and takes his soft bed robe off of himself, revealing his toned physique, which you couldn’t help but look at. Your eyes are also drawn to the massive hard on in his black boxers, causing you to get extremely turned on.

Anakin finally gets back on the bed in the original position he was in minutes prior, now towering over you and you felt the warm anticipation growing between your thighs. He starts to slide his gloved hand up the hem of your dress before he reaches the wet area that had clouded your lace panties. “My girl is so wet for me, huh?” he asks, sounding intrigued since he had done barely anything to you yet. You feel too embarrassed to give him a verbal response, so you just nod your head in silence. He starts rubbing away at your clothed heat that was already a bit sensitive, causing you to let out a whiny sigh. Anakin notices the sound that had escaped your pretty lips and immediately chuckles at it. His fingers seem to have found your clit and he immediately presses down on it before flicking it up with his skillful fingers. You bite your lip at his actions and squirm underneath his touch.

“Need you so bad, Ani… Need you inside me,” you whine.

“Patience, my love. I’m just going to stretch you out a bit so that it won’t hurt as much,” he starts. Shit. You were screwed. You just knew he was going to be big when he said that. “That ok with you my love?”

“Yes Ani,” you say truthfully.

With that, he slides his fingers underneath your waistband before pulling them off of you, letting them hit the cold floor. He pulls the hem of your skirt up to your abdomen, revealing your bare cunt to him.

“Such a pretty pussy and it’s all mine,” he coos. Maker, why did he have to be so hot with his words? You weren’t complaining though.

He drags his index finger and middle finger over the soft flesh of your glistening cunt before you feel them enter you without any warning from him. “Mhmmm… My girls so tight around me and I haven’t even fucked her yet,” he groans. “Let’s fix that, shall we?”

He manages to find your sweet spot by curling his gloved fingers deeper inside you, bringing you pleasure while doing so. He knew your body so well after countless sessions of finger fucking you until you were a moaning mess for him and only him. He rubs that so called “sweet spot” and your only response was a loud and needy moan. He fucking loved it.

He adds a third finger which creates a slight stinging sensation, but how could you care when he was three fingers deep inside your aching cunt, making you feel so good? He picks up the pace of his motions and you swear tears were threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Fuck… Anakin…” you let out, whimpering more than ever.

“Yes sweetheart?” he asks.

“ ‘M so close…” you say to him.

He chuckles at your answer while continuing to circle his fingers inside you. He was in heaven.

“Cum around my fingers then… Always feels so good when you do,” Anakin says encouragingly.

He thrusts his fingers a few more times before your spongey walls spasm around his skillful fingers, causing you to splash your release all over his gloves in shame. He slowly brings his hand up to his face before inserting his drenched fingers into his mouth, now tasting every last drop of your sweet release.

“Mmm.. Tastes so fucking good, darling… Always do,” he praises while you were seeing stars.

After making sure a single drop didn’t go to waste, he moves his hands toward your hips before grabbing at the fabric of your dress. He slowly slides the dress over your head as you lift your arms to allow the dress to successfully get off of your body. When the dress finally hit the floor which allowed Anakin take in your figure, he was wasn’t expecting you to not be wearing a bra underneath. Your nipples were met with cold air, making them harder along with Anakin’s cock.

“Maker, you’re going to be the death of me,” he says sensually.

He drags his mouth over one of your sensitive nipples and starts sucking away at it like it was second nature for him. His warm mouth was a big contrast to the cold air that your nipple was exposed to and you can’t help but revel in the warm sensation. “Just like that, Ani…” you say in a lustful voice, making him suck harder. He pulls his mouth away from your nipple before going to suck on the other one just as hard. You once again wince at the gratifying sensation, which just boosts his ego even more.

“Ani?” you ask in between a gasp.

“Yes darling?”

“I- I want you to fuck me” you say without shame.

“Are you sure baby?” he asks.

“I’ve wanted you for so long to the point where I need you now,” you admit, making him smile lovingly at you.

“If you want me to stop at all, just say your safe word and I will stop right away,” he coos. You nod at his affirmations which makes him smile. “Do you remember your safe word, my love?” he asks gently.

“It’s lightsaber,” you say confidently.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises. He wastes no time taking off his boxers before throwing them to the ground with the other garments that had littered the once tidy floor. Just as you expected, he was huge.

“I’m going to slide the tip in first and just tell me how it feels, okay sweetheart?” he says to you, trying to make you feel as comfortable as possible. You had slept with other people, but it was meaningless looking back at it because you didn’t love them as much as you loved your sweet boy. Your relationship with him was more than special and you wanted to have sex with him when you felt ready to get back in the game. He made you feel special and that’s what you were to him in his eyes.

“I- I want your entire cock, Ani. Not just the tip,” you say breathily. Anakin was taken aback by your words and didn’t know what to say at first. He hated to admit that his ego had grown with your words, but it was true.

“Whatever you want darling is yours,” he replies with a toothy smile. He then lines his cock accordingly with your warm entrance before you give him a nod, indicating that you were ready. He pushes into your needy cunt and he swears he’s going to pass away at the feeling of it. You gasp at the sensation of his cock hugging your cervix, but it later subsides into a gasp of pleasure. Anakin bottoms out and slowly starts to move inside you. You wanted more.

“Faster Ani, please,” you beg of him.

“Are you sure?” he asks you.

“I can take it,” you reply with a faint smile plastered on your face.

He complies with your request and instantly thrusts harder into you, causing you to grab at his gorgeous locks to provide some balance and out of pleasure, of course. He loves the feeling of it and it only harshens his pace. You can feel everything inch of him as he’s pounding in you mercilessly.

“Fuck, Ani…” you moan as the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room.

“Maker, you’re taking me so well… just like I knew you would,” he says in between thrusts. One thrust in particular has you clawing at his back and you knew he loved it. He then hits a spot you didn’t know existed which makes you a complete moaning mess.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he grunts into your ear.

All of a sudden, the sensation became too much for you to handle and became painful as he continued to slam into your loose hole. You felt like your heart was racing at what seemed to be 10,000 beats per second. You had never felt this way during sex before. It felt like you couldn’t breathe. You realize that Anakin’s still inside you and you knew you had to call it out.

“Lightsaber!” you yell out, making Anakin stop and pull out instantly.

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong, baby?” he says concerned.

“It was t- too much, Ani. I thought I could do it, but I couldn’t,” you say in between breaths.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he says before wrapping his arms around you in a hug. You let yourself fall into his arms as he caresses your hair in comfort.

“I’m sorry Anakin,” you say with disappointment evident in your shaky voice.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my love,” he assures you, his voice sounding more soothe than ever. “I’m glad you let me know,” he continues.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yes, really,” he says with that smile you love so much.

“I love you, Anakin,” you say full of adoration.

“I love you too, darling. More than you’ll ever know,” he says before pulling in for a kiss which you accepted. Your guys’ lips move against each other’s in unison and it feels like everything in the galaxy is moving slower because of the passion fueling it. After a few lingering seconds, he slowly pulls away which breaks the kiss.

“Just know I would wait a million years for you if necessary,” he says.

“You’re such a dork, Ani,” you tease.

“So I’m a dork for loving an amazing girl like you? Ouch,” he says sarcastically, knowing that you’re completely joking. You laugh at his response and you can see the joy in his eyes from being around you.

“Let’s go run you a bath,” he suggests before offering his hand to you. You accept his hand before he leads you into the bathroom, ready to treat you like a queen.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #star wars anakin #anakin smut #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin fluff #hayden christensen #anakin star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars #revenge of the sith

[thetomorrowshow]

pulled over

empires superpowers au masterlist (not up to date)

takes place about a year after the end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: mentions of police, past abuse

~

He’s thinking about going back to school, honestly. He’s not sure what sort of career he’d expected to get with a degree in architecture—hopefully one where he got to plan cool buildings, but that clearly hadn’t worked out too well in his favor. And while he’d still like to do that—his sketchbooks are filled with designs of gothic-inspired houses and improbable city buildings—it’s an unpredictable enough job that he’s not sure what sort of hours it would be or if someone is even hiring.

Not to mention, he has money. He gets a pension from the city (an excessive amount, in his opinion), so he doesn’t really need a second job. Which is why he’s been thinking more about going back to school. More of something to fill his free time, really.

He’s not sure what degree he’d be looking for—computer science? Theatre?—and he’s just scrolling through the course options at ECU when he hears the jingling of keys in the door.

Usually when Jimmy enters the house, he calls for the cats and coos at them both, before planting a kiss on Scott’s cheek on his way to get down the box of Dreamies.

Today, the door shuts without any fanfare. The cats come running anyway, of course, and Scott opens up the tab for the glassblowing major before he registers that Jimmy hasn’t said anything yet.

He looks up. Jimmy is sitting on the floor, holding Norman close to his chest. His shoulders are shaking.

Scott’s up and headed over before he can even think about it. Once he does think, though, he realizes that Jimmy is on the floor and he is standing and with what seems to be a poor emotional state, that could trigger a flashback very easily.

He drops to the floor six or eight feet away from Jimmy, scoots along until he’s close enough to touch. Jimmy doesn’t react except to bury his face into Norman’s side, the cat letting out a quiet mrow? at the action.

“Jimmy? What’s going on?”

Jimmy sighs, and when he pulls away from Norman, his eyes are red. “I—I got pulled over,” he says, his voice cracking. “The left taillight is out, by the way.”

“Oh, baby. . . .” Scott wrings his hands, holds one out. “Good for me to hug you?”

Surprisingly, Jimmy nods, then places Norman down on the floor and lunges into Scott’s arms. Scott rocks back onto his heels, unsteady for a moment, before finding his balance and wrapping his arms around Jimmy.

“Did he ticket you?” Scott asks after a moment. Jimmy shakes his head.

“It was just—it was scary. I—I almost had to pull over again, m-my hands were shaking so bad after.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay to be scared.”

“I’m a grown man, Scott.” An angry tear slips from the corner of Jimmy’s eye, his eyebrows drawn in shame. “I shouldn’t be—I can’t be scared of the police. I just saw the—the stupid stick thing on his belt and—and the way he talked—”

“Most people are afraid of cops, dear,” Scott tells him, kissing him lightly on the forehead. “It sucks. Cops suck. I need to give Shelby a call, get her to really push for that reform. . . .”

Jimmy snuggles closer into Scott, awkwardly kicks off his shoes. Norman wraps around Scott’s legs, tilts his head up at the two of them.

“Wanna move to the couch? Your cat’s confused and I bet your knees hurt,” Scott suggests. Jimmy gasps and coos at Norman.

“Aw, hey, pet! I haven’t given you your treat yet, huh?”

Then he blinks. The smile on his face falters for just a moment. It’s quickly pasted back on, and when Scott tries to ask what’s up, he waves him off.

Jimmy stands shakily and slowly, tests his balance before following Norman and Elle to the kitchen. Scott waits until he returns, guides him to the sofa.

“How was work otherwise?” Scott asks.

Jimmy shakes himself. “Um, fine,” he says, leaning his head on Scott’s shoulder. “It’s—I don’t know how to describe it, Scott. It’s still a miracle every day.”

“Just working?”

Jimmy lets out a shaky sigh-laugh. “Yeah. Getting to put my hands in an engine and not have it burst into flame. It’s just . . . I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of it.”

The conversation falls into silence then, and Jimmy starts trembling again, so Scott searches for something, anything to say.

“Um, Joel said that you and a couple of friends are hanging out this weekend?”

“Right!” Jimmy brightens. “We’re heading out to that soccer field across from the middle school on the east side? Four or five of us are gonna kick a ball around for a while.”

“Anyone I know?”

Jimmy shrugs. “One of the guys from work, probably. I think fWhip said something about wanting to come? And one of Joel’s friends. Just a group who likes soccer.”

Scott frowns. “I thought Joel and fWhip hated each other.”

“They’re making up so they can team up against you,” Jimmy admits. “With their powers combined and all that.”

“I—what?” Scott sputters. “Is that why Joel was so obnoxious yesterday? He’s actively working with the enemy?”

Jimmy laughs. “fWhip’s not the enemy, he’s a vigilante. And yeah, they want to have a bit of a rivalry with you.”

Well, if anything it’ll be a fun bit of publicity. But Scott won’t take this lying down.

For the rest of the evening, they turn on whatever sitcom is airing and devise ways for Scott to strike back and not be made a fool of.

And when they go to bed, Jimmy’s shoulders have relaxed a bit, and Scott can breathe easier knowing that his boyfriend feels safe.

#empires smp #empires smp fanfic #flower husbands #scott smajor #jimmy solidarity #empires superpowers au #esh au #ew police officers #hm hm thinking about how xornoth employed off-duty officers to keep jimmy in line. #hm. just thinking about that #idk if i've brought up jimmy's job so far #if ive not ig that we'll find out! #121223 #lmk what you think #love you guys

[ghostchems]

Hello I just discovered your blog today and seen a prompt list and I was wondering if you would write prompt 114&prompt 112 with Secondo

“i don’t feel like sleeping” & “you won’t be getting any sleep tonight”

You have always been more of a night owl and after joining the clergy you thought that perhaps other members would also share the same sentiment, being satan worshippers and all. You found that not to be the case, with the abbey being mostly quiet and empty by the time late evening rolls around.

At first, it bothered you but now you enjoyed this time to yourself to explore the abbey and to also have some moments of solace. You usually find yourself in the chapel, sitting on the steps in the pulpit, admiring the altar. It was a gorgeous black stone that shone even in the darkness. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it, Sister?”

You jump and look up at him, a look of shock on your face. Secondo is in an all black suit and his papal paint that gives him an eternal scowl. Still, he seems a bit lighter, a bit less scary than how you’ve seen him before. You quickly climb to your feet and start to straighten out your loungewear, suddenly feeling extremely underdressed.

“Yes, Papa. It is.”  You whisper and shuffle backwards a bit to put some space between the two of you.

“What are you doing here at this hour, dolce?” He quickly closes the space between the two of you. You’ve never been this close to Papa before and his presence feels intoxicating. He smells smoky, the scent filling your nostrils as his figure looms over you. 

“I don’t feel like sleeping.” 

“Mm.” Secondo purrs, his lips curling into a smile. “Have you attended a ritual yet, Sorella?” He drags his fingers along the top of the altar absent-mindedly as he holds you in his gaze. You feel drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. You know what he is, what he stands for, that’s why you were here in the first place. 

“I haven’t, Papa.” You sound ashamed but he is quick to smile and drift his hand up your arm. A shiver runs up your spine but it feels soothing. Secondo’s hand continues up your arm and ends up settling on your cheek, and you can feel the heat rising between the two of you.

“Let’s have our own ritual tonight, si?” He is leaning in close to you, your noses practically touching. You decide to make the move, unable to stay away from him any longer, tepidly pressing your lips to his. Secondo sighs against you while you kiss him slowly, peppering a few pecks as he relishes in your taste.

He takes control, his mouth closing over yours possessively as the kiss turns hungry. His hands slide down to your hips, quickly picking you up with such ease and you feel so small against him. Secondo sets you down on the altar but keeps his hands on you, touching you all over with such need. You moan into his mouth, tongue dancing with his as you press into him even further.

This is not what you expected from him. He comes across as a rough, angry man but in this moment, he is so gentle and passionate. The way his strong hands massage at your sides, the way his teeth graze your lips – you’ve never felt so important in your life. You know that deep down this might be a matter of convenience: he wanted to fuck and you were here, but something about this did feel divine, like you had been chosen.

“Dolce, you are delicious.” He hums against you, then pulls away from the kiss but keeps his nose brushing against yours. “A special treat.” Secondo’s mouths at your jaw and you’re practically melting against him. He tugs at your pants and you shift your weight around, allowing him to push them down to your ankles with your bare ass on the altar.

He leans back so he can look at you and he seems so pleased with you. You’re panting slightly, looking up at him from underneath heavy lashes. Secondo is quick to drop to his knees in front of you, removing your pants from around your ankles. It is truly a sight to see him beneath you, quite literally, worshiping you at the altar. 

He maneuvers your knees over his shoulders, fingertips drifting up and down your thighs. Secondo’s dark eyes meet yours as he spreads you apart, opening you up to him before licking a long stroke across your folds. Your knees jerk in response, a small whimper falling from your lips. His tongue continues working over you slowly, eyes flickering up to yours every so often. 

“Papa, please.” You plead, reaching for his suit jacket to tug him further into you. He moans against you in response, causing you to gasp at the sensation. His mouth finds your clit, his lips sealing around it as his tongue flicks at it. Your back arches and you moan deeply, thighs clamping around his head, hands moving to grip desperately at the altar.

Secondo wraps his hands around the outside of your thighs as he puts more pressure on your clit, swiping roughly against it with his devilish tongue. Your body is trembling, head rolling back as delicious sounds leave your mouth. You are hanging on by a thread, desperately trying to hold yourself together but it’s all too much, one more swipe and the flick of his eyes meeting yours one last time sends you careening over the edge with a sob.

Secondo’s tongue swirls around you, making sure to lick up all of your juices. The trembling starts to subside as you catch your breath, your grip on the altar loosening. He presses a few wet kisses to the inside of your thigh then climbs to his feet. He looms over you, his hands massaging at your thighs before two of his fingers swipe languidly at your clit. An intense wave of pleasure ripples through your body, eyes fluttering shut as you moan.

“You won’t be getting any sleep tonight, Sister.”

#papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus x reader #secondo #secondo request

[jake-kiszkas-smirk]

Not That Serious

Jake Kiszka x Reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, choking, light degradation, oral sex (m/rec)

Word count 3k

You walked up the steps to the beach house the boys had rented for the week.   They were still all out on the beach playing volleyball or lounging around but you were hot and tired.  You had all been out there all day.  You knew they would all be arguing over the shower when they got back so you decided to head back early so you could claim it first.  You stepped into the bathroom and peeled your wet bikini off your body.   There were obvious tan lines and you were a little sunburnt but nothing too terrible.  You knew if you were sunburned the boys would definitely be worse off, never deeming sunscreen necessary.  They’d all be begging for the aloe vera you had brought with you by the day. You got in the shower, going through the routine of washing and conditioning your hair, and washing your body to rid it of sand.  You stepped out and wrapped in a towel before padding down the hall to your room.  You grabbed your makeup bag out of your suitcase and walked over to the dresser that had a mirror over it.  Starting to lay out your makeup you realized how parched you were and decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water.   Halfway down the hall you heard the boys coming in the door.  You were still wrapped in your towel but deemed it fine.  You caught a glance at Jake as you pranced into the kitchen and he slightly narrowed his eyes at you.  You continued over to the fridge and poured a glass of cold water. 

“Whoa y/n, you got a little red today” Josh said, inspecting my shoulders, “Does it hurt?” He asked innocently as he carefully pressed on it, watching the spot turn white for a moment before going back to red.  

“Just a little,” you replied as you swallowed down my sip of water

“She still isn’t as red as these two” Sam said as he motioned to Jake and Danny, slapping a hand on Danny’s shoulder.  Danny hissed in pain and then chased Sam off through the house.  You just rolled your eyes and headed back to your room.  

“We are still going out tonight!” Josh shouted as you walked in and shut the door.  You weren’t sure if you wanted to go or not.  You were really tired and annoyed at a certain mans antics.  Speak of the devil and he enters the room.  You look at his reflection as he walks up behind you, putting his hands on your hips and pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“Did you have to go out there in front of them in a towel?” he asked as he pinched your thigh.  You ignore him and continue digging in your makeup bag.  He realized he wasn’t going to get an answer and spoke again,

“Are you going out with us tonight?” He mumbled against your neck, resuming his kisses.    

“I haven’t decided yet” You say nonchalantly, trying to ignore the tingly feeling those kisses are already giving you. 

“Is something wrong?” His tone changes as he turns his attention to your reflection in the mirror. 

“I just miss you I guess.  I don’t understand why we can’t just tell them we are dating.”  You say as you finally let your eyes meet his.  He groans and walks over to the bed and plops onto it.   

“Not this again baby, I told you, I am just not ready to tell them yet.” He insisted

“Yeah I know. You’ve said that a million times I just don’t get why” you said turning to face him so you can read his expressions.   “I haven’t got to spend hardly any time with you on this whole trip, I don’t even know why you wanted me to come.”

“We all wanted you to come.” He said.  And he was right, you had grown close to all of the boys working with them on the tour, but had always known you had a thing for Jake.  You were instantly drawn to each other like magnets. 

“Answer my question.” You said sternly, crossing your arms.

“We just aren’t that serious yet..and I just don’t…” He started but you felt anger bubbling inside you.  You knew that was a damn lie.  You had both already talked about exclusivity, and you both wanted that.   You had been seeing each other in secret for almost 3 months.  You were sure he just liked the privacy you both had, with no one knowing about the two of you.

“Ah. Got it.” You interrupted, “Please get out of my room.” You said as you turned back around to face the mirror.

“Baby that’s not what I should have said I-“  

“Get. Out.” You said flatly.  He sighed as he walked out and shut the door behind him.  He knew better than to argue with you.  You repeated his words in your brain and it just fueled your annoyance and anger more.  You knew exactly what this called for.  You took a few minutes to take some deep breaths, you’d need to be calm and collected for the show you’d be putting on tonight.  You did your makeup, leaving your hair in it’s natural loose waves.  You dug in your suitcase and found a short sundress, it was a halter style with a deep cut v in the front.  The boys had mentioned this little beach side club with a big patio, and it would be perfect to wear.  You picked out some wedges that laced around your ankles and took one final deep breath before walking towards the kitchen where you knew everyone would congregate before leaving.  You found that they had already started to pregame.  Sammy was situated on the couch, Josh was sitting on the kitchen island and Danny and Jake were talking by the front door. 

“Sammy,” You said as you sauntered over, “Can you help me with my shoes?”

“Sure thing gorgeous” A simple name he often called you in a platonic way.  You smiled and walked over, handing him the first shoe and lifting your leg to his lap, hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hip as you coached him through how to lace them.   You heard Jake and Danny’s conversation stall behind you, before Jake cleared his throat and continued talking.  You repeated the step with the second shoe. 

“Thanks Sammy” You said with a wink as you grabbed your bag off the counter. 

“Everyone ready to go?” Danny asked as he opened the door to the front of the house.  We all voiced our answers as we headed to Josh’s car.  You were one of the first out the door with Jake somewhere behind you, but you could feel his eyes on you.  You were in fact, in his favorite dress. 

“Shotgun!” You shouted. 

“Sure thing mama,” Josh laughed as he opened the door for you,

“Thanks Josh” you said as you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before settling in the seat. 

“I thought you said you didn’t want to come out tonight” Jake said as he got in the back seat with Danny and Sam. 

“I changed my mind, I always have so much fun when I go out with you all” you said in a sickly sweet voice.  “I just hope I make it through the night in these heels.”

“With or without them you look great y/n” Danny said.  He wasn’t even in on your little ‘make Jake so jealous he sees red’ plan.  He was just being the sweet angel he always was. 

“Thanks Danny” You said as you quickly turned around and squeezed his knee with a smile before turning back around in your seat.  The drive to the club was filled with laughter and joked from everyone but Jake who was looking out the window the whole time.  Before we even approached the door to the club you could hear the bass thumping from the loud music.  You knew everyone would probably go their separate ways once you got inside so you quickly decided Josh would be your best way to really get Jake riled up.  He was always touchy, and even more so when he was drunk.   You followed him to the bar as the other 3 disappeared off to the patio that doubled as the dance floor.  You settled on the barstool next to Josh.  He liked to people watch, and so did you.  You both ordered drinks and then turned to watch the crowd.  You scanned the room quickly, and saw Jake in your line of sight.  He was definitely keeping tabs on everything you were doing.   You and Josh were a few drinks in and you were touching his knee and hair every chance you got.  You were surprised Jake hadn’t come and said anything yet or somehow pulled you away. 

“Do you want to go dance?” You got close to Josh as you whispered in his ear.  He nodded, downed the rest of his drink.  You took his hand and dragged him out onto the floor.  You started off dancing fairly innocently, but eventually you turned around and Josh’s hands were on your hips with your ass dangerously close to his crotch as you swayed your hips.  You caught a glimpse of Jake and you could tell by his face he was fuming. You’d never admit it to him with how mad you were at him right now, but he looked so good tonight.  He was wearing white linen pants and a grey shirt with only one or two buttons buttoned, showing off most of his bare chest.  His hair was up in a messy bun and he looked absolutely delectable.  “I gotta go to the bathroom I’ll be right back” You turned and whispered to Josh before heading off to the bathroom.  You slowly made your way through the packed dance floor.  By the time you got to the bathroom door someone was against your back ushering you in.  You grinned to yourself because you already knew exactly who this was.  His hands were already tight on your hips and you could smell his cologne. 

“Jake, what are you doing?” You turned and faced him, feigning innocence as he locked the door,

“What am I doing? What the hell are you doing?” He asked, his words already laced with an aggressive tone that had your heart racing.

“What do you mean?” your playing dumb was just enticing him more,

“You know exactly what I mean.” He hissed at you, stepping closer “You’re all over Josh”

“Oh” You paused, knowing the next words were going to push him over the edge. “I just figured since we aren’t that serious you wouldn’t mind if I fucked your brother.”  He narrowed his eyes at you, clenching his jaw.  You met his stare, not backing down as you smirked at him.  Before you could say anything else his hand was around your throat and he was pressing you against the wall.  You kept your face as indifferent as you could muster.  You knew he was trying to take you by surprise to rattle you, and you wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. 

“For your information, I told them that we were dating while you were getting dressed. So all you’ve managed to do is make yourself look like a slut.” He said, looking down his nose at you, faces so close you could feel his breath.  Now this, this rattled you.  Fuck.  You felt your eyes get wide at his admission.  He took in your reaction, his face still stern.  His hand slid from your throat to your jaw as he held your sight on him, “Is that what you wanted?  To be a slut for my brothers?”  Now his body was pressed against yours as he waited for your answer. “Answer.” He commanded as he gripped your jaw a little tighter.  You absolutely loved when he was rough with you, and you knew this would be the product of making him jealous.

“No.” You said finally mustering the composure to speak. 

“No what.” He asked and you pressed your hips forward into his searching for friction, feeling his hardness pressing against your thigh. 

“No, I wasn’t trying to be a slut for them” He hummed as he thought about your answer.  “I’m only a slut for you, you know that” You added.  A devilish grin spread on that beautiful face of his. 

“Is that so? Why don’t you get on your knees and show me.” He moved his hand from your jaw to caress your face. You nodded eagerly, “Good girl” He placed a chaste kiss to your lips before looking down, reminding you that you were supposed to be on your knees.  You sunk to the floor and quickly undid his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down to his thighs.  His cock sprang free, already unbelievably hard and dripping with precum.  You spit in your hand, pumping him a few times as you looked up at him through your lashes.  He grabbed a handful of your hair and guided your head backwards to the wall he just had you pressed against.  It was at this moment you knew that he wanted to throat fuck you.  The corner of your mouth turned up in a half smile as he stepped closer, letting him know you were into it.  You and Jake had been fucking long enough to have an established safe word and the rule that if you couldn’t speak you shook your head 3 times.  He was always very tuned in to you at all times, and you always felt safe.

“Hands” He said and you immediately offered both to him, he pinned them above your head against the wall.  “Open that pretty little mouth”  You obliged, he pulled up the bottom of his shirt and put the hem in between his teeth.  He leaned forward slowly sliding his cock into your mouth.   He started with a shallow pace, but eventually started thrusting deeper and faster into your mouth.  Your eyes clamped shut as he threatened your gag reflex.  You had drool dripping down your chin and mascara running down your face but you didn’t even care.  You were so turned on your panties were absolutely soaked.  You managed to open your eyes long enough to hear him grunt and throw his head back, his shirt still scrunched up in his mouth.  He was so impossibly hot, and the noises he made had you filled with lust.  You moaned as he stalled his movement, deep in your throat. 

“Fuck” He groaned as he pulled away from you, “Get up here” he said as he used your hands to pull you up.  He brushed his thumb over your chin, wiping off the drool, and for a moment soft Jake shone through.  He grabbed the hair at the nape of your neck and led you over to the counter, his other hand on your hip as he leaned you over the counter.  “Look at you, all fucked out from sucking my cock, you are a good little slut aren’t you?” he said as he made you look in the mirror. 

“Only for you” You repeated breathily, knowing it was what he wanted to hear. 

“That’s right” He said as he lifted your dress up and pulled your panties to the side.  He slid the tip of his dick through your slick before slamming it into you, causing you to scream out.  Luckily the music was loud enough to mask it.  He started an unforgiving pace, pounding into you as you moaned his name over and over.  “Who’s cunt is this?”

“Yours” You choke out, his grip on your hair and hip getting tighter the closer he gets to the edge.  He’s making sure to keep your face directed towards the mirror.  You closed your eyes as you feel your orgasm growing closer and closer. 

“Jake please” You moan out

“Open your eyes, want you to watch me fuck you, want you to watch yourself cum on my cock” You force your eyes open and he’s a vision. He’s slamming into you and he’s looking down, watching where your body meets his, sweat beading on his brow, his cheeks pink from the sun he got today.  You tilt your hips, giving him a different angle and it has both of you spewing curses.  That coil inside you snaps and its like a wave washing over you. Your legs are shaking and you’re suddenly grateful that you have a counter holding you up.  His rhythm starts to falter telling you he’s close.  “Tell me again, who’s cunt is this? Who fucks you this good baby?” He says and its almost a whine. 

“You Jake, only you!” You shout, the overstimulation starting to get to you.  His hips snap into yours a few more times before he’s burying himself deep and spilling inside you.  His forehead is resting on your shoulder as you both catch your breath.  He presses a kiss to your shoulder as he stands up and removes himself from you, pulling his pants back up. “Stay there” He says and lovingly rubs a hand over your ass cheek as he grabs a paper towel.  He dampens it with warm water before cleaning you up.  He pulls your dress back down and lets you stand.   He throws out that paper towel and grabs another one, also dampening it before he gently wipes the mascara from under your eyes. 

“Did you really tell them?” You asked softly, and a small smile spreads on his face,

“Yes, I did.” He says as he tossed the towel to the trash and pulled you closer. 

“Thank you” You reply as a grin spreads on your face.  He puts his hand behind your neck and pulls you in to a passionate kiss.  

“Now, can we go spend this night together, like a couple?” He asks playfully, taking your hand and motioning to the door. 

“I’d like that” You reply as he leads you back out to the dancefloor.  

#gvf #jake kiszka #greta van fleet #Greta van fleet fic #greta van fic #Jake kiszka smut #Greta van smut

[saintchaser]

they saw each other again — remus loses the track of time, actually, of the distance between their interactions. it’s always the same; fangs and bloodied lips and red-lipped grins.

that time, though, sirius kisses him. with hunger and dark eyes and long nails digging in the soft flesh of his shoulders, and he felt blood, red and warm and metallic on his mouth, dripping down his chin. sirius, however, does not push him away, even after that, instead he lets his hands run down remus’ body and sits himself at the piano.

“would you like me to play something for you?” he asks, letting his fingers float over the keys. “i haven’t touched this piano in ages, i find myself drawn to other things recently.”

“such as?” remus asks, letting himself fall on the silk cushion, his head lightly hitting the wall.

“pondering on abstract concepts.” he presses his fingers against the cold keys, and the sound reverberates through the air. “such as immortality and death,” he adds, an answer to the odd look remus gave him.

“and what is the conclusion that you have gotten to?” remus presses his fingers to the wound on his palm; it’s healed, but it scarred, and remus looks at it more often than he would like to admit.

“the conclusion that i have gotten to is that, unless someone actually does kill me, i will forever live. and i find death to be a subject that not many agree on, however much the subject is discussed, yet i still find it intriguing. do you think we are given a second chance after passing, or are we stuck in the vicious place that they call the inferno?”

“i think we’re given a second chance. i don’t know to what extent, or what that implies,” he said, getting up from the couch and sitting himself down next to sirius, on the velvet chair, “but i don’t think that such a forgiving deity would just… decide that one is irreversibly bad and leave them rot.”

sirius nodded, and pressed his lips against remus’ neck, yet that was all. he felt the smile against his skin. he hummed, pressing every key lightly. “i find myself to believe the same as you. and besides, would the idea that all of you are sinners be real, the purgatory could not be such an awful place, could it? after all, you still have company.”

“i don’t know why i am talking about this with someone who is likely to live for many hundreds of years after i die.” remus laughed. “but i can say i like the way you think; very open-minded for someone born thousands of years ago.”

sirius chuckled, against remus’ skin, still. he felt sirius’ lips part, and a sigh escape his lips. “i shall not forget you, whenever your death shall come, for that i will love you for infinity.”

remus nodded, and he didn’t know if that was him agreeing to what sirius had said or allowing sirius to do what he wanted to do.

maybe it was both; and sirius knew that, because his teeth sank in remus. the room was light, his vision was blurring, yet with his eyes he still saw sirius, whose lips pressed one last, crimson kiss to the soft flesh of his neck; his eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, and then it all turned dark.

#aaaand once more vampire sirius post because like i said this idea is a plague at this point #remus is fine guys don’t worry about him #anyways. hi #sirius black #vampire sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #my writing

[aroacemisha]

Annoying Assumptions

A Retired Leaders AU fic, taking place during the time period where the Hexside kids and Hunter were stuck in the Human Realm post-Day of Unity.

Hunter and Willow discuss their experiences, and come to the realization that they are quite alike.

Don’t tag as ship.

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The gaze of Hunter’s half-closed eyes was fixed upon the plastic coffee cup in his hand. Willow stood beside him with her arms crossed, staring down at the ground with a similarly pensive expression.

The two were out alone, and, after Hunter got his coffee, they decided to find a secluded spot, where they could talk in peace, without being looked at by humans.

“I don’t get it” - said Willow. - “Why do humans keep assuming we’re dating? It never happened in Demon Realm. I know Luz explained that a guy and a girl dating is seen as the default and the “correct” type of couple, but I still don’t get why they assume we’re dating, or why they don’t believe us when we say we aren’t”

“Me neither” - agreed Hunter. - “We haven’t done anything that could be construed as romantic. We’ve just been talking to each other or walking together. Besides, it would be weird if I did date you, given that I’m 17 and you’re only 14” - he glanced at her. - “I’m a bit too old for you”

“They probably think we’re closer in age” - Willow shrugged. - “It’s still weird though”

“Well” - sighed Hunter, - “at least Mrs. Noceda isn’t assuming anything”

“Yeah..” - Willow trailed off.

A quiet pause followed.

Hunter sipped his coffee, while Willow stared down at the ground with her brows drawn together, musing about something. After about a minute, she glanced at her blonde companion. Her gaze lingered for a moment, before returning to its previous focus.

“You know” - she began, - “with dating being brought up so much recently, and especially the idea of me dating someone, I’m starting to realize.. I don’t think I’m interested in that kind of thing. I like having close friends, but dating doesn’t seem like something I’d enjoy. Seeing other people go on dates and kiss is cute, but imagining myself kiss is.. actually kinda uncomfortable”

Hunter’s expression softened as she spoke, and he briefly glanced at her with a curious look in his eyes.

“I.. actually haven’t been interested in dating either, at least not yet” - he said. - “I haven’t been close with people my age until very recently, so there is a possibility of me developing an interest in the future. But you’ve always had friends around your age, right?”

“Yeah” - Willow nodded. - “I’ve always had at least one friend, and I have a bunch of friends now. They’re all pretty, but I can’t imagine dating any of them”

“Heh” - Hunter smiled. - “You and I can’t even imagine dating people we know, and yet apparently a lot of people can see a complete stranger and feel attracted to them”

“Really?” - Willow raised her brows.

“Yeah. Can you believe it? I thought it was just a weird trope in fiction” - Hunter took another sip of coffee.

“I did too..” - mumbled Willow.

“I only found out it’s real when Steven explained to me that the fans who said they have a crush on me were actually attracted to me and not exaggerating” - the prince told her.

Willow chuckled.

“Oh, please. Now you’re just bragging” - she nudged him with her elbow.

“I’m not!” - he laughed. - “It’s not even a good thing - the fans freak me out in person!”

“Well, uh- I.. hope they’re not making you too uncomfortable” - Willow’s smile vanished, replaced by a mildly concerned expression.

“It’s alright” - Hunter shrugged. - “Don’t worry, not much happened with them. They were just a little too loud a couple times. Plus, again, I don’t really get how people can be attracted to or want to date someone they don’t know. They’ve never even seen my face”

The two fell silent for a few moments.

“..You know, all the assumptions from humans are annoying, but.. I’m glad we got to talk about it” - Willow’s eyes shimmered, and the corners of her lips perked up. - “I think I understand myself a bit better now”

“I think I understand myself better too” - Hunter smiled.

The two playfully nudged each other’s elbows.

They figured they’ve been out long enough, so they headed back to the Noceda house, while continuing to talk on their way.

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Don’t tag as ship.

Please reblog my work. Reblogs are more helpful than likes.

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[jmagnabo92]

Drabble - Animagus

“Will you teach me?” Harry asks, as he finally musters up the courage the day after Harry’s trial where he’s now allowed back to school.   He’s been wanting to learn how to become an Animagus for over a year now and given that he finally has access to Sirius to ask, he figures that now is the best time.

“Teach you – what, exactly?” Sirius questions, clearly thrown that Harry’s even there in the room with Buckbeak where Sirius has been sulking in since Harry’s trial.  “What are you even doing up here, I thought you’d want to be with your friends – they’re much better company.”

“You could be good company if you tried,” Harry retorts.  “Besides, I have months with them, now, whereas I barely get to see you and I – just have so many things I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Oh?” Sirius questions, looking a bit happier that Harry actually wants to spend some time with him. “Alright then, come, sit, talk to me.”

Harry grins as he sits besides Sirius, “Well, first, I should go back to my question – will you teach me how to be an Animagus?”

“You – you want to be an Animagus?” Sirius questions, obviously confused.

“Well, yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Harry questions.  “I’ve wanted to be one ever since you told me about you and dad.  It sounds like a lot of fun – so awesome.”

Sirius smiles, “I will admit that I do love being an Animagus, but it’s a lot of work and dedication.”

“I can handle it!” Harry assures him.  “I know I haven’t put a lot of dedication into my schoolwork, but this is different – this is something I really want.”

Sirius smiles, “I know you can handle it, kid.  You handled an adult tournament last year just fine – mighty impressive if you ask me.”

“Thanks, Sirius.”  Harry blushes, pleased at the praise.  “Still, I just – will you?”

“Of course, but before we do anything, you’ll need some books to get started…”

“Reading?” Harry groans.

“It’ll help, I promise.” Sirius smiles, “In fact, I think you’ll like these in particular.”  He gets up and walks over to the wardrobe.  Harry watches as he grabs two books and three journals before returning to his spot next to Harry. “I was planning on giving these to you when you turned seventeen and offering to help be an Animagus.”

Harry smiles and looks down at the books and journals, looking first at the journals, which are labeled with names: Sirius, James and Lily.  “Wait, are these…”

“Ours?  Yes.  We each journaled as made the attempt to become animagi,” Sirius grins.

He looks down at the journals, “Mum’s got one?  You never mentioned…”

“She was bored while they were in hiding and wanted to learn – the last I heard, she hadn’t managed to do it just yet, but she knew what her form was – a doe.”

Harry smiles, “Dad’s a stag and Mum’s a doe – that’s…”

“They were soulmates, Harry,” Sirius grins.  “Always drawn together whether they were trying or not – in fact, they often tried not to be drawn into discussions or arguments in the early years, but couldn’t help themselves.”

“Really?” Harry questions, eager to learn more about his parents.  “Does that mean that they didn’t get along?”

“At first, but then some things happened and then got to together at the end of sixth year,” Sirius offers.  

“They got together at sixteen?” Harry questions, thinking that he’s only a year away from all that and he hasn’t so much as kissed a girl.

“Hmm-mm, technically, seventeen.”  Sirius is looking at him, concerned.  “You don’t even know their birthdays or anything, do you?”

Harry shakes his head, “Haven’t really had anyone talk to me about them – sometimes I overhear things, but no one really tells me anything.”

“Not even Remus?  He was your professor for a year…”

“And I didn’t know that he was even friends with dad, let alone close enough that dad risked breaking the law for him until maybe March?  He didn’t tell me much though, just admitted that he did know him.  That’s about it,” Harry admits.  “Hadn’t even heard from him or seen him until they showed up as my guard on the way here.”

Sirius frowns, looking slightly angry.  He looks like he wants nothing more than to start yelling about the unfairness of Harry’s life, but he takes a deep breath.  “Well, then, it looks like I’ve got to teach you about more than just being an Animagus.”

“I’d like that.”

“Good – then let’s get started.”

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[kaunis-sielu]

Sidelines: Little Green

Thanks for the prompt nonny

Every year, just after the holidays, the football league has a huge, all league party. Steve had asked you to come with and you’d agreed, even though you hadn’t been dating long just a couple of weeks. It was still kind of weird to be his girlfriend even if, somehow, not everyone knew. You wore a pretty sparkly green number to the party, it’s got long sleeves, goes mid thigh and has a deep v neckline. Wanda had helped you with your hair, several small French braids on one side of your head then up into a high ponytail. You felt killer and the way Steve’s eyes had darkened when he saw you was absolutely a bonus.

You’re waiting for a drink, you’d assured Steve that you still had legs and were perfectly able to go get your own drink. Besides, you figured that it would take less time for you to get a drink at an event full of men, and the occasional wife or girlfriend, than it would for him.

“Hello.” A deep voice says from just behind you, “not sure I’ve seen you here before. I’m Emil.” He says with a wide smile, he didn’t need to introduce himself you’d have known him. He’s somehow bigger than Steve, something you weren’t aware was possible.

“Hi, Cat.” You tell him with a smile, “nice to meet you.”

“Cat, you’re a cheerleader?” He asks and when you nod he gives you a once over, somehow it’s a respectful once over, and then gives you another smile. “Which team?”

“Avengers. This is my first year.”

“The Avengers always get the prettiest girls,” he flirts and you laugh, “we haven’t played them yet otherwise I know I would’ve noticed you.”

“I doubt that,” you tell him reaching for the glass the bartender has placed in front of you, “like you said the Avengers cheerleaders are all pretty. I’m nothing special.” You shove some money into the tip bucket then turn to scan the crowd for Steve.

“I think you need someone to remind you how stunning you are on the regular.” Emil flirts and you smile over at him. Where in the world is Steve?

“Don’t you think that would get tiresome?”

“For you? Never.”

“Emil. Quit hitting on my girl.” Steve’s voice comes from behind you as his hand rests on your hip and his chest bumps against your back. His voice isn’t the usual friendly one, it’s more sharp.

“Oh. Oh shit. You’re that Cat?” Emil says his eyes darting between you and Steve.

“Yea, she’s that Cat.” Steve says and you slide your fingers across the hand he has on your hip.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Emil says and you give him a smile,

“You too. You’re my sister-in-law’s first draft pick and are causing some issues for my team.” He laughs and shakes his head.

“I can’t say I’m sorry but if you’ve got Steve you’re team is fine.”

“I don’t. I didn’t get first pick.” You scowl you don’t know how Frank cheated but you know he did. He had to!

“Rough subject for you?” He teases and you nod.

“She’s convinced her brother Frank cheated but doesn’t know how.”

“This is the third year in a row he’s drawn first pick!” You cry and Steve laughs softly pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I know Sweetheart.” He soothes and Emil looks amused.

“Can’t trust anyone when it comes to the family fantasy league.” You grumble.

“I take it this is a common topic.”

“We’ve been dating for two weeks.” Steve says and Emil chuckles softly.

“But friends longer.” You remind him so you don’t sound like a crazy bitter woman. The lights dim twice then and after you and Steve say goodbye to Emil you make your way back to your seats.

Steve keeps a hand on you for the rest of the night, in your hand, on your thigh, your hip. It’s not until you get into his car at the end of the night that you suddenly realize why.

“Steve?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you touching me so much to stake your claim?”

“What?”

“You’re not usually this touchy. Now, after Emil was talking to me-”

“Flirting with you.” He interrupts and you frown at him.

“Who cares?”

“What? I care?”

“Why?”

“Why?”

“Yes, why?” You look at the road to give him a second and he takes a sharp breath.

“I finally, finally, got lucky enough to get you to agree to date me. I don’t wanna lose you.”

“And you think a guy flirting with me is gonna do that?”

“I don’t know.” He admits softly, “I don’t think so but when he was flirting with you it just made me kinda crazy.”

“I’m not so easily swayed. You have my loyalty, another man flirting with me isn’t going to change that.” You assure him taking his hand.

“I trust you.” He murmurs pressing a kiss to the back of your hand, “it’s other guys I don’t trust.”

“Don’t worry, Frank taught me how to throw a punch.” You tell him in an attempt to lighten the mood. It works and Steve chuckles softly.

“I’m sorry I got kind of jealous and over protective.”

“It happens, just know you don’t have anything to worry about from my end of things. I’ll probably get jealous or overprotective of you at some point too.”

“Thank you for not getting mad at me.” He says as he pulls into his driveway.

“Thank you for being honest with me.” You tell him and he pulls you to him for a kiss.

“Wanna stay the night?”

“Yea.”

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This is a series of one shots, the series isn’t posted in order. If you have ideas for Steve and Cat please let me know.

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[djino04]

Drawing book

POV Andreas

I miss the days when Beatrix didn't know about shopping malls. Since Stella took her shopping in town two months ago, my daughter has been asking to go almost every weekend. I've made excuses for why we haven't gone the last three weeks, but this time I couldn't think of any. And that's how I ended up spending the day in girl's clothing stores. I hope she knows I'm doing this for her...

The worst part of it all is that I couldn't get Saul to go with me. He laughed in my face when I told him it would be a good way for him to bond with Beatrix. Apparently, he'll do almost anything for that, but a shopping day is out of the question. Sky, of course, didn't want to come either and is staying with Riven doing who knows what in Alfea. Or maybe he's with Bloom, and I want to think even less about what they can do together.

But it's over now, I walked Beatrix and all her bags to her room. She couldn't wait to show them to the other girls. It's nice to see that she is finally starting to find friends, even though she denies it every time the subject comes up. 

So I'm on my way home with just one small bag. It's a gift for Saul and I hope he enjoys it. When I saw this drawing book in the window, I immediately thought of him. He loved to draw when we were younger and it kept him busy during our brief respite. I haven't seen him do it since we got back together but maybe he just hasn't had the time. The last few months have been hectic. 

When I walk into the apartments, he's sitting at the living room table, papers in front of him but he's not drawing, he's grading papers. This is one of the things I hate about being a teacher. Fortunately for us, we teach mostly classes that don't involve spending hours trying to proofread students' illegible handwriting in order to grade them. 

Saul looks up at me as I approach and we exchange a kiss. And he asks me: 

"So, did you have a good day?"

I collapse into the chair next to him: 

"Let's not talk about this anymore. The next time she wants to do this, I'll ask Farah to go with her. She should like that, right?"

Saul begins to laugh softly: 

"You really think Farah will like it if she spends all day following your daughter around the stores?"

I sigh, resigned: 

"No, I guess not."

I can't wait any longer so I bend down to retrieve the bag and hand it to him. He takes it with a questioning look: 

"What is it?"

"Open it and you'll see."

I try to remain nonchalant as he opens the bag and pulls out the drawing book but my heart beats slightly faster. We haven't really exchanged gifts since I got back and I'm not even sure if he really likes this gift. Yet he stands still in front of it as if he can't figure out what it is. I then feel the need to clarify: 

"It's a drawing book."

I almost expect him to respond with something like, "You really think I don't know what this is?" or something similar. But instead, he looks at me with eyes full of emotion: 

"You know I haven't drawn since... since Aster Dell?"

I understand the "since you died" that is implied. So I reach out my hand to open the drawing book to the first page and answer him: 

"I'm here now, it's the perfect time to start over, isn't it?"

I understand day by day the damage my death has caused Saul, just as he is learning about my wounds caused by Rosalind. But day by day, we move forward together on the road to healing.

#fate the winx saga #fate winx saga #saul silva #andreas of eraklyon #saundreas #beatrix of eraklyon

[firecurls-27]

So you’ve done evil cupchal headcanons so why not for the whole family

Oooooooohhhhhhhhh good idea!

(Ps, I haven’t drawn evil kettle or mugan yet, but I will leave Headcanons for them!)

(These include cupchal and slight mugchal. Don’t like, don’t read.)

Elder kettle boil🫖🚬

He/him, aroace, (nobody knows how old he is, not even himself) 4/16/18??

- heavy chain smoker, he fucking REAKS.

- he’s a lot meaner than the original kettle.

- hangs out a lot at the craps table with the casino crew.

- the only reason he joined devils side is cause devil said there’s no rent for apartments in hell.

- still calls devil “Mrs meow meow” and devil fuckin HATES it-

- even if he’s a little meaner than his old self, he’s one of the only ones who will listen to mugman vile when he’s having a hard day….

Mugan glass🍼🔥

She/her, sexuality not yet defined, 6 month - 1 yo, 11/16/1933, speech impediment

- cuphead eve and mugman vile’s little sister

- very quiet, so you can’t hear her coming

- smuggler, she can steal anything she wants and no ones the wiser!

- baby bottle is her #1 nemesis.

- when she’s old enough, she wants to be part of her brother’s circus!

- loves her family to death, even if it is falling apart.

- carries a machete with her at all times, she hides it in her head-

Vessel shatter💸🗡

He/him, bisexual, 37 yo, 5/18/1896, ADHD(medicated), depression

- a lot quieter and less energetic that our beloved vessel.

- he and dice can’t even look at each other without crying.

- rethinking his marriage to thorn, she’s very mean to him. He misses the old her….rosé….god, even thinking that name makes him cry.

- *ahem* gay for Ludwig *ahem*-

- hates ms malice cause she’s just like him when he was a kid, so when she started dating eve, he got pretty pissed.

- mostly works at the casino in terms of money.

- he and vile don’t get along to well, but they would never hurt each other on purpose. Shatter cares about him to much to hurt him.

- also a heavy chain smoker, he’s trying to quit for his kids, he caught vile trying to smoke and it almost broke his heart.

Rosé thorn💔💋

She/her, polysexual, 36 yo, 6/22/1897,

- unlike our lovely rosé, thorn isn’t very kind to her family.

- she constantly pins the boys up against each other out of entertainment.

- her job is still singing but sometimes she’ll come home with someone else’s wallet, and a few kiss marks…

- is aware her husband isn’t happy anymore, and is really trying her best to be nicer. (By trying I mean not at all)

- she knows a good joke or two though! That’s where eve gets his humor!

- still a fashion queen✨

Mugman vile🎪🎭

He/she/they, bigender, pansexual, polyamorus, 12-15 yo, 2/18/1920, autistic, depression, anger issues

- big flirt, can date anyone he wants with just a wink.

- the Frank Sinatra of hell.

- stressed 24/7, but is too cocky to show it.

- ringmaster in him and his brother’s circus!

- he DID date malice for a while, but they didn’t really feel a “spark” y’know?

- part of him wants to get with ms malice again, so he asked his parents for help. Shatter said not to, because it’ll break eve’s heart, but thorn (because she was bored) said yes, that vile deserved her more than eve.

- so for a while, he did small gestures, flowers, chocolates, gifts, etc. but he clearly saw she loved eve more than anyone.

- he took his father’s advice, even if eve was a bafoon, he’s still his brother. Plus, I don’t think malice and vile would be very stable in marriage…

- he’ll find the right person some day! Maybe-

- remembers most of his past life, but not enough.

Cuphead eve (evil)💥🪗

He/they, transmasculine, bisexual, 10-13 yo, 9/29/1922, autistic, ADHD(unmedicated), anxiety, speech impediment,

- got him inspired by the mini joker (robin) from Batman beyond: return of the joker, a psychotic smile and SO much trauma-

- in the circus he and his brother runs, he’s a clown. he just doesn’t wear makeup. (Yet, I have to decide on the right design)

- very timid unlike our renowned cuphead, big people pleaser.

- stutters a lot, so he has trouble talking, but malice helps him out.

- has a bad habit of biting through his gloves when he’s nervous, so malice sews them up for him with fun patters. They’re his favorite pair.

- thinks he’s not good enough for malice…

- has very little memory of his past life, and stays awake at night trying to remember….

- one time, his old friends (Cora, Mac, canteen, buster) went to his carnival. After the performance, they met him in his dressing room trying to get him to remember them. He did, until big D walked in. He was telling eve that he had a good performance, that’s when his friends had to leave…..they come over every now and then trying to get him back to normal.

Bonus:

Ms chalice Ms malice🩰💕

She/they, demigirl, omnisexual, 11-14 yo (physically), 6/30/????, dyslexic, depression

- trapeze artist in the circus!

- when she started dating eve, she was just trying to get back at vile. But eve gave malice something not a lot of people gave her: kindness

- eve is literally the only person she’s nice too. Everyone else can go fuck themselves-

- she, boil and shatter are the only ones who fully remember their pasts.

- she and shatter constantly try to murder each other.

- she loves teaching eve and glass new dance moves!

- literally Devil’s BFF, she joins him in musical hour.

- honestly, she’s friends with a lot of people in hell!

(Note: I will add more if I get more ideas soon! Hope you like them! Which ones your favorite?)

#my post #ask firecurls #cuphead #cuphead: ddwtd #the cuphead show #cuphead au #cuphead oc #demitasse family au #bad end au #tw smoking #cupchal #evil cupchal

[materassassino]

Cynosure

I have a huge backlog of ficlets I haven’t yet posted, so I’m going to do that now because I think we need some good things!

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Cynosure (noun):  a person or thing that is the centre of attention or admiration.

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He draws attention like he’s the centre of the galaxy. He is radiant, a solar flare, black and gold and glorious, and Din has never felt more inadequate and unworthy of standing beside this man. He’s just a fool who would be king, out of place in his beskar. Luke is soft, beautiful, suited to glittering lights and merriment in a way Din simply is not, could never be, and all eyes are upon him as soon as they enter the room. And why wouldn’t they be? It’s not like Din can look away either.

He fully expects to simply blend into the background, all – deserved – attention drawn to Luke, but people won’t stop attempting to talk to him. He answers in polite monosyllables which Luke then steps in to translate into something vaguely more diplomatic. Someone even asks him to dance, which he declines in stammering bewilderment. Luke stifles his laughter when the would-be dance partner wanders off, looking miserable.

“What?” Din asks. Luke shakes his head, grinning like sunshine, and, oh, Din wishes he could kiss that smile right then and there, devour it and hold it inside his heart until the galaxy implodes on itself.

“You’re popular, tonight,” Luke says fondly. Din snorts.

“I don’t know why, when you’re here,” he mutters, folding his arms and glowering at the milling crowd for not having good enough taste (not that they can see it, but he hopes they sense it). Luke takes a sip of something sparkling from a tall glass.

“They’ve seen me before,” he says. “I’m nothing special.”

Din scoffs again. “Bantha crap,” he says. “You outshine everyone in this room.”

Luke turns pink. He slips closer, trailing a finger along the edge of Din’s cuirass, following the shape of the kar’ta beskar. “And you think you don’t?” he replies.

Din frowns, helmet cocked to the side in confusion. “What do I have to offer?”

“To them? Very little. To me? Take a guess.” Luke takes a long, pointed swig of his drink, a gesture more suited to a seedy cantina than a shiny gala.

Din is silent for a moment. Luke’s gaze burns, full of hot, dark promise, and Din suddenly feels immensely hot under all his layers. He tugs at his collar.

“Point taken,” he rasps. Attention is something he abhors, but if it’s Luke, then… it’s different. He doesn’t mind being at the centre of Luke's orbit in the slightest.

“We should dance,” Luke says suddenly. “Really give them something to stare at.”

The back of Din’s neck burns. They’ve been practicing, Leia his intransigent dancing master – one of Korkie Kryze’s many, less than stellar ideas – but the idea of actually doing so, in front of hundreds of people, is mortifying.

That’s when he notices Luke is laughing. He curls his hand around Din’s arm, leans up to press a kiss to Din’s helmet.

“I’m only kidding,” he says. “I know you hate being stared at.” He glances behind them, over at the chrono above the bar, biting his lip. “I think we’ve been here long enough that we can sneak out without causing a galactic incident.”

Din doesn’t even hesitate. He takes Luke’s hand, strides confidently towards the door as Luke chuckles. After all, why would he want the stares of many when he can have the eyes, hands and heart of Luke Skywalker?

#star wars #dinluke #the mandalorian #din djarin #luke skywalker #pixie writes #i have a huge backlog of these so prepare for some ✨spam✨