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[faunina]

happy TWO YEAR anniversary to everyone who attended the destiel wedding!

and happy valentines day to the rest of you guys <3 click the image for a surprise!

if you’ve ever seen that one post (i’ll link it in the replies) about the parallels between the rodeo scene in 12x11 and the movie “urban cowboy” and it entirely broke your brain, then this post is for you. and also i’m kissing you on the mouth

[ID. Digital art of Dean Winchester done in black and white. He’s is laid back on top of an electric bull. One hand rests on his hip while the other hovers in mid-air, fingers slightly curled, and he seems to be looking at it. When clicked, the transparency shows Castiel standing behind him. Castiel is holding Dean’s hand to his lips, while his other hand supports the back of Dean’s head. Castiel has a visible halo and wings that he has curled protectively around Dean. End ID.]

#destiel wedding anniversary #destiel #destiel fanart #spn #spn fanart #dean winchester #castiel #ficta et picta #a personal blogging experience #PLEASE NOTE THAT THE SURPRISE ONLY WORKS IN LIGHT MODE #if you clicked the picture and nothing changed then you're using the app/website in sth other than light mode and thatll just not work sry #anyway shoutout to tumblr users nottherealdean and sagegarnish ill hopefully remember to add their post in the replies in a minute #but thanks to them i have not and WILL never be normal about that scene. #nearly TWO YEARS this concept has been swimming in my head and now FINALLY i had the skills and idea to fully COMMIT #also im ngl this is one of those pieces that i only meant to quickly sketch out and then work on later #and instead it turned into a one-time five-hour sorta hyperfocus tunnel job #and i was so IMMEDIATELY pleased with the outcome and i still am. this has absolutely become one of my favourite destiel fanart pieces #that ive ever made. <3 these idiots are ruining my life and its chronic

[a-s-illustrations]

Coming Home

Part 2 of Dad Nanami and Son Itadori Series! (i really have to get a better title for this series of works; stick with me guys!)

Story down below⬇️

Nanami's POV.

“I really don’t need that,” Nanami said, pointedly glaring at the wheelchair. The nurse’s smile never wavered. In fact it grew a bit wider which irritated him to no end.

“Please sir, it is hospital policy that patients in your condition be escorted and discharged via a wheelchair,” she said; her voice calm and soothing. Nanami’s lips twitched with a soft huff of exasperation. He was about to contest her again when a bright voice burst in on their standoff.

“Nanamin!” Yuuji’s shock of pink hair appeared before the rest of the boy careened into the room. His training and excellent reflexes saved him from barrelling into the woman by scant inches. His face lit up by the wide smile plastered over his face. This smile, unlike the nurse’s, settled his nerves. “I came to pick you up!”

The nurse jumped on her chance turning to Itadori. “Oh that’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, with a note of triumph in her voice, “You can wheel him out then. I’m sure he would love to have his son wheel him out.”

Nanami automatically opened his mouth to correct her when he saw the look on Itadori’s face. The boy’s entire body language had gone from exuberant to almost shyly embarrassed. There was a strange, almost hopeful look in those light brown eyes. He gave a defeated sigh. “Very well,” he conceded. He couldn’t deny the warmth in his chest when Itadori perked right back up and quickly grabbed the wheelchair’s handles.

“I promise I’ll get you the door safely!” he declared. Nanami gave an amused huff as he settled himself into the offending mode of transportation with a slight wince; arranging his long legs onto the footrests.

“Please do,” he responded dryly, “I don’t intend to end back up in the hospital just as I was getting out.”

Itadori laughed and they set out; with Yuuji and the Nurse keeping up an easy banter over his head. He zoned out a bit, letting the white noise of their voice distract him from the slight embarrassment of the ride, only turning his attention back on to focus on the documents that needed signing and to listen to some final instructions from the doctor. As they exited the door he looked up at Itadori.

“How did you get here and how are we getting back?” he asked. Itadori’s fond smile turned immediately sheepish.

“Well..” he began and Nanami felt his stomach sink. He followed the flick of Itatodi’s eyes to see a familiar white blond head of hair sitting atop an impossibly wide grin. The blinding flash of the cellphone’s light made him flinch; one good eye squinting shut on reflex.

“Oh sorry about that!” Gojo’s called out, sounding very much not sorry. He fiddled with his phone and then snapped at least 10 more shots from several angles as he made his way over to them. “Ready to go?”

Nanami reached up to adjust his glasses and pressed his fingers into his bare nose bridge instead. He sighed louder. “Let’s get this over with.”

The drive back was strangely pleasant. The warmth of the sun on his skin; the wind against his face and the fact that Gojo was actually driving at the speed limit. It was surprising that the special-grade sorcerer had chosen to drive himself to pick up Nanami. Gojo’s blindfolded eyes showed briefly into the rearview mirror, catching his attention, as if he could read Nanami’s mind.

“I didn’t think you would want them to see you like this,” he said, his voice serious and almost tender, “At least until you’re ready to show them yourself.” Nanami blinked a few times feeling a little touched by the gesture. The man might have a glaring number of faults but there were times that Gojo Satoru could be a decent human being.

“Thank you,” he said softly, “And please focus on the road now.” Gojo and Itadori laughed; their voices soothing yet another part of his aching heart.

Pulling up at his small house felt surreal. It looked the same and yet; he felt like he was in a dream. Making his way up the short stone walkway; unlocking the front door and stepping into the small foyer. His coat still hung up on the pegs to the left; the side cabinet holding his various watches and envelopes stacked neatly to one side. There were none on the floor, however. His brow furrowed. There should have been mail coming in still when he was hospitalized.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Itadori spoke up behind him, “I…I came in and kinda took care of the place a bit when you were recovering.”

Nanami turned to see the young man looking up at him; shoulder a little hunches and fingers gently tugging at one another. Gojo was sitting in the car still; pointedly not looking at them. He looked back at Yuuji. “Thank you,” he said, smiling a little, “I appreciate that.”

That wonderful smile lit up Yuuji’s face again. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something else but stopped; looking over his shoulder at Gojo sitting in the car. Nanami could see the indecision warring across the boy’s face as he turned back to him; unsure of what to say or perhaps how to say it.

“I was wondering…if maybe…” Yuuji started, fingers clenching in a fist at his stomach, “I could…Maybe you’d like some company. After being alone in the hospital all this time.”

A thick lump immediately clogged his throat and he wasn’t quite sure what expression his face was showing right at this moment but he answered; his voice husky and sounding a bit more broken than he would have liked.

“I would like that,” he replied simply.

A soft sound escaped Itadori’s mouth; a cross between relief and a sob. He turned on his heel and ran back to the car; talking excitedly with Gojo for a bit and giving him a chance to compose himself. Gojo waved to them as he drove off; Nanami raising a hand to acknowledge him as Yuuji waved exageratedly at his side. They looked at one another when he was gone; Yuuji’s beaming face to his own haggard one.

“Let’s order in tonight,” Nanami said, turning to head back into the house, “I don’t feel like cooking.” Itadori’s whoop of joy had him smiling, as the boy shuffled past him to get the stack of menus they had collected over the months. As he closed the door behind him; and slid into the high stool at the kitchen bar, looking down at the spread of colorful sheets of paper; Yuuji launching into the pros and cons of the meal choices; he truly felt like he had come home.

#art #artwork #fanart #digitalart #fanart jjk #jjk fanfic #jjk fanworks #jjk fanart #jjk #jjk nanami #dad nanami #jujutsu nanami #kento nanami #itadori yuuji #jjk yuuji #yuuji and Nanami #son itadori

[lavender-teardroplettes]

Hi, it’s me, a BIPOC creator ready to talk about Tom

I’m going to preface this in saying that I was really hoping that Tom would listen to the people who were genuinely disappointed in him and wanted him to do better. I want to highlight that people were expressing their own past history with right wing grooming towards racist ideologies, dog whistles, and downplaying of Black and Indigenous suffering during the peak of the situation on top of all the hurt that comes with another trans person not understanding how bad their internalized transphobia is. In light of Tom deleting his tumblr, changing the L4L twitter username and privating both that account and the main one in question….I have some points as a disappointed ex-fan that I hope extends to other communities.

First and foremost; I would like to be clear and transparent:

I was one of the POC creators that asked QLP from Florescent Red Studios to echo my feelings at the time. I work a lot, I try and vividly express this and didn’t have the energy at the time to address this despite having a lot of words that I have gratefully seen echoed through the situation as it has developed. A few of them have carried over from seeing devs being harassed from a separate situation over the past year that I have a lot of words on. If you’re the perpetrators of that event I highly suggest you apologize and work on yourselves, but that’s an issue for another time.

To be honest, I will always be disappointed in people like Tom who hide these sort of hateful views, but…sometimes I can’t say I’m not surprised. I want to give people the benefit of the doubt, because, in all honesty, I love this community we’ve built despite the drawbacks that come with making something new out of nothing and wanting to support other people. I can say for certain that a lot of us were the weird kids, and it’s more than amazing to have that safety in community, but I can’t ignore that there are some issues.

We’re still people despite being online, people who sometimes can be more busy than usual. Tone is hard to pick up on and sometimes it’s hard to fully communicate how you feel, but immediately jumping into hatred and defensive mode is never the way to go, and there should be room for open discussion when people are hurt and still trying to make space to educate others. There should be space for open discussions because we have this mediation tool that we can walk away from and come back to when we look at it objectively and not emotionally.

Tom, if you see this, I want to ask you if you actually fucking care at all about me and what a lot of people in the BIPOC community went through/are currently going through in the hands of conservatives that have groomed you into their ideology. I want to ask you if you really know about the actual fetishization we face if it isn’t straight up murder, misogyny/misogynoir, etc? Because it sounds to me like you were a tourist and I’ve strictly only been to either sides of the coast because you will never catch me in the South in this country unless I am in severely Black populated cities. And even then you’d never fucking catch me in the South.

It’s hard for me to touch on the grooming topic further because I’m a victim of multiple instances of CSA….I don’t believe in just pointing at one community, I think every community should keep themselves in check when it comes to shaming and ousting out p*dos and N*zis at the least- because again, they shouldn’t fucking be tolerated.

I will echo this sentiment: if you don’t condone what you’re writing about, you shouldn’t be condoning or perpetuating worse actions in a community full of BIPOC, disabled, marginalized, etc fans in real life.

On the note of BIPOC, please…please actually learn about our history and struggles. Whether it’s taking a history course, watching BIPOC educators….it’s something I think people should really learn about. It’s painful, it’s hard, but it’s what we have to live with everyday and don’t have the energy to remind people of all the time because of how draining it is.

I will be clear, I’m expressing my disappointment. I don’t want any harassment towards anyone, you shouldn’t be lowering yourself to that level.

But- I’m fucking tired and am urging people to do better. Please.

#si speaks #lurking for love #yan vn community #tbh I didn’t really wanna type this out #I hate being this guy #but I had time to really figure out my words #I’m disappointed #please do better #I only want the best for people #I’m also on mobile so sorry for the long post #I can’t speak for the Jewish fans hurt in this situation #but I see you #I hear you #I extend my love and support to you #carnivorekitty

[bronx-bomber87]

The rewatch continues! Onto 1x02 ‘Crash Course’ we go. Once again will credit all gif creators at the end of this review. Thank you for all you create. Tumblr wouldn’t be around if not for you. Off we go.

This ep starts for Tim in the hospital. Makes me sad to see Tim at the hospital so disgruntled and alone. Truly not expecting anyone to come pick him up or care. Surly af with the nurse. But it’s not a glow up if we don’t start at the bottom. ‘Started from the bottom now we here’ is a prominent thing for a reason in character growth. Starting at the ground floor with him emotional scars and all.

He is so genuinely so surprised Angela and Talia come to get him. He wants the help but sure as hell isn’t going to ask for it. He’s clearly been so shut down since Isabel. He’s lost trust and faith of those around him. So them coming to get him shocks him. Being s1 Tim though he can’t let them see that. How much this actually means to him. That there are people out there that still care about him. My poor broken boy.

Annnnnd the need for his approval and praise from Tim begins. She’s so excited thinking he was so proud of her and what she did in pilot (she did save his life and protect them both under duress) only to be disappointed by Wrigleys ‘No..’ Her eyes light up only to be crushed by disappointment. You’ll get there Lucy it’s just gonna be a bit ha

Tim dropping by the diner he conveniently ‘lives by ‘ and getting his pickup. Aka a Lying liar who lies. Really just dropping by to check in on her and his current test. To see if she’s losing her mind being a slug or she misses the action already with Tim. Clearly it’s the latter. Regardless of where Tim is emotionally and how she’s his charge. This is a little bit of a work flirt for him. Man took time out of his recovery from a gunshot wound to come see and her give her shit LOL She of course is ready and eager to prove herself even when he’s not officially her T.O. He’s clearly enjoying himself too much though haha

On the surface this is just a test is to see if she wants to be a real cop or a slug. We all know with her future UC predilections she loves the adrenaline. I do think on a deeper level, part of this test is truly to see if she’s gonna stick it out with him. Or if she going to bail on him which is the current state of mind he’s in.

Expecting that abandonment. He’s in fight or flight mode most of s1 cause of Isabel. Legit Survival mode really. So he’s going to distrust everyone around him for little while especially someone with promise like Lucy.

Alas we get to the end of ep for them both. Best part of this gif set is the utter look of confusion on Lucy’s face. Fairly certain she didn’t think Tim Bradford was capable of laughing let alone smiling LOL

What I love most about this scene is one it shows how sharp Lucy is. Telling him she figured out he had her purposely assigned to Wrigley. Two, This is also Lucy’s first moment of challenging him. Standing up to him by calling him a pain in the ass. When he says it’s ‘his job’ It’s her first strike into those walls of his. By insulting him with her little jab. Developing that rapport. We get the first Lucy induced smile from him. He’s actually proud of how she handled herself the entire day with Wrigley. Not half ass-ing it and he’s beaming.

When she watches his retreating form she looks so confused and slightly annoyed at his happy demeanor. But she also doesn’t hate it either. She has no idea she’s started her slow burn with him. That massive wall of his has the smallest crack starting to form. He’s so pleased with himself he doesn’t realize it’s happening either. He’s just happy with himself and how interaction went down. They’re so cute I can not. Eric and Melissa’s chemistry on full display. We had it from the jump with them.

~~~~~

Side notes for this ep. Talia was pretty damn funny in this ep. With all the property/city damage Nolan does haha Them getting kicked into the old school cop car.

The captain ripping those cocky detectives a new one. I always enjoyed her scenes especially ones where she’s mentoring the newbs. She was always so calming to listen to. So sage in her advice.

The Nolan/Lucy scenes continue to make me cringe but they have their purpose even if I dislike them haha

That wraps up ep 2. This will definitely keep me pre-occupied till we can get s6. Try to do few eps a week depending on life/work haha please feel free to like/comment I enjoy it so❤️

Gif credit to

chenfordsbee

tim-lucy x2

Thesweetnessandthesarcasm pain ass my job

relentlessescapism

Chenford source

#Caitlin rewatches The Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #the rookie #tim bradford #tim x lucy #lucy chen #lucy x tim #s1 #1x02 crash course #Eric winter #melissa o’neil #otp: doing my job #summer rewatch #chenford nation

[draguta]

.fairytale of new york | seven.

pairing: professor!bucky x fem!reader

summary: a semester in new york. a handsome man in a bar. whiskey neat. to the lighthouse. christmas lights. this is the tale of a whirlwind romance. a forbidden fairytale. college au.

chapter word count: 2286

warnings: age gap (reader 19, bucky 34), student/teacher relationship

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Y/N

"So, what would we say is Odysseus' main motivation?" Bucky called out, turning back to his class and looking through the crowd of students until his eyes finally landed on you. "Y/N?"

You glanced up from your laptop at the sound of your name, your eyes catching Bucky's. You thought about the question for a while, taking in Bucky's smirk as he waited for your answer; he had clearly picked you on purpose, testing whether or not you had been paying attention or had been daydreaming about that morning in the shower. It was definitely the latter.

"Well, I think it's clear that Odysseus' chief motivation throughout the novel is his desire for homecoming, a notion in heroic culture that encouraged bravery in war by reminding warriors and soldiers of the people that they are fighting for back home," you explained, your own smirk mirroring his as you answered the question perfectly. But Bucky wasn't finished.

"Would you care to expand on that a little more?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Odysseus' return represents the transition from his life as a warrior on the battlefield, back to his life as a husband, father, and the head of his household," you continued, wanting to prove yourself to Bucky. "That would explain why Odysseus is ultimately motivated by a desire to reclaim these elements of his identity and once again become the person that he was before he left for the war."

You didn't miss Bucky's grin at your answer, one that lasted only a second before his mask as your professor was once again placed over his expression.

"Very good, Y/N," he said, and you beamed down at him from your seat on the third row next to Yelena. "Be sure to include that analysis in your paper this week."

He shot you a quick wink, and you felt the blush rising in your cheeks. You glanced around the room quickly, scanning your peers to make sure no one had seen it, until your eyes landed on Liz, sitting right in the front row. But she wasn't looking at Bucky, or her notes. Instead her eyes were trained on you, glaring at you between the heads of your classmates.

You couldn't hold her gaze, quickly looking away, nerves creeping into your stomach like butterflies. You glanced back at Bucky to check if he had seen it, but he was already addressing the rest of the class, seemingly in professor mode once more.

"Ok guys, that's it for today," he called out, returning to his desk. "Don't forget that your papers are due on Friday, and I want them on my desk before the end of the day."

The class began to gather their things, and you quickly followed in their wake, shoving your laptop and notebook into your bag and throwing it over your shoulder as fast as you could.

"Woah, where's the fire?" Yelena asked, raising a brow as she watched you shoot from your seat and rush towards the stairs.

"There's just something I need to take care of," you explained, before rushing away. You didn't have time to explain it now. You had to catch Liz before she disappeared into the crowd - you could explain everything to Yelena later.

You pushed your way down the stairs, squeezing through the crowd, throwing Bucky a look as you passed by his desk, to which he gave you a reassuring nod. You spotted Liz's head over the others and pushed through the hoard of people until you were finally right behind her, tapping her on the shoulder. She paused, turning round, a look of surprise written on her perfect features.

"Do you think we could grab a coffee?" You asked, flustered. "I need to talk to you."

Neither you nor Liz said a single word as you ordered and collected your drinks from the counter at the coffee shop, although there was an unspoken agreement that you would take your drinks to go, not wanting to have this conversation in somewhere as intimate as a coffee shop, especially when it was right beside campus; anyone could walk in at any time and hear what they were saying.

You walked for around ten minutes before Liz eventually spoke up, just as they were nearing the park nearby the college campus.

"So, I think I know what you wanted to talk to me about," she said quietly, her eyes seemingly refusing to meet yours, instead staring straight ahead at the path before them. You sighed, trying to find the right words to express what you wanted to say.

"Why would you do it, Liz?" You asked finally, kicking your feet on the gravel. "I mean, I know we're not really friends, but I didn't think you would ever do anything like this."

"Why wouldn't I?" She shrugged. "Is it right to sleep with a professor for good grades? Do you think that's fair on the rest of the class?"

Her words were laced with venom, but you couldn't see the anger there.

"Do you really think that's why I'm doing this?" You asked, with a frown. "You think I'm doing it for good grades? Does that really sound like something I would do?"

"I honestly don't know," she replied with a fierce shrug. "Why else would you do it? But the thing is, Y/N, the rest of us suffer from you getting special treatment."

"Professor Barnes doesn't give me special treatment," you countered. "When we're in the classroom or at school, he treats me exactly like every other student."

"Then explain to me why you're at the top of the class?" She argued. "When I'm still at the bottom."

And you finally realised; she wasn't angry at the situation, or at Bucky, she was frustrated with you.

"This isn't about Professor Barnes, is it?" You asked slowly, piecing together the hints that she had given you to try and make the full story. "This is about me."

Liz paused, turning to look at you, her long strides coming to a stop in the middle of the path, her dark eyes finally turning to look at you.

"It's not fair."

It was a simple statement, yet there was so much pain in her voice, so much disappointment and resentment in her tone, and for the first time since you'd met her you actually felt sorry for her.

"I get good grades because I work hard. I do extra credit work, I'm always studying, I do anything I can to keep my grades up," you explained. "Professor Barnes doesn't have anything to do with that."

She let out a small laugh, glancing down at her feet awkwardly.

"To be honest, I think I already knew that," she said quietly. "I just-Honestly I'm jealous. You have everything, everything seems so simple for you. You get amazing grades, you're so smart, you're beautiful without even trying, you have a guy like Professor Barnes falling at your feet. And if I want any of those things, I have to work so hard."

You smiled slightly, and when Liz looked up and saw your expression she frowned in confusion.

"You really think I have it easy?" You laughed. "Liz, I basically have no social life because I'm always either in the library or at my desk working and studying. Half the time I look like a complete slob! And honestly? I'm as surprised that Professor Barnes is interested in me as you are, but it's more than just sleeping together. He's important to me, in a way that I've never experienced with any other guy before."

Liz paused, considering what you had said, before looking back up at you. "I'm sorry, ok? I'll delete the video, I never should have sent it in the first place," she said. "I guess I just wanted, for once, to one-up you."

You nodded in understanding, throwing your hand out towards her with a smile. "Friends?"

She pushed your hand away, instead pulling you into a tight hug; she smelled like lemons, although with the way that she held herself, that shouldn't be something that surprised you.

"Friends," she agreed. The pair of you began to walk again, and the tension that had been seated between you earlier was now gone. "Maybe you can help me study sometime? I want to raise my grade."

"Anytime."

You arrived at Bucky's apartment a little after 8:00pm. You and Liz had spent the rest of the afternoon together, heading out for frozen yoghurt, with Liz firing 101 questions at you about Bucky. She had almost lost her mind when you'd called him by his first name rather than 'Professor Barnes', and had apologised profusely for any trouble that she had caused.

When you tried the handle you found that the door was already open, and letting yourself inside you rid yourself of your coat and bag, leaving them by the door.

"Good news!" You called out as you made your way through the apartment towards the lounge. "Liz is going to delete the video, and weirdly I think we're friends now!"

But when you reached the lounge you didn't find Bucky sitting in the armchair with a book like you had expected. Instead, the lights were dimmed, candles placed around the entire room. Three candles sat in the center of the coffee table where two plates of pasta were sitting waiting to be eaten. There was a jar of red roses over a red tablecloth that looked suspiciously like the spare blanket from his bedroom.

That was when Bucky appeared from the kitchen, a glass of red wine in each hand, his cat, Alpine, following closely behind him, rubbing up against his legs.

"Hey doll," he smiled, handing you a glass of wine. He looked delectable, wearing a dark blue suit with a crisp white shirt underneath, the top three buttons undone to show a hint of his chest.

"Bucky, what's going on?" You laughed in astonishment as he took your hand and led you to the coffee table. You hadn't noticed it before, but two of the cushions from the couch had been placed on either side of the table, and he guided you to one of them, helping you to sit down cross-legged by the table, Alpine immediately jumping into you lap and making herself comfortable.

"I know that there's been a lot going on recently, and I wanted to do something just for us," he explained with a smile as he sat down opposite you. "For you."

You couldn't help beaming at the thought as he reached forward and clinked his glass against yours. He had done this just for you. Not as an apology, or so that you'd fall into bed with him, but because he genuinely wanted to, wanted to make you happy.

"Bucky, this is…" you trailed off as his eyes caught yours, blue boring into yours. You got lost in them for a second, an ocean blue that you could simply dive into. "This is perfect."

"You're perfect." You felt as though you could cry; this was everything that you wanted for you and Bucky, to simply be happy, with no worries and nothing to get in your way. You knew that, right now, that wasn't possible, but even just for tonight, you could both forget that, you could play pretend. "That's why I got this made for you."

He placed something on the table, something shiny and small, and slid it over to you. You picked it up, glancing down at it in the palm of your hand. A key.

"It's for this place, a key to my apartment," he explained, and your eyes shot up to meet his in surprised joy. "We might not be able to be together out there, but in here we can be anything we want to be."

"Bucky…" you said quietly, your hand coming to rest over your mouth, tears beginning to well up in your eyes.

"Don't. Don't say anything." He reached over, taking your hand in his, placing a sweet kiss to your knuckles. "This apartment is a safe haven for us. Here, no one can tell us what to do, or how to be. And as my girlfriend, that's all I want for you."

"Girlfriend?" Your eyes widened at the title, your heart beating three times the normal speed. He brought a hand to the back of his neck, scratching there awkwardly, a habit that you realised he brought out whenever he was struggling to emote what he was trying to say.

"If you'll have me?" He asked quietly. "If you want me?"

You smiled, a tear trickling down your cheek.

"Bucky, that's all I want." He reached forward, wiping the tear from your cheek, and that was when you noticed it, the music playing in the background. "Is this my favourite song?"

"Halley's Comet," he confirmed, and you let another tear slip as the song played gently in the background.

In my dreams I seem to be more honest, and I must admit you've been in quite a few.

"I didn't mean to make you cry, doll," Bucky whispered gently, cupping your cheek in his hand. "Please don't cry."

My sleepless nights are better with you than nights could ever be alone.

"I'm crying because I'm happy," was all you could reply. "So, so happy."

I've been loved before but right now in this moment, it feels more and more like I was made for you.

Bucky pulled you close to his chest, and you closed your eyes, taking in his scent, your favourite smell in the world. You never wanted this moment to end.

| @eclecticpatrolroadlawyer | @moonlightreader649 |

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[yoonoclock]

head & heart | myg + jjk

PART TWO

❝yoongi had your heart and your soul. however, after following the poor guidance of family, that bond was broken. years pass before another man walks into your life…reminding you what it felt to be in love. a man who surprises you more than you realize — jeon jeongguk. but all of that begins to falter upon the return of yoongi. what should you follow? your head or your heart?❞

• pairing: captain yoongi x female reader | knight jeongguk x female reader

• genre: fluff, angst, royalty au, fantasy au

• warnings: none

• word count: 3.5k

• tags: @seokjinkismet @princxssly82

• note: changed the banner! jungkook’s vampire shoot has me in a chokehold…anyways…the angst is increasing with this one! yoongi will officially return in the next update! also, i promise more of the “fantasy elements” will appear. it will slowly come to light with each part! let me know what you all think!

PARTS

prologue | pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | pt.6 | pt.7 |

The day moved in an agonizing slow motion. From the moment you woke up, you felt a heaviness on your chest that wouldn’t subside no matter what you tried — pacing back and forth, reading your favorite novel, searching the library of your mind for antedates regarding the darkness. Nothing. As much as the mystery and magic of a world unknown to you is, there is a grief that swallows you whole. 

Min Yoongi. 

How utterly pathetic does it feel to cling to the man of your past? How regret and love interact in a tangled concoction that makes no sense…leaving you far too conflicted to function. 

There is no possibility of change concerning your prior relationship with Yoongi. He has proceeded with a future of wealth and adventure. As for you? You are trapped in a family who couldn’t care less of your fortune. Why help you when they can tend to themselves? Perhaps it should destroy your heart, but it doesn’t grasp you quite the same as heartbreak. 

How pitiful. 

All that you desired was a new start in a direction you are uncertain of. What would you do and where would you find yourself blossoming? Only time will tell. However, time is not on your side today. 

It is clear that you had risen to the early morning where the sound of servants packaging traveled up the stairs. Nearly everything was put away or sold. What remained was the large furniture for the future tenants to claim. It easily impressed you at the speed in which all of this came together. Just yesterday it felt as if the world was still spinning for your fathers benefit. All it takes is for an entire twenty four hours to prove it wrong. 

You are intrigued by this process. It offers a breath of fresh air that could do you some good. 

Only some. 

“My lady,” Maude appeared startled by your appearance in the hallway. “I apologize for waking you.” 

“Please,” you dismissed her apology. “I am too burdened to find proper rest.” 

A moment's pause as Maude dove into work mode to supply for your needs. 

“Should I call upon a doctor?” 

You offered a smile, “Not at all. Seriously movement would do me some good. May I assist you in anything?” 

“I thank you for your kindness,” she bowed slightly. “However, we have everything prepared. All that is left is the bedding.” 

“You all work diligently.” 

It’s no surprise how tirelessly the servants work to supply for the needs of any household. From going to bed long past dusk to rising before the sun kisses the earth good morning, you understood the dedication. Every second poured into a family that may or may not care for you in the slightest. 

You attempt to understand their circumstances and abilities as individuals. Except in the end, you will never be the same. You forever will be nobility while they are not. Claiming to be one with the servants is untrue especially while you continue to be served by them. It’s a complexity that can never be navigated easily. Roles in society define who you are. Rank and fortune guide your lives. Quite absurd and unnecessary. You desperately wished it was something new entirely. 

There were a lot of things you wished were different. 

“Is everything in order with the new tenants?” 

Maude attempts to get your attention through a gentle cough. It doesn’t take long before you look at her in confusion. 

“I would assume so,” you furrowed your brow. “Is there a piece of news that I am unaware of?” 

Maude sighed, “Your father stated that you agreed to remain here to greet the new tenants while he and Florence travel ahead.” 

You roll your eyes. It comes as no surprise that they are quick to leave and force you to do the extra work. The less they have to ensure the better. As for you, who cares? All the time in the world exists at your fingertips. Nothing else encourages you to protest this request seeing as it was already decided. 

“Let the show begin.” 

The next few hours were filled with constant shouting from your father and Florence. Naturally, they had a great deal to say about the contents of the home they could not take with them. It became your sole responsibility to ensure that the new tenants would not ever touch the tapestries or roses in the garden. You smiled in amusement at their audacity. How could they dictate what happens with property that can no longer be claimed? It made you all the more content that you would make the journey alone. Hearing their persistent boastful words of vanity can and is draining. Witnessing this behavior since birth is more than you can bear. 

Peace is all you desire. 

“I assure you that I will make their stay here unbearable,” you assured your father. “In no way can they ever be comfortable.” 

“Precisely,” he nodded his head. “We can’t have peasants tainting our home.” 

“One day we will return and I intend to see it just as it is now,” Florence stated confidently. 

There is no confidence that they would learn to manage their finances any better. However, perhaps a persistent voice of reason is what will set them straight. Lady Frances is the only one to take on that burden. And a major burden it is. 

“The carriage is waiting,” you motioned out the open doors. “It is wise for you to leave hastily as the new tenants arrive shortly.” 

At those words, they immediately rushed out the doors to leave you alone in the midst of the final touches. Truth be told you had no idea when the guests would arrive seeing as it was quite early in the morning. Since all of your personal belongings had already been put away, such as your books, you turned to entertainment from nature. 

Unlike the previous night, you intended to wander the garden to gaze upon the final blooms of the season. You were careful to trace your fingers along the petals in admiration. Every part of it offered a wave of comfort. When you failed to find solace between the four walls of your bedroom, you snuck out to these intertwined paths. The memories poured over you as every significant life circumstance was felt here. Slowly weaving through the bushes, you expressed your emotions wholeheartedly. 

This is one of the few qualities you will miss about this home. You grew up here. From birth and into adulthood…surely, it is difficult to part with the entirety of your existence. 

Nonetheless, life continues. 

You can only cling to what is good and hope to escape what is not. 

Slowly you began to circle back around the way you came when you heard footsteps beyond the towering gates. Normally this was an entrance specific to those who reside here. It is unlikely the new tenants would approach the backside. Although it still was best for you to check so that whoever it may be does not wait longer than what is acceptable. 

Once you turned the corner to the point you could see the gaps through the metal frame, you immediately captured a glimpse of something familiar — glistening armor. 

“Jeongguk?” You ask in confusion. 

Clearly it was him but a part of you still held an ounce of doubt. At the sound of his name he shifted on his heel to meet your gaze. 

“Y/N,” he whispered before taking a bow. 

“Is everything alright?” You pushed open the metal doors until you stood several feet away from him. “Are you…well?” 

Jeongguk’s expression shifted, “Forgive me, my lady. I couldn’t help but wonder…” 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Wonder?” 

“About you,” he finished his sentence. 

The way he spoke those words had an effect on you. It wasn’t a grand feeling or an emotion to be worried about. Instead, it is a fluttering that you forgot existed. Years have passed since you last experienced anything remotely close. Perhaps it’s the longing for any ounce of love that determines your responses. 

It has been 5 years….sigh. 

Jeongguk sensed that this may come off inappropriately so he stumbled over his explanation. 

“It is uncommon for me to interact with any person aside from those I serve,” he adjusted his stance in an attempt to ease his nerves. “Running into you offered a different escape I found to be like a breath of fresh air.” 

“That is high praise,” you offered a smile. “I do thank you for your kindness…as well as your company.” 

His eyes possessed an innocence not due to the lack of anything, rather, to the appearance of eagerness for life. Being limited to the same duty in honor of your king can take a toll. From surviving the same routine to protect (when no serious threat takes places) it can be a rather lonely livelihood. 

On top of that, he was built like chiseled stone statues that filled the halls of nearly every establishment under your cousin’s reign. As odd as an comparison this may be…he truly is a sight that your sister would consider “swoon worthy.” 

Doubt still happened to plague your mind, “Is our interaction that significant? I would assume that I am more of an obligation than a celebration.” 

“Every woman should be celebrated,” Jeongguk answers with no hesitation. 

You couldn’t help but release a loud laugh. 

“Quite a charmer you are,” you slowly move closer. “I can’t recall the last time I was this flattered.” 

Liar. 

You vividly remember the last time you had been flattered to the point of burying your face into your palms. It was after church where you were determined to walk in the rain back home to avoid the ongoing bickering between your sisters. Unwilling to allow you to travel by foot alone, Yoongi accompanied you. 

The rest is history. At least, that is what you should be claiming it to be. 

“I do desire to ask you a question,” Jeongguk built up the courage to proceed with his original goal. 

“By all means, please do share.” 

“Would it be premature to ask that we share further walks together? This time due to our own free will and not based on chance.” He presented it cautiously so as not to alarm you. “If this finds you well, of course. I do not intend on making you uncomfortable.” 

Your expression fell, “I fear this cannot take place as I am unfortunately leaving this home. I’m awaiting the new tenants before I myself depart.” 

Disappointment consumed his entire being. You took note of how his shoulders fell just slightly. Even in such thick armor, you were able to catch a glimpse. 

“Would it be appropriate to communicate by written letters?” He then offered an alternative that would suit this change in distance. 

You eased into a smile, “It would be quite appropriate.” 

“May I inquire about your new home? Where shall you reside?” 

“About a day's journey up north, to Beacon Village.” 

“I wish you safe travels, my lady.” 

“Thank you,” you bowed your head. “I look forward to our conversations.” 

“As do I,” he felt an ounce of hope despite the disappointment he expressed. “I hope you feel welcome to inquire about whatever it is you wish to know.” 

“The same can be said for you.” 

Before anything further could be said you heard the bells ring as it is not official that the tenants have arrived. You look to the gate as Jeongguk mirrors your actions. Your time together has ended. 

“Until we meet again,” Jeongguk pressed his right hand over his chest while he nodded a proper farewell. 

Slowly he watched as you returned back through the gates. Now disappeared from his sight. 

No matter what, he still showed you honor. It is embedded in his system that cannot be erased after one interaction. Truly he does hope that the future is in your favor. Being able to converse with you will add a new dimension to his life. Never once has he had this situation but he could not silence his mind when it came to you. Goes to show that the longing is very much active. Although he doesn’t want this to be the deciding factor. 

Yes, he has never given his affection to anyone. Except now he believes there is a possibility (with time). He is riddled with worry about how to properly convey this. Thankfully, he has discovered how understanding you are. 

He has hope. 

“This is beyond what we envisioned.” 

It is no surprise that they have fallen in love with what was once your home. They traveled through every room to gaze in wonder of its design. When you see it through another person’s perspective, you soon realize what it is you are losing. 

A part of you aches but another part of you is relieved. 

The couple who is so captivated are exactly as Lady Frances described — a hard working husband and wife who are responsible. Captain Andrew and Miss Adaline are beyond kind. You are thankful that these are the individuals who are now taking ownership. 

“I am delighted in your contentment,” you stand back as they proceed through the back doors towards the thriving gardens. “Is there anything else you wish to see?” 

“My dear,” Lady Adaline grasped into your wrists in a gentle embrace. “We have a lifetime to discover all these wonders.”

“Yes indeed,” Captain Andrew beams. “I can see us finishing our lives here.” 

You admired their relationship. How beautiful it is to grow with the one you wholeheartedly love. 

“Must you leave us so soon?” Adaline turns towards you. “We are expecting our cousin, Captain Yoongi, to arrive. A grand dinner in our new home is required!” 

Oh. 

Yoongi is coming back. After all this time…Yoongi is truly going to return from the sea. 

“I thank you,” you forced a smile. “Unfortunately, I think it is best I rejoin my family to ensure all preparations are fulfilled.” 

Adaline nodded in understanding, “We are grateful to you. All blessings for you and your family.” 

Captain Andrew then stepped beside his wife, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “May you have a safe journey.” 

The journey was long as it was gloomy. Not once did the sun appear for a heavy rain formed shortly after your departure. You mindlessly gazed through the glass of the carriage as all kinds of scenery passed you by. Even through the heavy veil of droplets, you managed to see through the grey haze. 

When hidden in loneliness for such a long period of time, it reminds you of how loud your thoughts are. These thoughts intertwine with memories you had assumed were barricaded. Now that Yoongi’s name had been mentioned numerous times in the last few days…it’s natural for the past to return to either bring comfort or haunt you. 

The rain. Rain holds a fondness in your heart. 

“I beg of you to be careful,” Yoongi voiced his concern the second you ran ahead of him. 

“Is the great sea captain afraid?” You called back through laughter. “Fear not, I am indestructible.” 

You could feel the ocean breeze pinch at your skin the closer you came to the shore. Fresh hair filled your lungs with new life that couldn’t be put into words. Everything about this destination evolved into your favorite comfort. Yoongi knew this well as he attempted to bring you here whenever it was suitable. No matter rain or shine, you adored it. 

That is one of many reasons as to why Yoongi cherished you so. His lifestyle was not ideal for many due to being away for months at a time…and now that he has accepted the offer as Captain, it proposes even longer journeys. When he is with you, time moves slowly. He soaks up every second possible so that the future can be bearable in your absence. 

“Would you look at this,” you beamed. “Water is also falling from the heavens.” 

The wet sand felt freeing beneath your bare feet. You began to twirl in circles with your arms spread outwardly. For a moment you closed your eyes to savor the growing blossoming sensation in your chest. Slowly you felt yourself losing balance. Before you could fall, Yoongi was right at your side to catch you. His hands guided you by your waist through a gentle touch. He stabilized you. 

You finally ceased all movement to then meet his warm gaze. The proximity between you two resulted in a warmth spreading along your skin. 

“Oh,” you blurted beneath a whisper. 

He searched your eyes for a moment, “May I kiss you?” 

“Yes,” you answer immediately. 

Yoongi scoots closer until his chest presses against your own. He shifts his right hand to your cheek, not before trailing his fingertips along your frame. Tingles shoot down your legs to the point of quickening your breath at this. Never once has anyone ever caused such a reaction. 

He angled his head to the side, “You are everything.” 

In an instant he feathers his lips upon your own. You melt into his touch, perfectly molding your mouths together. 

Every fiber of your being ignited into a burning passion. This is all you desire. He is what you desire. 

The carriage hit what appeared to be a rock in the path. Everything shook to the point of tearing you back into reality. When you blinked rapidly you came to see distant structures. You were almost there at your new home. Excitement should flood your veins but it is merely disappointment. 

Why are these visions and thoughts troubling you so much? Could it be that you truly were still in love or are you simply lonely? There is a lot of conflict in your heart. 

A major concern is the intent with Jeongguk. Is there intent for something beyond a friendship? No one can quite place it when you have only interacted twice. For some, twice is enough to determine if they are meant to be (quite like for your sisters). You are not the same as them. 

Whatever the intent may actually be, in no way do you intend on leading Jeongguk to believe romance is a key factor. If you are unsure of yourself, why would you harm someone else? 

Jeongguk must know the reality of your heart. 

You are determined to make it a priority to write to him as soon as you are settled. 

“You look awful,” Florence smirks. “At least I managed to maintain my looks.” 

“That’s the difference between you and I,” you removed your gloves. “I don’t have to maintain myself, it comes quite naturally.” 

Florence gasped, “Insulting to insinuate that I am the ugly one.” 

You grinned at her to further stir the pot when your father appeared to kill the mood, “Y/N, please fix yourself. We require a level of sophistication that is required of nobility.” 

“What nobility?” You raise an eyebrow. “We are forced from our home because you abused the sanctity of what was nobility.” 

“Our fortune is used to showcase our wealth,” Florence intercedes. “Can you not see the value in that? No longer will we bother to give to charity.” 

“Splendid,” you roll your eyes as you begin to step away. “I shall find my room to rest. Please leave your fortune at bay” 

You didn’t care to listen to any further bickering. There is a great deal that has transpired in the last few days to leave you bed ridden. Except you still had the energy to write to Jeongguk. 

Perhaps you were putting too much thought into it. Or maybe it was everything it was supposed to be. 

“Oh Y/N,” you bury your face into your hands. “Be cautious.” 

You took a seat at the writing desk that had been preserved over the journey for you to use. It was positioned beside the window where now it had turned into the night. The moon cast high in the sky to offer a blanket of soft light. For you it was not enough to see the paper, so you take out a candle and light it. 

Before you a flickering flame brought a wavering warmth. Slowly you reach for the ink to scribble any coherent sentences that come to mind. 

Dear Jeongguk, 

I pray that this letter doesn’t appear hastily on my end. I desire to make it known of my heart before you. Sincerely do I wish for us to form a friendship that is honest and pure. As it stands, I am conflicted with a previous love that has long been dismissed. However, I find myself facing waves of feelings that rekindle what once was. I am uncertain as to what that entails. 

He is not a part of my life in any shape or form. But that doesn’t mean traces of him are not present. 

These are my truths that I desire to share. If you wish to no longer proceed with our previous decision to communicate through this distance, I understand. 

Thank you for the honor of your protection and guidance from my foolish mistake. 

May you always be safe,

Y/N. 

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Shadows Tell Me (If He Really Cares) (3/4)

Summary: For someone whose job title is “spymaster of the Night Court”, Azriel Shadowsinger is surprisingly oblivious to Gwyneth Berdara’s heavy-handed flirtation this Winter Solstice season (or is he?). What will it take for these bumbling fools to get together before the night ends? A mish-mash of Gwynriel holiday fluff (set post-ACOSF).

A gift for @shadowsxgwynriel for @acotargiftexchange!!

Notes: I made a Youtube playlist to go with this fic! Keep reading for Gwynriel caroling fluff!

Read: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | AO3

🎶3 days before Solstice🎶 It was only late afternoon, but the red winter sun was already setting on the horizon. As Azriel briefed Rhys on the latest news in the River House, his mind wandered towards what Gwyn was doing. Probably transcribing manuscripts in the library. Azriel could picture Gwyn concentrating on an ancient book, brows furrowed and pen scribbling, her hair falling down to shield her face. Or maybe she is gossiping with Nesta over afternoon snacks at the House of Wind.

He was starving by the time he finished recounting his mission to the Dawn Court. Rhys had invited Azriel to stay for dinner, but Azriel declined. He needed time to recharge after a long day of work. Peace and quiet were essential to his mental sanity, and as much as he loved his nephew Nyx, babies were prone to crying at the most inopportune moments. 

Azriel rounded the corner and slammed into Gwyn. Gods damn it, you sneaky bastards, he cursed at his shadows. You need to stop surprising me with the priestess. The River House was the last place Azriel expected to see her, too. 

“Oof! Sorry about that, Az!” Gwyn furtively tucked a bound package into her satchel. “What are you doing here?” Azriel stared at the priestess for a good five seconds, taking in her warm blue eyes and the rosy curve of her lips, before registering the fact that her voice was high-pitched and breathless. That’s suspicious, he thought. That’s weird. 

“I was giving Rhysand an update. What are you doing here?” Azriel tried to lean casually against the wall. 

Gwyn blinked at his face, at a similar loss for words. “Nothing?”

“What’s that in your bag?” Azriel jutted out his chin at her brown satchel.

“Nothing.” Gwyn’s teal eyes darted sideways nervously.

Azriel raised a brow. “You’re acting very strange right now, Berdara. Hand it over.” 

“No!” Gwyn turned away, walking down the hall quickly. 

“Gwyneth. Hey! Gwyneth!” Azriel caught up to her with a light jog. “As spymaster of the Night Court, I demand to know what you have in your bag.”

“Why?”

Azriel blew a sigh of frustration. “Why? Because you don’t come to the River House on a regular basis? Because you could be sneaking court confidential information out?” 

Gwyn’s jaw dropped. “You really think I would do that? That I’m selling you guys out?” Her voice was hurt.

“What? No! I mean, no, but you really did just answer my questions with vague ‘nothing’ so how could I not be suspicious?” Azriel protested.

“It’s a Solstice present,” Gwyn mumbled, clutching her satchel tighter to her chest. 

“Who’s it for?” 

“You.” Azriel crossed his arms sternly. Of course she would say that…social rules kept him from peeking at a Solstice gift meant for him. Gwyn also stopped and sighed. “You have to trust me, Az. Please? You think Rhysand and Feyre’s wards would just let me in? I’m not part of your family!” 

Not part of the family? Azriel’s shadows swirled around him indignantly. What does she mean, not part of the family?!? Why isn’t she part of the family yet, hmm? Also, can’t you see our priestess is distressed, Azriel?

They’re right. Azriel paused. She’s right. His heart pounded painfully in his chest at Gwyn’s forlorn expression. He took a step back. “I-I’m sorry, Gwyn. I just got back from another court…I’m still in work mode and…and I was not thinking straight.” 

Gwyn bit her lip and stared at her feet, contemplating. “You sure are apologizing a lot these days,” she said softly after a pause. 

“Only when it comes to you, it seems.” As they silently regarded each other, Gwyn’s stomach suddenly growled loudly in the hallway. She placed a hand on her abdomen sheepishly.

“You know what? I accept food as an apology,” Gwyn announced. “Care to take me out to dinner before we go back home?” 

Take me out to dinner. Go back home. Our home? Azriel wondered if he heard the priestess correctly. A shadow seemed to kick him in the leg. “Oh! Yes, I was just thinking of…of picking something up to eat before flying home,” Azriel stammered out. “Let’s go. I’m starving, too.”

“Great!” Gwyn smiled cheerfully, the worried creases of her brow melting away. She bounced her way down the hall, clearly excited at the prospect of food.

“What do you want to eat, Gwyn?” Azriel asked. Take me out to dinner. Go back home. Her nonchalant words echoed in his mind. 

“I’m good with anything. It’s up to you, Az!” Gwyn chirped, throwing the ball back into Azriel’s court. “I don’t know Velaris as well as you do, and I trust your pick.” A blast of cold air greeted them as they strode out the front door. 

Azriel had shared plenty of meals alone with Gwyn up at the House of Wind. But this was going to be different. They were going out to a real restaurant. Which they had never done before. It would be like a date. Well…is Gwyn trying to make it a date, or did she just want me to buy her food? Am I trying to make it a date by thinking of it as a date? What if she doesn’t like the place I pick? Wait, what place SHOULD I pick? 

“Eeeek!” Gwyn’s squeal snapped Azriel’s frazzled mind back to reality. The Valkyrie’s feet had slipped on the cobblestone, and she was windmilling her arms wildly for balance. 

“Cauldron, Gwyn!” Azriel’s hands, strong and secure, shot out to grab her around the waist. He steadied her, watching the panic fade from her teal blue eyes as she regained solid footing. “Be careful with the ice!” 

“Oh. So that was what you meant when you said that snow on the ground turns to ice.” Gwyn gave him a sheepish grin. “See? You definitely catch me most of the time.” 

Azriel only sighed and offered his arm again, but Gwyn grabbed his bare hand instead. “You don’t mind this, do you?” she asked quickly, her eyes apprehensive. 

“Not at all,” Azriel managed to croak out, though every nerve in his scarred hand felt like they were exploding with fireworks. In his 500 years of existence, this was the first time he strolled the streets of Velaris holding someone’s hand. The sensation was simultaneously thrilling, yet comforting. And when Gwyn squeezed his hand, Azriel felt like Velaris had truly become home. 

He had no idea where to go for dinner, but his shadows certainly did. They motioned for him and Gwyn to follow them through the winding streets, into a cute cafe tucked in a small square. It must be a new establishment, Azriel mused, for he had never eaten there before. He gulped audibly after realizing how fancy it was on the inside. 

I’m trusting you all to make the right decision, he said sternly to the shadows. 

Don’t worry, Azriel. She will love it, they reassured him. We picked the perfect place for you to win our priestess over! Azriel stifled the urge to growl at the meddling wisps that tittered over their heads. 

🎶After dinner🎶

Gwyn had read about dinner dates in her romance novels, but she certainly wasn’t prepared to have one with Azriel on this fine evening. Her question had been asked in jest, but it seemed he took her request to eat dinner very seriously. This isn’t an OFFICIAL dinner date, Gwyn tried to tell herself as she gripped Azriel’s hand. Azriel will probably grab a quick bite from a market stall because he’s a busy male. Don’t expect too much. 

But then the shadows led them to a fairly nice establishment. With tablecloths and candles. It looked positively romantic, and she was not dressed—nor prepared—for such an occasion.

Gwyn’s empty stomach did flip-flops when Azriel asked the waitress for a table for two. It twisted into knots when he pulled a chair out for her to sit. It churned uneasily when she took in the overwhelming number of options on the menu. 

But her worries dissipated by the time food came out. Gwyn and Azriel ravenously dug into savory flatbreads, hearty soups, and grilled meats. Despite the more formal setting, their conversation was lighthearted and natural: Azriel regaling her with stories of the Dawn Court, Gwyn sharing the latest library drama with Merrill. 

Gwyn had tipped her head back with bright laughter at several of Azriel’s sarcastic jokes. And the shadowsinger gave her his undivided attention, his hazel eyes warm like pools of honey in the candlelight. The shadows were calm, too, for they lounged on the tops of Azriel’s wings

When it came time to pay, Gwyn was ready to fight Azriel to foot her half of the bill. “You don’t need to pay me back, Berdara,” he said calmly, handing the waitress a pile of coins. Gwyn frowned. She was the one who proposed going out to eat, but the spymaster ended up paying. Surely he knew that males paying for dinner meant the dinner was classified as a date.  

“I’m scared to consider what kind of favor you’re calling in for that,” Gwyn grumbled as they walked out the door. “A hundred push-ups? Polishing your entire dagger collection? Handing over my chocolate stash?” 

Azriel chuckled. “As enticing as those sound, Berdara, I’m not going to ask for those. Your pleasant company is enough for me.”

“You flatter me, Az,” Gwyn replied dryly. 

“Did you like the restaurant, though?” he asked worriedly. 

“Of course! I loved it. It was the nicest place I’ve been to,” she assured him. “I haven’t had food that tasty in ages.” 

“Good. The shadows have good taste, then. Anyways…that was a lot of food. I think I need to take a walk,” Azriel said, stretching his wings out and shaking them. “Care to join me before we go home?” Gwyn’s heart pounded at how his phrasing paralleled her earlier ask. There’s no way it could have been a coincidence, she thought as Azriel’s hazel eyes twinkled with amusement. He’s doing it deliberately…teasing me…and sending me a message? 

The ease at which their hands slipped together made Gwyn feel as if they’d held hands a million times already. Gwyn had watched the shining city from the mountains nearly every night, longing to partake in the lively activities. And now, she was truly here, in a city come to life in the dark. If Velaris was delightful during the day, it was far more charming at night. As Gwyn and Azriel wandered through the Velaris Rainbow, Gwyn couldn’t help but wonder if this was how first dates were supposed to feel. 

He took me out to eat. We’re holding hands. We’re exploring the city. This checks all the boxes for a date, but…it’s not, Gwyn mused.

I feel giddy, but I also feel comfortable. I feel safe. I feel…Gwyn blinked, realizing that she no longer saw Sangravah as her home. I feel like I’m home when I’m with Azriel. 

At the jingle of bells, the pair cocked their heads. “I think those are carolers,” Azriel observed.

Indeed, a small group of carolers were singing traditional Solstice songs in the next square over. Bells, violins, lutes, guitars, and drums also provided the supporting melody. Though the city square’s acoustics were not as perfect as the underwater cave for the priestesses, the beautiful music was still clear and the carolers’ mighty voices vibrated powerfully through the winter chill. 

Having done plenty of singing with the priestesses, Gwyn was content to listen. But then one of the lead carolers beckoned to the crowd gathered in the square. “Audience members, please join us in the songs! The more the merrier!” 

As the Fae around them swelled in song, Gwyn tempered the volume of her voice, allowing the carolers and audience members to take center stage. Halfway through the carol, though, she noticed that Azriel had remained resolutely quiet. “Excuse me, but I have yet to hear you sing! Come on, Az!” Gwyn elbowed him playfully. The shadowsinger’s face was stiff and apprehensive, but Gwyn’s buoyant vocals and encouraging smiles eventually coaxed Azriel to open his mouth. 

They call you shadowsinger. Is it because you sing? Gwyn had asked him that last Solstice. Now, nearly a year later, she finally heard the shadowsinger’s song. And it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard. 

Music always had a special place in Gwyn’s heart, but it was Azriel’s voice that plucked at the strings of her very soul. It was like her heart recognized his song and his energy as the missing piece to her world.

Gwyn had heard Azriel speak the ancient language when they worked on some of her translations together, but hearing him sing those foreign words was a wholly new experience. Her mezzo-soprano tone was soft and husky, full of light and smooth as honey. Azriel’s low voice amplified, matching her’s in strength and intensity. Their melodies wove together, sweet and strong and full of electrifying energy. 

Azriel’s shadows even pirouetted and fluttered between their wisps of breath, merrily dancing to the festive carol. When the carol came to a close with dramatic flourish, Azriel glanced down at Gwyn, whose face was red-cheeked from the cold. She crossed her arms over her chest, raising her eyebrows. “What?” he asked, amused.

“I cannot believe you’ve been hiding the voice of an angel from me!” Gwyn pouted. 

Azriel gave her a crooked smile. “Some secrets are mine to keep,” he said mysteriously. 

“Hmph. Not anymore, shadowsinger,” Gwyn said with smug satisfaction. “I will learn all your little secrets.” 

“Uh huh. That’s very believable,” he quipped wryly, a strange look crossing his face. The carolers and audience launched into the next song, prompting the pair to rejoin them. When the caroling was over, Gwyn and Azriel continued to make their way to the House of Wind. As they walked, Azriel continued to hum the carols under his breath, his handsome face peaceful and content. 

The city’s holiday spirit was so different from the measured formality of the priestess celebrations. Gwyn peeked through golden-lit windows as they walked by. Families were gathered around the dinner table, artists put up last-minute decorative touches, and couples slow-danced in living rooms. It was so merry, so full of life. I wonder if I will ever have a cozy home like that, one day. If Azriel and I…if we will ever have a life together like normal people. 

Having the spymaster walk slowly beside her, with her hand snugly warm in his…that dream seemed closer to reality than ever. The night was almost perfect. Almost.

“You’ve been very quiet, priestess,” Azriel observed.  

“I was just thinking…that there are so many beautiful things in the world,” Gwyn said carefully, parsing through her thoughts. They’d reached the base of the mountain, which meant Azriel would fly her up any minute now. She turned around, gazing at the streets before her that were vibrant with life. “Reading and dreaming of faraway lands has been nice…but the real world has been happening right under my nose all along. And being out in Velaris tonight…it feels like my hopes and dreams are finally coming true.”

Read: Chapter 4

#gwynriel #gwyn berdara #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn x azriel #gwynriel fanfic #gwynriel fluff #acotar solstice #acotar gift exchange #acotar secret santa #acotar secret santa 2022

[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC Kiss Week Day 4: Safe

WIP: Darkspace Portent Pairing: Scotty x Guetry Timeline: …???? CW: none Rating: T Words: 1,756

Additional Note: If you really wanna get fucked up, the accompanying music piece to this is “Rising Morning” by Christian Gray

***

"Hey, Scotty. Rise and shine."

Normally the routine of waking was instant, a few seconds of pulling himself out of sleep mode. Now, coming into consciousness took a bit longer, a groggy wakefulness that shuddered through his entire chassis and made him hyper-aware of the fact that he had been asleep. Prone on a flat surface of some sort, harsh lights shining in his face, people in various armor carrying weapons hurrying around beyond the void.

…Someone just called him Scotty.

"You had us sweating there for a minute." A face moved in closer, smiling, clear blue eyes sparkling and making it very noticeable that they weren't wearing a helmet. "You good? Do you remember taking a bullet to the chest like a major badass?"

Scot blinked and he felt his brow scrunch, moving to force himself into an inclined position. He adjusted his lenses, dampened the brightness of the light in his eyes enough to make out the rest of the face. He caught a few days of beard growth and deep sable hair pushed back, a few strands of it falling into his face, a tattoo covering the entire right side of his neck, disappearing into the shoulder of his heavy armor.

But Scot knew what was there. He'd seen it many times. As a reflection in the mirror, sure, but he knew every angle of every shape down to the most precise decimal point. He knew what the scars under those tattoos looked like, where they were thickest, and how long it took for that skin to heal.

"Guetry…"

"Don't do that again." Guetry gripped the upper part of Scot's arm, and though he kept up the warm grin, his eyes conveyed worry and affection. "We appreciate all the work you do out in the field but I don't wanna have to write a eulogy for an android. Oh—okay…" He paused as Scot snaked his arms around him, his demeanor easing, returning the tight embrace with surprise and acceptance. "Okay. I've got you."

Scot held him, passed a hand over his hair. Soft, silky, warm from being under a helmet for so long. He pressed his palm to Guetry's cheek, committed to memory the feel of stubble against his synthetic skin. He traced his fingers down to the neck portion of the tattoo, registering the raised scar tissue beneath it.

Guetry pulled back, patient, and held his hand away from him. "I can sense something's out of whack right now," he said. "And I'm not revoking permission to feel me up, but I'm gonna have to put a pin in it for just a little bit. Just a little while. Don't know if you remember, but we're kinda in the middle of a thing here."

Scot only then realized they were in an open shuttle, facing what appeared to be a camp, soldiers and operatives rushing in every direction past the door. The rest of Guetry's team waited outside, stocking up on supplies and ammo, getting directions from their commanders, occasionally glancing into the shuttle for an update. Mercury offered a sheepish wave, which Scot reciprocated in hopes of putting him at ease.

"I have to go back out there," Guetry said, reaching to the floor for his helmet. "I want you to stay here this time. They need to get that bullet out of your chest cavity and I don't want anything making that task impossible or pointless. Clear?"

"Guetry," Scot said quickly, grabbing his wrist. "Please."

With wide eyes, Guetry glanced from his wrist to Scot's face. Instead of wrenching himself free or even making a joke to dismiss him, he placed a hand against Scot's cheek. "Hey. It's alright. We're just support for the fliers right now—nothing's going to happen. I'll be back. That's a promise. I'm coming back to you."

Hesitating, Scot released his wrist, watching as he placed his helmet over his head. He couldn't explain his panic, the unbridled fear coursing through his circuitry, or why he couldn't tell if any of this was real or a convincing simulation. He'd never experienced this level of emotion in the time he'd been a functioning intelligence.

Having been faced with the increasing likelihood at that moment, only one thing appeared to be worse than losing Guetry, and that was the idea of losing Guetry again.

Guetry squeezed his hand before hopping out of the shuttle. Someone, previously unseen, came up from behind to put him into sleep mode once more.

—

He heard cheers and hollers before he could see anything. Scot opened his eyes as a technician relayed his status to a group passing the shuttle's open door. Mercury, Guetry, and a woman Scot didn't recognize all removed their helmets, wide smiles and bright faces at the news.

Guetry cast a glance into the shuttle, tucking the helmet under an arm. "Thanks," he told the technician. "I'd throw a fit if anything happened to my guy."

"You'll throw a fit if there aren't enough cheesy snacks," Mercury teased, moving with the others out of sight. "You'll throw a fit if you wake up a minute before time. You'll throw a fit if—"

"I'll throw a fit if you don't go away."

"That, too." Mercury laughed and popped out of sight around the side of the shuttle.

Guetry looked properly at Scot, now. Relieved, tired, covered head to toe in a layer of sweat from the fight, perfectly framed within the doorway of the shuttle, but happy. "Ready to go, my dear?"

Scot climbed out of the shuttle after making sure he wasn't attached to anything. The technician attending to him had gotten stuck into something else, not paying either of them any mind anymore.

And then there he stood, in front of Guetry, who was taller than he'd imagined he'd be. Taller than the chassis. Small wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from smiling, well-groomed eyebrows, pointed chin, thin frame. Hair not as neat as it'd been before. Cheeks flush with color, still somewhat out of breath, but eyes bright and looking at Scot as if he was the only thing that mattered in the whole of the entire universe.

"What's going on with you," Guetry asked softly.

"I've had…a rough experience."

"I'll bet. Wanna tell me about it?"

"No." Scot tilted his head. "…I think I would rather kiss you, instead, if I may."

With a new, cheeky edge to his grin, Guetry made a show of sneaking a peek around the camp, where not a single other soul cared about what was happening between them. "Ooh, here? In the middle of a battlefield? I dunno. People might throw things at me and call me a delinquent. Which I am and have been most of my life, but…I get the weird feeling it'll hurt more coming from other vets."

"Guetry, I love you." Scot's jaw tightened and he felt as if he were going to sink into the planet's crust at any moment. "I didn't know it was possible, and I don't think it ever will be again. And I wanted to tell you in case I never have this chance in the future."

All traces of humor left Guetry's expression. He reached up to ghost a thumb over Scot's cheek. "God, Scotty, I love you, too. So fucking much." A single heartbeat's worth of a gaze, and he cupped his face and pulled him close, pressing their lips together.

Scot buried his fingers into Guetry's hair, and he heard the sound of the helmet falling to the ground before a pair of arms wrapped around him, slid up his back, taking care not to ram a piece of armor into his chassis. Scot's system warmed, coolant working overtime to prevent him from overloading, and he wanted to disappear into his arms until the end of time.

Guetry nipped gingerly at Scot's mouth, stroked the side of his face, braced him against his chest. Allowing space between them proved to be a difficult endeavor. "I don't know what's going on with you," he murmured, running his fingers over Scot's features, "but if you need me to tell you every second of every damn day from this one forward, I will. I love you more than I've loved anything or anyone else. Do you understand me?"

Scot's face twisted in anguish. "Yes."

"I will always love you. Until the day I die. And when that happens, you pick up your pieces and keep going."

"I don't want to function without you."

"You don't have a choice." Guetry took his chin, and Scot wasn't so sure that he didn't know, in some way, what was going on. "You keep going. You hear me?"

Scot peered up into his face. With all the strength he could conjure, he nodded. The inside of his chest stuttered.

"Your purpose is you. It's the greatest one you'll ever have." Guetry held him tight enough to break. "It's the greatest one I've ever had. Thank you for keeping me breathing on my own for as long as you could."

Sudden darkness. An open door.

Scot stood still, waiting.

This wasn't a shuttle. It wasn't even a planet. A ship, with the name Setae'togun painted on the side in large, white letters, streaming through space. Guetry was gone.

Warren Cougar stepped into the doorway. His brows drawn, mouth a tight line. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to.

Scot clocked the wetness rolling down his own cheek and turned his face away from the door. He blinked at the bulkhead. "…I didn't know I could cry."

"I didn't think it'd ever happen." Warren swallowed. "But Christ, I'm so sorry I was wrong. We can take you to NodeSource if you wanna squash that ability as soon as possible."

"No." Scot let more tears flow, observing the pattern they made when they fell to the floor of his quarters. "I couldn't tell you why, but no."

"I might have an idea as to why." Warren sniffed. "Want me to get out of here?"

"He was your best friend."

Warren nodded, clearing his throat against the onslaught that threatened to bowl him over. "…I fucking miss him, man."

"Human fragility is a devastation." Scot reached out a hand, and Warren took it. "I mourn the millennia of pain it's caused each and every one of you…though I'm grateful to have known you."

Warren held his hand, and they remained in one another's company, reliving better times until they felt the incomprehensible weight lift off their chests.

#OCK2 #Darkspace Portent #pair: Permanent Geometry #repost

[natromanxoff]

Roger Taylor live at the Manchester University in Manchester, UK - March 20, 1999

Photos supplied by: Chris Phillips

Fan Stories

“It was the second time in just four and half months that I found myself with a smile on my face, making the journey down from Lancaster to Manchester to see a former Queenie in action... if only Brian and Roger could always tour this frequently! After the obligatory purchase of a tour shirt on the way in, I headed upstairs to the University Debating Hall and settled for a centre-stage position on the fifth row - just a couple of feet from my place upon Roger's visit of December 1994. After plenty of conversation and storytelling from Rog's previous dates which helped pass the intervening hour or so, at 8.30 the house lights went down and Treana took the stage. I've got to say that I wasn't at all sure what I was expecting from her as it's difficult to gauge an opinion from those contributions she made to "Electric Fire". I must say at this point that I felt sorry for her accompanying guitarist, Alden Evans, who had to sit like a complete lemon through the first track "I'll Sing For You" which Treana performed solo. Surely he could have been brought out afterwards, not unlike Matt Exelby (Roger's rhythm guitarist) who played keyboards on, and added backing vocals to, some of Treana's other songs? That moan aside, it was a gentle little number which nicely shifted the crowd from their pre-gig chatter to "paying attention" mode. (Incidentally, scrutiny of the sleeve notes show that Matt also features on one of the tracks on Treana's album, playing his more customary guitar). All in all, Treana's set was, in my opinion, rather impressive and certainly pleasing on the ears. "Naked On You" is certainly catchy and despite this being only the fifth night of the tour, quite a few people in the front few rows certainly already knew all the words. I think it was around about the end of this song that I decided that a copy of her album would be finding its way into my pocket before I left the venue. "Warning", "You Call Me Up" (a track not featured on her album) and "I Know Better" followed, leading up to the climax of her set. Now, "Sleeping On The Sidewalk" has always been an interesting piece of Queen history, being as it was recorded in a single take when the band weren't aware the tapes were still rolling. The fact that Treana had decided to play this old Queen chestnut to a predominantly Queen (no disrespect to Rog as a solo artist, but we know where our heritage lies!) audience just ahead of a former Queen artist taking the stage was a big risk. But she certainly does the song written by the curly haired cloggy one justice, using a rather different arrangement which features some really lovely blues licks, particularly in the opening bars. Just twenty five minutes and six songs later (definitely not enough, IMO) and it was time for Treana and her cohorts to bid their farewells to plenty of applause, cheering and smiles from the crowd. Ten or so minutes of work from the roadies - I'm surprised it even took them that long to shift four acoustic guitars and a couple of stools! - and the stage was ready for RMT.

Following a series of taped introductory noises reminiscent of "Interlude In Constantinople" from "Fun In Space", the band took to the stage. Roger immediately headed in the direction of the second drum kit, sporting his Henry Ford look (i.e. any colour so long as it's black), a somewhat trimmed beard and his usual cheeky grin. After blasting out the opening salvo of "We Will Rock You" and waking up the hearing of those who had only just wandered in from the bar, Rog wandered down towards the front of the stage, cast a quick glance along the front couple of rows and, before launching into his first vocal, pulled his tongue out. Now, whereas Brian seems to take his shows very seriously, Rog is very visibly just out to have fun - that's no complaint about either of them, just an observation that they are obviously quite happy to go out and do their own thing, and quite right too! Roger co-drummed the opening to "Pressure On", which was succeeded by "A Nation Of Haircuts" ('that one is a bit energetic for someone of my age'), "Believe In Yourself", ('here's an old one') "I Want To Break Free", "No More Fun" ("lot's of fun really!!!"), and "Tonight". As with it's previous outings at Cross gigs, "A Kind Of Magic" was preceeded by some electronic wizardry but then warmed up into the song proper. It was then time for the forthcoming single, "Surrender", which saw Treana making one of several return trips to the stage. Having received my promo of the single on the morning of the gig, leading to an inevitable "play it to death" mentality before heading to Manchester, I've got to say I wasn't overly grabbed by the live version. But, admittedly, I'd probably already had more than my fill of that song for one day. Back to the Queen catalogue and "These Are The Days of Our Lives" came along, as moving as ever. Although Roger obviously doesn't perform it anything like Freddie, you just feel there is something significant about his own version that you can't quite put your finger on, given it was one of the last pieces he wrote for Freddie to sing. Back to the drum kit for Roger and after a nice piece a quick nod to Steve Barnacle yields the bassline to "Under Pressure". An interesting choice, and one which I believe Roger and Treana perform far better than David Bowie and Annie Lennox did at the Tribute Concert. "London Town, C'mon Down" brings the main set to a thundering and all-too-soon climax. Before retaking the stage for the first encore, RMT swaps his black shirt and jacket for a white shirt and waistcoat - if I was being facetious, I might suggest that he was trying to emulate BHM's trademark late 80's look *;-) Stunning versions of "I'm In Love With My Car" and "Tenement Funster" give proof positive that good live songs are good live songs irrespective of their age - or indeed that of their performer! It's certainly hard to believe that Roger is now basically double the age he was when he wrote those tracks. "Strange Frontier" dutifully followed but was somewhat marred by some very audible crackling over the intro. The song was well-received, but I personally think that "Man On Fire" works better. That said, it's nice not to have too many of the same tracks from tour to tour. The band vacated the stage for a second time and, it has to be said, that the calls for another encore were less than rapturous. But, thankfully, the band dutifully returned as per the set-list to finish off with "Happiness" and "Radio Ga Ga", complete with the traditional sea of arms.

Electric Fire is, I believe, a whole different affair live than on a piece of plastic - far more energy, far less production and far more enjoyable. It was certainly nice to see Mr. Taylor behind a full kit for parts of four or five songs - of course, more would have been nice! - and the lad can certainly still drum like the best of 'em. The band were tight all night and everyone appeared to leave the place with the feeling that they had got more than their moneys worth. Hello to all those I knew at the gig,namely Simon D. (what a way to celebrate a birthday, eh!?), Andy, James, Simon H., Sarah, Kev, Glenys, Paul and Jamie. Oh, and of course, a quick mention to the Tunney's who I *will* meet in person and not just post-gig cyberspace one of these days! BTW: Am I the only one who thinks that Matt Exelby is trying to look like Jarvis Cocker, while Jason Falloon lookes increasingly akin to The Edge from U2?” - Ste Wade

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#queen #queen band #roger taylor #roger meddows taylor #queen concerts #roger taylor concerts

[spookywhumping]

Whumptober Day 30

No. 30 NOTE TO SELF: DON’T GET KIDNAPPED | “Please don’t touch me.”

(Decided to do something new for this one. Robot whump—with a new character! Just playing around with some ideas, really.)

It was midnight. Probably. Their internal clock could have been off, it hadn’t been receiving radio signals for...some time now. But they guessed it was late at night by how quiet the facility was. The hum of lights and chatter of people had faded away. It wasn’t gone entirely. But it was faded. They liked it when it was faded.

And then the door opened. They raised their head, eyes adjusting to the difference in light levels. In walked one of the facility workers. Human. Female. Brown hair and eyes. Wearing the same blue jumpsuit as many of the other workers here. They’d figured out that the ones in jumpsuits were maintenance or technicians of some sort.

“Alright,” the worker—technician?—muttered, tapping at a tablet in her hands. She reached over and turned on the lights to the room. Their eyes adjusted once more. “Android. Of course they’d give me one of those, god damn... bastards...” she trailed off into insulting grumbles as she stepped further into the room.

They inched backwards, getting closer to the wall. Now that the lights were on, they could clearly see a duffel bag slung over the technician’s shoulder. It made a clanking sound every time she took a step. Which probably meant... “Please don’t touch me,” they said quietly.

The technician looked over at them, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Uh...I’m gonna,” she said. “It’s my job. They’ll notice if I just leave without doing anything.” She continued to approach. “Don’t move.”

They froze for a moment, but then overcame it and kept backing up until they hit the wall. Their eyes darted back to the door that the technician had left open. If only they could just stand up and leave the room. But the wires attached to their torso and head prevented that. They were embedded firmly, and they knew for a fact that one of them was connected to their power source—which, until recently, had been an internal, chargeable battery. But the facility had removed that battery, and replaced it with a plug. Like for an appliance. Now they couldn’t leave.

“Okay.” The technician knelt to the ground, putting her duffel bag on the floor next to her. She opened it wide and rummaged around until she pulled out some tool with a curved end. Then she checked the tablet again, nodding before setting that down as well. “Here we go.” She reached forward.

“Please don’t.” They scrabbled to the side, avoiding her hand. “I know you have a job, but you can say no. You can tell your boss that you don’t want to.”

She laughed. “God, you really don’t get it. Why are you so bothered? You can’t feel pain.”

“That doesn’t mean it feels good,” they said carefully.

“You have a sleep mode. If you’re so worried, go to sleep.”

“I can’t. It has a cooldown.” The technician kept reaching for them. They ducked lower to the ground, trying to avoid her hand for just a little longer. “But you don’t have to do this. Just come back later if you really have to, I’m sure the people in charge would understand.” They tried to smile reassuringly. Difficult to do when there were only so many expressions their hardware was built to handle.

“Sorry, I can’t clock out until I do all my assignments. And you’re one.” The technician grunted, frustrated. “Aren’t you supposed to follow orders? Stop moving around!”

“That’s not how it works—” Her hand grabbed the side of their head, and they abruptly stopped talking. Their whole body froze. They didn’t want it to. But it did. Why? That wasn’t supposed to happen. Was there a new command written in there? When did someone do that?

“Finally.” The technician sighed. Her other hand reached for one of their eyes, holding back the artificial lid. She adjusted her grip so she could hold it open with one hand and wield that curved tool with the other. “This’ll only take a minute,” she said, and pressed the tool to the corner of the mechanical eye.

Why? Why was this happening? Their eyes were perfectly functional. All of them had been perfectly functional. Why were these new people changing things? They weren’t upgrades. They felt different.

Pop. Pop. All visual input ceased. Their central processor whirred with warnings as panic rose, filling their chest and throat cavities. But the technician was still holding their head in one hand, and their body wouldn’t respond. What sort of command could override the warnings?

Click. Click. Their vision went in and out of focus, tuning through several filters as everything calibrated. “See? Not so bad,” the technician said. She dropped the old parts into the duffel bag and stood up.

The moment she let go, they shifted to the side, head hitting the ground with a heavy clunk. They could feel their cooling system slowing down, returning to normal level. The technician was already leaving. They watched her walk away in silence, turning off the lights as she left the room.

#whumptober2022 #no.30 #please don't touch me #OC #medium writing #whump writing #whump #whumptober #robot whumpee #robot whump #oc tag: trix17

[govindhtech]

MSI Thin 15 B13V Gaming Laptop Benchmarks: One that fits all

MSI 15 Thin gaming laptop

A hearty welcome to the new MSI Thin 15 B13V.They have a lot more to share as the next generation carrying on the legacy of the Thin series. Featuring the all-new AI features, Streaming & Audio system, ID design, keyboard, and powerful performance. There are lots of surprises to discover in MSI Thin 15 B13V , and it’s possible for everyone to take advantage of its charm at any time or place. The Thin 15 will not disappoint if you’re searching for your very first gaming laptop.

The Outlook – New ID layout

With anodizing and sandblasting, Thin 15 employs “Cosmos Gray” as a new ID design. The silver printed MSI dragon logo adds the final touch. Offering a whole new perspective to Thin 15.

Incredibly thin, but with full I/O ports

Despite being a gaming device, the MSI Thin 15 B13V is only 21.7mm ultra-thin and has all the I/O ports you could possibly need in such a small package. It makes it simple for you to connect all of your devices. With USB Type-C and HDMI, you can extend your vision across multiple displays. Alternately, to establish a stronger and quicker connection, plug in the RJ45 port. Additionally, it is incredibly light—at just 1.86 kg, so you can carry it anywhere you choose. Savor the liberated sensation that Thin 15 has offered.

Translucent WASD keys and a brand-new blue backlit keyboard

A brand-new blue backlit gamer-designed keyboard with the first-ever translucent WASD keys on the Thin series is featured on the Thin 15. It is not only more aesthetically pleasing, but it is also much simpler for players to identify when playing.

Experience immersive audio with DTS and Hi-Res

As Thin 15 and DTS collaborate for the first time, you will experience an unmatched audio journey while being surrounded by a rich, immersive soundscape. Higher bit-rate DTS encoding reveals the ultimate in audio quality, and its combination with Hi-Res technology guarantees the authenticity of each note.

Dynamic and potent MSI Thin 15 B13V experience

With its powerful NVIDIA GeForce RTX 40 Series graphics, it’s extremely quick for gaming. You gain improved multitasking skills and can play demanding games with ease. increased in difficulty from AAA blockbusters like Cyberpunk 2077 to casual titles like League of Legends. You can take advantage of AI’s power to produce higher-quality images and experience a more vivid and realistic visual experience with the additional assistance of Ray Tracing and DLSS 3.

The AI Era Is Here for MSI Laptops with the AI Artist and Engine

They showcase not just games on MSI Thin 15 B13V, but also highly fashionable AI technology. How it changes how they live and work.

With MSI AI Artist, you can generate images directly on MSI Thin 15 B13V and wave goodbye to brainstorming fatigue. It expands the parameters for producing digital content and gives consumers an arsenal of strong tools with which to express their creativity. Shorter prompts allow you to generate rich images and words within images. Render and motivate at an unprecedented degree.

Requires graphics from the GeForce RTX 40 series

Moreover, Thin 15‘s MSI AI Engine can recognize user scenarios and automatically modify hardware settings to maximize performance. You can concentrate on activities that truly matter, such as creating, working, playing games, and having fun. For a better gaming experience, the system can be configured to automatically switch to Gaming Mode upon the launch of a game, offering Extreme Performance, a suitable backlit keyboard, and stronger cooling capabilities.

THIN 15 B13V Features

Processor up to Intel CoreTM i7-13620H

Windows 11 Pro/Home MSI advises using Windows 11 Pro for business use.

Up to 6GB GDDR6 NVIDIA GeForce RTX 4050 Laptop GPU Powered by Max-Q Technologies, Ada Lovelace architecture, and NVIDIA DLSS 3.

15.6-inch Full HD (1920×1080), IPS-Level panel, 144 Hz refresh rate

Matrix Display uses USB-C and HDMITM to support up to two additional displays.

Slender bezel style

Asymmetrical pattern aesthetics with aluminum

1.86 kg light and thin at 21.7 mm

You can manage and personalize your MSI laptop to your liking with the help of the exclusive MSI Center.

MSI App Player for a smooth mobile and PC gaming experience

Ready for High-Resolution Audio

Wi-Fi 6E for better video streaming

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#gaminglaptop #msi #msilaptops #govindhtech #dlss3 #nvidiageforce #nvidia #news #technews #technology #technologynews

[gyllenhaalstories]

STAND IN THE SUN — JAKE GYLLENHAAL 🧸

summary/request:  Could you do a comfort story 👉👈🥺 after a stressful day at work jake comforts you. 💗💗💗  

warnings: anxiety & fatigue, food consumption, pure fluff. 18+ NO MINORS (even if this is not a smut story, please respect this rule).

word count: 1125

gif credit: me (@/gyllenhaalstories) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: it’s been a while since i’ve done a request so i hope you like this, anon! you can listen to don’t leave the light on by REVOKE and tom cantillon if you want. take a deep breath, relax those shoulders, right now it’s all about cozy boyfriend jake vibes. 🌦️ thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

"The best surprise I could wish for.” Jake brushed his lips lightly on your cheek.

You were struggling to find the right key to unlock the front door, and the couple of minutes you wasted standing there were enough for Jake to come home from work as well.

He had told you there were just meetings, “Lunch is ready and waiting for you, don’t wait for me”, he told you this morning when you both left for your respective destinations. Jake met so many new faces that day, talked about so many new projects, they all blended into one giant cloud of confusion and fatigue.

And you, you had to forget about your afternoon off, the one you had talked to your boss so many times before to make sure they would not forget. Well, they did. And after a long day of finishing task after task, you were finally home. Except it was not lunch time, the sky was gloomy and dark and the moon too sleepy to shine a light through the night.

“I got you.” Jake nodded and grabbed the bundle of keys from your hands. A few minutes later, the inviting and comforting scent of your home was hitting you right in the face and made your knees shake with exhaustion.

You glanced at him and that was enough to notice he was not in better shape than you.

His smile, while big, looked sad. He walked around the place while dragging his feet, his back seemed heavy and painful. His voice cracked, tired from countless discussions he had to participate in.

You could almost imagine him say...

“Don’t worry, baby. We did good way today, I’m just a little tired.”

Only this time, you did not imagine it. Jake was now standing in front of you and helping you remove your jacket.

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind? You know I’m always here. And I’ve got a pretty good shoulder to lean on, I heard that from you, so it must be an honest review.” He winked, bringing the softest chuckles out of your tired body.

You shook your head. “Enough talking for now.”

Jake agreed and, not too long after, both your phones were turned to silent mode, and your bodies were enveloped in a warm blanket, sitting on the living room couch, while your minds wandered all over the place.

From time to time, you would turn your head to look at him, a faint grin on your lips.

He closed his eyes, for some time, opened them again after missing meaningless minutes of the show you were watching, some documentary about kittens or maybe that was what played on television two hours ago? He could not tell, neither could you.

You knew it would be better to just go to bed, turn off the world for a good night of sleep, but neither of you were able to stop functioning just yet.

“What was that noise?” Jake asked, closing his eyes tighter at the sudden growling that came from your stomach. He squeezed the stuffed animal he kept on his lap tighter, it was yours, but since it was in the way for him to sit as close to you as he could, he just adopted it as his for the time being. Finally, he opened his eyes and squinted at your expression. The noise happened again, and when he finally understood where it came from, he used the plush toy to look down at your tummy. “Someone’s hungry.”

You giggled at the funny voice he gave to your stuffed animal, too tired to point out that Koko the koala would never sound like that. “May I invite you on a lunch date?” You raised your eyebrow playfully.

“A date?” Jake sat in a straight position on the couch, the desire to nap had completely disappeared. “What’s on the menu?”

“Kisses with a side of cuddles and a few stolen bites because food always looks better on your place and that is not fair.”

“You’re amazing.” Jake leaned closer to capture your bottom lip between his, his face pressed on yours and inhaled as he kissed you, the first kiss you shared after those long, exhausting hours. “On three, we get up?”

You stole your plushie from him and clutched on the squishy koala tight.

“One...”

“Two...” You gave Jake a boop on the nose as you proceeded to stand up before he finished counting down.

“Hey!” He called out and walked fast in direction of the kitchen, where you sat the toy on one of the chairs. When he found you, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and just squeezed you tight.

His grip was tight, needy, it was starting to hurt a bit, but you just melted in his arms. You needed it as much as he did.

Jake peppered kisses on your jaw and neck, any inch of skin he could reach, he would cover it with love and tenderness. “I guess I woke up with the idea that today would be rough.”

Guided by Jake’s strong body that was behind you, you walked towards the fridge where you found containers of your favourite comfort food that Jake had cooked earlier. “You’re amazing.” You echoed the compliment he gave you earlier and turned in his arms.

With your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist, he looked at you and scrutinized every details of your face. He loved how your eyes sparkled at this small attention of his, to just cook food you liked. He loved how all he needed was to look at you and he would immediately feel better.  

You helped him prepare the table, he even gave your stuffed animal a plate and a glass. His intention was to make you laugh, and he was delighted when he succeeded. You carried the plates, warmed up by the microwave, and sat down with him. And finally, finally, you were reunited with him and it felt as though the world had stopped turning.

He had moved the chairs closer right before you sat down, he could not stand being far away from you even if that distance only consisted of a few inches. Jake let you steal from his plate, his heart growing bigger with love whenever you smiled, content of that little crime.

You both talked, sharing small information about your day, but it was clear neither of you was listening. What mattered, at that very moment, was to be together with Jake.

You felt better, reinvigorated almost.

And he felt good too. Looking at you felt like standing in the sun after a cold, cold rainy day when the clouds were finally chased away.

#jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal fluff #jake gyllenhaal fanfic #jake gyllenhaal x you #jake gyllenhaal x reader

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

OFF WITH YOUR HEAD

PART 2 OF HEADS WILL ROLL

SYNOPSIS: Whenever school is in session, Eren will just keep finding new places to corner you.

PAIRING: BULLY! EREN x FEM! READER

DEDICATED TO: you guys, always you guys.

WARNINGS: unedited, slight dubcon, groping, degradation, bullying,

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

Gooooood Morning Paradis Birds! Remember to give a big round of applause to the football team for clutching the victory against reigning champion Marley High! We stay undefeated thanks to our excellent and hardworking team. Special shoutout to Captain Eren Yeager for guiding the team to another flawless victory-

You're half-heartedly paying attention to class, sleepily listening to the school announcements over the speaker until the mention of his name douses you like a shock of ice-cold water.

You can't catch the rest of the announcement because your class erupts into cheer, enthusiastically clapping their hands for the boy of the hour.

The only one not joining is you.

Eren's smile is brighter than 100 kilowatts. In the back of your mind, you wonder where he learned to smile like that. When his emotions became so practiced.

Mr.Berner tries to calm the kids down, especially Sasha who bangs on her desks and howls, creating even more hype and ruckus. The class, now in a chattier mode, excitedly breaks into little conversations.

"Man, thank god. That school is so pretentious, I'm glad we finally have something over them."

"Jeez, I know our team was good, but it's this good-?"

"-Bro, year of XXXX is stacked as fuck. It's literally never been this stacked before. We have a whole team of prodigies, it's insane-especially Eren. "

"Yepp. My dad went to Paradis too and he said shit like this never happened during his time. The academic comps were one thing, but these footballs wins? We're being put on the fucking map."

The announcements are still going on, but it's hard to hear over the noise. You're only able to catch the tail end, a useless tidbit about the word of the day.

pre·mo·ni·tion a strong feeling that something is about to happen, especially something unpleasant. Here is an example: "She had a premonition of imminent disaster" Have a good day folks, hope it's free of any premonitions!

Overhearing the unceasing praise of the boy who pinched your thighs until they bruise blue and purple was a little painful-but you were used to it. After all, he's putting Paradis on the map. Whatever the fuck that means.

While you didn't love sharing this class with him, he was seated far across the room and surrounded by a gaggle of friends. You might as well have been invisible, the way he did not acknowledge you. Maybe you should treat it as a small mercy.

Unwittingly, your eyelids grow heavy. You're sitting in the back of the class, no one would notice if you took a little nap right? Assured by the fact no one will notice, you lower your head into your folded arms and let your thoughts float.

You dream of vaguely nothing but shadows of smiles, tufts of dark hair, and the smell of the wind at sea until a noise confined to the shape of your name breaks the harmony.

"[y/n?]"

"[y/n?]"

You startle awake with pairs of eyes piercing their gazes at you. Swallowing thickly, you apologize to Mr.Berner who looks worried. He's a good teacher, and one of your favorites.

"I'm sorry Mr.Berner. I had a migraine so I laid my head down." You lie smoothly, with more grace than you knew you were capable of. Course, you could have just said you were taking an unprompted nap, but that would disappoint your lovely teacher.

He sighs, "Guess that can't be helped then. Go to the nurse ok?"

Bingo. The nurse was an understanding lady, she'd let you sleep the rest of the period off. You nod, and start to gather your materials, relieved the class' attention on you was beginning to dwindle.

"Wait, Mr.Berner, let me take her. What if she gets disoriented and falls in the hall?"

Fuuuuck. You should have known. You should have expected this because attached to the request dripping with faux concern was none other than the precious jewel of the kingdom. Eren's intrusion makes your peers perk up again at the scene unfolding in front of them.

You smile, lips tightly pressed, "I'll be fine. I don't want to distract anyone from the lesson and it's a short walk-

"It's still potentially dangerous.", Your teacher interrupts, pinching the bridge of the nose, "And while I'm completely surprised by Eren's sudden streak of altruism, he's right. Something could happen. He'll take you there safely."

A very convenient streak of altruism, all right. You think it over in your head, yeah the nurses' office is right down the hall, and once you're there, he'll leave. Sure, he'll taunt you but you can handle a few minutes worth of cruelty.

It's awkward getting up, and walking in front of the class while Eren props the door open like a gentleman. You know what a sharp contrast it must look like, you and him, you cowering into yourself, not meeting any eyes while he stands tall and confident.

"Do you have everything?" His tone is one of reassurance, and for the barest of the moments, feels too familiar. You know he's not being genuine right now, and for the first time, you question if he was genuine back then.

"You can hold onto my arm if you're too dizzy to walk." He says as you guys slip out of the classroom, purposefully a little too loudly. You hear coos from girls and a stray "She's so lucky!"

He must have heard it too, because he lowers his head to whisper into your ear, "Yeah, very lucky, aren't you?" Wisps of dark hair tickle your cheeks. You see the glint of tiny silver hoops and wonder when he had gotten his ears pierced. The illusion breaks and the performative charming prince's reassuring smile is replaced by a sneer.

"Didn't know you could lie like that, by the way. Some good girl you are if you're trying to ditch class like this." Fingers dig deep into your waist as he drags you along the empty hallway that seems to stretch on for miles.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, "How did you know I was lying?"

Viridian eyes narrow, "I've seen you get migraines before." There's a knock on your heart. As if realizing he was talking about something far away ago, a vindictive edge laces into words pouring out of his mouth, "I bet you wanted this to happen, didn't you? Wanted to get us all alone."

He's trying to get a rise out of you, that much is obvious. So you ignore him to the best of your ability.

...which quickly proved to be futile, as you suddenly find your arm pinned to your back, and your front facing the nearest walls.

"I asked you a fucking question bitch." He's practically growling, "Fucking answer me."

If there was a world record for the shortest temper, best believe Eren Yeager will have collected that accolade too. He's getting too worked up, and you could definitely feel his harness poking the back on your ass, as he grinds into you.

You manage to crane your neck, wanting to have your face shoved into the wall, and then venomously spit out, "You're not looking for answers. You just want me to repeat whatever you think is true."

This position brings back flashbacks to the library when he caged you in against the bookshelves, and like then, he spins you around to face him quite abruptly.

His smile is full of sharp teeth, "No. I know I'm right."

You don't respond. He moves in closer, his breath fanning on your earlobes. Your body can't help but let an involuntary shudder, and you close your eyes, not wanting to see his pleased grin or the way the fluorescent light makes his hoops gleam like silver bullets.

One calloused finger flicks your nipple, "Do you want to know why I'm right?"

At your lack of response, the dark-haired boy rolls your nipple in between his fingers before pinching it painfully, eliciting a small whimper out of your fuckable lips. "N-no", you answer finally. You're wearing your thinnest bra because of the seasonal heat, and you can't help but regret that decision right now. The fact he's only paying attention to one of your nipples is driving you insane. Not that you want it, but you're so fucking sensitive right now. You struggle in his hold, causing him to hold you tighter, and by now his nails were probably embedded into your skin.

He chuckles at your honesty, rewarding you with a thick stripe of his tongue over the collared shirt of your uniform making you gasp. Did he just-, over your shirt too-, you look down and see a very visible wet spot.

Taking advantage of your distracted state, a eager hand snakes under your skirt until it settles in the middle of your panties. He licks your earlobe before speaking, his voice like ice under your heels.

"You were so fucking wet that day in the library while saying you hated me the entire time," he pauses as his fingers scissor you through your panties, as if to drive the message home, "About as wet as you are right now."

There's a wet spot there too, also caused by him. You crush your eyes shut, "Eren...please just take me to the nurse." You're not even struggling anymore, holding onto him out of your own accord, worried that if you don't hold onto anything-you'd fall on your knees.

The very headache you lied about having seemed not so non-existent after all.

Eren hooks his arms under the plush of your thighs, "Yeah. Of course, that's what I came to do, right?"

*

You had hoped you'd be granted a reprieve in the nurses' office but you'd forgotten that luck was never really in your favor. Because while you guys had entered the squeaky-clean office, the nurse was nowhere in sight.

Instead, a note sat on her desk in unassuming frilly cursive that Eren read with glee.

Sorry students! Minor emergency to take care of, and I'll be back by the middle of the next period. If you're badly hurt, see Mr.Ackerman in room 203. If not, just sit tight! Feel free to take up the beds.

Thank you,

Ms.Ral

Eren had turned to you with shining green eyes, "Since no one's here, I guess I'll have to keep you company. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

There was something claustrophobic about how Eren stood in front of the door as if to signify to get out of here, you had to get through him.

"Maybe I can get Mr.Ackerman..."

Eren's sudden bout of laughter makes you wince and retreat inside of yourself, "For what? A fake headache? You really wanna inconvenience him like that? Mr.Ackerman?"

You take slow steps backward until the back of your knees hit the school bed, making you stumble as you clumsily take a seat. Eren's been marching forward with every retreating step you took, and it's no surprise when he pushes you down the bed, strong hands on the side of your head, while his muscular legs force your thighs apart so he can settle himself in between.

"We have some time to kill, you know." Strands of dark hair fall into his eyes, and without thinking, you reach upwards to brush them aside.

He grips your wrist before you make it that far, nearly gritting out a "What are you doing?"

You just stare, not really knowing why that was your impulse either. Finally, you mouth out, "I want you to leave Eren."

The grip on your wrist is tighter than ever, and you very well know that you're going to have new finger-shaped bruises before the old ones even finish healing.

"And I want to stay." He punctuates each word slowly, and all you can think is how being pinned to a bed is much less painful than having the hard surface of wood digging onto your back.

You're fully aware of the heat in your core, and having Eren on top of you doesn't make this it any easier because fuck, he is attractive. Maddeningly so. And maybe you want him to go away so bad because you're afraid that if his fingers are caught inside of you, you'll thank him for it.

As if reading your mind, he lets go of your wrist (making a mental note of your sluggish movements and slipping resistance) and massages your warm hole from your panties.

"Eren please" You grit out. He merely chuckles, "What are you asking for, whore?"

You could feel tears threatening to fall. This was so embarrassing. Did you want this? Yes, yes. yes, yes. You were so wet right now and had enough of the teasing.

He alternated his kneading from slow and soft to fast and rough, and you couldn't help but let out the prettiest little moans Eren's ever heard. Since you lose all pretenses of resistance, his other hand roughly brushes against your hardened nipples, straining against the fabric of your shirt.

Okay, he decided. He's going to make you beg.

"Beg." It's announced like a command, and while you hear it, you don't really register it because your hips are busy chasing the heat, and it's all too much of an utter disappointment when his long thin fingers leave.

"I said beg slut."

"Eren, please, please. I need you so bad." You're blubbering and you don't care. You just want his pretty fingers to shove aside your panties and rub against your folds. You think back to the library, how wet you were, how the stupid fucking phone call from his coach interrupted him pumping his fingers inside of you. And you didn't know if you were happy or mad he left. But now, all you crave is the blissful wave of pleasure- the very pleasure he's been denying you.

Eren looks down at you, green eyes scrutinizing. After a long while of what it seems to be him just staring, he wipes his fingers on your skirt, brushes back his hair with a wayward hand.

"Looks like I should head back to class. See you later."

Too numb to say anything, you watch him leave with a smirk on his face. When you're sure he's walked away, you curl into yourself and cry.

#attack on titan fanfiction #eren x y/n #tw dubcon #bully eren yeager #bullying #toxic eren #yandere eren x reader #eren x reader

[obeymeluv]

Isnt devildom liquor weaker than human world liquor? Mc had beat Asmo in a drinking contest. How do you think it they'd act, completely hammered in the human world. I think harder liquor means stupider drunks.

Spoiler alert to the in-game MC’s “heritage” reveal. You know, the descendent/reincarnation thing. If you know, you know.

Below: Thoughts on Devildom liquor + the specific incident Nonnie is talking about with Asmo in game + THE ACTUAL ANSWER TO THE ASK. My bad, haha.

My thoughts on Devildom liquor at that point in the game:

The MC is not as affected because they are human/angel. Maybe the angel part fortifies MC and makes it harder for them to get drunk?

Maybe the HUMAN side of MC is what makes it harder for them to get drunk on Devildom liquor? Like...everything in the Devildom is made primarily for demons so maybe there are ingredients in there that specifically affect those with demon blood. Maybe humans don’t have the biology to be inebriated by those ingredients?

I am a little fuzzy on that point in the game but did Asmo pre-game? Like, a lot? Did we ever find out? I could see him being so emotionally distraught that his lovely MC is leaving that he just wants to be sloshed. Maybe he assumed MC beat him in a drinking contest because he forgot how much he already drank?

Maybe Solomon gave MC a heads up that Asmo was down for drinking and gave them a pre-game potion of their own to ward off the affects.

End hypothesis: Maybe Devildom liquor IS strong (for demons) but that potency just can’t translate in human bodies so the bros (Lucifer especially) don’t want MC drinking it because they’re not sure what it will do. They just ASSUME it will do to MC what it does to them.

Other thoughts: Because demons sprinkled little secrets to the humans over the course of history, gave them trinkets and magic and things, I’d like to think they gave humans the idea or process of alcohol-making but are TOTALLY not prepared for the end result. All the flavors, types, etc. 

As far as I understand it (at the point I’m at in the game), travel between the Devildom and human world was widely discouraged until Diavolo could make a program that united the three realms and improved the overall image. So basically everyone has been separated for thousands of years.

What if demons are equally bad at holding human world liquor? I could just see a drunk Asmo being like, “What is this? Sangria? This isn’t what I told them to call it.” as he’s trying to drink and (speed) walk away from Beel, who wants the fruit out of the pitcher.

I could just see them all getting TOTALLY wasted on human world stuff just because they thought “Ahh, we taught them this 5,000 years ago! Of COURSE we can handle it! We invented it!” (spoiler alert: they cannot). Like, I’d like to think their biology works against them here. They heal quicker and probably get over stomach aches and things quicker, so they probably metabolize alcohol quicker to restore bodily equilibrium so they probably get flash-drunk off of just about anything with a decent alcohol content. 

HOW THEY WOULD ACT (AKA: the real question)

The facts: 

They’re all going to be like drunk kittens, big bassy purrs and wanting to cuddle you or scent you. 

They’ll basically curl up in a pile together; you occasionally have to move body parts (so no one suffocates). 

Do a head count every now and then, give them some crackers/carbs when needed, and put water all around them like a summoning circle because when one of them wakes up, all of them will and they’ll act like big babies

Put a bucket near Lucifer and Asmo, they’re sympathy pukers.

Levi and Belphie need total sensory deprivation when they wake up. You may only breach the darkness to bring them things to settle their stomach and anything to kill the headache

Just give Beel bread and anything like Gatorade/Pedialite. He’ll help you with the others after three loaves or so.

Asmo will be especially pitiful and demand you take care of the others first. Once they’re decently able to take care of themselves he’s near teary-eyed, demanding tummy rubs and tell him he’s still pretty even though he feels awful. Please get him a sheet mask.

Mammon’s not functional enough to help with anything major but he’s standing the next day so he rubs that in everyone’s face. He’s the one shuffling around with a half-eaten sandwich, looking for any comfort item (heating pack, cold wrap for his head). He will demon screech at you if you touch any of the lights in the house.

As Mammon comes to, he demands dim lights and acts like a grumpy mom. He’s making porridge and they better shut up and eat it. Says it’s for him but there’s a suspicious amount of bowls nearby.

Satan just swears he’ll never drink again (like always). Dutifully waits for porridge. Spends most of his time letting cold water run over his head. Can’t spend too much time hunched over because he gets nauseous. Baby him a little. Find a way to let his head float in a bit of water where he can lay down and he’s as quiet as a mouse. 

Who can drink the most? (Best to worst - my opinions only)

1) Beel (body mass helps), 2) Mammon (party king), 3) Asmodeus (huuuge history with mixed drinks. Boy is READY), 4) Lucifer, 5) Satan (neck and neck with Lucifer - casual drinker only. Even wine is rare for him), 6) Leviathan, 7) Belphie (usually sleeping instead of drinking). 

Lucifer:

We’ve seen little gags about how ‘Lucifer got drunk and unplugged the router’ so this guy’s either going to be super cuddly, a hot mess, or both

You know the people who fluff their hair, comb it back, undo a tie or some buttons and just get comfy as they drink? That’s Lucifer.

He’ll smile a bit more, laugh a bit more, and there will be some color to his cheeks

He’s not sloppy, just cozy. 

Drunk Lucifer is not overly loud but he is honest. He won’t throw himself into groups or pester all the brothers, but he’s up for some accidentally-heartwarming one-on-one

When he’s drunk he’ll lay his head on your shoulder and let you play with his hair

Will not win any drinking games. Is actually a lightweight compared to his brothers (see best > worst drinker, above).

Mammon:

GO BIG OR GO HOME! MAMMON’S HERE TO PLAY FOR BIG MONEY! (AKA: bragging rights that he can handle more than his brothers)

He and Asmo are quick to get the drinks flowing because they want to try shots of everything. 

He and Asmo are pretty good at matching brothers to drinks and tasting subtle notes, things like that

Show Mammon beer pong once and it’s done. He’s betting the brothers he can whoop them and is somehow able to pull off ping pong ball math to get Lucifer shit-faced real quick (might do it even faster if Belphie or Satan slip him some money)

The type to be like “Bet you I can hit that cup right there--third row, second from the left.” and can do it flawlessly. You have to give him head pats or $5, that’s the rules.

He’ll be one of the bros you have to chase around and make put his clothes back on. Boy will try to strip and strut

Will definitely hoard his favorite bottle (picked it on smell) and spend a majority of the time trying to drink it and avoid the bros. (”YOU CAN’T MAKE ME SHARE IF YOU CAN’T CATCH ME!”)

Leviathan

Not the best drinker. Not a frequent drinker at all.

His envy makes him drink because as he starts to go on a tangent about how ‘it’s not fair! Everyone’s having a good time!’ when he realizes it’s as easy as picking up a drink. Like...he can join in too.

Levi won’t grab himself an alcoholic drink because he’s a nervous over-thinker. Asmo or Mammon will just hand him a cup like the resident Liquor Fairy and he trusts their judgement

The first one to let his demon form out just because the liquor is a little warm in his belly and he feels like he’s flying? Also comfortable?

The excited drunk who goes on animated, slurred rants

The loud laugher

He’s honestly so adorably animated that anyone who knew him would be surprised? He seems far from a shut in

Trade off: he can’t hold his liquor well

Boy probably trips on his own tail or thinks something snagged his ankle to bring him down when, in fact, he just fell down

Sways when he sits

When he’s done, he just wants a nice comfy lap to lay in and maybe play with his hair. 

Like Lucifer, liquor will make him confess all his feelings. 

Watch out for the tail. It will be all over you when he starts to lose the ability to wrap it around himself.

Satan:

It’s a toss-up as to whether he gets drunk before Lucifer or vice versa. I’d like to think his tolerance is slightly higher since he might run in the same circles as Asmo, but he is a part of Lucifer so I’m sure it balances out

He’s a drink snob and this is what hurts him the most. He goes to fancy tastings and random things he’s invited to, but this is a drop in the bucket

He’s never gone hardcore before because he’s afraid he’ll be prone to anger

He’s not. He’s actually a lot like Levi. He just wants to smile and laugh and have fun.

The one who knows a lot of random/interesting stuff and has unexpectedly awesome party tricks

He and Asmo act as instigators and somehow con everyone else into getting drunk. It’s mostly because he wants blackmail material, but he enjoys the mind games

He’s the one you’re going to have to carry BUT he’s super chill when he’s having a good time. You want him to wear a lampshade? Okay, but only if you call him Enlightened One (get it?)

Makes bad jokes. Lucifer definitely laughs

The one that randomly dances with someone at the party. But it’s a fancy dance or slow dance, not something crazy

Will try to prove he’s not as drunk as he is by reading or reciting something and just breaks down into snorts and giggles

Cat Mode: Activated. He wants to be all over you. Hug him and play with his hair, please.

Asmo:

Asmo isn’t really different from his usual self.

He’s a little social butterfly, making his rounds and checking on people

He’s the silent, sneaky drunk. No one notices he’s drunk until his face starts getting red and his eyes get glassy

The quiet cuddler. Just progressively gets closer to you until he’s resting his head on your shoulder, hugging you from the side and asking you to give him his drink.

Would be the happiest person on the planet if you literally just held his drink up to his lips and let him drink it when he wanted to. You just love him so much?! You’re so thoughtful?! He wants to cry

Guilty party #2 for ‘chase him around and make him put his clothes back on’

Next in line for ‘Liquor makes me tell the truth and my darkest secrets’.

Will try any activity at the party and will dance at least once with everybody

If he gets in a fight, that’s because someone doesn’t respect what he put on the party playlist. He knows good music, okay?!

Has a personal goal to steal one drink from everyone, drink it before they realize, and hand them back the empty cup as he slips away. Something about it just amuses him.

Wants to leave lipstick/lip gloss kisses on people. Thinks they’re the cutest accessory!

The one who loses something at the party and makes everyone look for it the next day

The one who’s passed out in a random spot and no one has the heart to move them but everyone checks on them to make sure they’re safe. When everyone’s turned in for the night, he is safely moved like the precious baby he is.

Beel:

The one who takes the longest to get drunk. You don’t know if it’s because of his build or how much he ate to offset the alcohol

Unofficial baby sitter of the group. Pays special attention to everyone but Belphie, Asmo, and Levi in particular.

Not super loud. Just vibes and enjoys time with his family.

He’ll participate in the party activities because he does have that competitive streak but he’s not as invested in it as Mammon. If he wins at least once he’s proved his point and is on to something else

Surprsingly, #3 to ‘you might have to chase him and make him put his clothes on’. Drunk Beel is convinced he’ll get over the alcohol faster with less clothes because of temperature regulation and something that doesn’t really make sense because he’s slurring

Will drink more if Belphie is nearby or if he can hold onto Belphie. Taking care of Belphie and knowing he’s okay (in a tactile way) makes him a little more carefree. 

Doesn’t really confess like the other bros but he’s the one no one can really hear talking because his purr takes over everything. His purrs are so loud and deep! Big boy is truly happy

Drunk Beel is affectionate as ever and this is where you learn that demons can express affection by licking people. Most of the bros end up with a Simba-style mohawk. It’s just one lick but Beel’s got a long tongue and it fucks with hair real good.

Will jump in for a song or two if karaoke is a thing at the party. A really good singer but wouldn’t do it unless he had a decent amount of alcohol in him.

He’s the type to trip over stuff trying to help clean up. If he falls down he says he’s just ‘taking a break’ and will ‘help in a minute’. Might not get up again.

Once Beel lays down, Belphie, Satan, and Levi drunk crawl/stumble/slither over to him for warmth. This is how the cuddle pile starts.

When he lays down, if you get anywhere near him, he’s begging you to lay down with him. Wants to whisper little compliments and lovely things. A big sap. Handsy but will definitely know when to lay off and will listen if you get uncomfortable. 

Belphie:

Honestly, doesn’t really drink. He’s more interested in the nap.

His biggest motivation is to get the others drunk so everyone’s quiet and he can sleep. Definitely wants Lucifer blackmail.

He’ll have a few things but he prefers a lot of something mild versus a mix or a few shots of something super potent

Will try the funnel drink challenge.

The third enticer. He wants to work everyone up (Lucifer especially) and get the booze going.

Borrows off of Beel’s body mass and ability to handle alcohol here and there, but it all catches up with him eventually

The type to have really diluted drinks because he’s already sleepy by nature and doesn’t want to faceplant with a shot glass.

Will slow dance with Asmo. When Asmo starts to struggle with his weight as Belphie gets cozy and sleepy, Beel steps in and you just see the twins purring and warbling to each other as Beel just scoops him up and lets him sit on his hip like a toddler.

Another one who wants to slither into your lap and take all your attention.

The type to do random shit like boop your nose and giggle about it.

The one who doesn’t want anyone else to touch you. If he’s laying on you then the others need to leave you alone. It’s not hard to understand!

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Note: English isn’t my first language. Hope you all like it. Please, give me your opinion with a reblog, fav or a note in my askbox :)

pairing: Louis!peaky blinders era x reader

warnings: explicit sex, unprotected sex (don't do that!), curse words, daddy kink, overstimulation, dirt talk, mention of jealousy, mention of astrology.

Words: 4k

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Astrology

In my spare time I loved to read about astrology. It was a habit I adhered to since I was a teenager and now as an adult, it was my secret cringe.

So many times, the things described there met the personality traits of someone I knew and that made me believe it even more.

Sure, there were some holes in the script, but I had been in this world forever, so I just ignored that and kept it as a supposed truth and that was only affirmed when I met Louis.

Friends in common, I liked the way his accent sounded, a few drinks here and there, we shared the lighter to light the cigarette and ended up kissing at the end of the party at Calvin's house.

That was a year ago now.

I already knew all his quirks and as Louis lived more at my place than at his mansion here in London, he had to follow my rules, which was a little difficult even though he is Capricorn. Lately it was complicated to deal with him, because he seemed to ignore me and my weekly horoscope had already said that my relationship would be shaken by the smallest things and that I should be careful.

"Babe, don't leave your shoes like that. I already asked for them!" I complained as I placed our shoes side by side by the door. This was one of his manners that annoyed me deeply. "My friends will be here soon!"

"Nah." he muttered, not even looking at me.

I snorted and rolled my eyes, going to check the cheese and chocolate fondue I was preparing.

My friends Peter, Anne, Sam and Paul were coming over for happy hour. I am on vacation at work, an accounting office, so this is a perfect opportunity to hear what's new.

"Babe, is there any way to go to that grocery store down the street? I forgot that Anne has a gluten allergy and forgot to buy the gluten-free bagel." I stirred the melted cheese in the small pot on the stove.

No response from Louis.

Because my house is small, there's no way he couldn't hear me. I stretched my body back a little and in my half vision through the door, I could see that Louis was still concentrating on the smartphone game while gnawing on the corner of his left thumb.

I took another deep breath, it seemed that Louis became a child watching the games on the device and this was another flaw of his sign's characteristic, however I knew he was loyal and domineering, which eventually gave me an idea.

I turned off the stove and wrapped the fondues, putting them in the electric oven in warm-up mode so that they would not cool down.

My friends would arrive in half an hour, it was time to put my idea into practice.

I grabbed my purse, checked the pounds in my wallet, put on a sweatshirt and ran to the door.

"Luv, where are you going?" Louis asked without looking at me.

"Grocery store, babe." I put on my moccasins and closed the door.

It was dusk and for a change London was cold, for as soon as I passed the small gate in my driveway I sped to the grocery store.

As luck would have it, I found the guys a few meters from my house and ran to hug them.

"How are you, Y/N?" Sam, the blond girl with freckles and green eyes asked me as she released me from her hug.

"Fine! But I need a little help from all of you, specifically you, Paul and Anne." I pointed to them, who were inches away from me.

My couple of friends looked at me, Paul was a tall man with blue eyes, a muscular body and a beard. He was dating Anne, a tall, beautiful black woman with curly hair and honey-brown eyes with a mouth to envy.

"What happened?" Anne asked.

I explained to them that Louis seemed to be ignoring me as if I was just someone else working for him, but that he was the dominating type and so I wanted to tease him and see if we should continue with this relationship or if he was just distracted.

"I swear it won't go any further than that, I love Louis very much but this is killing me." I held the brown paper bag against me.

"Have you tried talking to him?" Peter suggested.

"Louis is a Capricorn, you know how it is. When he focuses on something, that's it." I rolled my eyes.

"That's fine with me, it will be fun watching a music star want to kill me because his wife wants me." Paul grabbed the bag from my hands and winked at me, and we laughed.

"It's fine with me too, you know I find it sexy to see men jealous." Anne winked at Paul, who closed his face, causing us to let out a few more low chuckles.

"I think there's a way we can help too." Sam put his arm around my neck and held Peter by the waist.

I had the best friends in the world.

"He simply came in halfway through the meeting with a huge mark on his neck. Emily wanted to climb the walls!" Peter commented on our co-worker.

We were all sitting on the floor of the room with the creams and fondue mixes on the coffee table. Louis was on my right side with black sweatpants and the jacket I loved so much, Paul was on my left side, next to him was Anne followed by Peter and Sam.

"But we know why Tom's nights out..." Sam looked at me suggestively and then looked at Anne. I straightened up waiting for what was to come.

Louis followed the conversation, sometimes hugging me around the waist and offering me something to eat. I just helped myself to a glass of red wine.

"Why?" Anne asked as if she didn't understand.

"Oh, you know, since the S/N went on vacation he has been gloomy, seems to have forgotten how to do calculations on the spreadsheets, and gets sad at lunchtime." Sam replied, alternating his gaze between Louis and me.

Louis, who was serving himself a piece of bread and cheese, grimaced, but said nothing.

"It's true, we know he's not over it yet."

I had the glass in my mouth trying to hold back the laugh I wanted to give.

"Get over what?" Louis asked me with a frown and I arched my shoulders, pretending not to know what they were referring to.

"Tom is in love with Y/N, Louis. Ever since she came to the office, he only has eyes for her." Anne answered by pouring herself some strawberry slices and pouring the melted chocolate on top. "You know, alluring and attractive men don't get over it so easily when they are dumped by a beautiful woman."

My eyes were watering from holding back tears of laughter. It was funny to imagine this situation, since Tom was a very well married gentleman, father of three children, and would soon be a grandfather.

"I'm going to get some more wine." I pushed myself to get up, because I needed to release the laughter that was stuck in me.

"I'll get it, babe." Paul took the glass from my hand, passing his hand through mine and stood up.

"Oh, thank you Paulie!" I smiled and sat back down.

Louis's face was red, he chewed angrily and stared at me. His blue eyes fixed on me in an uncomfortable way, as if he were reading my thoughts.

"What's up, babe?" I asked as Anne, Sam and Peter talked among themselves, I tried to stroke his face but he turned away.

"Nothing." he nodded, and I narrowed my eyes.

Paul returned with my full glass, I took it and thanked him again. Since I was sitting only on the carpet, I decided to do a little stretching. Purposefully, Paul looked at the open buttons of my black blouse that was thin and skinny long. Unconsciously, it was tighter than I usually wore which highlighted my breasts covered by the bra.

Louis seemed to notice, he huffed and ran his hand through his hair. I just ignored him and pretended to pay attention to my friends' conversation.

I felt his arm going around my shoulders and a few kisses on my neck, and I simply held myself together not to react, but it was so good his affection.

"We were talking about Tom before and now I remembered, can you believe that every day he comes into your office and wipes down your desk and computer?" Sam was sharp in the theater, I just wanted to thank her for that.

"And I'll tell you something else, he takes his shoes off before he comes in. " Peter continued.

Broadway was losing these actors to an accounting office. Louis leaned back on one of the sofas and crossed his arms with a brave expression.

"Tom has always been very nice to me." I commented, swirling the rest of the wine in my glass. "But I don't know..."

"I don't know, Y/N?" Louis spoke a little louder, turning his face abruptly to me.

"Yes, Tom is a nice guy but he is the kind of guy who ignores things I say, he was not organized and sometimes we almost missed deadlines... If he is like that at work, who will say to have a relationship with him."

I drank the rest of the wine and almost saw Louis erupt.

"Nothing beyond that stays between you?" I looked at Sam, who put his hand over his mouth, holding back his laughter, as did Anne, Paul, and Peter.

"Nah. " I repeated Louis' murmur from earlier and repeated his motion, leaning back against the couch behind me.

He ran his fingers through his bangs and chuckled gracelessly, denying it with his head. I narrowed my eyes in surprise at his reaction.

"It's getting late isn't it? Want some help cleaning up, petal?" Paul stroked my arm.

"I'll help my girl, Paulie." Louis imitated my voice when I called him and stared at Paul's hand on my arm, moving his mouth as if he were dissatisfied.

We talked some more, Louis was still silent and crossed his arms, his legs intertwined with each other and swinging rapidly.

I knew that Louis was about to explode, so I said goodbye to the guys who thanked me for the evening. Paul gave me a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. They motioned for me to tell them by text what was going to happen, I silently agreed and closed the door.

Louis had gotten up and was removing things from the coffee table. I started to organize the room and finished taking the last dishes to the sink.

"You and this Tom guy, have you ever had anything?" Louis was sponging one of the dishes. His sleeves were rolled up, which gave me a view of the tattoos on his wrist that I liked so much.

I poured myself the rest of the wine and leaned back against the sink where he was standing.

"We only went out together once." Which was true, but it was with the rest of the office and nothing happened because his wife accompanied us and I saw him as a father or even an uncle. I would stay in my tantrum, yes, he was the one who should end his.

"Hm." Louis answered.

"Why the question?"

Louis remained silent, washing the dishes as if it were the most fun thing in the world.

"Louis? If I asked a question, I want an answer." I said angrily, tired of the tantrum.

He continued in silence. I took a deep breath trying to oxygenate my brain and continued to stare at him.

I drank the rest of the wine and left the glass in the sink. I walked slowly to the door, still trying to remain calm.

"Where are you going?" Louis asked.

I just turned and smiled, raising my two middle fingers in his direction.

"Fuck you!" I shouted nervously, pointing at him.

Without waiting for his response, I headed towards my room, but within three steps I felt something pulling me, two cold, wet hands.

Louis might be shorter than most men, but he still possessed great strength.

In one swift movement, I felt him turn me around and my back hit the wall to my right and my head bounced, causing me to grunt in pain.

Louis pressed his body against mine, my hands went up to push his chest.

"I don't want to talk, Louis." I said annoyed, almost in tears already.

"What's up, luv? Your babe wants to know... "Louis brushed his nose across my neck, soon after caressing my face by turning and pulling it slightly to the opposite side, my eyes automatically closed."What were those teasing things earlier?"

My body stiffened, I couldn't hide anything from him.

"Let go of me. " I asked, still pushing him slightly, but it came out more like a groan.

Louis let out a small laugh and began to distribute wet kisses down my neck, sometimes my body betrayed me and shivered.

Louis's right hand, which previously held my waist, lifted my blouse to gain access to the skin of my belly and with a rush, held my right breast, massaging it lovingly.

"I'm sure my girl is getting wet..." His warm breath hitched against the cartilage of my left ear. "You like to tease me by showing off those luscious breasts, but in the end you're all mine, aren't you?"

I groaned as if in agreement. My hands, which before had been pushing her breasts, had moved to her back, scratching the white fabric.

"Who's my little whore? Hm?" His teeth went to my jaw, scraping it lightly, and then down to my neck where I felt pressure being applied.

Oh, hell! He was marking me.

"I-I-I..." I answered weakly and brushed my crotch against his.

My body arched and I held on to his arms, I could already feel the throbbing in between my legs as they buckled.

"My silly little girl!" He moved a few inches away from me and I opened my eyes, staring at Louis's long lashes in front of his blue orbs that were almost covered by his dilated pupils. "I saw what you did with the whole Tom and Paulie thing."

When I regained consciousness, I bit my lower lip and smiled mischievously, returning my hands to his back.

"What are you going to do about it, stud?" I teased.

Louis's hands went around my waist as he made a point of kissing me fiercely and hotly. My hands grabbed his face, pulling him to me, afraid that he would just stop and leave me there, hot and needy for his touch.

His hands went down to unbutton my jeans and unzip me. I let out a moan in anticipation and I could feel him smile in the middle of the kiss.

Louis pulled away from me and spun me around, placing me face down against the wall.

"Louis..." I moaned softly, thrusting my ass toward him.

I felt his pelvis fit over my ass and his member was already hardening, I tried to make more contact, but his hands on my waist stopped me.

"I know, luv... I want you too." I felt his chest against my back as I closed my eyes and rested my head on the wall and pressed my hands against it, trying to support myself. "I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock as I fuck you very slowly, because I know you like to feel my cock pulsing in you."

I was already dizzy, biting my lower lip trying to hide my moans, until Louis pulled away and his hands hooked on the hem of my jeans and pulled them down.

"Spread your legs, Darlin'"

I did as he cried out, with a little difficulty because my jeans were still binding my legs and the state of my panties was embarrassing.

His hand slid up and down my ass, and then slapped me with his open hand, which made me jump in surprise.

"My girl doesn't like to be neglected, huh?" Shivers ran through me, my breathing was heavy and my brows furrowed and more slaps came, making my skin burn and my eyes water. "You get needy for my cock when I don't fuck you, don't you?"

In one swift act, my panties were keeping company with my jeans. I pushed my hips even higher, rubbing one leg against the other in an effort to relieve the agony my clit felt.

"Daddy will take care of you, luv!" I heard some noises and then the glorious sensation of Louis's hot tongue running over my pussy.

"Louis!" I moaned loudly and his breath hitched against my exposed intimacy as he let out a laugh. His hands grabbed my thighs and spread them even further apart, leaving me wide open for him.

Louis's tongue ran from my sensitive spot to my entrance, sucking and licking. I swayed my hips trying to get closer, but whenever I did he laughed and ran just the tip of it all the way over. My eyes rolled back and a vibration came in the pit of my stomach.

He didn't last long there, but the sound of my wetness clicking on his tongue was something out of reality.

"Babe, please..." My right arm kept pushing against the wall while my left was bent and I massaged my breasts, trying to relieve myself somehow.

"What's wrong, kitten?" Louis groaned and blew against me.

I turned my head to the side and Louis had stood up, taking off his sweatpants along with his underwear and his white jacket, and threw them on the floor beside us.

"Daddy..." I murmured.

Louis' member was hard, and with the glans of his member shiny and pink, his left hand wrapped around it, going up and down slowly. Louis stroked my ass with his free hand, his lower lip was biting and his head eventually fell back as he sighed.

He knew how sexy I found the veins in his hands tensing up and showing as he played with his cock. The tattoos on his wrist added a special touch.

"Lucky for you I want to get it over with, luv... Otherwise you'd have to beg me to fuck you..." He spoke as his cock touched me, dragging and teasing me, making me almost fall to my knees on the floor. "I'm going to fuck your little pussy so hard, babe? I want to hear you moan for the rest of the night, do you want to feel my cock all the way in here?" His finger ran across my entrance, giving me mini shocks in that area.

I mumbled the only sound left in my throat. I turned my face forward and leaned my forehead against the wall. He knew how much I melted for his dirt talk.

My arm against the wall was aching, my forehead was sweaty, and my legs were almost giving way from the way they trembled.

Louis launched himself inside me without warning, burying his wet member until his balls slammed against my clit.

A scream tore through my throat, my nails digging into the wall. Louis didn't even give me time to get used to it, he immediately began thrusting against me. Back and forth, thrusting hard and trying to go all the way in. I was panting as was he, my eyes still closed, enjoying his member filling me.

I turned my face to the side opening my eyes and I could cum right there at the sight, my heart throbbed even more seeing Louis with his nails digging into my hips, his tattooed chest and arms tensed tightly and his head relaxed back with his mouth ajar.

"Fuck!" My eyelids fluttered and I could feel the anguish in my uterus rising.

"My girl is so hot, so warm and tight ... oh!" Louis went down again and if it wasn't for the euphoria, I could feel him almost ripping me in half with his cock slamming against my uterus.

I tilted my head back and one of Louis' hands grabbed my loose hair and formed a sort of ponytail. His hand forced my neck, causing my body to arch and my ass to bulge even more.

My back began to ache as his hipbones crashed against my muscles, he had never caught me this way before and I was already addicted to it. Louis let go of my hair and went back to kneading the sides of my hips.

I put my arm in front of me and bit down on it, feeling my face hit him lightly with the thrusts, my throat aching with the moans, and Louis murmured my name as he tried to sink even deeper inside me.

"Whose pussy is this, babe? Who fucks it hard and the way you like it?" Louis, still not stopping his thrusts, rotated his hips and a wave of ecstasy hit me at the cervix. My pussy clenching rapidly, I was getting there. Louis fucked me so fast that I couldn't even scream.

"You, babe! Only you, Louis!" I spoke softly and felt him kiss me on my back.

"Are you sure, babygirl?" Louis teased and again I felt his chest against my spine.

His cock was halfway out of me and seconds later I was already missing him, which didn't last long as I pushed my hips back against him, burying his cock back into me. I stood on my tiptoes and his member reached the hidden spot that Louis sometimes managed to reach.

"Come on my cock, babe! Because I'm going to mark you, fill you with my milk... Do you want it, my naughty little girl?"

My breath came out of my lungs in a sharp intake of breath. My body exploded inside, shuddering as Louis forced himself to orgasm. Small jolts ran through me, and the ground no longer seemed to be beneath my feet.

My man's nails sank into my skin, his thrusts became sloppy and a loud moan came from Louis' chest, his cock swelled even more inside me and I felt hot spurts fill me, joining my liquid. He groaned loudly and his hands gripped my waist tightly, easing the grip seconds later. Violent trembling came over my knees, causing me to close my eyes in shame as Louis continued inside me and hugged me from behind.

"What's up, Luv? Did I hurt you?" He pushed my hair away from my sweaty, flushed face. Louis kissed the top of my head and I could feel some shocks from the orgasm still being delivered and the delicious feeling of having him inside me.

I nodded positively and then negatively, answering his questions.

"Sorry about the last few days, I was so distracted, thinking about the new album, and then I realized that I didn't do the right thing to the point where my perfect girl insinuated herself to our friend and they talked about some guy at work."

"How did you find out?" I lay my face against the wall, feeling the frosty, chilling cold on my face. I was tired, almost closing my eyes.

"I know you, darlin'... You can't lie, your sign says so."

I covered my face in shame that he knew my shameful secret. Louis pulled his member out of me and already I felt it go limp, Louis tightened his embrace around my buttocks and his arms wrapped around mine, tucking me in.

"Thanks for not giving up on your Capricorn. He'll pay more attention to his girl."

I nodded and turned around, kissing him slowly, feeling his tongue caress mine calmly and tenderly. He was everything to me, giving him up would be the last thing I would ever do.

I pulled away still hugging him and could see his sweaty bangs.

"Thanks for the sex against the wall, it was amazing." I blinked, placing a kiss on his chin.

"Maybe tomorrow you'll rethink it." His face turned into a smile, kissing my cheeks.

I stared at him even longer, not understanding his statement.

"Uh... I may or may not have left some... marks." He gave me his best puppy dog face, squeezed my ass, and kissed my neck lightly.

I rolled my eyes eagerly to see these possible marks.

"All right, they're marks from my Capricorn..." I said, kissing him and jumping on his lap. "But if you ignore me again, you won't have sex against the wall or anywhere else." I shook his shoulder to get his attention and he agreed.

"No more Capricorn stuff!" He promised, raising his right hand.

Astrology thing or not, I loved the guy standing in front of me.

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Yandere! Hawks (Keigo Takami) - Scratches and Bruises

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Alright I’ll do it...I’LL WRITE HAWKS SMUT....but I won’t like it.

Okay people so This is gonna have talks of death, abuse, yandere shit.

Leggo!

...

“What’s a pretty girl like you do sad for?”

You looked up from your phone to find a man practically leaning over the restaurant table. You could smell the alcohol from miles away and the way he was moving wasn’t helping his case either. You were instantly put off by him. Correction: You were disgusted by him.

“What’s a ugly man like you so bold for?” you smiled sweetly as the venom dripped off your words. “I’m really not interested.” you looked back down at your phone. You were just about to get a new high score on your favorite phone game and this asshole was ruining your chances. Your character almost died twice since he began bothering you. It was really starting to get on your nerves. If you didn’t unlock that new skin, you might kill someone.

“Oh come on.” he slurred. “Can a guy just compliment such a pretty lady?”

“Not when he looks like fucking Voldemort.” you replied just as quickly as he ended his sentence. “You’re kind of bothering me right now.” you pressed pause on your game and looked up again. “I’ll ask again. What do you want, seriously?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a guy at one of the booths, staring over at you. It didn’t feel creepy, but it was enough to capture your attention. 

“I wanted to-”

“What do you want?” you cut him off again. “We’re wasting time here.” you threw your phone on the table. “Save me the headache and save your ego...” you crossed your arms. you faked a smile. “Goodbye.”

“You bit-”

“Is there a problem?” 

A new person walked up to you two. The same guy who you had noticed before stopped in front of your table. He had sandy brown hair, and very sharp looking eyes. You swore you’ve seen him somewhere. You weren’t too sure.

“Nothing buddy, just about to show this bitch who she’s talking to-”

You crossed your arms and shifted around in your seat. “I mean I don’t need to be shown anything.” you shrugged.

“Oh are you?” he laughed. “Well I hate to break it to you but I’ll have to intervene” the stranger laughed out loud. 

“What do you mean-”

The drunk was instantly floored as this stranger grabbed his by the neck and slammed his face against the table not even an inch away from your phone. The drunk landed on the floor with a thud, moaning in pain. You weren’t even sure if he was registering the pain he was in or the fact that he had gotten his ass handed to him in the first place. All that you knew was that he was being peeled off the floor and escorted (more like thrown out.).

“You’re welcome, lady.” the guy didn’t take another look at you before be took a step forward. 

“I didn’t need your help.” you snatched your phone off the desk. “I can take care of myself.” you rolled your eyes. “And I wasn’t gonna thank you, either.” you stood up. “I’m definitely not going to now.”

The man slowly turned around, revealing his face clearly. “Oh really?” 

He was attractive, no doubt about it. His tight black muscle tee with baggy jeans and boots...damn he was a looker. Yet you weren’t like most MC’s...it would take a bit more than that for him to have any impact on you.

“Really.” you repeated. You put a hand on your hip. “Now if you’ll excuse me...I’m off to find another table to sit at.”

The man who ‘saved’ you didn’t take his eyes off you all night. Even when your friends came and joined you. 

“Hey Y/N, is that Keigo Takami looking at you?”

“I think it is!” another friend piped.

“Who?” you stared at her as you lowered your drink. “Who is Keigo Takami?”

“Y’know...Hawks.” she whispered. “I heard they call him that when he served time...” 

“He’s a literally crazy person. He’s an absolute menace! He’s a former hero...”

“Can imagine why...he beat the shit out of this guy who tried to hit on me.”

“Him?! I haven’t heard of him ever doing that for anyone before.” your other friend widened her eyes. “Y/N, I’ve heard of his past relationships...they didn’t end well. They all ended up missing...or in therapy.”

“I can take care of myself.” you shrugged. “I’m sure whatever Hawks has for me, I can take.”

“Don’t say that so freely, Girl. I heard he has a lot of screws loose.” your friend put a hand on your shoulder. “Like a lot.”

“Well whatever Mr. Man has in store for me, I’ll be prepared. It can’t be that bad, right?” your confidence dispersed a little bit. You looked behind you back at Keigo who had been cracking open a can of beer. He looked a little to interested in his own world to see you staring. 

“Y/N...Y/N!” your friend snapped her fingers in your face. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah!” You focused back on your friends, feeling your emotions sort of switch. 

From the corner of the room, Keigo’s eyes followed you. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he studied you. Never in his life had he ever seen a girl like you before. He had never been so...fascinated either. Something inside him snapped, he had to get to know you.

He had to.

...

“Is there a reason  you’re following me?”

On a trip to the supermarket, you couldn’t help but voice your opinions. Keigo was hiding in behind a display of cans whilst you stared at the cheese. Hmmm Cheddar or American? Maybe Havarti! Hmm Pepperjack? Why were there too many types of cheeses?! Too many options!

“You have a very keen eye.” he revealed himself. “I like that.” he began walking along side down down the aisle. “Try this one, it’s the best on burgers.” he grabbed a package of Pepperjack cheese and tossed it in the cart.

“I’m just very aware.” you replied boredly. “It comes with the territory.” you opted to ignore him trying to shop for you. 

“Of being a hero?” 

His words made you freeze. You hadn’t been a hero in years, let along thought about it. It had been so long...

“I hung up my cape years ago.” you rebutted. Your tried to keep your voice steady, but he could tell his words affected you. It made you wonder how he even knew that.

“I can say the same.” he winked. “Only I traded the cape for...other things.”

“I can tell...Hawks.” you grumbled in reply. “That’s what they used to call you right?”

Keigo knew you were challenging him. Part of him was angry, others not so much. He was interested to say the least. No one dared call him that anymore. Hell, no one lived long enough to even finish such a sentence. What made you so different? You had guts...he liked that.

“Yeah...that part of my life is over now.” he began following you down the aisle. “What about you? Why’d you give up hero work?”

“That’s not something I want to discuss with a stranger in the middle of the store.” 

“I get it...how’s 7:00 sound?”

“Pardon me?” You and your cart skid to a stop. “What did you just say to me?”

“I’ll meet you at the bar we met around 7! Don’t be late, and tell the bartender Takami Keigo is gonna be waitin’ for ya.” he winked. “Don’t leave me waiting princess...”

“I don’t even know you!” you were taken aback. “You don’t even know my name...”

Keigo’s face twisted into a smirk. He took a step towards you. You flattened yourself against the aisle wall as he trapped you against the cereal. “So tell me...What’s your name?”

“Huh?!”

“For a hero...you’re pretty dense.” he chuckled, nearing his face closer. “I asked your name, Hun.” he winked. “Won’t you tell me?”

“Y/N.” you replied breathlessly. “My name is Y/N.” Why did you tell him that, you had no clue. Idiot!

“Okay then Y/N.” he neared his face towards yours. “7:00 tonight...okay?”

“Uh huh.” you nodded. 

“Wonderful, I’ll see you tonight, princess.”

... 

You sat at the bar stool, spinning around lazily. You called all of your friends, your parents, hell even your grandparents. You didn’t tell them the details, but you told them if you didn’t message them back by 9:00 AM the next morning, call you just in case.

“What can I get you?” the barkeep walked up, wearing a kind smile on his face. You suddenly remembered that Keigo had told you, and you didn’t trust it one bit. “Can I get a water please?” 

“Coming right up, young lady.” the older man kindly looked at you. “Anything for the former Number 1 hero!”

You giggled bashfully. “Please, that was years ago.” you shook your head. “I appreciate it though.” you smiled. Hero work, the bane of your existence. Your past buddies and partners had all begged you not to leave, but with the amount of scars and suffering you endured, you had no choice.

You wouldn’t put yourself through that again, not for anyone. 

“Here you are miss.” the glass was set in front of you. 

“Thanks.” you put your hand over the top of the glass. Now that it was in yoru hand, you could move accordingly. “I was also supposed to meet someone here?...Told me to tell you to expect me...Keigo Takami?”

The barkeep’s face fell, fear striking his features. “O-oh! You’re Mr. Takami’s company for the night! I’m supposed to escort you to his special booth.”

“Special booth?” you repeated.

“Y-yes, please follow me!” he urged. “Only VIPs are allowed back here, but he rented out the entire back area just for you!”

You felt your senses go off, fight or flight mode. Now or never. You reached in your purse. Knife, check. Mace, check....Gun...check.

The kind barkeep took you to a back area. It looked like the main dining area, only a lot more high end. Slow jazz music was playing in the background and the lights were low. He was right, there was no one here...except one person.

He dawned a brown leather jacket, black skinny jeans and those all to familiar boots. He tapped his fingers against the table as he stared down at his phone.

“Mr. Takami. She’s here.”

Keigo looked up with that shit-eating smirk. “Thank you Hideo, leave us.”

The barkeep stalked off leaving you alone. You suddenly felt out of place. You looked around, taking note of the city beaming outside the windows. 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” 

You looked back over at Keigo again, almost surprised. “Yeah, it is.” you nodded.

He motioned next to him. “You wanna sit down or are you gonna stand there staring at me? I don’t bite.” he winked.

Silently, you sat down, still keeping your distance from the man. You were about a good two feet away from him. You weren’t too keen on getting any closer.

“I’m surprised you came. I thought you’d find a way to get out of this.”

“I am too, but I figured I’d entertain this idea...just for tonight.” you shrugged. “Don’t try anything, got it?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Keigo cracked a genuine smile. You looked stunning and he wanted to tell you that. He wouldn’t admit it, but he knew about you when you were going by your hero alias. He recognized the way you walked, the way you spoke. You could have killed that freak who hit on you if you wanted to. However you didn’t. He was curious about that.

“Why did you ask me out?” you raised an eyebrow before he could get a word out.

“I’ll let you know in a minute.” he winked. “I’m more interested in you.”

“Like what?” you raised an eyebrow. “How interesting can I be?”

Keigo didn’t want to say he did extensive research on you and couldn’t find shit. It drove him crazy. It was making him go quite literally insane. He was more that interested. He was invested. When he didn’t answer, you sighed.

“You tell me first.” you crossed your arms. “I know your reputation proceeds you.” you raised a brow.

“Princess, that’s not how this works.” he tried to sound as if he was joking. “I ask the questions here.”

“Well it is today.” you shrugged. “Either we have an even exchange or you’re out of luck.” you shrugged. “You decide.”

Keigo stared blankly at you. You were a tough nut, that was for sure. Plus you sure as hell weren’t afraid of death. That must have meant you had no idea what he was capable of. Then again, it must have been your Hero Side taking a stance.

After what felt like a minute, he sighed in defeat. “...A friend of mine was killed by a hero.” he confessed. “You ever hear of someone called The Bronze Monk?”

“That name sounds familiar?” you raised an eyebrow. “He’s another hero, right? He can turn his fists into bronze.” You tried to recall.

“Mhm...He killed my friend.” Keigo clenched his fist. “I did 6 years because of him....”

“I don’t understand.” you raised an eyebrow. “What does that have to do with you?”

“This was while you were dominating the game I guess, so I don’t blame you for not knowing.” he shrugged and he slapped a hand on the table. “HIDEO! TWO BEERS.”

“So I’m confused. I heard The Bronze Monk died mysteriously...he fell from over 500 stories...”you paused. You took to time to noticed that Keigo has aired out his wings this time around. You didn’t even noticed he HAD wings. “It was all over the-...wait a second...You never said who your friend was.”

“She was a- she was a villain.” Keigo sighed. “She was like a sister to me and I was tryna get her to stop being so dumb...turn over a new leave and she was doing so well! Shit, but...one day she dumbly got into a fight with that asshole and I watched my friend die right there.” Keigo hitched his words slightly.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” you said sadly, regretting opening your big mouth. “I didn’t mean to-”

“No...it’s fine. I guess in order to move on I gotta talk about it right?” he sat up straight as the barkeep came back with two mugs and quickly stalked back off. “I was so blinded by my own anger. What type of hero would go out of their way to punish someone trying to make amends....” he seethed. “I flew him up to the tallest building in the city and dropped him...I only got off on good behavior...”

It finally all made sense, to you at least. You let what he said marinate and sit well...it felt surreal.

“So.” Keigo grabbed his glass and took a huge gulp. “I’ve said my peace. You’re turn.”

You stared at this guy for what felt like ages. Something told you that this guy couldn’t be trusted. All the alarms were going off at the same time...but for some reason-

“My parents wanted me to be a hero.” you said. “My quirk is hereditary, so it’s passed from person to person.” you shrugged. “I loved saving people, helping people...then-” you paused. “I saw how corrupt, and hateful, and disgusting these so-called heroes were...I lost someone important to me too.”

Keigo raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. You took a swig of beer, trying to gather your thoughts. 

Keigo took note of the way you were fiddling with your left hand. Your thumb grazed over your ringer finger as if something was missing...something important.

“Who was the guy?” Keigo asked, snapping you out of your trance. He had a gut feeling he already knew, but he wanted to hear it from your mouth.

“...H-he was um...we dated since high school.” you shrugged. “We were a team, him and I.” you smiled at the memory. “When he turned his back on the hero world, they turned their back on him too.”

“Meaning?”

“They sold him out.” you choked. “They left him for dead and told me he would be okay. I should have gone back for him but they held me back, they told me there were other people that needed my help.”

“What happened when you learned the truth?” Keigo asked. He only knew that a poor hero lost his life, he didn’t know that the only other survivor just so happened to be his future wife.

“I had to choose...my friends and my morals or being a hero. If anyone knows just how two faced and conniving these people are, it’s me.” you shuddered. “I’ve met traitors, and killers disguised as good guys. At one point I couldn’t take it anymore and I gave up! Forget being number 1, forget status, forget everything...Being a hero...lost me everything.”

“Hm. Thank you for sharing that with me, Princess.” he replied. “It must have been hard to do...it’s nice to know you trust me so much.”

“It was only fair, I guess.” you boredly drank. “It not that big a deal.” you stared down at your fingers. “It was years ago, I’ve moved on.”

Keigo took note of how your mood faltered. He couldn’t have that.

“Hey, look at me?”

“Hm?” you looked up from your glass.

“I’m sure where ever your fiancé is, whatever he’s up to. He doesn’t blame you.” he put a hand over yours. “He wouldn’t hate you for moving on either.”

“He wouldn’t?” you narrowed your eyes. “How do you know?”

Keigo couldn’t answer, he just wanted to say something, anything, to put a smile on your face. It was like a second nature in such a short time. He wanted to be your hero. “It’s just a hunch...you shouldn’t be afraid to move on...sometimes all you need is a push out the nest.” he winked as his wings twitched behind his back.

“Bird humor? Really?” you scoffed.

“It’s what I do, princess.”

...

After the heavy and depressing, you don’t think you laughed that hard in years. 

“Wait hold on.” you stopped laughing. “Pause for a minute! You, with those big ass wings got your ass handed to you by some chump named ‘The weather man?’” you were crying from laughing so hard.

“He could control the wind!” he defended, also laughing. “You shoulda seen it!”

“Well maybe you need to exercise your quirk more.” you crossed your arms.

“As if you’re the master of your own.” he playfully rolled his eyes.

“As a matter of fact, I am!” you raised an eyebrow. “Shall I demonstrate?” you scooted out the booth and stood up. “Don’t blink or you might miss it.”

Keigo leaned back in his seat, now very interested in what you were about to display for him. He watched your eyes narrow in focus as you held your hands out in front of your face. Slowly, a very tiny tornado formed in your hands, small and handheld. This mini tornado was soon replaced by a tree sprouting out of the top. You waved your hand around and miraculously summoned rain out of your palm. 

“Okay Y/N, focus.” you mumbled. Suddenly, out of everything, a flame erupted from the center of your hand. 

He watched in awe, he had never heard of anyone with a quirk like this one before. With another flick of the hand, everything you had summoned disappeared. “Ta-da!”

“That was amazing.” he commented as your sat down. “What was that??”

“I come from a long line of ‘benders’. Funny name, I know.” you giggled. “I can bend another element...spirit. I can only do it when I’m really happy though.”

“Why didn’t you try that one?”

“...I said I can only do it when I’m happy.” you smiled sadly. It didn’t take long for Keigo to catch on. 

“Oh.” he raised a brow. “Sorry, I-”

“It’s alright.” you shook your head. “Ever since...he died...I’ve never been able to do it.” you shrugged. “Maybe one day I’ll be able to.”

“I’d love to witness that.” Keigo laced his fingers within yours, making your face heat up. “I bet it’s beautiful.”

“...S-shush.” you scoffed, looking away bashfully.

Suddenly the song changed, a slow jazz song began playing. A slow beat, with soft drums and what you could describe as a romantic saxophone.

“Dance with me.” he held out his hand. 

You smiled, rolling your eyes playfully as you took his hand and stood up. He guided you to the middle of the floor. he pulled you flush against his chest. The slow music seemed to drown out the hustle of the city noise outside. He hummed thoughtfully, singing to the tune for you. 

“You never told me.” you mused as you two moved in sync.

“Told you what, princess?”

“Why did you ask me out?”

“Truth be told, something drew me to you.”

“Like what?” you innocently stared. “What about me could possibly interest you?”

“Out of everything you’ve told me, everything really.” he bit his lip. “You’re amazing, everything about you.”

“You aren’t so bad yourself, Keigo.” you shyly replied. You turned around and rested your back against his chest. He rested his head in the divot of your shoulder. He wrapped his arms around your waist, guiding you along to the music. 

He was right, he wouldn’t leave you, not now. Not ever. 

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it, princess.”

“If I admitted I was wrong about you, would you hold it against me?”

Keigo nearly froze. A shock was sent up his spine as the words left your lips. “You shouldn’t say things like that, princess.”

“How come?” you turned around to face him. 

“I want to-” he bit his lip. A gentle hand rested on the base of your neck, his thumb caressing your throat. He laid a kiss on your lips, passion dripping off of every peck. His tongue slipped through the small gap as he moaned against your mouth. You whimpered and shivered feeling his tongue dominate your mouth. He responded with sounds of his own. Shaky breathes and low groans.

You responded to his touch, allowing his hands to travel under your shirt. “Keigo.” you whimpered. Your feverishly ran your hands through his hair, practically gluing your bodies together. You felt his fingertips creep under shirt, dancing across your skin. “W-we can’t do this here.”

“You’re totally right.” he didn’t cease, instead opting to kiss down your neck. “So...my place or yours.”

You felt yourself lose all sense of direction. “Y-yours.”

“You’ve just opened up Pandora’s Box, princess.”

...

You fell back on his bed, crawling backwards. He rid himself of that jacket and his shirt, leaving him to flex his muscles, his wings, and everything. You stared up, trembling in anticipation. 

Your friends would probably kill you, but you didn’t particularly care. You hugged yourself, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. 

Keigo loved it. It meant you still had innocence flowing in your veins, not for long. He would toy with your brain. He would bend you to his will and drive you insane with lust. You would be the perfect sidekick for him. He stalked over to you, biting his lip. 

“Look at you.” he mused. “You’re so cute.” he giggled. He rested a knee at the edge of the bed, beginning to crawl towards you. 

You noticed his wings were spread wide, covering over you two like a shield.

“C-can I?”

“Go ahead Princess.” he smiled knowingly. He had the look as if he knew something you didn’t. You reached a trembling hand to gently brush his beautiful feathers. A low groan erupted from his throat.

“Oh my gosh! Am I hurting you?” you almost withdrew your hand back.

“Don’t stop...please.” he growled lowly. 

It was only then you realized, this was turning him on. You ran your hands through his feathers. They were soft, shiny even. 

“Enough!” he grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. “Look at you, princess. All ready for me.” he laughed. “I wonder how wet I can make that pussy for me.” he used his other hand to fumble with the button of your jeans.

You trembled under his touch, feeling your pants slide down your legs. You were completely drowned in your own lust. A fire was prominent in your chest. You were shaking under his fingertips. 

“Enjoy this, princess.” he winked before crawling down. He lifted your shirt up and planted little kisses along your stomach. He grabbed the hem of your panties with his teeth and pulled them down. 

You were squirming in anticipation, waiting. 

“You smell so...so-” he didn’t finish his sentence because he had drove his tongue up your slit. A gasp escaped your lungs. Absentmindedly, you had grabbed a fist full of his hair. 

“Fuuuh~” you couldn’t speak. You weren’t even sure he’d be able to hear your over the sound of your wetness. You could feel your water dribble down your thighs. 

“Wrapped your legs around my head.” he growled, digging his nails into your thighs. “Grind that pussy against my tongue, princess.” 

You thrashed against his mouth, feeling warmth gather in the pit of your stomach. “Keigo!”

He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked harshly, making you cry out even louder. 

Keigo felt himself lose touch with everything, he was only focused on you in the moment. Fuck, was he hard too. Hearing your moans. Shit, he couldn’t wait to bury himself into you. 

“Baby, do you hear that?” he looked up at you as he promptly replaced his tongue with his fingers. “Listen.” he pumped his fingers into you. “You sound so fucking cute” he groaned, mimicking your soft whimpers. “It feels good, yeah?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. 

Suddenly, he yanked his fingers out of you. His head fell forward to rest on your pubic bone. He sounded as if he came just now even if it was you getting all the pleasure. 

Like a predator stalking after it’s prey he meet your eyes. He wore a sadistic grin with his bottom lip taken between his teeth. He sat up, fumbling with his belt buckle. 

“You ready for me, princess?”

“Yes, p-please?” you whimpered. 

Fuck, you couldn’t do that to him. He had a mind to tear you apart where you lay. Your jaw went slack as his cock was released from its restraints. Would that even- Inside you?! 

You felt it brush against you, slightly. You met his eyes and froze there. He was staring down at you. He looked absolutely feral. You could barely look away as he slid himself inside your throbbing hole. He painfully slowly rolled his hips into you. He twitched inside as he bucked his hips into you. 

“Look at how good we fit together. That’s right.” he managed through clenched teeth. “My cock was meant to be here. I was meant to fuck you.” he snarled. 

You tightened around his length as he thrust harder. “You’re so fucking beautiful, princess.” His jaw dropped again. “Say my name, please?”

“K-keigo.” you obeyed. You felt a warmth in your chest as well as your core. It was like a fire was being ignited in the pit of your soul. “I’m gonna-”

“Fuck! Don’t finish that sentence.” he snarled. “You don’t wanna know what I’m gonna do as a result.”

In a swift motion, you were suddenly staring down at Keigo. He had a death grip on your legs as he was now thrusting upwards. You had your hands on his chest in an attempt to support yourself.

“I think I like you more when you’re riding me.” he bit his lip. “You look so fucking sexy. Those moans, that body, your pretty fucking pussy-”

“Keigo, please! I can’t it anymore.”

“Oh yeah, you gonna cum? You wanna cum for me, baby?” he spoke in a babyish voice. “You wanna cum all over Papa Bird’s cock? Do it, do it for me...ARGH FUCK!”

You felt his warmth inside you at the exact same time you had came. He was shaking under you, rolling his hips upwards to relieve the friction he had caused. 

Keigo stared in amazement at a bright light erupted from your chest, a small bird in the shape of smoke began flying around the room.

“That would be spirit.” you laughed tiredly, watching the quirk you had thought died reactivate out of nowhere. 

“I hope you know...you can never leave me now.” Keigo sat up to lay kisses on your neck. “You’re mine now.”

(AND DONE! This was Hawks debut on the blog so lets all give hem a huge hello!)

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