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starglitterz · 4 months

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♡ SPICY. // PART TWO

❝ tell me what you see when you look at me, 'cause i am a ten out of ten, honestly. ❞ // attractive things the genshin men do <3

✧ feat ; albedo, dainsleif, gorou, itto, kazuha, lyney, neuvillette, scaramouche, tighnari, zhongli x gn!reader

✧ warning(s) ; fluff, suggestive, (kinda???) modern au for itto, extremely suggestive for itto + neuvi

✧ a/n ; woahhh it's been like ten thousand years since the release of part one but here's part 2 finally ! i doubt anyone was actively waiting for this LOL but regardless i hope you enjoy it!

part one︱part two

✦ as an alchemist, you’d expect ALBEDO to always be in a white lab coat stained with all manner of chemicals, but he’s the opposite – he’s always dressed to the nines in formalwear, with his trademark coat layered on top of it to keep him from freezing in dragonspine. he only ever removes it when he’s visiting you in mondstadt. in the quiet of your peaceful apartment, albedo will be busy preparing dinner, and you feel like a starving victorian man when you see him roll his sleeves up, exposing the rare sight of his pale wrists. his fingers are long and slender too, but there’s something about the way the white fabric of his dress shirts clings to his forearms, emphasising his lean muscle and making you wonder if you’re drooling. you’re pretty sure he’s caught you staring way too many times, but he always just gives you a soft smile – he can’t understand why you’d admire him like this when you’re the one he’s always believed to be a masterpiece.

✦ dating DAINSLEIF is a quiet affair. he’s not one for over-the-top gestures or grand proclamations of his love, but he never fails to make it known that he absolutely adores you with his whole heart. between the two of you, you’re the one who always talks more, always chattering away endlessly about your latest fancy. but no matter what you’re prattling on about, dainsleif will always tilt his head and gaze at you as if you’re giving a speech on the most interesting topic in the world. he’ll even have a small smile gracing his lips, his usually stern expression now softening into one far more gentle. he’ll even nod and ask all the right questions, proving that he was paying attention the entire time. and if you ever feel guilty for talking so much, he’ll instantly reassure you that your voice is music to his ears, and if he could he’d listen to it forever.

✦ some days, it’s like GOROU can’t even believe he’s dating you. he’s just so adorable, getting incredibly flustered whenever you even breathe in his direction. his face turns bright red and he starts stumbling over his words, barely able to string together words into coherent sentences. or if by some miracle he manages to keep his composure, his tail is a dead giveaway – it’ll be wagging at the speed of light whenever you praise him. you could be doing the most mundane tasks like laundry or washing dishes, and he’d still look at you with heart eyes as if you hung the very stars in the sky.

✦ without a doubt, ITTO has no clue how attractive he is. once you move in together, he’ll just always walk around shirtless, even though you squeal in surprise whenever you see him. i mean c’mon, who could blame you? the oni is ripped thanks to all the hours he spends at the gym, and when you see his muscles flexing, showing off the gleaming red tattoos illustrated across his back and torso, you have to excuse yourself because you swear you’re seriously about to start barking. to make things worse, he always pairs it with those stupid baggy grey sweatpants that make you actually want to pounce on him – it’s always a struggle to keep your eyes on his face. you’re beginning to think he knows the effect though, because you always end up in the bedroom together when he wears them.

✦ KAZUHA is the type of boyfriend who adores casual skinship. wherever you are, he’ll always find some way to touch you – whether it’s an arm wrapped around your waist, his head leaning on your shoulder, his fingers intertwined with yours… the list is endless. but his absolute favourite has to be when you wear shorts. one of his hands somehow always ends up on your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin. it isn’t necessarily heated, it’s just comforting for him to know you’re there beside him. but you’re aware of his intentions whenever he starts doing it under the table in public, merely tilting his head to give you a playful smirk and a wink that’s imperceptible to anyone else.

✦ the entirety of fontaine knows that LYNEY is a flirtatious rascal. yet with you, he thinks he’s met his match. the two of you are constantly bantering, attempting to outdo one another in gifts and pick-up lines and dates – lynette says you both are more like competitors than partners. however, it’s just the way the both of you show affection. but there’s one move that LYNEY knows will always guarantee him the win. you’ll be chattering away, planning out your next date, and suddenly his magician hands are at your waist, fingers slipping into your belt loops to tug you closer before pressing a mischievous kiss on your lips. your shocked and flustered expression always makes his day.

✦ as the iudex of fontaine, it makes sense that NEUVILLETTE is not one for tomfoolery. but when it comes from you, he always seems to accept whatever pranks or teasing you throw his way. but sometimes, if you’re acting up too much in public, all it takes is one look from him to set you back in line. his dark blue eyes narrow as he glances at you, lifting one brow as if to ask if you’re really willing to keep going like this. that decision is up to you – will you continue misbehaving, crossing the line to see just what he’ll do? or will you be good and quiet down in the hopes that he’ll reward you?

✦ everybody knows that SCARAMOUCHE is a brat. that doesn’t change when he somehow becomes your boyfriend. he likes pushing your buttons, always wondering when you’re going to tip over the edge. even just simple requests will prompt him to reply ‘“oh yeah?” “make me.” “mhmm.”’ and it drives you up the wall. not just because it’s annoying, but also because it’s strangely attractive to see the way he raises his eyebrow and leans back in his seat, a smug smirk playing about his lips. but fear not, the easiest way to get him to behave is just by grabbing his collar and pulling him into a kiss. he’ll be so surprised that he’ll instantly go do whatever you told him to just so that you don’t see his blushing face.

✦ it’s 100% a green flag when men are willing to explain things to you instead of assuming you wouldn’t be able to grasp the concept, and TIGHNARI is a shining example of this. as the chief of the forest rangers, he’s extremely well-versed on everything related to sumeru’s jungles, and this extends to skills outside of foraging, as he’s also talented at cooking and preparing medicines. if you’re curious or eager to learn, he’ll always explain it to you in a way that makes it easy for you to understand, and even if you don’t, he’s very patient, and will answer every single one of your questions no matter how dumb you may think they are until you get it. seeing the proud smile on his face once you successfully achieve whatever he taught you is more than enough incentive for you to rush to learn even more from your beloved boyfriend.

✦ ZHONGLI is the type of lover that comes once in a millenia (which is probably how long he’s been alive too). he’s the whole package; sweet, caring, smart, not to mention handsome! (the only problem is that he’s constantly broke…) you’re lucky to have him as your boyfriend, and the first time you realised this was when the two of you were walking through a busy crowd in liyue’s bustling harbour while trying to run some errands. upon sensing your discomfort at how the strangers were unintentionally jostling you and bumping into the two of you, ZHONGLI wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him to put more space between you and everyone else walking past. once the crowd thins out, he’ll guide you with his hand on the small of your back, the warmth a gentle reminder that he’ll always be there for you.

yeah sorry i deserve to be sent to horny jail for some of these 😭 HAHAHA js be glad cyno was in part one bc the things i want to do to that man... Unspeakable

#✏️ — quill writes !#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #albedo x reader #dainsleif x reader #gorou x reader #itto x reader #kazuha x reader #lyney x reader #neuvillette x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #tighnari x reader #zhongli x reader #astronetwrk #genshin fluff

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literaryavenger · 6 months

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Hiii, I saw you asked for one-shot suggestions and I was thinking of something domestic and fuffly, a lazy morning with them not wanting to wake up and get up, things like that.

Sorry the request wasn't good, it's the first time I've made suggestions, but I appreciate your work 💕

I wrote this so quickly that I'm surprised my fingers could keep up with my brain, lol. Thank you for the request! I always appreciate some inspiration, and thank you for reading my stories!❤️

Also keep in mind it's like 2:30 am, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, I did my best to catch them all.

Mornings Like This

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Minimal use of YN. Language. Nothing more, just fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 1.4K

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One thing Bucky never thought he'd have was a chance at a normal life.

Before even the war, Hydra and everything that followed he didn’t think he’d be lucky enough to find a girl that loved him enough to build a life with him.

Now in the 21st century, the super soldier felt more out of place than ever.

Going from one fight after the other was exhausting, even if he was fighting with the people he came to think of as family, Tony included.

It still didn’t change the fact that he was tired, the kind of tired sleep can’t fix.

That’s why, right now, he can’t help but be grateful as he wakes up with you in his arms.

For Bucky, you’re everything. You’re his best friend, his most trusted teammate, you’re his hope, his dream, his angel sent by God himself.

You’re the person he trusts with every part of himself, he knows you’d never judge him, you always believe in him and you’re not afraid to call him out.

He can always trust you to be honest.

You’re the love of his life, his future. You’re the calm he’s been looking for his whole life. He still considers the day he met you the happiest of his life, and there’s not a day that goes by where he doesn’t remind you all of this.

Bucky opens his eyes slowly, still fighting to sleep a little longer, but as soon as he sees your face inches away from his he knows it's a losing fight.

He can’t help but smile as he watches your face in the most relaxed state, trying to commit every inch of it to memory just like he does every morning.

Today is one of those rare days where neither of you have anything to do; no training, no missions, no briefings, no outings.

A normal day where you can just be lazy like normal people do. Bucky lives for days like these, starting with one of his favorite activities: shamelessly staring at you.

"Are you watching me sleep, you little creep?" you say, not opening your eyes with a smile starting to form on your face.

"You bet your ass I am." He says proudly.

"Careful or I’ll tell Steve you used a bad word." At the sound of his laugh you can't help but open your eyes and the sight in front of you was nothing short of glorious.

Your super soldier boyfriend, shirtless, with a smile that could light up all of the stars in the sky looking at you like you hung up those stars just for him.

At this point you’ve woken up next to him more times than you can count, hundreds, maybe thousands, but this sight right in front of you never fails to knock the breath out of your lungs.

"Who’s the little creep staring now, huh?" he teases with a goofy grin.

"Can you blame me when my boyfriend is so pretty?" you see his cheeks getting pink and decide to tease him a little bit more.

"Awwe, my pretty baby’s blushing!" he groans as his face gets redder and he hides his face in the crook of your neck, while you keep cooing at him.

"Stooop." he says, his voice muffled. You’re laughing when suddenly he’s on top of you, tickling your sides.

"Say you’re sorry!" he says over and over while laughing, never relenting on his vicious attack.

"Never!" you're practically squealing at this point, tears coming down your eyes because of how much you're laughing.

"I can do this all day, doll!" and you know he could, so you finally give in.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry, okay, just stop!" that seems to satisfy him as he stops tickling you but doesn't move away from on top of you.

Instead he starts peppering kisses all over your face, barely giving you enough time to catch your breath. "Bucky!" you can do nothing more than laugh, and the melodic sound is just an incentive for him to keep going.

Finally he starts slowing down, giving you one last kiss on the lips. But before he could pull away, you wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you and deepening the kiss. He hummed into the kiss and after a few moments you let go of each other.

"Good morning, angel." he says while looking down at you with the sweetest smile.

"Good morning, handsome." you answer with a smile matching his.

He rolls off of you, but doesn't go very far as he pulls you basically on top of him and wraps his arms tightly around you. "Buck, I can barely breathe."

He shrugs. "You don’t need to breathe."

"Trust me, I do." you giggle while he loosen his hold on you. You feel him sight under you, so you raise your head to look him in the eye "Everything okay, baby?"

His eyes meet yours as he answers "Everything’s perfect, bunny. I wish we could stay like this forever…"

You can't help but smile at him. "Me too, honey…" but your smile falters a little when you glance at the clock on the bedside table.

"I hate to ruin the moment, but I have to get up." you try to get out of his arms, but he just holds onto you tighter, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Where are you going?" He gives you an adorable pout and you almost give up on your attempts to get up, not that they were going anywhere in any case.

"I might’ve told Tony I’d help him test his new gadgets." you say with a sheepish smile.

"C’mon sweets, you can do that any day, just stay here with me a little longer." he almost whines, shuffling a little so you're on your sides and he buries his face in your neck, yet again.

"Buck, I promised him! I can’t just not show up." you chuckle at his almost childish behavior, glad that he feels comfortable enough around you to act like this.

"There’s no way I’m gonna let you get up to go test Tony’s death traps." His muffled words only make you laugh more.

"And what are you gonna do to keep me here, huh?" you challenge, as if you had any other choice with his tight grip on you.

He took his head away from your neck and looked at you for a few seconds before almost yelling "Hey Friday, can you let Tony know that miss YLN won’t be joining him today? Thank you." he has a victorious look on his face while the AI said "Certainly, Sergeant Barnes."

You groan and this time it's your turn to bury your face in his chest. "I knew teaching you to use Friday would come back to bite me in the ass." you can feel his laughter from deep in his chest and the kiss he plants on the top of your head makes you smile against his skin.

"C’mon angel, let me see your pretty face." you can feel your face heating up but you look at him nonetheless. "There she is."

Bucky kisses the tip of your nose and laughs when you make a face at him that's supposed to be annoyed but he thinks it's just adorable.

"I love you, doll" He says after a few moments of silence. "I know I tell you everyday, but I can’t help it. I’m the luckiest man in the world to get to hold you and kiss you and love you and I’ll never stop doing it for as long as you allow me to."

You're about to cry, so, obviously, you have to ruin the moment "Fine! I’ll stay in bed with you, just stop being so damn sweet." he laughs at your joke, but you're melting inside so you decide to give him a serious answer.

You put both your hands on his cheeks and kiss him. "I love you too, Bucky. I appreciate everything you do for me and I’ll never not want you in my life. You’re the love of my life, my soulmate. You’re it for me. I’m sorry but you’re stuck with me."

He smiles and kisses you again. "I can live with that."

You're about to kiss him again when suddenly there's a loud knock at the door. You and Bucky look at each other, confused, until you hear a voice yelling behind the door.

"YN YLN WHAT DOES IT MEAN YOU’RE NOT GONNA HELP ME?! YOU PROMISED!" Tony keeps whining through the door as Bucky groans and throws his head back into the pillow in frustration, while you laugh at both the men’s antics.

You give Bucky a quick kiss before getting up. "This is your fault, you know." you tell him as you move towards the door, but before you can answer you get hit by a pillow on your back.

You look back to see Bucky laughing his ass off at the shocked look on your face.

God, he’s lucky you love him.

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blackberrysummerblog · 9 days

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Hi all! Thank you @rimeswithpurple, @cutestkilla, @thewholelemon, and @forabeatofadrum for the recent tags! I can’t believe it’s already this late in the year. It’s not Sunday yet, but I’m working tomorrow so I’m just going ahead and posting early so I can feel like I did something. I know tomorrow can be a hard day for some, but here’s wishing a very Happy Mother’s Day to those of you to whom it applies, and a peaceful day to those for whom it’s a little more difficult ❤️

I’ve been relatively busy with my writing this week (GASP) so I have a couple of things to share. First, some Baz POV from the second chapter of The Field Trap—things are looking up at last:

Eight snakes and a dragon. I knew he would be wet when he came blustering in—it’s why I unpacked his rucksack and laid his spare clothes out by the lit stove—but I still wasn’t prepared for the sight of Simon Snow’s ridiculously thin t-shirt and uniform pants cleaving to his body as though they’d become part of his skin. His chest is heaving, his curls are dripping in his eyes, and he’s holding aloft a brace of four large rabbits that he’s already cleaned.

Honey, I’m home, he’d said, and I know it was a joke, but if I wasn’t dead before, I certainly am now.

“Wipe your feet before you come in any farther,” I say shortly. “Dry clothes are by the fire.” I turn my back and hear him laying down the rabbits and his bow and arrows. Two loud thumps signal his shoes coming off, and then there’s the slushy sound of wet cloth rubbing against itself as Simon makes his way over to the fire.

“You laid my clothes out for me,” he says, like he’s awestruck. I bite the inside of my cheek and stare up at the ceiling, trying not to visualize what’s going on behind me as I hear his sodden clothes hitting the floor. “Baz?”

“What.” Who am I kidding, I’m very much visualizing all of it.

“You can look.” His throat sounds dry. I shake my head, eyes squeezed shut now with the effort of holding my fangs in. “Do you not want to?”

I try to think about everything I told him earlier. He’s going to end up following the Mage to the end of our world someday, and I’ll have to stand with my family. I think about my fangs, ready to burst from my gums at just a hair’s more provocation. I think about how inexperienced with all this I am, and I feel hopeless. And yet…

I turn around.

My second share is from the piece I’m doing for COBB, which I’m really happy to say that the first 5000 word chapter is completely written for. I feel strangely…competent? LOL. Here’s a bit of Dev POV:

And he did. I watched with a cold sort of horror as my cousin, always the more powerful magician of the two of us, stood on our balcony and asked the universe for a handsome man with blue eyes, golden skin dusted with stars, and curls that were neither fully blond nor brown. He would be strong, brave of heart, and make the best sour cherry scones in the world (sour cherry? That’s not even a real type of scone, I wanted to say). Instead I’d said, “That doesn’t sound impossible,” in spite of the sparkly-sounding skin. Baz had given me stink-eye as only he could and can, before adding the coup de grace: “He will have the blood-red wings of a dragon, and a tail.”

It had taken all I had not to burst into laughter at that, but my headstrong cousin was already pressing rose petals into the potion and blowing his breath onto them as he tossed them out into the night air. “Baz,” I’d admonished, but the spell was cast, his heartbroken wish already caught by the breeze and curling up, up, towards where the full moon hung heavy and silent in the sky.

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#six sentence sunday #just a day early is all #carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #dev grimm #the field trap #cobb #cobb 2024 #carry on big bang #simon has been rained on #for dramatic effect 😜

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s-4pphics · 1 year

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more mechanic!ellie x snobbybitch!oc lol i’m kinda obsessed and i missed them ngl

wc;cw: 765 reaaal cute, oc is a cunt lol, joel slander i love him dont start, ellies a sub, more monologues, dassit

you smashed the second window of your three day old, freshly glossed pink bentley with a metal baseball bat

and you couldn’t be happier!

not only was ur dad getting you a new car but u were seeing your girlfriend today!

you were giddy with excitement as you went to your contacts and called the number saved as i wanna fuck the freckly girl!

“YELLO!”… joel… great

yawn…. he’s nice or whatever but yawn

where’s ur daughter gimme ur daughter

but you put on an act before ur annoyance could come through the phone

“JOEL HELP ME SOMEONE TRIED TO BREAK INTO MY CAR AND—“

“uh darlin’, i’m not a cop….. you know that right?”

“no i KNOW but i need repairs on my back window, could you pleaaaaase help me?”

you sounded honey sweet, he wouldn’t say no to you!

“uhh sure. you shouldn’t drive it if glass is everywhere, we’ll come pick it up to bring it into the shop.”

you smirked devilishly

“thank you sooooo much! you’re a doll! i’ll see you soon?”

“umm…. it’ll be a few hou—“

you weren’t hearing that, they’re coming now!

“ten minutes?! great! see you then!”

and you hung up, your heels clicked on your garage floor as u walked into ur fathers marbled kitchen

this calls for a celebratory glass of lemonade!

u and the devil on ur shoulder clinked glasses

you heard a knock at the door ten minutes later

but you were already standing there! you ripped it open and was greeted with… joel

sigh

“hey! your car’s pretty messed up, someone went crazy on it, looks lik—“

“yeah it’s sad isn’t it, did ellie come?”

“pardon?”

“ellie, did she come?”

“…no…. she’s at the shop”

“doing what?”

“she’s…. she’s working. on a car. at the shop.”

you pouted

“well, why are we still standing here! let’s go!”

“uh…. okay.”

and you smiled as you brushed past him, hopping in the tow truck with a giddy smile on ur face

you applied more lipgloss and chanel no. 5

u were finally seeing ur girlfriend!

he tried to make conversation the whole drive here, but you didn’t care about shit he was talking about

“that’s so funny joel! gonna go inside now!”

and the minute you slammed the truck door and ran inside the garage and glitter obscured ur vision

the love of your life

the only star in ur sky

you felt your pussy clench in your lacy panties

and ur nipples got hard

she was under the hood of some raggedy ass car and her muscles were out and she was biting her lip and she was covered in filth and u wanted to bend her over and fuck her in front of everyone in here

wanted to make her scream for u

wanted to make her cry and beg u to stop—

“why are you standin’ here, darlin’?”

“just sightseeing!” i’m gonna fuck your daughter so hard!

“alright i’m gonna examine ur car and we’ll have a price for u in a bit.”

and he left

fucking finally

u walked over to her

she had earphones in so u tapped her shoulder

she took them out and turned and her face immediately fell

you were smiling so hard! you were so happy!

“hi!”

“…..”

“whatcha up to!”

“….”

“did u miss me!”

“you’re fucking crazy.”

she’s making you wetter

she was so dirty, u wanna make her dirtier

u wanna ride her fucking face—

“what the fuck r u staring at?”

“you. you look so cute right now.”

she scowled harder, but u caught that pink tint on her face

mhm, u knew she liked u

“take a break!”

“the fuck r u talking about?”

“ellie.”

and her expression changed at ur serious tone. a little intimidated. a little scared.

“take a break.”

she blushed harder

and u held her gaze

hers flicked down to ur mouth

minemineminemine—

she put the tool she was holding down on the side table before she turned to look at u

u saw that little glint in her eye as she scanned you up n down. you want her you want her

u took a step closer

and closer and closer

until u were right in front of her

her heavy breaths were hitting ur nose and you wanted fuck her now!

“where’s the bathroom?”

her breath hitched and u heard it

“um..”

“mhm?”

“in the back.”

the devil on ur shoulder applauded u

“show me.”

and she nodded shakily

you grinned like a kid in a candy store!

u loved ur girlfriend so much!

theyre gonna fuck so hard l8r lol

p.2 to this

#richsnob!oc #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams smut #ellie tlou #the last of us #lesbian #mechanic!ellie ˚. ᵎᵎ

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milunalupin · 3 months

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I'm sorry this is cheesy as hell but if possible could you do smth where reader has a huge crush on Peter pettigrew. She falls off a ladder in the library or smth like idk she falls from something high and Pete catches her lol 🙃😊

thank you for requesting ! i hope you like it :)

— falling for you

peter pettigrew x reader ★ 870 words

The halls were buzzing with talk of chocolates and love potions, Valentine's Day just around the corner. You strolled into the library, the soft rustling of pages a calming contrast to the busyness of the rest of the castle. Your friend (crush) Peter has recently mentioned to you that he had started becoming more interested in magical creatures, and that's why you thought to find your favorite book on the topic for him to read. The two of you met last year when you were both assigned to take care of a baby Puffskein for a month. Peter was too scared of the fluffy creature's tongue to get near him, so he usually just notes from afar while you played with the puff. Unfortunately for you, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was on a shelf only Peter's friend and your Herbology partner Remus could reach if he was wearing high heels. You reached for your wand and groaned when you realized you had left it in your room, rushing to the library because you wanted to hand Peter the book by dinner. You decided to put your brain and arms to work and pulled a table over to the shelf the book was stored, huffing as you finally succeeded and climbed on top of the table.

"So, when are you introducing us to your secret girlfriend, Petey?"

"She's not my girlfriend." Peter whined, sliding Sirius' hand off of him.

The boys were following Remus into the library so he could return a few books he needed for an essay, and Sirius could not help but tease Peter as he had accidentally let it slip that he may have a little crush.

"Not yet." singsonged James, the teasing grin on his face dropping as he bumped into Remus back, the taller boy stopping abruptly.

"Hey Y/N, what are you doing up there?"

The four boys looked into the aisle Remus stopped in front of to see you on top of the table with a green book in your hand. You smiled sheepishly and waved your free hand, your eyes lingering a little longer on Peter, who returned your smile.

"Oh, hi guys. I was just grabbing a book for Peter."

Sirius and James looked at each other with a certain glint in their eyes, noticing how Peter looked up at you as if you had hung up each star in the sky yourself.

"So this is who you've been crushing on, eh? She's cute." Sirius winked at you.

"And thoughtful little thing, spending time out of her day just to find you a book!" chimed James, nudging Peter with his elbow.

"Hey- she's not- Sirius no-" Peter sputtered, his face red with embarrassment as he looked up at you with wide eyes. Months of pining and his feelings are exposed to you in the library? Because of Sirius? The teasing duo snickered to themselves as the watched their friend turn to the color of a tomato.

Remus sent you an apologetic smile before hitting James and Sirius on the back of the head and dragging them away so he could finally return his books, and to leave you two alone. Peter glanced up as you, surprised to see your cheeks pinkened as well, but still feeling humiliated to have his crush on you outed by his friends. He cleared his throat and straightened his posture before taking a step towards you.

"You.. were looking for a book, for me?"

You perked up and nodded, suddenly feeling self conscious as you were towering a few feet over him on the table. At least his friends has left so they wouldn't see you embarrass yourself in front of Peter.

"Oh! Yes, I was excited that you wanted to learn more about magical creatures, and there's only so much I can teach you, so I thought I'd find you a book." You smiled, holding out the book for him to take, but your foot landed too close to the edge of the table. A small squeal left your mouth as you fell, Peter quickly catching you before you hit the ground.

"Well I didn't expect for you to fall for me like that." He chuckled awkwardly, no doubt as red as a quaffle as he held you up in his arms. You stood up properly and set the book down on the table, hoping you weren't blushing as much as you felt you were.

"Thanks, for catching me." you mumbled, picking at some old polish on your nails nervously.

"You know.. I only asked you about magical creatures because I know you were really into them, a-and I wanted to spend more time with you." Peter gnawed on his bottom lip, his fingers anxiously tapping against the sides of his legs. If he was going to confess, it had to be now. He can't stay a cowardly Gryffindor forever, not after meeting you and wanting to impress you.

"I was wondering, if you were free next Saturday?"

"On Valentine's Day?"

"If you have plans already that's alright but if not then maybe you-"

"Peter," you stopped him with a shy smile mirroring his own.

"Of course I'll be your valentine."

#marauders x reader #marauders era #marauders #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew x reader

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 5 months

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Shall we look at the moon, my little loon

Warnings: mentions of sex, SB bringing home ladies, reader is still pretty young in this part, HL having to educate his sister on what cheating is 🙃, Soldier Boy continues to mentally scar his children lol, mentions of infidelity/cheating

Words: 1314

Summary: While Soldier Boy entertains ladies in his bedroom, Homelander shields you from their moans and takes you outside to look at the night sky.

btw, happy new year guys! :)

🌸Did you get enough love my little dove 🌸Well you do enough talk my little hawk

When Homelander started hearing the moaning coming from the other side of his bedroom wall, he immediately swings his feet out from under his blankets and bolts out of his bedroom and over to your room. Within the next few minutes Homelander knew that the moaning and other noise will just get louder and louder. He had a short amount of time to get you out.

Over his arm is hung a bulky pair of headphones and a warm blanket.

You stir when you hear your door open, lifting your sleepy head up from the pillow. "What're you doing?"

"Dad has one of his. . . lady friends over. So you know what that means."

All sleep evaporated from you when you register what this entails. "We're gonna go visit the stars!"

He has to stop you in your excitement from running out of your room. "Hold on. Slippers and coat." Homelander forces you back around after he puts the headphones over your small ears.

You follow him out, unaware of the sound of skin smacking against skin that made Homelander's eartips redden from sheer embarrassment. Children shouldn't have to hear that. And damn his enhanced hearing that picked up every sharp note and shrill moan.

Outside was cast in a dark blue tint with just the moon and stars as the only light source. That was one of the good things about living further from most other neighbors. Less light pollution.

The woods in the back of your house was your playground. Countless hours spent out there with Homelander, living in your imagination and being just kids for once instead of weapons of mass destruction. You were free out there. The two of you could be whoever you wanted to. Vogelbaum, Edgar, not even Soldier Boy could follow you out there. Towering trees and scattering bushes was your sanctuary.

In the heart of it stood the little wooden shed you and Homelander had built as a type of playhouse. That was where you stored things that Soldier Boy would otherwise deem as nerd shit or something only pussies would do. Which you never understood what he meant by that and Homelander was never privy to tell you. You didn't need the same mentality that Soldier Boy had. Homelander wanted you to have an open mind. To not become a jaded person like their father.

There were folded blankets stacked off to the side for when you and Homelander have picnics or star gazing nights like this. Hidden between two blankets was the dismantled telescope Homelander had smuggled in as well as a few books on astronomy.

Homelander easily locates the bulky flashlight that they used to read their books late at night. While he's grabbing the books, you gather the blankets and telescope.

Shuffling out with arms full, you ask "Do boyfriend-girlfriends usually have lady friends?"

He frowns, really not wanting to answer. "What are you talking about?"

"Well" you smartly start, as if you knew all about the adult world "Dad is boyfriend-girlfriend with Crimson Countess, right? But then he has over his lady friends. And they make the same noise Crimson Countess ma-"

"Okay, okay. I get it." Hurriedly cutting you off, Homelander decides right there was a good enough spot to settle down in as he drops his books. He doesn't want to look at you as he fidgets around; pulling the telescope from the safety between the blankets. "No. Usually couples only see one another. No one else. It's called cheating when someone isn't loyal to their partner."

A soft breeze rustles the leaves around Homelander's ankles, startling him for a moment. You're seated on the blanket with another wrapped around your body to offer you warmth and watch him. "So dad is cheating on Countess?"

Damn Soldier Boy for making Homelander have to tell you these things that you shouldn't know about. With a meticulous touch, he connects the telescope's sleek metal components, each piece fitting together like a perfect puzzle.

After extending the tripod, Homelander bashfully nods. "Yeah. He cheats on her. . ."

You're quiet, ruminating over what this meant which your brother is grateful for. He hated ruining the tint of your rose colored glasses. If Homelander had it his way, you would always stay sweet and innocent with no bad thoughts in your head.

Adjusting the focus on the eyepiece, Homelander tests it out on the starry spectacle above. "It's all set. Here, look. I think I see the sagittarius constellation. Or. . . maybe its scorpius. . ." He balances the flashlight in the crook of his arm to reference the book he held with his hand.

"Is cheating normal?" Sounding so small in that moment, he turns his attention over to you. Your little brows were scrunched together. Disney princess movies definitely didn't involve this. The prince always got with the princess in the end. They never divulged what happened after the movie was done. Did Prince Charming actually cheat on Cinderella after that beautiful ending?

Firm hands land on your shoulders and looks you square in the eyes, holding it with sincerity. "If a guy ever cheats on you I want you to laser his face off. You want someone who'll be utterly devoted to you."

"Oh, so someone like you?" You instantly come to that conclusion with a bubbly smile. He was the only person to ever display such characteristics in your life. Soldier Boy tend to leave you and Homelander to your own devices many days of the week. In the morning sometimes there'd be signs that he hadn't come home at all. Homelander was all you had.

He wants to agree with you, wants to tell you that you should just stay by his side for the rest of your life. That was his ultimate dream. For the two of you to always be together.

There were always moments in his day when Homelander would be looking at you, the apple of his eye, and remember that once you grow up you may decide that it was time to part from your older brother. Get out from under his protective wing to explore what the world had to offer by yourself.

A day where you would no longer need him.

Out there by yourself there was potential for harm to befall you. Not physical harm, he doubts you'd let anyone lay a hand on you. Emotional harm was what worried Homelander most. If a guy were to break her heart, he'd pulverize them without question.

You were like his bright moon among a never ending void of darkness.

"Yeah. Someone like me." Homelander finally replies, hoping his melancholy didn't surface to his face.

Looking through the telescope, you marvel at the shimmering lights of the stars that hung over you. "Some day I want to try flying all the way up there." Your breath comes out in a small white puff from the cold.

That was something you always said. "I know you will."

Pulling away from the telescope, you have a hopeful smile lighting up your face. "And you'll be there with me, right? I don't want to do it alone."

Before he could reply, a haunting melody emerged—a distant echo that had you forgetting about the telescope and running to Homelander's side.

"What is that?" you whisper into his arm.

Homelander had heard the call before though and simply chuckles at your cute reaction. "That's from a loon."

"A loon?"

"It's a type of bird that sometimes likes to come out at night." Homelander motions for you to be quiet so you could hear the mournful symphony as another loon adds it's voice somewhere in the distance. Each call was a lyrical punctuation.

He lets you marvel in it before the calls died down, returning the forest once more to a still quiet.

I'd go to the moon with you, my little loon.

Thanks for reading!

#reader insert #reader insert fanfiction #the boys fanfic #the boys series #the boys imagine #the boys #the boys x reader #the boys tv #the boys amazon #the boys homelander imagines #the boys homelander fanfiction #the boys homelander fanfic #the boys homelander #homelander headcanons #homelander

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kingofbodyrolls · 7 months

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Skinny-dipping (m) | kth

Word count: 1,7K

Pairing: Taehyung x (female) reader

Genre/AU: Drabble, established relationship, fluff and very light smut

Rating: 18+, minors DNI.

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Warnings/tags: smut (although it isn’t that graphic) and fluff

Author’s note: I tried to write something short – but it still became longer than I planned, lol. I also wanted to try to focus more on the fluffy side and lighter smut. I hope you like it 🙂

+ @wmyoons made an ask containing AI generated images, and because I was informed that the members do not like the use of AI, I decided to delete the ask. Therefore, I’m making this separate post with only the drabble and no images – I hope this is okay 🙂

+ Also, I’ll make a banner for it when I have assembled my desktop again (I don’t have Photoshop on my laptop).

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Perhaps it was the thrill of the unknown that always drew you in, that inexplicable magnetic force that made you say ‘yes’ whenever Taehyung proposed one of his wild ideas. On this particular night, his suggestion sent a shiver of excitement down your spine. “How about a midnight swim in my parents’ pool?” he grinned mischievously, his eyes sparkling like stars against the inky canvas of the night sky.

The moon hung low on the horizon, casting a silvery glow over the sprawling estate, turning it into a realm of shadows and secrets. The crickets and cicadas sang a lullaby, their symphony underscored by the gentle rustling of leaves in the cool night breeze. A warm breeze carried the scent of summer flowers as you contemplated Taehyung’s proposal. You hesitated, wondering about the risks and consequences, but the lure of adventure beckoned irresistibly. “You’re insane, Tae,” you murmured, the corners of your lips curling into a conspiratorial smile. “But I’m in.”

Together, you tiptoed through the moonlit garden, the grass cool beneath your bare feet. The path to the pool was dappled with shadows, and the water’s surface seemed to shimmer with secrets. The night held its breath as the two of you stood at the pool’s edge, fully clothed, but with hearts pounding in anticipation.

With a shared glance and a silent understanding, you both took the plunge. The world transformed into a liquid dreamscape as the water swallowed you whole. Moonlight danced on the surface, and the muffled sounds of laughter and splashes filled the night air. For a moment, you were weightless and free, wrapped in the cloak of darkness and adventure.

It’s a mystery you’ve often pondered, one that tugs at the strings of your heart and beckons you towards him like a gravitational force. The reason you find yourself caught up in Taehyung’s whirlwind ideas time and time again is a complex blend of emotions that courses through your veins.

Every time he suggests something wild, your heart races, your mind dances with possibilities, and a spark of adventure ignites within your soul. It’s the love you hold for him that’s at the root of it all—a love so profound, it transcends reason and logic.

Taehyung’s enchantment isn’t just confined to his daring propositions; it’s the way he looks at you with those mesmerizing, deep brown eyes. They’re like pools of liquid chocolate, windows to a soul that’s as enigmatic as it is captivating. When he gazes into your eyes, it feels as if he’s unraveling the deepest corners of your heart, exposing your vulnerabilities, and yet, reassuring you that it’s okay to be yourself.

Those eyes hold a magnetic charm, drawing you in with their intensity, making you feel cherished and cherished. They’re the reason you willingly follow him down the rabbit hole of his wild ideas, the reason you’re ready to dive headfirst into the unknown, because in those moments, you feel truly alive.

As you stand there, the water’s surface cool against your skin, you become acutely aware of Taehyung’s intense gaze. His eyes, like molten pools of dark chocolate, bore into your soul, locking you in a mesmerizing embrace. It’s as if the entire world has faded away, leaving only the two of you in this moment of electrifying connection.

The shimmering pool water reflects the moonlight, casting a play of silvery ripples across his features. Every flicker of emotion dances in those piercing eyes, a silent conversation of desire and anticipation. Your heart quickens as he slowly closes the distance, drawing you irresistibly closer to the edge of the pool.

With each step, the tension builds, your breaths coming quicker, matching the rhythm of your racing pulse. It’s a tantalizing dance of attraction, a magnetic pull that neither of you can resist. The sensation of being pinned against the wall of the pool, both by the water’s embrace and Taehyung’s intense gaze, sends shivers of excitement down your spine.

A nervous lump forms in your throat as Taehyung’s towering figure eclipses your view. His remarkable height makes you feel small and vulnerable, like a delicate butterfly pinned against a board. It’s a sensation that sends shivers down your spine, a mixture of trepidation and thrilling anticipation.

As he looms over you, his presence is as formidable as a predator closing in on its prey, and yet, there’s an undeniable allure to the danger. The moonlight bathes his silhouette in an ethereal glow, casting shadows that dance and play across his sculpted features. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, like an invisible tether that holds you in place.

The air around you is charged with a heady mixture of desire and uncertainty, and every breath you take feels like a conscious effort. It’s a moment frozen in time, where you’re caught between the fear of the unknown and the exhilaration of being so close to Taehyung, the enigmatic force that has always drawn you in.

You lock eyes with him, and in that electrifying moment, you find a kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within the depths of his gaze. His eyes, like a rich tapestry, are a captivating blend of love, lust, and an insatiable hunger that ignites a fire within your very soul.

His voice, barely above a husky whisper, sends a thrill down your spine as he leans in, closing the distance between you. The air around you seems to crackle with tension, and every heartbeat echoes in your ears. He inches closer, his lips hovering just a breath away from yours, and you can feel the warmth of his breath caressing your skin.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmurs, his words like a seductive melody that sets your heart racing.

You meet his intense gaze with a trembling breath, and your voice comes out in a hushed, almost ethereal whisper. “Yes.” With that simple word, the world around you fades into oblivion.

He kisses you with an intensity that leaves you breathless, a fervor and passion that ignites a fire within your very core. His lips, plush and inviting, meld perfectly with yours, creating a seamless connection that defies time and space.

With every fleeting second, the kiss deepens, becoming a dance of desire and longing. His tongue traces the contours of your lips, seeking entry, and you part them willingly, granting him access to the secrets hidden within. As your tongues tangle in a sensual embrace, you taste the lingering sweetness of the chocolate he had indulged in earlier, a deliciously sinful reminder of the shared moments that have brought you to this point.

Electric sparks seem to crackle in the air, and your senses are overwhelmed by the intoxicating blend of his scent, the taste of chocolate, and the sound of your hearts beating in sync.

He breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and craving more. His voice, low and husky, caresses your ears as he murmurs, “I want you, babe. Can I touch you?”

You feel a surge of desire wash over you, and your eagerness to be close to him mirrors his own desires. You nod eagerly, wanting the same thing he’s asking for but unable to find your voice amidst the whirlwind of sensations.

His lips curve into a playful smirk, his eyes smoldering with passion as he whispers, “Use your voice, babe.”

The anticipation in the air crackles like electricity, and you finally find your voice, though it quivers with desire as you respond, “Yes.”

“I want you to touch me everywhere,” you whisper, your voice laced with desire, as you twirl playfully in the water. The moonlight dances on the surface, casting a seductive glow over the scene.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, teasing and affectionate. “That’s cute,” he murmurs, his words a caress against your ear before he claims your mouth once more. This time, his kiss is an inferno of passion, a molten dance of tongues and longing that sets your soul on fire.

His hands, warm and insistent, trace a path down your body, leaving a trail of tingling sensations through your soaked clothing. Your breath catches in your throat as he cups your breasts, his fingers teasingly tracing the contours, igniting a storm of pleasure beneath the fabric.

Desire courses through your veins like a wildfire, leaving you breathless and craving more. Your body aches with anticipation as you press yourself against him, seeking that electric connection that promises to consume you both.

As if attuned to your every need, he responds with a hunger that matches your own. With a seductive urgency, he lowers his boxers, letting them float weightlessly in the pool. The moonlight catches the droplets of water on his skin, turning them into glistening diamonds that trace the contours of his body.

The cool water cradles your entwined forms, providing a sensual backdrop to your shared exploration. Every touch, every caress, is a symphony of desire that crescendos with each passing second. The sensation of skin against skin, the warmth of your connection, sends shivers of ecstasy down your spine.

He gently spins you around, his fingers deftly sliding your shirt off your body, leaving you bare at the top. He then dives down to pull your underwear off. Your arms and head now rest on the pool top. He comes back up for air and you can feel his dick on your ass as he moves further down, down to your core where you really need him.

He enters without discomfort, probably thanks to the prep he did on you before you got in the pool.

He feels incredible inside, and you moan in pleasure, spurring him on. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax and Taehyung is close after, not caring that he doesn’t last long. Because he knows that the night is young.

“Maybe we should consider getting up before my parents come home,” he suggests with a playful glint in his eyes. The thought of their impending return adds an element of mischievous excitement to the situation, making you both giggle like teenagers caught in a forbidden act.

You reluctantly extricate yourself from his embrace, sharing a knowing look that speaks volumes about the bond you share. As you both rise from the water, the memory of this enchanting night lingers, etching itself as another cherished chapter in your memories.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung x you #taehyung imagine #taehyung #kim taehyung #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts x you #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #reader: female #vibe: fluffy #au: established relationship

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hime-bee · 14 days

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how would the boys' room look like in a modern setting?

Hey there, Lacie owo Well, tbf, the only ML of mine that isn't in a modern setting is Njero. Flores is like, half and half because he spends some time in the human world as well. I'll do my best to describe their rooms, though! (Long post incoming lmao)

Lucas: Pretty minimalistic, about what you'd expect from a 40-year-old man that lives alone. His walls are lined with bookshelves and floating shelves, all containing a myriad of history, mathematics, novels, language and recipe books. The only pieces of furniture he has in his room are as follows: a king-sized bed (sheets are cream and black), a wardrobe, an ottoman, a desk (also covered in books and papers, though he does have a study too), and a large plant in the corner. If his partner were to move in, he would try to hang up more pictures and buy more decorative items!

Njero: If he were in a modern setting, I think his room would look similar to Lucas', except there would be more paintings and maps on the walls. I'd like to think he would also have a sky light in his room. His bed is probably queen-sized with dark blue and grey sheets. I imagine him having lots and lots of throw pillows lol. He would also have a cat bed and a bird perch in his room for his familiars. His bedroom floors are definitely hardwood with a large black rug in the middle of the floor.

Leumin: Since I plan to make a sequel to his game, y'all will eventually get to see what Leu's room looks like! I'll still try to explain it though- his bed is a king-sized with white and lavender-colored sheets. He sleeps with two or more pillows, and possibly a plushie or two. His walls are covered in anime or game posters for sure. He also has a shelf dedicated to figurines and statues he owns. Has a nightstand with a cute lamp and also a star projector on it. There's also a few potted plants and terrariums lining the small desk he has in the corner. More often than not, you'll find a stack of fresh clothes in the chair at his desk that he hasn't folded/hung up yet-

Flores: His room in the fairy world is kind of similar to the one he has in the human world, so I'll just explain his human world home! Flo's room is more like Leu's room, but times ten with the plants. He also has a little fish tank in the corner! His bed is definitely a king-size canopy bed and his sheets are dark green or white, he changes them often. He keeps a mini bookshelf full of children's books right beside his dresser, and he'll usually give them out to the kids at the clinic. His walls are also covered, but in paintings he's bought, and decorative vines/moss. Has a little white vanity with a cute mirror and pretty pink lights surrounding it too!

Mikka: Similar to Njero's, but a lot more messy. He's got papers, books, journals, and test tubes overflowing on his desk with a big box of papers and textbooks right beside it. He's also got a lot of bookshelves with a lot of books missing from them that he misplaces often- his bed is a queen-sized and the sheets he puts on it varies (usually ocean-themed though). He also has a large fish tank and some terrariums in the corner of his room, but the fish tank is almost always empty. The only thing he keeps tidy in his room is his dresser/wardrobe. His clothes are always ironed and hung up, shoes polished and lined up perfectly in his walk-in closet. Also has a floor-length mirror somewhere in there.

#this was fun to think about!#thanks for the ask Lacie #designing rooms is fun but drawing them is kind of a pain lmao #i'll probably end up changing the backgrounds and art style in Sheltering the Storm #lucas clair #njero iclawyn #leumin holiday #LBA Flores #male yandere #yandere #male oc #mikka lapan #yandere octopus

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megsironthrone · 2 years

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Our Family

Based on this request: Can I request some domestic Sandor? Perhaps just him spending the day with his son and wife? Something sorta simple, fluffy, and cute lol

Here you are! *Familiar characters are NOT mine!*

Warnings: Fluff...yeah pretty sure that’s it, slight AU

Pairings/Characters: Sandor Clegane x wife!reader, Y/S/N (your son’s name)

Sandor never thought he'd have what he did. He had survived the Great War, survived his brother, and now had everything he never knew he wanted. He was now Lord Clegane. Not that he wanted that, but the perks that came with it were fantastic. He had you. And your son.

The first thing Sandor did every morning was go out for a ride on his horse. It was something he'd done nearly every day of his life and that didn't change now. If you were awake, you'd often go with him and instructed the Maester to watch over your son. Today was not one of those days. Sandor was fine with that because it gave him to time to sit in quiet appreciation of your beauty when he returned from his ride.

He watched as your chest rose and fell. Hair had fallen in your face, making Sandor laugh. You always managed to get your hair, no matter how short unless you shaved it all off, into a completely tangled mess when you slept. He reached over and pushed the hair from your face, causing your eyes to crack open. "Good morrow," you greeted, your voice still rough with sleep. You gave him a tired smile and asked him how his ride was.

He didn't answer right away and you rolled your eyes playfully. With all your strength (knowing it wouldn't hurt the giant of a man), you pulled him down to lie with you once again. You didn't say anything. Instead, you closed your eyes and chose to play with his fingers with one hand while your other propped up your head. Sandor mirrored your movements, but his eyes never left your face. "You're staring again," you muttered as your eyes opened again. You smiled and leaned up to kiss him.

"I adore you, Sandor Clegane." The words were soft, as if you were telling him a secret. It was when you said it like that, that made Sandor know you meant it. It was what made him look at you like you hung the stars in the sky. Not that he'd tell you that. You hated being put on a pedestal. You were his equal, his helpmate, his wife, and the mother of his child. Nothing more, nothing less. At least in your eyes.

Your husband was a man of few words most of the time so it didn't surprise you that your words of adoration were met with him pulling you even closer and kissing your lips fiercely. You hummed and smiled into the kiss. Knowing Sandor, it probably would have gone farther if not for the door bursting open suddenly. Sandor was instant on alert and nearly reached for his sword before realizing it was only your son.

"Y/S/N, I've told you not to do that. You know it puts me on edge," you scolded gently. You had taken part in the fighting in the war just like Sandor. It had affected you in a similar fashion but while Sandor's instant reaction was to reach for his sword, you just became incredibly jumpy and tense. "Sorry, Mother. Father," your son said, looking down at the ground. Even at the age of twelve, he hated causing you distress.

Sandor kissed your head and lead your son out so you could ready for the day. By the time you emerged from your chambers, Sandor was leading your son outside for his morning training. It was the only fighting Sandor did those days unless needed and they ALWAYS trained before breaking their fasts with you. You gave them a little wave and continued on with your duties.

As Sandor trained with his son, he couldn't keep his mind was wandering to your life together and your family. Sandor adored you and your son. You were the lights of his life that he wouldn't trade for anything. He had worked hard to erase the shadows his brother had left in his wake over him, as well as over everyone left in the family's holdfast. His home was now a safe and protected place for everyone who lived there.

"Father?" Sandor was pulled from his thoughts once more by his son's voice. Sandor hummed in response. "Do I train to protect my future bride? The way you protect Mother?" Sandor stopped for a moment. "Aye. Or the queen. Or whatever family you find yourself with." Y/S/N smiled brightly and Sandor swore he looked more like you in that moment than any other. "I want to be like you, Father. I want to protect our family."

Sandor tried not to smile, though he wasn't successful. He was still smiling when the two returned inside to where you were waiting. "What has you smiling so, husband?" you asked. Sandor relayed the conversation he'd had with Y/S/N. You hugged him close. "He has learned the very best of you, my love," you whispered.

Years ago, he would have laughed at that and told you that he didn't need anyone. Now, he didn't care. He didn't care if some people saw him being soft with his family. He would spend every moment being soft if that meant he could be in these peaceful moments, with you in his arms and his son looking at him like he was someone to be proud of, forever.

(a/n: I hope you like it!!)

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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It's so cool when you're on top

a/n: ahhhh part two of stevie doesn't know! THIS IS A SMUT! so if you're a minor get the FUCK out of here i gotta say i kinda rly like this one but idk about the ending,,,i might change that LMAO i hope u guys like this and credit to the gif owner! <3

read part one here!

warnings: safe sex is never specified (don't be silly cover ur willy) steve is a bit of a switch, steve being nervous a lot, i honestly think that's it lol

If there was one word you'd use to describe Steve, it's dreamy. Steve was your classic boy-next-door love story that every girl dreamed of at one point, even you. Although you hate how you told him yes to the date, you don't hate that you're going. You're not one to show things off, but the way girls glared at you while Steve stared at you like you hung the stars in the sky made you feel a certain type of way. Steve Harrington wanted you, and only you, and you'd be lying if you said a part of you didn't want him too.

For living in a small town, you have to give Steve props for finding fun things to do in Hawkins. He took you to the movies first, then Enzo’s, and now you're both at the park. Squeals and giggles are leaving your mouth as Steve pushes you higher and higher on the swing set. Once he decided you were high enough, he stepped back and watched with a smile on his face.

“Have you ever jumped off while swinging?” He asked.

You giggled and shook your head. “It's too scary!”

Steve stepped back and opened his arms wide. “Jump! I'll catch you.”

“Steve, no! What if we fall?”

“Then we’ll fall together!”

And so you did. Once you were at a comfortable speed and height, you leaped off of the swing and into Steve's arms, laughing when you both fell to the ground. You sat up laughing and Steve looked at you in awe. It was getting late, but the way the moon shone behind you gave you a glow, and Steve swears that you're an angel.

“Take a picture Harrington, it'll last longer.”

He reaches up and pulls a wood chip out of your hair.

“If I had a camera I would. You're beautiful, did you know that?”

You turn your head to face away from him trying not to giggle at the compliment. He lets out a sigh and sits up on his elbows.

“I guess I should take you home now.”

“No! I don't want the night to end,” you said with a pout.

He let out a chuckle. “Well I don't have anything else planned, pretty girl, this was the last thing on our date list.”

“What if we head back to your place?”

Steve’s hands were sweating as he fumbled to unlock the front door of his house. You've been here plenty of times before, why was he so nervous about this one time? He smiles and opens the door for you, fixing his hair once you're in front of him.

“You can uh, sit on the couch.” He says while placing his keys on the small table near the door. You giggle and glance at him over your shoulder.

“Why are you so nervous Steve? I was here the other day.”

“That was different,” he whines out before he throws himself on the couch. “We weren't on a date!”

You laugh at him laid out on the couch that's too small for him. He has one leg resting at the top of it, the other leg hanging on the floor, and both his hands were behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. You sit at the armrest of the couch and smile at him.

“Who said those couldn't be dates?”

Steve shook his head. “Nah, you deserve the best dates. One's like tonight.” he sits up a bit and looks at you, patting the cushion next to him.

“Did you have fun tonight by the way?”

You sit next to him and nod your head. “I did. Thank you, Steve.”

He smiles at you and nods his head.

“That's great. That makes me happy.” he clears his throat and nervously wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans.

“So, what did you want to do? I still have some movies we can watch.”

“Or we can chill in your room.”

Steve made a face. “There's nothing up there though, all the fun stuff is- oh.”

You smiled at him and nodded your head.

“Y-yeah. Um, we- we...can go....upstairs.”

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

You try your best to hold back your giggle. “Why is there a teddy bear on your bed?”

Steve’s head whips around to his bed as he closes his bedroom door and tries to hide the bear.

“It was a gift! I haven't had it since I was a kid or anything. Pfft, what? Not me.”

You give him a playful pout. “I think it's cute.”

“Really? Cause mister bear is like, my best friend.”

You sit on the edge of his bed and grab the small bear from him. There are some parts of the bear that aren't as fluffy, and his fur is a bit matted but you like that, it shows the bear has been loved for a long time.

“You have the most generic names for stuffed animals.”

Steve rolls his eyes and grabs the bear from you.

“Like you could come up with a better name.”

“Oh, I can. That bear you got me for my birthday? His name is sir stuffington the third.”

You expect Steve to laugh, or at least chuckle but he's not. Instead, he's looking at you with stars behind his eyes and a small smile on his face.

“What?” you giggle out.

“Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that head of yours,” he muttered quietly.

You bite on your bottom lip and lean forward a bit.

“Want to find out?”

He doesn't have time to answer before you grab his face and rest his forehead against yours. Steve feels himself freeze and his eyes lock with yours. You've been close before but never this close. Your noses bump against each other and Steve is pretty positive that he's not breathing.

“Can you hear them?”

He nods his head not trusting his voice.

“What am I thinking then?”

You're hoping, praying even, that he can hear your thoughts. You've always wanted to kiss Steve, you're surprised that after lots of late-night drinking accidental kisses never occurred.

“I-i don't know.”

“I think you do.”

He reaches his hand up to wrap around the back of your neck. He wants to pull you in already, feel your lips on his. He's been dreaming about it for so long.

“Can I?”

You let out a hum. “Can you what steve? C’mon, use your words.”

His eyes fall to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

“Of course, you can Stevie.”

That's all he needs to hear before he smashes his lips onto yours. Steve could easily get lost in this kiss but he won't. This kiss is slow and passionate, almost as if he wants you to feel him on your lips for weeks. He deepens the kiss which causes you to lie flat on your back and you let out a whimper when you feel his hips grinding into yours.

He pulls away a little bit and smirks down at you.

“Look at you, already making such pretty sounds and I haven't done anything.”

You angle your hips up trying to hit that one spot.

“Steve please-”

“Please what? C’mon baby, use your words,” he said in a teasing tone.

You let out a whine. “Stop being mean.”

“Not being mean, just using some wise words I heard earlier today,” he mumbles against your neck.

“Steve please, need you…now.”

Steve stops in his tracks. All confidence he had is completely thrown out the window, he pulls away from your neck and looks at you like a deer caught in headlights.

“Are you sure? I don't want you to think I brought you here for this. If you want to just make out or even stop we can-”

“Steve, you talk too much,” you whispered while sitting up and taking your shirt off.

Steve’s eyes fall to your chest and he's quick to shut them when he realizes he's staring.

“Sorry! I just, I want this to be perfect and-”

You grab his face with one hand and he slowly opens his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief when he sees you smiling at him.

“Hi.” he breathes out.

“Hi,” you giggle. “We don't have to do this. I can pretend like this never happened and we can just-”

“No!” Steve rushed out. “I want to do this. Trust me, I've been dreaming about it.” he lets out a sigh and pulls you into his lap. He hides his face in the crook of your neck trying not to show his nerves.

“I just don't want you to think that I took you out on a date to sleep with you.”

You let out a quiet awe and pull away so that you can see his face. His cheeks are a pretty rose color and he's looking at everything except you.

“I know you didn't do that Steve. You're not like that anymore.”

He rolls his eyes playfully and mumbles shut up.

“I want this Steve,” you whisper while placing kisses along his neck. He lets out a quiet groan when he feels you gently bite down on his pulse.

“Do you want this?”

He nods his head. “Yes, fuck yes please.”

Eddie lets out a sigh when he sees the time displayed in front of him on the tiny watch he always wore. It was currently 8:30 and there was still no sign of you. He should've known Steve meant it when he said he'd be dropping you off in the morning, but in his defense, he didn't think Steve was the type to have you spend the night after the first date. He's broken out of his thoughts when a wad of paper hits his face.

“Dude, focus! Don't you need to pass this class-”

“Where the hell is y/n?”

Dustin rolled his eyes and cursed under his breath.

“Steve said-”

“I know what Steve said. I just didn't think he meant it.”

“Well, I guess he's a man of his word.”

Eddie smirked at the younger boy. “You wanna spy on them?”

“Gross no, they're probably doing God knows what in that house.” Dustin gagged out.

Eddie rolled his eyes and slouched in his chair.

“How come he got to go on a date with her?”

“Maybe 'cause he asked her.”

Eddie threw the paper ball at Dustin who caught it and put it to the side.

“Steve always gets the girl. The one time I have my hands on her of course he's going to ask her out. Then, they're gonna fall in love, get married, and have a billion babies to spite me.”

“Six.”

Eddie tilted his head in confusion. “What?”

“Steve wants six kids, not a billion.”

“You're no help. Like at all.”

“F-fuck. Holy shit y-you're amazing.”

You bite your lip and shake your head trying to stop the giggle that's bubbling in your throat. You've heard girls talk about Steve, and they talked a big game but you're starting to think there was another Steve Harrington in town.

Steve was so rough last night!

Honestly, Cheryl, I'm surprised I can still walk.

This couldn't be the Steve Harrington those lucky girls were talking about. No, cause this Steve Harrington was a whimpering mess under you. You would have thought this was his first time tonight if you never heard the whispers and giggles in the hall. Steve’s hands are gripping the sheets as he's watching himself disappear into you with heavy eyelids, he's seen this sight before but you have him mesmerized. Sex feels good, that's something Steve can admit to anyone but he's never felt this good.

The way you're squeezing him and sucking him back into you, your hands roaming his chest, the kisses you leave on his neck. Steve is in heaven and he has no plans of coming back down. If he allowed himself to get lost the way he wants to he’d surely be over before he's even started.

“F-fuck.” he grunts out. He looks at you with bright eyes and reaches behind your neck to bring you close.

“‘So cool when you're on top baby, fuck. I like you, I really like you- oh my god.”

Your heart swells in your chest and you gently grab onto his jaw making him focus back on you.

“Shut up Steve.”

He nods his head fast and brings you in for a sloppy kiss. His hands fly down to your hips and you feel his grip tighten.

“Fuck, let me- stay still.”

Before you know it Steve holds your hips still and is thrusting into you. A gasp leaves your lips and you clutch onto his shoulders. You lean forward to kiss him and moan against his lips when he angles his hips a certain way.

“F-fuck Steve.”

“I know baby, I know,” he grunts out. “Doing so good, you're so good to me baby.”

The knot in your stomach gets tighter as you move your hips to match Steve's rhythm. Your face is buried in the crook of his neck and you're chanting his name as if it's the only word you know. All it takes is Steve to wrap his arm around your waist and plant his heels into the bed for the knot to become undone. Steve lets out a loud groan that turns into a chuckle when he feels your legs shaking against his thighs. He gently pulls you away from his neck, pushing away any hair that's on your face. Your eyes are fighting to stay open and red is dusted over your cheeks, Steve swears he's never seen you look so beautiful.

He lets out a quiet gasp when an idea pops into his head. He quickly reaches into the drawer that's next to his bed and mutters sorry when you whimper from the sudden movement. You giggle when he pulls out a camera and wiggles his eyebrows at you.

“Can I? You just look so pretty and earlier you said to take a picture-”

You gently take the camera out of his hands and put your eye on the viewfinder before pulling away from it.

“Only if I can get my picture too pretty boy.”

Eddie’s eyes light up when Steve's car pulls into your driveway. He's quick to jump out of his van and run to the passenger door and scoop you into his arms.

“My god! I thought I'd never see you again.”

You laugh and hold onto Eddie's shoulders for balance once he places you on the floor.

“It was one day Eddie. What’d you even do when I was gone?”

Eddie shrugs his shoulders. “Doesn't matter.” He holds his arm out for you to grab and bends down to the window so that he can see Steve. He holds his hands up and waves his finger in a goodbye motion before flipping him the bird. Steve rolls his eyes and watches you and Eddie walk away before he remembers something.

“Munson! Where's my jacket?”

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns around to face Steve. He goes to his van to grab the jacket but freezes when he hears the question Steve asks you.

“Do you need help walking babe?”

Eddie looks from the window of his van, gripping the sweater when he sees you flip off Steve and then waddle inside your house. Eddie grabs the jacket and stomps over to Steve who's now leaning against his car. He shoves the yellow sweater into Steve's chest, smiling when he hears him grunt.

“There you go big boy, hope to see you in that soon. Y/n looked real good in it.”

Steve smiles at him. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

Eddie drops his hand from Steve's chest and is ready to walk off when Steve stops him.

“Oh! By the way, y/n and I did some…fun activities and took some pictures. Thought you'd like this one.”

Steve reaches into his pocket and slaps the small piece of film into the palm of Eddie’s hand. Eddie’s eyes widen slightly when he sees the picture of you and Steve. You have a dazed smile on your face, rosy cheeks, and most importantly; Steve’s hand was wrapped around your throat.

“Yeah, figured since you gave me something to work with over the phone the least I could do is give you something in return.”

Eddie smirked at Steve ready to say something when you opened your front door.

“Bye Steve! I'll see you next week!”

“Next week?” Eddie asked.

Steve smiled and waved goodbye to you.

“Oh yeah, I’m taking her on another date.”

“Eddie c’mon! I want pizza!”

Eddie smiled at you and shouted how he'll be there soon.

“This isn't over,” Eddie grumbled out.

“No, but it's going to be. See ya next week, big boy.”

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starglitterz · 9 months

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♡ NIGHT DANCER.

❝ nothing changed, please don't change… let's blend together, one more time. ❞ / after spending the night with you, how do the genshin men treat you in the morning after?

✧ feat ; albedo, cyno, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, shikanoin heizou, xiao x gn!reader ✧ warning(s) ; suggestive (esp scara and heizou) ✧ a/n ; HIII everybody make some noise for quill’s shocking once a year post!!! hope you guys like this and if it doesn’t show up in tags i will delete my account (/nsrs) anyways idk why i’ve been so obsessed w the idea of waking up next to someone (can you tell i’m critically lonely? 💀) and so this piece was born. pretend u don't notice how scara & xiao’s might seem kinda similar it’s bc i view them thru the same lens LOL ok hope you enjoy! (also ignore the scara favouritism im kinda obsessed w this idea for him KJASKJD)

please reblog + leave comments ! it helps a lot w motivation <3

✦ ALBEDO. [ kreideprinz ]

you’re awoken by the feeling of a cold breeze caressing your skin, and as you grasp for his familiar figure, you realise albedo’s not beside you anymore. but before you can freak out, his soft voice calls to you from behind you, “good morning, dove. don’t move, i’m almost finished.” “finished with what?” you query, deciding to obey him and stay still. he doesn’t answer at first, but you can hear a faint scratching sound which almost sounds like charcoal against parchment. “and… done.” you shift in the bed, turning around to face him. albedo looks almost ethereal in the early morning light, especially when he smiles at you like you hung the stars in the sky. “i do hope you don’t find this peculiar, but i wanted to draw you while you were asleep. you looked so peaceful, and i wanted to immortalise this moment.” he hands you the paper, strands of wheat-coloured hair spilling over his shoulders, let loose from his usual half ponytail. you’re the only one who gets to see him like this, messy and imperfect instead of the flawless scientist he portrays to the rest of mondstadt. you gaze at the drawing, absorbing every detail as you try not to faint from what a sweet gesture this is, “albedo, this is amazing! you made me look so pretty.” he tilts his head quizzically, raising an eyebrow, “what do you mean? i just drew you exactly how i see you – you’re always beautiful to me.”

✦ CYNO. [ judicator of secrets ]

cyno's skin looks almost golden in the sunlight filtering through the translucent curtains. you're lying on your side, gazing at him and just admiring his features when his red eyes flutter open and he murmurs, “i might have to charge you for looking so much.” his voice is rougher than normal, deepened by sleep and it makes heat rush to your cheeks. “morning, babe-ah!” you can barely get out your greeting before he's pulling you back into his embrace, strong arms wrapping around you as he nuzzles into your neck. “cyno!” you laugh, turning around to face him, “stop it, i'm hungry! i wanna go get breakfast-” “hi hungry, i'm cyno,” your boyfriend looks at you with the most deadpan expression, and you're momentarily stunned. then you groan and throw a pillow at his head, “you're so lame!” “i'm not so lame, i just told you i'm cyno- okay, okay, i'll stop!” you collapse into a fit of giggles right as you're about to pummel his chest, “lamest ever.” “mmm,” cyno mumbles, eyes already fluttering shut again as he feels your plush warmth against him, “i'll make you breakfast, i swear, but can we just stay like this for a little longer?”

✦ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. [ scarlet leaves pursue wild waves ]

the first thing you see when you wake up are kazuha's crimson irises laser-focused on you. the way his eyes scan your features, it’s almost like he’s tracing every detail to commit to memory, as if every morning that he wakes up next to you could be his last. “kazu? what's-” you're interrupted by a yawn, and your boyfriend's gaze softens as he looks at you. as you brush his red-streaked hair out of his face, he leans into your touch, almost cat-like in the motion, “what is it, 'zuha?” “i was just thinking... you make me glad to be a poet,” a gentle smile graces his features. “what? why?” despite the fact that kazuha is always letting praise fall from his lips like jewels, you didn't even remotely expect his answer. “because it means i'm lucky enough to be able to properly convey how you make me feel, and how gorgeous you are,” kazuha presses a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his brow furrows slightly, “but i don't think there's enough words in the world for me to speak about what you mean to me.”

✦ SCARAMOUCHE. [ kunikuzushi ]

when scaramouche wakes up, his first thought is; why does my entire body hurt? eyes still half-lidded and drowsy, he looks down and he's met with the sight of your back pressed against his torso, his arm thrown carelessly over your waist. he scrambles backwards, eyes widening with shock, and his sudden frantic movement wakes you up too. “what are you doing in my bed?!” “what the hell, scara?” you mumble, rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, “it’s too early for you to be this loud.” scaramouche’s heart is beating a million times a minute, and it’s only exacerbated by how cute you look when you’re this sleepy, not that he’d admit it to you for the world. but as you yawn and sit up, he thinks that he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. “you didn’t answer my question!” you give him a weird look, “we slept together. again. duh.” the blanket wrapped around your figure slides off a little as you reply, revealing your bare shoulder and giving him the faintest glimpse of your chest, and scaramouche’s face turns so red you genuinely think he might explode. “c-cover yourself up!” he scolds, clambering closer to drape the fabric over you again as his mind works through the haze of sleep, letting the memories of last night flood back.

realising how flustered he is, you take this as the perfect opportunity to tease him, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” “shut up.” he replies curtly, but he hesitates as his fingers skim over the bite mark on your collarbone. his eyes darken slightly as he recalls last night, the messy kisses that were more tongue than anything else, his teeth nipping at your neck and finally sinking into your skin, all to mark you as his. you’ve both never officially decided what the two of you are, but you both know that he’s yours and you’re his, and scaramouche doesn’t like sharing. a playful smirk curves your lips, “remember giving this to me?” “don’t test me,” he mumbles, eyes roving over your exposed skin. his gaze dips to the still slipping blanket, hands ceasing their rapid motion to try and rescue your modesty, “i might give you more.” your arms loop around his neck, pulling him back down to the bed as you smile teasingly, “so do it.” “you’re a bad influence,” scaramouche groans, hands already moving to grip your hips, and you laugh, “that’s why you love me~”

✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]

“good morning~” heizou's lilting voice is the first thing you hear when you wake up, and his trademark smile is already on his idiotically kissable lips as the two of you lie next to each other in his bed. “you do this with all the criminals you catch?” you drawl, trying to ignore how your heart skips a beat as you see the way his green eyes twinkle in the light. “just the ones i think look best in a different type of handcuffs,” he replies smoothly without missing a beat, smirk deepening as he notices he's left you speechless. “plus,” his hand trails across your cheek, thumb stroking your skin for a split second before his smile turns devilish, “it'd be pretty hard for me to get them to the police station if i left them all unable to walk.” “ugh, heizou!” you swat his shoulder, and bury your face in the pillow as he bursts into laughter. “but seriously,” heizou taps your shoulder gently, almost hesitantly, and you peek up from the pillow to look at him. a soft pink blush dusts his cheeks, and his eyes flicker away from yours in a manner that seems almost shy, “you're the only person i'd do this with, criminal or not.”

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

waking up next to you is like a little slice of heaven for xiao. he can barely believe that he, the corrupted conqueror of demons, is able to share a bed with a mortal who borders on angelic. you shift in xiao's embrace, tucking your head under his chin almost instinctively as your eyes open slowly, “good morning, xiao. did you sleep well?” he still gets embarrassed by your proximity, so his voice is a little curt as he responds with a pink blush darkening his cheeks, “adepti do not require sleep.” “ah…” you roll your eyes, but pounce on the opportunity to fluster him, “guess that's why you always want to go all night, hm?” “i-!” xiao's face turns an almost delightful shade of crimson and he looks away, “no respect for the adepti.” “not true!” you gasp with mock offense. cuddling up against him, you stick your tongue out, “i respect alllll the adepti. but my boyfriend? maybe not so much.” “you'll be the death of me,” xiao sighs, pulling you impossibly closer. “then i hope you'll die a happy man,” you giggle, threading your fingers through his jade hair. xiao's eyes slide shut from the feeling of you playing with his hair, and he murmurs a response that leaves you speechless, “after a life with you? certainly.”

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parasytte · 1 year

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(I know its November rn but shush) Shy reader giving Jude myers chocolate for valentines? Or (I’ve made my first scarf but it isn’t great) what if reader gave a scarf to jude for Christmas? Would he treasure and wear it all the time it even if its super hot outside?

hope you enjoy this, thank you so much for the request anon <333 (also long little a/n at the end lol)

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"jude?" you said, holding something behind your back as you and the mauve-haired male sat in front of the christmas tree.

"yes, y/n?" jude said quietly. he had a big, yet still shy smile on his face as he looked at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky yourself. "i made you something," you say as you hand the wrapped present to jude. "it's not the best but i put a lot of work into it."

he takes the present from your hands carefully, scared that if he takes it to fast it'll fall apart. he can't hide the surprise on his face as he carefully unwraps the gift until he pulls out what was inside- a handmade scarf.

you study his face as he inspects the gift, gently turning it around and running his fingers over the fabric. jude's face suddenly becomes bright red. "... you really made this for me?" he asks. you nod your head with a soft smile, "do you like it?"

jude looks back up at you with his eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration. "of course i love it, y/n!" he says, "i don't know what i did to deserve this but thank you." he reaches his arms out to hug you but stops midair, his face now showing worry as he looks at you shyly.

"can- can i hug you?" he asks shyly, his face growing even more red. you nod and jude instantly has his arms wrapped around you tightly and his face buried in your neck. he repeats multiple 'i love you's and 'thank you's.

jude seriously doesn't know what he did to deserve an angel like you.

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and yes, jude would treasure it!! he's never taking that thing off, even if it's hotter than the devil's coochie. it's now his most prized position. this action means even more to him because jude was always excluded from christmas by his family and was never given any gifts, except for his little sister. also to answer the first part of your req, he'd love it if you gave him chocolates for valentine's day!! he'd debate keeping the chocolates for his shrine/collection but another part of him says that it would be a waste not to eat something you got specifally for him, so he eats all the chocolates besides one and keeps the box.

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jazz-miester · 1 year

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What about tfp starscream with a female predacon reader who becomes smitten and attached with him, wanting him to be her mate. Maybe smut but if you’re not comfortable is fine

Moments Silence

Pairng: Tfp Starscream x Reader

Reader type: Predacon Femme

Song: Almost (Sweet music)- Hozier

Warnings: Just fluff man.

An: A hozier title and song? Yes pls bb. Also I hoped that this is what you wanted? It's been a hot minute since i've written for this version of Starsceam lol. And honestly I may do a part two of this in the future with smut in it but. I just wanted something sweet for this in all honesty.

Really. It should irritate him more than it did. But in all honesty he found it enduring the way you would look at him with wide optics. The flush of energon clearly visible on your faceplates despite your best efforts to hide it.

It was just something about the way you looked at him as if he hung the moon.

It was nice to be liked for once. To be treated as something other than a failure. Like a wreck of a mech.

"Starscream! Look!" It stirred something in him he thought long lost as you flew next to him. You're voice high and bright as you called out to him. Your optics were glued to the terran sky above. Your optics roved over the stars. The soft smile at your lips as you drank it all in.

Starscream was thrown back into a memory. A different sky. Different stars. A different face.

His spark ached. You were pulling emotions and feelings out of him he thought long buried. Yet here you were. Digging them up by being nothing other than yourself.

You showed such genuine emotion around him it hurt. To show such trust to the SIC of the Decepticon army. What did he do to earn that from you?

The two of you broke through the clouds and back down towards the earth. Landing on cold stone you laugh. Spinning on the spot as you stretched out your wings.

"I am glad you came with me Starscream. Predaking can be such a bore at times." Starscream shook his helm. A smile. A genuine smile pulled at his lips.

"And I am not?" There. That flush again. Such a pretty sight against the color of your paint.

"I. Well." You swallowed thickly. Wings pulling towards your frame as you turned. "We have to go find that relic Megatron wanted." Starscream watched as you walked for a brief moment before following you. Just as quickly had you pulled in on yourself you were already bouncing back again.

"Starscream. Look!" You had bent down and picked something up and off the ground. You turned towards him. A red stone in hand. "I believe that this is Jasper." You pulled his servo into his. "It's the same color as your optics. Here." Gently you dropped it into his servo. A smile lighting your face as you watched him examine it.

Starscream could feel the infectious happiness flow through your field as he deposited it into his subspace. From here it would make its way back to his habsuit to go with all the other trinkets and gifts you had given him.

Terran flowers, crystals, rocks. Even the odd tire or two? it. He found no correlation there.

But it did remind him of her. An old love. A lost love.

He still had that ruby gem in his chassis. The last gift he had ever gotten from her.

Starscream listened as you rattled off everything you had learned about Earth. Gave in his impute on the things you have learned from Shockwave. He could still feel your field around him. Enveloping him in such an intense feeling it made his frame almost rattle. His wings rising and falling as the two of you walked.

His field fluttered at his own seeping joy. When you noticed you all but glowed the brighter.

The two of you glanced at the scanner in your servo when it beeped.

"Oh." You pointed it towards the mouth of a cave. "We seemed to have found it." Starscream looked at you pointedly.

"You're the one with the scanner. That means you found it." The grin that you gave him sent his spark fluttering.

It called out to you. Or at least it wanted to. His spark crying when he held back. He was not ready yet. Not willing to give this feeling a name yet. Not ready to really call it what it truly was.

Instead he gave a smile back. Waved his arm towards the cave.

"After you."

Starscream was undoubtedly going to be going with you on more missions. The relic had been easily won from the Autobots due to you. The relic in question though was currently in the servos of Shockwave who was figuring out just what it did.

As was normal for him after missions Starscream was out of the landing pad of the Nemesis. His energon sat at his peds while he switched the Jasper you had given him between his servos. Clearing off bits of dust and debris as he just. Looked at it.

A gift given out of nothing other than friendship. No strings attached. So unlike any Decepticon of this warship.

Heavy pedfalls had his wings shooting upwards. His frame straightening as he looked to see who was coming.

It was Predaking. The behemoth of a mech was walking towards him.

Starscream rose. Holding the stone in one servo and reaching for his drink with the other. Even though the Predacon was less beastlike now he still made him feel at unease.

Countless times had the predacon tried to make him into a chew toy. Although he wasn't entirely not at fault for that.

"Starscream." Predaking nodded his helm at him. Yellow optics narrowing as he saw the stone in his servo.

"I was unaware you collected such things." Confusion flooded over Starscream for a brief moment.

"I do not. It was a gift." Predaking gave him a knowing look.

"From Y/n I suppose." Starscream scoffed.

"And what does it matter to you?" The predacon stiffened and Starscream's wings flew up. Some baseline attempt at trying to appear larger than he actually was.

"Because she will not cease speaking about you." Preadakings helm tilted. "And she matters greatly to me as my sister." He motioned towards the stone. "Is this the first gift she has given you?" Starscream was silent. Contemplating.

"No. It is not." At that Predaking laughed.

"You do know that is our kinds way of courting?" Courting! "Starscream. Do not play with her spark if you do not feel the same way." Predaking had apparently taken his stunned silence as something negative.

"Hardly beast." Starscream bit back. "I. I was unaware." Suddenly the stone felt heavy in his servo.

"You can give her a gift back. If you feel the same." Starscream's helm shot up. "You have not been as discrete as you think Starscream. As I said. Do not play with her spark. I have been." He paused. "Courteous because of her feelings to you. Do not make me regret that." With that the mech transformed. Falling into his alt mode with wings spread wide.

A gust of air almost pushed Starscream onto the roof of the Nemesis.

Laughter fell from his lips. Pure unbridled joy flowering from his chassis and leaking into the air around him.

It had taken forever to find time to be with you again. His job as commander taking up far to much of his time.

So when he had the opportunity to pull you out onto the field with him again he took it.

You had given him another gift as well when the two of you landed. A little plastic plane that must have fallen from human youngling.

"It looks like you." You had told him with a grin.

He was fiddling with it now while he watched you. Trying to find the courage to give you his gift. One that would be the first of many.

This mission was a simple one. A job that was better suited to giving to one of the vehicons. But he needed to do this.

"Y/n." He called out to you. A laugh leaving him as you turned. Streaks of dust and dirt covered your faceplates. A cube of unrefined energon was held in your servos.

"Yes Commander Starscream?" You dropped the cube on a full trailer.

Starscream vented heavily. "I have a gift for you. My Star." He watched as your wings fluttered a moment. Faceplates flushing. Then.

"A gift?" You lips parted slightly. Wings wrapping around your frame.

"Yes. A gift." Starscream pulled your much larger servo into his own. "A very important gift. One with a lot of meaning." He placed the red gem in the palm of your servo and curled your digits around it.

He watches you as you unfold your servo. Digits still curled slightly as to protect the little gem. With almost tearful optics you close your servo again. Press your lips to each.

"Truly? You mean it?" You search him. Almost as if his frame would hold the answer you seek.

"I do My Star. I do." His breath leaves him when your wrap your arms around his smaller frame. Lifting him into the air as you hug him tightly.

Your twined laughter fills the air. Such joy shared un-ashamedly between the both of you.

#Maccadam #Starscream x Reader #Tfp Starscream x Reader #tfp Starscream #request #anon #answer

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sednonamoris · 1 year

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act the maggot

Pairing: John Marston x gn!reader

Summary: Sean is rescued, and the gang celebrates his return the only way they know how - drinks all around.

Warnings: Lots and lots of canon-typical alcohol consumption/drunk people, Irishisms, toxic relationships, strong language, impressive levels of emotional constipation/repression

Word count: 1,716

A/N: Sooner update than anticipated tbh!! Chalk it up to grief being weird and making these silly little characters do silly little things being infinitely preferable to reality lol 😬 Hope you enjoy, and as always thank you so much for the kindness and love this story has received!!

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Sean is welcomed back into the fold in the golden haze of early evening, crowing excitedly from his place behind Javier’s saddle before they even reach the clearing. You’re not sure what else you expected. Charles shoots an exasperated look, but even he can’t hide the smile on his face.

Sean leaps from Boaz’s back with a flourish. He grins, showing off those missing teeth, and throws his arms wide with a laugh from deep in his belly.

“What’s the craic you sorry bunch of cunts! Who missed Uncle Sean, hey? Who’s got some love for Dead Eye Macguire now he’s back in business?”

He’s met with a chorus of cheers and groans in equal measure, which only makes him beam all the brighter.

“Son!” Dutch calls out with a smile that curls triumphant around the edges of his mustache. “You made it! Now this, this calls for a celebration.”

“We’re having a party?” Jack asks, hopeful.

Dutch looks down at him with kind eyes. “Maybe, just a little one.”

You smile. If you know Dutch - if you know Sean - it’ll be anything but.

—

Arthur rides in about an hour later, while Pearson and Grimshaw and the girls are still in the throes of party prep. You’ve lent a hand setting crates of beer where they ask and chopping extra wood to keep the campfires going all night. John is less helpful but far more enthused about the party. Or maybe just the drinks. He and Abigail have gotten worse, if that’s possible, and he tells you loud enough for anyone passing by to hear that he’s long overdue for a night of drinking.

“Sure,” Arthur sneers. “Lord knows you need a break from all that hard work you been doin’. Oh, wait. You ain’t done shit.”

“Shut up,” John bites back, but Arthur has already moved on. The unimpressed look he throws over his shoulder is reserved mostly for you. You just roll your eyes at the both of them and snag a beer from a nearby crate. If anyone needs it, clearly it’s you.

—

By the time the sun has just about finished setting, the party is in full swing. Sean has given a speech already, just as obnoxious as you’d expect, and now he’s making the rounds individually.

“If it isn’t the spookiest gunslinger in the South!” he exclaims when he sees you. He stumbles over - unsteady already - to greet you. You clasp the hand he offers and pat his shoulder in a brief hug, smiling in spite of yourself. “How the hell are ya, Ghost?”

“Better’n you, I imagine,” you say, head tilted and hands on your hips. “Heard our old friends in Blackwater weren’t real hospitable.”

Sean scoffs. “They got nothin’ out of me, I tell you that. And sure, what’s a little torture compared to Pearson’s cooking?”

“Got me there,” you laugh and clink your bottle to his before taking a drink.

He pats your shoulder once more and then heads off towards Karen, roguish grin fixed on his face. He says something about youthful vigor and you shake your head. A nearby tent pole is unoccupied, so you settle in against it to watch the merriment unfold.

Happy chatter choruses over the clearing while Dutch’s gramophone plays a soft, familiar tune. He sways along to it with Molly in his arms. She’s smiling up at him with her red painted lips like he hung the emerging stars in the night sky. Mary Beth calls Arthur over to dance, too, smiling wide when he accepts and wider when he’s brave enough to twirl her out or dip her low. Hosea bows formally before Ms. Grimshaw, who allows herself this brief moment to let some of her cares fall away to the sound of nostalgia - one of Dutch’s longtime favorites that underscored easier days.

When Mary Beth curtsies away to meet Tilly by the drinks, Arthur lingers on the outskirts with you for only a moment before squaring his shoulders and seeming to make up his mind. You smile, surprised, when he comes back holding Abigail’s hands in his own. Her eyes shine up at him, fine china blue, and she smiles as freely as you’ve seen in weeks. Arthur, too.

It looses a sigh from deep in your chest. You love to dance, but more than that you love when things are like this at camp. Happy. Hopeful.

Then, of course, John storms over at the sight of Arthur with his woman.

He pauses next to you, bristling. “The hell is he playin’ at?”

“Dancing?” you offer.

He glares at the deliberate ignorance in your words. “It ain’t funny. He’s always so interested in my life - why can’t he bother with his own?”

“Jesus, the pair of you,” you say, shaking your head. “You know what you need?”

“What?” he snaps.

You extend a hand and a smile that’s enough of a challenge to make him pause. “A dance. You’re awful cranky for a party.”

He looks at you, half-irritated and hackles raised, but accepts the invitation quick enough. You lead him into a gentle waltz. With each swayed step the furrow in his brow smooths. Eventually he stops staring over your shoulder at Abigail and Arthur and starts looking at you, a little like he’s seeing you for the first time.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothin’,” he says, too fast.

Your lips purse, disbelieving, but you don’t push it. Not when he’s finally relaxing into the movement, and there’s a hint of a smile pulling at his scars - still puckered pink and fresh, but healing. His dark lashes cast shadows that curve across his cheeks. Freckles span the bridge of his nose where the sun has pressed a series of soft kisses. His hair is long and unruly - in need of a wash, always - and framing his face. There’s a stray curl you long to brush aside. You’re close enough that you could.

You spin him out, instead, and the surprised laugh he lets out is a sound you’ll covet close to your chest for weeks.

“Almost forgot me and my two left feet are dancing with a professional.”

“Hardly,” you snort. “Just better’n you, is all. Ain’t a high bar.”

“Real nice.”

“I’m always nice.”

John ducks his head to laugh at your shitty grin, and when the music stops he lingers in your arms for just a moment longer.

“Thanks for the dance, partner.”

“Any time.”

He offers a parting nod and wanders off - probably to find more drinks. You smile after him, looking like a hopeless fool, you’re sure. When you look over at Arthur he’s no better, looking down at Abigail hopelessly. Something fragile reflects back in his gaze with the lanternlight. Hosea catches your eye and lifts a single, knowing brow. Discomfort burns up your neck and settles high on your cheekbones. You turn with hunched shoulders to find another drink.

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It’s late. The sky is impossibly dark above, save the stars that shine down in their pale blues and whites and whisper pinks. Alcohol buzzes pleasantly through your veins, making everything feel lighter and heavier at the same time, somehow. You’re sat at the old round table across from John and Bill, not listening.

They’re having a discussion - something about Dutch, maybe - but you’ve tuned it out in favor of staring distractedly at the unbuttoned collar of John’s shirt. Shadows dance across his sharp collarbones. Wisps of dark chest hair peek out. You force yourself to look away from the bob of his Adam’s apple every time he takes another generous swig of his drink, thankful for low lighting that hides the embarrassed burn that feels like it’s overtaken your whole body.

You should just go to bed, at this point. You don’t. Instead you laugh along when his chest expands with good humor. The sound is high up and wheezy like it gets when he’s too many drinks in. You missed the joke, but that hardly matters.

It’s just funny.

Abigail finds it considerably less so. She walks by with a withering glare on her way to their tent for the night.

“Pathetic,” she snaps at the lot of you, but mostly him. “Genuinely pathetic.”

“Come here, my sweet!” John calls after her. Even drunk, sarcasm stains the syllables. Then he giggles some more. You and Bill do, too.

“You’re a rotten liar, Marston. Everyone knows,” Bill says between wheezes, “the only one you’re ever sweet to is Ghost!”

John bursts into even more laughter. “I guess you’re right, ain’t you? What do you think of that, Ghost?”

“You ain’t sweet,” you snicker, “you’re drunk.”

The three of you dissolve into still more laughter, even as John tries to get up. He sways on his feet so you move to help him stand. You’re both unsteady and too warm. Wildfire floods your veins where he touches.

Then John bares his teeth over your shoulder at someone, the kind of grin that usually means he’s about to start a fight. “You got your chance, Arthur. She really hates me now.”

You look back to see a dark look on Arthur’s face. You’re too drunk to know what it means, but you usher John stumbling on his way before any real fighting starts. He takes all the laughter with him.

Before you can sneak off the hook as well, Arthur catches your arm and fixes you with that same stare you can’t place.

“What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” he asks lowly.

“We’re friends,” you insist. “What else?”

He looses a single, disbelieving laugh. “You ‘n me is friends. Whatever you got goin’ on with Marston ain’t that.”

Your arms fold, defensive, as you watch his mouth draw into that familiar, grim line. “The fuck does that mean, Morgan?”

He just shakes his head and places his other hand on your shoulder, heavy. “Be careful, Ghost.”

Your face scrunches between emotions. It’s like you’re a scolded teenager all over again, Arthur warning you with sad eyes while John ran off with Abigail. Only now can you see it was never just for you. Only now can you see how deep the grave has been dug for all four of you.

“You too.”

You mean for it to come out meaner than it does.

#john marston x reader #rdr2 x reader #rdr x reader #fran writes #ghost story #ch. 15

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run-me-through-but-not-like-that · 2 years

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since it's (vaguely close to) spooky season, how about some mythical creature characters :D kraken!ed and/or siren!izzy with a human reader :33

(I'd also include stede if it weren't for the fact that idk what to make him be tbh lol)

Took a while for me to decide where to go with this but here's the reader meeting Siren!Izzy. Siren/Kraken!Ed may make appearances in future parts if anyone is interested in that.

Read Here or on Ao3:

Here Be Sirens:

Night watch was never really a duty that bothered you, you enjoyed the quiet, the peace. Watches were usually uneventful, you had never personally spotted a ship approaching or any other sort of threat. Instead you would spend your hours admiring the clear skies, counting the stars, making out their arrangements, staring out at the inky waters and the way the sky reflected in them.

Tonight was different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but it was different. The moon hung full and high in the sky. On a full moon, normally Buttons would be up on the deck, basking in the moonglow, but he had muttered something ominous to you before heading below deck, assuring you he would protect the ship against supernatural forces. Normally his ramblings didn’t bother you, this time it made you shiver.

Fog rolled low over the water, making the Revenge feel suspended in the water, far away from any other ships. Somehow held in its own little plain of existence. It was silent, the only light coming from the lit lanterns on the deck and the moonglow.

Something about tonight was different, it had you pacing the quarterdeck rather than enjoying the peace. Like you were just waiting for something to happen, for Buttons’ words to finally make sense. You weren’t one of the more superstitious members of the crew, you didn’t think a sea witch had cursed the ship or that the Kraken would rise out of the inky depths, but you were waiting for…something…

Your pacing halted at the sound of a voice, something distant and low, yet it wrapped around you. A beautiful low tenor, singing.

Where your heart had been racing with anxiety, you began to relax. The voice soothing despite being unfamiliar. Nobody aboard the ship had a voice like that, not that you could recall, and they were singing in a language you couldn’t understand. A language you hadn’t heard before at all.

The voice felt closer after a still moment, more present, and you found yourself following it. Down the steps from the quarterdeck and along the deck until you found the source.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sight, an unfamiliar silhouette illuminated by the full moon. They were perched on the railing of the ship, their back to you, singing in a near hypnotic way. You wanted to speak, to call out, but couldn’t find the words.

Rationally, you should go and inform the crew that there was somebody aboard, you should at least go to alert the captain, but those thoughts didn’t even cross your mind. You just wanted to listen, just wanted to get closer.

Your feet were carrying you towards the figure before you even realised you were moving. The sound of your footsteps caught the being’s attention but they didn’t seem to startle them, they simply looked back at you over their shoulder.

Your movements faltered for a moment before you continued your path across the deck, his gaze on you making time slow down. As you got closer, you became aware of more of the details of the silhouette.

He was shirtless, a strange texture starting at his waist but you couldn’t make it out yet. His greying hair was slicked back with sea water, his goatee still a little damp. A small tattoo placed under his eye, a cross or maybe a star.

As you approached, he continued to sing, the unfamiliar language beginning to morph into one you understood. The words seductive and alluring, making your skin tingle.

Once you were closer, only a few feet away, you could see him properly, the depth of his eyes. The strange texture you had noticed trailed down into a strong shark-like tail. He had twisted his body towards you, his broad chest on display, the gills against his ribs on show.

You weren’t a superstitious member of the crew but you knew the stories. The tales of sirens, luring sailors to their deaths.

Still, you approached until you stood before the creature, still unable to find words, staring in awe. The siren smirked as he continued to sing, lower now, letting you catch just a quick glimpse of razor-like teeth.

The being lent towards you and you didn’t even lean away, trying to commit his visage to memory. He didn’t flinch away when you cautiously lifted your hand, caressing his cheek with featherlight touches, thumb brushing over the little inky star on his cheek.

“You’re real?” the words left you breathily, finally managing to form and get past your throat. The creature stilled but continued his song, his gaze hardening slightly, pressing his cheek into your palm. “I’ve heard stories…I’m awake, right? I didn’t fall asleep on duty…you’re real,” you continued, sounding like you were beginning to come to your senses.

This time the siren paused completely, his song halting, jerking back to put some distance between the two of you.

“Wait!” you stepped forward, reaching for him but letting your hand hover in the air when you thought better of touching him again. He had pulled away from your touch, you wouldn’t push.

He sat on the railing, frozen, watching you. Hands clutching at the damp wood, digging his nails in, ready to launch himself back into the waters below and make his escape.

“Buttons knew…that what all his weird chanting was before…he knew you were coming,” you muttered, more to yourself than anything, “that’s why he was ‘protecting’ the ship.”

The siren seemed to understand what you were saying, a look of fear beginning to seep into his features. You could practically feel his panic as his gaze flickered around the deck, as if looking for something, perhaps expecting somebody to jump out of the shadows. But everything was still and quiet.

“...I guess that’s why I’m not…under your spell, or whatever,” despite not being under any form of spell, nothing influencing your behaviour besides pure curiosity, you were looking at him like the sailors he would lure over ship railings. Like he was the most fantastic thing you had ever seen, unafraid. Most importantly, there was no sinister look in your eyes, no glare or sadistic glint. He had not been lured here, much like he had not lured you in as he intended, but you were still armed.

“I’m not going to hurt you…well, as long as you don’t try to hurt me, I suppose,” you promised, seeming to sense his distress, his concerns.

The siren blinked owlishly at you, trying to make sense of the strange human that stood before him. He was used to getting the attention of sailors, it’s how he sustained himself, after all, and he was used to being cautious of them even then. He had lured you away from your post with his song and you had approached with stars in your eyes, which wasn’t completely unusual.

Normally he was approached by dark, lust filled, eyed, but occasionally he would get something closer to awe than lust. It never seemed too important to him, it worked either way, it was simply his way of life.

So, when you approached like he was a gift from the seas, he had no reason to doubt the way this night would go. You approached slowly, seemingly hanging onto his song, your gaze never drifting away from you. You had touched him, caressed his face like he was something precious.

And then you spoke.

That wasn’t normal. It wasn’t even words of love or lust, no insane ramblings of a sailor under the influence of a siren’s song. You had asked if he was real, gaze still awe filled, as you concluded that you weren’t dreaming.

It was then that he knew something was very wrong. You had said it yourself, you weren’t under his spell. You were in your right mind, and that meant…you were seeing him exactly how he was. You weren’t seeing the object of your desires, of all your fantasies. You were just seeing him, you knew what he was, and still you stood there and looked at him with no fear.

“You’re…you’re amazing,” you complimented, nothing but sincerity in your voice and your expression. “Buttons says sirens seduce us, Frenchie mentioned that you disguise yourselves as beautiful human men and women,” you weren’t sure why you were explaining all of this to the creature, surely he knew how he lured sailors away.

“You’re beautiful,” you breathed out, itching to be closer, to know more. Anything. But not the way others have reacted to him before.

The siren kept his distance, even increasing it, watching you with caution. You had not surrendered to the charm but you still held an awe for him, it made him anxious. A fear that you may attempt to claim something mythical for yourself.

You wanted to fix it, to make him comfortable before he fled for good, but you weren’t sure how to do that. You frowned as he dropped his gaze, eyeing something. You followed his gaze until you saw the sword on your hip.

“Oh, like I said, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise,” you take a slow step backwards before reaching for your sword. The siren tensed, his stance turning defensive, beginning to snarl. “I’m just going to put it down, okay?” you slowly unsheathed the sword, making sure to never point the blade in his direction.

He watched with a scrutinising glare as you placed the sword down. You kicked the weapon away, letting it roll across the deck, before stepping back towards the creature. Holding up your hands, you showed him that you were unarmed and had no intentions of harming him.

“Do you understand me?” you asked. He had been singing in a language you had never heard, so you weren’t even sure if he had understood a word you were saying despite having reacted to you speaking so far.

The siren looked you up and down before nodding slowly, carefully. It made you smile. Honest and happy, still showing no signs of being a threat.

“Can you talk?” he could sing, that much was clear. Though, you wondered if that was some sort of siren trick, the ability to sing in a familiar language to lure victims but not actually speak it. Their vocal cords could be completely different for all you knew.

He nodded again but you didn’t push him to prove it, just accepted his answer with a nod of your own.

You extended your hand, slowly enough to not spook him, and introduced yourself, telling him your name. He just stared at your hand with a frown, bristling as your attempt to reach out for him.

“Oh, uh, it’s how we greet people sometimes. We shake hands,” you explained, just holding your hand between you both, letting him make some sort of decision.

The siren seemed to ponder your explanation before cautiously reaching a hand out, letting his calloused fingers brush against yours. You made no effort to grab his hand, just letting him explore the feeling of your palm. His fingertips traced over the lines of your palms. His hands were still slightly damp from the sea and cold, but far from unpleasant.

“Have you ever interacted with a human like this before?” you asked curiously, innocently. The creature shook his head.

It wasn't the complete truth, he had encountered man humans, even interacted with some, but they weren't interacts he looked back on fondly in any way. Humans hadn't shown him kindness or gentleness before, he didn't think it was in their nature, but he had learnt to read humans fairly well, knowing which would be more dangerous to approach. You truly didn't seem to mean him any harm, but he could never be too careful.

“I’ve never met a siren before, either…you are a siren, aren’t you?" The creature almost seemed amused by your question and nodded. So, the tales had been correct, at least to some extent.

Your question managed to calm him a little. You hadn't even been completely sure about what he was, he doubted you had a plan to capture him.

“What’s your name?” you knew it was a risky question and that he likely wouldn’t answer, he hadn’t actually answered anything verbally yet.

There was a tense silence, his palm stilling flat over yours, as he met your gaze again. “Israel.”

“Israel,” you repeated. “I like that, it’s a lovely name,” you complimented, letting him go back to exploring the feel of your hand.

His fingertips moved up past the heel of your palm, brushing over the inside of your wrist, finding himself a little surprised by how soft and warm the skin there was. In return, your fingers brushed over the inside of his arm. Something about his skin felt different, perhaps a little thicker, just as cold as his hand had been.

For a being that is usually described as manipulative and seductive, Israel was rather sweet. Nearly timid in his demeanour, curious about you like you were about him. As he caressed the inside of your wrist, you caressed his in return, the touches innocent but intimate.

Neither of you spoke as you slowly worked your way up each other’s arms, Israel taking the time to fiddle with the material of your sleeve, rubbing it between his fingers to get a proper feel for it. It was just some cheap cotton, but he seemed interested in it enough. He didn’t seem talkative, so you settled for the curious silence.

You weren’t sure how long the two of you remained like that, slowly inching closer, but the moment was shattered by the sound of a door opening. You managed to catch the wide eyed look on Israel’s face before he pushed himself off of the railing, falling into the waters below and completely disappearing from our sight.

Turning towards the captain’s cabin, you saw Stede stepping out, his golden robe on and looking tired. “Is everything alright?” he asked, playing with his sleeve. Perhaps the strangeness of the night hadn’t gone unnoticed by other members of the crew, including the captain.

“Yes, captain. Of course,” you assured him with a nod and a small smile that you hoped was convincing.

“...there’s something in the air tonight, isn’t there?” Stede hummed, something anxious about the way he lingered on the deck.

“Yeah…yeah, there is, captain,” you agreed, deciding against correcting him. There was nothing in the air. There was something in the water.

Clearly not knowing what else to say and not finding whatever he was searching for, Stede Bonnet bid you goodnight and returned to his quarters.

As soon as you were alone again, you gripped the ship’s railing and peered down into the water. Your heart caught in your throat when you saw a familiar pair of eyes looking back at you, a little star marked under one of them. Just the top of his head to his nose peering out of the water, you might not even have noticed him if you hadn’t been looking for him.

You wanted to call out but decided better of it, you didn’t want to draw the attention of the crew. Israel had shown you some trust tonight, a trust that you didn’t feel you had earnt, and you didn’t want him to regret that, didn’t want to break it by mistake.

Instead, you gave him a small wave. Israel just blinked at you before sinking fully under the gentle waves.

#israel hands x reader #izzy hands x reader #izzy hands #ofmd izzy #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd x reader

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