#he is so wonderfully beautiful ❤

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#chris cornell #audioslave #out of exile era #carling academy brixton #20th of june 2005 #london england #📷: jo hale #he has my favourite animal on his shirt... and then some #he is so wonderfully beautiful ❤

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Jade, Azul and Floyd with an SO who cries during 🍆💦❤

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A REPOST AS ITS NOT SHOWING IN TAGS

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Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, and Floyd Leech with a reader who cries during

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This was for an anon who asked for this months ago

Pure dirty brain rot, don't expect anything else from me. I wrote this before I went to church class dear lord.

Actually please note anything I write here is obviously not very well researched and this is brain rot purely. This is not the Discovery Channel.

Fem Reader

Tags: cum, public sex, merform, under the sea, ORAL LOTS OF IT, thicc tongue cum eating and no commas for that last one. Totally incorrect underwater stuff.

Jade Leech: When you asked for help with studying about speaking to aquatic creatures for your Magical Studies class, Jade came to mind. The tall handsome mer-eel, the vice warden of Octavinelle, who's grace and unnerving politeness strikes fear as easily as his twin. A vice leader, many would be greedy to have. His grades were nothing to scoff at either.

Jade, with that sharp gaze and polite smile, agreed. So both of you had permission to leave NRC with Jade spearheading the admin office for it. Getting papers signed all in less than an hour. You were thrilled at this! With Jade’s help it would be done so easily! However, you in your kind nature ask what he would like in return for his help. Jade, whose large mer form was submerged in the sea, simply smiled and coaxed you to come closer to him, his long beautiful tail making waves as you leaned down to him.

The closer you came his pupil dilated and his tongue ran over his teeth, the slightest peek of the tip peeking through his lips.

His voice smooth and lulling as he beckons your closer…and you stupidly do.

The damp shirt you wore was see through, Jade's eyes glimmer at the sight and his lips part.

"You see I am quite hungry, I do require something to feast on," Jade said smoothly watching you come closer even if you didn't quite realize it. He was no siren, but Jade didn't need their voices to make one come to him." Something sweet and filling to sate my desire."

No, Jade does not need enchantments of a siren to make you come to him..

You sought him just as he expected. Not knowing what lies behind his eyes, that dilated pupils you can see yourself in that haze. So close to him, you can make out the pigments of his skin, the dots of various blues and grays.

"Okay….Okay I'll feed you," you breathe, feeling your heartbeat quickly.

"How generous of you, come here prefect," Jade croons, closer to you now, a long finger trail down your cheek, a caress of your jaw," come let me feast."

Those eyes pin you in your place as the words that came out died as a whimper.

Whatever innocent intention you had went out the door.

Being splayed out in a remote part of the beach, your bottom half naked with a transformed Jade, sucking your clit as his fingers curl in you making you see stars. You’re blouse torn up, with your tits exposed, nipple coated with saliva and plump.

But like hell you're going to stop the amazing sensation of your pussy being licked and cleaned out after Jade practically drilled into you with that..that..wonderfully thick and sleek cock from the slit he had you eat out.

You can still taste it on your tongue. A taste that is salty but a subtle taste of sweetness.

Your thighs were shaking, coated in thick cum that Jade had lovingly filled you with hours before. His body had curled around you as the pushing of his cock snug into your soaked cunt. His voice low and husky as he kisses you. Tasting your mouth, eagerly as he does since he was rather hungry for you.

Patiently waiting, batting away other nuisances around you.

He wasn't joking when merman cum was more dense, more ugh filling than a simple human boys can be, you can still feel Jade’s mer cock in you.

Jade ruined sex for you, you can’t simply fuck other people when Jade fucked you silly.

Ever so the picture of a perfect gentleman he even offered to clean you up. With the thick tongue he had that filled up all those lewd dreams you had of him when you were alone touching yourself to the excitement of having him in you. You should be embarrassed being out here in public with your sex dripping, practically humping Jade's face as he drags you through the sand, his jacket being your thin protection against it. The heat below demands to be sated and used.

You really should be, but you're not. You cover your mouth, tears slipping down as another rush of pleasure at feeling Jade's tongue hit deeper brushing and pushing up against–

His gaze stuck on your expression, the heat of your body and every cute bounce you do, taking in the way you open your mouth ready to cry out….

He pinches your erect clit, pushing up the bundle of nerves, sending you into a frenzy–

You cry as your orgasm comes, dragging you into the crashing high. Your hands grabbing his head and pushing him more into your pussy, eyes dazed and mouth gasping. Feeling the thick tongue push and push, your walls trying to keep it. Jade only grins. Panting hard, the rush of pleasure and languidly overwhelmed you. Tears dripped down your flush cheeks, you’re thighs were still shaking as you weakly move.”Oh fuck, Jade that was….was—”

Jade watches with predatory eyes glinting in satisfaction as you wreathed under his mouth again. He pulls out his tongue from your heat, flicking his tongue on his way out.

Through the parted lips still coated in slick, he runs his tongue over them. His sharp teeth glint in the soft colors of the sunset.

“Always happy to assist you, my darling.” Jade croons, dragging you down into his arms.The soft subdued heat from him, too cool for a human to be but enough for an mer to be lounging in the sun. You feel lazy, the throbbing between your legs as your orgasm leaves you, you can faintly make out Jade's words.

"I'll always be willing to aide."

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Azul Ashen Grotto: we really giving Under the Sea a new fucking meaning.

You give a hint, once or twice, rather many needy hints about getting fucked by Azul's beautiful smooth tentacles. Azul would always yelp out an answer covered by a cough and an attempt to fix himself, before promising you 'one day'. A promise with him lacing your hands as he kisses your knuckles, a flutter of his eyelashes brushing those cheekbones as his cheeks flush. Like how can you not fall a bit more in love with this guy? Manipulative to the fake bone marrow he got, but he really does love you…he just gotta love himself first you know.

However, Azul is nothing but known for his words.

And he fucking delivers.

After a slew of potions you drank, painstakingly made and trialed by students who tried to run, Azul took you to the beach by Octavinelle edges. Far from what a normal student would venture before turning back, but in this case you would need more privacy. He’s carrying you around, with his hand tucked under your thighs with you facing him, resting your head on his shoulders. Floyd and Jade aren’t the only strong ones in their human forms, you know. It's just hard to remember with Azul's slim build. As an octomer-person, his grip and strength never really diminished, just more well restrained. His gloved hands squeezes your thigh, rubbing circles over the warm flesh of your skin.

"Almost there," Azul clears his throat, his face beet red. You kiss him as his magic flares a spell on his lips as a bubble surrounds you. Slowly, Azul pushes into the water, you brace yourself as the water rises, splashing over you in fluid arches but what surprised you more was the subtle ways Azul's body glowed. His form no longer his human body but something much bigger than, his skin a purplish hue and black ink that crept over his shoulders, his back and over the bone of his hips and below they formed in eight long appendages, much bigger than any man or fae on land.

It was rather scary.

It was beautiful.

It was Azul in his full glory, the silver of his hair much brighter than the dew of a pearl.

As the two of you sink below the waves, where the sun sets and darker the ocean seems. The sensation of his tentacles sliding over you calms you down as does it excite you.

In his arm, you kiss Azul's chest and hear the soft noises of bubbles rising as you do. Kissing his chest, up to his neck where you lapped at his throat, and sucked at his neck, you held tight to him as Azul sighs into your hair. The world of deep dark blues and the faint light become darker, as you go deeper. The effects of the potions you drank keep you warm, normal even if you're deep with Azul sleek tentacles wrap around the brilliant colors of purple lighting the dark.

"I hope you don't mind this," Azul's voice is hesitant, a sort of needy tone that asks for you to come to him,"Please…please my darling love all of me."

So you do, bringing Azul into a deep kiss that has him moan, his much bigger body brings you into, his hands in your hair and tongue in your mouth. You can feel the pressure of something sliding between your legs.

Pushing up, back and forth as another rubs your back, feeling suctions of warmth crawling up your legs.

Azul's whimpers as you squeeze your thighs around the tentacle between your legs, building up the slickness in your folds as you cling onto him. Rocking your hips into this tentacle that teases you by pushing more and more into your cunt.

Around you the world seems brighter in hues of pinks and purples, the natural luminous lights of Azul's octo form. Wrapping around you both, as the other tentacles undress you. Flicking at your nipples, when your shirt is off and bra pried off. Your shorts pulled off, the tentacle thicker than the others, its pointed head teasing your slick slit through your panties that made you needy.

Breaking off the kiss, you keel, your hands tight on his shoulders. Whimpering as the suctions of his tentacles latch onto your nipples, another ripping through your panties making itself at home suckling your clit. Azul watched this with wide eyes and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Sevens, the pulsing heat as slick drools over the head of his mating tentacle makes Azul squeeze you in his arms. Your arms around him and your legs spread by two tentacles. As two made themselves busy pumping your breasts and your poor cunt getting over stimulation with his mating cock and your clit being abused by suction.

All of this, all of this Azul could feel, his mouth opening letting out guttural moans as you keel louder, your head thrown back as the head of cock pushing in, wriggling itself in your soaked hole.

"Azul! Azul!"

The bubble that held them let a funnel of bubbles rise, as the cries got louder and louder, under the sea.

Floyd Leech: Good luck fucking anyone after him, its never going to be the same

Where Jade was crafty, Floyd had the subtlety of a sledge hammer, his taunting nature making it more obvious what he wanted. That fun day in the lake far away from the camp, Floyd in his eel form was making it his mission to grab you, his sharp fins above water acting like Jaws as he headed towards you.

You really regret showing him that movie and so did half the college campus,  for the next two months.

Even when he terrorized Jamil and Ace, he made sure to carry you away from everyone. Not caring much, after his hands roam your body, squeezing your waist, groping your inner thighs as he licks your skin. In the river, far from crazy Vargas, Floyd with his hands roaming and groping.

Leaving you in a tizzy as even the cool water isn't calming down the throbbing between your legs. Nothing was detering Floyd from holding you in place, from below the water he spreads your legs and begins to mouth at your swimsuit covering your needy part. Unlike Jade, Floyd didn't need no assignment to get you bouncing on his cock.

And by God he is right.

The second he got his tongue into your needy cunt, you practically humped at his face, water splashing violently around you. Eager to rip that annoying swimsuit off, Floyd takes you to the river bank, over a small patch of grass, hands tearing off your bottoms heading for the sweet nectar you're practically gushing out for him.

With a gleeful wide smile open as he pants, his long tongue lolling out. His sharp talons keep your plump thighs spread for him as he devours your soak weeping pussy. He’ll eat you out as long as he wants, till your begging him to fuck you already. Licking his lips, he looks at you with those focused eyes, over your panting naked self, and a sharp toothy grin appears.

Pulling you up by the arm, his hand caressing in a gentle touch from him, up your arm, past your shoulders as a talon pulls across your skin, and he holds your neck. You’re brought down, towards where his upper half and tail merge and  there you see a slit appear, hidden beneath his scales.

“Shrimpy wants me to fuck them silly? Then be a good darling and help it come out,” he laughs in that carefree tone of his as he looks down at you. His grin wide and toothy.

Needless to say, you got to work, kissing the slit, teasing it gently to make it puff up. Licking and working your fingers into the slick slit as Floyd rested on his arms, his loud groans filled the air.  The more you tease, the tip of something long, thick and wonderfully veiny touches your tongue. Floyd lets out an open mouth, yawning hot and labored as the tip reveals the flat head of his cock.

"Ngnnh, Shrimpy mouth is so good," Floyd laughs, as he pushes your face against the large member, slick on your cheek. It felt hot on your skin, with the tip of your tongue you lap at it, as Floyd's hand combed your hair."Hehe, I can't wait to stuff your pussy."

You felt the heat throb between your legs as you taste the beads of precum, hearing a hiss from Floyd. The more and more you try to stroke his cock, the more it rises from his slit that you push your fingers around to coax more out. Long, fat and hot, your heart beats quickly as you feel the ache become my intense and your world it tilted feeling Floyd onto, the flared tip pushing in–

Your squealing, screaming his name as you bounce rapidly against the thick slick mer-eel cock like it was meant to stretch your tight cunt. It felt fucking amazing, the way it dragging against your walls, the flared tip hitting places you didn't realized needed to be fucked until now. Stuck in Floyd's arm, your boyfriend much bigger in his merform, you bury your face in his cool skin. The heat of your cheeks hot as you keep following Floyd's dick in you.

His scales rub a bit over your inner thighs, as he wraps lower body into you, coiling using his body to push that long member more into you, touching the spot that made your walls become needy. Letting out loud moans, you keep kissing and gripping onto Floyd, begging him for more. Floyd grunts, eyes rolling back as you squeeze him, his lower body goes faster and faster as his hand gropes your ass.

He grabs your jaw and makes you face him, taking in the way your cheeks warm his hand, your dazed teary eyes and panting mouth, his hips go faster as his tail thumps the ground.

“Fuck Shrimpy’s so tight,” Floyd groans burying his face into your hair, breathing hotly, as your walls milk him," ahaha don't worry about being loud scream it as much as you want."

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 10

Eyeless Jack x Reader

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“J-Jack—fuck! Please~”

Your whining is music to his ears

He delves his inhumanly long tongue between your folds, and your back arches up, another beautiful sound escaping you as your walls clench around him

He growls into you, his hands pinning your hips down, forcing you still, forcing you to take everything he’s giving you

Moans and curses intermingled with the sound of his name fall from your parted lips

You reach down, tangling a hand into his hair, your fingers digging into his scalp as your muscles seize

He feels you tense, feels your thighs quiver on either side of his head, but just as you’re on the cusp of hitting your peak, he pulls back to nip and suck at your inner thighs

“N-no—Jack,” you whine his name as your hips grind up, searching for more stimulation, but he doesn’t grant you the release you need

He knows you’re getting so, so desperate

And oh how he adores what it’s doing to you—everything from the sound of your voice to the look in your eyes, to all the fucking arousal gushing out of you—it’s so fucking hot

Honestly, he’s impressed at the self-control he has

He didn’t know he could resist pounding into you for this long

He didn't realize he could edge you for this much time, listening to you beg so loudly and so shamelessly, without bending you over and fucking every inch of his painfully hard cock into your squelching walls

He wants so badly to feel you all wrapped up around his dick, but he won't allow himself the pleasure

“Jack—“

Your plea has him humming in response as he brings a finger to your entrance

You choke out a sob as he teases up and down your slit a few times, just barely ghosting over your clit, and then he very slowly pushes it between your folds

Something like a gasp and a whimper escapes you, and when he looks up from between your legs, he finds you squeezing your eyes shut with a gorgeous mix of pleasure and torment on your face

He purrs into your heat, curling his finger, feeling more slick soak your entrance with every slow, calculated movement of his digit

"J-Jack, I can't—I-I need to cum~ Fuck, please fuck me, please, I need you to fuck me~"

He almost can't take it

God, you're begging for him to do the one thing he's wanted to do for so fucking long now

But he doesn't give in

Instead, he keeps fucking you on his tongue, keeps pumping his finger in and out of your perfect little cunt until your thighs start shaking again

He adds a second finger, presses his lips around your clit and sucks—hard

The sound you make is nothing short of divine

If he thought he was addicted to you before, there's no way he isn't by this point

You get close to your peak all over again, squirming and whining, your hips gyrating and your muscles seizing as he fucks as much pleasure into you as you can possibly want

He considers backing out at the last second again to drag this out even longer, but your back arches up again and your fingers reach down to scratch at his back—and there's suddenly no way he can resist giving you what you deserve

You're loud and wonderfully filthy when your orgasm finally crashes into you

You tug him forwards, suffocating him between your thighs, and he swears heaven couldn’t compare to this

He feels you clenching impossibly tightly around his fingers, and thinking about how good you’d feel around his cock has him groaning into your arousal

You’re shaking and gasping, cursing and crying out his name as he coaxes every ounce of pleasure through your form

“Fuck—F-fuck, Jack!~”

He almost can’t bring himself to stop again—even when your orgasm completely dies down

But he's gotten better at understanding your limits, and he knows when too much really is too much

He pulls back before you reach that point, and it grants him one of the most beautiful sights he could possibly ask for

You’re flushed, breathing heavily, your chest heaving with that wonderfully familiar dazed look in your eyes

There’s an absolute mess between your thighs; a mix of cum and his saliva with plenty of red marks and love bites scattered about

No matter how many times he's seen you like this, no matter how many times he keeps seeing you like this, he'll never get used to how fucking gorgeous you look

You're an absolute goddess

Jack's on cloud nine

It's like he's constantly on a high, like nothing else matters as long as he gets to see you at night

He's never felt so blissfully carefree in his life before, even before the cult sacrifice and all

He feels euphoric knowing that he's the one you think of, he's the one you go to when you need relief

Not Jeff, not Hoodie, not any of the other creeps at the mansion that would kill to get a chance with you

It's especially satisfying knowing you're no longer going to Jeff

He hasn't smelled that scar-faced fucker on you in a while, so he thinks it's safe to assume you've lost interest in him

He knows he's still being childish about the whole thing; if he really wanted to know what happened between you and Jeff, he could just ask you about it

But he doesn't want to start any drama, and he's honestly too happy to bother with it anyways

It gets to the point where, instead of feeling that burning swell of anger whenever he sees the raven-haired killer, he just feels smug

He doesn't know how Jeff knows what’s happening between you and Jack

But he knows the death glares Jeff shoots him means that he somehow does know—and he's none too pleased about it

Which only makes it all the better

Deep down, he knows feeling invincible like this won't last forever

And he knows that if anything jeopardizes his relationship with you, he's going to be more miserable than he’s been in a long, long time

But he figures there's no point in worrying about that now

He should just enjoy things while they last

And he shouldn’t take things for granted in the meantime

He promises himself he’ll do anything to keep you satisfied, to keep you safe and happy with him

Even if you are just friends with benefits

The whole casual relationship thing isn’t his ideal, but he'll take whatever he can get

He won’t try to push things

Whatever you want, however quickly or slowly you want to take things—he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you

It’s a stormy weekday evening when you text him to meet up in your room

He can hear the rain thudding dully against the mansion walls as he makes his way through the hallway

The shift in weather is nice; he appreciates a break from the otherwise overbearing heat and humidity of the summer

And, combined with the suggestion of tonight's affairs, it's like everything's going his way tonight

He's never felt so lucky in his life before

He reaches your room, knocks on the door, and your voice, as gentle and comforting as always, answers from the other side

"S'open"

He walks in, closes the door behind him, and he doesn’t know why, but he suddenly feels nervous

Anxiety, seemingly coming out of nowhere, blooms in his chest, and he feels his heart rate picking up

It's only calmed by the sight of your smile, by the feeling of your hand reaching for his as you tug him towards the bed

“Come,” you hum

He lets you lead him forward—he'd follow you to the depths of hell, if that's what you wanted—and when you push him down onto the mattress, he falls back without any resistance

He's your loyal lapdog, a slave to your desires

Your window's partially open, and the sound of the rain battering against the glass is louder in here, but it only makes him feel all the more comfortable in your room, with you by his side, sheltered from the summer storm

There’s nowhere else he’d rather be right now

You straddle his hips, and his hands find purchase around your thighs like second nature

But there’s something different about tonight, he can feel it

And his theory’s confirmed when you nervously shift on top of him, your teeth toying with your bottom lip like you’re debating something

“What’s wrong?”

He tries to sound calm, but it’s hard to push down the worry settling in the pit of his stomach like a heavy boulder

You hesitate, and his previous worry skyrockets tenfold

"(Y/n)—"

He's about to ask again, urgency betraying his voice, but then your lips are pressing against his mask and his mind is suddenly blank

It, admittedly, stuns him for a moment

It's almost like he's getting kissed for the first time; he doesn't know how to react, doesn't know what to do with himself

His heart’s pounding in his chest

He wants to kiss you back, wants to feel the soft plushness of your lips against his, but his fucking mask is in the way again

There's maybe an inch of space between your lips, and that inch is pure agony

You end up pulling away much too quickly, before he even gets the chance to snap himself out of it and kiss you back

He doesn't know how to tell you he wants more—he wants so much more

He leans up, following you as you pull away from him, and your name slips from his lips in a husky murmur

He's been intimate with you before; he's pressed his mouth between your thighs and felt you cum against his tongue plenty of times by now, but this kind of intimacy is different

There's a bright flash of light outside, followed by the rumble of thunder in the background

But it all feels distant, like everything is only secondary to you

He doesn't know what’s on your mind

All he knows is that he wants to give you anything, everything you want

You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, your fingers moving up to scratch through his scalp

He groans, a wave of tingles moving down his spine

Your name hangs off the tip of his tongue, quiet and desperate like a prayer, but he holds it back

It’s only when your fingers reach for the edges of his mask that he finally understands what you want

He feels your hesitance—he hears it in you’re breathing, in the irregular pulse of your heart against your ribcage

He understands what you want now, and he usually wouldn’t allow it, wouldn’t allow such vulnerability, but it's you, and he trusts you more than anyone, more than anything

Which is why he doesn't make a move to stop you when you slowly tilt his mask up and off his face

It's not the first time you've seen him without his mask on

But the sight of his uncovered face is most certainly a rare one

He’d partially remove it when he was going down on you, when he was kissing and nipping at your impossibly soft skin, but he's always avoided taking it off completely

Call it insecurity, call it habit—he doesn't know which it is anymore

He doesn't care; it doesn’t really matter either way

All that matters is your reaction to him exposed

He almost expects the worse, just because it’s hard to imagine anything else, but your kindness is utterly disarming

There's a softness in your eyes as you stroke his cheek with feather-light touches

The skin on his face is sensitive; he can’t remember the last time anyone touched it

"You're so beautiful," you whisper

He almost wants to cry

Another crackle of thunder follows a flash of lightning, and a cool breeze from your open window intercepts the otherwise warm heaviness in the room

Your fingertips trace along his jawline, memorizing his bone structure as he clenches his teeth together

You tilt your head, your thumb inching up to roll over his lips, to feel the soft flesh beneath the pad of your finger

His heart’s beating so fast

His body’s tense, his muscles stiff

No one’s ever looked at him like this before, no one’s ever touched him like this before

There’s a lump in his throat as his chest tightens

But even then, even as you stare into the face of a monster, you don’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it

“So pretty,” you murmur

And then you’re leaning down and your lips are touching his

He’s dizzy

After all this time—all this fucking time—he almost can’t believe it’s happening

You’re kissing him

You’re on top of him and you’re kissing him and it's all so surreal

It's almost too good to be true

He doesn’t realize how tense he is until you start rubbing circles over his jaw

And then he finally starts relaxing beneath your touch, all but melting beneath you

He can’t resist you

He’s defenseless against you

Your lips are so soft, and they fit just perfectly against his

He swears you were made for him—there’s no other explanation for it

You’re meant to be his

The kiss is everything he’s ever dreamed it to be and more

And it, again, feels like it could never last long enough when you inevitably pull away

He’s so utterly hooked on you

You’re a drug and he’s a junkie—always doomed to be craving more

He could never get enough of you

You open your eyes, looking down at him, and it truly sinks in how incredibly madly in love he is with you

The feeling’s overwhelming; he almost can’t contain it

And everything about the moment feels so right, so perfect for him to admit his love to you

But right before he's about to confess, you suddenly stiffen, and a look of panic flashes through your eyes

“Jack, I—there’s actually something I wanted to ask you about”

He swallows back his confession, biting his tongue with a nod because he doesn’t trust himself not to blurt it out if he tries to speak

"I-I was just wondering if... if there's a reason you never... you know... want to take things further with me. During sex, I mean"

Oh

His perfect moment crashes down around him

He clears his throat, trying to dispel the haze of love clouding whatever’s left of his rationality

"Take things further? What do you mean?"

His brows furrow in confusion

How is it possible you're on such different wavelengths?

Do you really not feel anything for him?

No, there’s no way, he thinks

The way you looked at him, the way you traced over his features, the way you kissed him

Surely, you have to feel the same way about him… right?

"I just..." you trail off, looking to the side, your gaze landing on the storm just beyond your window

You seem lost in thought for a brief second, but then you return your gaze back to the demon beneath you

"You only ever... you know... focus on me. You never ask for anything in return. And I know there was that thing at the party, but you haven't mentioned it, and you haven't brought anything like that up at all"

You look at him expectantly, though there's a hint of worry in your features

He releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding

Is it really all just wishful thinking on his part?

Let it go, he thinks, this is just a casual thing

You just want casual sex, and that's alright, he's ok with that and nothing more

He swallows back his feeble attempt at convincing himself

He has to be satisfied with whatever he can get

"I uh..." he pauses for a moment to think how to explain things without exposing too much

"I just... I'm worried," he finally admits, "I have... these—these instincts. And they can be very, very hard to control”

His fingers tighten around your hips at the mere thought of it

“I guess I just don't want to lose control if we take things further,” he continues, “I don't want to jeopardize your safety"

He has to stop himself from grimacing at that last part

He can't imagine how horrible he’d feel if you told him to stop and he couldn't

There'd been a few times where it almost came close, where he’d almost lost himself to his base urges when he was eating you out

The memory makes him huff bitterly

No wonder you could never love a monster like him

“So… that’s it?”

He looks up to find a surprised expression on your face, and in return, he tilts his head in confusion

“What do you mean?”

“I-I mean, there’s no other reason? You haven’t been asking for anything in return because you’re scared of hurting me?”

He nods, omitting the part that he’s also scared of marking you, of forcing you into a relationship you clearly don’t want

“And…” you pause, “and otherwise you would? Like… you would want more?”

He nods again

Of course he’d want more—do you really not know how he feels about you?

It’s your turn to nod, like you’ve made a decision

“In that case, I want… I want to try it, then”

You trail your hands from his face down to his chest, feeling the shape of his body through his clothes

Your touch resonates straight to his groin, and he wonders if you have even the faintest idea of what you do to him

He shifts beneath you

“(Y/n), I don’t—I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he admits, but even just the thought of you asking for this has his body coming to life

It’s like his skin is already buzzing for your touch

“Please? Please, Jack? I want this. I want you”

Fanning out your fingers over his chest, you use the leverage to slowly start rocking your hips over his

He inhales sharply through his nose

And whatever measly barriers he’d put up already come crumbling down to your will

He'll give you anything you want

How could he ever say no to you?

#creepypasta #a demon’s ache #eyeless Jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x reader smut #creepypasta x reader #crp

[douma-daisy]

Helloooo❤ I would love you request a douma or kokushibou x pregnant reader scenarios pls (and the baby being a boy) if you don't want to it's okay you can just ignore this

Aww yes, I love babies!! ☺️💕

Warnings: HUGE manga spoilers for Douma’s part. Also pregnancy, death, blah, blah, blah. It’s demons.

Kokushibo 👁

If you thought this man was protective normally… oh boy just wait until he finds out your pregnant. As all six of his eyes widened and his gaze slowly lowered to your stomach, which hadn’t undergone any change yet, you knew you wouldn’t need to worry about your safety.

He started to worry though halfway through your pregnancy, about the child. Kokushibo was only allowed to have a romantic partner as a reward for his unwavering loyalty to Muzan. No other demons had ever been able to try for kids together. If the child is born a demon, will it never age due to its immortality? Will it stay a newborn for eternity? How powerful will it be? What if it… kills you?

He started to worry though halfway through your pregnancy, about the child. Kokushibo was only allowed to have a romantic partner as a reward for his unwavering loyalty to Muzan. No other demons had ever been able to try for kids together. If the child is born a demon, will it never age due to its immortality? Will it stay a newborn for eternity? How powerful will it be? What if it… kills you?

His pure joy over this child suddenly mixed with fear. What the hell would he do if you died? Could he even go on? And if the child lived, what if he resented them for it? Oh he would. He knew he would. And he knew that would kill you all over again.

His pure joy over this child suddenly mixed with fear. What the hell would he do if you died? Could he even go on? And if the child lived, what if he resented them for it? Oh he would. He knew he would. And he knew that would kill you all over again.

He starts spending every moment with you like it’s his last. Every kiss expressed every drop of love and passion he had for you. He treasured you like a [god/goddess]. You certainly didn’t mind the extra attention.

Finally, the day came when you gave birth. Muzan had turned a midwife into a demon just for you, which Kokushibo was eternally grateful for. But Muzan had to admit to himself that even he enjoyed having you around, and was especially intrigued as to what would happen with your child.

The delivery started out a bit rough, but smoothed out rather quickly, and suddenly you were holding a beautiful, healthy baby boy in your arms, tears spilling from your eyes as you looked at your son.

You and the baby weren’t the only one crying. Kokushibo was on his knees next to you, clinging to your shoulder, sobbing as he looked at his son in your arms. You’d never seen him cry before. You’d never seen him express much emotion at all actually. But there he was sobbing. Because you were okay, and your son was okay. And everything was okay.

Douma ❄️

Note: I hope you don’t mind that this isn’t so much focused on the pregnancy itself, but I thought it was still fitting enough.

Also one more warning for ⚠️ big manga spoilers!! ⚠️

Douma saw how your face lit up when one of his followers brought their baby or toddler with them. You’d even offered to babysit for anyone in the cult. And when someone finally took you up on that offer, Douma swore that was the happiest he’d ever seen you. Like ever. And he’d turned you into a demon over a decade ago.

The baby’s name was Inosuke, and his mother, Kotoha, just wanted a little break from motherhood for the day. Although she adored it, she just needed some time to catch up on sleep. You and Kotoha got along wonderfully, which was part of the reason Douma decided to let her live out her life here at the cult.

“Oh Douma, just look at him!” you said, gently swaying side to side with the baby in your arms. “Isn’t he the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?” Douma leaned over your shoulder to look and smiled.

“Well, he’s no match for your beauty, my love, but I’d say he could take second place,” he said, kissing your cheek. You laughed.

You and Kotoha spent even more time together after that. You really just wanted to spend time with Inosuke, but you found Kotoha to be an enjoyable friend too.

But then one day you couldn’t find her. You’d gone out the previous night to buy some new clothes, and when you came back Douma was gone. He’d returned later, but hadn’t said where he had been.

“Douma, have you seen Kotoha?” you asked. Douma frowned.

“Oh, (Y/N), darling…” he began. “Something awful has happened. Come, sit down.” He sat on his beanbag and pulled you into his lap, hesitating a few moments before finally breaking the news.

Kotoha had found their secret. And he had to kill her.

“Wh-what about Inosuke?” you whimpered, tears already beginning to spill from your eyes. You gripped Douma’s shirt like it was the only thing tethering you to a reality where this wasn’t happening.

“I’m so sorry. I wanted to keep him alive and bring him back to you, but she … dropped him off a cliff into a river,” he explained. And though he didn’t feel much, the look on your face undoubtedly devastated him. All he wanted was to keep you happy. He cupped your cheeks.

“No, no, don’t cry, my angel,” he begged. “I’ll just get you another baby, okay? Even more beautiful than hers.”

“How?” you sobbed. And he smirked.

“I’ll show you once you’ve had time to grieve, darling,” he said. “I don’t think you’d enjoy it as much now.”

A little over nine months later, you had another beautiful baby in your arms, this one with (s/c) skin, (h/c) hair, and beautiful rainbow eyes.

#kokushibo x reader #douma x reader #upper moons x reader #demon slayer x reader #douma #kokushibo #kny manga spoilers

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 9. Missing Star [A3]

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader & Third, Brandon

Setting: Delaford Estate

Continuation of: Prompt 1. Chimney Soot & Prompt 5. Grave Of Snow

A/N: It's been a moment since we last saw our dear Colonel who kicked off Rickmas2023 - shall we return and find out what's been brewing since last time? 🤭 I'm very excited to share this one, I ended up staying up kinda late yesterday to make sure it would be ready for proofing this morning but I think my late-night brain did a good job - and the nicknames in this one! I love nicknames! 👀👏

I also started working on tomorrow's prompt yesterday night as well - breaking off the serial theme with a Brandon One Shot tomorrow that I think will be a bit longer 😂 It was gonna be just like 1k (for my sanity's sake) but I'm already on 2k and I think I need another 2k at least to wrap it up nicely 🙈 I really am terrible at keeping things short, but I think this one is gonna be really good so I hope you're excited for MORE Brandon content tomorrow, feels like he's really popular among my readers this year 🥰👏❤

Tags/TW’s: Emotional Turmoil, Classicism, Mutual Pining, Love Confession, Hand Holding, Hand Kissing, Feeling Less Than Worthy, Sort Of A Proposal? Feels… like, feels, you know?

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 2.1k+

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⩤• Brandon •⩥

He watched as you walked into the room, timid and quiet in your movements despite the commanding dress he’d had made for you. Ever since he had disclosed those bold words of your effect upon his heart from the first moment his eyes had found yours, well, he had perhaps been too bold in stating such a fact openly, without barely knowing you. Yet, how could he not? You were a vision as grand as any illusion conjured in the Sahara. As wonderfully sweet in demeanour as a gentle deer in any lush forest where hunters did not exist.

How, on God’s green earth, could he not fall for your beauty? The gentleness he had witnessed in those eyes of yours, framed by soot and ash, over a week ago. The sweetness of your words as you spoke of him as if he were another man — he knew now, of course, you had not known who he was. That you had treated him kindly and spoken only kindness of a man unknown to you based merely on the words of a friend had only engulfed him further in your beauty.

The moment he had entered his bedroom, seeing you in his bed dressed only in a nightshirt and free of any soot or ash for the first time, his judgement had taken flight and abandoned him with no wits. You had disarmed him so fully, so easily, so honestly — he often found himself to be at a loss for words in your presence. Sure, he was a man of few words to begin with, but never had he lost the ability to form sentences of the simplest kind until you appeared.

As you walked toward him, your eyes cast down while simultaneously flicking about in what appeared an effort to not look at him had his heart twisting uncomfortably. You were far younger than him, but not as young as to it not being within reason for him to house such feelings, surely? The very idea you found him… unappealing , made a coldness slither along his back and stiffen it. But as your eyes darted to his for a moment, there was a small hesitant smile across your lips just a mere step before you were stood by him, beside the naked tree within the ballroom. He wished desperately to reach out and clasp your hand, kiss the back of it and offer you anything within his reach no matter where in the world anything lay that was your heart’s desire.

His hands ached with the want to hold you once more, as he had caught you when you stumbled out of the chimney like his own blessing from the stars, or when he carried you from the forest and had the honour of feeling nearly all of you pressed against him. It was not proper, nor had you indicated he was allowed to touch you in any manner. He cursed his errant heart's desires when there was so little evidence regarding your feelings on the matter.

“Miss Y/l/n,” he said quietly, a deep rumble he couldn’t control. “Colonel Brandon,” you replied gently, sweetly. He wished for the world to fall away so he could speak with you clearly, could affirm the words he’d spoken a week ago the day he first met you and subsequently fell into the pit of desperation and want unlike any he had ever experienced.

⩤• You •⩥

You didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to act or even what to do with your fidgeting fingers. He looked at you with such a strange sensation in his eyes. There was nothing but gentleness and kindness visible in them, but the sensation was another matter entirely. Ever since he’d spoken those words, of you breathing life into his heart, your world had tipped on its axis and realigned itself to centre around the gentleman who now spoke so few words to you. Had he perhaps misspoken? Was he changing his mind about the declaration which had nearly burned your skin with its warmth?

You stood beside him, your hands clasped before you while you both looked at the naked, magnificent tree the servants had carried in that very morning. “Such a beauty,” you said with awe as your eyes travelled up to the top where a star would soon sit. “Indeed,” the colonel said in a quiet murmur and you turned to smile at him, only to find him already watching you. Your cheeks heated under that intense look of his.

“Miss, are you finding my estate to your liking?” he asked, yet another question only asking of things that held little importance. Why you wished for him to take a deeper interest in you you could only say was due to the warmth spreading within you each and every time you saw him. “You have a beautiful home, Colonel,” you said and he smiled that little smile of his before he looked away. Could I do it? You wondered. Could you, perhaps, ask a more personal question to show your interest in him?

“Sir,” you began but kept your eyes fixed on the tree as he made it hard to speak without stuttering or stumbling over your words. “Is there-, is there a lady of the house?” You nearly sucked in a breath at the most forward question, you hadn’t been in the servants’ quarter long enough to hear any gossip and now that you were there as his guest they only greeted you with formality. Even Mrs Garber had abandoned any real friendliness and adopted the behaviour of you being a higher citizen. You couldn’t quite wrap your head around it. They were all very nice, friendly, and even kind. They were a happy staff, yet there was no real friendship to be found for you now.

As the silence stretched on, you dared take a peek, only to find him looking at you with barely any emotions in his features; as if he were holding himself still and indifferent. “There is not,” he said after a moment. “Oh, I would have thought-, I mean given-, umh, I…” you stuttered as his eyes never left yours, it was as if your mind could not properly function when he watched you and the way your body nearly purred when he was close had you vibrating as he was just within reach but never actually touched you in any way. It was proper. But it was maddening .

“Given, what? Do explain, miss,” he said, but it wasn’t derogatorily put. A genuine curiosity lingered in his dark voice edged by a warmth unlike any other. “Well—” you averted your gaze and began fidgeting “—given how handsome and kind you are, Sir.” Where the boldness came from you had no idea, but the words had been on your tongue for close to a week now. “You think me handsome?” he asked, a stunned sort of air to him. “Who would not?” you asked, turning in the process to look straight at him. “You are a handsome man.” “I am old,” he countered while for the first time lowering his eyes away from you. “We have a different opinion of what old means, Sir.” “You say that word, in a specific manner, miss.” “What word, Sir?” “That word.” “Sir?” “Yes, you speak it with such respect.” “I have the utmost respect for you, Sir Brandon.” He tilted his head at that, studying you closer all of a sudden.

“Is this due to my age?” he asked, circling back to the subject you held little regard for. You didn’t see an old man, only a handsome and kind one with a strange sort of distance to him. “No, Colonel. I’ve heard stories of you through the city, my former master spoke highly of you but with a certain distaste for your gentleness as he was a cruel—” You shut your mouth before another word could slip out. “Continue,” he ordered. “I do not like to speak ill of—” “Is he the reason you are fidgeting with your hands so incessantly?” It wasn’t a question so much as a quietly spoken demand for answers. You only nodded. “His name?” “I shall not speak, Sir. If you’d excuse me, I do not feel well all of a sudden,” you said in a quick lie. The memories of Lord Burlington were still too fresh. Your skin and flesh still felt the sting of his crop, held by him or his loyal butler.

You walked far too swiftly towards the door but before you could open it a warm hand grabbed yours. You froze mid-step as lightning seemed to strike you from his soft but steady touch. “Miss,” he said in a quiet drawl. “You shall speak the name so I can sever all ties.” Those were the words he spoke but the threat under them was far clearer than you’d care to admit. “You wish to shame the lord?” you asked. “He is but one of many who treat us with… severity.” “I wish to invite him to the day I shall make you mine, and he shall see what a beauty he harmed and realise he is done for, my sweet.” “The day—” Your breath hitched as his hand tightened only for his eyes to widen a second later and release you.

He turned away, his hand fisting before relaxing as he watched the naked tree while your blood pounded in your ears and your heart hammered beyond what should have been possible. The tension lay thick in the air while the silence stretched. “I have spoken too rashly,” he admitted. “Forgive my assumption, miss.” “A-assumption?” you managed to force out between laboured breaths. “That I hold a candle bright enough to capture your flame. Much like this tree misses its star, you have been my missing star. Bright, gentle, light…”

The words he spoke, so kind but sorrow-filled, twisted your heart as you watched his usually straight shoulders slump. You’d spent a week falling for him from a distance. Each gentle word to his staff, every confident step, all the little looks and smiles gifted in your direction. A true gentleman at heart, holding the respect of many yet naming you his missing star — the most important decoration of a Christmas tree and guiding light to those lost.

“Sir…” “Do not fret, my sweet,” he interrupted without looking at you. “I am accustomed to rejection.” “Accustomed to— What? Colonel Brandon I—” “It’s been many years though, as I’ve not offered myself to anyone. Before you, it was never anyone of true importance either.” “Importance? Sir, I’m a scullery maid. I have no—” “Do not finish that sentence,” he said as he swung around, his gentle eyes widened. “You are of the greatest importance, little star.”

Your mouth turned dry while your stomach churned and warmed under his stare. The harshness that mingled with the kindness in his eyes was a warming thing to be witnessed by. You wished to feel those strong arms wrap around you, holding you close while his gravelly voice whispered those sweet nicknames which had from time to time slipped out of that thin mouth of his you wondered what it felt like to kiss.

“I’m not rejecting you, Sir.” Those were the only words you managed to push out as your throat closed up. His brows lifted, surprise marring his face. “You-, you are not?” he asked and you shook your head. “Then, what are you doing?” “I-, I-,” you began, but how were you to speak of what he made you feel? He, a respected colonel with such grace and wealth to him, was far beyond your reach. You had done your best to tamper down your feelings, the building need in your entire body for him which only grew with each passing day.

You took a step back, as if your body knew it could not have what it wished for and tried to increase the distance. “Do not walk away from me, miss,” he said, but there was no harshness to his voice. “I’m not worthy,” you whispered. “My heart says otherwise.” “But I’m not— And you’re—” “My sweet,” he said, interrupting your clumsy attempt at forming words. “You are far beyond worthy. I knew, from the moment our eyes met and you spoke so kindly. There is more value in you, my missing star, than most in high society.”

You shook your head, as if you couldn’t believe the words he spoke. Yet, the moment he grasped your trembling hand it was as if the world fell away. There was only him, his kind eyes, his sweet warmth. The soft touch of his thin lips against your knuckles nearly had you undone right then and there.

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: How are we feeling? 👀🙈 Gosh, I loved writing this one - it just feels so right for Brandon to be like this - I hope it hits the mark for you too! Also - I'm really getting into the thick of Christmas prepping now - I will do my best to post fics as early in the day as I possibly can but it might fluctuate a bit 😅❤

Q: What Rickman character would you prefer to be snowed in and stuck with for a week in a somewhat realistic setting? A: For me, it would have to be Snape - the magic alone makes him a prime candidate for making the week better 😂 Cold? Use a charm. Thirsty? Use a charm. Moving furniture? Use a charm. Can't reach the blanket? Use a charm. 👌

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#rickmas2023 #rickmas #colonel brandon #brandon x reader #brandon fic #sense and sensibility #rickmaniac #alan rickman #christmas fic

[voidofgrace]

So, I've done a couple play-throughs of Baldur’s Gate 3 now, and I have some thoughts regarding companion romances; namely, Astarion and Gale. Warning, this will contain spoilers.

In my first game, I romanced Astarion (because obviously), and I loved the way they handled his traumas, his growth, and the nuances of his character. I could pen an essay, but I doubt there is anything I could say that hasn't been said already.

My second game, I decided to romance Gale. I won't lie, I mostly did it because thanks to the weird way he was bugged, I got a flag for his act 2 romance cut scene in my other game. Out of curiosity, I went through it, and it was honestly so sweet, and kind of sad. After that, I wanted to see how the rest of his romance played out.

And folks, I hate to say it (no I don't), I loved his romance more than Astarion’s. By the end of Astarion’s story, while wonderful, I didn't want to be with him, but just like, protect him and help him live his life and just learn how to be free. The revelation of his headstone, and his age of death. He was so young when he was murdered and turned, and it's so heartbreaking.

Also, the man literally says he really didn't like you at all at first. I mean, fair, but was that really the time to say "I thought you were a total loser, but ily now ❤." Kinda rude, Astarion.

And then there's Gale. The man who loved his Goddess so much, he tried to return a piece of magic to her he thought she had lost. Now don't get me wrong, he did it as much out of hubris as he did love, but in doing so, he wanted to earn a fraction of the love he felt for her in return.

This is a man who was sentenced to death by the woman he loved, as a means to an end that she and the other gods could achieve.

And what does this man do, when thinking about how he was close to the end?

He creates a sky full of stars, a pocket of something beautiful in a place that's cursed. And he tells you he loves you, laments about how he wishes he could do it properly. He gives you a glimpse of his life in Waterdeep, the place where he is happiest, because he wants to share that with you.

It is so wonderfully sweet, but it's also soured by the fact that he believes he has no choice but to carry out Mystra’s will. He believes he needs to be forgiven for his transgression against her, and that forgiveness will only be granted with his death.

Then we get the the start of act 3, and the circus. When you take Gale through the Dryad's test, the questions felt very shallow, especially when compared to the ones given with Astarion. What kind of food is Gale? Really? At least, until the very last question: what is Gale’s greatest flaw. One of the answers you can choose is "He thinks that he, and the world, might be better off if he were dead."

His response? He agrees... As someone who has struggled with mental health and similar thoughts, that one hit home. But then, in the next sentence, he shows that he has hope. Maybe it's not true. Maybe fate can be defied.

Moving on to later in act 3, there was the revelation of the Crown of Karsus, a relic from Karsus' attempt at achieving Godhood that survived. And Gale sees the possibilities that crown opens up. A chance to do what the other gods refused to do - what Mystra refused to do. He saw the chance to save Faerûn, to save his friends, and to save the person he loves (which again, Mystra refused to do, in his eyes), Ao be damned.

But, he also sees it as a way to finally be worthy. Worthy of the love he had been denied by Mystra, deserving of the love you have given him. After all, in the past, it was only ever because of his power that he was ever deemed worthy for anything, and what greater power is there than that of a god?

And that is HEARTBREAKING. The man only thought he was worth anything because of his power, because that had been the only thing people had really cared for about him. And when you tell this man you love him just for him, not because he's powerful or because he could he a god, but because he's a sweet man who loves books, who sometimes writes poetry, who loves curling up by the fire with his cat, a book and a glass of wine, he turns down that power. Show him care and love for who he is, and the man shines.

How could anyone NOT love Gale?

But yeah, Gale is 10/10. And Mystra sucks.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios

[littlexfic]

a/n: this is my first fanfic so don't judge too harshly please! this is about eva's birthday(literally the title) 🎂🎉 it takes place after acftl when eva and jacks (hopefully) have their happy ending and they are living in the hollow(or maybe a little house, idk)❤

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This needs to be perfect. Evangeline's birthday is tomorrow and Jacks has spent the last 4 hours trying to get everything as perfect as it can be. He decided he would throw her some sort of party, even though he would have rather had her all to himself, he knew she would want to see her friends.

He has refused to let anyone help him because he wants to be able to take all the credit. Lala is letting him use the Slaughterwood castle's ballroom because there isn't another place for him to throw a party as amazing as this one should be.

The ballroom looked magnificent. It was covered in pink decorations and pretty lights. Jacks was pretty proud of his work.

He had let Lala be in charge of invitations, so he had no idea who was coming, and honestly didn't care. The only person he cared about being there was Evangeline. Evangeline didn't know about the party, so he had to find a way to get here there. He figured he would just tell her to come with him and she would follow because he knew she couldn't resist him. (Or at least he liked to tell himself that)

~ 🍎Back at the Hollow🍎~

Evangeline had just finished getting ready for bed and Jacks still wasn't home. She was getting quite scared because it was really dark and really late and she had no idea where he could have gone.

She decided to lay in bed and hope that he would get home safely and soon. She tried to sleep but she just couldn't. The longest he was ever gone was about 2 hours, and in the daytime.

She almost got out of bed to go out to go look for him, but then she heard the door open. She quickly jumped out of bed and ran to Jacks.

"Jacks! For fates sake, where have you been this whole time!?"

"Calm down, my fox, " He said before grabbing her waist and bending down to slowly kiss her.

"Jacks, where were you and what have you been doing?" She asked suspiciously after pulling away from him.

"No where you need to know."

His words slighlty scared Evangeline.Where could he have been that she didn't need to know about?

Was he with another girl?

Apparently he heard her thought because his face softened as he looked at her and said, "My fox, you really think I was with another girl?"

"I mean, why else would you not want to tell me where you've been?"

"I promise you Evangeline, no woman out there could ever compare to you. I really hope you know that I would never do that to you, Little fox."

She stared at him for a littlt bit then. At his beautiful blue eyes, his shiny, soft golden hair, and then his perfectly shaped lips, just before putting her lips on his, she couldn't help herself.

Evangeline felt like she was floating everytime they kissed. His kiss truly was worth dying for. She pulled away and asked him,

"Then where were you, Jacks?"

"You'll see, lets go to bed, I'm exhausted."

He led her to their bed and she snuggled up to his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.

~🍎Evangeline's Birthday🍎~

Jacks woke up extra early so he could make Evangeline breakfast. He knew she loves anything fruity, so he made her strawberry pancakes with a smoothie and a side of berries. Jacks was actually a pretty good cook, he's had a lot of practice considering how long he's been alive.

He set the breakfast on the table and went up to the bedroom to find his fox looking rather perfect sleeping while cuddling a pillow and mumbling things he couldn't quite hear.

He didn't want to wake her, but luckily he didn't have to.

"Jacks?" Evangeline said tiredly while rubbing her eyes and looking around before finding him leaning on the doorway, staring at her.

"Goodmorning, Evangeline. Did you sleep good, my fox?" Jacks said as he stepped over to the bed and brushing her her out of her face.

"Yes, I slept wonderfully, Jacks, " Evangeline replied with a still tired voice and an adorable smile that made Jacks weak.

"Well, It's a big day. Happy Birthday, Little Fox." Evangeline let out a slight squeal as Jacks picked her up and took her into the kitchen. He sat her down at the table and she stared at her breakfast. She looked at it almost the same way she looked when she was about to become a vampire.

"Wow, Jacks. Did you make this?" She asked, looking rather shocked.

Jacks sat in the seat beside her and kissed her forehead.

"You look rather surprised, Little Fox, do you think I can't cook? I've been alive an awful long, I know how to do many things."

"Do you know how to ride a horse?" This caught Jacks a little off guard, what a random question.

"Yes actually, I do. Why do you ask?"

"I've always wanted to ride a horse, could you take me on a horse ride for my birthday?"

Jacks wouldn't have guessed that Evangeline wanted to ride horses for her birthday, but he would do anything she wanted to do, and honestly, the idea did sound rather enjoyable.

🌸Eva's POV🌸

Evangeline put on the simplest dress she could find. It was a light colored yellow dress with sleeves falling off her shoulders and there were lacey flowers on the skirt that weren't super noticable, but still pretty. She put a braid in her hair with yellow flowers going through it that matched her dress. She put on some reddish-pinkish lipgloss and headed to find Jacks. (Ik you probably cant really ride a horse in a dress, but just ignore that fact for now)

She walked downstairs to see Jacks sitting on a couch looking rather impatient. He looked up at her and his eyes glimmered while looking at her dress and hair and everything about her.

"Fates, Evangeline," He said while walking over to her and taking one of her hands in his and wrapping the other around her waist. "You look truly beautiful."

She felt her cheeks go slightly pink when he said that, but she ignored it and looked at him and said, "You don't look too bad yourself, Prince of Hearts."

He actually looked very far from bad. He was wearing a dark blue dublet that made his eyes stand out, and his hair was neatly brushed and smooth looking, but still looked the slightest bit messy, as if he had been running his fingers through it.

Evangeline stared at him. Mainly his lips. Jacks didn't seem to get the hint though.

Kiss me, Jacks

Then he was kissing her. Not as gently as she thought he would though. He was harsh, hungry. It was as if he couldn't get enough of her.

Wow, he really knows how to kiss.

Jack's let out a dark chuckle at that, she really needed to work on controlling her thoughts.

🍎Jacks POV🍎

Oh my fates, this girl. Jacks thought silently. He had realized he was going soft throughout the day, so he thought he needed to be a little more aggressive now. It was weird, he had always told himself she was just a tool to him, and he always tried not to care about her, but now, Evangeline is the most precious thing to him. He wouldn't trade anything for her. His little fox

He needed to make this the most amazing day of her life. They were going to ride horses, maybe go on a picnic, and then go to Evangeline's birthday party.

They left the Hollow to go to the horses, and once the got there Evangeline had the most amazing look on her face. She stared at the horses with a look of pure joy on her face.

"I'm so excited Jacks, thank you for bringing me here" She said excitedly while looking up at him.

"Anything for you, Evangeline." He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. "Let's go ride some horses"

They walked over to a black horse and before Evangeline had a chance to get on, he picked her up, causing a little surprised sound to escape her lips, and set her on the horse. He got on in front of her and she wrapped her arms around him, causing unwanted butterflies to fly through his stomach. Evangeline has touched him many times, but his heart still gives a little flutter each time she does.

It was the most peaceful horse ride he has ever been on. It gave him a feeling of comfort, riding through the pretty fields and forests, with Evangeline behind him.

They stopped found a flat spot of grass and decided to have a picnic there. Evangeline had a look in her eyes that made her look almost as happy as he has ever seen her. It had been the most amazing day he's ever had.

🎂The Night of the Party🎂

"Please LaLa, Evangeline won't care. I promise." Lala had been trying to get Jacks to wear a suit to Evangelines party for the past hour.

"Come on Jacks. If you love her you'll wear it" Jacks groaned. Now he felt like he had to wear it. Him and Evangeline haven't actually said 'I love you' yet, but Jacks knew he loved her without a doubt. He just didn't want to say it because he didn't know if she felt the same.

He gave in. "Fine, I'll wear it"

"Yay! Evangeline will be in love with it, trust me" Lala said happily

Lala left and Jacks went back to his room to find Evangeline. She was sitting on the bed reading a book. Jacks almost didn't want to say anything to her, he just wanted to watch her read. She's so pretty

Evangeline's head shot up.

"What did you say, Jacks?" She asked a little too innocently. She definitely heard.

"Come on Evangeline, we're leaving," He said, ignoring her question.

"Oh, where? and why are you wearing a suit?"

"You'll see, put this on," He told her while tossing her a dress Lala had given him to give to her.

She picked it up and stared at it.

"You want me to wear this?" She asked. Jacks hadn't actually looked at the dress, but when she held it up to him, he understood why she sounded so shocked. It was a light pink dress that looked very tight and only went to her knees. It had a slit at the bottom and thin strap sleeves.

"Jacks, are you trying to seduce me?" She asked while laughing slightly. He couldn't even tell if she was joking.

"I- no, no of course not, I didn't even see the dress." He was slipping over his own words.

He didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but he also wouldn't have minded if she wore the dress. In fact, he kind of wanted her to if he was being completley honest with himself.

Evangeline slightly raised an eyebrow at him, then went into the closet. When she came out, to his surprise, she was actually wearing the dress.

Control yourself, control yourself

She looked at him with her big doe eyes, and he didn't control himself. He walked up to her without even thinking, and then he was pressing her against the wall. He put on hand on her waist and the other through the slit on her leg. She grabbed his tie and pulled him closer. Fates

"Deja vu much, Little fox?" He asked her with a smirk, ignoring how wild she made him feel.

"You know Jacks, I think I'm going to change dresses, this one is very uncomfortable.

"No." he said without even thinking.

"No?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that." He was feeling quite flustered now.

Evangeline giggled, making him feel like he was going to faint. Then she let go of him and walked back into the closet without even saying anything. When she came out, she was wearing a cream colored gown with a lacy corset and sleevs. She looked gorgous, but Jacks secretly missed the other dress.

"Ok, Prince of hearts, where are we going?"

🌸Evangeline's POV🌸

Jacks led Evangeline out to a carriage, she was very confused. He was wearing a suit, which he looked fantasticaly handsome in, and he had tried making her wear one of the most inappropriate dresses she had ever seen. She honestly would've worn it, but she had standards.

Evangeline realized where they were going during the ride. The Slaughterwood castle. But why?

When they got there, Jacks helped her out of the carriage and walked her inside. They walked into the ballroom, and her jaw dropped. It was beautiful. She looked around and saw almost everyone she knew. She was so happy she could've cried.

"Did you do this, Jacks?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Maybe," he said with a slight smirk. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big hug. He hugged her back and when she pulled away she noticed everyone was dancing.

"Dance with me, Jacks?"

"Of course, Little fox" He led her to the dance floor and they started dancing. The song was slower, so they were dancing slow. She stared into his beautiful blue eyes, and he stared back.

"Evangeline?"

"Yes, Jacks?"

"Happy birthday."

She gave him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

"Also," he continued, hesitantly, almost shyly it seemed

"Hm?"

"I love you"

a/n: sorry if that seemed super rushed, I wrote the ending really fast😅 anyways, this is my first story, so let me know what you think!

#acftl #evajacks #evangeline and jacks #evangeline fox #fanfic #jacks and evangeline #jacks of the hollow #prince of hearts #tbona #ouabh

[thewarriorgoddess]

I just wanna take a second to appreciate how good Astarion is with words. Like he really wasn't lying when he says he knows how to manipulate people's emotions through "love". Like the best example isn't when he says "I would never hurt you, I love you. That's what you've been waiting to hear right?" No. For me its when you ask him, after his ascension, if he will compel you now that you're a spawn. And he replies:

"Why would I need to? You're going to be wonderfully obedient."

Hearing him say this the first time in game did make me immediately think: Oh wow he really isn't going to compel us? But then I had to do a double take because it sounded awfully sus. And I think my first reaction in believing he is answering "no" to the question of will he compel Tav is due to how he arranges his answer. Him saying "Why would I need to" first, especially as a question, implies that he doesn't see any reason to why he would compel Tav. So by saying that first he manipulates Tav, and by extension the player, to hyperfixate on the first part of his answer which he makes sound like he is struggling to find a reason why he would consider compelling Tav.

Like we hyperfixate on the first sentence that the other part of his answer doesn't even register: "You're going to be wonderfully obedient". Adding this to his answer now sets up a condition that must be met for his first sentence of not seeing a reason to compel Tav to be true. Tav must be obedient. So now his answer isn't "I don't see why I would need to compel you, so no I won't" it is "Obey me and I won't need to compel you". Which means the answer to the question is yes, Astarion will compel Tav.

Like UGH he's such a well written character! His differences are so beautiful! Like look at this shit (in what I use every now and then as his alternate titles to spawn and ascended cringe lord):

Astarion the Manipulative Seducer

Astarion the Sincere

The difference is so..... breathtaking IDK HE'S breathtaking 😭

screenshot credit to @dailyastarionpics they're literally the goat with taking so many beautiful screenshots of this man ❤

#He's so gorgeous when he's sincere #i started fangirling at the end forgive me #his manipulation tactics do scare me tho fr #astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion

[ennas-aesthetic]

Just finished reading adoinis, adonis. It's amazing. It made me cry more than a few times, and maybe it is because I had a rough day or it's 3 am, but. It is so beautiful and sad. Every sentence moved my soul. The ending is like a tragedy you know how ends. To quote hadestown: "it's a sad song, it's a tragedy, but we'll sing it anyway". And it's so romantic. Hob afraid to tell him to not leave and then Dream ask him why he stays? Because he loves him?? This is everything. Wonderfully written, absolutely beautiful.

Oh gosh, thank you so so much! I am so happy you loved reading adonis, adonis! It makes all those sleepless nights so worth it :'DDD

Hadestown was DEFINITELY a source of inspiration for it. To be fair, any iteration of the Orpheus and Eurydice myth could be a source of inspiration for it, but that's Greek tragedy for you. Dream is such a textbook tragic protagonist, and exploring his relationship with Hob (now updated and enriched in the show) w/ the context of the comics' ending was so compelling and cathartic. I wanted adonis, adonis' ending to reflect Hob's vague and ambiguous storytelling/reminiscing: the ending's up to him, and up to us.

AAAAA either way, I'm so so happy you loved it! Thank you so much for reading ❤

Anyone curious about adonis, adonis, I'll link it here:

#dreamling #dreamling fic #adonis adonis #the sandman #enna rambles #thecrowninacrown

[melis-writes]

Idk if you've ever been asked this before, but what's your favorite role/movie that Al Pacino has taken on and why? Ex: Micheal Corleone, Tony Montana, John Milton, etc.,/The Godfather, Heat, Carlito's Way, etc.

I admire how passionate you are about writing, btw! It's impressive how dedicated you are to taking requests and uploading fairly frequently 😭

I know everyone's gonna expect me to say Michael Corleone... 😅 and yes, in many ways I'm so glad Al got the part as him and not as Sonny or anyone else, but that's different! Shoutout to Francis Ford Coppola always for helping Al get that role, but in terms of a role Al took himself without, for example, all the hassle that happened in The Godfather... it's Bobby Axel from The Panic in Needle Park. 🥺

I really can't put it into worlds but that film is beautiful. It's raw, gritty, emotional and directed so wonderfully. Jerry Schatzberg knew what he was doing. It feels so real and the script flows well, the characters are like real people rather than the "characters" in forced acting and trying too hard we see in cinema today. Al taking on the role of a heroin addict/dealer in this film that's not adapted by a play/book or expected to be a blockbuster but just an entertaining, beautiful film all around. His acting is so natural and incredibly talented. I'm so happy he took that role because nobody else could do Bobby like him whatsoever and of course, it helped him get Michael's role later on too! 🥰😍

And thank you so much!! ❤❤❤ I work one day at a time on the lovely prompt requests you guys send in and my main fics too. 😊 It's honestly something I enjoy and love doing so much!

#al pacino

[mukuberry]

Like the slow/calm start is so perfect... his voice is beautiful... throughout the entire song its beautiful... the way it builds up to the chorus is astonishing... how its just vocals alone for the first two syllables of the chorus then the rest kicks in... his vocals on "only if your heart could change, but that's not possible"... his voice is haunting when he sings the last word of the chorus too... the bridge is just 💖❤💓💞💛💗💕💜💟💘💔❣💜💞💛❤... and his voice sounding desperate and broken in the last part of the bridge is stunning, and then the chorus comes back and its just beautiful his vocals are so powerful its like a firework exploding and the ""see you" is the same as "its over"" and again with the "only if your heart could change" line and again again with the final part that leads into him speaking over his singing which is the most impactful part of the song and includes what i consider the most important lines and visuals of the song and then it goes to the final part which mirrors the slow part of the song showing how things have changed for him but he's still left in the same spot as he was before which is also mimicked in the visuals (looking over the apple with a mournful expression (this time with their positions switched) before putting on his mask) but im supposed to be talking about the music not tje visuals sorry also the way the music (not vocals) slowly loses its power and fades out and completely stops just before the mask goes back on its all just so wonderfully made and i wish i knew more music terms because i could describe this soooo much better if i did anyway its a good song!!!!!!!!

#chernikocore #kazuiloveposting

[reacty]

I'm not cry of commotion,I'm not cry of commotion,I'm not cry of commotion,I'm not cry of commotion,I'm not cry of commotion....😊😊😊🥲😭😭😭😭❤❤❤

What a beautiful call back to Yvette S3 when of Vuzgamad is temporary gone sealed alone in the desert like the ^¥¢\© deserved; Yvette started and continued to blossom beautifully and wonderfully under the warm,serene and luminose guide of HER MC and HER LODESTAR!!!↓↓↓

❤ call back to Yvette season 2 MC herself for Yvette is :Happiness , Love, Serenity and her everything .

Cue a sweet under tree kissing,soft,sweet,serene and Acacia the shipper oh MC have further for her Byronic wife what is it🤗 ?

Wait this means that the family of my Byronic wives is going to expand?!?

And remember always on Yvette S3 MC stated that they help a local dog-home shelter/rescuer well its home let's thank him for Acacia.

MC explain to Yvette what her and this friend job is:play with the dogs,help them,care for them, then he make photos for their site so the dog can adopted like Acacia.

Yvette is radiant by sheer happiness and see Yvette play with the dog is melting my hearts. Yvette,MC and Acacia play with the dogs I'm surprised that my cellphone isn't get a cuteness overload,after Acacia, her BFF and the rest of the dogs are tired MC's friend propose a...

Me:yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes! This is how I die! Cuteness overloooooooooaaaaaaddddddd!!!!!!!!

Finally she is happy,serene and content with her Byronic wife MC and her precious pup/daughter Acacia,

ME:You and me MC! You and me....

.... I hope they will be ready for the final challenge...but for let's go home.

So Yvette and MC go to their room with being her cute shy blushing self again🥰

End Part 2

[le-fruit-de-la-passion]

❤ Arcane Valentines Day Drabbles (Explicit) ❤

Viktor + wax

"Shh… shh, sweetheart. You are doing wonderfully."

You squirmed, trying to stay still when another burning drop fell from the ignited candle. Viktor's smile was tender, his free hand caressing your lower stomach as the other held onto the melting wax.

"You were the one who suggested this, my love."

You hissed when the next bead burnt your skin, running down tantalizingly slowly on your breast. "I know but -ah- Viktor..." you whimpered brokenly, a large drop running slowly onto your inner thigh. 

"Ah, do not move so much now," he breathed out, gently pushing onto your belly to keep you in place. "I believe I am making quite the masterpiece, but for as beautiful as you are, you make a very poor canvas."

You whined when he brought the candle closer to your skin, the warmth dizzyingly pleasurable amidst the burning pain. "Maybe we should attach you to the bed. What do you think," he said, a teasing glimmer in his eyes, "my love?"

Jayce + lingerie

"Baby, you're driving me insane."

Jayce impatiently took off your lab coat, warm hands hastily trying to reach your skin.

"All day, around the lab-" he mumbled as he feverishly kissed your neck, taking your top off to reveal bright red lace, "knowing you had this under your uniform, just for me-"

You moaned appreciatively when he swiftly pulled down your skirt, the palm of his hands fitting snugly against the thin lingerie on your ass.

"You're so fucking gorgeous in this, princess," he whispered, biting the shell of your ear possessively as he fondled your cheeks. "I'm the luckiest man in all of Piltover." 

Your hand reached for his on your backside, hooking his fingers into the delicate fabric of your underwear. "If you're feeling lucky," you answered playfully, leaning into his touch to rub the lace against him, "how about you try and take all of it off ?"

Silco + pet play

"This is so embarrassing."

You held onto the bed covers tightly to cover yourself, face burning. Silco tutted disapprovingly, his hands gently prying the fabric off you to unveil your naked form.

"Now, now, don't say such a thing," he admonished. "Jinx was so happy when she got these for you..."

He petted your hair, a smirk on his scarred face as he placed the small cat ears onto your head like a crown.

"I'm fairly sure this isn't what she intended me to use them for," you muttered under your breath. He let out a wry laugh as he sat next to you on the bed, the mattress creaking. "What an angry little kitten you make..."

His fingers grabbed your chin, light yet firm, holding your head up to face his gaze, his eyes dark.

"Perhaps someone should remind you of your place, pet."

#happy valentines day my loves 💕💕💕 #a lil something for all of you because ur all my valentines #i hope you have an amazing day 💕💕💕💕 #viktor x reader #jayce x reader #silco x reader #arcane x reader #arcane #viktor arcane #jayce talis #silco #mine #drabbles #valentines day

[jd-loves-fiction]

hi bub !! ❤️❤️ you OK ?? you well ?? i saw that the event are finally , finally - FINALLY opened & i literally screeched , lol . & it's in the middle of the evening rn , i - regarding the event , though , will it be OK if i request an izana + forbidden love + angst ??? ❤️❤️

take all the time you need & congratulations on opening the event !! 🎊❤️❤️

🦊 hello darling! I’m ok, just getting used to college🙃 but i’m so glad you were so excited about this :)) hope you enjoy this❤

◈ A very bad day (or is it?) ◈

◈ genre: angst, fluff

◈ pairing: Izana x fem!reader

The fox boy from the apartment next door intrigues you. Though he's no boy, he's a man, slim, elegant but strong. You'd seen it when he managed to move all his stuff in all on his own in only a day.

And he's unfairly beautiful. Large white ears perched upon his fluffy hair twitching at every sound, contrasting wonderfully against his tan skin. His violet eyes only serve to make him look even more dreamy. And those plump lips that often like to pull into a devious smile.

Oh, how you wish you could feel them yourself.

But you mustn't. Who says so? Society. That's why no one ever talks to him, besides you when no one is around. Because of fear of being shunned for it.

Not just that, there's also the small detail that marriage between humans and hybrids is forbidden by law due to lack of research on the consequences. Research that hasn't made progress in years, probably because the scientists in charge of it have so far been much too focused on studying hybrids as if they're fully animals and not half-human, with our same, prized, intelligence and most of the same features. You have little hope that things change in the near future.

And so, you’ve kept your distance, or tried. The man is much too charming for him own good, holding the door for you, helping you with heavy groceries and the like, acting like an absolute gentleman for reasons unknown to you, all with the most beautiful smile. It’s all been a little hard to handle.

But basic empathy implies just that and nothing more, right? You simply find him attractive and appreciate his endless sympathy, right?

At least that's what you thought until a certain very rainy day.

It had started off bad enough that you had hoped and prayed that it wouldn’t get any worse, to no avail. You woke up late to find a wall of clouds over the blue sky, which you didn’t expect. But the fact that you were rushing to get to work made you forgetful, so you unknowingly left not only an umbrella behind but also your keys, which fell from your bag without you noticing.

The public transport delayed your arrival even further and with that anxiety you remained unaware of your missing keys. Due to this you were late to work, but so were most of your coworkers so your boss let you off easy.

The next problem makes itself known after work, when you arrive home only to realize your keys are nowhere to be found, "Oh, for fuck's sake!"

Your exclamation caught the attention of your handsome neighbor, who steps out of his apartment to see what the commotion was, only to see you with your head in your hands while trying to even out your breathing in order to remain calm and not burst into tears.

"Hey, do you need help? What's wrong?" Izana, he'd introduced himself as the first time you actually talked, asks sympathetically while slowly edging closer to your trembling form as to not startle you.

"Huh? No, it's fine." You try to brush it off, hiding your troubled expression from his kind violet orbs.

"Fine? You're soaking wet, you'll be sick if you don't warm up soon." He replies sternly, "If you can't get into your apartment, you can shower at mine while I call the landlord to open your door."

Tired, frustrated and very much defeated, you nod and follow the man to his house wordlessly.

Inside, it's warm and colorful, with shades of red and violet everywhere in a way that should look gaudy but surprisingly doesn't.

He rushes to get you some clothes before showing you to the bathroom so you can take a warm shower, leaving with an awkward nod and what seems to be a blush on his dark cheeks.

Standing in what is basically a stranger's bathroom, you think about your situation. What the hell.

This? After so long of subconsciously keeping your feelings hidden and subdued? If this isn't some sort of sign, you know what would be one.

What this 'sign' means though, you have no clue.

Should you go against the grain and make a move like your heart wants to do desperately? Or run out the door, hoping this is all just a bad dream?

"Everything alright?" Izana calls out from beyond the bathroom door, soft and concerned but loud enough to be heard and make you jump about half a foot in the air from the sheer shock, "Y-Yes!" you stutter back.

After hurriedly getting ready, you come out to the living room to find your host sat on the couch. His white ears flick as your footsteps come to stop close by him before his violet eyes fall on your form, clad in his large shirt, hair wet and face flushed from the heat.

You've just said something to him - he can see your lips moving - but he just can't seem to hear it over his own heart beating like a drum, "Sorry, what?"

"Thank you and... Sorry for bothering. Have you gotten any news yet?" You shuffle nervously under his intense, wide-eyed gaze.

He blinks for a moment, "Oh, you're welcome. And he just told me he's stuck in traffic, might take a bit."

You sigh, hand on your forehead as you feel a migraine forming. This is too much for just one day.

Izana, seemingly always observant, gets up from his seat, offering you a blanket, "I'll make some tea." You have no other option but to accept it and sit on the couch as he works.

You space out as he does, thinking about everything and nothing in particular, before he places a warm cup of chamomile tea before your eyes.

"So, some guy stood you up?" Izana tries after a few moments of silence, hoping that he's wrong or else he might not be able to handle the jealously and protectiveness he knows he'll feel even though he really shouldn't.

"What? No, no. Just a really bad day." You sigh, tracing the flowers painted on the side of the dainty cup. Not what you'd expect for a guy like Izana, hair tied away from his face, tattoos showing just beneath his shirt, more piercings than you can count. Must've been a gift.

He gives you that look that says 'hit me with it', and you give in easily, talking about the awful day you've had, stumbling over your words because it sounds silly or entitled, feeling shy beneath his focused gaze. But he just nods serenely, urging you to continue, making silly remarks throughout to see you smile against the edge of your teacup.

It's nice, peaceful. So much so that you barely notice the time go by until a ringing phone cuts through the pleasant atmosphere like a burning knife. The landlord.

Realization hits you. What am I doing?

This is dangerous. This familiarity is dangerous, considering the feelings that were already there before that.

This is close to forbidden, if not completely so by cultural standards.

But he's so... Everything. Everything you've ever dreamed of. He's nothing like the media have led you to believe his kind to be - shallow, emotionless, cunning - sure, he's mischievous just like they said, but it worked to make you feel better so how's that a bad thing?

Izana gives you a smile and tells you that the landlord can open your door now before guiding you to the door and handing you a bag with your clothes. You step outside his apartment and you can the landlord, twirling a key around, no doubt he can hear you. But the day has been so bad that you decide, fuck it, you should do something nice for yourself.

"We should- hmm, do this again s-some time." Your voice fades out at the end as you notice the eyes that are now on you - the landlord, the noisy neighbors through the peephole and most importantly, the pair of violet ones you've been staring deeply into, the whole night.

"Hang out?" The owner of the gem-like orbs asks hopefully, grinning widely when you nod shyly. "Of course! Better get those expectations high because I'm gonna blow you away."

You giggle at his enthusiasm and whisper a few words or appreciation and encouragement before moving towards your apartment, uncaring of the now shocked gazes that follow. All while Izana's fluffy white tail can't stop wagging about.

#🦊event #izana kurokawa #izana angst #izana x reader #izana x y/n #izana x you #izana smut #kurokawa izana #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev x y/n #tokrev smut #tokyo rev smut #tokrev #tokyo revengers x you smut

[sashi-ya]

~ 🌸 Cherry Blossoms Over Wano Event 🌸 ~

Sfw ~ Sabo x F! Reader ~ The Fire Festival

tw: none, just some fluffiness and sweet Sabo. Italics are readers thoughts.

wc: 2.6K

Like this event? masterlist 🌸~

Hi, my dear @kwnblack 💗 here I am with your sweet Sabo fic, I hope you enjoy this fluffy story my love!! thank u for requesting and LOVE U! 💗🌸 🐉🍜

The request was:

Kwnblack asked: Hey sister! Would love to pick the Fire Festival prompt for your event, featuring a fluffy Sabo, if I may. Thank you so much! ❤

The warm lights from a million paper lanterns decorate the dark sky of the Flower Capital. But only the Flower Capital. The warm lights don’t illuminate the surroundings… What's after the doors of the prosperous Hana no Miyako? Perhaps something that must not be seen… Over the Sora fune or sky ships, people drink sake, dance, and enjoy themselves. Everything seems fine at the fire festival, except for the water under them, it smells rotten.

And it smells rotten, but the scent of the endless cherry blossoms rain over Wano covers it up. The little Sakura flowers tangle around your hair, and it’s fun to play with them as they fall.

“Coff coff coff” “Sabo! Sabo, breathe!” you whisper to your companion, and hit his back so he stops choking on that caramelized apple he bought before boarding one of the little wooden canoe.

Sabo quickly swallows the remaining parts of the apple, and giggles as he remembers his brothers at Dadan’s house and how they used to devour food like beasts. And how, of course, nothing has changed for him ever since.

“I told you to take smaller bites, Chief!” you tell him, hitting his peculiar -fake- chonmage he attached to his head to look like a Wano citizen. His blue yukata, though, looks really good on him, and helps him merge with the crowd. As for you, the beautiful kimono you rented for the festival night, suits you wonderfully.

He smiles at you, still with some caramel on the side of his mouth, but with a beam that shines brighter than fire. “Here, let me help you” you tell him, grabbing your handkerchief and gently wiping the rest of the caramel.

Your eyes meet, and for a while you reflect into his deep gray eyes. And him, on yours.

“I will clean it for you” he says, while a gloved hand grabs your tissue. “It’s ok” you mumble, still with your eyes fixed on his.

But the intense meeting ends up quickly, as the captain of the typical little ship announces you have arrived at the Flower Capital. “You will have to show you are not a criminal when descending the ship, please get prepared for inspection” the man says. You look at Sabo, expecting him to be at least a little nervous, but he isn’t.

After all, you two are not criminals… Just Chief of Staff Sabo, second hand of the Revolutionary Army and you, representative of the special forces of intelligence of the RA. But not criminals, at least not for Wano police. “Don’t use -de gozaru at the ending, please” you ask, because from the many times Sabo tried to pronounce it with Wano accent, he failed. Miserably. And cringey. “I won’t” Sabo whispers, giggling.

Oh lord, stop smiling… you are making me dizzy.

A serious faced policeman compares your faces with some pictures of -unfortunately- well known faces drawn in the equivalent of wanted posters from the WG.

“What are you doing here? Where are you from?” the officer asks, inspecting Sabo’s maroon mark around his left eye.

Sabo quickly snatches you from your waist and brings you closer to him. “I’m here with my wife to celebrate the fire festival! To commemorate our savior Shogun, Orochi-sama” he lies, placing a sweet kiss on the crown of your head. “We just got married-de gozaru!”.

You son of a b…

The guard looks at you both, and you pray that first he doesn’t notice Sabo hasn’t said where you two come from, but mainly because the motherfucker pronounced the damn “-de gozaru”.

“Oh, please come in! Long live our Shogun!” the policeman exclaims, and as he does, Sabo squeezes your waist in excited sign of having won the first battle. “Let’s go and spend our wedding night, my dear wife” he says, giving the guard a last look, winking an eye.

The guard, as disgusting as a man can be, winks back and makes a sound that produces nausea on you.

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL Y…” “Oi, don’t get mad at me! You should be praising me. Haven’t you seen how well I managed the guard?”

You click your tongue and look at him, up and down, because the blonde revolutionary hasn’t still let go of you. His gloved hand is still on your waist, and despite it feels like heaven you should start working… right? That’s why you two are there… right?

“Ups, hehe” he laughs, and takes off his arm around you to now fix his blue yukata so his chest gets less exposed and none of his burning marks are showing. You, bite your lips, how wonderful his warm touch feels on your skin…

Both walk through the crowd, many already drunk samurais and rowdy maids dance with one another, and some even get a little more… close.

Sabo’s eyes scan the place, in search of any clue that could help as a record for the mission. He seems a little troubled, perhaps because he saw his little brother’s wanted poster at the entrance. “He is gonna be alright, Chief” you mumble, because despite being colleagues, you’ve known Sabo for a long time now. You know he is worried because of his little brother but you also know Luffy is gonna be the pirate king, he is strong enough to win this and many other battles.

He turns around and dedicates you a soft smile, those smiles that pretend to show someone’s ok, but in reality they are just not. You sigh, and follow him, mindlessly. -As you will, always. You are deeply in love with the Chief of Staff…-

After the place was successfully scanned by you two, and no other hints or information could be gained, you were ready to come back to Kuri, where you were staying undercover -even if people from there knew you weren’t Wano residents, they were Luffy’s allies, so you were safe with them-.

You are absolutely lost in the beautiful Oiran and geishas walking through the central street in a lustful display of themselves, a parade of women being sold. But how beautiful and shiny their clothes look under the flames of celebrating torches.

“Which one do you like, (Name)? Didn’t know you were into… uhm… you know” Sabo’s sudden question -and placing of their hands over your shoulders- makes you jolt in place. “I… I don’t…” you stutter, feeling how your cheeks burn brighter than all of the fire around you. “It’s ok, I’m not judging you…” Sabo utters, squeezing your left shoulder, with a subtle sad tone on his voice.

You are mortified, now not only are you not telling him you literally have a crush on him, but he also thinks you are not into men… damn it, Sabo.

Standing there, you look at him and stay in silence, because no words are able to come out of your mouth. You are lost in the storm inside you, in that little voice that begs you to shout at him you are only into him, just for him and nobody else in this world.

“I don’t like girls, Sabo…” you state, finally gaining enough voice to speak.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ I like you…

“What about some food before coming back?” Sabo chimes, to break the tension of the moment and also because eating always cheers him up, but mainly because it helps him ease the stress. You nod, still weak because of his touch. He is to you, what kairoseki is to devil fruit users. He makes you weak. Frail.

The revolutionary spots a dango stand and goes directly towards it. “Two of them, please -de gozaru” he asks, with a joyful expression. “Not again with that, Sabo… you are gonna get us caught!” you mumble, facepalming yourself in vexation.

Just like Luffy, Sabo enjoyed and pushed his luck just to pronounce the damn “-de gozaru” expression, like a child playing ninjas and samurai.

Sabo comes back with two skewers with three little mochi balls each, all of them pink instead of the typical green, white, and pink one. “The guy told me these are special, apparently they give it to you when you just got married. The all pink ones” he says, giggling because he is evidently enjoying the little lie he created to go unnoticed around the capital.

Again, your cheeks get red. You wish that were the truth, imagining even the dress you would have worn for that wedding…

“Here” he says, offering one of the kushi to you with that sweet smirk he only has. You try to reach for it, but he playfully takes it away. “You gotta win this!” he jokes, as he rises his arm up so you aren’t able to catch it.

Sabo is taller than you, way taller, so you have to jump to take it. And even if your usual response to these jokes is always giving him the finger, you don’t do that this time. Instead, you enjoy the little play, forgetting the world around you. The music of shamisen playing, the bustle of the people, the many lights, and torches, even the bitter smell of sake. For you, it was just Sabo, his beautiful pale face garnished with that burn mark, his smile, his laugh, and the burnt caramel scent of his skin.

“Come on, jump!” “Give it to me, Chief!”

Both of you laugh, in a little bubble of happiness, enjoying for a moment a so needy ignorance for the injustices of the world. After all it is true what they say, love can fix the world…

Your geta -or wooden sandals- hit the ground several times dangerously. Your ankles are at risk and with a simple bad step you could end up with a sprained one…

Until it happened.

But hey, you reached the damn dango.

“(Name)!” Sabo shouts, catching you not to fall. You bury your face on his open chest, lips grazing his old burn scars, inhaling the scent of sweet caramel out of his skin. The pain on your ankle could be there, but you feel like you are in paradise and nothing else matters.

You look up, as you feel his arms around your waist to keep you up. Your chin on his milky sternum, looking at him with puppy eyes. “Are you ok? Does it hurt?” he asks, worried. “I… I am…” you lie. Well, not really, you were indeed more than ok into his arms.

But your foot, hell how it hurts

He gently lets go of you, so you can properly stand up, but the moment you do a sting of pain hits your ankle. “Ah fuck” you swear under your breath and squeeze your eyes. Sabo, quickly, grabs you again. “You are not ok… let me help you” he says.

You, embarrassed - but at the same time, happy to be in his arms- never expected what he decides to do next; “Aaaand, you are up!” he tells you as he lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder.

“THE HELL, SABO?” “Calm down, I am taking you to that bench right there. Don’t… auch!” he laughs, as you beg for him to put you down. “My kimono is going to open, and everybody is gonna see my ass, Sabo!!” you protest, throwing hands and hitting his back with soft fists.

“Not at all… maybe just me if you don’t stop moving” he says and places his hand just where your ass ends and your thighs begin, to hold your clothes in place.

At this point, your cheeks are not red, but burgundy colored. You try to hide the panting as your breathing becomes accelerated, and the many laughs and “aww”s from the people around makes you wanna disappear from there, right away.

When you finally get to the bench, Sabo puts you down gently. “There, let me see” he says, and crunches at your feet. The blonde takes one of his gloves off by pulling the leathery material with his teeth. “It seems you have sprained your ankle, I told you shouldn’t wear these shitty wooden flip flops” he scolds you, while his soft hand lovingly caresses the bridge of your foot.

Your lips slightly separated; you slowly blink. Your pain seems nothing, his touch is what you are feeling now. This looks like a dream. How many times you have dreamt of him touching you, of….

“Wait here, I’ll ask someone if they have ice” he says, all of the sudden and breaks the reverie you were in by the touch of his hand. “Y-yes…” you mumble, still in awe.

You watch him disappear in the crowd, even if sometimes you could see his blond wavy hair so distinctive and different from most of the people in Wano. He goes from stall to stall, asking for ice, or at least something cold.

While he does so, and the pain in your ankle subtly eases, you fix your eyes on the wall crossing the street. It is full of wanted posters, drawn in typical Wano style. Many faces appear, Luffy, Trafalgar Law, Eustass Kid, Sangoro… Zorojuro… you take your hand to your mouth, covering the upcoming giggle… "The fuck are those names, guys?"

Yet, your laughter stops all of a sudden when you spot half a smile that you for sure know well, peeking under a loosely attached paper. "That's… Ace" you whisper, looking at the ground, remembering how Sabo found out about his brother's death, and how hard it hit him.

A fluffy nuzzle appears before your eyes. "Say hello to Ramen!". A plushie of a blue dragon dances by the hand of Sabo, he has brought it to you and now your smile is so big it doesn't fit on your face.

"What?..." you ask, giggling and taking the little stuffed animal into your arms. "So, there was a stall where you could win one of them, so I asked him about ice for my "wife" and his spread ankle and he also gave me the plushie to cheer you up. I named him Ramen".

You, with almost tears in your eyes, take a look at the man you love with all your heart. "This, this is why I love you, Sabo" you think.

"Thank you so much, Chief" you mumble, because that's the only words you could pronounce right now. "Why don't you give your husband a kiss to thank him?" He asks all of a sudden, while sitting next to you. "And I'm not kidding this time…" he proceeds and closes his eyes, pouting at you.

You smile, Sabo… Sabo feels exactly like you. Yes, of course he does…

You plant a sweet kiss on his cheek, and he hugs you tight. You enjoy the warm embrace of his arms, and it feels as if he was freeing himself from something with that hug. You rest there, with your chin over his shoulder, watching as the paper that covered Ace’s wanted poster falls to the ground. And you smile, as if that was some kind of sign.

“I’ll take care of him, Ace” you smile and wink at the smiling photo of him with a typical Wano straw hat and some tall person with white hair at his side.

Sabo, softly, pushes you back just enough to be facing you now.

“I like you, (Name)” he confesses. “I like you, too… Chief”

And both melted into the sweetest of kisses, a love that burn like the torches of the Fire Festival was just starting… 🌸 ~

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[isabellehemlock]

Frost and Fjords

The Norse countries are lands of mountains and rivers, riches and danger, home to battle-hardened Vikings, intimidating volvas, stone-fisted jarls, and many more.

The Norse lands also draw Yusuf, a merchant from Tunis seeking to trade for their wealth. He travels north every year, with the goal of bringing home the greatest profit he can find.

Then his life is saved by a handsome stranger named Nicolò, who soon proves himself a kind and good friend.

And Yusuf has another goal each time he travels to the Norse lands: not falling in love with him.

You can read @ao3-arkada beautiful fic right here on AO3.

I had read this gorgeous fic during my tumblr hiatus and loved it for so many wonderful reasons:

The history nerd in me was like yassss but also as someone married to a man who is quite proud of his Scandinavian history, I just loved all the Viking stuff - the layout of the scenes, the descriptions of their daily lives, how they passed their time. Everything felt very spot on without being heavy handed, or taking away from the overall plot

The Catholic in me was just in awe of how well Nicolò’s (still practicing) faith was written without shying away from the very real, traumatic history of the Church. It is a thin line to balance between the two without potentially coming across as dismissive on either side and Arkada in my opinion did a downright impressive job

As much as it is a "Viking AU" there was also quite a bit about Yusuf’s side - his time as a merchant, and his travels to and back, and his family was such a wonderful addition to both his character and the overall fic.

As a demisexual myself I can be a mix of excited and weary at seeing the tag in a fic. Just like with any sexual orientation it can be easy to write something that is misinformed or unintentionally ignorant. Plus it is a spectrum and that can look different from person to person. But I'll admit I wish I would have known the label as a teen myself, because when it's written well, it helps me feel so seen and I am left with a wonderful, warm feeling. This fic is on my list as one of those! A beautiful examination of just one part of who Nicolò is, and wonderfully embraced by Yusuf with love and understanding ❤

So I made the two moodboards above trying to convey both their characters, but also this sort of representation of duality between who they are as people, and the world they live in. A duality that at first glance comes across as different as can be, but strip away the surface level, and you realize they have so much more in common. But I don't want to spoil anything, so please do feel free to give it a read 😊

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