#she (like me) hadn't expected the ending at all and enjoyed the twist

[readychilledwine]

Hi, I have a fic idea. So Beron has somehow found out that Eris is scheming against him but Beron just doesn't know what Eris' plan is. So the reader is basically told by Beron to get close to Eris to find out his plan. But as time passes by, Reader falls for Eris and can't bring herself to tell Eris' plan to Beron in the court room but Eris over hears the their conversation and confronts the reader. He also asks her why didnt she snitch on him so the reader tells him that she loves him too much to do that. Then reader is attacked by Beron's soldiers or you can end it however you like. If you don't wanna write it, then it's okay but just let me know what you think of it🥺.

I think this is amazing and a twist on what we normally see for this storyline idea.

Tainted Love

Warnings - torture. Beron, cliffhanger. Angst and anger. Betrayal.

"Do you want to tell me why I caught you with my father tonight or do you want me to find out on my own?"

You took a deep breath, looking to the ceiling for strength. It had already been a hard day dealing with Beron. The last thing you wanted to be doing was dealing with an angry Eris now, too.

"Can we talk about it in the morning, please? I just want to enjoy dinner."

Eris looked at you as if you had grown a second head. "Tell now, or I will let Azriel tell me why he sent me there."

You had to hold back your eye roll at the mention of the shadowsinger. Since Eris pulled you into his bargain with Rhysand, a shadow has trailed you. Following you and relaying your every move to the Inner Circle and Eris.

It was fair at first. You knew that deep down inside. You were one of Beron's more talented spies, used for situations where the males just weren't enough.

You were soft, gentle, beautiful. It was easy for people to open up to you, and that was why Beron had picked you for this over his other options.

He knew Eris was plotting and playing against him. He's known for years. He just needed to figure out how.

That was where you came in. Eris has an eye for you since the two of you were children. He had loved you since you were teens. Now, as adults, Eris was absolutely in love with you. He loved you from the soles of your feet to the soft curl of your hair and every flaw in-between.

You, having never known love or safety, had walls he'd been trying to take down the second you began approaching him on Beron's command. You have naively expected his efforts to fail, but one night as you two danced in his kitchen, you realized they hadn't.

You were helplessly in love with Eris.

And your mission had changed.

You had started giving Beron information while also exposing fae in the court Eris needed taken out.

The master of coin? You caught him steal from under Beron and Eris's noses, in a ploy of his own to wipe out the family as a whole. You watched him burned by your High Lord the second that information was tortured from him.

His second general, the one Eris hated, you turned in for hiding tithes and embezzling from his territory. He was given a traitors death, sent to the forest to become one with the trees, ripped down flesh and all by their roots.

Beron had caught on, though. Each interrogation proved each fae you turned in was not working with Eris, nor aware of his plan.

You could still feel his hand below your dress, resting in your ribcage just above your heart. He was on to you, and if you weren't smarter, you too might meet that dungeon and those trees.

Eris cleared his throat and brought you back to him. "Don't make me ask again, little fox. Please just tell me the truth."

You set everything down and stepped away from the table, ensuring there was space between you two. "Beron knows you're working against him," Eris's face dropped before schooling. "He's known for awhile."

"For how long?"

You looked up, tears starting to fall as you realized this would be the end.

The second you told him, there were no more nights in his arms. No more shared kisses. No more hushed I love yous.

But telling him put him another step ahead of Beron. You had already launched him impossibly ahead. Beron would only figure out his plan when it was too late, when Eris had already made that final move and Death reached a cool hand out to take Beron.

"Since after the war with Hybern. He found a letter from the shadowsinger in your office. He had another of his spies decode it."

Eris nodded, processing everything slowly before standing himself. "And how, y/n, do you know all of this?"

"He told me when he asked me to get close to you and figure out your plan."

The confession was a hanging. Eris stood there nodding before taking his whiskey in his hand and downing it. "So all of this wasn't real. All the nights whispering about our dreams? All the plans we made? This all meant nothing to you?"

"You mean everything to me," your voice broke. "At first, yes, I was doing my job. But I fell in love with you when I saw who you were. When I realized who you wanted to be to this Court. To our home. I never told him anything. I've been distracting him with information regarding males you wanted taken out anyways."

Eris shook his head, his own tears beginning to fall. "I don't believe you. I loved you. I fucking loved you and you did this to me? To us? Even if you were telling me the truth, how am I ever supposed to trust you now? How can I trust you to rule at my side?"

No answer came from you. You stared towards your boots in shame. "Azriel can tell you everything that was discussed. I know you all have a shadow trailing m-"

"Because Rhysand didn't fucking trust you!" Eris broke down into anger. All formality has left him as he pulled at his short hair and paced the dining room of your small home. "Rhysand did not trust you and I should have never trusted you either."

You watched as he grabbed his jacket, "I am done. Do not follow me. Do not come find me. When Beron is gone, you will leave this court or I will have you killed. Your choice."

You couldn't help but to look up, tears falling and stinging your face. "Eris, please, I love you."

He paused momentarily, resting his head on the doorway. "I wish I could believe that, y/n. I love you more than anything, I always have, and I probably always will. But you lied. You played me."

"I did my job so he wouldn't kill me," you turned away from him, having thought he of all fae would have understood.

"Maybe it would have been better off if he had." Eris left, slamming the door behind him.

The news of your breakup hit the courts quickly, too quickly for you to pack and leave.

Which is why you found yourself tied to a whipping post in Beron's private dungeon. He had sent some of his men for you, allowing them to best you before dragging your unconscious body here."Turns out your cunt isn't as powerful as you think it is, is it dear y/n?"

You didn't respond, knowing that would only make day 3 of this torture worse. "You had one job, and you failed me." You felt Beron's hand trail your back before grabbing the collar of your dress and ripping it down to bodice. "Such a shame, too. I find you absolutely exquisite. Maybe my son just has higher standards or different tastes than I do."

You didn't have time to prepare as the first lashing came, ripping your skin open and causing your mouth to fall open in shock. "How many do you think you deserve, y/n? Not only did you fail me. You also allowed him to bed you, losing all power and worth you may have thought you had to me, and what little information you did give me, while useful, never gave us an answer on my son's impeding betrayal." Another lashing had you crying out, body leaning against the pull as the cuts overlapped and merged together.

Beron ran his hand up your back again, knee digging into your spine as he pushed you into the whipping pole and put your hair up into a bun. "Do not fret, little doll. I won't leave marks where anyone besides me will be able to enjoy them if you survive."

You lost count of his strikes after 20. You couldn't even respond anymore to them. You felt Beron's chest against your back as he untied you, allowing you to fall to the ground, body too broke to hold itself up.

He left you there bleeding on the dirt, unable to move to clean the deep wounds or even take a proper breath.

The last thing you remembered seeing was a flash of wings and red hair, rushing to you as the world faded to black.

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[thesamoanqueen]

Christmas cookies

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: smut, fluff.

A/N: I wanted to try writing a one-shot for christmas since I did it last year and @mindofasagittaruis request came at the right time. Enjoy and happy holidays yall~

One boxe at a time he had managed to arrange everything, filling the huge tree base that him and Y/N had decorated together a week before. He knew she would complain, scolding him because it was too much, but Roman liked to spoil her and for that occasion he had really wanted everything.

It was their first Christmas together as a couple and he wanted it to be special. Y/N liked Christmas, was her favorite holiday, she got more excited than a little girl every time and he had promised himself and her, to do everything possible to make sure nothing was missing. They had decorated the house inside and out, planned dinners with family, started watching christmas movies, booked a weekend out fitting it between both of their schedules and Roman had tried not to plan something more to finally give voice to that impulse that was now becoming an urgency.

Admiring his work one last time, he went to the kitchen, where Y/N had decided to spend her afternoon with the most classic Christmas songs, wearing yet another hoodie stolen not too discreetly from his closet. When he crossed the door, there was no corner where she hadn't scattered a little bit of sugar, flour and sprinkles. It was a battlefield strewn with bowls, trays, and baking ingredients that smelled of vanilla, cinnamon and chocolate, the kind of chaos that warms heart and tastes like home.

- What's going on here? – he inquired with a smile and she turned to look at him, hands dirty with who knows what raised in the air, while Roman twisted his arms around her hips to swing her playfully.

- I should ask to you, what was all that chaos back there? – she asked suspiciously, giving him one of knowing looks, but he pretended not to notice, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek and peeking what she was backing.

- Don't know, Santa probably.

- I don't remember I have written a letter to him.

- So these ones are for me? – he asked, pointing the Christmas cookies placed on the marble counter.

It wasn't the kind of food she usually prepared if she decided to get into the kitchen, she was more into salty and spicy recipes, and yet there they were, lots of gingerbread men, trees and cinnamon houses waiting to be decorated.

- It's just an experiment, I wanted to make something special but then I remembered you already have me in your life so I tried with simple things… guess they're not so simple – she reflected pouting, moving a couple of those who she had already tried to decorate.

The shapes were flawless, but icings had mixed together, dripping around and ruining the designs she'd tried to make. Not the kind of result expected from her being a perfectionist and Roman found himself smiling as he watched her look them one by one with her still dirty fingers, until he reached out to take a snowman. It was supposed to be white with a carrot-nose and a scarf he knew it, but the little one didn't have a very happy expression, a bit like her, at least until he swallowed it.

-They taste good – he approved, feeling the aftertaste of spices warming his mouth and he reached out to take another one.

Amazed, Y/N watched him chew the second too, face lighting up, smile emerging again on her soft lips, as she cleaned him from a crumb ended on his beard.

- Really? I should bake them for Santa so. To thanks him for all those gifts no one asked for I guess, what do you say? – she joked, tilting her head.

-I say he can have them, if I can have the chef – he left a kiss on her lips this time, mixing the flavor of Christmas cookies with her own.

He felt her soften without a single thought into his arms, flattening herself almost completely against his chest, clinging to his neck as best she could while avoiding dirtying him with icing and chocolate.

-You taste like cookies – he heard her soft laughing, between one kiss and another, making him groan.

- Yes?

- … uh-huh

He couldn't resist those whispers, even if they were playing, to see her hopelessly happy if they were together. Stealing kiss after kiss, he pulled her onto his body, forcing her legs to wrap around his hips as he placed her on the only empty corner of the kitchen counter. With her warm laughter in his ears, he slid his hands up her soft thighs, climbing higher, until he felt the full texture of that glorious ass, as he stopped kissing her to taste then her neck. By heart, he sucked that point just beyond her collarbone that caused her to shiver, immediately feeling her cling better, squeeze with her laughter which slowly became moans, forgetting about her hands dirty to hug him.

- I hadn’t finished though – she complained, her body seeming to melt like icing from his attentions and Roman slid his hands past her sweatshirt, touching that soft good smelling skin.

- I want my dessert – he demanded seriously and felt her scratching the back of his neck with red nails, drawing a dangerous growl from him that vibrated through the whole kitchen.

Without taking his lips away from her, savoring the inside of her mouth and the soft skin above her breasts, he stripped her of those extra clothes, her hands doing the same to his pants, leaving traces everywhere and making both of them as dirty as the rest. Slowly, Roman took his time to mark her, enjoy everything of that moment, ignoring his already awake boner demanding attention, to dedicate himself to something better, hidden between those infinite legs that refused to leave him. When his long fingers found her, Roman couldn't resist the temptation, dipping a finger into the heat of her perfectly wet pussy to explore the soft, welcoming walls where he wanted to sink until he completely lost himself. Y/N in front of him tightened his grip on his neck, gasping into his arms, gaze fascinated and full of lust as she watched him bring the hand up to lick clean his fingers.

- This one is just for me – he reminded her, feeling her cling to his wrist to place a kiss on the bottom lip, tasting herself too before sliding down with the back to give him all the room he demanded.

Satisfied, Roman helped her lift her thighs, making his way between them, to finally dip himself in that perfect sweet meal, nose sliding between her folds tracing the path before his fat tongue. He took a taste, slow, just with the tip, feeling Y/N's body tremble for attentions and stopped to suck high on that adorable button that made her tremble. Breaths soon became brazen moans and more volume increased, more insistent, hungry Roman became. It was so sweet down there, a bit like that icing with which she had covered cookies but not cloying, it was a flavor that he could no longer live without and that he always tried to milk away, until it dripped down onto his beard, making his mouth salivating. First her button, then that hot entrance and soft walls, puffy, full skin of the lips he loved to kiss as much as the ones up there, running his tongue flat between her, fucking that cave without mercy. Insistently he kept her pressed against his face, choking himself, maneuvering her for more, slow but commanding until Y/N began to delight him with her adorable cries, her back arched and hands trying to grab him for support.

Something next to them fell due to her jerky movements, one of the trays and Roman saw her turn her with a blank look, ending up stretching out his arm, putting the tray and bowl of icing into their place. Y/N smiled, thanking him with a glance and he placed a kiss with devotion on her pussy, his pussy, Roman’s eyes getting darker as he saw Y/N biting her lip as eager as he was at the sight of him now dirty with icing.

- Did you find something for your dessert? – he heard her ask with lust, legs pulling him closer and he grinned.

- I like it with cream on top – he reflected thoughtfully, letting some of the icing on his hand drip between her folds.

He saw her entrance tighten around nothing at the feeling, bewitching and nasty as only Y/N could be with him, only when they were together. Her, who always tried to leave nothing to chance, who controlled every little detail, perfect, impeccable, became something else with him in those moments, stooping to try anything without complaints. She was a dangerous gift, a challenge he had never found in anyone else and that would have brought him to his knees if only she had asked, a power game in which they both had the same hand but used it with complicity.

He ran his fingers between her folds, listening to her mewl, seeing Y/N hold her breath when one of his long fingers slipped some icing inside, mixing it with her juices and the saliva he had already left.

- Ahn… feels so cold mmh – she begged with those eyes that had bewitched him, pushing him to turn his hand, sink a little more to find that welcoming spot that made her cry in absolute bliss.

-Im gonna fill you up – he announced and Y/N squirmed on the counter, between spilled icing and broken cookies, without stopping being finger fucked, because she knew it wasn't with any of those ingredients that Roman wanted to do keep his promise.

Pumping into her opening, he reached down to taste her again, this time licking away the frosting he had spilled, tongue running slowly and hungrily over every inch of her soft, sensitive caramel skin. He sucked on her swollen button, the taste of her body mixing with vanilla, the sweetness of her honey hitting Roman’s mouth along with icing. A beautiful, soggy mess echoing inside his ears, a primal call that made him hungrier and hungrier as his wide mouth tried to devour her alive, kissing and licking her clean.

He loved the choking noise that came from her throat every time his lips sucked one or both of hers down there, the pop wet flesh, nose that ran through her pussy like a credit card ready to be emptied. It was the kind of pussy that had any man tied around a finger, one he would do anything for and it led to devotion, Roman was obsessed with her and looking back he really didn't know how to managed to live without, but it wasn't just that. It was all of her, it was Y/N. She had dangerously become his world even before sharing a house or Christmas together, and it was in unexpected moments like this one that reminded him of it, waking up in the depths of his stomach, inside his head, an impulse that didn't exist even in a ring, with adrenaline running into his veins, cheered by thousands of people. The need with which he had chased her for an entire year, in hotels, arenas and offices, around the country and even beyond the borders, day and night, that grip on lungs of a drowning man.

He kissed her legs, feeling her hands pulling a few locks, knees trembling as she felt him bury himself between those folds, widening that glistening opening with fingers, inserting his tongue to clean her like a mad man until he elicited a scream. Her walls tried to close, to squeeze him, as they would have done with his hard cock and Roman found himself moving his hips aimlessly, seeking relief and refusing to abandon his meal before having reduced her to tears.

He fucked her with his fat tongue, flat and strong, pounding deep into her softness, feeding on that true addicting sweetness, widening his mouth to take in as much as possible, dirtying his beard.

- Plea-aase! R-Ro, Ro! Ah! - he felt her tremble, body struggling on the marble counter, held in his arms in that unnatural pose which Y/N did not refuse to submit to anyway, just to keep her legs on his shoulders to give him everything he wanted.

He knew she was at her limit, but he refused to slow down, craving more, that impulse in his chest that was growing until he felt like was going to explode and pushed him to be savage. He ran his fingers over her button, squeezing it between his fingers to help her and as he licked her again, his tongue flat against the hot opening, Y/N exploded with a silent cry, eyes closed, breath broken. The taste of her was intoxicating, addictive and Roman stood there, as close as possible, accompanying her as she reached her peak, cleansing with dedication. With his eyes fixed on her face, he held her back until her muscles regained some strength, trailing kisses down her flat belly, up her legs, massaging Y/N with his fingers where she still throbbed and only when her shaking hands found him, along with those beautiful eyes, he stood up again.

- I could spend all my life between your legs, babygirl – he admitted menacingly, getting rid of his track that she had already undone and with her breathing still rapid, Y/N invited him, tightening her legs around his hips at the sight of his erection slapping her already swollen center.

- Do what you want, ain't complainin'ahn!-

Sinking until he lost himself, he pulled her to the edge of the counter, fitting into her and giving a long, deep stroke, savoring her warmth and that feeling of constriction, in which she stuck him every time, without giving her time to think again. Oh, he meant to. He really meant it and the thought of her indulging him went to his head enough to push him to speed up without restraint, the slimy sound of their bodies colliding now audible even among the Christmas songs. Head down, holding her open thighs, he watched her honey stain him a little more each time he thrust in, her caramel-colored mountain swelling as his flesh went deeper.

-Mmh… you're so hard – Y/N cried in a soft moan, one hand clinging to his forearm and the other to the counter edge now sticky from the icing and her pleasure.

- I can feel you squeeze around me babe, grab that dick, thats right, let daddy enjoy his pussy, y-yes – he spoke dirty, feeling and seeing her walls sucking him in, abs tense.

- Ooh shit Ro-

More her moans became louder more his hips accelerated, in Roman mind the full intention of wreck her just for himself, drilling in that spot that made her mouth open wide, taking the breath out of her lungs, making eyes close, her belly full. There was just her begging, that gorgeous luscious body of her tense and sweaty, his breath heavy, that fire running up to his mind clouded by the vision of Y/N suffering with pleasure his assault, the hammering of his hard cock. It was an asphyxiating pleasure, a hot and inexorable vice that pulsated around Roman meat, squeezing his flesh and inviting him to go deeper, until he slammed as far as possible to reach complete collapse.

- F-fu-ah! Ah! – he felt her tremble, writhe in spasms and pinned her down, fingers digging into her hips, anchoring her to that place.

- That's it, ah, beg sweetheart, yes, gimme your mess

- pl-leeah! Please!

Groaning, hyping her and himself, Roman pulled one of her legs up higher, slapping a hand into her thigh and Y/N screamed, her head sprawling from side to side, eyes closed and back arching for that new inclination. From there, he could see her moist pearl, the whitish excitement leaking out, dripping onto the marble and down, that wonderful ring that ignited the worst thoughts in him. He felt her walls tighten with more and more insistence, nails digging into his flesh and his belly on fire, while without any warning, already tormented by his attacks, Y/N once again fell apart with a strangled moan.

And so, Roman began to fuck her without mercy, growling, giving vent to every ounce of need in his body and mind, cock sliding deeper and deeper, his hot head pounding inside that sweet cave, taking advantage of her climax and streached walls. Losing all composure, losing himself in a sensation that only Y/N could give him, Roman felt shivers run down his sweaty neck and pumped until muscles burned from the physical effort, once again exceeding the limit, hitting the kitchen counter with his knees.

- Feels so good babygirl, mmmh, so good… - he moaned, while she was still panting and throbbing under him, holding on where she could, letting him go – I'm 'bout to come, lemme fill you up, I need it, I… need… it-ah!

Everything around him seemed to go silent for long minutes, only Y/N and her whispers were still there, her soft eyes that never lost sight of him, full of what he wished was love, that tired smile that widened into a perfect "o", while Roman pressed her against him, letting the fire that had burned him slide into her canal, making his nuts dry and cock throbbing. In an animalistic growl he froze inside her, emptying himself with mind suddenly white, feeling her hands pull him down, making his head rest against her breast. Silently, he gave two final, drunken thrusts to make sure there was nothing left with Y/N trying to push his hair back and leaving heated kisses on his temples. Clinging to her, he waited in that position to catch breath, music slowly starting to make sense again.

- I guess I'll have to start from the beginning... - Y/N complained with an amused breath after a while and Roman looked up, observing the mess they had created and then her, who was distractedly tasting some of the icing that had fallen on the counter.

- Need help? – he asked seriously, very seriously and Y/N stopped with a finger still on her lips, a smile growing like something else in him, once again.

A year earlier he had done everything possible to convince her to stay during holidays. Now that she was finally here, now that they were together and with no one and nothing chasing them, he was going to make the most of every second. Santa had his North Pole and later he would have his cookies, but on the Island of Relevancy was him who dictated times.

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART TWO.

Read part 1 here.

Read part 3 here

Gojo Satoru x Fem! reader.

a/n: I hope you enjoy this part, in the next parts things will get more exciting and heated so stay updated..

warnings: At some point this story will contain SMUT parts.

words count: 1127.

You awoke to a pounding headache, your phone ringing none stop. You had trouble sleeping at night, the house was spacious and it felt really cold and empty.

"Shit, it's already 10 am," you muttered upon realizing the time.

Picking up the phone, you anticipated the caller is your nosy cousin.

"Morning," you greeted, met with her enthusiastic response. "Everything okay? Why'd you call?"

"Come on, spill! Did the curse break?" she asked.

With a sigh, you knew this was none of her fucking business.

"No. You know it takes time, right? It's gradual."

"Ah, how was it, then?" she inquired.

"How was what?" you raised an eyebrow, already prepared for her persistent questioning.

“Having sex with the famous Gojo Satoru?”

Your eyes widened, and your heart raced. Should you lie? He didn't touch you he hadn't even stayed the night.

"G-good," you lied, "Gotta go now," you added, ending the call with a flush on your face.

You'd always fantasized about your first time, picturing a softly lit bedroom, under the touch of your lover, while making love passionately. But, all those dreams shattered the moment you married Satoru. Neither of you had any intention in touching each other.

You stretched out of bed to prepare breakfast "Am I gonna live like this forever?”

•At Jujutsu High•

"Oh, Gojo-sensei! What brings you here?" asked Yuji.

"Huh? Teaching!" Gojo replied, putting his blindfold on.

"But you just got married," Yuji remarked.

Gojo patted Yuji's head and smiled, "Then who's going to teach my precious students if I'm not here?"

"Oh, about that, Principal Yaga said Mei Mei and Utahime-sensei will handle it."

"Hah? No!"

"Bothered, Gojo Satoru?" Mei Mei said in a seductive tone as she approached.

"Shouldn't you be next to your wife? Snuggling?" she teased.

"And let you teach my students? Oh no."

"Utahime, you're here! See, Gojo left his wife all alone in bed just to teach."

"I give it to you, Gojo. You're committed to teaching," joked Utahime.

"Satoru," said Principal Yaga, appearing in the classroom.

"Been on the phone with your wife," he added.

"Huh, why?" questioned Satoru.

"Well, you're a married couple, and teaching will consume all your time. So, she'll start teaching here as well, and both of you can spend time together," he explained.

Satoru froze but maintained a blank, poker face.

"She doesn't even have cursed energy. What do you expect her to teach? Rocket science?"

“Huh he doesn't want his wife here?” whispered Utahime.

“I mean you know both of them were forced into this, bet he didn't even fuck her” said Mei Mei in her usual amused tone.

"I know, but she's skilled in martial arts and weapon use. She'll excel at training your students."

"Did she accept your offer?" Satoru asked through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, she was happy about it. She said she'll be here in an hour."

“So should be we leave, since Gojo is here?” Asked Utahime.

“Leave? hah we've come all the way just to leave” Replied Mei Mei “also it's a great opportunity to meet your wife, Gojo.. and celebrate”

“Celebrate?” asked Megumi.

“Yeah your step mom will start working here, she deserves a good welcoming”

“Quite that Mei Mei, dont make a buzz out of it” said Gojo in an annoyed tone.

“come on, Gojo.. Don't spoil the fun.. don't you think your lovely wife is deserving of a celebration ”

• Time Skip •

Y/n's Pov

It was my first time at Jujutsu High, unlike my siblings, cousins, and now husband. I've always been at home, locked away because my family feared that curses might harm me and I won't be able to defend myself. So, I trained at home, learning martial arts and weapon use as my only means of self-defense.

Now, stepping in as a teacher, life indeed full of surprises.

End Of Pov

As you walked inside, someone snatched you into an empty corner.

"What the hell do you think you're doing y/n?" asked Gojo, placing his giant hand on your mouth.

You pushed it away, frowning "Huh?" you raised an eyebrow.

"You'll go to Principal Yaga now, apologize, and tell him that you changed your mind and rejected his offer."

"And who do you think you are to order me around?" you fought back.

"You have no business here, y/n. You're making this more complicated for both of us."

"So, you expect me to be locked in your house forever? Sleeping, eating, and looking out the window?"

"Yes, but not forever, its until you get rid of that curse, and then we'll divorce."

"You're insane. Get out of my way," you said, walking past him but he grabbed your forearm, pulling you closer, his face a few inches away from yours, you could feel his hot breath.

"You're making a mistake."

"Don't worry. I'm here to teach, not to chased after you" you spat back, freeing yourself and leaving him standing there.

....

..

“SURPRISE” everyone screamed their lungs out the moment you stepped into the school's common room.

New faces, you only recognized Principal Yaga's face since he was invited to your wedding.

“Hello y/n sensei!! I'm Itadori Yuji, This is Fushiguro and this is Kugisaki.. we'll be your students” he said in a cheerful tone, giving you a genuine contagious smile.

You smile back, “nice to meet you Itadori-kun” .

“Y/N” started Mei Mei “Congrats for this post, and congrats for your wedding as well” she smiled giving you a hug.

“we heard a lot about you” added Utahime hugging you as well.

Gojo finally joined you, silently leaning against the door frame, observing as you interacted with his students and collegues.

“GOJO!! this beauty deserves a honey moon, can't believe you. You know teaching can wait” Mocked Mei Mei trying to embarrass you.

“Yeah true, newly wed couples should have other things to do instead of teaching” Teased Utahime, trying to offend both of you.

As he began to speak, you cut him off, "Nah, don't worry about us. We already talked and decided to postpone our honeymoon," you said, smiling, fully aware of their intentions.

Gojo approached, wrapping his strong arms around you. "Yeah, y/n and I did talk things out," he stated, leaning in to whisper in your ear, "I'll let this slip once. Don't get comfortable, acting like a real wife."

"You're the one clinging to me right now by the way" you retorted, prompting him to move away.

"Do you see that, Utahime? Not even a spark of love or respect between them," she smirked.

Gojo's Pov

Is that so, y/n? Trying to embarrass me and act like a real wife now. I'll need to put you in your place, and I think Utahime and Mei Mei might be useful this time...another woman will definitely push you away.

End of Pov

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[child-of-the-nights]

hello! could u maybe write something for elrond where he gets injured saving reader and she shuts off and starts avoiding him because it made her realize she loves him and she panicked? maybe she's a widow like him too? if not thank you anyway <33

I love Elrond so much so of course! Have fun reading!

Warnings: injury, near death experience, battle (so expect killing as well), angst (with happy ending) -> nothing graphic tho

A/N: the reader is an elven woman in this oneshot but let me know if you would like something else ^^

word count: 1676 words

Elrond x Fem! Elf! Reader: Elrond gets injured and Reader avoids him

Although Elrond never enjoyed putting his people's lives in danger, he would never refuse to assist those in need if requested. That is how he ended up in the middle of a bloody battlefield where armor, weapons, and bodies were being flung around like nothing. He was skilled enough in combat to protect himself from the enemy's blades, though. No matter how many orcs tried to attack him, he easily defeated them.

The battle raged on, the sound of blades deafening those involved. Arrows sped through the air and soon struck their victim, whose cries were barely audible. The elves fought with unmatched skill and grace, and Elrond slowly led them to victory. By that time, the orcs were outnumbered, and the elven Lord had some time to look around and aid his kin.

Amidst the chaos, Elrond caught sight of you, a brave and spirited elven woman, fighting alongside your people. You were as competent as anyone on the battlefield, but it so happened that you became trapped, surrounded by enemies, with no way out. Elrond jumped into action and moved swiftly to get to you without even pausing for a second. His blades cut through your foes before they could strike you down. Once they were all dead, he took a glance at you, trying to check if you were hurt but before he could proceed, an awful strike hit Elrond. He stumbled back, clutching his side, his face twisted in pain. The sight of his injury sent a shiver of terror through you.

"Baw (No)!" you yelled as you circled around Elrond to slay the orc. Your opponent died because he couldn't get his sword out of the elf's body in time.

Even though you wished to help Elrond, you were unable to do so since your foes spotted the opportunity and approached him. He fought bravely despite having a serious wound, albeit his posture wasn't as steady as before. You held your ground and defeated as many orcs as you could before the enemy decided to retreat.

When it was safe to do so, Elrond fell to his knees and groaned in pain. You rushed to his side and helped him to find a comfortable position. Shouts could be heard from afar, but you couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

"Everything will be fine." with great effort, Elrond reassured you, his voice strained but filled with determination. "Mae carnen. (You did well)."

You tried saying something, but words simply didn't come out of your mouth. Some fellow elves came to their Lord's aid as you stumbled back to give them space. It only dawned on you just now that if you hadn't found yourself in this situation, Elrond wouldn't have been injured. Everything after the battle happened so fast, the elven Lord got safely brought back to Rivendell, where the healer's immediately began to work, while the rest of the elves slowly traveled back.

It didn't feel real to be traveling back to your home. It was almost as if you were seeing with your eyes but your head was blank. Seeing Elrond on the ground had left your face pale. Everything that had happened felt too familiar. It seemed like the day's happenings were right out of your nightmares—the nightmares about losing your beloved spouse. You started crying as you thought back to that terrible day. After they passed away, Elrond was the one who helped you recover because he knew how painful it was to lose a loved one—possibly the most precious of them all. Elrond was the one who took the time to help you heal by lending you his wisdom.

Your sobbing became more intense with each thought. You had come to a realisation as you reflected on the time you spent together, the comfort his presence provided you, and the coldness the separation brought you. You suddenly realized what you had been experiencing while around him. It was love. You considered yourself dumb for only realizing that at the last second, just as you might lose him. And you were genuinely horrified by that.

Weeks passed as Elrond received treatment for his wounds in the security of Rivendell. When you learned of his recovery, you felt both relief and anxiety at the same time. Overwhelmed by the weight of your emotions, you withdrew, avoiding Elrond's presence, afraid of what your feelings meant and the vulnerability that accompanied it. But, Elrond being Elrond, you knew he had noticed it. Since you two were close, visiting him while he was recovering would have made sense. And yet, since the battle, he had not seen you. You ached to be by his side, to console and comfort him, but you were unable to.

As Elrond slowly regained his strength, he sought out your presence. Every time Lindir came by to let you know that Lord Elrond had asked for your presence in the gardens, you would come up with an excuse not to go. You avoided him at every turn, anxiously waiting for him to pass through the corridor. You could see how his gaze searched for you in the halls, but you were nowhere to be found. Elrond became very concerned and yearned to know why you had been avoiding him. It was unlike you to act like this.

Determined to understand the cause of your withdrawal, he sought you out, finding you in the quiet solace of Rivendell's library. You had been reading a book, trying to take your mind off of the elven Lord. That was until a gentle tap on your shoulder turned your attention away from the book. Your stomach dropped as you realised who had disturbed you. He took a seat beside you, without asking you first.

"What are you reading, exactly?" Elrond asked with curiosity.

Suddenly forgetting what you were reading, you looked down to view the cover. "Oh, I just grabbed something off the shelves." You tried to avoid making eye contact as you shook your head.

Elrond grew silent, noticing how even now, you tried to run away from him. It broke his heart that you grew to resent him so. If he had to be honest, Elrond fell for you a long time ago. He never really showed it but he longed for someone who could understand his pain. And then you appeared at his doorstep, asking for support after the death of your spouse. At first he just looked at you as a friend, but those feelings soon grew. If you hadn't expressed your disinterest in dating, he would've said something sooner. But being the gentleman that he is, he respected your bounderies and tried to move on. The problem was that he couldn't.

"Please, mellon nîn (my friend)," he began softly, his voice carrying a mix of concern and vulnerability, "help me understand. Why do you avoid me so? What has come between our friendship?"

Those words stung. You sighed, unable to give him a straight up answer. But you knew Elrond valued honesty so you gathered all your strenght and looked him in the eyes. "I cannot express it, Elrond, for I fear if I do, history will repeat itself."

Elrond looked deep in thought, carefully deciding his next sentence. "I'm not quite sure I follow." he admitted.

You looked away, trying to hide your pained expression. "The battlefield, brannon nîn (my lord). It was my fault."

"It hardly was." he shook his head, slowly sliding closer to you. When you had not moved away, he reached out to grab your hand.

"You nearly lost your life, Elrond!" you yelled. "If that blade was aimed just a bit higher, you would've dropped dead! And it would've been because of me! Because I was incompetent enough, to let myself get trapped!"

"Please, do not think of yourself this way." his pained voice could be barely heard. Elrond's eyes widened in shock at what you were saying. He in no way had blamed you for his injury. "Any of us could've been in your situation. You fought well, you came to my aid when I needed it. Why do you put yourself down?"

"I just..." you sighed. "I can't lose you too, Elrond."

His grip on your hands became firmer. "Is this the reason for your withdrawal?"

You hesitated for a second, then nodded. Although it was difficult, there was a part of you that wanted him to be aware of your worries. No matter how hard you tried to turn it off, that self-indulgent part of you wanted to be comforted by him. "My feelings, they terrify me. It's as if acknowledging them would make my fears come true. After I lost... them, I didn't want to put myself through the pain of loving someone but on the battlefield I had realised that I had already broken that promise. You matter so much to me that I cannot even express it with words. I have fallen in love with you, Elrond. And it scared me."

Elrond took each of your words in carefully. He pondered on them for some time before giving you a nod. Elrond's gaze softened as his hand reached out to gently cup your face. "I understand your fear. Loss leaves deep scars upon our hearts. But shutting ourselves off from love only denies us the chance to heal. I, too, have felt the sting of loss, the ache of a heart once broken. Yet, here we stand, with an opportunity to experience something quite beautiful together."

His words shocked you. "You feel the same way?"

"Chin gelair chîn orthernir guren (Your radiant eyes conquered my heart)." Elrond smiled at you.

Finally, when he whispered those words, you felt the warmth of his presence spread throughout your body. Elrond welcomed your hug as you threw yourself into his arms. Although your worries have not vanished, it helped a lot to know that someone was by your side.

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love maze, s.jy.

chapter two pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: tbd (series)

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genre: college!au, mutual friends, fake dating, smut.

synopsis: an unfortunate encounter, drunken mistakes, and a sort of (definitely) stalker leads jake sim ‘dating’ his best friend’s childhood crush.

or, your life gets intertwined with a rich boy’s in attempt to not get sued by his crazy personal fangirl and like with all good cliches, sex overcomplicates things.

contents: smut, sort of strangers to fuck buddies to lovers pipeline, childhood best friend!jay, mentions of best friend! yunjin, curly haired & mixed reader, uni!au, rich nepo baby!jake, enha frat boys, lots of kissing, fake dating turning into fwb real quick, totally way too into it for it to be fake early on, big booty reader that’s jake’s obsessed with, partying and alcohol use, slight violence, he fell first and harder trope, stem bf & writer gf, (kinda overly) possessive jake, some angst to spice things up, daddy issues, hyper independent reader who struggles with her feelings, fluff and happy ending!!

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CHAPTER TWO: INTOXICATING

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word count: 1.9k

warnings: alcohol, partying, mentions of yeonjun for funzies, jake thinking with his dick even after what just happened so sort of questionable???

a/n: bare with me i’m trying to build the plot a little bit

YOU DIDN’T KNOW how you ended up back at the frat house. Truly, the party was in full swing and after dealing with the encounter that you did, it would've made the most sense to go home and cry it all out, maybe eat some ice cream for dinner and watch a few romcoms. But that wasn't the case due to Yunjin sending you a text saying how she wouldn't be coming home for the night, the date seemingly going well and you didn't have it in you to ruin her night by telling her of yours.

Thus, uncomfortable with being left alone, you opted to go the other route and surround yourself with as many people as possible. Though, the boys hadn't wandered far, keeping you in sight at all times and Jay particularly staying by your side no matter how many times you told him to still enjoy himself knowing how much of a social butterfly he was a majority of the time. Your work uniform was disregarded in his room, changed into a spare pair of flare jeans and lacy top to fit in with the party, courtesy of the few clubbing nights you went to with him and ended up spending the night, leaving your clothes in his dirty laundry after stealing large hoodies and sweats.

All bad things could be washed away with alcohol, or so they said. Thus, you were on your fourth round of shots in the last 30 minutes with a random group who made their way in the kitchen, never one to have been a lightweight but typically better at timing your drinking. Jay was growing particularly antsy by your actions, knowing you were acting out of the need to forget but he didn't want to let you drink irresponsibly.

"Why don't you slow down a bit, yeah teeny?" Jay asks, leaned close to your ear for you to hear over the loud blaring of music. Attempting to take away the can of Twisted Tea, something you typically hated by the taste but tonight didn't seem to care, while you pull it back with a pointed look.

"I'm fine," You emphasize, words clear and steady, the alcohol not hitting you yet much to your relief. Glancing around, you make eye contact with the umpteenth girl who had been shooting daggers your way for keeping Jay occupied thus far. "If you don't go away I'm gonna end up getting jumped tonight by your fangirls," You add with a small snort.

Jay followed your gaze, turning to the girl who's face morphed from a glare into a sickenly sweet smile as she waved at him with a bite of her lip, attempting to be seductive but he merely snorts at the gesture. "Pretty sure she got chlamydia from a dude in the drama department,"

You scrunched up your nose, finding the information one you didn't need to know. "At least you know better than to fuck anyone that offers," Taking a long sip of your drink once more, the slight burn in your throat becoming easier to bare. "Alright, I'm gonna go dance. You go do anything else,"Jay shakes his head almost immediately causing you to send him a bored look. "I'm fine dude, honest. You need to stop worrying so much. Nothing actually happened,"

"You're not in the right headspace," He protests but you let out a small snort.

"Jesus, dude, you act like an overprotective brother,"

"I am!" Jay defends while you shake your head.

"We're not even related!" You shoot back but his jaw drops in offense.

"We were born a week apart, our moms have been friends since high school. We're basically twins, I know you better than yourself," He lists off, deeply concerned by the way you were disregarding your twins in another life theory that your families always joked of since you were young.

"I'm definitely not your twin, you know why?" You start, standing up from the kitchen island with a small smirk playing at your lips. Your head began to feel fuzzy, the start of your buzz coming and the tension from earlier leaving you slowly but surely. "I'm hotter," You finish, a cocky look playing at your features while Jay rolls his eyes.

"Right, and which one of us gets laid?"

"Hey!" You hiss, waggling a finger in his direction. "I don't hook up by choice. Y'all are nasty,"

"And because you're a hermit who doesn't see the light of day," He snickers causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

Decidedly having enough of the banter, you merely spin on the heels of your feet. "Bye Jay!" You call over your shoulder making your way toward the living room which was lively and loud, body's meshed together and dancing to whatever song that was blaring through the speakers that sounded through the house.

Jay let out a sigh of defeat, pulling out his phone to do a headcount of where everyone was. Thankfully, Heeseung and Jake were in the general area you were, him asking them to keep an eye on you for the time being and getting a thumbs up in response.

Heeseung was on the dance floor, a random girl he never met before tonight swaying herself pressed up against his hips. He looked lively, a few more shots in and just wanting to mess around for the time being. You spotted the tall boy momentarily in the jumble of people who nodded over to you ensuring that you were okay, a nod you returned reassuring him and he took it as enough to go back to his business.

Meanwhile, Jake was on the sidelines, leaned up against the wall as he spotted you the moment you walked over. Far too caught up with the events from earlier, he found it hard to enjoy himself, feeling partially sorry for you but also having an unpleasant pit in his stomach, not necessarily angry but he couldn't exactly pinpoint it.

He continued to sip at the cup of punch Jungwon had conducted up, only drinking it due to how excited the younger boy was of his creation but it was entirely too strong for anyone to stomach more than one cup.

His eyes continued to glance over you, taking in each of your curves that was showed off by the tightness of your jeans. They hugged your ass in the right places, emphasizing the perky shape before beginning to flare out from the knee down. The lacy black top was cropped, showing a good portion of your stomach due to the mid rise of your pants, the deep v-plunge neckline providing more to the imagination in seeing your breast that were pushed up with your bra. The shiny gleam that came off of your naval piercing catching Jake by surprise, having to do a double take to ensure he was seeing things correctly.

You were attractive, that was obvious enough. Although slightly shameful, he couldn't help but rake his eyes over you, thoughts filling his head imagining what it would be like to have you under him, staring up with that daze-y doe eyed look that would make him bend to of any of your desires.

But there was a problem with that. He wasn't the only one with eyes, able to see you and the way you swayed your body to the music, your tiny waist and full thighs that he wanted to die between if so lucky. Jake took note of the few guys who's glances began to wander toward you, even ones who had already claimed their fuck buddies for the night and danced alongside them all while drooling at you who danced by yourself.

He watched as a familiar face make his way toward you. Choi Yeonjun, cool dude to be friends with, horrible guy to date. His reputation preceded him in more ways than one, notorious for stringing girls along week by week and the worst part was they knew of his doings. It was embarrassing how they fought to be his newest toy for the day, a sort of achievement to the girls he's strung along to say they've ticked hooking up with Yeonjun off their list.

Yeah, not happening. Jake didn't know if it was due to him still feeling protective due to you unintentionally calling him for help, or rather the more sinful thoughts that passed through his head moments ago and not wanting to sit and watch you to become a new trophy to a guy like Choi Yeonjun.

Picking himself up from where he was leaned back, Jake took a large swig of his now lukewarm concoction of liquors. Weaving his way through the crowd, he pushes his way to you just as Yeonjun stops in front of your view.

Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, Jake leans close to your ear. "Go along with it," He whispers, catching you by surprise as you were previously engrossed by the music in your own little world, unaware that two of the most lusted over guys at the party were having a silent debate over you at the moment.

Feeling the alcohol now coursing through your bloodstream, you obliged by Jake's words. Continuing on without a word of protest, though you did take the red solo cup from his hand and took a sip from it as you adapted to dancing with him now. Scrunching up your nose upon the drink hitting your tongue, you look at Jake with an incredulous look of disgust in his beverage choices causing him to laugh.

"Jungwon made it," He explains with a small shrug, leaning dangerously close to your face as his breath lightly fanned against your lips. Peering over your shoulder, a small smirk plays at his features seeing as Yeonjun had disappeared from your sight, decidedly giving up on any sort of chance he was attempting to have with you for the night.

"It sucks," You respond back and yet still take another sip, this time longer as you quickly swallow it without time for it to settle on your tongue. Jake's smile turns into one of amusement, watching as you handled the alcohol as if it were nothing before you placed the cup back in his hold. "You either dance with me or go away, your pissing contest with that dude is over now,"

Jake raised a brow. "Pissing contest?"

"You know, marking territory that's not yours," You shoot back, a bored look sent to him as he sheepishly shrugs. "I don't need you being protective like Jay. For one, we barely know each other and two, I'm not that much of an idiot to hook up with Choi Yeonjun no matter how badly I need to get laid. So you either shut up and dance with me or you go away,"

Already rather blunt as it was, the second you got alcohol in your system you tended to be more unfiltered than necessary. Jake finds amusement in your confession but your eyes seem so certain. Though the slight gleam in them as you looked up caused his stomach to do a flip, one that caused him to not think clearly.

Jake didn't respond, instead his arm slips down from your shoulders down to your waist, snaking around and encasing your body against his own. A small smile perks at your lips, sighing blissfully at his lack of commentary and rather allowing you to do as pleased.

"Good choice," You mumble out, breath fanning against his neck as your arms lazily drape from his neck, brining your bodies dangerously close to one another though neither of you minded.

After all, having a little fun with a hot guy never hurt anyone, right?

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The Bet 

Alec x Fem!Reader

Summary: You use a very naughty word in an attempt to seduce Alec into kissing you. Will it work? 

Warnings: 

Bad words (obviously) 

Slightly NSFW 18+ 

Word Count: 900+ 

Requested?: Yes! I hope you enjoy nonny! 

A/N: I'm sorry this is so late! It took me a while to figure out how I wanted to go about this. 

"Alec, darling." I wrapped my arms around his torso. 

"What is it, amore?" He paused in his typing, looking back at me over his shoulder.  

"I'm bored." 

Alec gave an uncharacteristic snort and put his phone away before pulling away to face me, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. 

"And just what do you expect me to do about that?" 

"Entertain me for a bit?" 

His eyes darkened and a smirk worked its way onto his lips. 

"Not like that, you pervert!" 

"Oh?" 

"No!"  

My cheeks began to redden, thinking of all the naughty things he was implying with just a look. He put his hands in his pockets, leaning forward seductively. 

"Perhaps I can change your mind." He whispered. 

"Now that's just playing dirty." I narrowed my eyes at him, crossing my arms across my chest to hide my suddenly hard nipples. 

"If it lets me have my way, I'll play as dirty as you like." 

"What if I want to have my way for once?" I quirked an eyebrow at him. 

His smirk twisted into something terrifyingly sexy. 

"And what makes you think I would do that?" 

"Because you love me." I pouted. 

Alec was suddenly laughing, and I wanted to smack him. The only thing holding me back was the possibility of breaking my hand. He sobered up after a minute and ran a thumb across my cheek. 

"I do, indeed, love you, mio cara." He shook his head. "But I have something that I think should prove more interesting." 

"And what is that?" 

"How about a bet?" 

I eyed him suspiciously. "What kind of bet?" 

"The kind where I win, but it will keep you entertained either way." 

He pulled back looking smug.  

"Explain please." 

"Whoever gets the other to kiss them first wins." 

My mouth popped open in surprise. That was just plain mean. Downright diabolical. Alec was well aware that I was a very touchy person, and I gave him kisses on the regular. As in it was a habit.  

"You know what?' I sniffed. "I take back everything nice I've ever said about you. You are the spawn of Satan." 

"That would mean Jane is also the spawn of Satan." Alec deadpanned. 

"She has a different father." 

"We are twins, Y/N. We cannot have a different father." 

I waved my hand in dismissal. 

"She's nicer to me than you are." 

"I have to say, you are the first person that I have ever heard say that." 

I tapped my chin thoughtfully before muttering. "I'll probably be the only one." 

"So?" He hedged. "Will you make a bet with me?" 

"This is basically making a deal with the devil; you know that right?" 

"I thought I was the spawn of Satan?" 

I rolled my eyes at him. "Fine. I'll take you up on this bet. Have fun losing, you psychopath." 

I yelped when he was suddenly before me, lips less than an inch from my own. "Oh, I don't plan on losing." 

I groaned but managed to step back. He stayed exactly where he was, his eyes brightening with a challenge. Finally, he straightened back up, his eyes roaming over me with a satisfied glint that one has when they think they've already won. 

I simply glared back at him. I could do this. And when I won, I was going to have him on his knees, begging. I grinned back at him. This was going to be easy. 

"Oh, before I forget. We cannot purposely avoid the other, so no hiding in the library for days on end, amore." 

With that he disappeared. 

Well shit.  

Maybe this wasn't going to be so easy. 

I needed help. It had been almost a week and neither Alec nor I had barely even touched each other, much less kissed. I was going insane, but I was too stubborn to admit it.  

He almost had me a few times. Cornering me and whispering dirty words in my ear, his wandering hands exploring my body. But it hadn't worked, sadly for him. 

But it had given me an idea. 

You see, in all the times he had fucked me, and I mean well and truly fucked me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head kind of fucked me, I hadn't been able to bring myself to talk back in such a way. I had made one attempt, which he thought was cute, and still teased me about it.  

Well, this time would be different. 

We were in his room, and he had me against the wall again, caged in by his arms, whispering dirtily in my ear. 

"I know the bet was for a kiss on the lips, but I think I would rather have your lips kissing my cock." 

I took a deep breath. Now was the time. I leaned up on the very tips of my toes, my lips brushing softly against his ear. 

"And I'd rather have that cock wrapped up in my cunt." 

Alec's head reared back, his mouth open in shock, gaping at me. I smirked. I had never gotten such a reaction from him. He was usually cool as a cucumber. But I could tell he was turned on, his eyes were darkening, and I watched as he swallowed roughly, as if he was nervous or holding back. 

"What is it darling?" I continued, pulling him back in, barely an inch away from my lips. "Is cunt to much of a dirty word for you? Or are you just imagining the feeling of it strangling your cock as I cum?" 

Before I could blink Alec had his hands tangled in my hair, his lips on mine in a hungry kiss. After he pulled away, I gave him an impish grin, while trying to reign in my breathing. 

"Victory." 

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No matter how hard he tried, he could not stop staring at her hands.

Hands that were quick to fight, to burn and break when needed; impulsive at worst and calculated at best. She had no problem using them this way, chipping blood from her fingertips like old paint, it was all a means to an end.

When her hands did not end up driving a stake through his heart, he knew she’d be the perfect shield. For all intents and purposes, everything was going according to plan. He could ignore the strange fluttering in his chest whenever her hands brushed against his skin. After all, it meant nothing. A strange side effect of survival.

At least he had thought so.

Watching that same gentle hand given to others twisted something strange in him. How captivating it was to see her fingers combing through Shadowheart's hair, weaving small white flowers into the dark locks as she braided them into their usual fashion. The act was almost imperceptible to the half-elf until one fell into her lap, leaving her flustered as Ceruli laughed in turn. You deserve a bit of niceness now and then too, you know!

His thoughts drift to what it would feel like to have those hands run through his own hair, if the soft caress of her fingers would awaken that same flustered response. He starts to question the fairness of it all, that Shadowheart should get to know this feeling when he hadn't, that she should experience her softness in a way he’d only seen.

“Careful, Astarion. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you are envious of our Lady Shadowheart,” Wyll’s smirk is worse than his words.

“Envious? My, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m simply enjoying the show.”

Ever the masochist, he finds himself still thinking of her hands in his hair when he comes to feed later that night. Part of him aches, wanting to know if the sensation would be soft, pleasing. If he would like it, if he could get lost in it. He certainly couldn’t ask her to do such a thing, of course.

Perhaps he was envious after all.

Wyll's comment eats at him still, resurfacing a few nights later when she recruits the Druid and he makes her laugh, a rare sound to hear in the Shadowlands. He grits his teeth when Halsin kisses her hand, wishing her a good night, and for a moment he wants to take those hands in his if only to remind her of him, however odd it seemed.

He once again shoves aside the fluttering in his chest. Why should he be so bothered by this? He could get whatever he wanted from her should he attempt the same flattery. A few honeyed words here, a sultry look there. It was easy.

So why did Halsin's forwardness rub him the wrong way?

He doesn’t find the answer until later, when he comes to feed one night; her gaze warm, inviting. She looks at him as if she truly sees him. It hits him then— he wants her to want him, willingly, not tricked into it with pretty words. Not just because of an alliance, or an agreement. He wanted her to want him, the person he was under the many masks he’d put up to hide behind.

You have no idea what you've done to me.

He’s ready to be fully wrecked, and he doesn’t know what he expects, telling her the truth. Exposing the raw parts of himself, against all better judgement. Admitting that his plan for protection was going so well until he went and compromised it. By feeling… what, exactly? A strange sense of fondness?

“I care for you, Astarion.”

She steps close, pulling him into her embrace. He freezes with an almost animalistic need to flee bubbling up— then stops, realizing what this is. He returns the hug, the fear melting away. This is what he's wanted, after all. Her touch. Her acceptance.

A spark, newly born.

#my writing #bg3 fanfic #tav x astarion #astarion x tav #ship: love me tender #oc x astarion #baldur’s gate 3 #Astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 Astarion #bg3 #tavstarion

[jayke0]

Hi, if you’re looking for requests, what about a Jake Lockley x Female chubby reader. Readers confident and wears glasses, the two meet during his cabby job. He always sees her in jeans, jackets, casual clothes(still thinks she’s gorgeous)

One day she’s wearing a dress he starts getting nervous around her.

It’s up to you how it ends! I love your work!

Oh my lord i loooveeee this, i just know that Jake loves chubby girls.

Thankyou for the love btw, i appreciate it sm 🥺❤️.

Warnings/content: body positivity, Boston accent Jake, brief mention of self-consciousness, pinch of hand kink, kissing, soft foreplay description, just overall softness with Jakey <3.

Jake had been your regular cabby for a while now. Quite honestly you'd gotten disappointed the few times that it hadn't been him in the driver's seat as you always enjoy your conversations… and admittedly just looking at him. He's certainly the epitome of eye candy after all, his side profile is one reminiscent of what you'd expect to see in a renaissance painting.. and his hands, god dammit those gloves did wonders to his hands. 

You'd been out for a nice dinner with your friends to a fancy restaurant before heading in the direction where he's usually parked. You're happy to see his yellow Ford waiting beside the street and so you sneak up to his window and bang on the glass with a big grin. 

The man jumps and rolls his window down "aye! Watch it! I'll make ya pay for it if it breaks" he wags a finger at you. 

"Mmm no you won't" you remark back.

"Whatever," he can't hide a grin, and his eyes look you up and down briefly. "Ya look nice, been on a date?"

A snort comes from you as you shove his arm "no, you know all the guys around here are assholes. I went out with my friends," you explain as you make your way to the passenger seat, since you'd worked your way up from back seats to front in the time you'd known the man.

You can feel his eyes on you as you get in and it makes your cheeks heat up a little at the thought of him staring at you.

"Yeah? Well i hope ya had a good time.." his eyes briefly linger on you before he starts the car and pulls out of his parking spot. 

It felt like he was getting to see a piece of you that you usually don't let show, both literally and figuratively. Your dress ends mid thigh and dips nicely at the chest, so it exposes enough flesh for his mind to wonder for a few moments and wonder what you'd look like lying lazily across his bed with that pretty smile and nothing else. His thoughts are drawn back to reality when you speak again.

"I was nervous to wear this, y'know," your eyes stay fixated on the lights illuminating the wet streets outside, "i didn't like how much my tummy shows." You're not sure why you're telling him this, maybe you're just wanting him to tell you that you look nice again, or maybe he's just that kinda guy that you can run your mouth off too.

"Hmm? Well.." Jake seems lost in thought, maybe thinking of the right thing to say, but each second is painstakingly long.

"Ya don't gotta worry 'bout that, ya still look amazin'." He glances at you and smiles, waving his hand dismissively, "beauty standards are stupid anyway. You're gorgeous, don't forget that." 

Your stomach flutters and you feel your cheeks heat up, "thankyou Jake, i appreciate that." Your focus is drawn to his hands once again as the leather of his gloves squeak on the steering wheel. Slowly, your gaze moves to his face and you trace his features with your eyes; god he's handsome.

"You're handsome too." You blurt out.

"I get that a lot," he jokes with a low chuckle that makes you shiver. "But comin' from a girl like you? It feels real good, so thanks, sugar."

The journey feels all too short when you arrive at your house, and you sigh softly. You twist your body towards Jake and notice how his eyes drag over your body once again, lingering on your chest for a second, "I like it when you look at me like that, Jake."

"Like what?" 

"Like you wanna eat me up, it makes me all hot and bothered."

The man lets out an audible groan. "How can I not? Ya look fuckin' gorgeous in that damn dress, just makes me wanna-" he cuts himself off, much to your displeasure, so you lean forward and grip his jacket needily, looking into his eyes.

"Tell me, please Jake," you give your best pout.

Jake's tongue pokes out for a second to lick his lips as his eyes scan your face. "You're too hard on ya'self, and it makes me wanna lay ya down and just.. kiss every inch of that body, run my hands all over it, grip it." He sounds a little breathless from just describing it, and his hand snakes to rest on your thigh. "You've got so much space to touch, i could cover ya in marks like a damn painting," his head tilts, your faces just centimeters away from each other, close enough to feel his breath tickling your lips.

"Then do it, I've got a bed right in there with your name on it, Jakey." 

The man contemplates it for a second, before pushing aside the rest of his plans for the evening; you're more important right now, and he closes the gap between the both of you with a soft, deep kiss.

#moon knight #moon boys #moon knight smut #moon knight system #jake lockley #jake lockley smut #reqs open #request

[swampstew]

The Aftermath

KAJFASJASSALSKFJ I ended up making a sequel. This is part 2 of "The Heist," a spicy fic that details how you and Captain Kid met. Or rather, how Captain Kid found you...

Special thank you to @goldenandhappy for beta reading when I was out of my mind with stress at work.

WC: 3.5K Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, Eustass Kid X AFAB Reader, sexy times, creamy pies, cockwarming, cursing. Minors DNI - you will be blocked

Y/N was in shock.

She certainly hadn't expected Captain Kid to find her, and definitely not right after she finished masturbating to the thought of him. Her core fluttered from the recent memory of being three-fingers deep inside herself, imagining it to be his cock. Now here he was! Offering to fuck her stupid. Y/N was cautious, weighing her options. A one-night stand wouldn't be a terrible idea...right? Just one and done, then she could go on her merry way.

Sure.

"Sure, come in," Y/N said with more confidence than she currently felt. She could handle this situation. It's just sex, nothing more.

Wide grin still on his face, Kid sauntered inside as if he owned the place and made himself comfortable on the...worn down excuse of a couch in the big room. Eyebrow twitching, "short term rental?"

"Yep, including the furniture. Sorry its..." she pointed to it, "well that."

"You think the bed can hold us? Or maybe the walls?" Kid spoke aloud as he examined the interior, trying to get creative with the situation. "Course," he slowly turned to look in her eyes, "we could always move this party to my place."

Stay in control Y/N!

"The bed will do for now," she hated the way her voice cracked as she spoke.

Kid raised his hands in surrender, "ok, offers still on the table if you change your mind."

Y/N nodded, tucking a wet strand of hair behind her ear. Clearing her voice, "so you said you came here to fuck me stupid. Gonna keep me waiting?"

Kid cocked an eyebrow at her before he let out a laugh. In the blink of an eye, he was towering over her, shit eating grin back on his face as he held her chin in his massive hand while his metal hand grasped her hip, pulling her flush against his body. He enjoyed the heat radiating off her skin from the bath, the way her plush body felt against his hard frame. A pleased growl rumbled in his throat, metal fingers reaching to squeeze her ass gently.

"Famous last words," he chuckled again before smashing his ruby painted lips against hers hungrily.

Y/N's eyes flew wide open from the sudden kiss before she let them close, returning Kid's fire as she kissed him back. Fighting for dominance over one another, teeth clashing, lips bitten, tongues dancing against each other. She let out a mewl as Kid tilted her head upwards, thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth forcing her to take him, to melt under his touch as he took control.

The redhead walked them backwards until the backs of Y/N's knees hit the bed's edge. She made a noise of surprise. With a wicked smile on his face as he kissed her, he harshly shoved her down. Her long shirt fluttered over her thighs as she bounced on the bed, Y/E/C irises blew open from the action, watching his every move carefully.

She began crawling away from him as he climbed the bed, teasingly stalking for her like an apex predator playing with his meal. Kid wasn't sure if he was smelling pheromones or what, but he suddenly felt a deep desire within himself. Not just to dominate the woman in front of him, no nothing as simple as that. He felt the urge to...devour her. Snatch her right up. Make her bend and twist to all of his whims.

He pounced.

Kid pulled her arms above her head, gripped tightly together in his metal hand. His knees straddled her waist as he hovered over her, licking his sharp canines as he considered where he wanted to start. Having decided, he swiftly dropped his head down and nipped her jawline down to her throat, licking the artery on the side of her neck before pursing his lips over it and biting down.

"FUCK!" Y/N squealed and squirmed underneath him.

The bite wasn't overly aggressive but it shocked her all the same. The pain quickly morphed into something else as he licked the mark he made, trailing messy, open-mouth kisses all over her neck smearing his lipstick on Y/S/C.

Y/N began to lean into his mouth as he sucked her flesh, eyes turning to meet his burning ones as he watched her reactions like a hawk. Smirking as he left another mark at the junction where shoulder met neck, his flesh fingers squeezed her inner thigh flesh. The action made Y/N instinctively squeeze her legs shut, that only served to make Kid laugh.

"Shy all of a sudden eh?" he cackled, strong fingers deftly digging into her soft flesh until he felt the heat of her core within in his reach. Using a thick knee, he pushed it down between her thighs, forcing them wide open. Kid pulled back from her neck to take a look.

"Mmmmm fuck, look at that. I can literally smell your arousal but to see it like this..." he husked, "shiiiiiittt. You could bring a lesser man to his knees with how much honey you're dripping."

His metal hand tightened his hold on her arms, his flesh hand began a slow, agonizing trail of soft touches up her thigh, intentionally avoiding her slick core, teasing every parcel of flesh except the one they both desired.

"But I'm not like any man you've ever seen or known," he growled lowly.

Kid finally dragged his palm up Y/N's slit, making her body shudder and face flush. He rubbed flat circles on her clit, leering as her hole clenched around nothing while he teased. Watching her face scrunch in pleasure, her teeth biting down on her lower lip to prevent any noises from coming out, eyes screwed shut as he kept palming her center.

Tutting, "no no, none of that shit," and he pulled his palm away.

Instead - with intentionally slow motions - he began to unbuckle his pants, pushing them down mid-thigh. He pulled his boxers down the same, watching Y/N's eyes widen as his cock was freed, slapping against his abdomen.

"You're not gonna hold back on me. I wanna hear every depraved noise that comes out of your slutty mouth," he grinned like a lunatic. Watching her watch him slowly stroke his length with hungry eyes.

"If you wanna hear me, you gotta do shit worth making noises for," she finally responded, lust filled eyes holding his amber one’s hostage as he processed her words. 

Feisty woman, he chuckled. He loved that kind of brattiness in a fling. Lived for putting a pretty doll in their place.

Y/N may only know of his reputation through what she read in the papers and while she was cautious of him, she'd refused to let him hold all the power over her. Giant cock be damned. Although she really, really wanted it. Splitting her open, convulsing on it. She shuddered at the thought.

“Guess I have no choice but to split you open with my huge cock. Don’t act like you’re not into me, like you didn't want to ask me to bang you when you laid eyes on me in the shop." He stopped his teasing and ripped her shirt off, exposing her perky tits and he shifted up her body to place his cock between the two peaks of flesh. Before he could fuck them—

"Ask you? I-- gasp were you watching me take a bath?!"

The red patches that bloomed on his face answered the question for her.

"You little pervert!" she squawked, trying to pull an arm from his grasp to smack him.

Kid couldn't help but laugh, as if she should be affronted when she was the one with nasty little fantasies about him. 

"I'm not a little pervert," he let out a low hum, salacious smile stretching across his face. "I'm a big one."

He spat on her tits, rutting his cock between the two mounds. Kid released her arms to drag them down to either side of her breasts, pushing them together as he kept fucking between her tits. The added pressure of flesh covering his sensitive member was enough to make him let out a pathetic groan.

Y/N would be lying to herself that the actions weren't hot to watch. To have Kid's weight trapping her in place, to feel how heavy his cock sat above her stammering heart as he used her tits to jerk himself, watching his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth twist as he let the pleasure take over him. She could feel her core overflowing with desire. His flesh hand reaching down to tweak her nipples as he kept bucking down on her made her keen out a moan. He did it again. And again. Reaching over to tweak her other nipple. Y/N let out a louder squeal.

“Hmm yer tits feel nice and all but I do wonder, what’s that mouth do?”

Y/N became dizzy for a moment as he moved off her and brought her up quickly, manipulating her body and hands until she was on her knees in front of him. He stood on the worn, wooden floors as he stroked his thick, veiny shaft in front of her.

“Open up, doll,” he purred, rubbing his leaking tip on her mouth, coating her lips.

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, humming at his taste. She flicked it out and lightly teased his engorged head, making him grunt. A giant bead of precum swelled from his slit, Y/N reached out to slide it down his shaft, rubbing her thumb over his pulsing veins; Kid’s hips bucked forward and his wet tip hit her cheek, dragging down to her jaw. She finally opened her mouth, a small ‘O’ shape and without wasting a single second more, Kid shoved his needy cock in her mouth.

Groaning obscenely as her hot, wet cavern closed around him, Kid did not give her a chance to adjust before he started pushing deeper in her mouth. Tip pushing past her uvula caused her to gag around his thickness, making him moan. He pushed deeper and deeper until he could feel her throat closing around his length.

“Ohhh fuuuuuuck your mouth is…” he sighed. “Mmm that’s good, so so good,” he spoke through his thrusting.

Y/N’s nails dug into his thighs to anchor herself as he fucked her mouth. Barely allowing her a few gasps of air, Kid’s hand clutched at her crown, fingers tangled in Y/H/C locks as he pushed her face into his pelvis. He pulled out, drool coating him and dripping down his balls and thighs. He dragged his flesh hand on his cock and with a few snaps of his wrist, flicked away the drool.

“So you can feel every inch of me better,” he winked, gently massing her throat as he pushed her to lay back on the bed.

His fingers twirled around her clit, pushing her outer lips open and probing her entrance with all his digits. Dragging ragged breaths from Y/N’s throat as she shuddered. A coil in her gut tightened, vibrating even as he built her up, her lower half shifting to meet his pace. Her legs quaking the more he played with her, Y/N couldn’t hold back the high pitched squealing as her body was wracked with pleasure.

A quick pinch here, a curl of his fingers there and she gushed as the orgasm hit her. Letting out whimpering whines as she rocked her hips against his hand, riding the waves of ecstasy for as long as she could.

Kid took a few moments to marvel at how wet the sheets underneath Y/N were before he retracted his hand. Licking a few fingers before using the rest of her wetness to stroke himself, watching her get control of her breathing.

As the hazy clouds lifted from her eyes, she tilted her head at him, “that wasn’t bad, pirate. Wasn’t bad at all,” she sighed.

“You’ll be calling me Kid by the time I’m through with you,” lining his throbbing, red tip to her core.

It was so hot, almost blazing hot, and it felt so fucking good on him. Puffed head pushing her entrance open, forced her core to expand to let him in. Sliding against her lubricated, ribbed walls as he thrusted in fully. The sound of her broken moans enough to make his eyes roll back as he felt overwhelmed by her body enveloping his. His fingers gripped her plush thighs leaving indents as he rolled his hips, making sure to fully stuff Y/N with all of him before he could start.

“Oh fuck, oh fuuuck,” Y/N moaned, rocking her hips in response. “You-you feel—” she stuttered through her panting, “oh my goOOdd!” she yelped as Kid rocked his hips harshly, feeling her lower belly clench then ripple with pleasure and it made her keen more. He grinned; she was ready to take him.

The Supernova pulled his impressive girth out of the woman beneath him, watching in satisfaction as her hole pulsed and closed repeatedly. Impatiently. Hungrily. His cock throbbed with primal desire to flood her core with his milky seed. He let out a low growl at the thought as he watched the squirming mess below him, looking so debauched and starved for more of him.

Yeah.

With a sharp tug, Kid lifted her thighs and pushed them down, not all the way to her chest just yet. Spreading them wider just an inch, Kid lowered his body over hers and pressed his cock head against her core once more. Her entrance fluttered on instinct, tried to pull him in, teasing him with the promise of her warm tightness. He felt his balls rise.

Kid’s hips snapped sharply as he entered Y/N again, ripping a pleasured cry from her throat as his pelvis smacked into hers; his balls followed up with an aftershock slap. Grin on his face, Kid began a fast and rough pace, in and out of her as he pressed down on the sides of her hips, trying to tighten the pressure on everything.

“FUUCK!” he rasped.

“FUUUUUCK!!” her moan was broken with high pitched keens.

Y/N’s thighs were pushed down to her chest as Kid pistoned into her, panting wildly over her face, steeling his knees firmly against the mattress as he slammed into her; the mattress springs protesting loudly.

“OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!” she screamed, feeling the white heat that had simmered in her explode, cumming on his twitching cock.

Kid’s flushed face pressed against her forehead as his thrusting grew erratic and with a few final pumps, came inside her with a growl. Filling her to the brim, he snapped his hips a few more times, and on the third snap—

C R A C K

The bed frame collapsed, Kid and Y/N yelping in surprise as they tumbled. They looked at each other with shocked eyes for a moment before Kid’s head jerked backwards as he roared with laughter.

“OH SHIT! Haven’t broken a bed in a long ass time,” he sneered in pride.

“My…bed,” Y/N frowned. “It wasn’t particularly great but fucking shit dude I still needed that for a bit.”

“Quit whining it was just the frame. The mattress can lay on the floor and you’ll be fine,” he chuckled. Turning his eyes back to her, “Are you hurt? I didn’t crush you, did I?”

Y/N’s colored eyes widened at the consideration, “Oh um yeah I’m ok, thanks.” Silence for a few moments, “aces job there pirate. Great orgasm, I rate it a 10/10.”

“I told you, my name is Kid,” his eyes narrowed as he brought her legs down in favor of caging her between his hands as he hunched over her. Cock still buried to the hilt, a line of cum dribbled from Y/N from Kid’s movements.

“Great job, Kid. I’d give you a gold star if I had one.”

The pirate scoffed at her, deciding to cross his arms on her chest and rest his head over them. Y/N’s body pressed into the mattress; Kid heard a stream of air hissing between her lips as she deflated a bit.

“Opportune timing for it to break. You said you were looking to get off this piece of shit island?”

“Yeah, surprised you remembered. No point staying here, I’ve exhausted my resources and I’m not looking to find another temp job,” she managed to get out before sucking in air. “You’re heavy.”

“So I’ve heard. Any destination you got in mind?”

Y/N regarded him closely for a moment before, “No not quite. I know the general heading but I don’t have a specific destination yet.”

Kid cocked an eyebrow at her, “you gonna explain?”

“Hmmm…I’m looking for some people. Who stole things very precious to me. I won’t stop hunting them down until I get back what once was mine.”

Grunting at her, “I see. What’s your heading? We’re travelling around but we stop and explore every island we discover.”

“The last information I was able to confirm was that I needed to head deep into the New World. Due East.”

A grin began to spread on his face, “Is that so? Just so happens that’s the direction we’re going. And seeing as you’re not looking to stay here longer than necessary, how about it doll? Wanna join my crew?”

Y/N’s eyebrows knit together, “I…just told you I’m on a mission of my own. I won’t really have time for your agenda.”

Not letting that stop him, “Ok then we’ll give you a ride. You pay us when you get to where you want to be. If it’s not the place that has what you’re looking for, you can keep sailing with us. All you’d have to do is contribute to ship duties, help keep it running smoothly in exchange for room and food.”

Y/N regarded him suspiciously, “This seems a little too good to be true....”

Kid lifted his upper body up, his actions eliciting a moan from her as his semi-hard cock shifted inside her.

“Despite what you may have heard about me, which is all completely true by the way…I’m not that bad of a guy.”

“So to be clear, you’re offering me a travel pass with the expectation I contribute to ship duties, and all you want from me is gold for passage?”

“Yep. Some more of this too if you can’t get enough of me,” he winked and she became acutely aware of his hardening length inside her. Her walls fluttered.

“And how do I know you won’t turn this into some perversion and keep me hostage on your ship or something?”

“Jesus Christ I have better shit to do than hold someone against their will.”

Y/N and Kid’s eyes sized each other up several times. Finally, “Fine, I’ll take your deal, pira—ah I mean, Kid.”

He smiled at her; it even looked genuine. “Wanna seal the deal?” he rutted his hips.

Her head fell back as she groaned out in affirmation.

------------------------

“OI! This here’s Y/N. She’ll be travelling with us for a while. If anyone has a problem with that, tough shit.”

No one responded, wearily regarding the newcomer.

Y/N’s eyes swept the deck of the Victoria Punk, gazing at the eccentric faces that made up the Kid Pirates. Masked faces, dramatic makeup and hairstyles, gothic fashion style, and a sick ass dinosaur head at the bow of the ship.

“’Sup?” she nodded her head at them. “Cool ship.”

“Thanks,” the blonde with a blue and white striped mask said cooly. “I’m Killer, First Mate of the Kid Pirates. Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Y/N. Currently a transient, orphan child of war, looking for certain people and personal things. I have experience in sailing and badassery.”

An amused smile pulled on Kid’s face, “the badassery was mostly me since the old coward ran away from me technically. Your quick thinking was impressive though. Here,” he pulled out the satchel of jewels Y/N had given him at the shop.

“You can have more, what you took from the register was so pitiful I felt bad for you,” pouring out a generous mound of jewels, tinkling in her palms.

“Ahh sick, thanks Kid!”

“Dive, take Y/N to the women’s quarters and show her around. Everyone else, ready the sails and let’s get the fuck outta here.”

The crew set into motion immediately, Killer walking swiftly to Kid, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Since when do we sell rides for coin?”

“What? Said she was trynna get out of here and she has a sharp mind. Could prove useful. If not, we part ways when she finds what she’s looking for.”

“And what IS she looking for?”

Kid shot him a look, “Haah? Who cares? She’s hot and she needs a ride. Bang her and relax if you need too but get over it. She’s cool, I got a good feeling about her.” He grinned, glancing in the direction Y/N went.

“But I won’t share her with everyone else so don’t go running yer mouth,” the Captain growled.

Killer scoffed. He tilted his head to follow Kid’s gaze, allowing himself to properly appraise Y’N’s figure. He clicked his tongue before walking away in the opposite direction.

“Fuck you Kid.”

#eustass kid #swampstew bedtime stories #eustass kid x reader #swampstew #eustass kid x y/n #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid x you #swampstew stories #one piece eustass kid #one piece kid #op kid #eustass kid smut #one piece fanfiction #kid pirates #massacre soldier killer #one piece killer #im having fun with the polls if you cant tell

[vivemonroi]

Ok, it’s just a draft of a translation of the first part of my Charlastor fic (English is my second language). But I think to post it in English, I wrote it like 4 years ago, when the pilot came out. If you notice any mistakes dm me please :3

“The suburb of 'Pentagram-City' could hardly be called serene, rather sparsely inhabited, as most of its denizens preferred to spend their days of indefinite punishment in the city where they could hire a prostitute, grab a drink, or die a gruesome death—anything seemed better than watching the pitiful imitation of local stars. Yet, by a strange twist of fate, right here and now, one could find the daughter of the ruler of the Underworld and one of the most powerful beings of Hell engaged in precisely this mundane activity.

— How did you die?

The question came out awkwardly, unpleasantly slicing through the tranquility of the quiet evening. Charlie shivered, instantly regretting daring to open her mouth and voice it aloud. But Alastor did not flinch, still gazing into the bloody sky of Hell, his lips stretched in a serene smile. Perhaps the demon hadn't heard her? No, considering how meticulously he listened to every word she spoke, that seemed very unlikely.

— You don't have to answer; I understand it's personal…

— I was shot.

His response was brief and to the point, a sharpness uncharacteristic of Alastor that puzzled Charlie even more, but curiosity quickly overcame tact.

— Was it police or…

— Hunters.

— Oh, I see. Sorry.

Coming out of his trance, Alastor looked at her in surprise.

— Why apologize, ma chérie? My demise isn't your fault, and let's be honest, it's not as if I didn't deserve it, though I must admit, I never thought I would die like this. The electric chair, yes, but a bullet? Pathétique! Such a banal method, I would even say barbaric, one shot and that’s it, what about the feelings? Personally, I preferred knives, ah, those emotions: fear, pain, the realization of the end of one's pathetic life…

Toward the end of his sentence, the pleasant French jazz from his inner radio was replaced by crackling and static. Noticing the princess’s slightly frightened look, the demon made a gesture very much like tuning into a radio station, and the melody returned.

— As much as I enjoy discussing my favorite pastime, I see you're uncomfortable. So, let me propose a counter-question, shall we engage in a little ‘quid pro quo’, ma chérie? Why did you ask?'

Charlie hesitated.

— No reason.

Alastor theatrically, almost paternally shook his head in disappointment.

— And this demoness dares teach us redemption! Yet she's not averse to the sin of deceit herself. And after so many sermons! I expected better from you, dear, you wound me deeply.

— It's silly, Al, I don't think you'd understand.

— Ah, but it's up to me to understand you or not, you know. I could have chosen not to answer your question. Asking a sinner how he died? Quelle vulgarité! And coming from the Princess of Hell herself, I think I'll broadcast this; my listeners will be shocked to learn that…

— Alright, alright! I'll tell you, but.. just don't laugh, okay?

— Can’t promise anything.

Charlie sighed; expecting such from him was indeed too much.

— Okay.

She paused for almost a dramatic effect and timidly began:

— You see, I was born here, in Hell, but you... you were born there, in the mortal world. Your main life was there, but... I know nothing but Hell.

She fell silent again for a few seconds, as if bracing herself to utter the next phrase.

She continued:

— I want to see trees, Al, the Sun, the Earth's Sun, animals, the sea with its beaches. I want to dance in the rain, shiver from the cold, languish in the heat! I wish to care for flowers, walk through the city for groceries, help the homeless. Smile at passersby and have them smile back! Greet neighbors, ask for some salt, and share pie recipes. But most of all... most of all, I want to see a rainbow. A real one, after a strong summer storm, when animals and people emerge from their shelters just happy to be alive. I.. I want to live!

On her last words, Charlie's uncertain whisper turned into a shout, and realizing this, she quickly covered her mouth with her hands, blushing with embarrassment. From the city, the drunken songs of bar regulars carried over, occasionally interrupted by the agonized scream of some unfortunate soul, but it seemed no one heard her, or if they did, they frankly didn't care. The audience from the receiver applauded approvingly, Alastor's eyes narrowed slyly.

— Sorry, as I said, it's very silly…

— Not at all, mon trésor, the desire to explore the unknown is perfectly natural for such a curious creature as you. But you're overlooking the fine print: diseases, poverty, wars, miseries, murders, hunger, and I'm not just talking about the physical sensation, lust, debauchery... shall I go on?

Charlie sighed.

— I know, Al, damn it, I grew up in a literal Hell, my whole life is that fine print.

She turned onto her stomach and shyly bit her lip.

— Just... sometimes I feel like I don't belong here...

Alastor laughed, Charlie thought his laughter sounded like radio interference mixed with distorted off-air laughter, but Husk and the other residents of the Hotel disagreed with such a comparison. "It's like dragging a rusty saw across your balls," he would say. Angel, and surprisingly, Vaggie, nodded significantly in agreement. Niffty usually kept quiet, though she admitted her boss's laughter gave her chills.

— Ding-ding-ding, bingo! We have a winner: the charming Princess of Hell who has finally realized the obvious. Honestly, dear, I'm surprised you only realized this now!

— Laugh all you want, Alastor. I shouldn't have started talking about it...

She began to rise from the ground, but Alastor easily grabbed her hand, stopping her.

— Wait, I didn't mean to offend you, at least not this time, really, hold on, no need to create drama out of nothing, please, go on.

Charlie looked at him skeptically, sighed in resignation, and lay back down.

— Don't get me wrong, I know my home is here, my family, my friends... but sometimes, just for a moment, I imagine what it would be like if I were born into a regular family, there. We would live on a farm, raise cows, shear sheep, sow wheat, pick apples. Dad would teach me how to ride a horse, and mom how to sew clothes. I would have a little brother or sister, and a dog! In the evenings, we'd all gather together and listen to music, and on Sundays, go to church...

— Church? I doubt your father would be let in, unless you're talking about the church, ha-ha! Si tu vois ce que je veux dire!

The radio listeners obediently laughed, Charlie shot him a warning glance.

— Oh, you should understand me, my dear, I'm a radio demon, notice 'radio' comes first. It's hard for me not to comment on such a wonderful monologue, especially when you speak with such passion.

A treacherous blush spread over her already red cheeks. She averted her gaze, embarrassed.

— Anyway... you get the idea, but it's just dreams, all I can do is help others reform, to leave this place, even if I never will.

Charlie felt uncomfortable; she hadn't even told Vaggie about this, why did she suddenly decide he would understand? When her heartfelt confessions were not met with an explosion of applause or the demon's own laughter, Charlie finally dared to look his way. To her shock, his face was frighteningly serious, though his eternal smile still lingered on his lips.

— I don't often say this, and it means a lot, but you, Charlie, more than anyone else, deserve a chance to get out of here.

The radio static that usually accompanied Alastor's voice quieted to such an extent that she could hear his soft baritone almost without interference.

Charlie still didn't dare look him in the eyes, the darn blush spreading to her neck, but an uncertain smile appeared on her lips.

— Do you really think so?

Alastor propped himself up on his elbows and looked at her with feigned bewilderment:

— Well, of course! After all, the essence of Hell is to punish sinners. First, you need to have at least a chance to wreak some havoc. If you had ended up here on your own, it would be a different story, but as it is, it's just bo-o-oring.

Even though his words touched that string of her heart, her feelings, which she dared not speak of, even to herself, seeing him almost shyly look away, she decided to leave that topic alone.

They simply lay there for a while, listening to the sensual performance of some early 20th-century French song whose name Charlie didn't know. Each was lost in their thoughts until Alastor sprang to his feet as if scalded.

— Well, I can't promise a rainbow... Get up, Your Majesty!

— Alastor, what are you...

He impatiently extended his hand.

— Hurry up, I might change my mind.

"Here goes nothing," Charlie thought, taking Alastor by the glove. In an instant, they were somewhere else.”

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#charlastor #charlie x alastor #radiobelle #alastor x charlie #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #fanfic #hazbin fanfic #alastor #charlie morningstar

[msmargaretmurry]

brady/quinn 17 :)

17 - things you said that i wish you hadn't

The hotel rooms in Worcester, Mass, are exactly what one would expect from a hotel room in Worcester, Mass: nondescript, nice enough, bland in that uninspired mid-size city kind of way. Brady’s is exactly the same as Quinn’s, down to the abstract artwork on the walls. Not all of the rooms have the same art — Quinn was in Josh’s room this morning and his was different, but he is pretty sure the prints hanging on Brady’s walls are exactly the same as the ones in his own. It would be stupid to think that means something, but he thinks it a little bit anyway.

“This is stupid,” Brady says. He’s lounging against the pillows stacked at the head of his bed, long skinny legs stretched out in front of him. His BU roommate is hanging out elsewhere, apparently, although he could return any minute. Quinn is sitting cross-legged further up the mattress. On the TV, some disaster movie they found while flipping channels is playing, just for something to watch. Quinn’s not quite following the plot, but it seems like there’s some sort of climate change apocalypse happening. “I’m pretty sure that’s not how weather works.”

“Yeah, because you know so much about weather,” Quinn says.

“I know some,” Brady protests. “I took earth science.”

“Yeah, in the ninth grade.”

Brady kicks him lightly. Quinn bats his foot away.

He kind of hates that they’re here. Not, like — obviously he’s glad to see Brady. He’s always glad to see Brady, any chance he gets. But tomorrow one of them has to end the other’s season, and Quinn hates that. He can’t not hope Brady plays well, can’t not hope Brady has success. But he wants that for himself, too, for his own team. They have such a great group of guys at Michigan this year. He’s not ready for their season to be over.

Quinn twists to look at Brady. “We can change the channel if you want.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Brady sits up, scoots up closer to Quinn. “How’s your shoulder?”

A very Brady thing to ask. Quinn complained once, mildly, about it getting jammed in that stupid overtime loss to Ohio a couple of weeks ago, and it’s perfectly fine now, but Quinn doesn’t stop Brady from setting his big, warm palm against the back of it.

“It’s okay,” Quinn says, closing his eyes as Brady digs his thumb into the joint. “Not sure it’s in your best interest to be trying to fix me right now.”

“Why, because we’re enemies tomorrow?” Quinn hums an affirmative. “That’s tomorrow. I’ll worry about it when you start blasting shots from the point.”

Quinn huffs a laugh. “Shut up. No hockey talk, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Brady’s hand moves to work a knot out of Quinn’s neck. That really is helpful. Northeastern did not go easy on the Wolverines earlier. “Talk to me about something else, then.”

For a moment, Quinn just sits there, enjoying the silence and the massage. Then, against his better judgment, he asks, “How’s your new girl?”

Maybe he imagines the way Brady’s fingers pause for a second. He believes it a little bit anyway.

“She’s good,” Brady says. He presses his thumb into the wing of Quinn’s shoulder blade through his t-shirt; Quinn slumps forward to give him better access. “Really good. We’re really good.”

“That’s good,” Quinn mumbles.

“Yeah.”

“So you think it’s serious?”

“Mmm.” The hum is noncommittal, but Quinn knows the answer is yes. “Have you ever, like. Just been with someone, and it’s just really easy to picture the future?”

“Yeah, of course.”

Brady drags his knuckle down the line of Quinn’s spine. “Really? Who?”

Quinn would roll his eyes if they were open. “You, obviously.”

This time Brady’s hand really does still, and this time the silence is much heavier.

“I wish you wouldn’t say that stuff,” he finally says. Quinn sighs and sits up straight; Brady’s hand falls from his back to the bed behind him.

“Sorry,” Quinn says, rolling his shoulders. “I mean, kind of. It’s true, though.”

“Yeah, but I don’t see the point in dwelling on it.”

“I’m not dwelling. I just said it’s true.” Very Brady to think that the fact can’t exist without weighing Quinn down. Like they didn’t come to a mature mutual decision about the whole thing. You can love someone and understand that trying to be together is a bad idea. Doesn’t mean Quinn should have to pretend the feelings aren’t there.

“I don’t see how you can talk about it without dwelling,” Brady mumbles, and scoots back to sit sulkily against the pillows again.

“Sorry,” Quinn says again. He is, a little. Mostly sorry if he’s ruined the evening. He touches Brady’s bony knee. “Do you want me to go?”

Brady heaves a sigh, but shakes his head. “Just watch this stupid movie with me.”

Onscreen, more bad weather is happening. People are running, screaming. Quinn sits quietly and watches, wondering if people ever really get over a first love.

After a few minutes, Brady tugs on the back of Quinn’s shirt. Without a word, Quinn scoots back to lean back against the pillows next to him. Brady wraps his arm around Quinn, and Quinn rests his head on Brady’s shoulder. The warmth of his body is horribly, perfectly familiar.

They stay like that until the credits roll. It would be stupid to think it means something, but Quinn thinks it a little bit anyway.

#ask #brady and quinn #hockey for ts #tackling these at the impressive rate of approximately one a week lmao

[stevesbestgirl]

Find Me

Morpheus x f!Reader

2523 Words

Warnings: mild angst, mostly fluff

A/N: Traveling for work and on mobile, sorry for typos and/or lack of polish. This is one of my recent favorites- enjoy!

When you'd died, Death had taken one look at you, a twinkle of something well-meaning and devious in her eyes, and disappeared. You hadn't known then that she was asking her brother Dream if your spirit could reside in his realm, but now you worked in the library with Lucienne, shelving new books as they came into existence and occasionally serving at Dream's side as an assistant. 

The Dream Lord had always been hesitant to ask for your services; the broody king seemed to think his feelings for you were both unreciprocated and unnoticed, both of which were untrue. 

After falling asleep in the library more times than you'd care to admit, you noticed you would often wake up in bed. It wasn't until after falling asleep there three nights in a row, Morpheus arrived on the fourth night clearly expecting to find you asleep. 

Granted, he made a quick recovery, admonishing you for working so many late nights. But it was obvious that he'd been checking to see if you were still working, just in case you needed to be brought home. 

You'd asked him, in a rare, exhaustion-induced moment of flirty bravery, if that was the case and he'd quite nearly stuttered when he'd insisted he only wants his employees well rested.

So you did enjoy teasing him a bit, making vague comments that made him blush, when he remembered to make himself blush, that is. There was always a specific moment of silence when he would gaze at you, the true meaning of your words having just resonated with him, where you would wonder if today was the day he confessed, but he never had.

Finally, realizing you would have to make the first move, you blurted out your request, "My lord, would you grant me a request?"

He didn't look up from his papers, "What is the request?"

"Play a game with me."

That got his attention, "A game? To what end?"

"I can't disclose the purpose, but I assure you, it is important." You waited, holding your breath; you knew he was annoyed with his work. Either he would be stubborn- the most likely outcome- and insist he finish his work, or he would give it a chance as a welcome break.

He met your earnest gaze, hands clasped behind your back, finding it difficult to say no, "Very well. What is the game?"

"I will hide somewhere in the Dreaming and you must find me."

Dream cocked an eyebrow, "You do realize that I will always know your location in the Dreaming?"

"I do."

"Not much of a game then, is it?" Dream thought himself rather sharp, but he did not understand.

And you only smiled, "Trust me."

He did. "Very well." And as you scampered out of his throne room, he found his mouth curling into a smile, "I will see you very soon." The giggle that followed you out the door lifted his spirits, if only slightly. 

Morpheus waited what he thought was an appropriate amount of time before leaving his throne, sensing your presence deep within the library. He smirked; the library was the most complex part of his realm and objectively the best choice of a hiding place. But not for the Dreaming's creator. 

In the blink of an eye, Morpheus found himself in the library, gazing out at the expanse of shelves lined with books. He could feel your presence here; like a half-dissipated perfume cloud, it was distinctly you, guiding him through the twists and turns of the stacks until he found you, curled up on the floor with a book at the end of a shelf, tucked far in the deepest corner.

Your head perked up in an instant as he rounded the corner, a smile lighting up your face at the sight of him. The quickness with which you greeted him so cheerfully made his chest constrict with longing, inadvertently pulling his lips into a frown, which in turn made your brows knit together with concern, smile fading, "Have I displeased you, my lord?"

"Not at all," he gave his head a cursory shake. "But I have found you."

One corner of your mouth quirked, but your expression remained apprehensive, "You did. That means you've won."

Dream watched you carefully mark your place in your book and stand, "As you knew I would."

Another smile glimmered through, "I didn't ask you to play to see if you could win."

Morpheus felt as though he were missing something, "What was the purpose then?"

"To see if you'd want the prize." And there you stood, back straight, hands clasped behind your back, gazing anxiously at your boss, the King of Dreams.

It took several moments of contemplation for Morpheus to understand what that prize was- and why you looked so afraid of his response, "You?"

"I know I'm only a mortal, but I thought if you were willing to come find me-"

The crestfallen look on your face had Morpheus floundering for more words, "No, you are-" 

The sharp, pained breath you sucked in at that, preparing for the pain of rejection made Morpheus abandon words entirely, reaching for you instead. Arms wrapping around your waist, he pulled you into a heated kiss, trying to convey what he hadn't been able to put into words.

He held on tight, like he was afraid you would disappear- and he thought with his track record, you just might. But his mouth on yours was gentle and deliberate, with all of the purpose of someone who'd imagined this moment countless times, never believing it would be real.

And by the time he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours, he'd found his words, whispering them against your lips, "I will always find you."

*

Since that day, you'd taken to hiding somewhere in the Dreaming each time Morpheus grew too focused on his work. He was passionate and dedicated, but once your note reading "Find me," was discovered, usually by either Lucienne or Morpheus himself, he wasted no time in doing so. He made sure to spend some time with you, bringing himself back to center and recalibrating, so to speak. But when you fought, it was a bit different.

You and Morpheus had only one major argument in your time together; you'd found out about Nada. Admittedly, you were jealous of the way Morpheus had loved her. Or more accurately, you were jealous that he'd pursued her so fervently. 

You'd pined for the Dream King for years before making the first move and according to him, he'd been pining just the same. You had assumed he was shy- after all, it matched his broody demeanor rather nicely, but you knew better now. And that wasn't even mentioning the fact that if his ex was still being tormented in hell for rejecting him, he clearly wasn't over it. It was cruel and unnecessary and you told him so.

"You think me unfair in my judgment, my love?"

You met the deep pools of dancing light in his eyes, "I do. If it wasn't unfair back then, it certainly is now."

"Her punishment was just. She denied me," he insisted.

"An eternity in Hell because she told you no? Not even because she didn't want to be with you, but because she knew it would end badly. Would you prefer she say yes out of obligation?" You heaved a sigh, "I understand that her rejection hurt and you might have felt justified in the moment, but I would have expected someone I respect so much to realize his mistake far sooner."

He seemed to puff up a bit, "I am the King of Dreams and-"

You recognized the self-righteous tone that preceded a monologue, "I know Dream, you are one of the Endless, ancient and powerful." You offered a sad smile, "You're right, no mortal should dare to question you. I'll remember my place in the future."

You could see thinly veiled frustration on his face, "You know that is not what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

That only seemed to make him angrier, accusing, "You- you are being deliberately obtuse."

"Because I disagree with you?"

"Because you refuse to see-"

"No, Morpheus. I refuse to bend to your will, as you are accustomed to mortals doing. And in doing so, I am no different than Nada. So I demand you send me to Hell, right now, for the sake of fairness." He met your hard gaze, his jaw locked in place. You almost expected to blink and find yourself in Hell, but instead, it was Dream who disappeared, leaving you alone in his chambers.

You huffed, "So that's how it is?" And you set off to find another place to hide.

Two days ticked by, Morpheus well aware that he hadn't seen you. He assumed you were merely keeping your distance from him. It wasn't until Lucienne approached the ill-tempered and sullen being occupying Lord Morpheus' throne to ask when you would be returning that he realized you weren't only avoiding him. 

A flare of irritation at you having abandoned your post sent Lucienne back to the library while Morpheus set to finding you. He also felt a fraction of worry; usually when you played this game, you left him a note. Did you not want him to find you? 

Your presence was easier to find this time, even despite the two days having passed. Morpheus could feel you like a beacon of warmth, following your path into the turrets of the palace, up to the topmost tower. There he found you asleep, your bed-things robbed from your chambers and piled under the window in something he would neither call a bed or a nest. 

You didn't seem to mind the odd sleeping quarters, tangled up in the dense array of plush blankets, your face buried in a large pillow you clutched to your chest. He would bet that underneath the covers, you had your leg thrown over the pillow, holding it tight against your body like you usually did with him and he felt a strange sense of jealousy. He'd missed you over these two days.

He had planned to scold you for shirking your work, but he found himself crouching beside you, his fingers brushing over your cheek, "Wake, my love. It is time to return."

Your eyes fluttered open and you smiled sleepily at the sight of Morpheus, "You found me."

He chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your face, "I told you I would."

"Thought you were mad at me," you mumbled blearily, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. 

"I am not angry with you. But I must ask, why here?" He glanced around the rarely used tower curiously. 

"I wanted you to walk up all those stairs," you mumbled, still not quite awake. When your vision cleared, your head seemed to clear with it, "Wait, no- I'm mad at you!"

With another chuckle, he pulled you from the blankets, carrying you bridal-style back down the spiral stairs, "We will discuss it once you are back where you belong."

"Where's that?"

"With me."

*

And when Morpheus disappeared, you stayed. You and Lucienne tried, despite the frustration and failure, to keep the Dreaming functioning with only the two of you. But without Morpheus and his power, the Dreaming decayed around you, your home crumbling more with each day that passed. 

After the first decade, you disappeared. You left a note for Lucienne and one for Morpheus when he returned and simply vanished. Despite your request that you be left to your solitude, Lucienne searched for you, but she found nothing, as she explained to Morpheus upon his return. 

"What do you mean you can't find her? There is hardly any of the Dreaming left for her to hide in; you are certain she hasn't left like the others?" He was anxious, teetering on the brink of panic; even he couldn't feel your presence.

Lucienne had the tact to not acknowledge the rare moment of insecurity from the Dream King, "My lord, she swore to me in this letter that she would not leave the Dreaming."

'That was ten years into my century-long imprisonment. Much has changed." His throat constricted at that; his home was in shambles, his people scattered, and his love possibly lost.

"Not everything has changed, my lord." Lucienne held out a sealed envelope with "Morpheus" written on it in your handwriting.

He was grateful he wasn't mortal, as his hand certainly would have trembled as he took the letter. Opening as carefully as he could in his haste, Dream pulled a single sheet of paper from the envelope, reading, "Find me."

"Excuse me, Lucienne." Lucienne nodded, watching him hurry off in the direction of the library.

Dream took the steps to the second floor two at a time, despite their crumbling edges and structural failures. The library itself was failing, most of the shelves empty, a few stray papers scattered over the floor. Discarding his composure, he ran through the stacks, desperate to be proven wrong. Rounding the corner, his heart leapt and promptly sank; you were there, exactly like you'd been all those years ago, a book in your hands, seated on the floor.

But you were different now; the inner glow that Morpheus had always been able to find you with was dim, a barely flickering candle deep within you. Your light seemed to be ebbing away, though nothing moved in the library. You looked frail and sickly.

Morpheus dropped to his knees, half afraid that if he touched you you'd disappear.

"M-Morpheus," you wheezed. Your voice was weak, but there was no note of surprise.

"I'm here, my love," he lifted you off the floor just like he had in the tower years prior. And as he pulled you from your place, you felt the tethers you'd built fall away, no longer needed.

Morpheus felt them too, tensing as the full weight of the Dreaming seemed to return to his shoulders. He gazed at your weak form in his arms, fury making him tremble, "You were feeding the Dreaming?"

You nodded, the burden off your shoulders making you feel stronger already, "Someone had to keep it alive." The rasp in your voice made it difficult even for you to to believe yourself. It wasn't a dig at Morpheus, but a statement of fact.

"That is not your responsibility." 

The cold fury in his voice would have turned your blood to ice under normal circumstances, but you surprised even yourself with the edge in your voice, "It had to be." He bit back his frustrated retort; that conversation could be had later.

"You hide, even now, my love? Why not leave? Why not save yourself? Why hide when you could not know I would return?"

You managed a weak laugh, your strength returning slowly, "It was never a question of if you'd be back, my Dream. Only if you would still find me when you did."

He brushed a kiss over your forehead, "No matter how much time passes, I will always find you."

#morpheus #dream #morpheus x reader #dream x reader #the sandman #dream of the endless #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fluff

[momodoesposts]

Hair masks and head massages, a mark lee fanfic

Summary: y/n helps mark relax after his busy schedule, the members misinterpret

Word count: 1,231

Tw: so much fluff, implied suggested content

Mark sits on the floor of your room next to you, legs crossed, as he watches you open the hair mask. "So, like, what does this do again?" he asks, eyeing you as you scoop some out.

"Basically," you scooch closer, running some through his ends, "it moisturizes your hair. Which you need because your hair has felt like straw lately."

"Ouch dude."

"You know I say that in an endearing way, I love you and your split ends.", you tease, rubbing his scalp.

Your boyfriend hums in response, eyes closing as a chuckle leaves his mouth.

"What's so funny Markie?" you ask while rubbing at his scalp, eliciting a giggle from him.

His hands move to hold your hips, "It just tickles, is all," he responds, shifting.

You roll your eyes and lean down to kiss his nose, enjoying how his ears turn red when you pull your face away from his. Then, languidly, you keep massaging his head until you're sure he's saturated. Your ring gets caught as you pull your hands away, causing Mark to moan. 

"Baby..?"

"Yes, Mark"

He takes hold of your wrists and brings your hands back to his head; keeping his gaze down, he whispers, "Can you keep going..?"

Without hesitation, you do as asked, who are you to deny your sweet boyfriend's request? 

As your hands knead his scalp, Mark lets out small whimpers, his eyes squeezing shut as his hands lightly grip your hips again. You notice the red flush on his face and smirk, twisting your fingers in his hair and gently pulling.

Mark's mouth hangs open with a drawn-out moan, his eye's flickering to look at your face. His pupils have dilated, making him look even more puppy-like than he did before. 

You smile. "Do you like that, honey?"

"Mmm, yeah, I do. I really do." he pulls you onto his lap, eyes glimmering as he kisses your lips. Quickly accepting his affection, you return the kiss, deepening it and tugging at his hair. His mouth opens as he groans into your lips, hands squeezing your waist.

You pull away slowly, giggling as you keep up your hand movement, watching your boyfriend as he turns into mush in your hands. 

His noises continue as you go, head getting heavy and moving to rest his chin on your shoulder, his moans echoing in your ear as he drifts off half to sleep.

At the door stands a mortified Jaemin, who just wanted to ask his roommate if she wanted any ramen. But, instead, he found her seated on his friend's lap as he moaned and groaned. 

He ran to Chenle, who came basically knocking the door down. 

"Yah! Have you no dignity, Y/N?! We're still here; what are you doing?!" the boy yelled out, startling both members of the happy couple. 

"It's not what it looks like!", Your eyes widen as you explain the situation, Mark being of no help as he blinks slowly, "I'm just—helping Mark!"

"I see that!", Chenle spits out and gags, "Just- stop-okay? Imagine if Daegal saw!"

With that, he slammed the door and left, leaving you with a clingy Mark who wrapped his arms around you and urged you to continue despite what just happened. 

"Y/Ninnie…keep going…", In his half-awake state, he hadn't realized what had happened.

You took your boyfriend to the bathroom and quickly rinsed off his hair as he slowly returned to the land of the mentally functioning. 

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 When he got home, the last thing he had expected was to see a disgusted Haechan and a smug Johnny sitting on the couch waiting for him.

He quickly moves into the kitchen, getting a glass of water. When he turns to find the source of the footsteps coming near him, he's met with a smirking Johnny. 

"Dude, what's with that face?"

Mark swears he can see the smugness dripping off of the tall man.

"I heard you and Y/N had some fun back at her place."

Mark's wheels begin turning. "Yeah, she put this hair mask on me, and my hair is so soft now man. Do you want to touch it?"

Johnny scoffed. "That's obviously not what I'm talking about."

"Huh."

"He's talking about how we all caught you two boning on the floor at our place!",

Haechan screeched, suddenly appearing in the kitchen.

"What... oh. My god. No! It wasn't like that!" Mark stuttered.

"Did you use protection?" Johnny asked, causing Mark to jump. "You know it's crucial to always use protection; even if you guys are exclusive, it still prevents the spread of-"

"DUDE, STOP!" Mark yelped, taking a deep breath, "She was just giving me a head massage!"

"Oh, is that what the kids call it these days?"

"I swear man- it was just a head massage, she was putting this like- lotion on my head-"

"Oh, I bet she was."

Haechan gagged. "PLEASE STOP TALKING ABOUT MARK HAVING SEX!"

"Mark had sex?", Taeyong asked, coming out of the woodwork.

"Ye-"

"NO! Y/N JUST PUT A HAIR MASK ON ME!!"

"They got caught back at her place," Johnny told the eldest, much to Mark's horror.

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 Many hours later, you wondered why your boyfriend made you drive to his place.

You were even more confused when you saw almost your entire friend group there.

Johnny escorted you inside, arm wrapped around your shoulders.

The two of you chatted for a bit until Mark came up to you, panicked.

"Hey baby-"

"Y/N, please tell them what happened this afternoon!"

You looked around, blinking.

Haechan stood up. "Jaemin and I overheard Mark groaning from inside her room, so we sent Chenle to check, and he found her on his lap!"

"First of all, he asked me to explain, second… exactly what you thought happened, happened. My boyfriend was really stressed, so I just helped him out, y'know?" you said, smirking and watching Mark's jaw drop. 

Johnny cheered. "Good for you, Mark!" he patted his friend's back, making Mark choke.

"He's just been SO stressed lately, I knew I just had to help."

Haechan clasped his hand over his mouth, shunning you with his eyes.

"Mark, how did you have the stamina?! We've been so busy!", Jungwoo chirped, genuinely interested in his answer.

You saw all the color drain from Mark's face as he left for his room.

You turned to Johnny, who was laughing his ass off.

"You owe me fifteen bucks, Suh.” He forked over the cash, and you followed your boyfriend, finding him sitting leaning against his bed.

You sit next to him, observing his expression.

"Why would you say that?" he asked, brushing his hand through his hair.

"Sorry baby… I thought it was funny."

"I don't think it is." he sighs, staring at the wall. 

You bite your lip and stare at the carpeted floor. "I apologize Mark, I didn't know it would upset you…."

He sighs and scrunches his body until his head falls into your lap.

You pat his head and watch as his eyes meet yours. 

"I forgive you, okay? I couldn't stay mad at you.. I really do love you, Y/N."

You smile. "I love you too Mark."

The two of you sat in blissful silence until.

"So, we should test that stamina of yours sometime."

"Y/N!!" he yells out, face bright red.

And boy, did you put it to the test a few weeks later.

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[roseworth]

Would you have done Terror Titans differently?⚔️

i would change pretty much everything about rose's characterization </3 my biggest problem with that book is that her motivations make no sense and arent at all in line with anything about her character and it drives me crazy

it seems like they thought that rose secretly working against him the whole time would be too obvious so they just. didnt. and shes hanging out with clock king and working with him for no real reason. i think it would've been SO much better if, even though its an obvious twist, she was trying to dismantle the tournament from the inside. the story,,, sort of did this???? but not in a way that mattered. it basically waits until the end to say "now rose realizes that this is bad" as if she didnt know what was going on the whole time?????

^ this is not a reveal. she knew exactly what was happening the entire time and she was a part of it. its a discredit to her character to act like she would've been complicit in this at all. honestly even as a "shes doing it for her own motives" thing, she wouldnt do most of what she did. she was fighting brainwashed heroes and training villains and enabling clock king for the whole book just to go "wow nevermind" at the end

fighting brainwashed heroes is probably the worst decision mckeever could've made for her. she KNOWS what its like to be drugged, brainwashed, and forced to fight. and then she lets it happen in this book anyway and actively encourages it. i am strongly on team "rose makes lots of selfish decisions" but this is a line that she would Not cross. yeah she enjoys fighting & would want to enter a tournament like that. but she wouldnt choose to fight people that didnt have any agency in their fight

which makes it feel like a slap in the face when she brings it up in the last issue

surprise! after shes spent the entire book fighting the people that were mind controlled to fight her, she now realizes that its a bad thing. she knew this from the start so this part feels extremely unearned because, again, she knew this from the start. they dont even try to build up to this moment

(everybody strap in; im about to say something nice about williamson's rose for the first time) theres a really good comparison to be made between terror titans and robin 2021. theyre both tournaments that rose is fighting in with ulterior motives, but robin does it sooo much better. she keeps her morals, she helps damian, she kills people because its a tournament that they all agreed to be a part of & the whole point is that the pit will bring them back after they die. in terror titans, shes fighting heroes that dont know what theyre doing and standing back while clock king kills whoever he wants to. everything she did in robin was at least sort of in line with her character & morals, but in this book they have to ignore everything shes done in the past just for it to make sense that shes there

which brings me to the other big issue i have with this book. mckeever had to ignore and roll back so much character growth just for this book to happen

^ this part from tt03 #41 is basically explicitly saying that rose Doesnt Kill. she didnt kill anyone after joining the titans until mckeever took over and pretended that shes secretly been a killer the whole time.

not to mention the arc in tt #43-46 where the WHOLE POINT was that the titans trusted rose and didnt expect her to kill

"even wonder girl's been nice to me" but you wouldnt know it since they ignored that as soon as johns left.

like this dialogue would've made sense when rose first joined the team but to say shes "homicidal and warped beyond words" after rose & cassie had been starting to get along AND rose hadn't killed someone is infuriating, especially since this is followed up with rose trying to kill them and acting like this is what always happens

it almost feels insulting that we have to pretend that she hasnt had all these arcs of her getting closer to the team and Not Killing People just to get this arc that leads into terror titans

anyways all this to say, terror titans relies on us believing that rose wouldnt care about the team's interests, the team doesnt trust her, and that she is fine with killing people. which are all things that were explicitly disproven 10 issues before this.

PLUS she, for some reason, trusts clock king. she doesnt know anything about him and watches him do all these bad things. but we're supposed to believe that she feels a Connection because of their precog

not to mention. she knows exactly what he did to eddie. it would be a stretch to say that she could have a civil conversation with clock king after this, let alone work with him and talk about their Connection

honestly. 90% of my problems with this book would be fixed if she had secretly been working with m'gann the whole time

if the twist had just been "mgann was secretly there, and rose knew and was distracting clock king & the terror titans (and trying to get more intel) while mgann freed everyone" it would have made so much more sense. that way she has a reason to be competing in the tournament and working with them, AND she would be working with the titans & reestablishing the trust that she had

in conclusion this book is bad. but it does have one redeeming quality: the fight between rose and lorena where she chokes her with her thigh while pulling her hair

#SORRY im incapable of talking about this book without bringing up the lorenarose fight at least once #anyways. #the worst part is that a lot of the characterization that i complain about is vital for my beloved fresh hell #so this book is important for the transition to fresh hell. but that doesnt mean its good or worthwhile at all #rose wilson #dc #long post

[phantomoftheorpheum]

Just finished 1x07 of School Spirits, here are my (currently disorganized) thoughts-

*as usual, thoughts below a cut to avoid a massively long post.

Okay, well, first of all, glad that the Nicole stuff has come out now. It's pretty much exactly like I expected, though she has really muddled up the evidence (for the audience) by actively planting Maddie's bootprints. Is she behind any of the other "evidence?" I don't think so, but I'm going to have to consider that for a minute. I know that she and Simon were focused on the money, but it would have been nice if they'd talked at all about the fact that someone liked Nicole's social media post & since Nicole now also believes that Maddie is dead, they should be on the same page that it wasn't her.

It was immediately a red flag when Mr. Martin said his line about enjoying power & control. Obviously he's become actively more threatening throughout the episode. He's also in the fallout shelter when Dawn crosses over, so is he the one who died there? I have some somewhat vague theories about Mr. Martin, but I'll save those for the end.

Xavier called out that his own alibi relies on Mr. South, which does make him less suspicious to me again. Though I did think it was weird that he mentioned Mr. South whistling "the Titanic song" the whole time because he doesn't mention that he actually saw Mr. South the whole time. While Mr. South does feel like a red herring kind of character, I can't help but wonder if that will come back around in some way. Maybe it's something as simple as when we see what happened to Maddie, we hear him whistling that when she walks past the boy's bathroom, or something?

I know we needed to have various characters look suspicious and so Claire had a role to play throughout most of the season, but I really enjoyed her this ep & I wish we could have had more of this version of her throughout the season. I guess here's hoping for season 2!

I don't love that it seems like Claire & Mr. Anderson assumed the blackmail was coming from Maddie just because he hadn't given his number to any other students. It seems weird. Why would they even assume it's a student? What did Nicole say? But I think that's just the way it is, because I don't see how another twist fits in there well. It was a really bad and poorly supported assumption on Mr. Anderson & Claire's part, but okay.

Don't think I've forgotten that Mr. Anderson's alibi makes no sense, still. At least the alibi he told Claire. He said he spent the night with his father, Maddie was killed during the day & Xavier's alibi is for 8th period. Why would Mr. Anderson not be at school for 8th? That's never been mentioned/explained. The Sheriff claims he has a good alibi, but what is it?

Dawn mentions that people can be possessed by spirits. She is the perfect character to use to give the audience important information without them necessarily taking it too seriously. Plus, we later see that she's a lot "more" than anyone thought, and being taken seriously and appreciated seems to be what she needed to cross over. I think we need to take her concerns of possession pretty seriously.

Okay, I guess now is the time to talk about the fact that it seems like Janet didn't actually cross over & Mr. Martin clearly has something to do with that/is lying about it. I have about 12 different half-baked theories with this whole situation, so I don't even know which way to turn. Is Janet still around, or can he somehow absorb the energy of other ghosts and has basically killed her? Maybe through hypnosis? Perhaps hypnosis (or maybe any mentally altered state) on a living person leaves them vulnerable to possession, but on a ghost leaves them vulnerable to being absorbed or controlled? Does he have the ability to impact the real world? Is it possible that he can influence the actions of the living? Maybe not fully control them, but heighten emotion/anger etc.? Could he have had a hand in Maddie's death? Either by being powerful enough to hurt her, or by being powerful enough to influence someone else to hurt her? Maybe he can't make someone do something completely out of character, but he can push them past their normal limits? He was down in the fallout shelter and that may be his reset point, so it doesn't seem out of the question that he was nearby when Maddie died. Or maybe he didn't have anything to do with what happened to Maddie & he's just being set up as a season 2 antagonist. See what I mean about all the theories/thoughts?

So. Maddie's mom. I'm glad we're finally starting to address what she was doing at the school on the day of Maddie's death. I've said before in a post that if she killed Maddie, it would have been a crime of passion, imo (could she have been influenced by Mr. Martin? Is she more susceptible to ghosts because of being under the influence?) But I'm not sure she's capable of this level of coverup, and I'm immediately suspicious of any "revelations" that happen before the final episode, since mysteries like to leave an element of surprise for the finale. At this point, I think it's likely she and Maddie argued & that she has Maddie's necklace, but she didn't kill her. I think the necklace is likely what's in the envelope that she's keeping in Maddie's dresser. In Maddie's flashback with her mom she yells either "that belongs to me" or "that belonged to me" which I'm guessing is about the necklace.

Which brings me to- The Sheriff. He's a loose thread. He could have followed Nicole from Maddie's house and dug up the money. The last we saw, she was there with Maddie's mom and the police. We were reminded, yet again, about his re-election campaign and money. He would have the ability to plant evidence pretty easily (the backpack, the "murder weapon," etc.). And he can steer the investigation. Simon mentions that when he was shown Maddie's file it didn't have the ticket with the boot print. Why would that be left out, unless the cops know that was faked and that he might realize that? And how could anyone know it was faked unless they knew Maddie's shoes, or they killed her & know she couldn't have left the prints? Did someone maybe call the police when Maddie's mom showed up drunk at the school, giving the Sheriff reason to be there? Did he encounter Maddie after her argument with her mom? The question is, what exactly would be his motive to kill Maddie? He's an asshole, and they made sure to show us how much in the scene with Xavier, but why would he want Maddie dead? He does seem motivated by money/re-election, but Maddie didn't actually have any money & how would be know anything about that situation?

Could Mr. Anderson and the Sheriff have been working together to steal money from Claire's stepdad? I feel like I'm missing a piece here in this theory, because Claire's stepdad was donating to the Sheriff's campaign, so I don't know why he would need to steal money, but- is it possible the Sheriff was in on Mr. Anderson's plan, so he knew that Mr. Anderson thought Maddie was blackmailing him & had been given some of the money? The police told Simon there was no money in Mr. Anderson's wall when they searched, but maybe it was there & the Sheriff was trying to protect him/the stolen money. At that point, there was no proof. Once Simon produces the proof that Mr. Anderson stole the money, the Sheriff can no longer pretend & Ms. Fields tells Maddie's mom that Mr. Anderson turned the money over, but maybe the Sheriff already had it & was just now forced to acknowledge this. Mr. Anderson's supposed alibi doesn't line up with the timeline, but the Sheriff says he has a good one. Did Anderson kill Maddie (maybe he was told to get the money back by the Sheriff, but ended up killing Maddie when he became frustrated that she was denying having it) and the Sheriff is helping cover it up? So many options.

Is the hooded figure that we saw in the house the same person as the hooded figure we saw at the end of 1x07? Seems likely, but we have no proof, so we can't rule out anyone whose location we don't know during both of those two events (so, anyone, really).

Okay, those are my immediate thoughts. I'm in the process of constructing a timeline with some added conjecture/theories, but I'm going to post it separately, since this is already so long. Speaking of, do you think we'll get to go through events chronologically (like watch Maddie's last day play out) in the final episode. That could be interesting! Not as the entire episode, since obviously we want to see progress with the characters in the current timeline, but I'd like to see some of the events we've already seen put into the context of the new information.

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[wyn-n-tonic]

I'm No Saint

Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: Smut but not, like, explicit smut I don't think. Author's Note: Right, so like... it's not xReader because it's not written in second person but, like, it's still a pretty blank slate and I personally feel like first person tense is easier to imagine yourself in as the I and me statements make me feel like I have ownership and autonomy in the story? Anyway, if you enjoy this and would like to check out more of my writing, please check out my MASTERLIST and my original story available on Kindle Vella: Flash In the Pan (a new chapter comes out 8/1)! *narrator voice* She's back on her bullshit, lads.

"Mm, 'tiago, baby," I reach out for him, my finger tips brushing the scar that runs the length of his neck. "What's wrong?"

The mattress shifts beneath his weight and I watch through half opened eyes as he pushes himself into a sitting position. "Go back to sleep, mi amor," he says as he turns towards me. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"Uneven breathing and tossing and turning? Darling, don't lie to me."

"Don't." He huffs a laugh and his head shakes. "Don't you start with that darling nonsense because—“

"Because what?" I sit up, holding onto the sheet across my bare chest with one hand as the other supports my weight.

Dim light flows from the bathroom and catches on the silver of his hair, more of which pops up every day with each new stressor or heartbreak or bad dream. I hate how much I love them, knowing it's not just his age that causes them but his pain too.

"Because first it starts with darling," he says, silhouette turning towards me. "And then it becomes honey and sweetheart and let me make you some tea. I can't take it, not tonight. I can't take being—“

"Loved, Santiago?" I ask him.

"Babied," he insists.

"Babied?!" I push myself up further and let the sheet slip as I reach for his shoulder. "How do I baby you, Santiago?"

"Because you won't stop trying to take care of me," he bites back. "Always, with your soft hands and soft voice. I'm not broken."

"Nobody ever said you were broken, my love. Maybe you did, maybe you do. But not me. If you were broken—somebody I thought I had to spend my life fixing—I would not have married you, I would have—“

"Put me in a fucking psych ward. Or a prison. Where I belong."

"You're being dramatic, Santi. Fucking prison? Really? The people who belong in prison are the ones who called the shots, not the ones who had to deliver them. Do I wish you had never enlisted? Do I miss the sweet boy I fell in love with at sixteen?" I pull him back flush against my chest, wrap my arms around him and press my lips into his cheek. "Yes, my love. To both questions. But I wouldn't give you up for anything. But I have to wonder...if you hadn't enlisted, would we be here right now? Would I have ever found my way back to you?"

He pulls away and turns to look at me with those deep brown eyes, so full of warmth and glassy with pain. "You're not the cold man you think everybody thinks you are, Santiago."

Silence falls between us and I watch as he scrubs a hand down his face, finally releasing a deeply held breath. "I'm kind of cold right now actually," he says while a smile cracks across his face. "Why do you insist on keeping it freezing in here?"

"You're changing the subject."

"I know but I can tell I said something that hurt you so I'm trying to walk away from it right now, okay?"

"Okay."

He looks me up and down and his smile stretches wider. "I can tell you're kind of cold too, sweetheart."

"Really?" I ask him. "You're turning this into a sex thing?"

He twists and leans forward, pressing his lips into mine. "Don't all my bad dreams end between your legs though?"

"That makes me sound like I'm your nightmare," I tell him. "Is that really how you expect to get in pants right now?"

Santiago pushes me back into the mattress and crawls above my body, bracing himself on his forearms. He's so beautiful and so... bent in places he wasn't when we were children. His hand smooths my hair back, thumb rubbing gently against my forehead and I can feel him growing against my hip.

"I'm telling you that you're the good that came out of my worst nightmare and you're the good that greets me at the end of every single one."

"And, yet," I begin, tracing the soft lines at the corner of his eye with my thumb, "here you are telling me I baby you because I love you."

"Because I don't deserve it."

I shake my head. "Maybe not." I run my finger around his orbital bone and up to the bridge of his nose before following the curve of it all the way down to the tip. "But that's not exactly your decision to make now is it?"

"Well then maybe I just think you don't deserve the shit I put you through."

I scrunch my nose. "Again, not really your decision to make. Like it or not, you're stuck with me so, are you gonna do anything with that dick or are you gonna tell me what a sad boy you are all night?"

"Screw you, sweetheart."

"That's what I said."

He buries his face into my neck, shifting all his weight into one side of his body and runs one hand down the length of mine. He stops when he comes to the hinge in my knee, fingers curling around and dipping into my flesh and he pulls until I'm hooked around his hip. Leapfrog. He calls it leapfrog whenever my leg is raised like this. Tells me how cute it is that I just naturally lay in this position that opens my hip so perfectly for him to just slide in.

"Made for me," he speaks into my neck. "Like it or not."

His hips move against mine, lifting slightly as he readjusts himself to rest his tip at my entrance and his grip on my leg tightens. "So wet already."

"I never dried up."

"That shouldn't have been so fucking hot," he says, biting into my neck as he pushes into me in one fluid motion.

"Is your solution to hurting," I wince slightly, "to make me hurt as well?"

He laughs, lips dragging up my jawline and to my lips. "Play with my hair," he tells me as he starts building pace in his small movements.

His hair is soft between my fingers, his overgrown curls running wild. I flex my nails along his scalp and pull the strands taut at the top of his crown as he grinds his hips down against mine.

His mind is still in that dream though, that terror. I can see it in his eyes. Because I can't fix this, I can only be his bandaid to the bad days. My body goes rigid and I push a hard breath out before he's shuddering against me, collapsing against me.

I've been a lot of bandaids lately.

"Santiago, my love," I cradle his head against my chest and feel him twitch inside of me at the endearment, "I think we should talk to that therapist again."

He nods as best he can and sniffs loudly as he maneuvers his arms to encircle my body. "Yeah, we can do that."

Silence falls between us again and his breathing evens out. I think he's asleep and I'm about to coax him awake when he looks up at me.

"Hey, baby?"

"Yes, my love?"

"I liked it when you called me Tiago earlier." I feel my eyebrows pinch and he stutters over his words to continue. "When you were barely awake," he says, "you called me Tiago. I liked that."

"Why?" I ask.

"Because," he takes a breath, "I'm no saint."

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