#Adonis is. lost

[multi-fandom-bullshittery]

Its pride month! So! Fuck it! My ocs!

Fracture: Gay

The Parasite: God fucking knows but it has SOMETHING STRANGE going on with Fellow09

Genesis: Ace, likely somewhere on the aro spectrum but wouldn't be at all opposed to a relationship if a very trusted person asked. Most relationships get confusing on whether they're romantic or platonic.

Finn: Somewhere on the ace spectrum, panromantic but not all that interested in "settling down." He's got things to do, he doesnt have the time for that. Trans allegory. (Not transgender but sure did go through a transformation that changed him fundamentally and deeply)

Adonis: ??? He sure as fuck doesnt know

Delta: Proudly pan and attracted to dangerous people for reasons he cannot fathom

[girlkisserr]

cleaned up the 2 magma doodles + one more because soda really just pulled every assassin archetype

Florin / Adonis - NovumSidus (Forums) Noma - @aldorei

[nelyoslegalteam]

I appreciate this may cause psychic damage so sorry in advance

I don’t know all that much about rap but the Kendrick Lamar vs Drake beef has blown up so I can’t escape the tracks they dropped. Then I gave them a listen couldn’t stop thinking about who would do which one lol

I’m convinced that Kendrick’s verse on Like That is something Fingon would rap, direct declaration of how you don’t do sneak dissing and that you’re better at this than them (“fuck the big three, it’s just big me”) . But Meet the Grahams is something Maedhros would rap, a calm and visceral takedown from which there is no comeback (“Dear Adonis, I’m sorry that that man is your father…I look at him and wish your grandfather had worn a condom”)…

Not Like Us I think is Curufin and Celegorm (“trying to strike a chord and it’s prolly a-minorrrrr”) and Euphoria is Caranthir’s track to me (“now let me say I’m the biggest hater, I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk”)

wait. wait. back up several steps. the what now. the who now. should i be honored that this is in my inbox or terrified. i haven’t listened to anything that isn’t late 2000s emo since the late 2000s and i don’t know anything about who famous people are this is not an exaggeration do you know how little context for any of this i have,

[hyenabrainedpup]

My new snakes are so fucking beautiful

[hart-on-my-sleeve]

7 26 1986 Spectrum - Adrian Adonis with Jimmy Hart Promo

Just another adorable promo with 'em :D

[resurrection-of-soul]

Flashback | BIOHAZARD 2

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Rei, Kaoru, Koga, Adonis

Rei: Hm. The secrecy makes it all quite unclear, but is this “AIIE” affair meant to create idol versions of those AIs which are adept at artistry? I fear this old man finds it quite difficult to keep up with these newfangled technologies.

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Koga: Could ya quit lecturin' me on the basics like I'm some newbie? Even I know that that's how it is, alright! That's why I just grinned and bore it, appearin' on those stupid shows even though I hated it!

Rei: Indeed. Consequently, we've become a unit which half-heartedly partakes in everything. Unable to wholly embrace either a hard rock image or a casual, playful one, we have, over time, yielded ground to more specialized units. The current economic recession bears its own share of the blame. When one must be frugal in the management of their modest household budgets and dine out only in moderation, the natural inclination is to favor an establishment of expertise which serves but a select few exquisite dishes over a more casual eatery boasting a profusion of ordinary fare. The true palate shall inevitably be laid bare, for if the price is the same, one will naturally gravitate towards that which is most delicious — 'tis simply human nature. As it stands, we undeniably find ourselves trailing in the wake of those "specialty" units. The difference in both effort and experience is clear as day.

Koga: Hmph. While the bats were flittin' around wonderin' which side they should choose, both the beasts n' the birds lost interest n' ditched 'em.

Rei: Aye, you speak true. Though the situation hath yet to deteriorate to the point where our very foundation is rattled, if left unaddressed, we will someday find ourselves with no place to belong. 'Tis the inevitable fate of those who fail to make it in this industry to be forsaken, and consequently sink to the depths in solitude.

Koga: So the hell're we gonna do about it? If I'm understandin' correctly, you're sayin' our backs're to the wall now. But'cha ain't just gonna tell us to give up n' go with the flow, right?

Rei: Nay, assuredly not. Failing to mount a resistance will surely usher us into the abyss of ruin. We mustn't sit idly by.

Kaoru: I mean, yeah. It's, like, a given that we've gotta do something about it.

Rei: Even our esteemed agency harbors apprehension regarding our current state of affairs. Unsurprisingly, such concern hath prompted the higher ups to interfere in their customary heavy-handed fashion.

Koga: Ugh, they're actin' as high n' mighty as always, huh... This is what I can't stand about bein' in a well-established agency. It's like they think we can't do anythin' without 'em. We're gonna get treated like a buncha helpless newborn chicks forever.

Rei: In the past, they scarcely would have bothered themselves with "newbies" such as us. Yet at the biggest event of the year, the illustrious SS, the industry veterans whom Rhythm Link boasts of with such pride found themselves utterly bereft of any noteworthy achievements. Consequently, the value of we youngsters has risen. As we hath become the foremost earners beneath our agency's banner, 'twould pose quite the quandary for the management if we were to falter. Thus, in the interests of helping us surmount this hurdle, Rhythm Link hath requested our participation in "a certain experiment" devised by ES.

Adonis: An experiment...? Doesn't that sound a bit unsettling?

Koga: Haah? What kinda experiment does our oh-so-great, well-established agency want to turn us into guinea pigs for?

Rei: 'Tis a matter shrouded in utmost secrecy, and the particulars shall not be laid bare unless we deign to accept. However, we hath been told the title of this clandestine experiment — it is the Artificial Intelligence Idol Experiment, or "AIIE" for short.

Koga: Huh? Artificial intelligence...?

Kaoru: Ah, yeah, I hear that kinda thing — AI, or whatever — is like, super popular these days.

Adonis: Yes, it can be used to skillfully create pictures and sentences for you. I am still not very good at writing sentences in Japanese. Yuuki is good with technology, so when he heard about my concerns, he showed me how to use AI to help.

Adonis: It is also very good at drawing pictures, but when I gave the smartphone a pat and told it, "you are very skilled," Yuuki gave me a strange look.

Koga: Oh yeah, that four-eyed beansprout likes this kinda stuff. Hmph, he's seriously such a nerd.

Adonis: Yuuki's skills are at a level where they can even be useful for his work, so it is not something to make light of. In fact, when I gave it a try, AI turned out to be very convenient. My awkward sentences were quickly transformed into beautiful Japanese. It's so convenient that it might even make me lose motivation to learn how to draw or write on my own. Instead of struggling against my own clumsiness, it might be better to leave it all to AI.

Kaoru: I've heard that AI programs sometimes use images or whatever from the internet without permission, causing, like, copyright issues and stuff, though? Don't you think it'd be better not to rely on it too much~? It's like everyone crossing at a red light together — it's not scary, but it's totally still a crime, y'know?

Adonis: I understand. Even a kitchen knife can be used to kill. Like any other tool, it ultimately all depends on the ethics of the user.

Rei: Hm. The secrecy makes it all quite unclear, but is this "AIIE" affair meant to create idol versions of those AIs which are adept at artistry? I fear this old man finds it quite difficult to keep up with these newfangled technologies.

Koga: Are ya seriously still pullin' that old man act… Anyway, it's real annoyin' bein' told what to do, but I'm not gonna act out against direct orders. Do we have to participate in this AIIE thing or what?

Rei: Though declining the offer 'twould be within our power, the proof of the pudding is in the eating, as they say. As we find ourselves bereft of any other solutions to the problem, a little taste-test might not be amiss, wouldst you not agree?

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[war-causing-interrobang]

Metal gear: the phantom pain (snake doesn't have limbs anymore)

Oh lol

[cultoficarus]

I dreamt there were new 3D models of the es cast and everyone was losing it bc it looked like the first use of it was to have everyone dress as ladies (a couple of characters were shown cross dressing for real in the teasers) and then all of a sudden we got Adonis' sisters, Arashi's brother, and Ruka making their first appearances

[machiavxlli]

@. FIRST MEETING. and 13 years later encounter

ADONIS ARSENIO A. & ALTHEA

Finally some sort of debut for those two— Alastor is really just Adonis with wavier hair

[ballparkscubicle]

Lost King Au

Tw: suicidal ideation, self harm, dubcon, mind break, sexual slavery, and toxic relationships

Summary: Adonis is rewarded Rowan as a prize and sex slave, Adonis keeps him because he's good company and can sew. They fuck and fall in love.

Rowan is captured by an enemy king and taken as a trophy and sex slave. Later after Rowan has been thoroughly trained, mind broken, Adonis, leader of the Band of the Iron Chain, comes along and impresses the king so he's given Rowan as a present along with a bunch of gold. Adonis doesn't know what to do with this mind-broken twink but decides to keep him because he knows how to sew.

He tries to connect with Rowan, but any poorly worded thing can be taken as a command for sex, so he's often telling Rowan off for it. Until, one night, when Adonis finds Rowan missing and has to frantically look for him. When he does find Rowan, he's about to throw himself off a nearby cliff. Adonis grabs him and pulls him away, asking, "what the fuck he's doing?" To which Rowan sobs about how Adonis doesn't find him useful and that he needed to die for not being useful. Leading to Adonis comforting Rowan and taking him back to his tent and holding him.

Some time after that things are fine, and Adonis and Rowan are celebrating a victory by drinking. Adonis unintentionally orders Rowan to service him, to which he does, until Adonis kinda comes to and pushes Rowan away because "he's not gay." This distresses Rowan to the point he once more tries to take his life. He's barely saved, and Adonis has to wake up to the news of Rowan being rushed to the nearby village and that he might not make it.

When Adonis makes it to the village, he's met by Raiden, who tells him Rowan is expected to make it after all. Adonis then goes to check on the sleeping Rowan and stays by his side with him until he wakes up. When he does wake up, Rowan is quiet and avoids Adonis’ gaze. Eventually, Adonis breaks and says to him that he cares about him and needs him alive. Rowan, of course, is delighted. Adonis decides then and there that he won't let Rowan get hurt again.

Later, since Rowan is missing from the throne, Cora, Rami, Warren, Nirman, and Rami are searching for him after leaving the castle due to the enemy's occupation. They've been following sightings of a silver haired man and Rami's visions until they find Rowan and Adonis out in a town.

Cora is devastated when Rowan has no idea who she is and clings to Adonis out of fear. She's also pissed because Adonis is like "this is my whore, you can't take him," and Rowan is AGREEING, making Cora even more pissed. Warren, ever the smooth talker, convinces Adonis to let them join the band as help. Mainly to keep track of Rowan. Cora becomes the camp coordinator in a way, and Warren helps her. Rami has an instant bond with everyone due to him being a good drinking buddy. Nirman easily becomes part of the band and befriends Adonis.

Rowan is one really, really, really, bad day away from completely regressing mentally due to his dwindling resolve after everything he's been through. So when Adonis is reported dead after a battle, Rowan cracks. Even after Adonis comes back in one piece, Rowan won't be the same. He won't be speaking again despite having partial clarity in his mind. He's not completely lucid anymore, but he's definitely got old habits.

[adonisvanity]

(Adonis)

[madelynraemunson]

Valentine’s Day is coming up and I can’t help but wonder how ex!husband Eddie would handle it. Would he break my heart? Break my back? Please Maddy I NEED to know 🙏

a/n: HE’S BACKKKK i’m clutching my chest 🫶🏼 how about some wholesome heartbreak for valentine's day? i tried to incorporate aspects of the original ST universe into the universe that is ex-husband!eddie. i hope you sweethearts enjoy ♥️

“valentimes” day

ex-husband!eddie x ex-wife!reader

summary: you and eddie share a dance when your wedding song unexpectedly comes on the radio…just like old times :)

contains: fluff, mutual-pining, topic of divorce, co-parenting

“if you’re lost, you can look and you will find me — time after time.”

divider from: @strangergraphics

word count: 1.4k words

‘Valentimes’ Day.

It’s what Junior likes to call it. At first you tried to correct him, telling him to drop the M and replace with N, but you decided to partake in the innocence. After all, nothing lasts forever.

Like the muddy footprints on the light wooden floors.

"I'M RIGHT ON YOUR TAIL!" Junior roars, chasing after his siblings with candied pretzels in his mouth. "GET READY TO FEEEEEL... MYYYYY... WRAAAAATH!"

You know what does seem to last forever though? The sugar high your kids are getting from their Valentine's Day candies.

“Walk, kiddos,” you scorn. “If we’re gonna get ourselves dirty, please take it outside.”

You watch as your Mini-We's respectfully pile out the door, marching in a single-filed line in their crowns and capes their dad had made for them not too long ago. And as you continue to cook, a hearty stew for a heart-filled day, you hear a jangling of keys at your front door.

The only other person who has direct access to your house is Eddie; and assuming he's adhering to the family tradition, you expected no one else.

A familiar sing-song whistle sounds from the entryway as Eddie makes his grand entrance. You smile as your ex-husband comes into sight — hands full with presents you couldn't quite make out yet — ready to greet you how he usually does every Feb 14th for the past few years.

“Yo.”

“Hello, hello!” you chime. “Look who’s become a one-tripper.”

“I know, I’m gettin’ better and stronger by the day,” Eddie chuckles. He closes up the space, welcoming you in his bubble with a hug and offerings for the day. “Flowers... for you…"

You blush in flattery, welcoming the Thanks-For-Having-My-Kids floral arrangement into your arms.

"Aaand chocolate," Eddie adds. "obviously.”

“Ooh, nougat."

“Uh huh," he smirks, proudly. "Everyone loves a nougat moment. I also got these teddy bears with wicked Rock-N-Roll soundboxes for the kiddos. Left them on your couch though. It's a surprise."

Eddie's always been such a stellar dad. No matter the occasion, he always made sure the kids felt included, and always made sure you felt appreciated for all your efforts. He shows out every Valentine's Day, and Mother's Day too. Just because you two have separated doesn't mean your past has been erased. Eddie wants you to know that this commitment is for a lifetime, no matter what it may look like to others.

"Thank you."

You walk over to the island to set your gifts down, then gesture for your ex-hubby to sit so you two can engage in some small talk.

Also, 'cause you’re nosy.

“Any plans tonight?”

“Eh, it was just to drop these off,” Eddie shrugs. “Might go to the bar later with some old high school friends. Try to talk up some ladies...”

“Groovy,” you smirk, eyebrows dancing.

“What about you?” Eddie inquires.

“Mama’s having a night in,” you sigh, taking a bite of some nougat. “Gonna pour myself a glass of wine and read a spicy novel before bed.”

“Mm,” Eddie hums. He crosses his arms, leaning forward to meet your gaze. “The one about the long-haired-adonis-with-steel-pecs-and-a-popped-linen-collar who comes to save the day?”

You cock an eyebrow. “You snooping through my book pile, Fabio?”

“No, you’re just predictable,” he teases.

♡

Your kids remain occupied, playing "beach" in the sandlot, away from the intimacy of the two of you.

Junior is using his disposable camera to take pictures of birds. Beside him, Elijah is digging a hole of sorts, and your daughter Aubrey is off in the corner, making faint heart-shaped etchings in what's left of the sand.

She sighs in dismay.

“I like candy and balloons, but this holiday makes me sad,” Aubrey frowns. “I used to be happy when Mom and Dad were together.”

“But they weren’t happy,” Elijah points out. “Now they are. It’s better this way, Aubs.”

“I wish there was a middle for everyone, though,” Junior says. “Like a halfway-happy.”

♡

Back in the kitchen, you and Eddie continue to catch up. You talk about the kids and how school and clubs are going. Elijah has a crush on a girl in his PE group. Aubrey wants to do cheer. Junior wants to perform in the talent show, but he's having trouble rallying some friends.

And you... well, you were burning through your book piles and watching grandiose Hollywood dating shows, sometimes also dancing around the kitchen to whatever Grocery Store-esque song comes on the radio.

"Can't believe you still have this thing," Eddie tsks, taking the rusty vintage boombox in his hand.

"It still plays the good tunes though," you shrug. "Why would I retire it now?"

Eddie shrugs in agreement, putting the boombox back where he got it. The song currently playing soon fades into the background while the radio host's voice comes back into focus.

"Another great hit from KISS!" the host announces. "I hope everyone is having a beautiful V-Day so far. We're gonna slow it down for you, Hawkins! Here's some Cyndi Lauper for ya — this is Benny and you're listening to WSQK Radio."

A nostalgic tune fills the air, the melodic, dreamy atmosphere reminiscent of a much simpler time.

You and Eddie look at each other in shock, hold the gaze for a few seconds, and burst out laughing.

<< Lying in my bed, I hear the clock tick and think of you >>

"Of course," you shake your head.

"What are the odds?" Eddie blushes, lightly punching the island with his fist to ease the tension. "Our first dance song."

It was a beautiful ceremony, your wedding. Wayne had too much to drink and was waddling around giving everyone hugs. The "kids" you grew up watching took a dramatic plunge into Lover's Lake at the end of the night. And during the dance, it was if, only for a moment, you and Eddie were the only ones on the dance floor, redefining the fabric of time because while it felt like an eternity, it seemed to have passed by in a second.

<< Flashback, warm nights, almost left behind >>

Time is a thief. That was nearly a decade ago.

"C'mon," Eddie encourages, grabbing your hand.

You're instantly launched back to present day. "What?"

"We're doin' it."

"Doing what?"

"Dancing."

You allow Eddie to take the lead, just how he always does when you two would embark on adventures. He whisks you away from the island and towards the dinner table for enough space to move.

"Eddie..." you stumble into him, chuckling nervously. "Really?"

"I mean..." he says, his chocolate eyes a-gleam. "Why not? For old times sake. While the song is on... while the kids are busy..."

His hands seek your hips and find them immediately. Your breath hitches as you take in the glory of him, his timeless face, and the aroma of petroleum from his day job. He's still the same Eddie. His love is pure energy. Never destroyed, just simply transformed. And you can't wait to explore more of this new form of love.

"I'd love to."

You two begin to sway, the essence of your wedding night illuminating through the dimming kitchen. Eddie smiles into you, his forehead nestled against yours, a strand of his wavy hair tickling your eyelashes that sit prettily against your lids.

<< If you're lost you can look and you will find me Time after time >>

Before you know it, the late winter sunset melts into nightfall and your kids, with chattering teeth, begin to pile back inside.

"Brother! Help me with my shoes!" pleads Junior.

"Please," Elijah reinforces.

"Please."

Suddenly, Aubrey gasps.

"Look!" she whispers to her brothers, pointing with an excited finger. "Mom and Dad!"

<< If you fall, I will catch you, I'll be waiting Time after time >>

"So beautiful," Eddie murmurs into you as you two sway in each other's arms. "You always have been...so damn beautiful."

The warmth was like Christmas morning... a belated gift for the kids to watch two homes become one, for just a brief moment. You and Eddie are too busy wrapped up in one another to notice the biggest smiles on your children’s faces, hope flickering in their eyes as if their worlds were right-side up again.

“Halfway-happy,” Junior whispers breathlessly.

It was their (and your guys’ too, let’s be for real) happiest “Valentimes” Day in a while.

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[mercurial-chuckles]

The Time Thor Third-Wheeled

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count: 499 Warnings: Fluff | Mutual Pining | Friends-to-lovers trope | One searing kiss | Language | Lemme know if I'm missing anything. A/N: This teeny blurb is for the Valentine's Event Flash Fic! @avengers-assemble-bingo Thank you for hosting this fun event, guys! 🩷✨👏🏻 Prompt: Dinner Together. Gosh! It feels like ages since I wrote--I barely wrote anything all week with so much going on. Anyhoo, I’m glad I got this little blurb done, and look! I even managed to keep it under 500 words. 🙂‍↕️🫣 This is unedited, but I’ll edit it as soon as I can! Note: Do not Steal, Copy, or Plagiarize any part of my work! Banner credits to me. Picture credits to the internet. Honestly, the banner is just me thirsting over him. Dear heavens, he looks divine, doesn't he? Divider credits to buck-star Thank you, Sydney :) Check out my other works: Masterlist

Indulge Away!

"You lost your phone?" Bucky cornered you against your bedroom door, and you flinched under his angry gaze.

You were ignoring him, rightfully so, after you spilled your guts about your crush and asked him on a date this morning--only for him to just stare at you. So, you casually shrugged off the one-sided conversation after three minutes of silence and fled.

"What're you doing here?" You squeaked, flustered by the closeness. He smelled so good and looked so sinful, dressed in a crisp white shirt and slacks. He nearly gave you a heart attack when you opened the door earlier.

"The hell is he doing here?" Bucky asked, gesturing wildly at the closed door behind you.

When Bucky walked inside, greeted by Thor and your little party of pop tarts and pizza, he was pissed and dragged you to your bedroom to talk.

You explained that Thor was staying for a day or two after a rift with Jane, and the Valentine's Day decorations at the compound were making him sad.

Bucky sighed in relief, pulling you closer until you had to crane your neck to see him. God, he looked heavenly from every angle. You suddenly felt self-conscious and underdressed. In your loose, 'I don't give a rat's ass' t-shirt (with an image of a rat holding a donkey) and shorts, you looked weird before the fine-looking Adonis standing in front of you.

"Bucky..." you whimpered, as his one hand squeezed your waist, pulling you closer, while the other cradled your jaw and tilted your chin up.

"Why are you ignoring me?" he murmured against your skin, placing a soft kiss that made your heart race.

"I'm not..." you managed to say. He scoffed, raising his brow.

Bucky spoke, breaking the silence, "I've been mustering the courage to ask you out, but you beat me to it. Before I could even respond, you took off."

"What?" you squeaked.

He nodded, grinning shyly, and you narrowed your eyes, not quite believing him.

"Are you pitying me to save me heartbreak, Buck?" Before you could finish, he angled you and captured your lips in a soft kiss.

"You're stupidly oblivious, doll," he groaned against your lips, then kissed you harder, growling as he explored your mouth. You moaned, clutching his pristine white shirt.

He lifted you effortlessly, prompting you to wrap your legs around him as he pushed you against the door, deepening the kiss.

You could feel him hardening against you, making you moan lewdly into his mouth.

"I'm hungry." Thor's voice and violent knocks startled you.

Sighing, you tried to steady your breathing, placing a few kisses on Bucky's stubbled jaw.

"Thunder's hungry. Let's go eat some pizza. We'll get ice cream later," Bucky whispered before kissing you once more.

You never imagined your first date with Bucky would be you, him, and Thor eating pizza while binge-watching LOTR. Thor would go on to recount this story to many, including your baby girl a few years later.

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[pseudowho]

ummmmmmmmmmmm so i really haven’t been able to get that nanami thirst out of my head, the one where he has girls vying for his attention at all times but he only has eyes for you. THAT ONE MADE ME WANNA START KNAWING ON MY PHONE I LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW but can i possibly ask for something like how the reader takes nanami home after a nice, long, and full day of girls falling over themselves to get his attention and absolutely rocks his world to show that he’s yours….. you get my drift 🌚🌚🌚 (sorry if this ask is too long ive just been thinking about your writing and nothing elseeee 😭)

Oh, you mean THIS OLD THING? I get you...it's hot.

...anyway:

"I'm just sick of it, frankly. It's disrespectful. A total wild abandon of even the most basic manners..." Kento ranted as you followed him through the door, biting your lip, your smile barely-there. You had been on Cloud Nine all day. Any time you had looked up, his eyes were on you. Any time another woman tried to touch him, he shied away as if she were poison. Seeing Kento completely lose his mind at Gojo's flirtations had been the final straw.

Kento may have worshipped you, but you were obsessed with him. You burned for him. You would walk through fire, if he would ignore the lick of the flames just to hold your hand.

Kento was so lost in his rant, that he could barely look at you, grumbling to himself as he stripped off his tie. He tossed it to the floor, stalking away, infuriated...before pausing, heading back and hanging his tie up with a huff. You heard him pace into the bathroom, hearing the taps begin to run as Kento drew a bath.

Knowing he was climbing into the tub to try to scrub away the covetous stares of other women, you waited. And thought. And pondered. And stewed. Each glance, each fingertip-brush of his sleeve, each filthy pointed glare in your direction. You festered with the audacity. While you were gracious, and magnanimous in public, in private, Kento was yours. You heard him slip into the bath. You slipped into something darker.

The bathroom door swung open, slowly, thoughtfully. You leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. Kento lay draped in the clawfoot tub in the bathroom, bespoke, and big enough for him to lie down without needing to bend his legs. Those arms that you loved, thick and corded, flipped over the edges, bubbles tracing down the edges of his biceps. He frowned, his eyes closed, deep in thought.

"I'm sorry." Kento murmured, finally. "I don't try to make other women...act like that."

You hummed, examining your nails.

"I know," you purred, stepping over to him, perching lightly on the edge of the tub, "you're just too...just too much, aren't you?" Kento's eyes flicked open at your tone, seeing your unbridled rage behind some gossamer veneer. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, as that hungry, vengeful gaze trailed down his naked body, a soapy Adonis. The bubbles masked how his cock twitched beneath the surface, too primal to restrain itself just for Kento's uncertainty.

"...darling?" Kento asked, swallowing thickly. He may not be in trouble, but he knew when he was in danger. You pressed one finger to his lips, your other hand beginning to trail circles across his chest, your gaze holding his own. The trails scorched, wildfires left in the wake of your touch. By the time your fingertips started grazing light circles over his nipples, Kento squirmed, his lips parting in a humid gasp beneath your finger.

"How could they know how it is, after all?" You whispered, your fingernails scratching lightly down his chest and belly, now. You leaned over Kento, your clothed breasts dipping into the water, bubbles rushing to invade the valley of your cleavage. Kento trembled, his mind going blank as you silenced him, held him hostage, blood rushing to his cock and making him dumb.

"How could they know that you fall over yourself to sink your tongue inside me?" Your fingers grazed through the honeyed hair on Kento's lower belly, and you clapped a hand over his mouth, capturing the muffled little groan in your palm. The tip of his cock, long, thick and ready, bobbed to the surface, pre-cum mixing with bubbles on his slit.

"How could they know the sounds you make when I ride you? The sounds you make when you cum down my throat? Show me them." You released your hand for just a moment, a husky, ragged moan bursting free. Kento's eyes beseeched you, for release from this blissful punishment. You bit your lip again, a wicked smile in your eyes, and god, how he'd start riots and burn cities for you for just one chance one shot for you only yours for your eyes alone--

"Look at you...such a big man. So strong. The truth is, you could pin me down and do whatever you wanted to me. And you do." You laughed, reaching lower to fondle Kento's heavy, aching balls beneath the surface, feeling him cry out, muffled behind your hand again, twisting and arching out of the water.

"But we both know that behind closed doors...I'm the one that has you pinned down, right? You'd drop everything for me...right?" Kento nodded frantically, a bead of sweat dripping down his chest. He saw stars when your hand gripped his cock, the squeeze tight and possessive. You moaned, soft and wet already, just with the silky-steel weight of him in your palm.

"So just remember, when you're dancing away from all those other girls..." Your hand gripped harder, netting Kento's desperate rumbling moans in your fingers, and beginning to stroke his cock, twisting gently from ball to tip until he bucked into your fist. You kept your hand still, letting him fuck upwards into you. You ignored the splashes as hot bubbled water crept over the edge, splattering onto the floor.

"...remember who you're dancing for, Nanami Kento." Kento was lost, overstimulated by your filth, the myriad erotic images you cast upon his vision, the sheer biting ownership you placed upon him...and, god, it was good. You moved your hand faster now, lubricated by the soap, masturbating Kento until he panted, his eyes glazed and hot beneath your hungry cross-examination.

Reaching for the showerhead, still working on his cock, you set the pressure high, and dipped it beneath the water. So lost was he in being wetly jerked off by you, Kento shouted, fucking upwards again to feel you aim the jet at his balls, forcing them to clench and tighten. Kento couldn't think anymore. Being edged so ferociously had him reeling, and his existence narrowed to just your hands on his cock your hands on his mouth the shower jet pulsing hot water at the base of his length.

"--do anything I'll do anything please-- get in here-- let me love you, please-- shit--cum inside you, please, I-- I can't-- can't take anymore--"

He felt his orgasm building at speed, feeling so pathetic, like a desperate rutting virgin, to be spending himself so easily in your hand. You released the showerhead, and he grasped at your thighs, trying to urge his fingers between your legs. He needed to dip his fingers into your pussy to make this orgasm golden, needed that wet heat around his thick digits--

You grasped his hand, licking his forefinger into your mouth, and Kento cursed aloud, crying out in anguish.

"--fuck...darling I promise I promise, I-- I--"

"...you...you...what?" You urged, fisting around his cock harder to drag him towards the edge. With the hook behind his navel, and the lick of your tongue against his fingers, Kento's eyebrows drew together, his thighs beginning to twitch as his balls tightened up, ready to spend himself in your hand.

You stopped, releasing Kento's twitching cock abruptly. Kento gasped, his chest heaving, rendered stupid and confused.

"...remember who takes care of you, yeah?"

Cooler than a winter morning, you stood, your breasts dripping with pre-cum glossed bubbles. Walking towards the doorframe, you turned, and blew Kento a kiss. He watched you with feverish eyes, gasping and twitching, leaned half forwards, white-knuckled hands gripping the tub.

"--don't--don't leave-- darling-- please-- so close, I--I'm so close..."

With one further bite of your lip, you rubbed his pre-cum between your fingers and reached down, dipping them just inside your entrance with a sweet, high moan.

Throwing his head back, cursing, and spitting, Kento came untouched, thick ropes of seed striping up his abdomen. Kento groaned, bucking against thin air and wishing desperately he was nestled, like your fingers, inside your tight little pussy, taken most of the way to heaven just by imagining it as he came.

You touched yourself to the convulsing, jerking image of him moaning your name, for months to come. Knowing Nanami Kento was yours, and knowing Nanami Kento was yours, were two different beasts entirely.

It was only when you heard Kento's hulking form stand from the bath, the water cascading down as if off a demon's back, that you realised it was your turn to be in danger.

[always-azriels-princess]

Hi I love your imagines of azriel I was wondering could you do a one where azriel is jealous beacuse someone from the night court is getting to friendly and Y/n is indulging that someone beacuse she thinks azriel is out of her league .

A/N: girl thank you so much that literally brightened my whole day!

I have no clue if they do presents on the summer solstice but just roll with it :)

This didn't go exactly the way i planned it but I think it turned out ok. hope you like it!

Also i'm so sorry this took so long, I took like a month-long Tumblr break

Warnings: angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

I'm Right Here

The sun shone brightly down as you walked down the cobblestone street, shopping bags filled with summer solstice presents. Gentle rays shone across your face and brightened up your eyes. A smile graced your face as you looked up at the sky, a flap of wings momentarily casting shadows across your body. The owner landed beside you and immediately took your bags into his own arms. His shadows immediately tangled in your hair and wove up and down your body.

"Well hello to you too" you giggled, twirling your fingers as the shadows danced between them.

The corner of Azriel's lips turned upwards as he remarked, "I think they like you better than me at this point."

You teased, "Well of course they would, what's not there to love?" It was a rhetorical question, so you started walking, expecting he would follow behind. What you didn't hear is how Azriel mumbled, "My point exactly," before falling into step beside you.

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That evening was the solstice bonfire, a party that was attended by more than half of Velaris. The red and orange flames drifted higher and higher, embers that looked like flying stars circling all around.

You stood on the side, quietly observing the festivities. Dancing wasn't really your thing, seeing as you had two left feet in the opposite shoes. A drink in your hand, your gaze drifted across the couples dancing and nodding their heads to the upbeat song currently playing, until it caught on a male standing in the shadows.

You could feel your lips turn up as soon as you found him, and you started making your way over. He was glaring at the party-goers, oblivious to you, as his shadows loped over his shoulders and up and down his body.

You snuck around the tables that had been set up, filled to the edge with every type of food you could imagine. As you reached him, you stretched your hands out in an attempt to cover his eyes. Before you could touch him, you felt the cool kiss of two shadows grabbing onto your wrists, dragging your arms down and pulling you around until you faced their master, a sheepish look stretching across your face.

"Whoops," you laughed nervously. "Wrong person, sorry."

You tried to back away slowly, but scarred hands gripped your hips, bringing you back.

Azriel's hazel eyes stared down at you, the reflection of the bonfire glinting in them as he quirked his lips. "Wrong person? Who, pray tell, were you meaning to sneak up on? I know you surely made made a mistake because you should know that would never work on me." He bent down until his lips brushed against the outer shell of your ear. "I've trained you much better than that."

You hoped the fire would be a sufficient reason for the flush spreading across your cheeks.

Az leaned back, a smirk adorning his lips. You internally frowned, thinking it wasn't fair for him to look like a freaking Adonis. His hair fell perfectly across his brows, and you wanted nothing more than to tangle your fingers and run your hands through it. How could you ever compare to him?

A pang of self doubt laced through your heart, and your minuscule frown became apparent on your face. You quickly schooled your features, but your emotions were not lost on Azriel.

He tugged you gently. "Hey hey, what's wrong?" His eyes searched yours, automatically trying to fix the problem he didn't even know was there. His shadows wrapped themselves comfortingly around you, tangling in your hair.

You smiled slightly, "Nothing Az. I'm all good."

He looked unsure, but then nodded, eyes still noting your every move. You smiled again, one a little more genuine, and then tugged your hand from his. You immediately felt the loss of warmth and missed his touch.

"I'm going to get a drink, ok? I'll be right back," you told him.

Azriel smiled gently. "Don't be too long, I need a dancing buddy."

You smiled in amusement. "Riiiiight, we'll see about that. You might need a medic buddy instead, after that disaster."

You turned around, heading towards the drinks table, completely missing Azriel smiling wistfully at your back.

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As you poured some fruity drink into one of the fresh cups on the table, you saw a shadow approach you in the corner of you eye and you turn, grinning. Your smile immediately falls when you see the fae male standing in front of you, the complete opposite of who you wanted it to be. Blonde hair, blue eyes, arms and shoulders devoid of any floating wisps.

He smiled nervously, and your heart sank. "Oh no," you thought. "This was going to end badly."

"Uh, hey?" The male cleared his throat. "Ahem, I meant, hey." His voice was suddenly two octaves lower and you couldn't help but giggle at him. His face lit up, as if delighted to have gotten a reaction from you. He continued, "Yea so, I saw you from all the way over there," he points to the other side of the clearing, "and I thought you were really cute, so my stupid friends dared me to come over here and talk to you, and it's totally fine though if you don't, but I just ask that you pretend to be sad and then walk away or something so I don't get teased for the next month." He cut himself off and then grimaced. "Sorry I start ranting when I get nervous."

You assured him, "No, seriously, don't even worry about it. The exact same thing happens to me literally all the time."

He looked relieved, and stuck his hand out. "My name's Aric."

You smiled and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you," you said, smiling slightly.

Your mind automatically thought of Azriel, waiting patiently for you back at the edge of the dancing. You glanced back, seeing if you could spot him from all the way over there, and your heart dropped. There he was, talking to a pretty Illyrian female who was smiling up at him like he had hung the stars in the sky. You swallowed with a lump in your throat, and turned back to Aric.

You didn't even realize he had been talking the whole time. You interrupted, saying, "I'm so sorry, what was that?"

Aric laughed nervously, "Oh, I was just asking if you wanted to dance?" The end of his sentence curved up at the end, like he was asking a question.

"Oh, umm..." you hesitated, but then thought of Azriel clearly enjoying his time with that female, and replied, "you know what, I would love to."

Aric's face relaxed, and a deep breath escaped him as his face showed a look of pure relief. "O-ok, great!"

The male took your hands and led you to the center of the dance floor, before wrapping his arms around your waist. But before he could even touch you, a muscled arm grabbed his arm and twisted sharply. Aric cried out in pain, and Azriel bent down to his level.

"If you ever go near her again, I will rip this arm off, rip out your nails, stab them in your eye, cut off your feet, and shove them down your throat." He says it quietly, but it was unmistakable the overwhelming amount of anger and rage he was barely able to control. He was practically vibrating.

You snap out of your shock, and grab his arm, trying to get him to let go of the male. His grip finally loosened, and Aric ran off with his tail between his legs. Azriel turned slowly, as if fearing the scene behind him, as he rightfully should. He stepped forward, closing the distance between you. It was silent, and then you crossed your arms and said, "I'm going to give you 10 seconds to explain".

"I know you're angry," he started, his hands coming up to pull you even closer. "But he was touching you where he shouldn't have been. What was I suppose to do?"

You scoff. "I don't know, maybe LEAVE US ALONE!"

Azriel's hands come up in a placating position, "Sweetheart-"

"Nuh uh, don't you 'sweetheart' me," you respond. "You had no reason to interrupt. You clearly shouldn't have, seeing as your female friend ran off as well." You motioned to where the two had been standing.

Confusion flitted across his face. "Who?"

You sighed, exasperated. "The pretty Illyrian you were talking to like five minutes ago!"

The confusion stayed on Azriel's face, before it disappeared and an adoring expression took its place. He teased, "You mean Alycia? The Illyrian I rescued from a wing clipping two years ago who I was just congratulating on her engagement?"

An embarrassed look passed across your face, and Azriel chuckled.

He took a step impossibly closer, his voice soft but firm. "Angel, there is no one else for me but you. You're mine, and no one can touch what's mine."

You rolled your eyes in disbelief. "Azriel, what are you talking about?"

"Exactly what I'm saying, sweetheart. I've been trying so hard to get your attention, but nothing I do works."

You blinked, confusion flooding your expression. A kernel of hope planted itself in your chest. "What are you saying?"

Azriel hesitated, but then decided it was now or never. "I can’t pretend like I don’t care about you, because I do. More than I ever thought possible. I'm saying I love you, angel."

You expression was unreadable. Your lips parted, as if to speak, but nothing came out at first. Your eyes searched his, looking for any sign of hesitation, but there was none. You smirked, "Well that's good Shadowsinger, because I love you too."

You closed the gap, pressing your lips against his, slow at first, and then it was like fireworks exploded. His hands wrapped securely around your waist, and your hands finally tangled in his hair like you had always dreamed about. It was like everything else, the music, the people around you, had faded away and the only thing left was the beautiful male standing in front of you.

You regretfully pulled away, and leaned your forehead against his. "I never in a million years thought this could happen."

Azriel pulled away, "Now I'm confused; what do you mean?"

"Well, you know, you look like you, and I look like...well, me." You explain it as if it's the clearest thing in the world.

Your male responded, "Sweetheart, I don't think you understand just how amazing you are. You are so kind, and smart, and funny, and so amazingly gorgeous I thank the gods every day just to have met you. I am the lucky one here, and I am going to spend every waking minute reminding you of that."

You smiled softly up at him, your eyes misting over.

Azriel straightened up, smiled a full, genuine smile, and said, "Now, I think it's time you owed me that dance."

[silkchvffon]

SHE SHOULDN'T BE THIS EXCITED about something that isn't real, but romy can't help but taking this as a win. realistically she knows this will only hurt her when they actually decide to stop pretending, but she's not really pretending anymore. now she just postpones the inevitable. « i don't know, i have pretty high expectations. should i send you my wedding – pinterest board ? » she jokes, her gaze softening. « you don't need to. you've really helped me too — i was just a nobody when we met. and now i get proposals in my insta dms daily. » she pauses for a moment. « plus, you know ... this has been fun. »

him being excited was something he didn't think that could happen. everyone knew that adonis was not the marrying type, let alone being in a long term relationship hence why there was six-month relationship was the agreement as adonis could barely keep a relationship for 2 months — not that they were relationships to begin with. mostly him having fun. being in this fake relationship with ramona made him grow and change and see things in a way that he didn't think could arise. " oh no i want it to be a big thing. you'll see. you may even be knocked off your feet." adonis leaned down to press a kiss on the femme's cheek. " you have been so chill and amazing throughout all this. i don't know how i can repay you nor say thank you."