#luc!reader

[maidragoste]

I've been thinking about this concept for a long time but I know I'm not going to write it (I already have too many unfinished fics) so I'm sharing it to see if anyone else wants to develop it

AU of The Invisible Life of Addie Larue with Aegon. But Aegon takes Addie's role. He doesn't want to marry Helaena so the night before his wedding in the midst of his desperation he asks the gods for help and then you appear. You don't look like the Mother or the Maiden so he assumes you are a Valyrian goddess and decides to trust you. He tells you everything, how his father ignores him, how his mother wants him to be the perfect heir, how he doesn't want to spend the rest of his life tied to his sister and that he doesn't want to be king or have any kind of obligations, that he just wants to live without worries and fly with Sunfyre. Of course you ask for something in return to help him but you reject the money, the jewels, the dragon eggs, you reject every offer he makes you making him more desperate—and you know it, you can see in his eyes that he thinks you are his last salvation—until it gets to the point that you know he will say yes to whatever you say so you ask for his soul in return.

Aegon accepts and now he is tied to you for the rest of his life because only you remember him.

[popamolly]

‘PRETTY GIRL!’ LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR

summary. lucifer gets jealous and wants to remind you that you belong to no one but him.

warning. smut, overstimulation, established relationship, you and lucifer are married, alastor gets flirty with you, lucifer is a soft dom, vibrator, squirting, semi-public sex??, please don’t fuck where people eat/make food lmao, 18+ minors dni, kinda proofread sorry

author’s note. this is a 500 followers special! thank you all so much for the constant love, enjoy sinners.

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Lucifer and you had been frequenting the Hazbin Hotel ever since the tearful reunion between father and daughter. You didn’t mind, in fact, you encouraged it not just because you thrived off seeing your step-daughter Charlie and your husband happy but also because you would take any excuse to step out of that dreadful palace Lucifer and you called a home. It was just so boring and bland there where as the Hazbin Hotel was always lively and filled with some life threatening chaos that was exhilarating.

Now that you were back at the Hotel, you helped around whenever you could with enthusiasm. You were in charge of hanging up the banner that welcomed the new sinners but alas, the fixture was to high and your darling husband wasn’t anywhere in sight to help you.

As if sensing your distress, Alastor appeared from the shadow on the floor next to you with a wide grin, “Would you like some assistance, your majesty?”

“Yes, yes thank you.” You allowed Alastor lift you up onto his shoulder by your waist so you could tape up the banner. Once you found your balance, you began to quickly tape up one corner of the banner, trying to ignore the way Alastor’s fingers grazed along your thigh as he held you in place.

This was all a spectacle to be sure because you had no doubt that the radio demon could have manifested into something taller to help tape it up himself but you were sure this had something to do with his resentment toward your husband— though their feelings toward each other were mutual, “A little to the left Al…perfect, thank you.”

“Hoho, what is this?” The sound of your husband’s voice had you turning your head slightly to look at him just as Alastor set you back down on your feet with a knowing grin.

“Well, I—”

“I was only helping this darling damsel in distress as her husband was no where to be found,” Alastor’s grin widens as he turns to you with a respectful bow of his head, “If you need anything else, my dear. Anything at all. Do not hesitant to ask.” His staticky tone left a hint of suggestiveness that you picked up on and it left Lucifer practically seeing red. You cursed yourself being so caught up in helping Charlie that you didn’t mind accepting Alastor’s help for the simplest of tasks.

As you looked at Lucifer you realized that you should’ve maybe gotten a ladder before you even thought about letting the radio demon touch you because now you were going to pay the price for it.

And pay you did.

“W-Wait, Lucifer..!” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head in pure bliss as Lucifer rocked his hips into you even though you already came You both still had a whole task of things to do before the new sinners arrived at the hotel but Lucifer couldn’t wait. The moment you stepped into the nearest room, which was the kitchen, he pounced on you. He laid you on the marble island counter, fumbling with his pants belt.

“What were you going to tell me? Not to worry about that freaky bastard?” Lucifer loomed over your figure with that playful grin, his tongue sticking out as he spread your legs wider for him, "What's wrong? hm? I bet he wishes he could fuck you like this.”

"I—fuck— was going to say that he was only helping me!" You part your lips, "P-Please, right there—!"

“Was he now?” Feeling that you were about to cum, Lucifer picked up the pace, his hand around your throat as he ruts into you ruthlessly. He was so pissed, so jealous— how dare that radio demon flirt with you? Touch you? Who did he think he was?

"You hear that?" Lucifer brought his hips back only to snap them forward again, the squelch sound that came from how wet you were had your whole body heating up, "Listen to how wet you are and that’s all because of me."

You felt that coil within you about to snap with an orgasm. Your legs trembling and toes curling as you felt it approaching fast. Lucifer was not holding back tonight and the overstimulation you felt had your mind going into a haze, "please, please, please!"

"c'mon gorgeous," Lucifer let out a low groan, tossing his head back, "fuckkk, cum for me again."

At his words you came, a small scream leaving your throat as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Still coming down from your high, Lucifer gives you a couple of seconds to recover before moving his hips again. He materializes a vibrator in his hand before placing it directly onto your clit.

You shuddered, hand moving down to grip his wrist as tears escaped your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure, "Lulu, p-please—!"

"I know your limits," Lucifer says with that prideful smile, his voice dominating, "Move your hand."

Your move your hands to grip your thighs, the built trust between you was enough for you to see this mind blowing pleasure through, "W-Wait, I'm going to— ah~!"

Lucifer lets a glob of spit leave his mouth, you felt it hit directly onto your naked cunt, watching as his saliva coats your already soaked clit and slides down the sides of his length before pressing the vibrator into you harder, "You're going to cum for me again."

You shake your head, pathetic sobs escaping past your lips, "I don't think I c-can Lu—!"

"Yes you can sweetheart, and you will," His words cause a shiver to go down your spine. "Look at this sloppy pussy taking my cock so well."

You look up at Lucifer with pleading eyes, your hand resting on his chest as if to push him away, your nails pressing tiny crescents into his skin, "I'm g-going to c-cum—! Don't stop, r-right there—! Fuck!"

The sight of you crying and succumbing to the pleasure was exhilarating in Lucifer’s eyes. His beautiful wife was a sobbing, drooling, trembling mess before him. You were dick drunk and high off pleasure, your words coming out in broken fragments.

Just as he was getting flustered at the way you were presented before him, he couldn't help but think about Alastor in so close proximity to you. Had he thought about you in this way before? That question alone made Lucifer’s mind come up with endless possibilities, making the jealousy rise within him as his blood boiled.

He thrusted into you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room as he made sure to angle his thrust, repeatedly hitting you in all the right places. He pressed the vibrator impossibly deeper into you, making you arch your back with a sudden scream,

"L-Lucifer!"

With one final thrust, Lucifer had sent you spiraling over the edge as you squirted around his length, making his thighs and the counter wet with your essence.

Lucifer pulled out of you quickly to slap his cock against your clit, rubbing it against your folds harshly to relish in the lewd sound before thrusting back into you slowly to cockwarm you, "There you go love, good girl.”

You trembled, a string of hiccups leaving your mouth as Lucifer laced his fingers with yours, leaning down to kiss you sweetly as if he didn't just fuck you dumb,

"You did so well for me, darling."

Meanwhile on the other side of the wall sat the bar Husk was currently stationed at with Angel, who’s jaw was nearly on the floor at the sounds that just came from the kitchen, “Did we just hear the big boss man and his lady gettin’ it on in there?”

“Nope,” Husk denied it. After all, ignorance was bliss, “I didn’t hear a thing.”

© POPAMOLLY 2024 all fanfics belong to me, do not copy, translate, or repost on any other social media.

[secretlittlerandezvous]

New Chapter - Pierre-Luc Dubois

Summary: When Y/n discovers she’s pregnant, a wave of emotions overwhelms her. She breaks down in tears before she can tell Pierre.

Words: 624

Note: This has been sitting in my inbox for 4 years and I never got to write it. Until today.

Y/n sat on the edge of their bed, staring at the two solid pink lines on the test beside her. Her hands trembled as she gripped the edge of the mattress, her mind a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. Excitement. Fear. Disbelief. Love.

She heard the front door open, followed by the familiar sound of paws skittering across the floor as their dogs rushed to greet Pierre. His voice carried through the house, soft and full of love as he greeted them.

"Hey, where's your mom, huh?" he asked the dogs.

Her heart pounded as his footsteps grew closer. She tried to steady her breathing, but the moment he stepped into the room, all the emotions she’s been holding back crashed over her like a wave.

Pierre’s smile disappeared immediately. "Hey… what’s wrong?" His brows furrowed together as he crossed the room in two long strides. "Talk to me, babe."

She tried. She really did. But instead of words, a broken sob tore from her throat.

His face shifted from confusion to alarm. "Whoa, hey, hey," he murmured, dropping to his knees in front of her. His large hands landed gently on her thighs, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles over her leggings. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

Y/n shook her head quickly, but the tears kept coming, her shoulders shaking under the weight of everything she was feeling.

Pierre cupped her face, his thumbs catching the tears as they fell. His voice was softer now, full of concern. "Baby, you’re scaring me."

She sniffled, squeezing her eyes shut for a second before finally forcing the words out. "I’m pregnant."

Silence.

She hesitated before cracking her eyes open, just in time to see his lips part slightly, his breath hitching. His hands slid from her face, his gaze dropping to the test she had clenched in her fist.

"You-" He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair before looking back up at her. "You’re pregnant?"

She nodded, her grip tightening on the test. "I-I didn’t know how to tell you, and I just-“ Another sob cut her off as fresh tears welled in her eyes. "I’m scared, Pierre."

His expression softened instantly, and before she could spiral further, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest. His lips pressed into her hair as one of his hands ran up and down her back, grounding her.

"It’s okay," he murmured, his voice steady despite the slight tremor beneath it. "You and me, we’ve got this, Y/n."

She clung to him, her fists curling into the fabric of his hoodie. "It’s just… everything’s going to change."

Pierre pulled back slightly, just enough to tip her chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. "Yeah, it is," he admitted. "And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared too." He let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "I mean, a tiny human? Depending on us? That’s terrifying."

She let out a watery laugh.

"But," he continued, brushing a few damp strands of hair from her face, "we’ve built something pretty damn great, haven’t we? You, me, and our dogs."

She nodded, sniffling.

"And now, we get to add another member to the family." His hand drifted hesitantly to her stomach, fingers moving over the fabric. "This is our baby, Y/n." His voice was quiet, almost in awe. "Ours."

Her heart swelled as she placed her hand over his. "Ours."

Pierre exhaled, the weight of the moment settling in, but this time, when he looked at her, there was no hesitation.

"Okay," he said, his lips curling into that familiar lopsided grin. "Let’s do this. Let’s be parents."

Y/n laughed, finally feeling the last bit of fear slip away.

[luxthestrange]

WHB Incorrect quotes#32 RIVAL

No one is allowed to mention...what happened between you and Michael... Actually, he has sort of been avoiding you ...he hasn't come out of his room but if you glue your ear you can hear...odd noises, and in his place...Raphael came to pick a fight with you...

Raph: If you so as much look in my direction, I’ll throw you out the window you-

Mc*Opening the window and looking down with a quizzical gaze*

Raph*Watches as you continue to stare, confused*… What are you doing?

Mc: Checking how high the drop is to see if it’s worth it~

Nina*With a popcorn bowl and wearing 3d glasses, gasping in shock*...this just got good... Michael got a rival and it's always the younger brother...-what do you think?

Ppyong*Is also with tiny 3d glasses, enjoying popcorn*...Mhhh I dont know They both don't look like they wanna admit attraction, Plus Mc can do soooo much better...maybe we bring sir Lucifer!

Nina*Slurping her slushie and looking at Ppyong like the genius he is*...I like the way you think-

part 5 of:

[prettyboypistol]

Do you have first time sleeping togther/hooking up headcanons for TNG characters? I was about to be like 'I'd love in particular to hear about...' but then listed about half the TNG cast (of multiple genders, but feel free to stick to male characters if you want) because I am exceptionally thirsty lol. I do personally have a strong preference for top!M!reader, but go with what's in your heart

First Time With the TNG Boys! || Star Trek TNG x Top!M!Reader +18

(Worf, Data, Will, Picard, Geordi, Lore, Q)

Worf

Boy you'll have to WORK to top Worf. Even if you are bigger than him (somehow?? mans is 6'3" and jacked). He'd love the wrestle for domination and how you pin him down and kiss the back of his neck as you taunt him playfully.

He's into biting, fighting as foreplay, and brat taming/authority. Although, if he's bottoming, he likes following directions and being praised for being a good soldier.

Bite this mf as he's jerking off, praise him for looking so stunning, Tell him he's the best you've ever fucked by far and he'll blow the biggest load of your life.

Data

Would let you top if you asked him, honestly. He's never been with another man before and the logging of information would be rather useful.

Data would enjoy you praising him, asking for consent multiple times, and generally treating him gently and kindly. He's not the rough and tumble type, that would require a minimum 3 more days of research and an "uncomfortable" talk with Troi about BDSM and the psycho-sexual aspects of it.

CALL. THIS. MAN. BEAUTIFUL. He will not know what to do with himself as you fuck him slowly and praise him for being the most amazing man on the Enterprise.

William Riker

Would be a little hesitant to let you top, but would eventually say to hell with fear and let you hit.

Has a bit of a fear of "liking it too much", because even in the far future, internalized homophobia is still a thing. Especially for a "ladies' man" like Riker. He's not too comfortable with his sexuality just yet.

Tell him he's doing good, give him open communication and a place to state his worries, and he'll be screaming your name before you're halfway inside.

Picard

Now this man is hesitant taking it up the ass- not only because he's old an worried about being sore, but was around during the pre-crackdown of homophobia in the starship workplace, when subtle homophobia was commonplace. He's worried about what the other crew will think of him if they found out about your activities together.

Assurance goes a long way with Picard, also directing him with a massive amount of respect and understanding. (he'll never tell you this, but calling him "sir" really gets him going.)

Geordi

Honestly? the chillest of them all when you ask to top your first time together. like genuine "Yeah sure, that's fine". And it's obvious this isn't his first bottom rodeo.

Likes when you dirty talk to him tbh, it's a real engine-revver when you whisper in his ear that fucking him is all you've been thinking about for weeks.

Geordi especially likes hearing about your fantasies that involve him- tell him your wet dreams!! Please!!

Lore

This man is a total slut for being degraded/domineered. I mean seriously, look at that lil guy! He's a brat just begging to be tamed!

Push him around, show him who's boss, and roleplay about being a cop and a roguish, sassy criminal.

Despite his secret obsession with being used like a fucktoy, Lore also loves being worshipped and praised on a genuine level- and on a superficial one too, to set the record straight.

Q

Q is the most excited to bottom, offering his ass at a moment's notice the second you suggest topping for your first time together.

Granted, he has no idea what he's doing, so you'd have to guide him. He likes being teased and being squirmy, so watch out for that.

What really gets Q off is the illusion of being restrained. Cuffs, ropes, anything- even you pressing him into the mattress is enough to really get Q moaning about how a "big strong human" feels so good inside him.

[captainpikeswoman]

Deanna discovering your affair with Picard includes:

•Deanna’s suspicions about the Captain have been aroused for several weeks now, somehow he’s more tense and secretive, while also being more relaxed and stress-free. It’s gotten to a point where she’s slightly questioning her own sanity.

•so she turned to Will and Beverley. They observe Picard and come to the conclusion that he does seem to be smiling more. At regular intervals he’ll smile to himself, run his upper lip and then tap away on a PADD for a few minutes before putting it down again and assuming his usual stoic persona. Will sees this and suggests that Picard has a new ‘lady friend’ that he might be messaging.

•Deanna goes full PI (Private Investigator) and starts to discretely follow the Captain- stating that she needs to ensure the ‘safety’ of the Captain- meaning her curiosity wouldn’t let her rest! His routines for the most part remain unchanged…apart from he’s started to check in with the Stellar Cartography department (where you work as Chief) more frequently.

•Deanna watches as the usually nimble and graceful Captain seems to become a bit clumsy and short-sighted as he slowly, seemingly begrudgingly, exits from the work space as he’s summoned elsewhere. He very nearly walks into the wall- his embarrassment hits Deanna like a brick even from her hiding spot some meters away. As the doors quietly hiss close, Deanna just catches a glimpse of your flushed cheeks as you gently bite your lower lip.

•Deanna makes a point of reading up on your file. The more she reads; the more she smiles and her excitement grows. You’re perfect! A challenge for sure, but for Picard…absolutely perfect!

•Deanna’s suspicions are confirmed when you’re summoned to the Captain’s Ready Room one shift to discuss the implementation of a system’s upgrade and the forecast improvements to scanner range etc. it’s a small buzzing feeling at first, Deanna can sense that Picard is pacing in his Ready Room, slightly fizzing with what she perceives as anxiety. But then you walk through the door and…Deanna is awash with sheer delight. She can’t help but grin. The sensation of pleasure and happiness that emanate from you and Picard is enough to have a physical bodily reaction in her.

•she rushes straight to find Will and tell him what she knows…this is about to become THE worst kept secret on the Enterprise.

[lostsoulaltair]

Owari no Seraph - Answer Found. A reason to live

Hello everyone, this post itself is a final conclusion of one of the aspects it's often touched in the manga story...and I finally found the answer to it.

P.S: Theories, analysis, thoughts are held in a neutral view, ships are excluded.

What is a reason to live? Why is it always emphasized on this story?

With the many chapters of the story, we've seen how many characters have talked about a "reason to live" right? Along this we've seen many "finding out one". But...

"Is finding a reason to live equivalent to live for others? Is it equivalent to fulfilling someone's dream?"

The answer to this is a big no. But why? Is there something backing this up?

Such answer lies on the next questions

Have you ever wondered why vampires become demons?

Why even humans can become demons?

Why do demons feed on desires?

Those questions actually can be answered on the very core of how vampires are made which is back when they were human beings.

The very main task of humanity is to find a purpose, to find a reason and a place in the world. Something that motivates you to live another day and struggle against the constant battles in life.

Thus, let's focus first on the very core group of the three that are bound by desires and emotions. Correct, the first group is

Humans

Despite humans being the most emotional group; humans are tasked with finding a purpose. Along the series, we've seen the MC state so many times he's going to live for someone, this also applies with Guren and Mahiru mainly. What do I mean?

Contrast to what it is believed, Yuu, Guren, Mahiru are characters that haven't found reasons to live; they're living for others along having objectives for others rather than themselves.

Guren ever since he was small he was raised to follow what it meant to be the head of the Ichinose Family. But that responsibility changed when he met Mahiru and saw himself as weak, unable to save the love of his life; adding to this, when his squad was defeated and killed, he was about to give up but he didn't and instead chose to follow the path he chose. Mahiru's destiny was set in stone if she wanted to see her baby sister alive, she had to quit any idea of actually living and finding a purpose. Yuu doesn't love himself, he craves love but there's not a single hint of him focusing on pursuiting a reason to live; a reason that can be called his for his own.

All these three have something in common and that is that they are demons, they've reached a step of becoming demons that exploit their desires.

But for that, let's explore the next group.

Vampires

Vampires have the normal desire to drink blood to live, which is an equivalent to humans eating and drinking water to live. Vampires are the group of humans that long gave up on life, they chose a different path instead of finding a path, to find a purpose and Mikaela is a prime example of that. He lives because Yuu is the being that pushes him to continue living but that's very different from actually willing to live along finding a reason to live.

Yuu is a motivation source, but not what Mikaela wants for his own self but let's not confuse that Mika has bad thoughts. But rather, Mikaela is an example of humans who aren't able to be strong against certain conditions and it's normal and something that shouldn't be criticized.

In special conditions, no matter the willpower one's soul carries, some things simply come like a wave, hitting us and overwhelming us. There can be sources that push us to continue but it's not akin as having the will.

This also applies with the vampire progenitors. They endured trials in their life but instead of walking in the path where the light of the sun lied, they chose the shadows. They resigned their humanity but in exchange, they became unable to find reasons to live.

Urd for example, given that he has no passion or lively emotions, he can only seek salvation through making vampires humans again, letting them find the final solace which is to die as a human being.

And given that we know that the final path for vampires is to become demons. Let's head towards such group.

Demons

The last step for vampires. But why do they become demons? Is that really the end?

Yes.

Vampires turn into demons not just because they can be made but rather, because they've never found out a reason to live. Hence as demons, they have a neverending craving of human desires so they can keep searching for eternity what they long lost and cannot seek. Demons are bound to get lost given that their former selves gave up in life to find a reason to live and exist.

One of the best examples for demons is Ashera Tepes. One who accepted the conditions of the First with the long dream of giving a happier world for his sister, Krul Tepes.

For sure, the day he died as a human, he was born as a vampire, he sought for his sister only to find her in her last breaths. But instead of allowing her to travel through the course of life no matter how painful it was, he made a choice for her. Krul didn't have a voice but rather his brother. The consequence? Krul was unable to die; she as a vampire was tired of living endlessly, with a never changing body, being unable to walk under the sun, being unable to walk on the path on which humanity walks and most importantly, being unable to the be ruler of her life.

Furthermore, even if he felt gratitude towards the First, what did Ashera even fulfilled? Did he have a personal dream for him? It will forever be unknown...he became someone that fed on desires given that demons have a chained need to them.

Then. What is to "find a reason to live?"

To find a reason, is to find a purpose, to give meaning to one's existance. It's not receiving or giving to someone given that people will be part of your path; but rather, it's actually deciding what you want to do, what dreams you want to achieve, to cry, to get angry, to stand up once again.

It's to literally choose why you want to keep standing, why a new day is a new opportunity, it's deciding your path for your own, not choosing for others but you alone, it's defining what makes you "you". What defines you exactly as the current being existing.

This couls be compared to our daily lives. What do we want to reach? You get emotion thanks to someone's art, speech, actions; then something like a flame bursts giving a fiery passion like emotion, and so, our actions begin but they're not made for selfishness. When you draw, when you create your first piece, what is it that you feel? When you manage to play your first song, what is it that you feel? When you make your first discovery, what kind of emotion is born? When you create your first story, what do you feel? When you conclude and give birth to new ideals, what is what your heart feels? When you pursuit a goal such as becoming number one or aiming to be first place or managing to do something that gives fulfillment, what kind of emotions are born?

But most importantly..

This is a delicate thread between being selfish vs giving love to one's self, embracing the concept of one's existance and walking firmly in this trip called life.

The squad right now, are having their own agenda, not Guren's, not Ferid's, not Mahiru's, nor Rigr's. But their own. They found a beacon of light but said beacon is motivating them to fight for what they want to achieve, for the very goals they have along finding for each other why they want to live and see a new tomorrow.

Mitsuba is slowly finding a reason, so will the boys do so as well.

Lastly, what differences humans from vampires in general, is that humans have the right to walk under the light for the very reason they keep fighting. Whereas vampires long lost the opportunity for that. They long abandoned the righteous path that would let them have a human heart.

Humans on the contrary, strive down a path until they leave a mark on the world. The memories they bury on Earth dance between the hearts of people they managed to connect with. And so it begins once again in a new cycle.

That's my answer.

What do you think dear readers? Let me know!

[comphy-and-cozy]

bloodonmyhands - Pierre Luc Dubois

Pairing: Pierre Luc Dubois x Reader

Summary: When you run into your ex at the bar, a kind stranger helps you to take your mind off of him.

Word Count: 3.2K

Warnings: Allusions to former cheating relationship. Alcohol use. Smut (18+ ONLY). Semi-public sexual acts. Oral sex (m + f receiving), fingering (f receiving).

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The lights in the bar are dim and the speakers blare a Classic Rock mix. Patrons mingle in the crowded room, milling about with sweating glasses and thin, flimsy napkins littering the tables.

You, on the other hand, are seated at the bar, watching the bartenders work. Your half-finished tequila soda rests in front of you, waiting for you to down the rest and replenish it.

“Drinking to forget something?” an unfamiliar voice says beside you. In your peripheral vision, you see a tattooed hand slide across the bar, setting his cocktail glass down.

You grimace, savoring the burn of tequila in your throat. “You could say that.”

“Something or someone?”

“The latter, unfortunately,” you say, draining the remainder of your drink. “You?”

The man follows suit, the ice in his glass clinking as he sets it back down on the bar. He gestures to your drink and his own, signaling to the bartender for another round. You can’t help but notice the sheer size of his hand and the tattoos dotted up his muscular arm.

“Didn’t know I needed a reason to buy a pretty girl a drink,” he says. It surprises you how smooth he is; paired with his good looks and that glint in his eye, you get the strange sense of danger. But instead of being scared, you're surprised to find that it sort of thrills you.

“Name’s Pierre,” he says. Pierre.

You give him your name at the same time the bartender returns with both of your drinks. Pierre raises his glass in a toast. “To forgetting.”

“Cheers to that,” you say, taking a generous swig of your drink.

“Who’re you trying to forget about drinking that much tequila?”

Your stomach sinks at the memory the question triggers. You don’t know this man from Adam, but there’s something about him, along with the tequila, that loosens your tongue. Maybe it’d be good to let it out a little bit. “Ex boyfriend.”

Pierre’s eyebrows raise slightly. “You are here drinking over an ex?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He glances over at you, his eyes trailing down your figure. Heat courses through you under his gaze. “You seem like the heartbreaking type.”

“Unfortunately not this time,” you reply, a wry smile on your face. You're not really in the mood to re-hash the details, and fortunately, he seems inclined to let you keep your privacy.

"Well, whatever happened, I think it's safe to say that they don't deserve you anyways if they're going to leave a rocket like you drinking alone at the bar over them."

The image of Blake's face flashes through your mind. You know you deserve better, that Pierre is right and Blake doesn't deserve your tears. You might not be able to stop the hurt, but you can dust yourself off and move on with your life.

So you let Pierre flirt with you, let yourself flirt back a little bit. It certainly doesn't harm your ego to have a good-looking man hitting on you.

The sight of Blake strutting into the bar makes your blood turn cold. You feel your throat go dry, your heart racing. It’s the first time you’ve seen him since you broke up and seeing him—feeling his presence—makes your heart ache like the first day.

Pierre’s in the middle of a story, but you stopped listening as soon as you saw the familiar head of hair.

“He’s here.”

Your companion stops speaking, reads the expression on your face; you’re sure it’s one of worry, of uncertainty, of pain. “Which one is he?”

“Blue shirt. Beard. Next to the guy in the black hat by the pool table.” His eyes follow yours, searching until he nods in acknowledgment. Then he reaches a hand to gently touch your face, turning your jaw to face him until your eyes follow. His gaze is grounding, steady.

“You want a shot?”

“Please.”

Pierre flags the bartender down again, this time ordering two shots of Patron. Against the bar, he scoots in a bit closer to you, blocking your view of Blake, which you’re simultaneously grateful for and annoyed by. Somehow, it seems you've acquired a stranger protector. He's also providing a steady stream of alcohol, so you aren't exactly complaining.

Before long, the shots are placed in front of you, along with a small tray of limes as well as a salt shaker.

Your eyes lock with Pierre's as he takes your arm, lowering his tongue to your forearm. It’s warm against your skin, his eyes never leaving yours as he licks a stripe up the flesh. He sprinkles the salt on it, readying the lime. You shiver when he licks your skin again, going slower this time to collect the salt on his tongue.

Pierre lifts the shot glass to his lips, throwing his head back as he downs the clear liquid, not flinching an inch before sucking on the lime. His lips, coated in lime juice, curl up into a smile; it’s your turn.

Your tongue runs over the dark ink on his forearm like you've been dreaming of doing from the moment you laid eyes on him. The salt is strong on your tongue, and the tequila burns your throat on the way down. Pierre's fingers brush against yours as he hands you the lime, sending a wave of heat up your arm. The sharp citrus juice soothes the burn, though it does nothing to quell the heat that's begun to simmer beneath your skin.

He smiles, gazing at you like you're the only person in the room. It's intoxicating, almost as much as the tequila flowing through your system.

“C’mon.”

Pierre takes your hand, leading you through the crowd. You follow willingly until you realize he's drawing you closer to where Blake is standing with his friends, a seltzer can loose in his hand. All at once, you stop, trying to pull back. “Pierre, I don’t—”

“Trust me.”

He says it so solemnly, his eyes pleading. Between the warmth of his hand and the buzz of the tequila, you can't find it in you to say no. So, you leap over the cliff and let him lead you into the lion's den.

And then, once he's led you to the dance floor, Pierre stops, lifting your hand to twirl you around before his hand pulls you against his body. It’s solid, warm, and huge behind you, and you are both impressed and embarrassed at how quickly it distracts you. Transfixed by the slow, sultry beat of the music, it isn’t long before your hips are rolling against him, his hands pressed into your sides. Behind you, you can feel him against your ass.

You’re vaguely aware of Blake’s presence somewhere on your right, but Pierre’s hands tug you closer to him, forcing you to follow his own hips to the beat, silently pulling your attention back to him. Heat pools between your thighs at his strength, the thought of those tattooed arms bracketing your head while he hovers over you and—

Your train of thought exits your brain abruptly when you feel Pierre’s lips grazing over the skin of your neck. Goosebumps erupt over your skin despite its scorching temperature. His breath is hot, his scruff scratching at the sensitive flesh before his tongue darts out to taste; an involuntary moan leaves you and you feel his lips curl up into a smile. He drags his teeth up the column of your neck, nipping at your jaw before his mouth presses against your ear. “He’s watching.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and without missing a beat, Pierre continues his leisurely exploration of your exposed skin. Daring a glance over in Blake’s direction, you find that Pierre is right: he’s staring, watching this man—this stranger—devour you on the dance floor like a teenager at a high school dance.

You let him, because it’s a wordless statement that you are free to do with your body what you choose, and that includes letting some guy at the bar feel you up on the dance floor. The action is far more powerful than it seems. And it lights you on fire.

Blake’s eyes lock with yours at the same time Pierre’s hands begin snaking their way over your front, roaming over your hips and along your sides, like he’s putting on a show. You let him, partially just because you can, though you'd be lying if you said it didn't feel sinfully good for more reasons than one.

Jealousy ripples over Blake’s face, gaze glued to where tattooed arms wrap around your body.

“He can’t keep his eyes off us,” Pierre murmurs in your ear, splaying his fingers wide over the tops of your thighs. Blake’s face tightens and he abruptly turns away. Pierre breathes a laugh against your neck. “Guess I wouldn’t want to take my eyes off you, either.”

His sultry whisper makes you melt. How is he so fucking smooth?

Your body molds against his for the remainder of the song. His heat leeches into you, hands caressing warmth into your skin until it’s pooling between your thighs, throbbing wantonly. Blake is a distant thought, your main concern being how to keep those two large hands anywhere on your body.

Another song passes, then two, then three, until there is a definitively soaked patch of cotton and a desirous throb between your thighs. Pierre isn't much better off, his erection pressing firmly against your ass with every roll of your hips.

“Come with me,” he says. His voice is low, sultry. You allow him to lace his fingers with yours, following him as he leads you out of the throng of people. Casting a quick glance over your shoulder, your eyes lock with Blake’s one last time before he’s swallowed up by the crowd.

It's not until you register the questionable tile floor and the near-overflowing trash can full of paper towel that you realize he's led you into the bathroom.

“What are we doing in here?”

“You want to make him jealous, right?”

It did feel good, you admit, seeing the envious rage contorted on Blake's face as he watched Pierre run his hands all over your body. After all that he put you through, he deserved to sweat a little, to know you’re off forgetting about him in the arms of another man. So you nod your head yes.

Pierre smirks, and your heart flares at the mischief in his eyes, that sense of danger alerting the flags in your head. It’s intoxicating, the temptation far too strong for you to resist. “He just watched us come in here together. You can put the pieces together.”

And all at once, they do, merging together to create a crystal clear picture. The self-gratification at the image of his face, thinking of all of the thoughts that must be running through his head, makes your head spin with power.

Your heart thuds when you think about all of the things he could be picturing you and Pierre doing. You imagine doing them. You remember the feeling of his lips against your neck, of the heat from his breath skittering across your skin.

The slow, leisurely pace of his gaze crawling down your frame is hard to miss. His eyes return to meet yours, his eyes suddenly darker and a little smirk on his face. An eyebrow raises—a silent question.

It’s your turn to trail your gaze down his body. You let your eyes linger on his zipper before murmuring, “Thank you for letting me exact some revenge on a shitty ex.”

Pierre smiles. “It’s nothing.”

Stepping forward to close the gap between your bodies, you turn your gaze upward to look at him. “Please let me extend my gratitude.”

His smile grows wider and he laughs. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Before you know it, you’re on your knees on the questionable tile floor, a stranger’s dick in your hand. Another glance up. “You clean?”

“I know it may not seem like it, but yeah, I’m clean,” he says.

You hum, then turn your attention back to the erection in your fist, the skin smooth as you stroke him. He's hard—you're pleased to know he's as turned on by the prospect of hooking up with a hot stranger in the bathroom as you are—and your mouth waters when you train your eyes on the flushed tip.

Licking a strike up the underside of his length, you flick your gaze up to meet his. Slowly, you work him between your lips, tonguing the vein that runs through the velvet skin. When you pull off, you spit the excess saliva over his shaft.

Pierre groans. "Should've known you were gonna be filthy."

The compliment leeches warmth through you, smiling innocently up at him. "Me?"

"You were grinding up on me way too good to not be a freak in the bedroom."

You laugh, silencing his quip by wrapping your fist tighter around him before you press him between your lips again. Your head begins to bob up and down and you relish the weight of him on your tongue. His eyes are molten as they watch you, eyes absorbing the sight of his length disappearing between your lips.

The grunts and groans falling out of Pierre's mouth are gorgeous, sending heat straight between your legs. His fingers card through your hair, hand coming to rest gently behind your head to keep your mouth on him. When your free hand moves to cup at his balls, he stutters through a sentence of nonsensical words. You do make out a fuck in the middle of it, though.

Pierre chokes out a warning, head falling back in a groan of ecstasy as he pulses warmth over your tongue and down your throat. Dark eyes watch your tongue lick at your lips, cleaning off the excess saliva as you accept his hand to stand up.

“Well, as much as I very much appreciate your thank you, I have something to confess.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“I was gonna make a move on you regardless," he confesses, jerking his head toward the door, where Blake is probably still standing dumbfounded and wondering what you're doing. "He just gave me my opportunity.”

Pierre’s hand grazes your side, caressing your hip very similarly to the way it did earlier on the dance floor. He leans in close, the scruff littering his jaw scratching against your cheek as he whispers in your ear, “Knew I wanted to taste your pussy as soon as I saw you earlier.”

Your breath hitches—you've never done anything like this, and yet you can't help but fall further and further into this man's temptations. There's a chemistry there you can't quite name, the kind that makes your skin hot and starts a low pulse between your thighs.

"Well, don't let me stop you from achieving your dreams," you whisper. You're rewarded with the soft exhale of a chuckle against the shell of your ear, his fingers digging into your sides like he's trying to contain his excitement.

His answer is to slot his mouth over yours, kissing you hotly while his hands explore lower, skating over the curve of your ass before large hands are grasping at it. "Fuck, this ass. Saw it across the damn room in this tight little skirt. Can't tell you how hard it was to control myself when you were grinding it all over me."

You preen, lip slipping between your teeth while he massages the flesh. Your back arches into him, melting under the knead of his hands. A low sigh escapes your throat followed quickly by the soft whisper of his name.

Pierre's hand slinks between your bodies, fingers dancing toward the edge of your skirt. His tongue slips into your mouth at the same time his hand slides beneath your hem and over your panties. You're not sure what to focus on, your senses ablaze with his lips on yours and his fingertips dancing against your entrance.

A gasp escapes when his fingers brush against your clit.

Once he feels the wetness between your thighs, even through the lace of your panties, Pierre growls and begins making a path with his lips down your neck, then your chest, then your stomach, all the way to the waist of your skirt, until he's kneeling before you. His breath is hot against your stomach, a pair of wicked eyes glancing up at you with his fingers between your legs—seeking permission to continue.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Pierre makes quick work of your skirt, shoving it upward to pool above your hips, before he returns to the apex of your thighs. Hot breath skitters over your already hot center, his tongue darting out to tease you. You can't help the whine that leaves your mouth at the tiniest bit of relief.

Two large fingers hook into your panties, tugging them to the side to reveal your center to him. Pierre's eyes grow darker, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he takes in the sight of you.

"Knew it'd be wet and pretty," he murmurs. Pressing forward, his lips brush against your clit when his tongue flits against your entrance. He groans, gutturally, like he just bit into a decadent chocolate cake. "Knew you'd taste amazing, too."

Pierre doesn't say much after that, doesn't need to once he spreads you open with two fingers to allow the space to press his face between your thighs. Your fingers card through his gelled hair, steering him until he's in the perfect place for you to rock against him. His tongue delves deep into your core, tasting you and licking, nipping, and sucking along the way, drinking in the nectar that drips into his mouth while he works you into a frenzy.

A loud gasp leaves your throat when his hand joins his mouth, a finger gliding through your folds in tandem with his tongue. He slips the digit into you, his lips wrapping around your clit to send a jolt of ecstasy through your system. "Tight little cunt you have. Can't believe that idiot would ever let this go. Fucking perfect."

Something about hearing Pierre's wanton groan while feasting on your center earns a gush of arousal and a soft whine of his name. His eyes look up at you while his mouth is latched onto you, and it's the wink along with the flick of his tongue that has you hurtling into euphoria. Your fingers latch into his perfectly coiffed curls, keeping him pressed against you until every last wave of pleasure washes away.

His cheeks are flushed when he rises from between your thighs, lips coated in a sheen of saliva and your orgasm. After darting his tongue out to taste, he's standing up, cupping your face, pulling you toward him to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. The taste of you melds with the taste of his tongue, oozing warmth through your veins.

Your body is still thrumming when he pulls away, hands reaching out to shimmy your skirt back over your hips. His eyes graze down your figure, and the thought of dropping to your knees again flits across your mind.

Fortunately, it seems he's got a similar idea. "You know what else I thought about when we were dancing?"

"What's that?"

"Bending you over and fucking you in nothing but this tiny little skirt."

A fresh wave of arousal rushes through you, making your heart skitter in your chest. "You want to call the Uber, or should I?"

Author's Note: This felt like an appropriate theme for my first ever PLD fic. Dirty, hot, and quick. ;)

Taglist: @lam-ila @ashloveshockey @cellythefloshie @smileysvech @senditcolton

@fallinallincurls

[hockeyboysimagines]

I need some fuckboy PLD vibes with a sprinkle of prompt “Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.” -- you know who 😏 p.s. it doesn't have to be smutty

You always pick the best requests @cellythefloshie the first of the blurbs!!

For you🤍

It wasn’t even fair. You thought to yourself as you watched the muscle in his forearm flex as he popped the cap off the beer bottle and tossed it in the trash before turning and making his way back over.

Pierre’s apartment was warm and cozy compared the the dark and cold that it was outside and while you’d been there for hours, this was your first and only beer you were having.

“Thanks.” You said as he handed it to you. You didn’t even like beer, but when he offered you said yes on instinct and now you had to drink it.

He was surveying you over the neck of his bottle and smiled.

“You look so awkward.”

You breathed out a laugh “I feel awkward.”

“Around me?” He pointed to himself and made a face “Why?”

You’d known him a little while now, but up until this point you’d only hung out in a group or out in public at a bar. Never alone like this but you’d been intrigued when he asked. It had been fine so far, but the longer you spent there the more you wanted to know what he wanted. It had been hours of talking and surely, that couldn’t be the sole reason he’d invited you over.

“I don’t know. We’ve never hung out just you and I before. Is there a reason why you wanted to?”

He stared at you for a second and then shrugged “I don’t know. I just like hanging out with you. Do I have to have a reason?”

“No i-“

“Or do you want me to have a reason?”

You opened your mouth to speak and then closed it. You were acutely aware of how small the couch you were seated on was and in reality there was only a couch cushion between you. He had his legs spread out in front of him, bottle resting on his upper thigh, arm braced on arm of the sofa.

You gulped “No. I was just…wondering is all.” You said looking at your lap.

“Like you wanted me to say what? That I want to hang out because I want to fuck you?”

You raised your head very slowly, meeting his eye “What?”

“You heard me.”

“I mean-I mean do you want to?”

“Want to what?” he asked eyes twinkling mischievously as he leaned forward.

You backed up and coughed “You know.”

“Say it.”

You cleared your throat, cheeks burning and said very quietly “Do you want-“

“Mmmmmm can’t hear you.”

You squirmed and crossed your legs but raised your chin and spoke louder “Do you want to fuck me?” Your eyes started to water and your face felt like it was on fire. You were sure it was fire red, and the botches were making their way down your neck and chest.

“Yes. I do.” He said simply before he leaned in to kiss you, tongue first.

It was hot. It was wet. It was messy.

The beer in his hand hit the floor and rolled, spilling suds across the hardwood but he didn’t even seem to notice. You set yours down as he pushed you up the couch, fingers gripping the back of your neck. Your senses were on overload as you kissed him back, almost too dazed by it to even participate but after a few moments you gained your focus. He gripped your arms, pulling you over so you were straddling him on the couch. He twisted both of his hands in your hair, bucking his hips up to meet yours.

You had never had as much pleasure in your life as you were right now. His hands down down your chest, to your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

He raised his arms so you could do his and once it was over his head, he reached up running his tongue across the underside of your jaw. You let your eyes slide closed and let out a shuddering breath.

He stopped kissing you a second, and in one swift moment had you up and off his lap and on your back on the coffee table.

He pulled your underwear and your skirt down your legs, and pushed them apart. He picked up the bottle of beer, and lowered it down over your belly button and poured it, making you gasp. You watched as the beer ran down your sides, pooling on the table and watched as he leaned forward, running his tongue alone the lower part of your abdomen. You let out a strained gasp as he moved upwards, sucking on the skin where the beer had settled and had to bite down on your lip to keep from screaming. You looked down to find him staring at you as he made his way upwards, reaching down to undo the buckle on his belt. You jumped when it clanged against the table leg and watched him lower his jeans and boxers and then paused.

“Wait the blinds-“

“Leave them open.” You breathed out.

He let out a noise of surprise and then grinned “Yes ma'am. Ready?” You nodded and he pushed in, euphoria washing over you in waves as he bottomed out and stayed there a few moments before he pulled out and pushed in again.

You reached a hand up and let your fingernails scrape against his shoulder as he moved again, finding a steady pace. His right hand gripped your waist tightly and his left hand came to rest at the base of your neck, lightly gripping it. You arched your back and pushed your hips up into his, allowing him to go deeper for a moment. He then let out a choked noise.

“Do that again. Again.” He breathed out. You obliged and rolled your hips. The veins in his neck bulged as his head fell back and he gave your neck a squeeze.

“Good girl.” He whispered, looking back down at you and resuming his pushing.

Your legs began to ache and a bubbly warm sensation began to pool somewhere around your lower region. An orgasm that nearly made you pass out, roared through your body and blinded you as you arched your back and made you illicit a noise that was between a moan and a scream. Your vision went cloudy, your ears got foggy and your body was spent by the time it was over. He had his face resting in your neck, breathing heavily for a few minutes before he picked his head up to look at you, and smiled.

“Did you just fuck me on a coffee table in front of your neighbors.” You asked as he pulled out and pulled himself into a kneeling position.

He breathed out a laugh and then nodded “Yes I did. And now I’m going to walk you to your car because I’m a gentleman.”

You nodded and pulled yourself up, taking your underwear from him and collecting your clothing that had been scattered around. He kissed you again before you left his apartment and it was mostly silent as you made your way outside. You turned to him when you reached the parking space.

He leaned against the side of your car and smiled down at you “Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

“Call you?” You questioned.

“Mhm.” He leaned all the way into your space “Or better yet. FaceTime. That’s more fun.”

[erinyaya]

Dreaming of heaven

[inkluvs]

i asked wrong 😭

mid july - “one muse gives the other oral while they drive” with steve?

nonnie baby i’m gen so sorry this took so long i forgot i had this in my drafts </3 tw: smut (18+)

steve harrington x reader

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Steve’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his jaw tight as you pressed your lips against his cock. It wasn’t often he let you do this, caring too much about driving safely to let you hinder his capabilities temporarily, but, god, if he didn’t enjoy himself when you do.

Your eyes were shut as you leaned over the center console, enjoying yourself just as much as he was. Steve thought you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. Your tongue darted out to trail over a vein on the underside of him and he whined, a strangled noise as he tried to find the nearest exit.

“Stop fuckin’ teasin’ babe,” His fingers tangled themselves into your hair strands, the heel of his palm on the wheel.

“Wouldn’t wanna distract you, now, would I?” Your eyes were wide, faux-innocence coating your tone.

“I swear,” he cursed, his voice high and pretty as his hips lifted off the seat. “You’re tryin’ to kill me.”

“You tellin’ me to stop, Harrington?” You wrapped your lips around the head at that, dragging your tongue over the slit. Your hand wrapped around the base, squeezing gently when he failed to respond.

His lips parted in a silent moan, tugging slightly at your hair.

“Shit—, never.” He groaned, low and throaty.

“Gonna sleep good tonight huh, honey? All you needed was a mouth on this cock?”

“Gonna sleep,” He paused, his eyes screwing shut, “So good. Best way to go.”

[writingsfromstarfleet]

[Jean-Luc Picard] - Within Stars

♫ - Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's

A/N: This ones so different from how I would usually write, but I actually love it? I don't know, I think it went really well. I hope you all enjoy, thank you for reading! <3

As he sat at his desk, Captain Picard turned in his chair to gaze outwards towards the stars. As his ship navigated the system, the hum of her warp core resounding through her halls, Jean-Luc had time to ponder his life currently.

Jean-Luc felt grateful that he was in command of the Enterprise. He was thankful that Starfleet had enough trust in him to captain the vessel on her mission, and to entrust him with the safety and protection of the best crew he could ask for. In his time, he had seen so much. War, death and peace treaties broken. But, on the other side, he had also seen the birth of nations and witnessed harmony between feuding races, not to mention the relationships he had formed with his crew.

With William Riker, he had found a friend and someone he most certainly would trust with his own life. He could be rash and bold, but those were qualities that made a good XO, and an even better Starfleet officer. Jean-Luc trusted Will with so much, and he was happy to have him by his side.

With Data, he had found a curious soul. Someone who he knew looked up to him, and so Jean-Luc had told himself that he always would be as open and protective of Data as he could. The android had so much respect for the captain, it was hard not to feel as though he was in someway, almost like a son. Data was one of the most gifted officers Picard had ever seen, Starfleet or otherwise, and he knew for a fact how lucky he was that Data was stationed on his ship.

With Worf, Deanna, Beverly Geordi, he had found a mismatched set of people, with completely different backgrounds. And yet, despite that, they had all become a family of their own. The captain reminisced with a small chuckle at how little they knew of each other on their first days, and how quiet the ship was before. Not many conversations outside of work-related topics happened, and even then it was only when necessary. But now, this whole crew laughed and chatted as though they had known each other forever.

Jean-Luc felt that was his proudest achievement.

Then, there was you.

Picard had not forgotten you. How could he? You had a special place in his mind and his heart, but what it was he was not sure. You were a Lieutenant, and a hardworking one at that. Around the crew, you were a ray of sunshine, always making people smile or laugh whenever you were around. Even Data had taken to you, and often you both could be found having a drink in Ten Forward, discussing some very random topics.

Jean-Luc smiled at the thought. He was too proud to ever ask you for a drink, or to discuss literature with him. In his mind, Picard thought that the difference in rank may make things uncomfortable or improper, especially when it came to the next shift. He was well aware that many captains before him, and no doubt after him, had done such things, but for some reason he felt it wouldn't be right. Still, he pondered perhaps asking you the next time he saw you.

You.

Jean-Luc always smiled at the thought of you. His mind ran away with the images in his head, the ones where you are doing the most mundane things. Sitting there in the mess hall reading away at research for the science labs. Enjoying some time in Ten Forward, often drawing. Or the times you were simply walking from place one to two. All those times Picard had seen you, and he thought each time you were beautiful.

Occasionally, he would catch you in one of the study halls, where he often came to relax because it was quiet. You would greet him with kind eyes and a warm smile. Oh, that smile. It was etched into his mind as though carved from stone. When you smiled, your whole face lit up like you were made of the stars themselves. To him, that was art. Those times, you would invite him to sit with you where the conversation would evolve to the pair of you getting lost in discussion of the classics. Often, he would talk of Shakespeare and you would introduce him to some new alien works you had found.

It was rare to find you not chirpy and upbeat. That was not to say it didn't happen, and Picard thought back to the most prominent incident he had remembered.

An away mission had gone awry and you were stranded on the planet below, accompanied by Data and Will. A safety blanket, you knew that you were protected down there with them. But, it was tough and the three of you had almost died. Beaming back onto the ship, Picard was waiting in the transporter room for you all, when you fell into his arms.

Will had seen the wreck you were in, and assured Picard that if he wished to tend to you, he could handle everything else. Not one to abandon his duties, Jean-Luc was about to argue when he caught sight of Will's face, a look that said to him not to argue.

Jean-Luc held you up, and you limped with him back to your quarters. He could tell you were not your usual self in that moment. It was understandable, those kind of experiences would rattle even the most seasoned officers, something he had noticed even in Will. But, you were not used to those kinds of situations, and he knew that you probably needed someone with you.

Sitting you on your bed, Jean-Luc grabbed a towel and some water from your bathroom and sat down besides you, taking in your form for the first time since you arrived back. You looked awful. Not unkindly, mind you. He still thought you looked beautiful. But, you looked exhausted, and had quite clearly been through some things. Your eyes were not sparkling as they once were and your face showed no sign of that smile he had come to adore.

As he took the towel to your face and started to clean the dirt and blood away, you placed your hand on his knee and squeezed lightly. The captain noticed a tear fall from your eyes, and he sighed. The last thing he wanted was you to be unhappy. Your head fell onto his chest and tears had begun to fall fast. The stress of that mission had taken its toll, and you could hold back no longer. Whispering his name, your whole body shook.

Jean-Luc's heart hurt for you. He wanted to chase it all away, to make you forget what had happened. He leaned back carefully, pulling you close into him and wrapping his arms around your body. You sunk in, and he rested his cheek on the top of your head. Picard began to talk, telling you things would be okay and comforting you to the best of his ability. Slowly, your tears stopped falling and your breathing had regulated. You were calm once more, and Jean-Luc's mind relaxed a little.

As you both lay there, Picard was aware of the proximity, and he had not expected to be lying in your quarters with you in his arms under any circumstance. However, he had tried to tell himself that it was him doing his duty as a captain for one of his crew. He knew he was lying, but he didn't care. You were his top priority, and that was what mattered.

Soon, your breathing had gone shallow and your body had gotten a little heavier. Jean-Luc knew you were asleep. Something in him told him to stay. So, he did. He stayed until he had fallen asleep himself, content with the knowledge that you were safe and cared for, and finally at ease.

Thinking back to all these memories, the good and the bad, Jean-Luc found himself idly fiddling with his ring finger and his eyes had widened.

That's when it clicked in him.

Jean-Luc Picard loved you.

The captain sat upright, his eyes still fixed onto the stars outside as thoughts ran amok in his head about his new realization. It made sense now.

Each fleeting glance, each pining thought in his spare time. You were not like any other crew member to him. He finally understood all the protective feelings, the heartache when you cried and the joy when you laughed. That feeling that ran through his soul when he heard you talk.

Jean-Luc Picard was completely, truly and incandescently in love with you.

What would he do about it? In due course, he was not sure. But for now he was content in the knowledge that it was love, and his heart was full. With that, the Captain sat back in his chair and his eyes gazed out once more onto the stars, his mind at ease and a newfound eagerness for the next day to come.

[warpfive]

💛 for Jean-Luc? I'm happy to see you active again. I look forward to reading your work!

💛 Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

yes i do, but like everything concerning jean-luc, he'll approach it in a different way totally unique to him. he doesn't drop very obvious hints, like a brush of hands or glancing at your lips. his method is done more quietly and carefully. in spite of his walls, jean-luc is a very loving and caring person - his way of dropping hints is done all to your benefit. offering tea when you're upset, putting in a good word to your superiors, assuring your ideas are listened to, giving genuine advice with no judgement.

he likes to think he's being so subtle, and he usually is. but for all his grace and intelligence, jean-luc does get flustered easily. if you respond to his little hints of affection and start reciprocating, it won't take long to catch him staring with a blush.

prompt list ( still accepting! )

[svnflower-writes]

Hey, if you are up to it can you write something with Nikolai Lantsov, where the main character is his first army general. and Maybe in a battle the mc got hurt very badly, And Nikolai is fully heart broken and panicked But still trying to play it cool so no one would realise he has feelings for her. So he goes to meet her late at night in her tent, just to check in, and you know make it a little hurt comfort fluff, or maybe add some angst, Up to you. I just need inspiration for a new before bed scenario/daydream

Nikolai Lantsov x fem!first army general!reader

Warnings: blood, injuries

thanks for the request!!

ok wait i’ve never written for the grishaverse so this may be terrible but we’ll see (also i wasn’t sure if you wanted him to be with the mc already or not but i made it an established relationship i hope that's okay xx) (I actually kind of hate this one ngl not my best work i'm so sorry but i hope its okay)

y/n isn’t used because i know a lot of people don’t like it, she/her pronouns used for reader

hurt/comfort + reader uses humour as a crutch A LOT + nikolai is very scared of being a disappointment :( 

Many of Nikolai’s army generals have been hurt, and it always upsets him. But right now? It’s taking every ounce of self control not to go find you and hold you in his arms—but that would be weird on many different levels, partly because no one in the first army—or the world, at that—knew anything about what was going on between the two of you. It was only the early stages of your relationship, you’d been officially dating for a month. Although Nikolai wanted to tell people, you did not out of fear that your fellow members of the first army would see you differently—and Nikolai was a respectful man, he would never push you into anything you weren’t ready for.

So, when he heard the news that you were hurt, he had only just managed to keep himself from asking an obscene amount of questions as to where you were and how long ago the injuries had taken place, keeping it to a simple: “please make sure she gets her injuries treated to as soon as possible.” 

Two hours after he had received the news, he sat in his tent, trying his hardest to get at least a little bit of sleep but failing miserably as he kept tossing and turning wondering if you were okay. He almost felt stupid, being so worried about you (he knew you were strong and you would get through this perfectly, and he had complete faith in you) but he really couldn’t help it. After another half an hour, he realised that he wasn’t going to get any sleep unless he knew you were okay. So, in the earliest hours of the morning, before the sun had even begun to bathe the army camp in warm light, he pulled himself out of bed. He hurriedly got changed and began his walk to your tent. 

He arrived at your tent and quietly asked, “it’s Nikolai, can I come in?”

There was a short moment of silence before you responded, “yeah, of course. Was wondering when you’d show up.”

Once he was inside the tent, he looked around. His eyes seemed to soften at the sight of you alive and well, and a small smile graced his lips. “I’m kind of surprised you’re still up, darling. You should be sleeping so that you heal faster.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “and yet, here you are. In my tent, keeping me awake.”

He grinned slightly, “just had to make sure you were okay.”

“Hmm, so you do this for every general who gets hurt? That must take you a lot of time—very thoughtful of you.” your teasing smirk made his heart leap slightly.

“Well, you are very hurt, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, speaking of me being very hurt, could you pass me that fresh bandage? And the tray next to it?”

He instantly grabbed the bandage and tray, “are you okay?” 

You nodded quickly, “yeah, some of the stitches broke just before you came in—I don’t want to wake up anyone so I figured I’d just do it myself.” 

Nikolai frowned, “absolutely not.”

You sighed, “you’re not letting me fix the stitches? Do you want me to bleed out?”

“I just don’t want you to have to do it yourself, you deserve to have someone tending to your wounds.”

You scoffed lightly, a playful grin painting your features. “So are you going to tend to my wounds, your highness?” 

“Yes.” 

You blinked quickly, doing a double take. “What?” 

He smirked, “I said yes.” 

“I thought you’d just get someone-”

“Absolutely not.” he repeated his earlier words, “I’m going to help my girlfriend heal as soon as you possibly can, and I will do whatever I can to help you.”

As he took care of your stitches, the two of you sat in a comfortable silence until he spoke up. 

“I was terrified when I heard that you were hurt.” 

You watched his face carefully as he continued to speak. 

“Couldn’t even sleep, I was so worried.” 

You gently took his hand in yours, pressing a soft kiss to it before laughing gently, “well, if you think you were scared, imagine how I must have felt.” 

Nikolai didn’t laugh with you, “that’s exactly what I was thinking. You were hurt and I wasn’t there for you when you got hurt and I should have been there and–” 

You shut him up with a quick kiss, “no, don’t say that. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault. You couldn’t have known.” 

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Now focus on making sure I don’t bleed out, and then we can cuddle.”

[prettyboypistol]

Star Trek TNG Men Reacting to a Sudden Confession! (x M!Reader)(mutual pining)

(Worf, Data, Will, Picard, Geordi)

Worf

Surprised, but very confused and refuses to show it

Mentally freaking out but physically stoic, rejects you at first- then asks to think about it- then accepts your feelings about three days later.

Asks if you are joking initially and orders you back to your station, but you stay in his mind for every waking moment(and asleep moment!) thinking about how a human/klingon romance would work between two men... two men kissing... battling for dom-"YES WORF SPEAKING WHAT IS NEEDED?"

Data

"as an artificial intelligence bot, I-" chat GPT aa

Curious and asks a bunch of questions (how did you know you were in love? What made you confess? What about me drew you to romantic attraction?)

Would accept your feelings and offer a trial relationship period to see and study how people act in romantic situations- after all, that information is hard to come by!

Will/Riker

RizzLord96 over here with a charming smile and a witty remark to your confession. If he's in the mood, he'll kiss your hand and remark about he knew he still had it.

He gives "fuck on the first date" energy, so just like... be prepared?

He'd call you cute for confessing and charms you to death with flirty remarks but mentally freaking about how to handle this.

Picard

maaaan rip this man will insta reject you even if he likes you back. He's so sacrificial that he'll tell you "it's for the greater good"

Just know that you're all he thinks about.

You're like a plague in his mind, a fever he can't sweat out. Definitely regrets his actions for a long while when you give him longing stares from across the hallways.

Geordi

Probably the most chill out of the group ngl a "really? Me?" and a "Wow, I never expected you to like me back, man."

little shy smiles from across the room and awkward waves, lunch minidates where you two lowkey dance around actually flirting but the mutual affection is clear as day to anyone who sees you two

secret Lore

RIP TO LORE HE HAS NEVER ENCOUNTERED THIS BEFORE

"Oh! Of course I knew this was coming. It was obviously written all over your face." (he did not know and it's burning up his wires inside that he's flustered)

short circuits a little bit but acts all high and mighty about "seducing" you so easily.

[aerospas]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; their pet for you - tng characters

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ; ᵇᵉᵛᵉʳˡʸ, ᵈᵃᵗᵃ, ᵈᵉᵃⁿⁿᵃ, ᵍᵉᵒʳᵈᶦ, ʳᶦᵏᵉʳ, ᵗᵃˢʰᵃ, ᵖᶦᶜᵃʳᵈ

( DEAR ) my dear ; with a glance, they convey a warmth that melts away the world's worries, leaving only a sense of belonging in their presence. their gentle touch soothes the heart, each caress a reminder of the love shared between kindred spirits.

data, picard

( HONEY ) honey ; a sweet moniker that encapsulates their essence of warmth and tenderness. their gentle gestures speak volumes, echoing the language of love in every embrace and tender word exchanged. their gaze holds a depth of understanding, as if they see straight into the core of your being, recognizing you not just as a friend, but as an indispensable part of their life.

beverly, deanna, riker

( ANGEL ) angel ; in their eyes, you are not just a partner, but a cherished soulmate, a beacon of light guiding them through life's journey. it's more than just a title; it's a recognition of the light you bring into their life, illuminating their path with warmth and tenderness.

geordi, tasha

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: ideally, i would have included worf, but i didn't feel like any of them fit him, sorry!