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jakescaravel · 7 months

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A Lovey Promise

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 4,718

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, being tipsy, friends to lovers, kissing, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dares, teasing, dom Jake, hickeys, praise, very very slight allusions to pain (only briefly), orgasm denial, 18+ MDNI!!!

Summary: Your best friend, dripping with a level of confidence that slightly annoys you, delivers an offer, a bet that you simply can't refuse...

6 empty shot glasses sit on the coffee table in front of you thanks to you and Jake’s ongoing tradition. That being shots and a movie, always picked at random (that part being very important), at least once a month although it usually ends up being more.

You lay on the couch curled into Jake’s side underneath a warm comforter. Your hand softly rests on his chest, feeling the gentle beat of his heart along with the subtle ruse and fall of his chest. His arm wraps around you, cocooning you in your shared world of peace, calming you in a way only capable by Jake. It’s so easy to feel safe with him like this. Sometimes when the two of you hang out, you forget that anyone else exists at all. Just the two of you in his small, old apartment.

The cuddling is entirely platonic of course. Not many people understand you and Jake’s friendship, but to the two of you, it makes perfect sense. Sure you guys cuddle and hang out constantly, and maybe you’ve shared a few makeout sessions after having one too many, but those were just “mistakes”. He’s your best friend. And nothing more.

You’re definitely feeling the alcohol and Jake must be as well due to his slightly slurred speech and uncensored Jake commentary.

“Whaddyou think ‘bout the movie Lovey?”

You can feel his head turn towards yours when he speaks, chin resting atop your head, although you can’t see his face. His use of your nickname warms your heart. Especially because of the way it floats off his adorably inebriated tongue. You had earned that nickname after buying a boyfriend of yours flowers years ago- an act Jake thought to be silly and just plain backwards. (“You’re such a hopeless romantic, you’re so lovey dovey, it's honestly sickening. What, does this guy not buy you flowers? Do I need to have a talk with him? Bet he doesn’t fuck you right either…)

The name stuck ever since, but of course you love it.

“I don’t really know what's going on to be honest.”

“Yeah… itsnot very good.” He states matter of factly before a yawn passes his lips. “Oh look, they're kissing, finally some action!”

Huffing a laugh at his almost childlike revelation, you sit up a little taller and turn your head back toward the screen. The two characters, nameless due to your lack of attention, sit on a couch, hands chasing after each other. She moans into the kiss, parting her lips for him as he lays her down on the couch. Your thighs clench together on their own accord and you could have sworn it’s subtle, but Jake lets out a giggle.

You decide to ignore him completely with your eyes still glued to the screen. Jake’s remarks have stopped, telling you he’s watching just as intently as you, and all of a sudden you’re very aware of how close you are to him. His breathing, his hair ticking your face, his smell. He always smells so good, fresh and clean, but buried below a layer of sweat and musk. So Jake, so perfect.

You wonder what he's thinking about. Maybe if he too notices the proximity of your bodies, or the way your breathing has slowly picked up.

The man’s hand drifts down as the girl let’s out another overly dramatic moan. Of course the screen doesn’t really show anything, but it sure leaves a lot to the imagination, letting your mind wander without hopes of stopping.

Jake shifts on the couch, his hand falling from around your shoulder to land around your hip. He pulls you closer to him and speaks again, but this time the playful quality to his voice is gone, and all that’s left is a low grumble.

“Do you think she’s enjoying it?” His other hand comes to your chin, pulling your face to look at him.

“What?” You try to look away from his eyes, the heated stare overwhelming you in your current flustered state, but his grip tightens forcing you to stare straight into his piercing brown eyes.

“Do you think that girl is having fun?” His lips curl into an alluring smile when he sees your slightly panicked state, releasing his hand from your chin, but not before quickly letting his thumb dart over your cheek.

You force yourself to maintain the contact, his dark gaze pulling you deeper into your thoughts and he offers you a smile that too closely resembles a smirk. You curse the heat growing between your legs at just the sight of that stupid smug look you want so badly to wipe from his face. Taking a grounding breath, you answer as if he hasn’t affected you at all.

“Yeah I mean she’s moaning like a pornstar so it can’t be that bad.”

He turns back to the screen nodding slowly, his lips pursed. “Well this guy is clearly not experienced.”

You look back to the screen, questioning it for yourself. You guess you haven't really been paying attention to the details. It’s funny how anything slightly erotic just shuts off the brain, causing it to act like a horny sex zombie.

“Yeah this guy has no idea what he’s doing.” He states again, an air of confidence in his tone that amuses you.

“Oh really? And you’ve got it all figured out right?”

“Well yeah.” He quips back.

You can’t help the laugh that trills out. All guys think the same; they all think they’re the best in bed, and they all think they make their girl cum when really… they never have.

“What, you don’t believe me?” A stupid grin paints his face and he pokes your cheek, making them instantly flame.

“No Jake, I don’t think you could please a woman any better than this guy.” You point to the small screen again, rolling your eyes.

“Oh reallyyy.” He drags out the last syllable as he sits up to face you.

You turn to him, cutting your eyes at his sneering face. He reaches for the bottle of vodka on the coffee table, taking a swig straight from the bottle. You force your eyes away from his bobbing adam's apple as the liquid goes down. He doesn’t even wince.

“I could make a girl cum with just my fingers.”

You roll your eyes again, trying to ignore the warmness that has made its way to your cheeks. When you look back to Jake, you can tell that he’s made no joke, no silly remark. He’s being serious.

“What, you don’t believe me?”

“No.”

“I could prove it to you.”

You let out a slow shaky breath after realizing you had been holding it in. You extend your hand to reach for the bottle. Taking a generous swing of the burning liquid, you return your attention to the man in front of you.

“You could prove it to me?”

“I bet I could make you cum with just these.” He holds up his hand, wiggling his fingers in the air.

“Bullshit.”

“You really don’t believe me huh Lovey? You’ve never heard what they say about guitarists?” He raises his eyebrows suggestively.

His voice is low, dripping with sex and his tongue comes out licking a slow line along his bottom lip. He smirks when he notices you staring. And god, that little nickname, what used to seem so innocent now having a playful bite.

“I bet I could make you cum three times with just my fingers.” He holds them up again, reaching out to touch your face. You jump back and he laughs at you.

He stares at you, waiting for a response. Your mind is racing along with your heart. There’s no way he’s being serious… but the look on his face tells you otherwise. He raises his eyebrows again in question.

“Is that a bet?”

“Maybe it is… and you know I never lose.”

He’s referring to his competitiveness by nature. It’s true that as long as you've known him, he won’t stand losing. It’s a part of being a Kiszka you’ve figured out by now. They always bend the rules in their favor, making sure they’re on the winning side of whatever bet, whatever contest.

“I don’t think you’re winning this one Jakey.” You mean for it to come off as condescending but the second you hear the words come out of your mouth you wish to pull them back in. You can tell he’s taken them as an even further challenge as his eyebrows raise in question.

He leans forward on the couch, planting his hands on his knees until you can feel his breath.

“Well I wouldn’t lose, but just to humor you, I’ll bet you whatever you want.”

A low tingle has formed inside your stomach. A familiar feeling - the anxious excitement. The thrill of the flirt, although you still can’t tell just how playful it is, and that thought alone makes you want to hurl or pounce on him, you still haven’t decided.

“I get whatever I want?” For some reason, confidence is building inside you. Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you - so sure of himself that you have no choice but to match the energy. Or maybe it’s because deep down, you know you want whatever he’s thinking of giving to you.

He gives you a slow nod, smiling again at your new slightly eager tone.

“I want you to admit that you’re not some guitar god, you’re just another guy. You need to stop acting so full of yourself, you need to be humbled.”

He laughs again, a genuine laugh that reminds you of your best friend, although it doesn’t seem that’s the person sitting in front of you right now.

“Sure y/n, and if I win, you have to call me ‘The Sex God.’ ”

The nervous laughter bubbles out of you as you cast your eyes to your feet. The worst part of this is that he’s acting like such a douchebag, but you don’t hate it. In fact you find yourself wanting to know what it’s like to sleep with the sex god, as stupid as it sounds.

“Why do you want to so bad Jakey?”

“Well first of all, don’t act like you don’t want to, I can see it written all over your face. You forget I know you better than anyone. And second, don’t act so naive.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, simultaneously nervous and excited for the answer.

“I love you and care about you, so much, you’re my best friend, but don’t act like we’re above all that. We’ve kissed before y/n, you really think we’d never go farther?”

“Well… I’m not really sure. I guess the thought crossed my mind… maybe I thought it would happen eventually.”

Your own confession slightly shocks you, but as soon as you say the words aloud, nothing has ever made more sense. You look back to him and he looks almost proud of you, and it makes you want to jump into his arms and suck the praise right out of him.

“That’s my girl.” He smiles again, flashing you all his teeth, making your heart melt all over again.

“Come on, don’t overthink it.”

He starts to stand up, making the whole situation seem very, very real. You close your eyes for a moment, just in case this is some sort of dream, but when you open them, you’re even more sure that this is what you want. You want him. You want your best friend, and as wrong as it might be, it's the truth.

He extends his hand, a simple gesture, an invitation, and you take it, letting him lead you into unknown waters.

He pulls you in front of him, letting you lead the way to the room you’ve slept in a million times. His hands meet your hips as you walk, the touch feeling searing hot and trickling down until you can feel the wetness between your legs.

Your mind is simultaneously racing and completely empty. How is it that an act so forbidden could feel so right? So simple?

The curtains are pulled back on the window allowing a sliver of moonlight to poke into the room. Aside from that, the lights are off and you almost ask him to turn them on but then decide it’s probably for the best.

Once he reaches the bed, he turns to face you and his features start to come into view as your eyes adjust to the darkness. He wears a smug grin as he extends his hand for you to grab once more. He sits on the bed, shuffling backwards as you grab his hand, letting him pull you to meet him.

He rests his body along the headboard and you crawl closer, stilling in front of him on your knees, unsure of your next move. Thankfully he does the thinking for you.

“Turn around.”

Without second guessing it, you turn around so that your back is to him, and impatiently, he pulls your hips back, reminding you of his strength so that you rest, slotted in between his extended legs, back flush against his chest.

Taking a deep breath, you allow yourself to melt into his touch, after all, it is familiar. Your head lays back in the crook of his neck and his lips ghost over your ear.

“Can I take off your shirt?”

His voice is barely above a whisper and sends a shiver down your spine. Without saying a word you lift up your arms and allow him to slide off the thin fabric. Having chosen to skip the bra this morning, your chest springs free to which he hums in approval.

“Can I touch you?”

“Please.”

Carefully, his fingers slide against your skin, trailing along the top of your breast before kneading into the soft skin. He emits a low growl in your ear as your back arches, chasing his touch.

Before he has the chance to ask, you lift your hips off the bed to slide your pants down, along with the lacey panties you had chosen this morning - such a shame he isn’t able to see them. Upon your eager initiative, Jake grants you a kiss to the exposed flesh of your neck, traveling up to whisper in your ear.

“Good girl.”

The proximity of his voice, the words he speaks, the rush of it all makes you utter a small moan that doesn’t go unnoticed. He seems to suck it in along with the small mark he makes just below your ear. You savor the feeling of his wet mouth on you, hoping it never leaves as his hand starts to slide down your stomach.

Your legs part for him as his hand reaches your mound, stilling there, garnering anticipation that makes you hold your breath, releasing it when he slides an inch further.

Finally, like the first gasp you take upon emerging from water, his fingers slide over your clit to your entrance to gather up the evidence of your arousal. A small moan is muffled through your gritted teeth as his fingers slide through you, he laughs against your ear.

“All this for me?”

His breath tickles you and in an act that makes your head spin, he sucks gingerly on your earlobe while plunging his middle and ring finger deep inside you. The sudden pressure causes your head to push back even further as you arch away from him. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you back to meet his chest as his fingers push in even deeper, testing the limits of your tight walls.

Whines and moans surpass your lips as his fingers start to curl inside you, pulling in and out as they tuck in. Have his fingers always been this thick? This heavy? Watching him play guitar they always seemed so nimble but now, now you aren’t so sure.

The mere stretch of only two of them makes you wonder what it would feel like to have a third, a fourth or perhaps to have his cock instead. How it would feel stretching you out even further.

With his hand picking up a steady rhyme, his lips are back on you, biting and licking their way up to your ear to whisper sweet praises. He moves back to the skin of your shoulder, marking you in a way that may make you feel ashamed tomorrow, but today, all you feel is the pure ecstasy he’s supplying you with.

“How does it feel, baby?”

“Good.” You manage to choke out, hardley comprehending what he’s saying as his fingers jolt inside of you.

“Just keep on feeling, I'll get you there.”

He licks a stripe up to the skin behind your ear, circling it there as you push your head deeper into his touch. Your legs start to tremble, feeling as if the pleasure is too much while being not nearly enough. The slow build starts in your stomach and travels to your chest, tightening while your muscles contract, flowing to your toes as they gently curl and flex.

“That’s it, just give it up baby.”

Your moans become sporadic and in mere seconds you feel almost there, except he slows his fingers down to which you whine in protest. His low gravely laughter hits the shell of your ear going straight to your core as he picks the pace back up, reminding you of how close you were.

Your hips arch away from him again but this time his hand travels to the flesh of your breast, squeezing and pulling you back to him. It almost hurts as his fingers pinch around your nipple, but at the same time, pain feels like a foreign concept entirely. You scoot back too, feeling his rock solid cock threatening to burst from his pants. You want to see it, want to touch it, taste it. However your thoughts are cut off when it finally explodes inside of you.

You can’t hear the sounds you’re making as your legs thrash against the sheets, head turning and arching as his fingers work away inside of you. It washes you over, seeming like it has no end, making you feel like this was the best decision you’ve ever made.

However as soon as it starts, it slows, letting you still feel the pleasant buzz as your legs calm down, still twitching and jolting with every slowed movement of his strong fingers.

“Number 1.”

He hums in your ear. He sounds amused, like you're only a toy he gets the pleasure of playing with, however you have no problem with that if it means you get to feel like this.

“Can you give me another?” He poses it as a question, but you know it's really a demand.

His fingers don’t stop inside you, threatening to pull you into overstimulation as they continue to deliciously curl inside. You turn your face to his, whining against his lips which he presses into yours, for just a split second before pulling back - like he regrets the action, however you don’t have enough time to process it.

The fizzling orgasm picks back up, this time coming from deeper within, almost sizzling white hot, making your legs shake even harder. It hasn’t started yet, but it’s coming. Bubbling up slower so that you hope it can be over with, to save you from the burning anticipation.

“Jake I- I can’t… it’s too much.”

“No it isn’t, just relax, feel it. You’re so close, let me have it, I want it.”

Fuck. The greed he so shamelessly emits. The greed for you, for your cum. It’s enough to make your mind go blank as you force yourself to just feel the feelings he’s giving you.

He pushes his hand back so that the crook of his thumb rubs against your clit with every drag of his fingers. One of two swipes and you’re rocking your hips into his them, chasing the feeling as it washes you over again.

His name falls from your lips until it’s the only word you know, and in the far distance you can hear his own struggling moans of pleasure, his own ragged breathing as you tremble against him.

When it becomes too much, your legs shut around his hand, but his feet lock over your ankles, pulling your legs apart and overpowering them with his weight until you’re spread even wider while his hand finishes the job.

Finally, before you would have fallen into the waters of bliss, drowned forever, his hand slows and fingers gently slide out of you. You watch them, glistening with the moonlight as they rest on your heaving stomach.

Your legs are still open as they jolt and shudder. A single nip is given to your neck before a kiss is placed in its spot. “You did so good for me, so so good.”

A small smile makes its way across your face, although he can’t see it. You want to find the right words to let him know how good he can make you feel, better than anyone else, but your lack of words must do for now. You can’t help yourself as you turn your face to tuck into his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

His other hand pets your hair as you take a few deep breaths, grounding yourself. Before you’ve barely regained your footing, his hand is drifting lower, you can feel the wetness it leaves in its path before a single digit circles your swollen clit. You yelp in surprise as it presses in further. You bite the skin of his neck, listening and reveling in the hiss he makes that flows out of him like a soft whine. It’s delectable and reignites that flame inside you.

“Can you give me number 3?” He whispers to you, like he’s scared to wake you even though you’re far from asleep. You give a slow nod and pick your face up to watch his soaked fingers drag further down your slit until three of them tease at your entrance.

You bite your bottom lip as they start to slide in, stretching you with every inch, stinging in the perfect way when he pushes them deeper in, relying on a little force to press them all the way in. A chokes out moan struggles out of you, filling the room in a way that should make you feel ashamed, but in this moment, you feel nothing of the sort.

Once his fingers reach in as far as they'll go, he wastes no time in picking up a merciless pace. It's hard to even register the speed as they pump in and out, filling you up in the most satisfying way you’ve ever experienced.

His mouth is on you again. Hot. Wet. And strong as he licks and sucks with no real purpose, only to satisfy his needs through watching you like this.

“Cum for me Lovey, make me win, I wanna watch it come out of you, soak my hand even more. Come on, let me have it… fuck Lovey…”

It’s something about that stupid nickname falling from his lips so desperately as his dominant demeanor falters, showing you his true need for you. It’s not hard to give it up as it builds faster than before. It feels like it springs out of nowhere until you're screaming into the otherwise quiet room. You’ll surely get strange looks walking from his apartment in the morning, but it doesn't matter, nothing matters. You feel on fire, perfect, fulfilled.

His teeth drag along your skin as your head thrashes in the crook of his neck, legs threatening to break free from his grasp as he struggles to hold you there. His hand works relentlessly as you moan and whine while your hands twist into the sheets, toes curling, eyes rolling back as you lose sense of the world around you.

His other hand snakes down to tease over your sensitive clit as his teeth bite into the flesh of your neck. Your whole body is numb the second he touches you there. The white hot pleasure is enough to make you cease to exist. You’re just a body floating in a colorless void with sounds in the distance you aren’t sure you're making.

His voice raises in volume until it breaks through your void, allowing you to hear him. He’s choking on his words through a cloud of lust, “Come on Lovey, you can give me one more, give me number 4.” It sounds like he’s never wanted something more in his life. Sounds like he needs it more than you do. His voice is quivering through painted breaths as his hands move even faster, working you with perfect opposition.

His tongue darts out, licking into your ear before teeth come to bite around your earlobe, enough to make it sting, enough to make you want more. And then it burst out of you. The only sense - touch, the warmness seeping in from under you. Your legs threaten to break the bed as they break free from Jake’s grasp, clenching around his hands that show no sign of stopping.

You feel it around your legs too, the warmness, the flow, the wetness. His breath is on your neck again, you can hear him moaning into your ear.

“That’s it Lovey, good girl, good girl baby. Just give it up, come on, that’s it, soak me, yeah just like that…”

A few more seconds and he slows his movements down until your legs fall from around his hands. They lay defeated on the bed as he removes his fingers from you. Your chest is heaving up and down as you come back to earth to find a dark spot sitting on the bed beneath you.

When you realize what it is you cast your eyes away, hiding once more in the crook of his neck, but he sits you up taller to pull your face away.

“What's wrong y/n?”

You don’t answer, don't speak. There's nothing you could possibly say to him, that is until you meet his eyes, once dark with lust now turned sweet, and you can almost see them shine in the moonlight.

For some reason, in this moment, the air of seriousness breaks and your face erupts in laughter. It doesn’t take much for him to join in and soon you’re laughing together, just like old times, but it doesn't feel wrong. Not in the slightest.

“I’ve never done that before.” You finally speak up, looking back to the ruined sheets.

“Well that. Was easily the hottest fucking thing i’ve ever seen.” “Really?”

“Yes. Without a doubt.”

You stare at him for a moment, letting yourself blush and smile as he repeats the action. The sweet moment is short lived however when he turns it back to the bet.

“So if making you cum 3 times makes me the Sex God… then what does 4 times make me?”

“Oh shut the fuck up Jake.”

“Well I won the bet. You better uphold your side of the deal.”

You stare at him angrily before muttering under your breath, but of course that isn’t enough for him. His smile, despite being covered by shadows, lights up the room with his pride, flowing off of him like sex.

“You’re The Sex God.”

“What was that? Couldn’t really hear you.”

“You’re The fucking Sex God Jake, I swear to god if you make me say it one more time.”

“Okay thank you. I’m satisfied. By the way, do you want to put some clothes on?”

You look down, blushing once more at your exposed skin. Before you even have time to have any shred of decency to cover yourself up, he's lifting his shirt up and handing it to you. You thank him and slide it over your body before stealing a quick glance to his smooth chest. You quickly look back up to his smirking face, and roll your eyes once more.

“Oh uh by the way.. I know this isn’t the best timing but uhh I don’t have any extra sheets so we’re gonna have to sleep on the couch…”

Part 2

#jake kiszka #jake x reader #greta van fleet #greta van fic #smut #romance #friends to lovers #best friends

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meyerlansky · 10 days

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i'm very 👀 about what bucky's family situation looks like, actually. historically, his dad died in nov '42, so he's only six months out from it at the start of the show, but it never really comes up—he doesn't flinch or offer anything back when gale talks about his dad, which... maybe he had a good relationship with his dad, so he doesn't have anything to offer. but he doesn't look at gale like he's surprised at cleven sr being a bad dad the way i'd expect a character with a fairly happy, uneventful home life to react to "my dad left me sleeping on benches"-level bad parenting. and if he DID have a shitty relationship with his dad, that's the perfect moment to empathize and bond over it. but he doesn't take it.

and then we get the revelation that he doesn't get any letters in the stalag. obviously he's not getting romantic letters, but one of the other guys mentions a letter he got is from his mom, with equivalent relief and comfort to gale's reaction to marge's letters. in so doing the show establishes that letters from family presumably count for the conversation the bucks have wrt having someone to get letters from. bucky's mom is still around. why doesn't he at least get letters from her? he's got two sisters, historically—one's three years older and the other's six years younger. both ages that wouldn't exactly hinder sending letters to your POW brother. but nothing.

initially i was gonna say i have trouble believing that bucky—who wears every emotion he has plain on his face, who's so stupidly easy to read that everyone thinks they know exactly what's going on with him in every scene, and who has a hugely visible downward spiral when his preferred options for coping with STUPENDOUS AND COMPOUNDING traumas are taken away from him—either:

has so solidly processed his dad's recent death inside six months that he doesn't need to externalize any reaction to it, or

is somehow better at keeping the details of how he feels about his family close to his chest than he is about basically every other feeling he's ever had

and it's still possible that his relationship with his family is simply unremarkable and there's nothing deeper to it. or that he had a bad relationship with his dad, but not any worse than your average "my dad and i didn't get along great" kind of deal, not cleven-level bad. but... i dunno, man, i have trouble buying THAT, more than i have trouble buying that the situation is deeper than bucky lets show.

his MOTHER doesn't even write to him. and we don't find this out until he's been stalag'd for over a year. so he... does actually keep it pretty close to his chest. more importantly, he keeps it close to his chest when it's something he could use to strengthen his relationship with gale. that doesn't really fit with the read of bucky as an open book looking for anything he can get from gale. like... it doesn't fit with that read of him at all.

it feels way more likely to me that there's Bad Shit there, and that that Bad Shit extends beyond bucky's relationship with his dad, into his relationship with his mom and even into coloring his relationship with his now-adult sisters. something like being kicked out, or disowned, or bucky deliberately going no-contact. and that's interesting on its own—what could he possibly have done to lose his entire family like that? my personal guess is he got caught with a boy and got kicked out over it, but it could be hetero slutting around too; it could be the drinking or the gambling or not going to school or his parents just fucking suck absolute ass, or any number of things that aren't Picturesque Rural Wisconsin Family appropriate

but also. i'm really fascinated by the sense of... isolation, i guess? that this confers on him as a character. he's such a loud, eye-catching presence In The Moment, and i wonder how long it takes the people around him to realize that he only seems to exist In The Moment, and doesn't have a past he's anchored in enough to discuss it even with the people he's closest to.

like how long does it take gale to realize he's spilled his guts about his dad to bucky, in a way that very clearly carries some level of "i'm letting you see something no one else has seen" feeling with it... and he got nothing back of equivalent weight wrt bucky's family, not just in that conversation but at any point that we see on screen? months? years? does gale EVER realize bucky's hidden/neglected to share his past even after gale's given bucky his?

#DOES GALE EVER HAVE A FLINT-ON-THE-CLIFFS MOMENT #not to black sails too hard but. yeah. the bucky-silver parallel is what i'm going for here.#does ANYONE ever realize? because *I* fucking didn't! for a WHILE!#mota meta #mota #masters of the air #john egan #bucky egan #clegan #...kind of #buck x bucky #i've been sitting on this for a little bit so i don't know if it coheres anymore but have it anyway

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edges-of-night · 1 year

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Hello dear friend! I was waiting for your request to open. Can I request a reader who is openly flirty while writing letters but in person is a complete love struck fool (I love flirting with my gf over text but I will scream and cry happily if she holds my hand or if she kisses me I FOLD)

Thank you so much for your kind words! I hope you’ll enjoy your post!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Aragorn strikes me as someone who is not overly flirtatious. Maybe your letters have always been just a little too much for him. So in fact, he’s pleasantly surprised when he finds you’re not as forward in person! He has no problem with little displays of affection and would like you to grow more confident in your romantic desires.

･ﾟ✧ Arwen.

Arwen would definitely tease you about the discrepancy of your letters with your actual reactions to displays of affection. Maybe she’d even spread rumours about you being some sort of amorist or adventurer! This is, of course, never malicious, and Arwen is very good at noticing your daily level of comfort when it comes to this. She makes no secret of it: she enjoys your cute blushes to no end!

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir fancies himself very suave, I think. But I feel like he would share the exact same situation with you, actually! His letters may be overtly flirtatious and even spicy as he tries to out-do your writings – but in person, Boromir is actually just as nervous and easily flustered as you. It takes him some time to admit it, but you both find comfort in your similarities.

･ﾟ✧ Elrond.

Elrond initially thinks there must be a mistake – some jester who writes spicy letters to him in your name. When he confronts you, his sweet and innocent partner, with this conspiracy, your face heats up – of course it’s been you! Needless to say, Elrond understands immediately once you explain the situation to him. He’d even laugh at how everything went down.

･ﾟ✧ Éomer.

To be honest, I feel like Éomer would be disappointed at first. After all, he thought he’d meet an outgoing social butterfly – which maybe you are – but not someone who covers their flushed face as soon as he’d play back some of the things you wrote in your letters, against a wall in Edoras. Even in the candlelight, he can make out your blush. However, after overcoming this initial disappointment he delights in your little interactions.

･ﾟ✧ Éowyn.

Éowyn would need more time than others to realise the difference between your letters and your real personality. She’d mirror your forward flirts and innuendos and not notice at all how incredibly flustered you’d get – not until someone would point it out to her. She’d apologise immediately and ask with what you’d be comfortable, because that is her end goal after all – to make you feel good ♡

･ﾟ✧ Faramir.

Poor Faramir would probably think something was wrong with him, or that you were disappointed by him in person. After all, why else wouldn’t you initiate any touches or flirtatious whispers, something that would be more in line with your letters? It’d take him some time to understand that you simply weren’t that kind of person. Needless to say, he’d happily take on the job of initiating affection himself!

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

Being the dreamy bookworm that he is, Frodo initially thinks that you two were essentially role-playing in your letters! It is only when you apologise to him for being so flustered and nervous when he takes your hand that he understands. He’ll just laugh and tell you he wasn’t as adventurous as the character in his letters either. “Why, we can be flustered together then, can’t we? I’d like that.”

･ﾟ✧ Galadriel.

Galadriel, of course, cannot be fooled when it comes to your feelings. She is quite content with knowing only your thoughts, be it through letters or telepathy. That said, she likes to indulge in the occasional handholding, while always making sure you’re not pushed too far out of your comfort zone.

･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

Gandalf wouldn’t buy into your letters in the first place. While he does find them amusing to read, he knows very well how you get in person with just as little as a kiss. He accepts you as you are and doesn’t push anything on you that makes you uncomfortable. He also makes you laugh quite a bit with the letters he sends back to you!

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

Gimli finds your letters, no matter how spicy they actually were, quite scandalous – in a good way! He keeps them a well-kept secret, delighting every time you write him a few lines. He doesn’t see that big of a discrepancy between the characters of your letters and in person. He likes you as a whole. To him, it is fairly normal that one is more forward and suave when having hours to think of what to write, instead of a spontaneous display of affection.

･ﾟ✧ Haldir.

Haldir cannot help but feel a gust of gratification after realising just how easily flustered you’d get in person. He deems it payback for all those shameless letters you keep writing him! However, that also means the stony Elf has to get out of his comfort zone: If he really wants to embarrass you, he’ll have to initiate a kiss or two, sooner or later… How unfortunate (not)!

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

Legolas would definitely approach your shy personality with “training” – meaning he would initiate many romantic gestures and little displays of affection, just so that you could get used to them and more comfortable in your relationship with him. He’d be mischievous but never cruel: “Why do you not try to go ahead and kiss me, dearest? There is no need to be shy with me!” He’d even guide your hands, your chin, etc. ♡

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Although Merry has very eagerly sent you just as flirty letters backs, he is pleasantly surprised to meet you in person and finding that you would blush and get flustered so easily. He’d explain it to you as almost having ‘two partners’ – a ‘two for one’ deal, so to speak! He’s immensely excited about this difference but always makes sure to keep it a secret between the two of you.

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Pippin would grow ten feet tall (haha) once he learned how shy and lovestruck you were in person. Because of his playful character, he’d tease you while trying to make you more comfortable, à la: “I dare you to hold my hand right now! If you don’t, I’ll just take yours!” That said, Pippin would totally write back letters that are just as flirty and spicy as yours!

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

Sam may be very shy himself, but he is absolutely charmed by your sweet blushes and cute whispers whenever he takes your hand or gives you a kiss. The man is just head over heels in love with you! Although he knows how you’ll react, it always takes him by surprise, and he’ll grin widely as you try to hide your blush.

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❃How EXO acts around their crush❃

a/n: This is 10000% just for my own pleasure. I may have had this in my drafts for weeks... I am totally okay with all the Kyungsoo solo content and EXO ladder dropping. Totally. Super functional, delusional who?

ALSO to any EXO-L that are sharing Chen's LEAKED wedding photos. Please be respectful and either delete them or, at the very least, blur out his wife's face. Chen has gone to great lengths to safeguard her privacy, as she is not famous nor wants to be in the spotlight. Not to mention that there could be crazy sasaengs out there with ill intent. Sharing her info is basically doxing, and it is insane to me how many people shared these posts without much thought. Anyway, I needed to share my frustrations.

Xiumin/Minseok:

✾ He is a lot shyer than the other members; where most of EXO probably feels comfortable enough to act on their crushes, he is a bit more reserved. He wants to test the waters first, ascertaining whether the feeling is mutual. Whenever you are around and are talking to other people, he sits back silently, observing your reactions.

✾ Xiumin is smiling so widely around you that the other members worry that his muscles might start cramping up soon. The moment he sees you, his bubbly personality starts to really shine through, and sometimes you can't help but wonder whether this man truly is 33.

✾ That being said, from the moment that anyone offers Xiumin a couple of drinks, his confidence spikes, and he will start flirting with you. His flirting is still extremely sweet and cute; Xiumin can be incredibly charming when he wants to be.

Suho/Junmyeon

✾ He is such a gentleman around you, trying to make you feel at ease with his kind gestures. Whether it is him pulling back a chair or opening a door for you, he will do anything to make you feel like a princess.

✾ Being one of EXO's proud black card owners, he will casually buy you whatever you need. He keeps repeating that he wants to treat his friends when you try to interject. You can't completely refute it; he does spend a lot of money on the members. Yet, you can't help but feel like his gifts are slightly too expensive and excessive for 'just friends'.

✾ So. Many. Soft. Glances. Suho looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars; you catch him staring at you almost every time you look over. Conversations with him can, therefore, be a tad awkward. He doesn't always register what you are saying; he is so absorbed in watching you that he forgets to listen.

✾ The other members relentlessly tease him for it. If you don't catch on based on Suho's actions, you will definitely catch on due to his members' relentless teasing. Whenever he does anything remotely romantic around you, their faces light up like Christmas came early. The members are not subtle about it whatsoever, thoroughly enjoying putting their leader in a slightly uncomfortable position.

Baekhyun:

✾ The members didn't think it was possible, but Baekhyun somehow became louder. It is as if he wants to draw your attention simply by screaming, as he no longer has any volume control when you are around. Everyone can hear your conversation from across the room, and his laughter becomes borderline obnoxious as it overpowers any other sound.

✾ He is such a tease and a suggestive one at that. Considering he has no problem revealing intimate, not suitable to be aired on national TV, details about the members' bodies, he won't have any trouble suggestively flirting with you. Where Xiumin's pick-up lines are cute, Baekhyun's are far from it. Give this man some holy water, Jesus.

✾ He is so intense with his flirting that it sometimes crosses the line of sexy to parody, coming off as a joke. Baekyhyun has a very flirty personality and isn't above flirting with his friends. Even though he isn't subtle about his crush, he can accidentally fall into the "he flirts with everyone" category, making you question whether he genuinely likes you or is just being friendly.

✾ He really enjoys the chase when it comes to relationships. Thus, it will take him quite some time before he asks you out, simply because he likes the push-and-pull game.

Chanyeol

✾ There is nothing subtle about Mr. Park Chanyeol. The moment he sees someone he wants to date, he is going for it full steam ahead. Puppy Chanyeol is momentarily retired as he makes his way over to you; Chanyeol knows that he is handsome and sexy, and he is ready to show it to you. I hope you weren't interested in anyone else because the moment you return any of his interest, he will be flirting with you like there is no tomorrow.

✾ Internally, he is so excited to be talking to you, and sometimes, you will see glimpses of his cute puppy-like persona, especially once he feels like you are just as interested. Still, the words coming out of this man's mouth, Jesus part two. Please go and ask Baekyhun to pass the holy water.

✾ That being said, he will get embarrassed when the other members are around or slightly bashful when you return his flirting at full force. I don't think Chanyeol is used to anyone sharing his level of intensity, so once you do, he gets a bit flustered. He absolutely loves it, though. Your compliments got him grinning from ear to ear.

D.O./Kyungsoo

✾ Don't get me wrong, I adore this man to a delusional extent, but he is absolutely hopeless when it comes to communicating with his crush. He won't go anywhere near you if he can't help it; he prefers looking at you from afar. He is someone who favours being approached first over approaching you himself. It isn't that he doesn't want to talk to you; he simply isn't the type of person to initiate contact with his crush and tends to stay back when he can tell that someone else is interested, too.

✾ Even if he finds himself near you, don't expect him to have a full-blown conversation with you. He already tends to be a man of little words, but when it comes to you, he is a man of not a single word. Being around you is enough to make him happy; he doesn't really need to have a deep conversation.

✾ Nevertheless, his actions make more than up for it. He is such a gentleman, being the definition of preferential treatment. You don't have a chair to sit on? He will quietly offer you his. Your sweater got caught on something? He will silently help you get it out. Although he may not say much to you, he communicates his feelings through his actions.

Kai/Jongin

✾ If you think Xiumin or Kyungsoo are shy, you have not yet met Kai with a crush. He turns into absolute mush the moment he sees you, giggling and blushing whenever you do as much as breathing. You can't even see him because he has resorted to hiding behind the other members, preferably Sehun or Chanyeol, as they are tall enough to obscure him completely.

✾ If he somehow musters up the courage to talk to you, good luck having it go anywhere because he can barely make it through a sentence without giggling. It is obvious to everyone around him that he is smitten with you; his laughs are awkwardly loud, and his eyes are literally shooting hearts.

✾ The moment he manages to ask you to dance, his shy demeanour completely changes. His movement… His expressions… The way he is smirking at you… Maybe you should go and ask Chanyeol whether there is anything left of the holy water he borrowed from Baekyhun.

Sehun

✾ He has one of two ways of acting around his crush: either he acts super bratty or becomes painfully shy. It depends on whether he has met and talked to you before. But, if you are complete strangers, he would be so quiet, hiding in the furthest corner he can find.

✾ He will pester the members to go over and collect as much information as they can about you. They will do it because he will whine the entire night about it if they don't and, repeat with me, what Sehun wants, Sehun gets. The members try to convince Sehun to go talk to you himself, but Sehun stubbornly refuses. Bro will be playing the Maknae card harder than he ever has in his entire life.

✾ In the end, he will drag Suho with him, trying to 'casually' strike up a conversation with you. The small talk is painful, and in all honesty, Suho, with his dad jokes, isn't helping in the slightest. At the very least, it provides the two of you with a new conversational topic: the teasing of Suho.

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You know, Rizzoli & Isles is interesting. There are moments where the characters are completely in denial about how they feel about each other. But then there are moments where they themselves are very self-aware and can't ignore their own feelings.

Another one of those moments is when Jane jumps off that bridge in 5x12. They frame it as Maura simply being afraid because she almost lost her best friend Jane. But then Maura herself shows awareness of believing it being more than that.

She's so overcome she almost starts crying when she hugs Jane after she is found and then walks off because she was scared she almost lost Jane.

Then Maura herself pretty much tells us she was struggling with her feelings towards Jane almost dying again in front of her eyes. And Maura being Maura she basically tells us in her Maura way that she was looking for a logical explanation for her feelings that wasn't her simply being in love with Jane while being in a relationship with a dude.

It's in everything in that conversation between Jane and Maura after Jane is found. It's in the way Maura looks at Jane, that same look she gave Jane on that bridge only now that they're alone she isn't trying to hide it at all. It's in what she says to Jane, it's in her mannerisms. Everything in that scene screams "I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do with myself because of it."

And then Jane tells her it's survivor guilt and that drives home what's been going through Maura's mind. Because then Maura puts distance between her and Jane, hell she puts a whole desk between her and Jane after she first says "Excuse me?" followed by "Why didn't I think of that?" in this thoughtful way that underlines that she was attributing her strong emotions to being in love with Jane. But now has a more logical explanation to grasp onto as well as being once again clear on the fact that she and Jane aren't on the same page.

And Jane was doing so well too, buying Maura her favorite super expensive perfume. I am convinced that if Jane had asked Maura out in that moment or had confessed romantic feelings for Maura and expressed an interest in pursuing a romantic relationship with her Maura would have either said "yes" or "I need to think about it because I'm in love with you and loving you means being accepting of the dangers that come with your job and I need time to accept that" or something.

This show, it's always Maura that's aware that she's in love with Jane and Jane being the one that's in denial.

But it's so interesting because Jane is not completely oblivious. She has extremely quick wit and is insanely observant. She is a detective and excellent at her job. She can draw correct conclusions with a single look in anyone's direction and even more so when it comes to people she knows and loves. Unless her own limiting beliefs and assumptions get in the way that is. There is a reason Jane bought Maura her favorite insanely expensive perfume to say sorry and not something else. She knows Maura is in love with her and she didn't need her mother to spell Maura's feelings about her out to her. She did need someone to back up the "Maura's feelings are just friendly" story she's been telling herself though and her mother did just that.

#rizzoli & isles #jane rizzoli #maura isles #5x12

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luffyvace · 5 months

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PERRROOONAAA x female reader :3

Does anybody on tumblr love Perona as much as I do?!

(Once again, may be more accurate to pre time skip perona 😋)

Perona with a girlfriend seems like such a sweetie!! And I say this in the kindest way possible- but with men (specifically stupid men) she just seems to get upset quicker?? Granted, in the show, as far as I’ve seen she interacts with male more than females (poor her she’s gonna go insane) but then again there’s more guys than girls in op anyway.

Moving on- shopping with her is always fun!! ٩( 'ω' )و you two could shop for hours and hours together. By the way I’m specifically talking about when she dropped zoro off on sabaody. You can’t tell me she didn’t stay for a while and buy a crap ton of cute clothes. Ngl the girls in the background of sabaody had some pretty cute outfits!! Which mean they have good clothing stores. Which means you two definitely when on a shopping spree 😉🤩

I’m talking going from store to store, getting snacks like pretzels and cotton candy in between, going on a few rides n such. And of course getting some sweet deals because your cute and know how to coupon 😋😋

While we’re on the topic I might as well mention fashion. In fact these wouldn’t be Perona headcanons without it⁉️ Like have you SEEN how that girl dresses?! I LOVE her style it’s so cute!! (Opinion: I like her pre time skip fit better) Besides the point tho, I just feel like she couldn’t get along with someone who has no style so IK for sure you’ve got some 🙌

Either that or your okay with her dolling you up LOL. Ngl I feel like she’d love that- whether you can dress or not. She doesn’t even have at least bearsy anymore so who else does she have to glamify??? 😱 Zoro?Mihawk? 😖 No way they’d let her!! 😤 But dw at the very least you know you’ll always look good 😘💋💗

Cooking with Perona! (THAT COULD BE THE NAME OF A TV SHOW AT THIS POINT HAHAHAH) but yes of course cooking is a sort of love language for her, so she’s always cooking you stuff!! Meals, snacks, desserts whatever! She makes them randomly but you’d better appreciate it!!

if you can’t cook she’d have no problem doing it for you, but you simply must appreciate it!! At least thank her verbally if your not gonna do something in return physically! Okay?

if you can, you two have lots of fun cooking each other meals. There has been many days where you make each other your favorite meals then sit down and eat it together all romantic-like. ☺️ Aaaand there’s also times you have little mini arguments as to who’s cooking who’s favorite food tonight.

“No! Sit down I’ve got it, I said!!”

“I’ll do it Perona don’t worry about it!”

“No way! I was gonna make your favorite tonight!”

”huh? No don’t do that, I was gonna make your favorite!”

“well just sit down and let me handle it will you?!” 😤

nothing too serious like I said, just you too being so sappy you argue about who’s gonna cook who’s favorite dinner 😂💗💗

y’all have girl sleepovers at mihawk’s ٩( ᐛ )و

i mean yeah where else but you get me. You two stay up and gossip about any and everything. She’s the gossip type of girl 💯 I’m not saying you are though, so if you aren’t she can talk about anything, she doesn’t mind :) you could always build a pillow fort, read books, paint each other’s nails/toenails and sing instead 💖

she def rants to you about zoro and mihawk being living, breathing headaches. Which, unless your a nonchalant girly- you probably understand. 😭 having alone time with each other is essential to keep the other sane. 😄

her affections are cooking and doing favors for you. She’s also quite protective/big sister like and will make sure your okay randomly throughout your day. She keeps your hair in place and buttons the buttons you forgot to button up. 💖💖 that type of big sister like <33 she may or may not complain a bit (not as much as with zoro) but she’ll do basically any (sane 😭) thing you ask of her. If your ill/injured she forces you to stay in bed as long as it takes until you’ve made a full recovery. I feel she’d have a lot of medical knowledge so that helps ;D

she’d be shy about it when your first getting into the relationship, but after a while..! when in private, I feel like she’d be very soft for cute little kisses! 😚 100% in private though- she doesn’t want any sour faces from zoro or mihawk (😑) she’d make this clear too because she like to be made fun of 😒

her kisses are really soft, so are her lips. She’d probably leave light lipstick stains all over your face. She’d accidentally make those little smooching sounds each time she kisses you. She’s embarrassed about it but you two laugh it off and continue smothering bunches of love all over the other’s features. She really loves kissing your cheeks—they’re so squishy and cute!! <3 and she looooves cute things 😊

Ending it there because if I ever do Perona’s kisses one day that’ll be a spoiler 😱

I ended up loving Perona much more than I thought I would when I started watching one piece 😭💗 not complaining tho !! 💋

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ma1dmer · 6 months

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Cyberpunk - Elizabeth and Jefferson Peralez NSFW

i have two hands for a reason...

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): they sit with you, chatting about their plans, Elizabeth offers you a cigarette, if you are in a hotel they get some room service, if they are back home, Jefferson opens up a bottle of wine

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): Jefferson loves legs, he digs his fingers in your thighs and your calves whenever he spreads your legs apart, kissing up he length of them, giving his wife the same sort of treatment. Elizabeth is similarly fascinated with your lips, she gently bites the bottom of your lip with every kiss.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): Elizabeth hates the mess, and the clean up, so its quite common for her to urge Jefferson to cum inside of you, either spreading your legs further apart until she can feel the muscles tick in your thighs from exertion or pushing your head down the length of his cock until it hits the back of your throat while ordering you softly to swallow

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): they love a good roleplay session, you as their cute little secretary, being ordered around by them, maybe you are their secret affair partner being caught in bed, or sometimes, mixing up things, Jefferson on his knees for you and Elizabeth, her lovingly tying him up for the two of you to use

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): They both have plenty of experience, they've been married a while so they know their bodies inside and out, if they wanted to simply cum they could be done in minutes, but where is the fun in that, you bring in something different to their dynamic

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): Jefferson likes you from the back, doggy style, pulling your hips back towards him, Elizabeth prefers you on your side, her thigh over your hip, her arm around your chest, most nights they compromise

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): definitely more serious, they aren't above being cheesy or joking around a bit, but its just enough to be relaxed, they are there for a reason and like to stay focused though

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): both of them keep themselves trimmed, Elizabeth lets a nice little landing strip

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): they never shy away from being affectionate with each other, maybe Jefferson pulls Elizabeth a bit too softly to kiss her above you, maybe Elizabeth holds his hand a bit too tenderly during the scene , whispering into his ear. Depending on your closeness to them you might be privy to this affection as well. However no matter what they still treat you to some nice wine every so often. Or send you a bouquet of flowers with another invitation.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): they have each other and you, they are usually offering each other a helping hand with that, so they don't need to be doing that

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): roleplaying, ropes, obviously threeways etc

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): being such public figures, they need their privacy, that doesn't mean they don't like to spice things up, they'll buy out a private space in one of night city's clubs just for you three to have fun, Jefferson is not above asking you to visit him in his office, something Elizabeth isn't too fond of, not liking the risk of you being seen coming and going by yourself

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): my wife and i saw you across the bar and we loved your vibe

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): i think they both would be into the idea of having pictures of the three of you having fun, but they would never risk being exposed like that

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): Elizabeth loves face sitting, she'll pull her panties to her side climbing over you without even taking off her skirt before taking a seat, when it comes to Jefferson she loves guiding your head, telling you exactly how he likes it, how to use your tongue, how to take him deeper, pushing against your throat to feel the shape of him inside your mouth

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): They like to take their time with things, they clear out their entire night for you so there is no point into rushing, its languid and depends if they take turns or gang up together

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): They like them, but usually you are not as easily accessible so they stick to being with each other when the need arises, if you pop up into their minds they'll use you as a conversation topic in their dirty talk and when they are done, they' ll make sure to call you up to plan for your next rendezvou

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): in theory yes, in action not much, their lifestyle doesn't let them and even when you are doing some sort of scene with them they drop it quite quickly in favour of chasing their pleasure

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): Elizabeth usually lasts longer than Jefferson, she'll always take over the second he is done, with her fingers, mouth or anything else to help you get off

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): almost a necessity, they are both big fans of them, Elizabeth with her strap on and Jefferson to keep you plugged up sometimes, never mind all the more special ones, like gags and ropes

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): this falls up to you, if you enjoy being teased, they are fully on board with itJefferson toying with you and then snatching his hand away when he feels you tightening around him or his fingers with a chuckle, Elizabeth gets a bit more creative, avoiding touching you where you want her the most altogether, playing with your chest or stroking your thighs instead

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): they are very talkative, especially with each other, lots of praise towards you, asking each other rhetorical questions about you, as if you aren't even there, merely an object to be used, Elizabeth is also more likely to order you around, even when you are topping Jefferson she still tells you what to do

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): between the two of them Jefferson is the more kinky one, Elizabeth having a few of her own kinks but usually quite happy to go with what he enjoys, or finding the middle ground for the both of them, Jefferson enjoys being a switch, while Elizabeth specifically enjoys being in control, so having you there is perfect for both of them

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): not very high, but the stress of their job gets to them, usually thats what makes them call for you, either something to celebrate about, or some stress

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): Depending on your relationship with them you might be asked politely to leave or stay the night with them, if you do get sent away they always make sure someone has you escorted back to your place

#cyberpunk smut #cyberpunk #cyberpunk x reader #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 x reader #cyberpunk 2077 smut #elizabeth peralez #jefferson peralez #jefferson peralez smut #jefferson peralez x reader #elizabeth peralez smut #elizabeth peralez x reader #.writing

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ysmtttty · 2 months

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Red Ferrari

Chapter 4

Azris AU, where Azriel is a mechanic and has his own service station. One day, Eris comes there because something is wrong with his car.

AO3 Chapter 3 Chapter 5

"You’re ignoring him for three days?" Cassian asked in disbelief, and Azriel regretted he had even told him.

"I'm not ignoring him, he hasn't texted me either," Azriel said, while Rhysand and Cassian looked at him as if he were an idiot. "What?" he asked irritably.

"You're an idiot," they replied in unison. They had ganged up on him.

"Dude organized a good date, according to your own words, and you're just ignoring him," Cassian said. "Believe me, in your scale of ratings, the word 'good' is a pretty damn high level. I don't understand what’s your problem."

"I don't have a problem," Azriel groaned, but by the look on his friends' faces, he realized that avoiding this conversation was not an option. After a short pause, he sighed. "Fine, I don't know what to say to him, okay?"

Rhysand and Cassian stared at him silently for a long time, making Azriel wish the ground could swallow him whole because why the hell was he, a grown ass man, feeling awkward like a teenager? Eris Vanserra was just a fling. Just a persistent client with whom they'd probably get laid and then go their separate ways, especially since he had even stopped coming by the workshop. Maybe after the date, Eris even decided he wasn't interested anymore.

Azriel mentally stopped himself. He wasn't at the age to doubt himself or overthink for others. If Eris lost interest, then it wasn't meant to be. Whatever, it happens. He didn't care at all.

"Invite him on a second date," Rhysand simply said when he caught Azriel's annoyed glance. "Don't look at me like that. You liked the first date, so you can go on a second. That's how relationships work."

"What do you know about relationships?" Azriel snorted, well aware of how complicated things were between Rhysand and his not-yet-girlfriend-but-definitely-not-just-a-friend.

"At least I'm not afraid to take a step because of a fear of commitment."

"I don't have that fear."

"You objectively have that fear," Cassian interjected into the conversation. Azriel threw an empty plastic water bottle at him, but the bastard dodged it just in time, ducking his head. "What? How many poor girls' hearts have you broken in the last four years because you 'weren't ready for a serious relationship'?"

"First of all, we discussed everything in advance so that they wouldn't have broken hearts from unmet expectations," Azriel began, frowning. He had no fear; he just had no need for a relationship. "Secondly, that doesn't mean I'm afraid."

He wasn't afraid. Why should he be afraid of a second date with Eris? What exactly should he hypothetically be afraid of? That Eris would lose interest in him? That's laughable, considering neither of them was planning anything serious. Azriel kept telling himself this, but there was something that was holding him back. A nasty little voice in his head that said he liked Eris. And he liked him too much for a one-time fling.

"I'll text him later," Azriel grumbled, mentally recalling how his phone had fallen on the tile floor this morning and now didn't work. Unfortunately, this meant he would have to buy a new one in the morning—some clients called and texted him directly because Amren had an annoying habit of ignoring calls when answering them was her direct job responsibility.

Cassian was distracted by messages on his phone, frowning and looking at the screen. "Nesta's car broke down," he said, scratching the back of his head. "They're not far from here, we need to help."

Azriel knew and respected Nesta Archeron. Having the patience to put up with Cassian and his daily romantic gestures was commendable. Even more commendable was her iron will and the constant refusals she gave Cassian. That's why Azriel was always ready to help Cassian bring her car to the workshop.

"You know what, I think it's time for me to go," Rhysand said, grabbing his jacket. "I have some business with the lawyers, I'll tell you later. You can close up the workshop yourselves, yeah?"

He made a quick, not-so-elegant exit, not wanting to interact with Nesta. Azriel just snorted, marveling at how much fear she instilled in his best friend. Meanwhile, Cassian was already searching for his car keys.

Half an hour later, they brought the car to the workshop. Along with Nesta, Elain, her sister, was there, dressed very nicely and clearly prepared for some event or something like that. Azriel nodded in greeting, and Elain smiled at him, waving slightly. Given that her sisters often hung around his two close friends, they crossed paths frequently, but they hadn't really talked much before.

"Need a ride?" Azriel offered. Elain looked at him in surprise, as if she hadn't expected the offer. "You seem nervous like you're late for something, and ordering a cab from here takes a long time, I know."

"Yeah, I actually do need to be at the restaurant already," she admitted, sighing and glancing at Nesta's broken car, which Cassian was already working on, while Nesta herself, arms crossed, watched him with an icy gaze, responding to yet another of his jokes. The car wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, especially with how those two bickered with each other.

"I was heading home anyway. Let's go, I'll give you a ride," he nodded toward his car.

"Thank you," Elain smiled, then ran over to Nesta, telling her how Azriel had agreed to help her. Nesta looked up at Azriel, as if assessing him for hidden intentions, but eventually nodded and hugged her sister goodbye, staying with Cassian by her car.

Elain gave the restaurant's address as she got into the car, and Azriel nodded, driving in the right direction. Within twenty minutes, they were there. Azriel decided to walk her inside, which he immediately regretted because, by some ridiculous coincidence, Eris fucking Vanserra was at that very restaurant. He couldn't have summoned him with his thoughts, could he?

Azriel just stood there, staring at him in surprise and catching the same look from Eris. Meanwhile, Elain walked further, smiling at her boyfriend.

"Elain," Lucien greeted her, approaching his girlfriend, kissing her, and smiling like an idiot.

"Hi," she smiled, then started rambling on the events of the last hour. "You won't believe how nervous I was. Nesta's car broke down right when we were on our way here, but her not-boyfriend's workshop was nearby. And while we were there, one of the mechanics, Cassian's friend, offered to give me a ride so I wouldn't have to wait for a taxi. His name is Azriel, by the way."

"Azriel?" Lucien raised an eyebrow, hearing the familiar name, and first glanced at the mechanic, then, not even hiding a sly grin, looked at Eris, who was still frozen in place. "Well, that was kind of him."

As Lucien shook Azriel's hand, thanking him for giving his girlfriend a ride, Elain looked around, noticing the strange atmosphere and sensing that she was the only one who didn't know what was going on. But Lucien put his hand on her lower back, leading her toward their table, his look saying, "I'll tell you everything!". Before disappearing from sight, Elain, of course, wished Eris and Azriel a good evening, thanking the latter once again for the ride.

Azriel mumbled "You're welcome," not even taking his eyes off Eris.

"Moonlighting as a taxi driver?" Eris said the first thing that came to mind as soon as they were alone in the restaurant lobby.

"Just gave a friend a ride," Azriel shrugged. "Don't be jealous," he added with a smirk.

"Oh, I was just about to make a scene," Eris chuckled. "Although I don't particularly envy Elain her ride in that piece of junk you call a car."

And he had doubted whether he should have called. Obviously, he had just forgotten what an asshole Eris was in conversation. Even if he'd been polite during their last talk at the bar. Even if he'd organized a surprisingly well-planned date where Azriel had actually felt comfortable. Even if...

To hell with it. Azriel mentally admitted that he should have called. Just a few minutes in Eris's company, and he needed some fresh air. He wanted to get away before his brain short-circuited again and he did or said something stupid. But as he turned to leave, Eris followed him. He probably just needed to get to the parking lot like Azriel, nothing more.

"About the whole week... I was busy," Azriel mumbled as they walked toward the parking lot, for some reason feeling obligated to explain himself to Eris. The pause dragged on for quite some time. "This... hell, this doesn't mean I was deliberately ghosting you, okay?"

Eris was almost at his car when Azriel quickened his pace and stood in front of him.

"I wanted to call," he said. "But my phone broke, and..."

"Azriel, we're not kids. You don't have to make up silly excuses to ditch me," Eris's voice was calm, but there was a hint of irritation. "But it would have been undeniably easier if you had just told me straight away that you weren't interested. It would have saved us this awkward conversation."

"It's not an excuse," Azriel ran a hand through his messy hair, feeling stupid. Even though the broken phone was true, and he couldn't have called today even if he'd wanted to, it hadn't been a problem yesterday or the day before.

Eris finally stopped, looking at him as if expecting some continuation. Azriel couldn't help but notice how Eris's gaze fell on his lips, lingering there for just a couple of moments before Eris looked up and continued to look into his eyes. And damn it, looking that hot just standing in some parking lot should be illegal.

Azriel honestly didn’t believe in fate and doubted that his meeting with Eris today was anything like that. However, something inside him screamed that this was his chance. There wouldn’t be another one like it. So, without giving himself another second to think, he did what he had wanted to do back at the bar.

“Damn you, Vanserra,” he muttered, pulling him by the collar and kissing him. To hell with it. He only lived once, so he might as well kiss a hot, rich bastard once.

Eris froze for a second, but then he kissed back, his hand tangling in dark locks. Azriel cupped his cheek, caressing Eris’s face with his calloused hand, while his tongue brushed against his. And damn, kissing Eris was better than anything Azriel had imagined.

“Is this your way of making amends?” Eris asked between kisses. Azriel shrugged.

“I have an even more interesting way that your ass will like.”

“My profession involves not trusting people until proof is provided.”

Azriel smirked and pushed him against the car, kissing him again and pressing against his body, feeling the hard muscles of his abs and shoulders even through the clothes. Eris’s free hand gripped his bicep while his tongue traced the edges of Azriel’s teeth.

After a while, Eris was the first to pull back, catching his breath.

“Let’s go to my place,” Eris said immediately.

“This time without any shitty ultimatums?” Azriel teased, unable to hold back a smirk. Eris just chuckled.

“Is that necessary?” he shrugged. “I can come up with another shitty ultimatum,” Eris leaned closer to his face, smirking. “I have a feeling you’re already in.”

Azriel rolled his eyes at his know-it-all tone and kissed him again, biting his lower lip.

“I need to move my car,” he said when he pulled back. “The parking here charges a ridiculous amount per hour.”

“Should I be worried that this is your subtle way of escaping?”

“Trust me, Eris, the last thing I want right now is to run away from you,” Azriel whispered before grabbing his car keys and heading to his Volvo, which was parked nearby.

Eris watched him as he drove out of the restaurant’s paid parking lot and moved the car to a free parking spot nearby. And the whole time, he thought about how deeply he had gotten himself into this. And this time, he had clearly gotten in too deep.

When Azriel returned, Eris handed him the keys and got into the passenger seat, giving him the address.

“We will go quickly,” Azriel warned, fastening his seatbelt and burning with impatience. Eris gestured for him to drive however he wanted, which was enough to give him the green light to press the gas pedal hard.

The Ferrari screeched with its summer tires unaccustomed to such maneuvers and lunged forward, seamlessly fitting into the only gap in the traffic.

“I think it’s dangerous to give you access to fast cars,” Eris said as the car was picking up speed instead of slowing down in the flow of traffic.

“And yet you do. For the third time, by the way,” Azriel shrugged, gripping the steering wheel tighter and overtaking the car in front.

They stopped at a traffic light. The red numbers slowly changed one after another while Azriel impatiently drummed his fingers on the wheel. His gaze kept returning to Eris, to those sharp features that looked even more predatory and angular in the dim light.

“You know, it’s good that you’re not wearing a seatbelt,” Azriel said as he grabbed his tie in his fist and pulled him in for a kiss.

Eris responded to the kiss immediately, deepening it and leaning closer to Azriel. Resting his hand on the driver’s seat for balance, he tilted his head toward his shoulder, letting Azriel lead, and felt Azriel’s strong fingers gripping his thigh.

Yes. It was good that he wasn’t wearing a seatbelt. Just perfect.

For a few moments, he lost himself in the sensations, completely focused on the kiss and the movements of Azriel’s hand, which first caressed his thigh and then slid higher to cover his erection through his pants.

“I had no doubt,” he smirked into the kiss.

“Revelation of the century,” Eris mumbled, biting his lip, and Azriel responded by tightening his grip on his member.

Not expecting such a reaction, Eris almost managed to stifle a short moan. Almost, because Azriel still heard it and smirked very smugly.

They were interrupted by the honk of the car behind them. It turned out the light had been green for a while, so Azriel reluctantly pulled away from Eris and pressed the gas pedal, wanting to reach their destination as quickly as possible.

Eris didn’t make the task easier, clearly as a form of revenge, running his hand up and down his thigh. Azriel gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white. Every traffic light, every minor traffic jam led to more kisses and teasing. Azriel thought he might go insane by the end of the drive, and honestly, he really wanted to.

Eventually, he saw a residential complex ahead, turned into the parking lot, and parked in the first available spot. They got out of the car, and Azriel looked around with curiosity, noting the expensive cars everywhere, including a familiar Aston Martin, and possibly other cars of Eris scattered around the lot.

“Which floor?” Azriel asked as they entered the elevator.

“Penthouse,” Eris smirked, pressing the appropriate button while Azriel muttered “of course” under his breath.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Azriel found himself pressed against the cold mirrored surface. Eris’s hand rested on his chest, not allowing him to pull away, while he covered Azriel’s lips with his own once more. Azriel responded by sliding his hands down Eris’s back, placing them on his ass.

The elevator dinged as it arrived at their floor, opening its doors. They somehow made it into the apartment, stumbling, kissing, and touching each other. As soon as the hallway door closed behind them, they started hastily tearing each other’s clothes off. It was hurried and messy.

Jacket, blazer, tie, shirts – everything ended up on the floor, and it was unlikely to be moved from there before morning. Azriel buried his face in Eris’s neck, kissing, licking, and biting the tender skin. However, when his hands descended to Eris’s belt, he grabbed his wrists.

“Not so fast,” he said, pulling away.

“Of course,” Azriel huffed, raising his hands. “What next, are you going to insist on the third date rule?”

“I doubt we both have the patience for that,” Eris said. “Bar in the living room, ice in the fridge. Make yourself at home.”

Azriel watched as Eris walked toward the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He exhaled and ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm down. Which was very difficult considering how much the situation had aroused him.

A chance meeting and where did it lead him? Nevertheless, Azriel thanked all higher powers and all the aligning circumstances because right now he regretted nothing.

Walking through Eris’s spacious apartment, Azriel took in the surroundings. Minimalist interior, everything in strict order, every item in its rightful place – Azriel wouldn’t have been surprised if Eris measured everything with a ruler to the millimeter, as he seemed like a person who liked to keep everything under control, including the furniture.

The apartment still smelled of his cologne, which Azriel had already inhaled plenty of while kissing him in the parking lot, in the car, and in the elevator. And he liked the scent, he liked it to the point of dizziness. And apparently, he liked Eris too.

Azriel found glasses in the kitchen, scattering ice into them, and went to the living room. He could believe that this place was for sale, as there were so few personal items that it seemed the apartment was empty. Perhaps Eris just had a lot of real estate; with so many cars, why couldn’t he have multiple apartments? One for each day of the week. Azriel involuntarily chuckled at this thought.

He opened the bar, finding many bottles of different alcohol. Not that he knew much about anything more expensive than an average bottle of beer, so he grabbed whiskey at random. Whatever it was, if it cost as much as a kidney, it must be good.

The sound of water from the bathroom reached him, and Azriel opened the bottle of whiskey, looking out the panoramic windows. The view of the city from this height was magnificent.

However, there was something off-putting about the apartment, probably its uninhabitedness. The cold atmosphere, the lack of any hint of coziness or even that someone lived there. However who was he to judge such a home when his own apartment resembled a student dorm, always messy and chaotic because he often lacked the energy to clean it. And he only used it for two things – to eat and to sleep, and for that, any place would do.

“Whiskey?” came the voice from behind. Azriel turned and saw Eris standing before him in a home shirt and gray sweatpants, with wet hair and a damn smirk.

“Why are you dressed?” Azriel asked, watching as Eris lazily approached the counter where the second glass and bottle were, pouring himself whiskey. “If you’ve changed your mind, just say so.”

Azriel hoped he hadn’t changed his mind, but he would understand any decision. After all, he had ignored him for days and then spontaneously kissed him in the parking lot. Not the most romantic thing he had done in his life.

“I haven’t changed my mind,” Eris shook his head, bringing the glass to his lips while Azriel’s gaze fixed on his Adam’s apple as he took a sip. “But I’m not eager to flaunt my ass in front of panoramic windows.”

“Do you think someone’s looking in through those windows?”

“Anything’s possible.”

Azriel set his glass on the counter, deciding to take a shower as well while Eris settled on the sofa, throwing an arm over the backrest.

“Don’t miss me,” Azriel said. Eris merely saluted him.

In the bathroom, Azriel involuntarily stopped in front of the huge mirror, where his reflection stared back at him—disheveled hair, several hickeys on his neck, lips swollen from kisses. He hadn’t seen himself like this in a long time. Just as he hadn’t felt this way in a long time.

Pulling himself away from his reflection, he turned on the hot water, stripping off his pants and socks, the only remaining items of clothing. The shower was quick, after which he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out. It didn’t matter; he wasn’t planning on keeping either of them clothed for long anyway.

When he entered the living room, he noticed Eris’s gaze sliding over his body, from chest to legs, and he was perfectly fine with it. Especially when the amber eyes looked so predatory and hungry. Azriel smirked and sat down next to him, lifting his glass from the counter.

“To hot displays,” Eris said with a smirk, raising his glass and clinking it with Azriel’s.

“You’re a master of toasts,” Azriel laughed, taking a sip of whiskey. Surprisingly, the ice in his glass hadn’t melted while he was in the shower. Strange.

Azriel wasn’t sure how he should behave right now. His plan since the parking lot had been simple—arrive, have sex, maybe even in the hallway, then get to the bedroom and do it again. Get as many orgasms out of Eris as possible, and then leave to avoid an awkward morning conversation. Eris had ruined that plan from the start.

Eris had ruined his Friday plans in general when the only thing Azriel had planned was to head home, drink beer with frozen pizza, and watch TV with his fish. Or he might have felt like an aesthete and curled up with a book and a cup of tea. In any case, the evening was supposed to be spent alone. And then Eris appeared out of the blue. And showed up in that azure shirt that looked idiotically beautiful on him.

“Should I worry that you have changed your mind?” Eris joked, noticing his thoughtful expression. Azriel just shook his head, smiling.

“Oh no, someone asked for proof and I’m obligated to provide it,” he smirked, while Eris just rolled his eyes and muttered something about excessive self-confidence.

Azriel’s smirk widened as he put his glass back on the counter after finishing the whiskey. Eris quickly caught the signal, getting up from his place and leaving his glass next to Azriel’s.

“The bedroom is upstairs,” he said as Azriel stood up and followed him.

Somewhere midway up the stairs, Eris turned around for some reason, and damn, Azriel felt all his self-control fly out the window because he pulled him close by his shirt and kissed him again.

It was a miracle, or perhaps Eris had a well-honed skill for walking backward, that they didn’t fall as they ascended. They reached his bedroom just like that—kissing like crazy. Eris’s home shirt fell to the floor as soon as the bedroom door opened, and he didn’t mind.

Azriel quickly glanced around—the bedroom was spacious, the interior just as minimalist as the rest of the apartment, and god, that huge bed. So many indecent ideas had never crossed his mind before.

He pushed Eris in the chest, making him fall onto the black sheets. And damn it, Eris looked just magnificent on the black sheets with his red hair scattered chaotically, his snow-white skin covered in freckles. He looked hot without it, but this… This had to be illegal on a state level to look so hot.

Worse was that he knew how good he looked because the bastard threw his arms behind his head and smirked at Azriel while he shamelessly stared at him, trying to decide what to do first. Eris lifted a leg and with one motion tossed the towel onto the floor. And… well, okay, this time he was the breathless one. Azriel noticed it from the movement of his Adam's apple and his attempt to discreetly lick his lips.

“Like what you see?” he asked in the most self-satisfied manner possible.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Eris replied, and Azriel pulled off his pants and underwear, running his hands along the inner side of his thighs before one hand closed around his cock, making Eris exhale loudly.

“I know it’s a bit late to ask, but you do have…”

“Doubting that you carry a ‘fuck the lawyer’ kit with you, yes, I do have lube and condoms,” Eris said, nodding toward the nightstand. Azriel just nodded, removing his hand from Eris’s member, which elicited an almost disappointed sigh, and reached for the necessary shelf.

Finding everything he needed, he returned to Eris, who roughly grabbed him by the hair and pulled him in for another kiss. Eris’s hands slid over his muscles, first from his arms, then to his chest, and lower to his abs. Azriel explored his body as well, though soon it became hard to endure. Foreplay wasn’t really his thing, but he wanted to savor Eris. With Eris, he wanted something different from anything he had with others.

He opened the lube tube, squeezing it onto his fingers and settling between Eris’s legs, who, despite his bold appearance, still betrayed his nervousness. Azriel noticed it from the tense muscles, clenched jaw, and slightly apprehensive eyes, as if Eris didn’t know what to expect from him.

Azriel kept his thoughts to himself, instead biting the skin of his inner thigh while his fingers slid between his buttocks. Leaving marks on the skin, he inserted a finger, watching as Eris closed his eyes, turning his head to the side. Fuck, Azriel wanted to devour him.

He squeezed a firm butt cheek with his free hand, added a second finger, and pushed both in up to the knuckles, closely monitoring the reaction. It pleased him: Eris gasped for air, closed his eyes, and moved toward his hand, and when Azriel found his prostate and pressed on it, he groaned and cursed, gripping the sheets with both hands.

“You’re doing so good for me,” Azriel whispered as he continued rhythmically thrusting his fingers, adding the third one.

“I fucking hate you,” Eris replied without a real bite, tilting his head back on the pillows. Like hell will he ever show what his praise just did to him. Azriel just laughed. He worked him open, then gently withdrew his fingers, and opened the condom package. And the bastard just had to open the package with his teeth, so crude and on display, that it involuntarily captivated Eris.

“So no kink for praise?” he teased while rolling the condom onto himself. Eris glared at him.

“I swear, if you don’t…” His words were cut off as Azriel pushed inside, making his breath hitch. Slowly, then stopping, giving Eris time to adjust.

Azriel wanted Eris intensely. To the point of pain. He wanted to fuck him, slam him into the mattress, do everything he had never allowed himself with any partner before.

Yes, rough sex wasn’t rare for him, but even so, he had never allowed himself to completely let go, to give himself a bright green light, even if the partner said they wanted it. With Eris, Azriel wanted to release all his possible dark demons and go wild, without a second thought. And he felt like Eris wanted that too.

“Azriel,” Eris moaned his name as Azriel began to move, still slowly, gradually picking up speed. “Don’t hold back.”

Those words were a switch in Azriel’s head. Like a toggle.

“You asked for it,” he hissed before tossing one of Eris’s long legs onto his shoulder and thrusting deeply into him, savoring the sound of his moan in response.

Watching Eris’s reaction, Azriel established a firmer pace—fast and deep, his hands gripping his thighs, surely leaving bruises. And Eris moaned in response, arching his back and biting his knuckles, trying to stifle the sounds escaping his mouth.

Azriel moved his hands from his thighs to his arms, pulling them away from Eris’s face and pinning them above his head.

“I’d prefer to hear you,” he said, giving another sharp thrust.

“I’d prefer less manhandling,” Eris hissed, exhaling sharply.

“Liar,” Azriel smirked and only quickened the pace, making Eris gasp for air and slide his back against the bed with each new thrust.

Azriel leaned in, burying his face in Eris’s neck, kissing, biting the skin, leaving hickeys and teeth marks, moving with short kisses and bites along the collarbones, and unable to pull away, braced himself on his elbows, rhythmically thrusting him into the bed and enjoying the sounds Eris made, trying to be quieter and failing each time. If it were possible, Azriel would have stopped the world at that moment, stayed like that forever.

“A-Azriel,” Eris moaned, almost whining, on the edge of orgasm. And damn, Azriel thought he could come just from the sight of Eris.

He released Eris’s hands, and Eris clung to his back with his hands, scratching possibly even intentionally, while Azriel covered his cock with his hand, giving a few more thrusts before Eris came. After a few more thrusts, Azriel came too with a quiet groan and then collapsed onto the mattress next to Eris.

“And you didn’t want to go on a date with me,” Eris smiled, panting.

“If I had known, I would have definitely agreed sooner,” Azriel replied, also breathing heavily and removing the condom.

“At least you provided all proofs.”

“Not all of it,” Azriel smirked, and Eris smirked back at him. Well, the night was still young.

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lorre-verie · 2 years

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「ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ ᴛᴇᴇɴꜱ (ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ)」

title for those that use a screen reader:

Dates with the Avatar Teens (Modern AU)

bit of context: this is when you both are dating in highschool so everyones like 17-18

— courtesy of lorre-verie (thats me)

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note: for some reason (at least on my screen) the images appear wonky and not in line, so if that happens to u im so sorry idk how to fix it 😭

𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌

I feel like you guys could go on a couple different dates depending on what you like. His favourite kind of dates would be anything including outdoor physical activity, swimming on the beach, (indoor) rock climbing, bungee jumping, mini road trips (would have his license) even just a simple walk along the forest. If you aren’t as adventurous as him but are still willing to try it out just cause he likes it, he would be so appreciative of you and you guys would have literally so much fun. Other dates are simply watching tv shows together, going to fun 3d picture museums, shopping at the mall. He’s also willing to try anything you want to try and go to any place you want to visit. He's literally perfect i love him so much but he's dead so

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈

i don’t feel like she’s the type of person to want to go on dates specifically (she wouldn't label it as a date), but you guys hang out often at each other’s places and that's enough for her personally, but in case you do want to go out somewhere special she probably will agree. if it was up to her she’d take you to her favourite river or a lake and you guys could sit on the pier and just talk about life, doubling over with laughter whenever either of you cracks a funny joke. that’s her type of date. but again she's up for anything else as long as its with you <3 would definitely take you to her favourite thrift shop and you guys could get cute matching couple outfits. In case you guys go anywhere picturesque she’s the BEST photographer, knows all the angles and all the poses, super still hands when she takes the photos and none of them are ever less than flawless.

𝐋𝐎'𝐀𝐊

you guys would definitely go to the movies (works there part time and uses his worker privileges to get free popcorn and drinks), arcade, skateboarding park, roller skate park, literally anything and everything fun. also enjoys staying in and laying in bed together just scrolling on tiktok (and making tiktoks with each other). during these dates he would take photos of you and post it on his secret instagram account titled mypookiey/n that kiri, teyam, aonung, rotxo and you follow (reya not included cause I feel like if he didn’t like tsireya romantically he’d be kinda shy to talk to her since she’s like the popular girl and he considers himself an outcast). you guys record music covers together and he loves editing them cause he loves hearing your voice (gets so giddy inside, totally has a shy small smile on his face when u sing he's so cute AGHHHH)

𝐀𝐎'𝐍𝐔𝐍𝐆

amusement park dates WOOO you’d both have so much fun. riding roller coasters, playing the mini games, going into the photo booths, buying cotton candy, couple selfies on the ferris wheel, never a dull moment with this guy. If he sees a giant teddy bear as a prize for a minigame he would get you it in one try. often invites you to be front row at his basketball games and in case you’re interested in learning he would not hesitate to teach you the best he could (would also mock you for not being as good as him). He holds your hand everywhere (in case ur not good with PDA he wouldn’t but i think we can all agree his love language is physical touch so….would be a very hard time for him). In case you’re struggling with maths he would definitely tutor you, you could kinda consider that a date??? I guess????

𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐗𝐎

cafe, library, studying dates. that and also you both go to the mall together. He’s very funny and can make a joke out of anything, any “boring” date he can turn right around. Since he’s good with his words definitely tries to embarrass you in public by reading out a poem dedicated to you that he made on the spot, earning a smack on the back of the head from you. He also does this thing where he takes you to check out the toy sections in shops and you both make fun of the price together because what the hell why is a little pony plushie like 25 bucks?? he also loves taking couple photos together

𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀

you guys eat together, go to cute cafes, picnics in the park, also enjoy laying in bed and scrolling through tik tok together. window shopping is a must, always tries out cute outfits and asks you for your opinion on them, and also fixes together pieces for you to wear. you guys do cute ass stuff like interlocking pinkies and then taking photos of said pinkies and posting it on your stories. dog cafes, cat cafes, and bird cafes are also great. also loves doing sleepovers, always insists on sleeping in a sleeping bag no matter if a bed is available or not because it's part of the fun. she will also do your skincare with or without you asking.

Literally guess who i had the easiest time writing for is and who i struggled with the most bet u cant get it right. i just wanted 2 post this just because im feeling guilty as hell cause it's been a week and there's minimal progress on the neteyam series…we’re getting there i promise guys. reblogs and comments are most appreciated, it lets me know whether the content im putting out is actually good or not 😭

In case u’re interested u can check out my masterlist for more stuff like this (literally only one other modern au thing but i do have other fics) tysm and have a gorgeous day!

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writer12 · 1 year

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• Relations with them | Nami, Usopp, Robin

A/n: Attention! Perhaps OС's characters and all this is a collection of my headcanons and thoughts.

I don't have many ideas for getting to know Nami, but it seems like a good idea that you are a new member of the team. She is slightly suspicious of you and may even take a couple of coins while you are not looking.

But her attitude is easy to change with a couple of actions. If you are strong enough to protect her, it will make Nami warm to you and protect you in return. But if you are not too strong, then just pay attention to it. Nami loves attention to her person and will only warm up to you even more.

After a while, Nami will want to answer you in kind. From simply not taking your money to buying you small trinkets. Nami likes to give gifts, but she likes to receive them more. Therefore, she expects that after her gifts to you, you will do something nice for her in return.

Nami easily understands her feelings for you, but doesn't know how to express it. She understands that her simple courtesies are not enough and she wants to do something special. Nami might even ask Robin or Sanji for advice, but she doesn't really want too many people to find out about her crush ahead of time.

Her confession will be rather unusual. On the new island that she specially chose for her confession, Nami went with you separately from the rest of the team. She will take you to all the shops, allowing you to choose whatever you want, and in the evening, a romantic dinner awaits you on the ship with a confession at the end.

In a relationship, Nami loves to receive gifts and attention. As with friendship, she expects her partner to give her the best possible attention. In return, she will try to do so in return.

In my opinion, Nami can be quite jealous in relationships, but not over the top. She can become jealous if she sees that you are spending too much time on someone other than her (especially if that someone is beautiful, I feel like Nami has some self-esteem issues). But she will stop being jealous of you if she realizes that you are not seriously interested in the other person.

I have an idea that you as a member of the team were before him and perhaps more experienced than him, so all he wants is to get your help and approval.

Usopp already has self-esteem issues so he could use a trusted person like you to support him. Give him a compliment, he will blush and try to say something in response, but will only stutter. Give him a gift, he too will blush and with difficulty take the gift with sweaty hands.

Usopp is one of those guys who thinks women can't love him. Therefore, it will be very difficult for him to accept his feelings for you and confess. He will simply try to hide somewhere on the ship or in his workshop and will think about it for a long time.

Usopp may be a romantic, but he always gets out of hand. I'm sure Usopp will try to give you some kind of gift to acknowledge his feelings, but due to his shyness, he will either not give a gift, or due to his carelessness, the gift may break.

He would do a lot, but none of them lived to see this thing intact. The poor guy is just tired of trying to give you the "most perfect gift." Therefore, he simply confesses his love to you out of fatigue. Maybe he was upset that his confession would turn out to be so "less romantic", but he was in seventh heaven with happiness that you accept his feelings.

He is so shy! No matter how many times you kiss him and do other romantic things, he will still blush a lot.

Usopp tries to be romantic. He does not have much money to take you anywhere or buy things for you (because he spends money on materials for inventions), but he will gladly make you something that will be useful to you around the house or in life. (He'll definitely make the two of you wedding rings in the future!)

(This woman deserves a lot of love and attention, if you don't give it to her, then I will!)

I don't have too many ideas for Robin either. Maybe you became a new member of the team and Robin just couldn't get interested in you. Maybe because of your appearance or character, this is not entirely clear. It is clear that this helps her to strike up a first conversation and friendship with you.

If you are a restless person and cannot see on the spot, then she will watch you with a smile on her lips. But if you are a quiet person and love to read, then Robin will bring you interesting books and make tea so that the two of you can discuss books.

Robin will immediately understand her attitude towards you, but she needs time to notice and make sure that you think the same. As soon as she noticed from your slightest gestures that you then thought the same thing, she began to act.

It all starts with the fact that she gives you small signs of attention. From making tea and small compliments to gifting books and semi-hidden flirting. Robin will do this until she understands that you also feel your feelings for her.

Her recognition can be simple or complex. She might just set you up with a date in the library or with books and put a written confession in the form of a bookmark. But she can also arrange a nice candlelight date for the two of you and confess at the end.

When in a relationship, Robin will shower you with love in every possible way. Her favorite way to show love is by giving gifts and showing love in the form of hugs and kisses. But she shows it more gently, she loves to give you subtle and beautiful hints. For example, she can make you some kind of romantic gesture like one of the characters in your favorite novel did.

Robin in a relationship will also become more protective of you. You will no longer be able to fight without her help and supervision if the battle becomes very serious. She loves you with all her heart and does not want you to die in battle or from wounds.

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A/n: I haven't written in a long time, I know. But in return, soon I will open requests and write about One Piece and other fandoms! (I'll also start writing for One Piece on Netflix soon, so stay tuned!)

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worst thing about being with the THH cast?

Sayaka doesn’t ever tell you what’s wrong, since she doesn’t want to worry you. It may feel like she doesn’t trust you, she can open up to you but often chooses not to.

Leon is stubborn. He will never lose a fight, even when you’re clearly in the right. It’s frustrating how stubborn he can be, and his anger issues do not help either.

Chihiro is constantly trying to be a better partner, even though you keep insisting they are perfect the way they are they always insist they can be better. It just feels like no matter what you do, they won’t listen, they don’t believe you, they never think they’re enough.

Mondo gets jealous, and it’s constant. And as we know his jealousy can prove to be dangerous. If people thought he way scary when he’s angry they haven’t seen him when he’s jealous and it’s something you have to deal with. Not only how loud he yells when he’s jealous but how he may treat you at times because of his jealousy.

Hifumi may at times seem more interested in 2d or even Celeste than you. Fear not! He loves you! However, his other attachments are strong ones and it may make you feel like you’re not as important, he doesn’t mean it though.

Taka never takes time to himself, it’s hard to do anything with him that isn’t work. If you two are hanging out it’s with mondo, it’s really hard to spend some fun quality time with him.

Celeste does not ever show her true self to you, for the longest time you didn’t know about her fake accent and fake hair. In the end, you don’t know that much about her despite dating her.

Sakura is a hopeless romantic at heart but has a hard time showing this at times due to being embarrassed. She makes you feel like maybe she’s embarrassed of you or being with you, that’s not the case though of course.

Mukuro may seem like she prioritizes her sister over you a lot of the time. She’s willing to throw away you and herself and everything she’s ever wanted for despair, even if it’s not something she particularly cares for.

Where do I even start with junko? She’s willing to kill you because she knows it’ll be one of the most despair inducing things in the world, or even put you simply through pain and suffering because it would hurt her that much.

Makoto thinks he constantly needs to compensate for you dating him, always getting you gifts and insisting on buying you things and never lets you do the same in return. It’s nice but it’s kinda sad.

Byakuya has an attitude, and when he’s in a grumpy mood does not want to deal with you. He may make you feel like you don’t matter to him at times but he will remind you when needed.

Hina acts upon her feelings too much and may assume certain things without consulting you first about them. She makes reckless decisions without asking you about them, even if they’re matter you should deal with yourself.

Toko is a bit .. gross in her pervy nature.. as you may know. She is also extremely negative towards herself which may cause some issues in your relationship and how she acts towards you.

Kyoko may not always tell you things, she will eventually but it takes a bit. At times it may seem like she doesn’t trust you and then may turn around and get upset if you do something similar. She can be hypercritical at times.

Hiro is a loving boyfriend but he messes up a lot. Anytime he tries to cook or clean he may mess up the food and there may be spots that aren’t perfectly clean either. He tries his best but it can get exhausting.

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what do you think of the possibility of a jon/arya/gendry triangle?

unless gendry is gonna have a thing for both arya and jon, i don't buy it.

i think when arya and gendry meet again, there will be some sort of romantic angle. i think it's very clear from our last glimpses at gendry that he really regrets separating from arya because he thinks he left her to be captured and married off to ramsay, and i think there's the added guilt there of him feeling like..."i should have just told her i loved her back." i know she doesn't quite say she loves him but i think that direction they gave maisie in the show, where when she says "i can be your family" "no you would be milady" that she should say it as if she's saying "i love you" is essentially the conversation arya and gendry are having in the book as well (just not so straightforward, because sometimes tv simply needs to spell it out in a way a book doesn't). arya is telling gendry, in a roundabout way that she likely doesn't even understand (i mean...she clearly doesn't understand, she's young enough to get she has like A Bond with gendry but not so old to imo realize that what she's feeling is a crush) that she loves him and she wants him to keep traveling with her because of that. and gendry is telling her, essentially, that love is not enough.

for gendry, i think there's a few things at play there - there's the class issue which is the biggest number one factor and it's something he can't ever get around, and gendry is older and not so sheltered and gets that even if arya has good intentions, like as not he's going to be making armor for her husband and not actually living with her the way she naively assumes they'll get to do until the end of time. but beyond that, i think gendry is very aware of arya's crush on him and isn't sure how to handle it. i think he recognizes the weird age gap but it's also like...it's close enough that they consider each other "peers" essentially. think of like a high school freshman and a seventh grader. they were peers in middle school, and now all of a sudden the high schooler is "inappropriate." how do you handle this as a child? do you even understand why this boundary exists? arya doesn't see it but gendry clearly does and i think that's another factor - he is interested but he feels it's taking advantage (because it is!) to encourage it. so his rejection of her, while not textually romantic, is still a romantic rejection and they both know it. but now he's heard she's been married to a man even older than he is, and this man is raping and abusing her constantly, and gendry is thinking "i should have just gotten over myself and went with her."

but if there's a love triangle (i think it's not likely because arya was meant to be much older than she is now, and that's one of the things george has since cut and is struggling with), it's not gonna be between arya, gendry, and her brother. i just don't see any evidence that either jon or arya feel romantic anything towards each other, nor do i see the point of this relationship specifically going romantic. you have the same issue with arya/gendry which is the age gap being deeply uncomfortable for one thing, and i don't think i could ever get over this specific one because jon and arya grew up together. they are best friends. it's much too jaehaerys and alysanne for me. "oh they think of each other all the time" yeah i also think about my cousin constantly that doesn't mean i want to fuck her! it just means we're very close!! do we think oberyn wanted to fuck elia?? do we think ned wanted to fuck lyanna??? no, i think it's much more likely it would be something between gendry, arya, and edric dayne. he's closer in age, he's involved in the riverlands plot that arya will be rejoining soon enough, both he and gendry are in the brotherhood, and there's a lot of anti parallels between the boys - being castle raised vs raised in flea bottom, being high born vs being base and low born, ned's very name being a potential clue to the lyanna mystery, gendry's entire existence being a clue to the twincest reveal, etc. do i think it's still likely to happen? no because george cannot slow his plot down to save his goddamn life and i do think the youngest starklings (rickon, arya, and bran) are the ones who are going to suffer the most there. i think it could have been real fun though, i'll miss the idea of arya being in a love triangle, i think she deserves some normal teenage drama after the shit she's been through. alas.

#asks #anons #anti jonrya #just to be safe.#also fun fact i had a patron named arya today!!!!!!

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tagged by @youngestdaughtersyndrome and @glassangels (thank you <3333)

are you named after anyone ? yes i'm named after my nana !! (my full name is margaret hehe)

2. when was the last time you cried? a couple of weeks ago when i was saying goodbye to my cousin who moved out of state w her boyfriend so he can complete his residency for med school................. partly bc i miss her a lot but also bc i genuinely feel like i am never going to experience healthy romantic love i feel like it wasn't made for me HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

3. do you have kids? does my cat count bc i raised her from a little baby kitten she was so tiny she fit in the palm of my hand :3

4. what sports do you play/have played? i was on a swim team all throughout junior high and high school and sometimes i miss just mindlessly swimming laps and getting lost in the pure muscle memory of it but then i remember getting up at 5am on saturdays to go to meets and i realize i can live without it 5. do you use sarcasm? my favorite show is daria u tell me

6. what's the first thing you notice about someone? usually eyes or clothing. living in a place where it's rare to find other ppl my age that dress "alt" i'm always looking for ppl that have interesting personal style.

7. eye color? not to be some annoying white girl on main but they change depending on what i'm wearing. they're usually either blue or gray or a teal color.

8. scary movies or happy endings? considering nothing in my life has ever worked out the way i want it to i can't relate to happy endings. almost all of my favorite films have heavy horror or psychological thriller aspects

9. any talents? i'm a pretty decent singer. i was trained classically and sang in choirs for like seven years, so i also know how to read music. other than that i think i'm really good at interior decorating or just being able to make things "aesthetically pleasing". i also think i'm a pretty good writer and that i manipulate language in a really unique form that gives way to a really clear voice in my work.

10. where were you born? simferopol, ukraine

11. hobbies? journalling, staring into the void, photographing/exploring abandoned buildings, grieving, making playlists for every emotion i've ever felt, clinging onto a past that everyone else has forgotten about except me, reading books that make me feel like i need a lobotomy, antique shopping, blackberry picking, sunbathing, being a heinous bitch

12. any pets? i have two cats (phantasma and smokey), and then my mom and sister have four dogs between the both of them so i am constantly living in autistic hell (they never stop barking and chewing up my stuff)

13. height? 5'4" (162.5cm) i'm so sorry to expose myself as Tiny i know i give off Tall Energy

14. favorite school subject? overall i'd say english but i've also thoroughly enjoyed a bunch of different courses i've taken in college like stage makeup, medieval and modern theatre, and all of my creative writing courses

15. dream job? i simply do not dream of labor but since i can only get a serotonin rush from buying clothes i don't need it would be pretty swaggy if i could be a published author or if i could work in the music industry somehow, perhaps at a radio station with my own radio show or even making my own music. i also deeply miss my job at the used bookstore i had during the worst summer of my life. something about being surrounded by books all day is so comforting.

tagging: @arunima @symptomofloves @discoidal @diabolicjoy @severrance and anyone else that wants to do this <33

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the tortured poets department (gale’s version)

tracks one through five

summary: an analyzation of TTPD with comparisons to gale dekarios’ story and life. some generalized things are part of the version of gale i’ve made in my mind that makes sense for his character to me.

or: me rambling about the TTPD songs and how each lyric relates to gale dekarios.

word count: 3.8k

tags: taylor swift is mothering with this new album, gale dekarios, i am mystra’s hateclub ceo, most of these songs are about their breakup sorry if i reiterate things a million times, MENTIONS OF S/H & SUICIDE. DO NOT READ IF THESE THINGS TRIGGER YOU.

author’s note: this multi-part series is going to be written in a much more casual style than my traditional fanfics. if you notice me rambling or screaming for like three sentences straight, don't be alarmed, I did spell check everything!

First and foremost, I absolutely LOVE this album. Artistically and lyrically, this is one of Taylor’s most sophisticated albums. It’s a story not really about boys or love or anything (not in the same way that other albums/songs have been, at least. take ‘love story’ or ‘enchanted’ for example), but instead is about her. Yes, her songs have technically always been about her. But this album has such a different ring to it. It’s about her and her feelings and about telling her story to the world, no matter if it makes people upset. This album is so unapologetically Taylor Swift that it is simply just… beautiful. I love this album SO much.

Now… let’s get into it!

fortnight;

I see this song both from the perspective of Gale and that of Mystra thinking of Gale.

“I was a functioning alcoholic till nobody noticed my new aesthetic”

makes me think of Gale hiding in his tower for a whole Year after receiving the orb. He and Mystra’s relationship wasn’t the longest either had ever had, but the breaking it off still hurt more than anything he’d ever experienced.

“All of this to say I hope you're okay/But you're the reason/And no one here's to blame/But what about your quiet treason?”

THIS IS SO. Gale knows that he’s, he was at fault for some of it too. But her treason against him (leaving him to die) goes overlooked by SO many. Even Gale overlooks her misdemeanors because he feels like he is ALSO at fault, and STILL wishes her the best despite it all.

“And for a fortnight there, we were forever/Run into you sometimes, ask about the weather/Now you're in my backyard, turned into good neighbors/Your wife waters flowers, I wanna kill her”

Metaphorically, they were together for a “fortnight”. They weren’t together for a Long time romantically, so their relationship wasn’t a long one. But now every time he uses the Weave or connects with her it’s like everything has changed and he has to play nice for fear of losing whatever friendship they had. And I’m sure some part of Gale is angry at Elminster for still being her Chosen and still having her affection (‘your wife waters flowers’).

“All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February/I took the miracle move-on drug, the effects were temporary”

Even though February is the shortest month, I personally interpret the analogy like ‘this was short, but it feels longer’ and with ‘all my mornings are Mondays’ it’s like starting over time and time again but always ending up at the start. With Gale, even though their time together was futile, he’s still stuck on it. No matter how hard he tries, the effects of Mystra’s romantic loss on him is Hard. His mind always wraps back around to it.

“I love you, it’s ruining my life”

Gale still talked about Mystra and was willing to give up his life for her. He would’ve done Anything for her.

“Thought of calling you, but you won’t pick up”

Gale still tries to reach out to her even though he Knows she won’t listen to him. Even though he Knows she wants nothing to do with him right now, he still tries to reach her.

“Move to Florida, buy the car you want/buy it won’t start till I touch, touch, touch you”

He can move on and try to escape it all but no matter what he does, Mystra is Always There. She always will be. Because without her and her power, he has nothing. And it messes with him Terribly.

the tortured poets department;

“You’re in self-sabatoge mode, throwing spikes down on the road”

Mystra KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING. How could she not?? How could she not know the magic he was using and not see what he was trying to do for her? He was destroying their relationship long before the tome and she had the Audacity to not say anything about it.

However, on Gale’s end, “But I've seen this episode and still loved the show”

LITERALLY KARSUS’ FOLLY. Gale was so aware of what Karsus had done and knew of his mistakes and sought to not be like him… yet he did something similar because he thought that the rest of the ‘show’ or relationship in this case could be different and wouldn’t affect the rest of it.

BUT, then, “And who's gonna hold you like me?/And who's gonna know you, if not me?”

Mystra knows he can try to move on, but she will always be there at the forefront of his mind. He can attempt to escape, but she is Always There.

“"You're not Dylan Thomas, I'm not Patti Smith/This ain't the Chelsea Hotel, we'rе modern idiots"”

I take this lyric as something Mystra says in a way to Gale. Kind of how she tells him to “be contented” (yes I reference this line a lot). Mystra tries to tell him that their love is not the grandest and not legendary. It is going to end. While she doesn’t refer to herself as an idiot, I feel the line can be taken as she sees the love itself as idiotic. She’s had so many lovers that this with Gale is just.. pointless, in a sense? She never had any intention of furthering his magic any more than it had been, so his idea with her is stupid.

“But you awaken with dread, pounding nails in your head/But I’ve read this one before, where you come undone”

She’s had So Many Chosen and even had someone try and literally usurp her power before. She knew what she was doing with him, even if Gale had no clue what was going to happen.

“Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me/But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave/And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen/Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be”

GALE IS INSECURE. MYSTRA TELLS HIM TO BE CONTENT AND HE TRIES TO!!!! He really Really tries to but cannot bring himself to. People who still just see him as her Chosen find little to no issue because they think he’s this great, grand, all-powerful wizard so it makes Sense.

“At dinner, you take my ring off my middle finger/And put it on the one people put wedding rings on/And that's the closest I've come to my heart exploding”

MYSTRA. She tells him to be contented even when he’s begging for more and wants to know her more intimately and instead of squashing the idea he had of becoming something greater with her, she just lets him SIT WITH THE IDEA. KNOWING FULL WELL WHAT HE WOULD'VE DONE AND WHAT HE WANTED TO DO. This song is so Mystra saying that Gale will never find anything greater than her and Gale’s heartbreak and realization over that fact.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys;

“Oh, here we go again/The voices in his head/Called the rain to end our days of wild”

I take this as Mystra seeing Gale and knowing that she was going to start something with him. After all, she had to know of his magic usage even as a small child up until she was back and fully alive again. In my headcanons/ideas she was appearing to him perhaps not with full strength but still showing herself even when he was 16/17. She also would’ve known the ideas in his head of growing more powerful and trying to love her with every part of himself.

“The sickest army doll/Purchased at the mall/Rivulets descend my plastic smile”

Mystra chose him much like one chooses a doll they purchase. She used him and abused him, and forced him to carry his fake plastic smile even when he had tears streaming down his face when she left him.

“But you should’ve seen him when he first got me”

GALES UTTER HAPPINESS OVER BEING CHOSEN BY MYSTRA? He had been practicing since he was a child. Mystra was his absolute everything!!

“My boy only breaks his favorite toys, toys, oh/I'm queen of sand castles he destroys, oh, oh”

AHHH. No matter how hard Gale could’ve and was trying, he crumbled the relationship in his hands. He didn’t mean to, but it happened regardless. Also, ‘queen of sandcastles he destroys’ THINKING that he was standing on stable ground with Mystra, before realizing that it was easy to ruin and never stable to begin with. At the same time, though, Mystra thinking that she had Gale exactly where she wanted him and then realizing that he was going down a path she wouldn’t support. But instead of helping him rebuild she just let him sit with his destruction.

“There was a litany of reasons why/We could've playеd for keeps this time”

both with Mystra and Gale, either of them could’ve fought to maintain the relationship. But Gale was the only one who actually… did.

“I know I'm just repeating mysеlf/Put me back on my shelf/But first, pull the string/And I'll tell you that he runs/Because he loves me (He loves me)”

Gale constantly says the same thing over and over about Mystra and their relationship. He has hope! But he knows she’s going to ‘put [him] back on [her] shelf’ and no longer play with him. She/Tav pulls his string (like Woody/Jessie, pulling their string makes them say their pre-recorded phrases) and he just repeats the idea that he can gain her forgiveness again and that she can love him again. I also relate the ‘repeating myself’ and ‘pull the string’ to one another, too. No matter how many times you pull the string, the doll just repeats the same phrases over and over again. In this case, we know Gale can and does change his tune if you let him, but if he doesn’t and he explodes he keeps the same exact idea for the rest of the game.

“Once I fix me/He's gonna miss me”

crying because Gale consistently thinks that if he does everything Mystra asks that she will forgive him and things can go back to how they were.

“Just say when, I'd play again/He was my best friend down at the sandlot/I felt more when we played pretend/Than with all the Kens/'Cause he took me out of my box”

In a heartbeat, Gale would go back to Mystra and return to their dysfunction. Their relationship was like ‘playing pretend’ and when brought back to reality it was much harsher. He felt more because it was so unrealistic and not expected to last, much like how when you made up stories playing pretend, you would start new ones over and over again. She ‘took [him] out of [his] box’ only to ‘put [him] back on [his] shelf’ but the idea that he was wanted was what made it worth it.

“Stole my tortured heart/Left all these broken parts/Told me I'm better off/But I'm not/I'm not, I'm not”

this is a prevalent theme in all of the album, being ‘stolen’ or ‘taken’ and then being ‘broken’ or ruined, before being casted aside for the idea of being ‘better off’. Gale thinks he’s not better off and would prefer being taken and toyed with, but in reality it’s more beneficial to him. It’s the process of it that hurts.

down bad;

I cannot even begin to comprehend this one. In Taylor’s explanation of this song she states that the metaphor for love-bombing is of an alien taking someone and showing them the galaxy and then sending them home when they really liked it there. And that is just. UGH.

“Did you really beam me up/In a cloud of sparkling dust/Just to do experiments on?/Tell me I was the chosen one/Showed me that this world is bigger than us/Then sent me back where I came from”

THIS. “Tell me i was the chosen one” She did!!! She literally picked Gale as her chosen and then told him to “be contented” as if he wouldn’t be striving for more. She gave him a small slice of godhood and expected him to not want more?

“Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym/Everything comes out teenage petulance/"Fuck it if I can't have him"/"I might just die, it would make no difference"”

Gale locked himself in his tower for a whole Year, nearly dying because he was so depressed over everything. Yes, he also nearly died because of the orb, BUT he mostly locked himself away because of his mourning the relationship.

“Down bad, wakin' up in blood/Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up/Fuck it if I can't have us/I might just not get up, I might stay”

Had Tara not been there, I do not think Gale would’ve lived. 100% he would’ve died after that first year because he refused to get out of bed. He just wanted Mystra and to have the Weave and without that he was willing to die.

“Did you take all my old clothes/Just to leave me here, naked and alone/In a field in my same old town/That somehow seems so hollow now?/They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about/The existence of you”

THIS??? She took away his abilities (his old self) and left him with, essentially, nothing. And then expected him to just be in Waterdeep and be fine? And then when he’s abducted, if you don’t romance him and/or have him explode for you, he LITERALLY gets called crazy for talking about Mystra. Literally. I’m 90% sure you can tell him to shut up when he tells you the truth about the orb.

“I loved your hostile takeovers/Encounters closer and closer/All your indecent exposures/How dare you say that it's—“

AUGH. Whenever Gale talks about Mystra and how she appeared to him, no matter how much she’s hurt him, he still loves her? He still reminisces on those moments with love and adoration for her despite all the pain that came with it. Everything they did he loved, and her tossing him aside Hurt. Also the sadness in her voice as she says “how dare you say it’s—“ because she ALMOST says ‘over’ but it’s choked back because if she says it she’ll start crying. The same with Gale. He knows in his heart that it’s over but this part of him can’t handle the fact that it is and that Mystra would end it like that.

“I'll build you a fort on some planet/Where they can all understand it/How dare you think it's romantic/Leaving me safe and stranded/'Cause fuck it, I was in love/So fuck you if I can't have us/'Cause fuck it, I was in love”

Gale was SO ready to explore more with Mystra and have her in her entirety. Was it a bit selfish trying to be a god to do that? Yes. BUT she literally left him completely alone after having the orb!! He wanted so much with her and wanted to be able to expand his abilities to match her and instead she tossed him aside like she was “helping” him but really she was destroying him. He was so in love with her (and, yes, the weave too) that he would’ve done everything. Then as the game goes on you can see his progression to understanding how she hurt him and how he’s allowed to be angry about it.

so long, london;

this is one of my FAVORITE songs on this album. the intro is so beautiful and so haunting. this song also makes me SO sad.

“I saw in my mind fairy lights through the mist/I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift/Pulled him in tighter each time he was driftin' away”

UGH OKAY. Metaphorically, the fairy lights were like that light at the end of the tunnel. But the mist blocks them out, making it hard to tell if there really is this fantasy-like future ahead or if it’s your mind playing tricks on you. With Gale, he wanted so desperately to have a happy ending. And yes, he does eventually get it depending on how you play, but when it comes to Mystra and everything, he really… doesn’t? He tries so hard to carry the ‘rift’ or the breaking of their foundation. Every time Mystra pulls away from him, he tries to pull her close and hold onto that fantasy he thinks he’s going to have.

“My spine split from carrying us up the hill/Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill/I stopped tryna make him laugh, stopped tryna drill the safe”

CARRYING US UP THE HILL? SISYPHUS (‘thanK you aIMee’ also has a similar lyric that makes me think of sisyphus as well but that will be saved for that song). Punished to forever push that stone up the hill with no end, never being free from the weight. Not only is she trying to push and carry this weight up, she also is soaked and her bones are tired. She has so much on her own plate that trying to keep up this relationship and keep it going is only making everything else worse. In the same sense, Gale kept trying to keep this dying relationship going. Rather than it being easy, everything just kept piling on top of one another and pulling him down more and more. Eventually, he let’s go of it and stops trying to win her over. He stops trying to ‘drill the safe’, or, stops trying to get something that was never his to begin with. Something that is locked away for a reason.

“Thinkin', "How much sad did you think I had/Did you think I had in me?"/Oh, the tragedy/So long, London/You'll find someone”

MYSTRA THINKING HE COULD HANDLE IT ALL? And then just leaving him. Leaving him to deal with it all on his own. The ‘so long, London’ to me is both Gale saying goodbye to the Weave AND Waterdeep. Obviously he returns to Waterdeep (if he doesn’t explode) but it’s not the same as how he went in. He’s much different when he returns. Also, he knows Mystra will find someone else. He has no worries about that. In the same sense, Mystra knows Gale will find someone else too. Even if he’s still holding onto parts of her.

“I didn't opt in to be your odd man out/I founded the club she's heard great things about/I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath”

Gale went into it thinking he would have her forever. At least, his concept of forever. He didn’t want Mystra or the Weave if it meant that, one day, he might be closed out from it all. He left everything behind for her, and yet she left him behind in his tower to rot.

“I stopped CPR, after all, it's no use/The spirit was gone, we would never come to”

He tried so, so incredibly hard to bring the relationship back to life. But, eventually, he had to give up and realize that help wasn’t coming, it was long gone, and he had to let go. “And I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free” THIS LYRIC ALONE. And the way Taylor says ‘free’ with the shake in her voice… This is. I feel like, deep down, Gale is genuinely hurt and angry with Mystra for all she did. And not just her, Elminster, too. If someone would’ve realized what was going on, he could’ve been saved. But, instead, he dedicated all his youth, his time, his energy, all to her. All to the Weave. Only for it to mean nothing in the end.

“And you say I abandoned the ship/But I was going down with it/My white-knuckle dying grip/Holding tight to your quiet resentment”

THIS?? Mystra saying that Gale was trying to usurp her authority or take over her magic when in reality all he wanted was to love her? Her accusing him of essentially trying to kill her when really he just wanted to be closer to her. He literally was willing to do anything for her, even after she hurt him he was willing to die for her. He tried holding on so so hard, that ‘white knuckle dying grip’ showing how tightly he was gripping onto this relationship. For better or for worse he was willing to drown if it meant he still had a piece of that relationship.

“And my friends said it isn't right to be scared/Every day of a love affair/Every breath feels like rarest air/When you're not sure if he wants to be there”

UGGHHHHH. Tav telling Gale pretty much that he doesn’t have to do this? He doesn’t have to hold onto Mystra and follow her every beck and call and he has to realize that. Every day Mystra finds someone else or focuses her attention on another Chosen, he’s so scared he’s going to lose her forever. Every moment she doesn’t speak to him or ignores him, he fears he’s going to have everything taken away from him. UGHHH.

“You swore that you loved me, but where were the clues?/I died on the altar waitin' for the proof/You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days”

THIS. LYRIC. TOO. Mystra promised him that she loved him, that she was essentially as devoted to him, but every moment Gale spent waiting for her to prove that, to show the same amount of love that he held for her, she failed him. She left him at the altar alone with all his hopes and dreams. She sacrificed him, or wanted him to sacrifice himself, really, for her. So she could keep going and not have to deal with him anymore.

“And I'm just getting color back into my face/I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place for”

GALE FINALLY BEING ABLE TO BE HIMSELF AGAIN!! When he realizes he can trust Tav and doesn’t need to hide these parts of himself.. and then he tells them his secrets and he apologizes for keeping them but he was so wounded from his last relationship that he doesn’t know what to do. Then he gets color back into his face and he’s finally able to heal from it all. And he’s so mad because he loved the Weave and he loved being so talented with it but it’s all in the past and it’s all lost to him now. Even though he still has it but.. you get the picture. UGHH THIS SONG. THIS SONG!!

If you made it this far, thank you for sticking along! My mind works in weird ways when it comes to analyzing/reviewing lyrics. I tend to take things very literally so some of my interpretations are viewed that way!

Either way, I hope you enjoyed. Be on the lookout for tracks six through ten next!

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