#I want to eat YOUR heart in the marketplace

[curiosity-killed]

I think the fundamental difference in my sister & I’s relationships with our parents is that like. My sister’s beef about our childhood is that she feels (rightfully) that our parents should have encouraged her more to pursue artistic endeavors, and I’m like. when my hamster died because I straight up forgot its existence because she was moved to a different room and therefore out of my sight, my mom told me I must not have actually loved/cared about her and didn’t deserve to have a pet. My sister is (rightfully) upset about how much my mom pressures her about settling down and producing grandbabies, and when I came out to my mom, she told me I was going to die alone and unloved and that she hoped I was “just depressed”

Like it’s fair to be upset in both cases but also!! When my sister says they did their best and we should mostly let things go…r u sure!!

[thebibliosphere]

There’s a house near me that’s a beautiful old Queen Anne that I’d love to share with all of you but can’t because I don’t want to doxx myself, but you’ll just have to trust me when I say it's exterior is gorgeous. Just beautiful ornate gothic latticework. Think gingerbread Addams family house. There you go.

Anyway, I found out it went up for sale the first thing I did was look it up to catch a glimpse of the inside.

Now, this could just be the PMDD talking, but I think if you’re the type of person to gut an 1880 house of all its original features and replace them with faux white marble floors and beige farmhouse chic walls, I’m not saying you should be torn apart by ravenous wolves.

I’m just saying I should be allowed to eat your heart in the marketplace.

[clarenecessities]

He-man.org will close in 5 days.

He-man.org has been a staple of the Masters of the Universe community since the early days, originating as an email list that worked to document episodes before anything (not footage, not lists, nothing) was available online. It grew into a sprawling, multi-faceted beast of a thing, including an encyclopedia (an in-house wiki), merch lists, a marketplace, forums, anything you could think of.

Several years ago now, the main site went down for updates/maintenance. For a few weeks, we were told, maybe months. The forums remained open for fans to communicate, and barring a period of downtime earlier this year things were going smoothly.

Yesterday, the owner of the site, Val Staples, announced the site would be closed on November 14th, 2023. Six days later. We are currently attempting to contact him, to see if he’s interested in selling, and if he means closed as in “no new posts” or closed as in deleted entirely. Regardless of its eventual fate, the archiving of these forums is essential to preserving the history of the franchise, the fandom, and the brand.

TO SHE-RA (and MotU) FANS SPECIFICALLY: I have personally used these forums to answer questions that could be answered nowhere else. Had I not had access to them, I would never have been able to prove that Purrsia was fake, or found so much unpublished concept art, or discovered that Scott “Toyguru” Neitlich personally wrote Catra’s MOTUC bio (even if he’s put off answering my questions about it for over a year now). Forum members have conducted interviews with the likes of Jon Seisa, Cathy Larson, Janice Varney-Hamlin—essential figures in the very foundations of POP, and those interviews revealed and recorded priceless information for future generations (me! you! us!) to find. Did you know Cathy Larson named Adora? That she originally pushed for “Dorian”, after her own daughter? We cannot let this treasure trove disappear into the ether(ia).

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[isaidonyourknees]

The Stakeout

Crosshair x f!reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Prompt: “you’ve gone to far this time”

Summary: Sent to gather information on a potential separatist spy, you’re partnered with Crosshair to watch your target from above. Pairing you with Crosshair made sense at first, but after spending two weeks in a small room with him, you’re just about ready to snap.

Warnings: NSFW! Minors DNI. Smut, fingering, unprotected p in v, swearing.

A/N: hi! Another story for the @cloneficgiftexchange I decided to try something new by writing some smut. I’ve never written anything like this before so hopefully it’s alright. I was also aiming for enemies to lovers but it turned into something a lot softer. I wrote this for @heavenseed76 I really hope you enjoy it!

At first the pairings made perfect sense. The mission was to gather intel on a potential separatist spy from afar. So you had split into three teams of two.

With Hunter’s tracking abilities and Wreckers need for action, they were best suited for following your target from the ground - listening into conversations, watching what was bought and sold.

Tech and Echo were to remain on the marauder, which was parked just outside of the small beach town, tasked with monitoring comm channels and keeping in contact with command. If a quick getaway was needed then you also wanted Tech in the pilots seat.

And with Crosshair’s eyesight and sniper skills, and your patience and attention to detail, it made sense that the two of you were paired together to watch from above, monitoring your targets larger movements around the town.

Two weeks into sharing a single room with Crosshair was starting to make you wish you two didn’t make such a good pairing. The man was insufferable. He didn’t pick up after himself, leaving clothes and wrappers littered around the room. He was always grumbling under his breath about one thing or another. And his stupid toothpicks. It made you furious every time he used the stupid things to point at you as he talked.

But the real reason you were struggling with this mission was because despite all the ways he got on your nerves, Crosshair held all your affections. You cared for him more deeply than you should. And being caged in a single room with him for the past two weeks was wearing you thin. With each minute that passed your feelings were getting harder and harder to control.

Each time he silently handed you a ration bar, reminding you to eat, each time he quietly joked with you as you watched the marketplace below you while sharing snacks he had stolen from the vending machine in the hallway, each time you fell asleep by the window and woke up tucked in bed, each time he showed the quiet way he cares has your heart racing and a warm feeling spreading within your chest. He seemed cold and cruel on the surface, but if you knew where to look, Crosshair was a big softie and it had you melting for him.

With each day that passed, you were getting closer and closer to doing something stupid, something that will certainly leave your heart shattered.

Something like grabbing his stupidly handsome face and kissing him. Which is exactly what you did.

•~•~•

It was approaching two weeks of your stakeout. Two weeks of sharing the small, crappy room with Crosshair.

The marketplace below you was quiet, the afternoon rush having come and gone. The vendors were in their final few hours of their shifts before they would be shutting up for the night. Your forehead is pressed to the glass. You know that the target isn’t here. Hunter and Wrecker had commed you earlier, updating you that they had followed the target back to the room she was renting and it appeared that she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. It was completely pointless for you to be staring out of the window but you and Crosshair were instructed to keep round the clock surveillance in case Hunter and Wrecker miss anything. You hum a mindless tune to keep your mind occupied as you watch an elderly woman purchase her groceries.

“Stop humming” Crosshair huffs.

“No.” Your response is dry and you continue humming just a little bit louder than before.

“Stop. Focus on the task.”

“I am focusing. What do you think I’m doing?” You snap. He always had something to complain about.

“I think you’re watching that woman buy her dinner instead of the hotel across the square.”

You feel your face flush slightly at being caught. Curse his stupid enhanced eyesight.

“What woman?” You grumble, but it’s halfhearted and not very convincing. He sighs loudly and shuffles off the bed he was resting on. He drags the second chair over and positions it next to you. You unstick your forehead from the window to look at him, ignoring the fact that there’s probably a red mark on your head, to give him a questioning look.

“If you’re bored you won’t focus properly,” is all he says in explanation. You nod along.

“So what do you propose?” You ask. He doesn’t respond and your annoyance begins to creep in again. You huff and scan the small crowd of shoppers and vendors below you.

“See that blue twi-lek?” You ask, pointing the man out. Crosshair leans forward slightly, studying the man closely.

“What about him?”

“And see that vendor there? The guy with the glasses and pink hair?”

“Yes.”

“Well the twi-lek man definitely has feelings for the vendor. He’s there just about once a day and he always selects an object at random, not studying the produce like other shoppers. He also stays to talk with the vendor longer than anyone else,” you explain.

“Stop loosing focus” Crosshair snaps.

“I’m not! I’m taking in the square as a whole and therefore I notice the other people in it as well” you defend. Crosshair is silent for a moment.

“How do you know?” He asks. You shrug.

“I don’t. Obviously. I’m taking what I’m seeing and making something up to go with it. You have a go.”

Crosshair doesn’t say anything, but that doesn’t surprise you.

“I think the vendor is interested in the twi-lek as well. But he’s got a kid and he’s worried that it’ll scare the twi-lek away. It won’t” you continue your story. You go quiet for a moment, studying the crowd.

“That little girl keeps stealing from that particular fruit vendor” you say, pointing the two out. Crosshair doesn’t respond but he follows your gaze to see who you’re talking about and you smile to yourself. “She only does it because the vendors little sister makes fun of her at school.”

“That man by the herbal store,” Crosshair points out. You seek out the man he’s talking about and find a neatly dressed man’s pacing and muttering. You hum your acknowledgment and you feel Crosshairs gaze flicker to you for a moment.

“He’s going to propose tonight.”

You turn to look at him and give him a surprised look.

“I didn’t pick you for a romantic Cross,” you tease.

“I’m not,” he scoffs. “I saw him buy the ring when we first arrived.”

“Well who’s he proposing too?” You ask.

“How should I know” he huffs in annoyance.

“Make something up” you prompt. He’s quiet for a long moment. You’re just about to come up with a new story yourself when he finally speaks up.

“The girl who grew up next door from him. Their parents are friends so they’ve known each other since they were little, but he didn’t really notice her until she helped him get over his first heartbreak when they were fifteen.”

You turn to look at him again, studying his face, but he keeps it in his neutral scowl. You know that he can feel your gaze on him, but he ignores you. The story is sweet and romantic and a compete surprise coming from Crosshair. You can feel your heart beat pick up slightly. Crosshair could be romantic when he wanted and it only deepens your already overflowing feelings for him. He finally spares you a glance and you realise you’ve been staring at him. You clear your throat.

“Which holo-novel did you get that one from?” You gently knock his shoulder with yours in your attempt at teasing him, but it feels awkward and you internally cringe.

“Fine then I won’t play your little game.”

You pout at him playfully but it softens into a smile.

“You just surprised me is all. Didn’t think you had it in you Cross.” You hesitate before you continue, not wanting to risk overstepping. “I like you like this.”

He turns away from the window and looks at you. You’re already watching him. The two of you spend a moment just studying each other. Crosshair breaks it first, leaning forward to gently run his thumb over the still lingering mark on your forehead from leaning on the window earlier. He smooths his thumb across your skin, as if he’s trying to wipe away the faint redness. It’s soothing and soft and oh so tender.

His face is so close to yours, your breaths mingling together. He makes eye contact with you, his hand still on your face, and there’s a gorgeous warmth in his eyes and you just can’t control your emotions anymore.

You bring your hands up to his face and lean in, closing the gap between the two of you. The kiss you give him is sweet and tender, mirroring his previous actions. His hand on your face moves to the back of your head as he kisses you back. A glorious warmth fills your chest.

It’s quickly erased a moment later, however. Crosshair pulls back sharply, leaning as far back in his chair, as if to get away from you.

That sweet warmth turns into burning embarrassment. You’ve ruined everything now.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve asked. I’ve overstepped and-“

“Don’t.”

You stop talking and look at him, waiting to see what else he has to say. But he doesn’t say anything. Typical.

“Cross-“

“Just don’t do it again.”

Kriff.

You can feel your heart shatter. You’ve read it all wrong. He doesn’t feel the same.

“I’m sorry. I thought you liked me. I misread the situation and I should have asked. I’m sorry Crosshair.” You’re rambling, but you don’t know what else to do. You feel bad. You’ve put him in a situation he probably never thought he’d be in.

“I do like you.” He says it simply, like it’s glaringly obvious. Like he didn’t just tell you to never kiss him again.

“What?” Your brain is taking too long to catch up. “Then why…” you trail off.

“It’s you that doesn’t like me” he states plainly. You’re still confused, but it melts into annoyance and a bit of anger.

“Crosshair- what?” You question. “Of course I like you! I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t like you.” He shakes his head.

“Stop it. You don’t.” He tells you. Your anger really starts to simmer. Who was he to tell you how you felt.

“Don’t tell me how I feel,” you snap at him. “Don’t tell me that I don’t like you as if I didn’t just risk our entire relationship to kiss you. Like I haven’t pined after you for months. Like you didn’t catch my attention as soon as I joined this team.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You’re both furious and flabbergasted. Your mouth is opening and closing like a fish as you struggle to find the words to express your fury. Crosshair speaks before you can find them.

“You don’t actually like me. I’m just your chance to prove you were a little rebellious. That you slept with someone other than the vanilla partner you’ll end up with. You’ll tell the story of the daring few months you spent with me at your girls night to gain a few gasps. Ultimately, I’m just a quick fling to get it out of your system before you settle down for a quiet, boring life.”

He says it all plainly, his voice dry and lacking any real emotion. He says it as if he’s describing the weather.

You finally find your voice again and you just snap.

“You’ve gone too far this time, alright! This isn’t just a fling to - to ‘get it out my system’. This isn’t some attention seeking rebellious act or a story to laugh about with some boring date or partner in the future. What I feel for you is real. Do you want to know how I know this?”

“Pray tell.”

“Because I hate it! I hate the way you make me feel! I hate your stupid voice and your stupid comments. I hate your toothpicks and I hate the way you glare at me. I hate that you’re so charming without even trying and I hate the quiet ways you care for me. I hate you!”

You pant as you try to catch your breath. You stare at him but he gives no indication that he’s going to say anything. You hate how he speaks when you don’t want him to and is silent when you desperately need him to speak. You huff in annoyance, but all the fight has left you.

“I hate you so much and yet… here I am, yearning for you.”

He moves so quickly, you almost don’t register it until he’s in front of you. He grabs your face in both hands, and he kisses you. Fiercely. It’s deep and passionate and desperate. It takes you a moment to respond, but when you do you kiss him back just as hard.

He starts walking you backwards, his lips never leaving yours, until you feel your back press against a wall. It’s no longer just his lips and hands on you as he presses his body onto yours. You can feel all of him - his hard chest, his hips, his strong thighs - and yet it’s not enough. You need more.

He breaks the kiss, but he doesn’t move away from you. He studies your face for a moment before he speaks.

“I’m yours whenever you need me,” he murmurs in your ear, his lips brushing your earlobe before he begins tracing a path of soft kisses down your neck. Your breath stutters as you try to speak.

“I need you now Crosshair. I always need you.” You let out a small moan as his teeth run over your pulse point. He focuses on this spot, sucking and nipping until he’s satisfied with the mark he’s left behind.

“Tell me what you want, doll” he says, pulling away from your neck to look at you. You whine and turn your face away from him. He makes a disappointed sound as he gently grabs your chin to turn your face back towards him. “None of that now. Prove you can handle me. Look at me as you tell me what you want.”

He’s wearing that insufferable smirk. The one that makes you want to slap him and kiss him at the same time. It’s the stupid smirk that makes you push him off you and backwards until the back of his knees is hitting the bed. You push him down before straddling his lap. He doesn’t believe you can take him, but you are more than happy to prove him wrong.

“First, I want this off” you say as you begin mouthing at his neck, your fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt, lightly tugging the material upwards. He leans back slightly to allow you to slide his shirt further up his body and you take your time as you graze your fingers over his newly exposed skin. You drop the shirt carelessly on the ground, unable to tear your eyes or hands away from his gorgeous golden skin for very long. You trace your fingers over his chest and abdomen.

“See something you like?” His voice has a teasing lilt to it. You lift your gaze back up to his dark eyes. You can’t help your cheeky smile.

“It’ll do.” You add a small shrug to add effect.

“Well in that case-“ he moves you off him and gets up, walking away from you, giving you a wondrous view of his back.

“Crosshair don’t you dare!” You whine.

“That’s what I thought” he smirks. He stands in front of you and he hooks his fingers under your shirt. He stills though, silently asking for your permission. Something in your chest melts a little before you nod. You expect him to rip the fabric from you, instead he takes his time, brown eyes taking in every inch of your skin that’s exposed to him. Your heart races in your chest as he takes you in.

Once the offending garment is finally on the floor somewhere you reach up and grab his face, pulling him down to you in a searing kiss. Your emotions bubble under your skin and you need him. He runs his hands over your waist as you kiss, taking in the feel of you under him. Wanting more, you unclasp your bra, tugging it off without breaking the kiss. Crosshair groans into the kiss and you drink up the sound, wanting to hear it over and over again.

Crosshair pulls away, his eyes fixating on your chest. He brushes a finger over a nipple and your breath catches in your throat.

“Kriff look at you” he mutters as if he’s speaking to himself. Then he’s leaning down and wrapping his mouth around your nipple, his fingers lightly tugging at your other one.

“Cross” you keen, arching your back to press your chest further into his warm mouth. You feel the low groan he makes.

“Say my name like that again” he murmurs into your skin, and you oblige him as he switches sides. He moves, sucking a mark onto your chest, before he presses a sweet kiss to it. Your breath hitches and you feel your heart skip a beat. Here he is marking you as his before he’s switching to become soft and gentle.

He doesn’t remain at your chest for very long. He continues to trail down your body, licking and sucking gently as he goes, until he’s hooking his fingers under the waistband of your pants.

“Are you alright with this?” He asks, looking up at you from between your thighs. The sight of him sends heat burning through you.

“Crosshair please” you whine. You sound absolutely desperate, but you don’t care. Whatever it takes to get him to finally undress you.

His eyes darken at your words and he’s tugging your pants and underwear down in one swoop, shoving them on the floor so he can finally get a look at you. You feel a little self conscious under his gaze for a moment but he takes it all away when he looks back up at you again.

“You’re stunning” he rasps, moving back up your body to kiss you deeply again, his tongue exploring your mouth expertly. You run your hands over his back, taking him in, but they quickly move to grip his shoulders when his fingers swipe through your folds. You gasp into his mouth and he pulls away so he can hear the noise you make as he presses a single long finger into you.

“Look at you,” he groans, “so wet and tight and making the prettiest noises for me.” You moan at his words, but also the rough sound of his voice as he starts thrusting his finger, searching for the little spot that’ll have you seeing stars. You let out a cry when he brushes over it, clenching tightly around his finger. He smirks at your reaction before inserting a second finger.

“You feel so good” you groan, loving the stretch from his fingers alone. He picks up his pace, fingers moving rapidly, leaving you moaning and squirming beneath him. You can feel your release building and building. You’re almost there, you just need a little more to get you there.

“Crosshair” you plead, not quite able to find the words to convey how close you are. He can tell though, the way you squeeze and flutter around his fingers is indication enough. He presses his thumb to your neglected clit, tracing short tight circles over it as he leans down, mouth brushing at your ear.

“Come on doll, show me how gorgeous you look coming around my fingers.”

His simple command muttered in his rough voice sends you flying over the edge. You grip at his shoulders desperately as you clench around his fingers. He continues his movements, working you through your orgasm until your grip on him loosens. He places sweet kisses along your neck as he removes his fingers and lets you come down from your high.

You pant a little as you catch your breath, but as Crosshair shifts above you, you feel his length brush over your thigh and you feel your arousal and need growing again. As he continues to lather your neck with kisses, your hands move to his pants, quickly unbuttoning them. Just as you go to push them down you pause, looking up at the man above you.

“Can I touch you?” You ask. Crosshair lets out a groan, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

“Please” he murmurs. You push his pants down enough to get them out of the way before you take his hard length into your hand. He’s long and oh so pretty. Your mouth waters at the sight of him. You want nothing more than to flip him over and to taste him.

“Next time doll,” Crosshair says as if he can read your mind. “As nice as having your mouth on me would be, I need to be in you. Now.”

You pump his length a few times, which earns you a groan through gritted teeth and a warning look from him. You smile up at him sweetly which he chuckles darkly at.

“Looks like I underestimated you, doll. Looks like you can handle me just fine.” He grabs your hands, pinning them above your head with one hand, the other making quick work of shoving his pants off before lining the head of his cock up to your entrance.

His movements were so swift and effortless it leaves you breathless and speechless for a moment. He doesn’t give you long to gather your wits before he is pushing into you with a smooth thrust. It completely knocks your breath out of you. You try to move your hands, needing desperately to grab hold of something, anything to ground yourself, but his grip on your wrists remains firm. You gasp as you clench around him, trying to adjust to his size.

“Fuck Crosshair! You’re so big. You’re s’good” you slur. He gives you his insufferable smirk, but you can’t find it in yourself to care at the moment.

“My babydoll is drunk on my cock and I haven’t even moved yet” Crosshair teases, pride written across his features. This sobers you up a little.

“Just shut up and move” you grumble. Crosshair kisses you, remaining annoyingly still inside you. You whine into the kiss. When he pulls away, he begins to pull out.

“You’re lucky I like you,” he says before he thrusts back into you, beginning a steady pace. You cry out at his deep thrusts and his quick pace right off the bat.

“That’s right. Let all the neighbours hear just how good I’m making you feel.” He changes his angle slightly as he says this, hitting your sweet spot deliciously, causing you to moan loudly as you clench around him.

“Only you make me feel this way Cross,” you manage to stutter out, brain going hazy with the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Such a good girl for me. So wet and tight, all for me.” You whine at the praise, feeling the pressure of your release starting to build. He pushes into you harder, feeling your walls flutter around him. He presses his thumb to your clit, circling it intently.

“You’re close, I can feel it. Feel you clenching and fluttering around me. You feel divine doll. Now show me what you look like as you come on my cock. Let me hear all the pretty little sounds you’ll make.”

His words murmured in his husky voice send you over the edge. He lets go of your hands and they grip at his shoulders desperately, nails digging into his skin as you cry out his name over and over again, lost in the pleasure he is giving you. Just as you’re beginning to come down from your high his hips begin to stutter.

“So good for me. You’re so good for me. Where-?” He asks hurriedly.

“Inside. Please” you beg. He groans deeply as he gives a few more thrust before you can feel the warmth of him spilling into you. He collapses onto you for a moment while the two of you catch your breaths. The weight of him is comforting and you can feel his heart beating against your chest. A content warmth settles in your chest as you draw aimless shapes across his back. The gesture seems to bring him back to his body. He pulls out of you and rolls off you, causing you to whine at the loss. He chuckles as he pulls you into him, wrapping you up in his arms.

“Don’t worry doll, I’m not going anywhere.”

He brings the blanket up over the both of you and you feel so safe and warm. You bask in the feeling for a moment.

“I meant everything I said you know.” Your voice is quiet, laced with sleepiness. “I really do want you. If you’ll have me.” Crosshair doesn’t respond, but his grip around you tightens.

You’re fast asleep when he finally does respond, his words a gentle whisper into your hair.

“I am yours entirely.”

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Seed [Pero Tovar x f!reader]

Read on AO3

Now with a sequel: Sprout

Fandom: The Great Wall

Ships: Pero Tovar x f!reader

Tags/warnings: breeding kink from here to high heaven, fear of infertility, lots of piv sex and creampies, multiple orgasms, fingering, pero eats it from the back, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names.

Words: 4,022

Summary: Your husband Pero comes home to put a baby in you. Don't look at me.

The smell of fresh-caught fish mixes with the salty breeze from the sea, and the sweet scent of oranges. You carry your basket through the marketplace, grocery shopping done, when you hear a call from the crowd: "They're back!"

Your heart skips a beat as you swing around, your skirt dancing around your ankles as you see the trade caravan coming down the main street to the marketplace. Your eyes scan the faces, quickly finding the one you are hoping to see.

Your husband, Pero.

Since marrying you and settling in this quiet small town by the sea, he no longer sells his sword to warlords and kings. Instead, he provides protection for caravans. He is mostly away for a week or two at a time, but this time he has been away for months. You have carried your worry and longing stoically, never showing your neighbours your fear, but now you do not care if everybody sees the relief and happiness on your face. You are not the only one with a husband in the caravan, but you are the only one whose husband wields a weapon for a living.

Pero spots you from afar, and he urges his horse into a trot. The clip-clop of the shoed hooves against the cobblestones is the sweetest music you have heard in a long time. You stand still, a smile on your lips, and put the basket down when Pero swings down from horseback, pulls you to him, and wraps his strong arms around you.

"Wife," he murmurs into your hair. "My precious wife."

Your arms reach around his armoured middle as you bury your face in his shoulder. He smells of the road: dust, sweat, and grime, but you do not care. Underneath all that, you can smell him: horse, hay, earth, metal, spices. You cannot wait to drown in him.

Slowly, Pero strokes your head, making you look at him. You cup his cheek, feeling the stubble that renders his face darker than usual, and unevens the moustache.

"Are you unharmed?" you want to know. He nods slowly.

"Mad from missing you, but not a scratch on me."

He touches his lips to yours, just a gentle little return kiss from an absent husband to his beloved wife, but you know that as soon as you are behind closed doors, he is going to devour you.

"Let's go home," you suggest, enjoying the way your husband's beautiful brown eyes melt into dark liquid.

He helps you up on the horse and mounts behind you. Your basket securely in front of you and Pero sliding one arm around your waist to hold you close, he steers the horse homeward with his other hand. He does not speak as you leave the marketplace, and he does not need to. The two of you always found each other's silences comfortable. Besides, no words are needed to let you know he wants you: his cock is growing hard against the soft roundness of your ass pushing against it. A shiver runs down your spine and ends up on a blossoming pool of arousal between your thighs. Your hand finds Pero's on your waist, fingers disappearing between his in a loving clasp.

You reach your little house, Pero dismounting first so that you can slide off the horse and into his arms. He holds you close again, now with a full erection pressing against you.

"Go inside," he murmurs. "I have to put the horse away."

You push your pelvis against him, smirking at his low groan, before you take the basket and go in. You have barely emptied the basket onto the kitchen table before Pero comes in, kicking the door close as he starts to unlace his breeches.

He takes you on the table, breeches undone just enough to let his cock out, your skirts pulled up to your waist to let him in. A frantic coupling where you exchange breathless moans, claw at each other's bodies through clothes, his cock pressing deep into you as his fingers plant blooming bruises on your thighs. He spills into you before long, cock twitching in the welcoming squeeze of your cunt, and lowers his forehead to yours as he catches his breath. You comb your fingers through his dark hair, curling at the nape of his neck. The amount of silver has increased, scattered like stars across the dark clouds of his soft hair. You kiss the scar over his left eye, both above and under his closed eyelid.

"You need a haircut," you mumble, despite not really wanting him to cut off the soft curls. "And a shave."

"I need you." His initial thirst for you may have been slaked, but his hunger is not sated, and neither is yours.

"You have me now."

He straightens his back and rolls his head, a joint cracking loudly. Slowly, you come down from the table and start to lace up the bindings of his armour. He watches you do it, pulling the bodice of your dress down your shoulders and caresses the exposed skin, stares into your cleavage.

"Wife," he demands, hand on your waist, "Are you with child yet?"

You cast your eyes down. You have been trying to have a child since you were wed. The attraction between the two of you was always there, and pleasure has always been an important part of your married life - before as well, even if he never put it in before you were wed - but there has always been another motive to your coupling as well. You both want a child, several, but one to start with. He takes every opportunity to sow his seed in you, and you welcome every attempt.

But so far, it has not taken.

"My love." Pero caresses your head. "We have time. We will try again."

He kisses your cheek, and leans in towards your ear, his breath hot when he whispers: "And again... and again... and again..."

A husky giggle escapes you and you wrap your arms around his neck as you seek his lips for a kiss. He lifts you up, skirts rustling, and carries you to bed. The kisses turn slower as you undress each other, hands reclaiming every bit of revealed skin. His hard muscles relax when you pass your palm over them, fingers chasing his old familiar scars to trace and love. His hands are dry and callused when he cups your soft breasts, but he still holds you gently. His unshaved face tickles your stomach when he trails kisses over it, but your giggles turn to moans when he buries his face between your thighs, tongue probing between slick lips where his precious seed is dripping out. He assaults your clit, has you thrashing and wailing his name until the sheets are crumpled and you are shaking with the intensity of your release. He rests his chin on your thigh, looking up at you with both a satisfied smirk and adoring eyes.

"That's my girl," he praises you softly. "Let the neighbours know that your husband is home."

You chuckle breathlessly. Your cunt is throbbing hotly, and you pass your hands over your face before reaching for Pero.

"Come to me, husband."

He crawls over you, hissing softly when you close your hand over his cock, and guide it into you. It slides in so easily, but still fills you up so perfectly.

"Oh..." you gasp, eyes falling shut as you bite down on your lower lip. "Pero..."

"I know, precious, I know... but you have to look at me."

He cups your face and kisses you, and when he pulls back, you open your eyes, only to drown in the dark pools of his.

"I want you to look at me when I fill you with my seed," he growls, fingers tangling in your hair. "Look at me when I fuck a baby into you."

His voice is strangled, his hips grind tightly against yours. It is slower now than that first, hurried time, but still intense, desperate in a whole new way. You are hypnotized by him, his presence, his weight on top of you, his cock ravaging your very womb, his low voice that always knows just how to drop to make you wet, that scarred gaze of his that scowls at everyone else but turns soft and vulnerable when directed at you.

"Breed me," you whisper, hooking your ankles together behind his back. "Breed me, husband, I need you to breed me."

He stutters as he fucks you harder, digging deep into you, finding your spot, and staying on it as your moans rise.

"Pero, oh, God, please don't stop!"

He lets you cum first, fucks you through it before driving himself as deep as he can, then staying there. You whimper his name, your cunt convulses, and you can barely breathe, but Pero stays where he is.

"Take it," he soothes you through clenched teeth. "Take it, wife, every last drop, and grow me a baby."

"I love you," you manage to whisper, the words drowning in his mouth when he kisses you.

"And I love you."

Dinner is forgotten, as are the chickens and the horse. Pero slumbers in your arms but wakes up when you take his soft cock in your mouth. You rest together, until he has to be inside you again. Not until dusk settles around the house do you rise to take in and feed the chickens. Pero takes care of the horse, and you prepare dinner. He comes in and finds you by the workbench, cutting up cheese and smoked meat, and immediately cages you against the bench, arms sneaking around your waist as he kisses your neck.

"Pero, I'm holding a knife," you smile, and he immediately closes his hand over yours, guiding it to put the knife down. You hear his stomach growl, and know that if you are hungry, he must be starving.

"Dinner is almost ready."

"Only hungry for you, my love..."

You turn your face to his and receive his kisses, sighing softly at his roaming hands, one finding your breast only covered by your camisole, the other cupping your mound through the fabric of the underskirt. Your cunt weeps to have him again, while stinging from overstimulation. You lost count of how many times you have taken him this afternoon.

"Pero," you whisper between the kisses, your hands finding his and pressing down, in direct opposition to your words. "We need to eat, and you need a bath."

He expresses his discontent with a guttural grunt but gives you one last kiss and squeeze before releasing you.

"Sit down," you gesture towards the table, but he lays out cutlery, plates, and knives for both of you before taking his seat. When you bring the tray of foods to the table, he does not take his eyes off you. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks because you know exactly what he is thinking when he sees your soft breasts spill out of your camisole, the roundness of your ass underneath the threadbare skirt when you bend over to pour him ale. He smirks at you when you catch his gaze, and you shove him gently with your hip.

"Eat."

You take your seat on the other side of the table and eat in a comfortable silence as darkness descends outside. The sounds of your small town die down, only the occasional call of an animal drifting in through the open window together with the cool breeze.

You clear the table afterwards, Pero watching you in quiet contentment. When brushing past him, he cannot keep his hands to himself, but slaps your ass and grins when you yelp and turn around to tell him off. You find yourself pulled down onto his lap instead, Pero nuzzling your neck as he holds you close.

"Thank you for the meal."

"You are very welcome."

His whiskers scratch your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine. He kisses your neck, your shoulder, drags his lips down to your breasts while his hand gathers the fabric of your skirt so that he can slip underneath. His fingers find the messy apex of your thighs, his seed and your slick drying on your lips, and when he pushes his fingers inside you, your head falls back as you moan low in your throat.

"Pero... oh, oh, there, oh my God... I can't..."

"If you're too sore, tell me, and I will stop," he whispers hotly against your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. You shake your head, a sob of abandon slipping you.

"More, my love, more."

He brings you to the edge with his fingers, skilfully and quickly, before pushing you over it, catching you in his strong arms when you fall with a wail against his chest.

"Beautiful," he murmurs as he strokes your back, "so beautiful, my pretty girl..."

The night comes on, and Pero brings in water that you warm on the stove, for him to finally pour into the tub where you have spread out dried herbs and flowers. When he sinks down into the warm water, you take a sponge and a piece of scented soap and scrub every inch of him. He relaxes into the water, eyes finally falling shut, as you rub his body down with small, round circles. He leans into your touch with a sigh filled with gratitude and love. Pero is a man who desperately needs softness in his life, the life he always thought would be cut short due to his choice of profession. No wonder he has such a strong need to have children, see part of himself in a tiny face, foster a new generation to carry on his name after he is gone. And you desperately want to give him that.

"Pero," you speak quietly, getting a hum in return. "What if I cannot bear children?"

He does not react at first, but as soon as your words make sense to him, he turns his head to look at you.

"Why would you say that?"

"We have tried, and I'm not pregnant."

"We haven't been married for a year."

"For some, it takes immediately."

"Not for all."

The open window brings in the scents of your garden: evening primrose, wisteria, moonflower, jasmine, and whiffs of herbs rises from the water to meet them. You cast your eyes down to the soap in your hands, and Pero raises a hand from the water, and gently places it on your shoulder.

"My love. We have time."

You nod, knowing he is right. But you still cannot shake the feeling that you have carried around since he left, and your monthly cleansing arrived.

"The wives in town say things."

"What do they say?"

You wet your lips and raise your gaze to meet his. "They say that men who sleep with whores during their trips soil their seed."

Pero's face remains calm and honest. "I have not as much as looked at another woman since I met you. I hope you know that."

"I do, I just..." You shake your head, unsure why you even brought it up. You have never doubted his faithfulness. "I'm sorry. Their words ring in my ears, I can't stop thinking about it."

"Why do you even listen to those old hags?" he shakes his head.

"Because I meet them every day, and they talk, and they know things, and they look at me like I'm a prized cow, all of them waiting for me to become pregnant."

"It's none of their business," Pero scoffs, but his thumb is rubbing soothing circles on your shoulder.

"They also say... that older women are less fertile."

"You are fertile," he immediately dismisses your fear and self-doubt. "You still bleed."

"But if I'm too old?"

Pero sits up straight in the tub, the other hand coming to your other shoulder as he looks into your eyes.

"You are my wife and my love. I want us to have children, but if we for some reason are not to be blessed with them, my love for you will not change."

"I know," you smile softly, "and I will love you too." Tears rise in your eyes, and you wipe at them with the back of your hand. "Forgive me. I just missed you so much."

"You have nothing to apologize for, my love."

You lean forward to kiss him, but when his lips start to trail across your cheek, you giggle and shake your head.

"You, Pero Tovar, need a shave, or you'll grate me raw!"

He stays completely still as you trace his cheeks with the razorblade, eyes under heavy eyelids following your minuscule movements. The hint of a smile plays in the corner of his mouth as he enjoys how your steady hand shaves away the itchy bristles. Finally, you trim his moustache, then his hair. The water grows cool, and he rises from the tub, accepting your hand when he steps out of it. His cock is striving proudly towards his stomach, and he does not take the time to dry himself before lifting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. He sets you down next to the bed and cradles your head in his big hands.

"How do you want me, my beloved?"

You caress his smooth cheeks, stroke your thumbs over his eyebrows, still wet from the bath.

"From behind, husband. I want you to mount me like an animal."

"Your wish is my command."

His hands drop to your shoulders, where they guide you to turn around before caressing down the straps of your camisole. You undo the lacing in the front, and the neckline widens enough to drop and expose your breasts. He cups them from behind, thumbs brushing over stiffening nipples, soft lips peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulder. His cock strains against the fabric of your skirt, and he drops his hands to your hips, finding the laces that will free you from the garment. It rustles softly as it falls to the floor, and Pero's hard cock comes to a rest between your ass cheeks. Your cunt clenches and you can smell your own arousal.

"Take me," you breathe, but Pero grazes your shoulder with his teeth.

"I need to service you first."

He kneels behind you, one hand pushing lightly on your lower back. You bend over, upper body coming to a rest on the crumpled sheets. Pero's hand slowly slides down to your ass, cupping and squeezing, before he slides his fingers between your thighs, carefully pushing your legs open. He fingers you almost thoughtfully before you feel the tip of his sharp nose, and his hot breath on you, and then his lips close around your bud in a little kiss before his tongue takes over. He licks at you, into you, hands coming to grab your soft thighs, humming into your aching cunt. You can barely take it anymore, not after the pleasures of the afternoon, but your husband's touch always makes you need more. Like a bitch in heat, you egg him on, writhe and fist your hands into the sheet, loudly moaning without any thought of the neighbours. He brings you to bliss, once again, pushing his face against you, fingers digging painfully into your ass cheeks as you shake through your orgasm. He helps you up on the bed, letting you rest on your belly, and kisses your shoulders, back, and the soft curves of your buttocks before coming back up to steal your breath away with a wet kiss.

"My beautiful wife," he murmurs, and you smile back faintly. "Can you take me?"

"You know I can," you murmur, already feeling his rock-hard cock pressing in between your thighs. "Take me, husband. Breed me. Put a baby in my belly."

He growls at that, bites your neck, pulls your ass up, and legs together before straddling them. You whine when he pushes into you, your dripping yet sore cunt protesting and welcoming at the same time.

"So wet for me," he groans as he slowly moves in you, hands on your hips. "My love, I thought about this so often during those lonely nights on the road." He sinks deep into you. "I would fuck my own hand and think of you." He thrusts his hips into yours, making you choke on your own breath. "I would spill my seed on the ground and mourn its loss. It shouldn't be wasted but find its way into your fertile womb..."

He lays down over you, pressing your hips down with his as he wraps his arms around you and whispers in your ear: "I would think of you becoming round with my child, your tits filling with milk, how proud and beautiful you would look on my arm when we go to the marketplace together. How I would fuck you every night to make sure the child grows big and strong..."

You sob with desire, delirious from his words and the way he fills you up. All you can do is wrap your own arms around his, take his cock with your encouraging whimpers, and let him kiss what breath you still have away.

He takes his time fucking you slowly, his warm body growing hot from the effort, hips grinding into you so deep that you'll surely be bruised in the morning, all the while whispering filthy things in your ear, keeping you on the brink of insanity until you find yourself cumming yet again, and this time the tears come as well, it's all too much and still not enough, you want all of him in you, and you want him to fill your womb, you need it.

"My good wife," he praises you for climaxing, "Cumming on my cock like that, preparing your wet little cunt for my seed. Take it, my love, take it, I don't have long."

"Breed me," you manage to articulate, "put a baby in my belly, Pero, I love you, now breed me, fuck me like an animal and make me pregnant!"

He growls into your ear and props himself up onto one forearm before heeding your wish. You cry out when he drives himself into you, again and again, until you feel the wet heat spill inside you. A low, rumbling growl rises from deep within him, and he thrusts into you, all the way in, as deep as he can go, and stays there, panting heavily. You can hardly take it, you're too full, but you still push back as if he could go any deeper, and you squeeze him tightly to get every last drop out of him.

He finally collapses by your side, cock slipping out, one arm and leg thrown over you. Silence descends over your wheezing, sweaty bodies - yours slick from his perspiration. Finally, Pero groans, and kisses your shoulder.

"Are you still in one piece, my love?"

"Barely," you murmur, exhausted and deeply in love.

"Will you let me tuck you in?"

You gripe but shift so that Pero can pull away the covers. Your head hits the pillow with a deep sigh that changes to a yelp when Pero slaps your ass.

"Move. You've been sleeping alone for too long, you have started to take up too much space."

You scoot over to one side, and Pero gets in behind you. Moulding himself to you, he kisses your shoulder again.

"If I get pregnant, I'll get fat and take up even more space," you point out with a yawn.

"When you get pregnant, I'll worship every inch of your beautiful body, wife," he promises you. "Now, legs together. Don't want my seed to stain anything but your thighs."

Your hand finds his under the covers.

"I'm so glad you're home."

"I'm very glad to be home."

His hand comes to a rest on your lower abdomen, spreading a faint tingle deep inside. You smile to yourself, and then sleep claims you.

[girlfromenglishclass]

In Much Ado About Nothing, the best thing about the "kill Claudio" line is its tonal shift. Before, when Benedick says "Bid me do anything for you," he's being playful.

They've just had a bumbling love confession, and he's giddy, they've been teasing. The dialogue beforehand reads

BENEDICK I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make him eat it that says I love not you. BEATRICE Will you not eat your word? BENEDICK With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest I love thee.

There's some wordplay, it's banter, it's a happy moment. When he says "Bid me do anything for thee," he imagines she's going to keep the game going. Instead, "Kill Claudio."

Honestly, I've seen some productions where the line gets a laugh. Because it's so out of left field. If you're reading the play on the page without stage directions, it actually throws you for a loop.

But Beatrice is being strategic. This whole scene has been goading Benedick into this. A few lines prior, we see:

BEATRICE Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her! BENEDICK Is there any way to show such friendship? BEATRICE A very even way, but no such friend. BENEDICK May a man do it? BEATRICE It is a man's office, but not yours.

She's literally saying in so many words, oh I would be so grateful to any man that could do me this favor. If only there was someone around... One of the major themes of the play is how men are driven to action by women. Beatrice cannot "eat his heart in the marketplace" as she wants, she can't make the challenge, but Benedick can. What she can do as a woman is to entice him to action.

There's another line in the play which, admittedly, is a sex joke (thanks Shakespeare) but adds to this theme. When Benedick makes a joke and offers her a buckler, we get the line from Margaret:

MARGARET Give us the swords; we have bucklers of our own.

A buckler is a shield to catch a sword in it, in this case it can be taken as a metaphor for a vagina. Margaret is teasing, but the subtext here is that the men have their weapons, and the women have theirs. It's Benedick's sword, but Beatrice's challenge to Claudio.

[bakugoyelling]

giyuu tomioka x reader || angst?, fluff, suggestive content — sometimes, giyuu’s estate is quite lonely

word count: 525

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Not many would describe Giyuu's estate as homey. The residence was mostly barren. Besides his necessities, there was hardly anything else to it. But when you started dating, you brought new life into the place. On every marketplace outing, you'd come back with something new for the space, and slowly, the manor begin to feel more welcoming.

Although, sometimes, when Giyuu is away on a mission, none of it matters. When he's gone for such an extended amount of time, you grow incredibly lonely. Trips to the market help during the morning, but in the evening, there's only so much you can do to ease those feelings.

Sometimes it's so bad that you cry while eating dinner, tears pooling in your eyes as you ache for him to be home again. And while it's difficult not to think the worst during moments like this, you must remember that Giyuu is strong, determined, highly skilled, and capable. Every time he leaves, he kisses you goodbye and promises that he'll see you soon. And you trust that his words ring true.

And they do.

When Giyuu finally does return home, back to you — back to his safety. You can’t keep away from him. Hell, you even wish you could hop in the bath with him, but you know he wouldn’t want you sitting in bathwater soiled with blood and dirt. So, instead, you wait for him in the kitchen, pacing back and forth, adjusting the plates of food on the table —steaming hot and ready to be devoured. You can’t wait for him to finish bathing so you can be with him again. 

Clean and dressed in a fresh yukata, your heart soars when Giyuu enters the room. Because he’s here — he’s home, he’s clean, he's within your reach, and most importantly, he’s safe.

You spend the rest of the evening practically attached to him, sitting so close to him during dinner that you actually make him chuckle, his lips pressing to the top of your head as he thanks you for the meal.

"I love you," he whispers as you fall asleep in his arms tonight.

In the morning, Giyuu's soft breaths tickle your skin as he remains beside you. His sapphire gaze greets you as you wake, his arms wrapping around you yet again as he silently thanks the heavens — grateful he's lived another day to see you.

Unhurried to leave the comfort of bed, the two of you engage in kisses laced with delicate need, Giyuu's gentle touch caressing you as you whisper the day's plans to him. The minutes passing by until you're both ready to leave the comfort of your futon, but it's only temporary.

After breakfast, Giyuu makes love to you. Slow and sensual, you indulge in each other’s bodies, in the feel of bare skin, hearts beating against one another as you swallow each other's moans. Your fingers laced together as he urges you to let go — to show him that pretty face of yours as you tremble beneath him.

I love you, I love you, I love you. 

Tomorrow afternoon, Giyuu leaves for his next mission.

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A/N: 🥹💙 thanks for reading

— please do not modify or repost my work

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[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

The Arcana HCs: M6 with an MC who's been bottling up their affectionate tendencies

Another very late sequel, for this post:

M6 with a touch/affection-starved MC

- to set the scene -

You learned very early on to suppress your affectionate impulses. As much as you love to spoil your loved ones with hugs and cuddles and homemade food and random gifts and helping them with tasks and clearing your schedule for them and complimenting them at every turn and maybe writing them a loving note or two in their lunch - you know better. You don't care to scare off new friends with that kind of intensity, and the few you've shown that side to who said they were okay with it usually ended up using you.

Nobody you know now would call you unfriendly, but you never initiate touch or ask for too much, and you certainly don't bombard them with gifts or compliments or acts of service or undividided attention.

But now, you're in a secure relationship with someone who adores you, who put their life on the line with you, who opened up their heart to you, who wants to build a future with you. You want to smother them with affection, and for the first time, you don't have to hold back.

You are about to rock their world.

Julian

One of the most affection desperate people you'll ever know. He's plenty familiar with driving people off by being or demanding too much

You've been the first person to accept all he offers you and hold onto him in return

Sure you're a little aloof sometimes, but he's happy just to be allowed to love you without the fear of pushing you away

And then a week or so after defeating the Devil, it was like a switch in your brain flipped and you sent him straight to heaven

Having you regularly remind him to eat, with food you made with your own hands?

Hearing your little affirming compliments multiple times a day??

Waking up to freshly cleaned clothes and a soft eyepatch that doesn't hurt his scalp???

When he made it to work one day to find a little love note tucked into his medical kit he nearly swooned on the spot

He doesn't know where all this has been hiding but he's not complaining. He will accept it all with outstretched arms

Asra

They left for trips so often that you learned not to get too attached so as not to cause unnecessary pain

Here's the obvious: so did he. He traded half his heart and only left to avoid hurting you

Every new liberty you take in loving them will be their cue to stop holding back as well

It's going to be insufferably fluffy for everyone around you until you get it out of your systems and learn to act normal again

If you wake him up with breakfast he'll surprise you on your break with lunch

If you hug them just because they were standing there, they are kissing you all over

Compliment wars that only get cheesier and more suggestive until you're both flustered

Close the shop for a few days so you can travel with him and he'll be your devoted shop assistant for the next week

Bring them something you saw in the marketplace and they'll appear a few days later with a bagful of trinkets

So, so, so many "I love you"s, because now you can both finally say it

Nadia

She is not used to receiving affection. At all

She always interpreted her family's gestures as insults, there was no love in her marriage, and she hasn't been with anyone since

You, though, she loves to spoil you

And now - apparently - you love to spoil her

You drive her to distraction. Tell her she's the best on her way out the door and it'll power her through a whole morning of meetings

If you have a visiting Prakran teach you how to make spiced swordfish the right way she might actually cry

You pop into a meeting to drop off a love note before you go into town and kiss her cheek on the way out? She'll smile all day

Clear your evening for her and give her your undivided attention while she tells you about her ideas and plans? She's swooning

She's never been a hoarder but for you she is. She has shelves in her tower now where she stores all of your notes and gifts

Every time you show her your affection she lights up with surprise and delight. She can do anything with your love supporting her

Muriel

You have to start slowly. For his sake

He's not used to a gentle world. Or gentle people. Or affection in general

He did not know the concept of emotional safety until you held him in your arms, and it both melted and terrified him

Loves it when you bring or make him food. Growing up without it makes it infinitely precious to him, especially from you

If he comes home to a clean space (floor, dishes, laundry, etc) he'll be silent and still for the next few minutes, just taking it in

Write him a list of all the things you like about him and watch his ears burn. He will make a waterproof pouch for said list and carry it everywhere

Show interest in the things he cares about and he'll melt. Help with the chickens. Play with Inanna. He can't look away

One loving glance from you and his heart will sprout wings and fly out of his chest

Seeing the way you love so freely is reminding him how to love in return - you, the world, other people, and even himself

Portia

She loves so freely, she's a little shocked when it starts to show how much you've been holding back

Her no-holds-barred approach to affection is all you need to lose your inhibitions

She makes breakfast. You pack lunch

You kiss her on your way out. She surprise tackles you with a hug when you return

You get Mazelinka to teach you some classic Nevivon foods. She smuggles you the Palace's finest dishes

You make her a magic charm. She takes you on a wild adventure to make use of it

You write her a love letter. She sends you her favorite poetry excerpts

Clear your afternoon to spend time with her and she'll take you on a spontaneous date

She's got a strong competitive streak too, so anything you do for her will be heaped back on you tenfold. If she doesn't have the skillset required she'll stuff you with pastries

Every day she writes down all the ways you showed her love. It's her favorite book, and it keeps her going no matter the obstacles

Lucio

He's had it all already. Worship, adoration, flowery praise, luxurious gifts stacked to the ceiling, the best cuisine ...

But he's never had it from you. And he's never received affection from someone who meant it and didn't try to hide it

You don't compose symphonies for him. But you'll sing to him if he's scared

You don't give him the finest furs and silks. But you bring him trinkets that remind you of him in the most delightfully specific ways

You're not an internationally acclaimed chef. But you cook breakfast for him when he wants to sleep in

You don't wait on him hand and foot, but you polish his sword and cuirass

You don't heap praises on him like he's a god. But you know him, you see the good in him, and when you tell him you love him, he can trust you to mean it

You don't flinch when he looks at you or reaches for you. You meet his gaze with the patience that made him a better man and hold him every night. Oh, he adores you

[shangchiswife]

din djarin- maroon

guys oh my god this is the first piece I've written in months and i already know it's bad. i just wanted to put something out because i haven't put anything out since like October. i promise I'll start writing again and next time (hopefully) I'll have a better piece!!

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summary: din djarin spills a drink on grogu's babysitter whom he happens to be in love with

din djarin x fem!reader

warnings: none

word count: 1099

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Din Djarin made sure that his beskar armor was polished just right.

The people of Freetown or what was formerly known as Mos Pelgo were hosting a party in celebration of the new name. 

Before Din was about to head out of town with his child and you as Grogu’s babysitter, Cobb Vanth stopped you in your tracks. 

“Woah woah woah, where are you folks heading off to? Don’t you know that there’s a party about to happen? And guess what? You all are the guests of honor!” Vanth had drawled.

Din took one look at your eager look and immediately told Cobb that he’d stay.

He would never ever want to hurt you.

After you had joined his crew, Din had grown to love and appreciate you. The way you cared for his child like he was your own and the way you constantly checked on him made him fall deeply in love with you.

So now here he was polishing the last of his helmet before he promptly slipped it back on over his head.

You previously left the Razorcrest to help out with party decorations since many townsfolk had requested your help with setting up.

Before you had left you had placed a bright red bowtie next to Grogu’s sleeping quarters.

Taking the hint, Din took the bow and set it beside Grogu who sat in the cockpit, teething on a colorful ball that you had bought him from a marketplace on Coruscant. 

Din took the ball out of Grogu’s mouth.

“You can’t eat that,” Din stated to the baby who let out a whine of annoyance before crawling onto the Mandalorian's thigh and sitting on it.

The Mandalorian placed the bowtie over the child’s head and down to its neck. 

Din stepped back and admired Grogu whose brown eyes stared down at the red bowtie quizzically.

“Grogu you can’t take that off, Y/N won’t be happy if you don’t wear that,” he told the baby who was trying to rip the piece of clothing from his neck.

Grogu stared up at him, his big brown eyes looking into his father’s helmet, and cooed with understanding.  

“Yeah now let’s get to the party,” Din told the child before picking him up and exiting the ship.

….

When Din entered the party he was shocked by the number of decorations that adorned the walls.

There were strings of lanterns that adorned the wall along with flowers.

It was definitely your touch.

Din searched the large room for you, trying to scout you out of the large mass of people that had squished inside.

Suddenly someone tapped him on the shoulder.

The Mandalorian turned around expecting it to be you but it was just Cobb Vanth.

The sheriff chuckled at the jerk of his helmet.

“I know you’re looking for your girl…she’s over there by the Twi’lek,” he pointed over to the right side of the room where many people danced to the beat of an instrument.

He still couldn’t see you.

“Over by the treats table,” Cobb said before Din finally laid his eyes on you.

Your hair was adorned with flowers and you were dressed in a beautiful dress that made your eyes sparkle.

Din could’ve sworn his heart stopped.

You were an angel.

“Yeah ain’t she a doll?” Cobb laughed before slapping the Mandalorian’s shoulder in a friendly way.

Din was lucky that there was a helmet covering his face because his cheeks glowed red from anger from Cobb’s comment and also how pretty you looked.

He saw you turn away from the Twi’lek and stare directly at him and the child.

Your eyes glowed as your mouth spread into a grin.

“It’s so nice to see you both!” you smiled before tickling Grogu’s chin.

“And look at you! You look so dashing in that cute little tie,” you gushed before pressing a kiss onto the child’s wrinkly green forehead.

“You look nice too, Din,” you gave him a sweet smile before touching his clothed wrist momentarily, the brief touch sending shivers down his spine.

“Yeah and uh…you look beautiful,” he said, his modulated voice masking his stuttering.

Another smile graced your face.

“Aww thank you, Din,” you put your arms behind your back and slightly swung them, trying to keep your mind from combusting at the Mandalorian’s comment.

Before Din could speak again, he was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder. 

He turned to find a Mirilian couple beaming at him.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” you put a hand on his shoulder before turning away and retreating toward the Twi’lek you were previously talking to.

Din was getting tired.

Being the guest of honor meant a lot of attention for him and the child which was something that he wasn’t used to.

He turned his helmet towards you, you were spinning to the beat of the instrument playing while hearty laughs came from your throat.

A wine glass full of a burgundy-colored drink sat in your hand as you continued to sway to the music.

Initially, Din wasn’t going to bother you and was just going to suck it up and try to enjoy himself at the party but Grogu was falling asleep on his shoulder.

So he started towards you, moving through the bustling and dancing crowd in front of him until he got to you.

The moment he reached for you he was interrupted by the sound of a glass shattering and a loud splash.

Your dress was now a burgundy color, a color that matched the color of his cheeks which were luckily guarded by his mask.

Your mouth hung agape as you stared at the big spot on your dress.

“Y/N I am so…so sorry,” he apologized profusely before you cut him off with a laugh.

His heart stopped.

He had spilled wine all over your beautiful dress and you were laughing?

He was confused.

“Din, it’s okay, this will come out the next time I wash our clothes,” you smiled.

Din exhaled feeling slightly better about splashing your dress.

“Aww I see someone is a little sleepy,” you cocked your head to the side before caressing the yawning child on the Mandalorian’s shoulder.

“Just a bit,” Din joked, trying to make light of the situation.

But you could see right through his mask.

“Come on let’s go home, Mando, I know you’re tired too,” you swung an arm over his shoulder and shook your head lightly.

Under his mask, a small smile stretched across Din’s face.

He was so in love with you.

[plutowrites]

love is strange

✧ pairing : Armin Arlert x Nurse!Reader (gn)

✧contains: angst, mentions of violence, canonverse (takes place between s3 and s4), Armin in love

✧summary: y/n urges Armin to confront Eren and seek vengeance for her best friend, harmed during one of the Attack Titan's village onslaught. Unknown to everyone, Eren has orchestrated this entire situation to force Armin to view him as the monster he wants to be seen as, believing that if the request of his demise came from the person he cherishes the most, Armin would not be able to refuse.

✧important note: this fic is a reimagining of Shakespeare's "Much Ado About Nothing" (Act 4, Scene 1 to be more specific, the conversation between Beatrice and Benedick). I saw the quote "I want to eat his heart in the marketplace" and the wheels tuned so fast in my head i couldn't keep up! Let me know your thoughts mwahh<3

You're not sure when Armin entered the room, but his voice doesn't startle you as he asks from behind, “Have you been crying all this time?”

You knew he would find you.

Standing up from the edge of the hospital bed you stopped attempting to clean 10 minutes ago, you glance at the dirty sheets, riddled with dirt and other stains beneath you. Your focus remains solely on your friend a few floors above, in her own room, making you indifferent to the mess or the fact that your job entails cleaning it. “I have. I haven't been able to stop."

“I wish you wouldn’t cry…” Armin rubs the back of his neck, his expression weighed down with guilt, which only serves to annoy you further.

“My tears have nothing to do with you,” you retort coldly, making no effort to veil your anger.

“I will say this: Your friend did not deserve what happened today.”

Throwing your hands up in exasperation, you snap, “Argh! I would give anything and everything to the person who could make this right!” The thought that Eren can cause such destruction without a second thought, oblivious to the precious lives and the essence that imbues your village with its beauty and heart, pains you. Your closest friend now injured; a disregarded casualty of his rampage.

“Is there anything I can do?”

“No, not you.” You're certain that Armin grasps your insinuation. What you desire is Eren's head, something he can't deliver.

His incapacity to fulfill your wish isn't a question of ability—you're well aware he's the Colossal Titan, a secret he confided in you after a close bond formed while you nursed him back to health following a particularly brutal mission. You know his hesitance stems from his unwavering loyalty to his friend, a loyalty that now clashes with yours.

As you're wiping the tears you've wept, Armin confesses, “I don’t love anything in this world more than I love you. Isn’t that strange?”

You can't help but smile at his choice of words, “Is loving me the strange part?”

His eyes widen at you, “No, no, I mean loving anyone in times like these is. Amidst all this turmoil and uncertainty…”

You feel a pang in your chest. He’s right. This isn’t a time for any sort of romance, but still, a mix of tenderness and vulnerability lingers between you in the dimly lit hospital room. So, you admit without truly admitting, “What’s really strange is how I feel about you… don't consider this any sort of confession, though. If you mention it, I’ll simply deny it.”

Armin offers you a soft look, taking your hands gently in his. “You love me. I wasn't sure before, but now I know.”

You roll your eyes but don't withdraw your hands from his hold, “So, you think you know my heart? Be careful, I might make you eat those words.”

He meets your eyes unabashedly, “I love you so openly and without caution, everyone knows it. I just need you to know it.”

“God forgive me—”

His brows knit together slightly, “Forgive you for what?”

“For almost admitting I loved you before you so rudely interrupted,” you smile the tiniest bit.

“If you’re going to say it, I need to hear you really say it. Fully, without reservation.”

You sigh, trying to hide your vulnerability with feigned annoyance, “You have my whole heart, Armin. No part of me resists loving you.”

He closes his eyes momentarily, as if to fully absorb your words, then speaks slowly, “Ask anything of me, and I’ll do it. Anything to ease the pain you’re feeling.”

His eyes remain shut. Without hesitation, you demand, “Kill him. Kill Eren.”

A short breath of laughter escapes Armin at the request, which enrages you. You're tempted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him, to make him understand what he must do.

“I’m sorry, sincerely and truly, but you ask for the one thing I don’t think I could ever do. Eren is… He's...It’s not simple. I—”

You cut him off, “Then you’ve made your choice. You've destroyed whatever was between us.” You wave a hand in his face, dismissing him.

It was a mistake to think Armin could be the hero in this story. No matter how deeply you love someone, you cannot transform them into something they're simply not.

He doesn’t take your cue to leave. “Wait, my love,” he pleads.

“I am not your love. Enough.”

“Please—”

“If you won't leave then I will, Armin.”

“Then, before you go, can we make amends? Can we agree to be friends at least?”

Your laugh is cold, “You offer friendship now? You wish to be friends yet refuse to confront my enemy? Is that your idea of friendship?”

“Has Eren become your enemy?” he asks with a voice barely above a whisper, his words dripping with hurt.

“He has become all of ours!” you cry out, despair gripping you, “If only I had the power of a shifter! Consumed by pure hatred and rage, that boy... Oh, if I possessed your titan, Armin— I would eat his heart in the marketplace.”

“Listen to me.”

“She lies alone in a hospital bed as we speak!”

“Please, listen…”

“She’s the epitome of innocence and kindness. If she dies... I can’t even begin to imagine—”

Armin grabs your shoulders to hold you in place before saying, “She will survive, but please, I need you to hear me out.”

“If I were a soldier, I’d confront him myself… or if there were someone in the corps, anyone with a shred of honor, willing to seek vengeance for her, for all of us,” you shriek, your head in your hands in frustration and desperation. “It seems like courage and duty are foreign concepts to you all. The very essence of being a soldier, of bravery, has been lost. If someone as vile as him is left to roam free, then what does that make you? I will tell you: Cowards, all of you!”

“I love you,” is all he replies with after moments filled with only the sounds of you catching your breath.

“Proving your love for me would mean much more."

“Do you genuinely believe Eren is responsible for what happened?” Armin inquires, unable to meet your gaze. You know he’s aware of his friend's involvement. Who else could wreak such havoc in mere minutes? Who else is capable of such heartless acts against their own? You didn't need to witness the events that transpired this morning to know the answer.

You lift his chin forcefully, your eyes burning into his, “As certain as I am of anything.”

He nods once, solemnly, lowering your hand from his face, “That settles it then—I’ll do it. I promise he’ll pay for what he’s done," Armin presses a tender kiss to your cheek. "Go comfort your friend."

[eatommo]

Regalia [d.d]

cw: fully clothed vs naked, helmet comes off, PRIMAL PLAY, cat and mouse, themes of stalking, smidge of brat taming, praise kink, pinv, mando'a, unprotected sex, use of restraints, sensory deprivation, pussy eating (from the back), cream pie, Din is also a big softy but won't admit it per usual

a/n: Hello! This might be the nastiest thing I've written for Mr. Din can, I did get a Frank/Matt/Reader request that I am working on so if you see this anon I haven't forgotten about you I promise! As always like/reblog even feel free to message me! I don't bite I promise. This is also loosely inspired by some of my favorite authors who inspired me to come back to writing, and being this is a little over a one year anniversary for this blog I just want to say thank you to these @pastafossa @no-droids @absurdthirst @wardenparker (and many others in my near dead brain) lovely people who contribute so much to my life in so many ways <3

wc: A brief but nasty 2k

You don’t know if it’s his elevated tone or his body language, but you know that he is irritated.  His shoulders are tight, and his posture is iron as you storm up to him, feet thundering and kicking up blizzards of snow with each step.

“Which one of you decided that the inside of the Cave was a good idea?” You pointedly speak at the wall of metal in front of you, knowing that he’s just as irritated as you are. “Because I will be lucky if I get out of here with the tip of my nose.”

 “The kids' ears are turning grey.” He retorts body only growing stiffer as you retreat to the safety of the crest. “So don’t act like you’re the only one suffering.” 

 You glance down at the hovering pod, the baby sound asleep but his forehead scrunches as if deep in thought.  You feel slightly guilty, you don’t know how good beskar is at keeping him warm but you’d imagine there’s a good chance Mando is uncomfortable as well. “Yeah, well maybe if you actually listened to me instead of insisting on finding a bounty that’s probably  buried in permafrost.”

 “I’ll remember that the next time you ask me to get you caf in a marketplace. Credits don’t come from hyperspace.” His tone is as biting as the wind.  “I’m getting real sick of your attitude.”  He turns his head real sharp, not a hitch in his strong pace, “How was I supposed to know the fob would lead us to the wrong place?” 

You grit your teeth biting back an angry retort as you gaze into the blank slate of his visor, “Maybe you’re just losing your touch.”  Putting on a false sense of acceptance in your voice is the best way to get under his skin, and for just a beat of your heart, your resolve falters as silence falls between you.  Did you go too far? He’s the least deserving of this attitude, you know that.

 “Okay, once we get off this hellscape I’ll show you just how good my touch is sweet girl.”  His cadence immediately washes away the smirk on your face and kickstarts a familiar warmth in the pit of your stomach. 

Oh. 

Oh no.

You’ve never seen so many trees. There are groves upon groves of thick-rooted trees that have practically slowed your head start to a literal crawl as you duck down into a crouch.

Even with a late start, he’s seemingly tracked you down in what feels like a matter of minutes. The unmistakable heavy steps crush leaves and debris as he snakes through the ravine, getting closer and closer as you do your best to stay quiet. Your breath comes quickly as if the atmosphere is thin.  He’s instructed you to run, not to hide, but fear is creeping up your spine and you scramble to find purchase after the footsteps fade away.  

There’s a brief moment of relief, as you approach a brook, hoping to use it to disguise your trail. You remove your clunky beat-up boots and step into the clear, surprisingly warm water.  You take a few steps across the sandy bottom of the creek, the unusual feeling of wet sand between your toes grounding you at the moment with a smile and a small laugh.  

The lack of cover doesn't even occur to you until it's too late, just a flash of silver in your peripheral and you're launching yourself downstream,  soaking the thin fabric of your pants.     

His footsteps grow louder until they sound like they're tearing down every tree in his path to get to you.  You divert your path, deciding to truly make a final break for it, as you drop your shoes on the bank.  You climb over roots that are taller than your hips and duck under any that you can fit beneath, but the further you get away from the water the more tangled and frequent the trees become.  

Swearing under your breath, you find purchase on a branch, testing its strength before using it to help bolster your other leg over the root.  The hair on your neck stands straight as a flash of red light shatters the branch you're using to support yourself, sending you back to the ground firmly.  You feel the muzzle of Din’s blaster nuzzle into the small of your back.   

“Easy.” Your breath is coming in pants, and your heart is racing out of your chest, does he expect you to fight? But again his voice runs down your spine, calm and his breathing even, “Do I have to restrain you? Or do you think you're ready to surrender?” 

You chew on your lip, the longer you hesitate the harder the blaster digs into your back, and you begin to feel the weight of his body trap you to the root. The wood is surprisingly soft under your palms, “I yield.” 

You feel the sound before you hear it, a great and deep rumbling in his chest of pure satisfaction, of possessiveness, like a vulptex guarding their catch.  “Good.” 

There's an increasing amount of pressure on your body, shoving you until you're practically bent in half over the wood and he’s pulling your hands behind your back.  You feel the weight of something encapsulate your wrist and then the other before you can even protest your wrists are bound tightly together behind your back.  You stammer in surprise “I said I yield.” 

“I know, this is more for…” The vocoder cuts, and you wonder if he’s turned it off or even changed his mind before the next weighted words settle deep in your core, “leverage.” 

Your body involuntarily shutters, fighting the urge to moan as he begins to strip you from your clothes.  “This is what we were doing?”  Confidence suddenly bolstered by the neediness in his movements, practically tearing your trousers down your legs.  “I could’ve been naked this whole time.” 

He’s practically growling over your shoulder, as he tosses his gloves onto the thick branch, “Next time.” He uses his knee to nudge your thighs apart and plants a hand on the wood next to your hip lining himself up, you wince in anticipation knowing the stretch will be painful.  

Instead, you heard a curse, and his body’s warmth is gone for a moment, all you can listen to is metal on metal as he tears the rising phoenix from his back, and he takes the cape from his shoulders, and lays it on the wood beneath you in one fluid motion.  

Kriff, in the heat of a chase and what's likely going to be the roughest fuck of your life, he’s still worried about the roughness of the wood on your soft skin.  Under your breath, you mumble a quick “Thank you.” that he dismisses with a soft caress down your spine. 

He feels the tension in your back beneath his palm, as frantic as the need to fuck you is and his normal urge to make it hurt just a little bit not waning, he is aware of just how big his cock is and decides to drag this whole charade to both of your wit's end.  “Eyes shut for me C’yare.” 

It’s usually unlike you to do as told, but there’s a cutting-edge of a promise in his tone as if he is trying to encourage you to comply for your own benefit.  So you do, and in an even more unlikely turn of events, you hear the hiss of his helmet unlatching. Before your scrambled adrenaline-riddled body can even comprehend what's happening it is being lowered over your head.  Barely cracking an eye open you realize your vision is null, there is nothing but black for your searching eyes to find. 

Your heart beats away in your chest, and the thrill of being caught is now only amplified in a different sense.  You begin to wonder why he decided to take this risk when he is usually so careful, so painstakingly stubborn, but then his hot tongue licks up the seam of your core.  You curse, his stubble is rougher than usual, and it tickles the back of your thighs, as he tortuously licks into your slit, drinking up each bit of arousal he earns.  

“You’re so beautiful for me.” He uses his fingers to separate your lips, displaying the flushed skin of your cunt to his visor-free eyes,  “Mesh’la.”  He plants a single lingering kiss on your clit, letting his nose nuzzle against your entrance teasingly. 

 Your knees buckle as you picture yourself laid out for him, pathetically draped over a root and grinding back on his face naked and desperate, while he is dressed in his full regalia, minus the helmet that he places so trustingly upon your head.  Swallowing a whine, you start to rock your hips against his mouth in a silent plea for something, anything.

In contrast to his profession, he can be incredibly gentle, at least in the beginning.  He suckles and licks at the supple skin of your pussy, coaxing pleasure out of your body with a languid accuracy.  

The sudden change from running for your life to being walked to the edge of orgasm is enough to give you whiplash.  “You’re doing so well for me.” You know he likely can’t see you but you nod anyway, the praise coming from right against your skin as if he can’t bear to leave your pussy for a breath.  “Cum for me so I can take my prize,” Another lingering kiss,  “Sweet girl.”

You continue to rock your hips against his face, and he nuzzles deeper sucking your clit into his mouth and shaking his head back and forth, gently but with haste you can feel vibrating through his own body.  Your climax all but wrestles you to the ground, knees giving out as you practically sit back onto his face, riding the waves of the orgasm with shudders and cries. 

Unable to stop himself he nips at the curve of your ass as he stands up, his cock heavy in the flight suit and weeping against his much cooler skin.  You take the moment to try and catch your breath, chest heaving and body still vibrating more than you ever thought possible. The smell of him is surrounding you thanks to his cape, barely making it past the helmet's defenses.

He’s lined up at your entrance within a matter of moments, whatever patience and grace he’s shown you thus far is gone as he plunges his thick and painfully hard cock deep, striking up another fire in your belly.  

The plates of beskar adorning his thighs dig into your skin, undoubtedly leaving bruises for him to apologize for later, but the pain only adds to the delicious resonating pleasure with each punishing thrust of his hips.  You can hear the root of the tree creaking with his efforts, threatening to break with each slap of your bodies joining together.  The pace is inhuman, he’s fucking into you like he wants you to lose the ability to walk, scrubbing so deliciously against that spot that makes you see stars.  Then he remembers the cuffs. 

One of his hands leaves your hips and wraps tight around the link joining your hands, he starts tugging you back onto his cock with each thrust, fucking deeper than you ever thought possible.  

You start to clamp down around him, and as your body goes limp against him he growls, hunching down to bite on your shoulder.  The cool shock of his chest plate mixed with the feeling of his teeth in your skin is enough to send you barreling over the edge.

The feeling of your pussy baring down on him draws that delicious tingle at the base of his spine up until his brain and his endless praise are scrambled with the white heat of his orgasm.  His hips stutter a few more thrusts, as he pumps ropes of his hot cum deep inside your pussy.  

He manages a loose fist against the log so that he may trail some kisses down your back and across your shoulders, it’s not often that he gets to have these moments with you, “Eyes closed again C’yare.” 

In the afterglow of your orgasms, he gives you the most gentle and loving of kisses on your mouth, before he returns to being the iron-clad hunter you’ll never doubt again.

[eatmyass-x]

After all is said and done, red is somehow still Wei Wuxian’s favourite colour.

No amount of blood, guts, or blazing battlefields have managed to sway his heart. None of those things even spring to mind when his eyes catch on the sharp hues of the colour red, time and time again.

For Wei Wuxian, red is something else entirely. Red is a silky ribbon dancing in the sunlight as his mother throws her head back in laughter, her mouth a matching shade after kissing her husband and son silly. It’s what reminds him that she was real and not just a figment of his imagination, feverish as he is from hunger. That he really did have a mother and a father who loved him and wanted him, before all the years he spends barefoot on the streets of Yiling.

And on those very streets of Yiling, as he’s scavenging through the rubbish and refuse, Wei Wuxian will happen upon pieces of watermelon rind. And on that watermelon rind, sometimes, just sometimes, will be small traces of leftover watermelon pulp. Under the burning summer sun these few scrapes of cool watermelon are a gift from the heavens. Shimmering in the sunlight, red and translucent, like the jewels he’s seen some of the women in the marketplace wear. He falls asleep happy and only slightly less hungry on those nights.

The slice of watermelon Jiang Fengmian feeds him the day he finds Wei Wuxian is juicier and tastier and redder than any he’s ever eaten before. Jiang Fengmian carries him to Lotus Pier and changes his life forever, and all the while Wei Wuxian’s fingertips are still stained red with watermelon juice.

It’s a pale colour, much paler than the bright, eye-catching red accents Uncle Jiang lets him pick out for his official robes. The robes are not quite the Jiang purple, for Madam Yu would have never allowed that. But neither are they the dull tones and coarse fabric of the servants’ robes, for Uncle Jiang would not allow that. Instead they are his, just his. One little thing that belongs to Wei Wuxian.

“Wei Ying!”

The voice is like music to his ears, enraged as it sounds. He turns just in time for Lan Wangji to throw a sheet of paper at his face. Wei Wuxian already knows it must be his own assignment from this morning — the one with the hidden ode to Lan Wangji’s beauty. He winks in response and Lan Wangji looks murderous. But a blush is quickly spreading across his face, over his nose and his cheeks, all the way up to his ears. They turn a furious, bright scarlet right before Wei Wuxian’s eyes, looking like they would burn him if he tried to touch.

No one else has ever garnered such a reaction from the second jade of Lan. No one else ever will. Another little thing that belongs to Wei Wuxian alone.

But for a while there is darkness, pitch black, neither here nor there. He’s not sure whether he likes this shade of black or not. Then suddenly years have passed and he’s watching as Lan Sizhui throws himself in front of a small child, lifting him away from the reach of a resentful spirit, before crashing right into a tree.

Wei Wuxian quickly deals with the spirit and rushes over. Sizhui is too busy fussing over the completely unharmed child to realise the side of his face has been scratched up by the tree branches. Small pinpricks of red well to the surface of his skin, fresh and warm and alive. Living, breathing, eating, laughing, saving little children by putting his own life on the line.

Wei Wuxian’s heart swells. ‘It was all worth it,’ he thinks to himself. ‘It was all worth it for you. All the pain, all the suffering. I would do it all again. I would go through it all again and again and again. Just to keep the crimson blood thrumming through your veins. Just to keep you alive, to keep you safe.’

Sizhui must mistake his awestruck staring for concern. “I’m sorry, Wei-qianbei,” he says. “But the little boy. I had to save him.”

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian smiles, cupping Sizhui’s face gently. “Yes, you did.”

In the evening he recounts the events of the day to Lan Wangji with just the right amount of exaggeration to spice things up. “Ah, Lan Zhan,” he sighs eventually. “Your A-Yuan really is the bravest, kindest boy.”

“Our A-Yuan,” Lan Wangji corrects, pulling him in by the waist. His eyes are filled with so much love, so much adoration. It’s just too much for Wei Wuxian to handle. He buries his blushing face in Lan Wangji’s broad chest, against his beating heart, breathing in sandalwood.

And that’s when he spots something; a small imperfection in Lan Wangji’s usually perfect clothing. The pure white of his robe is not white after all. It has turned a pale pink from being washed together with Wei Wuxian’s red inner robe.

[not-a-space-alien]

K&J x MMSS 4: Valen & Jim Part 2

Part two of the fourth crossover with @whumpsday!

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Warnings: Misgendering a transmasculine character, some dehumanization

In this chapter: Valen and Jim go out, but happen to bump into an unexpected and unwelcome someone.

***

When Jim wakes, Valen is sitting across the room in a beanbag chair reading a book. The vampire glances up. "Ah, have you slept enough? The sun's down now, so we can go shopping if you're ready."

It takes Jim a moment to get his bearings and remember where he is, but he smiles when he does. He's out.

"Yeah, thanks." He sits up. "I'm good to go. I could eat a horse."

Valen's eyes widen. "Is that–is that a euphemism for something? I'm not sure where to get those."

Jim laughs. "It's an expression. Means I'm real hungry. I'll eat whatever you can get your hands on."

"Oh. Good to know." He's visibly relieved. He'd thought that seemed like far too big of an animal for a human to eat, but he didn't know for sure. "Let's go, then. I imagine you'll not want to get more than you can carry, but I have a backpack I can give you to carry things. Let's take the car there."

Valen leads Jim down to the building's parking lot, where he unlocks a white sedan for them to take to the marketplace. Unfortunately, it becomes clear quite quickly that Valen is a very bad driver. Fortunately there aren't many other cars on the road, and vampires are much more lax about traffic laws, but it's obvious nobody taught him how to drive a stick shift. He spends most of the drive there in first gear and is visibly afraid of the noise the car makes when he tries to shift into second gear.

Jim considers asking to take the wheel, but figures it's probably not kosher for someone who has no license here and isn't even considered a person to drive, oblivious to the fact that the concept of driver’s licenses does not apply to vampire territory.

He does end up verbally coaching Valen on his driving: Jim isn't the best himself, having only been driving for 3 years before he was taken and not having driven since, but he was at least better than Valen is. "Just go slow, so that if anything happens it won't be too bad."

Valen takes the advice to heart, nervously tittering about how he's not used to having someone else in the car, let alone someone who would get seriously hurt if they crashed. He goes along at a nervous crawl.

They do get there eventually. Valen has taken Jim to a specialty store, which is also where he buys his ethical blood. It's run by countercultural vampires who have also set up a portion of the building to be a place for humans to shop for food. The number of humans in vampire territory with the authority to make their own shopping decisions is vanishingly small, so the store as a whole still caters to vampires, but Valen figured Jim might appreciate going to a store where the staff see him as a person and the design is to appeal to him rather than his supposed owner, despite the more limited selection.

Jim feels a little relaxed when he sees the store's whole 'ethical blood' schtick. Guess there are places in vampire territory that don't support treating humans like shit. Makes sense that Valen would frequent those places.

The cashier has spiked purple hair and facial piercings, and Valen introduces her and Jim as though she and Valen know each other. 

"Hey." Jim greets the cashier with a wave. "Cool hair."

He's quickly distracted by the selection of food. He grabs a can of beans, a bag of rice, and a few apples. His stomach growls as he stares at the apples he's holding. It's taking some restraint for him not to dive into them before Valen has a chance to pay for them.

Valen can see Jim staring longingly at the ready to eat foods, so he quickly takes the apples and moves to the front of the store to buy them, then brings them back. "Always a bad idea to shop on an empty stomach."

"Thank you!" Jim bites into an apple and hums pleasantly. "This is so good. I never thought an apple could taste this good. Holy fuck."

He puts the rest of the food in the backpack and follows Valen out of the store. Unfortunately, as they make their way back to the car, they're interrupted.

Jim gasps when he sees him. He wants to run, but it's too late: Anton’s spotted him first, and is already making a beeline for them.

"Valen. Valen, we have to go now,” he urges, voice dripping with terror.

"Hey, funny seeing you out here, Kane's thing. Long way from home. With... Priscus Kithrara's wife?" Anton laughs. "How'd that happen? Looks like you've got something that's not yours. Would've thought you'd have enough humans. How about I take this one off your hands?"

"Valen," Jim squeaks, clinging to him now, eyes brimming with tears. "Please, please don't. Please don't let him take me, I'll do anything." 

Valen gives Anton a dirty look and scoots Jim behind himself. "And who might you be, sir, to come up and randomly demand to take my human?" He tries to be confrontational, but he really can't remember who this person is, but he obviously remembers who Valen is, and that puts him at a disadvantage. 

"Anton de Sang. Tsk-tsk, that's not your human. That's my brother's human. I didn't forget." Anton gives Jim a grin that makes him cower behind Valen. "Don't worry, you can just hand him over to me. I'll make sure he gets back where he belongs. With someone in the family, anyway."

de Sang. Anton de Sang, brother of Kane de Sang, the poor, wretched creature who was socially ostracized for not being able to use persuasion. That's why Jim wasn't brain damaged, his captor simply couldn't use persuasion at all.

"No," Jim whispers, horrified. "Please, I can't be his. I can't, you said, you s-said I could–" He stops himself from saying go home just in time. "–be yours." He hugs Valen tightly, the only bastion of safety he has, tears brimming in his eyes. 

Valen feels a wave of sympathy for Jim. He feels bad for Kane, for being treated harshly for something he can't help, but he feels even worse for Jim. He can only imagine what Jim was treated like in private, the one person Kane could take his problems out on. Given Jim's condition, it's probably quite bad. He'd noticed the broken arm that hadn't healed correctly, and Kane had apparently threatened to shatter his ankles.

Yet Jim is apparently more scared of being with Anton.

"I found him out in the wild fair and square. It's of no concern to me who he belonged to before that." He starts to back towards the shop as he speaks, shuffling Jim towards it, the shop filled with vampires who think humans should be treated decently.

Jim takes the hint and darts inside, looking pleadingly to the cashier. "Please help me," he begs tearily.

Anton laughs. "Ha! Oh my god, did his human really escape? That's hilarious. Bet he's still searching the area like a dumbass, doesn't know you're taking his human on fucking shopping trips." He eyes the shop. "Yeah, seems about right from what I've heard about that marriage."

Valen's face twists stormily at the mention of his failed marriage. "My marriage is none of your business, sir, and I use the term loosely," he snaps. "And to be perfectly clear, the only way you're taking this human home with you is if you physically attack me, right here in front of everyone, to make me. So you might as well turn around and leave." 

Anton peers through the shop window. Jim has ducked behind the counter, still cowering. More trouble than it's worth.

He chuckles. "Fair enough. Be seeing you." Before Valen can question that, he’s already dashed off.

Valen turns and runs back into the shop, the bell on the door clattering behind him. "Jim, where are you? Are you all right? He's gone now."

Jim's tear-streaked face peeks out from behind the counter. "Thank you." He sniffles. "I, I thought I was a goner for a sec there. Worse."

"You're all right," Valen says. He takes Jim's hand and pulls him up into a hug. "You're all right, we won't let anything happen to you." He looks to the cashier. "Thank you for letting him hide in here."

"Of course. Be kind of a shit ethical blood shop if I didn't."

Jim hugs back, letting himself be held. He's safe, he's protected. There's finally someone looking out for him. It's not just him alone, woefully overpowered anymore. He sobs into Valen's shoulder. "Thanks, Valen." He's choked up. "That means a lot."

"Of course. Come on, let's get home quickly. I have no reason to believe that Anton, or any of the de Sangs, knows where I live." He scoops Jim up. "It'll be faster for me to run us there."

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[ladylovesloki]

Something Real: Chapter Four

Pairing: Loki X Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Our family is starting to have a routine. Magic Lessons with Dad. Talks about feelings. Another unexpected visitor…..😬

A/N: Let me know if you would like to be tagged in future parts. Thanks for reading! Enjoy 💚🖤

Masterlist

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You peak your eye open and look at your alarm clock. 

5:30 am.

“Ughh.”

You get up and get in the shower and start your get the kids ready for school routine. You get the kids up and make sure they are ready for their day. They eat their breakfast while you pack their lunches, Loki eating breakfast with them.

Once they are ready you all walk to the school to drop them off.

You give them both hugs and wish them a good day at school. Then they run over to their dad and give him hugs as well.

“Bye dad! See you after school!” Vali calls out to Loki as he and his brother run towards the school hand in hand.

Loki waves at them, “bye!”

He has a huge smile on his face and keeps on staring at the school entrance the kids just ran through.

You grab his hand and squeeze it to get his attention, he looks down and smiles at you.

“Ready to go?” You ask him.

“Yea..I’m just so happy y/n..thank you for this.”

You smile at him, “of course. Did you want to go food shopping? I can show you the marketplace, show you around New Asgard?”

“That sounds lovely”, he links your arms together, “lead the way.”

You blush and walk with him the short distance to the town marketplace, on the way you both talked about the kids mostly. You told him about their differences, how Narfi didn’t have the same kind of magical bursts that Vali does. How Vali will sometimes put his athletics over his school work. All this new information Loki was absorbing so he can get to know his children quicker. 

You get to the stalls and purchase meats, vegetables and fruits for the week. It’s good having Loki around since you don’t need to lug all of these bags everywhere yourself, he just puts them in his what you call his space purse.

It was funny watching the people of New Asgard see Loki again, some were weary of his presence, others were happy to see another member of the house of Odin alive and well. 

Once you purchased everything you needed you both went home.

You get all of your groceries put away after Loki retrieved them from his space purse and both of you sat in the backyard drinking some lemonade.

“I feel as though the tempad sent me into Valhalla.” Loki says with his eyes closed.

You just stare at him for a moment, you still can’t believe he’s here with you, it’s almost like he sensed you staring at him because he opens his eyes and looks at you.

He gets up from his lounge chair and walks over to yours, sitting by your hip, he leans over you and places his hand next to the top of the chair near your head. 

He leans in a little closer.

“Tell me y/n..you said you had..moved on before I had come back to Midgard to reclaim you. What did you mean by that?”

He’s staring at your lips waiting for you to respond, your heart is pounding in your chest again.

“Umm…well, I thought you weren’t going to come back..so I went out on a few dates, met some new people but I never felt… truly happy. I felt like I had been robbed of something real when you left and when you came back..I couldn’t let you go, I couldn’t waste my second chance.”

Loki seemed struck by your words.

He rapidly switches his gaze from your eyes to your lips and just when he was about to lean his for a kiss.

“Mom!! We’re home!!”

“Y/n?!” You hear Val’s voice yell into your home.

You release the breath you were holding and let your head fall back against the lawn chair.

“Whelp..you better get used to that..” you look at Loki and giggle.

When you sat up to call for the interrupting party, Loki only moved enough so you can sit straight up so his face was still very close to yours. He can see a little bit of nerves in your eyes and decides to take pity on you and kisses your cheek.

“We’ll talk more later.” He deeply rumbles in your ear after his featherlight kiss.

You clear your throat, “hmhmm..yea..um later..uh huh..”

He laughs and removes his arm from the other side of the chair and stands walking to the house to greet his children.

You quickly stand and follow Loki into the house where you see Val.

“Hey..you didn’t have to pick up the boys, we were just about to leave to go get them.”

Val looks at you with a smile, “sure you were, you both looked pretty comfortable on that chair out there.”

“Mom look what I made in school today!” Narfi calls you over, usually he brings home some school project to show you proudly. He loved school and put 100% effort in everything that he did. And sure enough you walk over and see a pretty impressive model of the planets in our solar system. 

“Wow bud that’s really cool!” You gladly divert your attention from Val to your son’s project.

Loki inspects it, “yes very good Narfi, though they do look a little different in person.”

“Can you take us to space one day dad?!” He asks.

You and Loki answer at the same time, “Absolutely” Loki says with an excited smile and you say… “NO!” with a look of horror on your face.

“Aw mom! Come on, you’ve been to space!” Vali pleads.

“Yes and some very bad things happened while I was there, so the answer is no.”

“What bad things?!” Vali challenges.

You take a moment and look over to Loki with a look that says he should know exactly what.

The last time she saw Loki was in that ship in the middle of space..she didn’t want to be in that position again.

He diverts their attention, “one day boys when you are older and far more along in your studies you can come with me to travel to all of the realms.”

“Really?” Narfi asks amazed.

Loki smiles fondly at his son, “really, come on, tell me about school and we’ll get started on your magic lessons.”

A few weeks go by and you and your little family have created a good rhythm. You and Loki walk the children to school every day and you go to work. Loki at first was hesitant to go out to the Asgardian public without you with him but he soon became comfortable. He even got a little job in the school, they decided to open classes for the children who show signs of magical abilities. The kids old instructor was an older man who couldn’t handle an entire classroom so Loki stepped up to help him three times a week.

After school every day you and Loki picked up the kids, they were always so excited to see you both. You all get home and Loki helps them with their homework and any school projects and you got dinner ready. You didn’t trust him to cook just yet…

You and Loki had little moments here and there, whether it be a brush of the hand when he’s passing you something or placing his hand on your lower waist when he’s moving around you. One night when they were all sitting on the couch watching a movie, you and Loki were sitting at opposite ends while the twins were separating the both of you. You were paying attention to the movie when you felt something brushing against your thumb. You look at your hand that was draped on the back of the couch and see Loki’s finger slowly brushing yours. He’s staring at you to gauge your reaction, you smile and take his hand in yours. He squeezes it slightly and then starts to rub his thumb back and forth, caressing your hand. You can feel the blush rise on your cheeks and you’re biting your bottom lip. You chance a glance at him and his attention is on the screen in front of him again.

That was a few nights ago, currently it is Saturday and you are sitting outside with Loki and the boys enjoying the sun. They are working on their magic while you are sitting in a lounge chair enjoying a book and cold drink on the surprisingly hot day.

You were about to take a sip of your drink when you are doused with what feels like a bucket of ice water.

“What!?!?” You yelp, your book and clothes soaked and your drink is now more water than tea.

You look up and see Loki and Vali with matching looks on their faces, both of them trying to hold back laughs and Narfi’s standing there with a shocked look, hand extended.

“Uh oh..I’m sorry mommy…it’s never come out that strong before…” Narfi apologizes bashfully, tears starting to well in his eyes.

After you get over the shock of the cold you look at Narfi, “oh baby it’s ok, I’m not mad. I was just a little surprised from the cold is all.”

Narfi didn’t lift his head, tears now leaving his eyes from his disappointment in himself for lack of control of the spell his dad was teaching him.

Loki sees his tears and gets his attention by lifting Narfi’s little chin with his finger, “hey, you have nothing to be embarrassed by. Do you know how many times I soaked my own mother while I was learning this exact spell?”

Narfi doesn’t seem convinced. 

“ Look at your mother..” Loki tells him.

Narfi looks over to you.

“Does she look angry?” Loki asks.

“No.”

“How about upset?” Loki asks again.

Narfi sniffles and wipes away his tears, “no”

“That’s because she is neither of those things and she was not harmed. If I were teaching you something potentially dangerous please know that your mother would be far away from where we are.” 

You place your hand on Narfi’s shoulder, “he’s right honey. I’m not angry or upset, I am proud of you..and your brother. You guys are doing so well.”

You kneel down and give him a big hug and look over to Vali, you extend your arm out letting him know you wanted him to join the hug. He does and not long after that Loki joins in and makes it one big group hug.

“Aww!!” You all look over to the voice and see Thor standing at the door with a goofy smile on his face.

“I want in!” He runs over and tackles the entire group, we all fall in each other’s arms, laughing on the way down.

“Alright, alright, the mortal needs to breath.” You somehow ended up on the bottom of the family pile. They all sit up and Loki kept his hand on your lower back.

“Alright darling?” He asks you smiling.

You stutter for a moment, still not used to the nicknames he called you, “..yea..yea I’m ok.”

You got lost staring in his eyes but Thor broke the spell, “well I came by to see how you were all doing and it looks like all is well.”

“Yes everything has been wonderful until you came barreling in like the big oaf you are.”

“Be nice.” You smack Loki playfully on his arm.

“Are you hungry Thor? I was just about to start dinner.”

“If it’s not too much trouble. I would also like to occupy your couch if that’s alright.”

“Sure, do you know how long you’re gonna be here.” You ask, the house is going to feel a little cramped with the God taking residence of the couch.

“I’m not sure honestly.” He looked sheepishly.

“That’s ok, I just feel bad you’re stuck on the couch.”

Thor looked over his shoulder to make sure the children weren’t in ear shot.

“I was hoping that my old room would be unoccupied by now…”

You look at him confused, “why are you whispering? Loki isn’t ready to be out on his own yet.”

“Have you broached that topic with him? Him moving into a different dwelling?”

“….No…no we’ve been busy..the kids love having him here and he’s been such a huge help around the house and with the kids studies. They are doing so well in school, Vali doesn’t seem so angry at the world anymore..I just…I like having him here so I haven’t brought it up…”

“Uh huh…” he takes a long look at you and then walks away towards the kids.

Loki looks over to you and looks concerned, “you alright? Did my brother say something? I’ll…” he goes to walk away to give Thor a piece of his mind but you halt his movements by grabbing his arm.

“I’m fine, he didn’t say anything…not really.”

“Ok, then why do you look so upset.”

“Are you going to leave?” You blurt out.

He looks at you confused, “leave? Why would I do that?”

“We talked about it a little bit when you first got here, about you moving into your own place. Do you plan on doing that?”

He looks a little hurt, “did you want me to?”

“No! But I think that’s the problem.”

Now he looks really confused, “what do you mean?”

“Look, can we talk about this later? We’ll have Thor watch the kids and we’ll go somewhere and..talk..”

“Of course. Y/n I…” he starts and then is interrupted.

“Dad! Dad! Come look at this!”

He looks over at you and you smile at him, “go, we’ll talk later.”

He nods at you and heads toward his children as you go inside to start preparing food for your family.

You get through dinner barely eating anything, you’re stomach is in knots.

You’re feelings for Loki were getting complicated, she never stopped loving him but when he came back into her life she swore that she was going to put all of those feelings aside. She didn’t want to ruin anything for her boys, they were so happy to have their dad back. If she was the reason he decided to leave they would never forgive her.

Dinner is over and the kids were having a movie night with Thor, they were currently building their pillow fort in the living room. You saw Loki getting their popcorn ready in the kitchen and approached him there, “hey..” you whisper.

“Hey..” he whispers back.

“Want to go somewhere with me? We can talk without the kids overhearing anything..”

He looks concerned again, “uh yea, sure…” you go to walk away but he stops you, “Y/n? Is everything alright?”

“Yea fine, I just want to talk to you about some…stuff..”

“Ok.” He finishes the kid’s popcorn and moved into the living room to deliver it to them.

“Alright guys have fun, don’t torture your uncle.” You tell them, hoping they take it to heart.

“Wait! Where are you guys going?!” Vali exclaims.

“Out” you reply.

Narfi interjects sadly, “without us?”

“Aw buddy, you hang out with Uncle Thor, enjoy your movie, we’ll be back soon.”

You lean over the couch and give both boys kisses on their foreheads, Loki does the same and says his goodbyes.

You start to walk down from your house towards to marketplace.

“Where are we going?” Loki asks.

“Just to the bar in town.”

You silently make your way there, Loki quiet because he’s trying to think about what he did wrong, were you kicking him out? You were quietly stewing over how you were going to bring up the subject of your feelings.

You get to the bar and sit at a booth, Loki offers to go and get your drinks while you get settled.

He comes back with two beers and sits in the seat opposite you.

He takes a deep breath, “ok..what did you want to talk about?”

“How are you?” You ask.

His eyebrows furrow, “alright…, you?”

“I’m…ok.. I think.”

He looks like he’s about to burst, he’s nervously picking at his hand.

“Y/n..what is this about?”

“Do you feel like you are assimilating well here?”

Loki is starting to internally panic, “yes..not that I can leave if I wasn’t, I destroyed the only way I had to leave this timeline. The twins mean everything to me.”

“I know..”

Loki stands up and walks over to your side of the booth and sits down next to you.

“Y/n, are you alright? I know that my arrival changed your life greatly and you have been so focused on making sure the children and I are doing ok. But…how are you?”

It’s your turn to take a deep breath, “I’m…confused.”

He faces his whole body towards you, “about what?”

“You..us..how I’m feeling about..you…us..”

“I see..”

“Loki I see you with the boys everyday and it’s everything that I have been dreaming of since you died and I found out I was pregnant.”

You start to cry silent tears and his reaches over and dries your tears.

“And it’s things like that…”

“Like what?”

“You drying my tears, being so sweet to me…it’s making this harder.”

“Making what harder?”

“TO NOT LOVE YOU!”

You turn your body away from him embarrassed and you place your elbows on the table in front of you, putting your face in your hands.

You didn’t want to blurt it out like that but the way he was questioning you made you just want to get it all out. This would technically be a third chance with Loki for you, your second chance came when he picked you up to take you to Asgard. This..him being here with you right now..you can’t help but feel you were destined to love and be loved by this God.

“Y/n. Look at me.”

You don’t move.

Then you feel his hand wrap around your wrist and lightly tug your hand away from your face. He does the same with your other wrist and uses his hold on you to turn your body back to face him. You’re looking down at your lap, avoiding his gaze.

“Look at me darling.”

You shake your head. You are aware of how childish this is but you can’t find it in you to care.

He releases your wrists and cradles your face in his hands again just like he did all those nights ago on the couch.

“Y/n..do you truly believe my feelings for you have not grown since I arrived here? That seeing you with my children would have no effect on me or my heart?”

Again he wipes your tears away and continues to softly speak to you, “I did not want to rush you or pressure you into anything you weren’t comfortable with. As I have said, I will do nothing to jeopardize my time with my children. You have treated me with a kindness that I do not deserve, the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

You don’t respond, just stare in his eyes and try to absorb everything he just told you.

He kisses you lightly on the lips. So lightly it was like it didn’t happen at all.

Then another..just as light.

He stops and looks at you for any sign of distress, when he sees none he kisses you again, this time with a little more pressure.

Then it was like Thor hit you with a bolt of lightning from Stormbreaker, you grab him by the shirt and kiss him the way you have been wanting to kiss him for so long.

He slips his tongue in your mouth and you feel your body start to heat up with that fire of deep longing. You had wanted him, needed him, for so long.

“Ahem..”

The both of you stop, you look to see who was interrupting your moment and see someone you don’t recognize. A woman with short blonde hair..

“I thought you said you never had anything real.”

Loki’s body immediately tenses and he turns to look at the woman in shock.

“Sylvie…”

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[eldritch-blasted-bagels]

Excuse my brain rot and the fact that I was a theatre kid BUT-

What Shakespearean Monologue I Want to See Each BG3 Companion Perform

Wyll

“O Soft, What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks” from Romeo and Juliet

Of course. There is no other option.

This man is a hopeless romantic and, I adore him, would not get the point of the play but would have so much fun playing Romeo.

Everyone in the cast would also be hopelessly in love with him.

(Bonus) “Once More Upon the Breech!” from Henry V

Oh this man would KILL this monologue. The battle cry? The rousing of his men against an impossible task? It’s what he was made to do, it’s what the character was built for.

Equal and opposite to how he’d absolutely slay as Romeo, he would make an amazing Henry.

Karlach

“O, Then I See Queen Mab Hath Been With You” from Romeo and Juliet

I almost, almost gave this to Astarion because I think he could also do it justice, but he already had two monologues.

Just… love u Karlach you can say whatever nonsense and I will nod along. Also absolutely ragging on your friend and getting carried away in the bit feels very in character for her.

I feel like she doesn’t really do acting but she would come support her friend’s productions however she could.

Astarion

“To Be Or Not To Be” from Hamlet

Hear me out; I think it would either be so over dramatic or the best damn rendition you’ve ever heard.

Contemplation of mortality, pain, existence? Astarion is at his best when he’s having an existential crisis.

This man was also just built to play Hamlet. You could replace this with “‘Tis now the very witching hour of night,” “O, that this too too sullied flesh would melt” Or any of his soliloquies and what I said still goes.

(Bonus) “Dost Thou Not Suspect My Place?” from Much Ado About Nothing

This is one of the best comedic monologues Shakespeare has to offer and I won’t be told otherwise

Specifically based on the line of Dogberry describing himself as a tasty piece of flesh while also being Dogberry and flouncing about, being hysterical, because someone called him an ass.

(Bonus 2) (Sorry this man is very Shakespeare coded) He would be such a good Puck in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Just a little shit.

Gale

“O, She Misused Me Past the Endurance of a Block!” From Much Ado About Nothing

Just as I think Astarion was built to play Hamlet, Gale was built to play Benedick.

He’s just enough of an ass but also fucking comedic enough to pull this off and make it hysterical. Like Benedick, he also just keeps talking.

(Bonus) Lear’s Storm Monologues

I think at his worst, Gale could do Lear some fuckin justice in his performance of that specific piece, and that slow descent into madness.

Lae’zel

“I Would Eat His Heart In The Marketplace” from Much Ado About Nothing

It’s a take I’m so here for and I think she’d get really into scolding Benedick for being a dishonorable coward.

Just think about the potential delivery of “Oh! If I were a man! I’d eat his heart in the marketplace!” gives me chills.

I don’t ship Lae’zel and Gale necessarily but I think if you put them in a production of Much Ado together it would be cemented as a bar-standard production.

Shadowheart

“O What a Noble Mind Been O’erthrown” from Hamlet

She kins Ophelia and you can’t tell me otherwise. Also specifically, in this, the context of being used as a pawn by everyone in her life feels appropriate.

(Bonus) Let her play Joan of Arc in Henry VI. I don’t know why she’s so Joan of Arc coded in my brain but let her do it.

Halesin

“All the World’s a Stage” from As You Like It

This one is the one I’m least confident about but the world-weary and worn nature that it can take on feels very Halesin and I think he would do a performance in such a way that it sends you spiraling into an existential crisis.

(Bonus) Minthara

“And Dash’d the Brains Out!” from Macbeth

Again, I just think Minthara would kill as Lady Macbeth.

But, I don’t think “Out damn spot” would be where she shined; I think these moments of absolute murder and ambition would.

Also inspired by the production (in DC I think?) where they had to cut Lady Macbeth literally smashing a baby doll on rocks during this monologue because the audience found it too disturbing.

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Kiss it Better

Pairing: Duke Leto X Female Reader

Warning(s): SMUT! (starting off strong lmao) very romantic eating out on a blanket under the stars in the rain. Fluff so sweet it will make your teeth rot. But beware, there is a bit of angst.

Summary: Leto finds his lover reminiscing about her childhood. She is having regrets, but the duke is determined to relieve her pain in one of her favorite ways.

Word count: 2.2k

18+ MINORS DNI

Enjoy😁

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It was a cool night on Caladan. You sat on a blanket you had laid out over the grass, as you stared up at the sky, watching the stars that you could barely see through the clouds. The sky wasn't too dark, since the since was just about to set, but you still kept a lantern closer to the blanket.

Judging by the clouds, it was definitely going to rain soon, but you did not feel the need to go back to your chambers.

You heard approaching footsteps, but you didn't bother turning around to see who it was, you knew the only person who knew your secret spot.

"You should come inside my love. It is going to rain soon" you heard the voice of your lover say.

"Mmm, I'll be in soon" you said, dismissing him.

You heard him take a few more steps towards you before he sat down next to you on the blanket.

"What's got your mind so crowded my gem?" He asked softly, looking at the few stars along with the moon that were visible.

"It's nothing" you said quietly.

You felt him Grab your chin softly, before slowly moving your head to meet his gaze.

"Hey, If it's making you think like this, then it's something." He said.

He watched fondly as you closed your eyes and nuzzled his hand, the light from the flame of the lantern dancing on your skin beautifully.

When you opened them you met his warm gaze and you sighed, before preparing to explain everything to him.

"Well, if you must know, I'm thinking of my childhood." You said, causing his face to instantly soften even more.

Leto vaguely knew about your rough upbringing. When you first met, he was strolling through the marketplace and he saw you working so hard in your parent's restaurant that you had burned your hands.

He had quickly rushed to you and took your hands in his. He remembered fondly, the look of shock you had as you looked up and saw the young Duke of Caladan looking over your hands worriedly.

You had sat down with him as he wrapped your hands silently with bandages he had ordered his guards to fetch. He also remembered how shocked your parents were to find the Duke in their restaurant when they came back from fetching ingredients.

The Duke knew you were poor. And he knew taking you to be his concubine would cause people to talk. But he didn't care. He had fallen for you from the first time you met.

He was bought back to the present moment when you spoke again.

"My life was very rough as a child. My parents always had to say no to things I asked for no matter how bad I wanted them, because we couldn't afford much." You said sadly, looking back to the sky.

Leto frowned and caressed your cheek as you continued speaking.

"As you know, I am educated, but during my education, I also had to work in my parents' restaurant."

"Yes, and that is how we met" he said with a soft smile, causing you to smile as well.

"Yes but it was a hard life. I worked hard. My parents worked hard as well. I was robbed of my childhood, and they were robbed of a proper life. And once I got the opportunity to give them one," you said, referring to the life you now lived with Leto,

"They died." You finished with a tear down your cheek.

You felt selfish and childish, wishing you could have everything you wanted when you were a child. Other children probably had it worse than you.

But it broke Leto's heart to see you cry.

You shook your head as he wiped the tears from your cheeks and placed a small kiss on your lips.

Your brows furrowed as he pulled away and you surged forward to capture his lips again.

When you pulled away for air, Leto and you both leaned on one hand, with your foreheads touching. Your eyes were still closed as you took In the scent of him.

"I am so sorry my love" Leto said sadly.

"It's okay, I know they were so proud of me and happy that they got to see me fall in love." You said pulling your forehead away and looking at him with all the love and adoration you could possibly show.

His heart swelled at the sight, as well as your words, and he rushed forward to capture your lips In another kiss.

This one was slightly rough and caused both of you to fall onto the blanket, so you were now both laying on your sides, causing you to giggle into the kiss.

He chuckled as well

"I'm sure what you say is true" he said with a smile before he started kissing all over your face.

You closed your eyes once again, and enjoyed feeling the chill of the cool, wet air of Caladan mixed with the burning hot passionate kisses Leto was slowly placing all over your face.

He then moved lower, kissing your jawline, then down to your neck, and you could feel his messy curls starting to tickle your face.

You let out a sigh of appreciation as he continued to place kisses against your neck.

When he found your sweet spot you gasped, as he started to suck on your neck, looking to make a mark.

You moaned loudly before pushing him away, and looking to his now dark eyes.

"You can't leave a mark, it's not proper!" You whisper-shouted at him, still breathing heavily.

"Then let me leave one where no one will see" he said, his voice low as he gazed at your lips, before glancing back to your eyes.

You nodded slowly and you felt his hand move up the smooth skin of my leg, gasping as you looked down at his hand.

"No, keep your eyes on me sweetheart" he said, causing your eyes to snap back to his.

He sat up on his elbow.

As he lifted his hand father up your leg, the skirt of your long flowy dress rode up with his hand, exposing more of your skin to the cool air.

"Leto..." You whispered his name

"Im right here sweetheart" he said, before pressing his lips to yours to blissfully swallow your moan.

He also used that as an opportunity to push his tongue inside your mouth.

His hand lightly grazed over the underwear you were wearing, causing you to gasp again as your dress lifted a bit higher, now showing off the skin of your stomach to the cloudy sky.

He finally detached his lips from yours, before reattaching them to your neck again.

The pleasure course through your body, causing your legs to spread a bit wider involuntarily.

"Eager are we?" He said, and you could feel his smirk against your lips.

"How can I not be?" I said smiling at the sky.

He chuckled, and I shivered as I felt his warm breath against my neck, mixed with the touch of his fingers against my clothed center.

"Wow, so wet and it hadn't even rained yet? " He said pulling away from your neck to see your face and address you with faux surprise.

"Oh shut u-" your statement turned into a moan as he applied pressure to your clothes through the fabric and started rubbing tight circles against your clit.

"Now now, that's not the proper way to talk to your Duke is it my lady?"

"You ba-" you were cut off as he applied more pressure and moved his fingers to rub down towards your entrance

"What was that?" He said with a smirk.

"Please just fuck me Leto" you moaned, trying to get him to lose his cool so you would win regardless.

And it definitely worked.

His smirk dropped and he carefully moved himself so he was over you.

"As you wish my lady" he said before kissing you softly and moving downwards, until he could kiss your stomach.

You fought to keep your hips down as he kissed your clothed center and licked it once through the fabric.

"Holy shit" you gasped out, as he hummed with appreciation.

"I can't wait to taste you, but first, I must do what I promised." he said glancing up at you through his long lashes, and moving lower to your thighs. The sun was now setting on Caladan, and the moon was beginning to show. The flame of the Lantern illuminated Let's dark hungry eyes, causing your stomach to turn.

You watched as he closed his eyes, starting to kiss the insides of your thighs with his hands gripping both of them at the same time.

Your body shivered as you felt his beard prickle against your soft, sensitive skin.

When he got to a spot he desired, he slowly licked the skin there before sucking it, causing you to moan as you felt the pressure of him creating a mark there.

"God I love the sounds you make" he said looking back up at you as he moved slightly upwards again, and hooked his hand in the waistband of your underwear.

Your body heated up at his praise and you eagerly lifted your hips to help him with the removal.

He placed your garment off to the side, next to you on the blanket.

"You're so beautiful" he groaned out as he stared hungrily at your glistening center.

"Leto please.." You whined, getting impatient.

He obeyed your words and placed his hands on your hips to steady them, before he licked a long, slow stripe with the tongue up to your clit.

"Fuck!" You moaned loudly and thew your head back onto the blanket, your chest starting to speed up.

Suddenly, you felt rain drops start to hit your Face, but Leto was not stopping.

"L-Leto, maybe we shoud con-continue this inside" you said, trying to form a coherent sentence before your eyes rolled back from how good his Skillful tongue was working you.

"No" he grunted, pulling away from you for a second.

"I cannot wait that long, I want your taste now." He groaned before going back to your soaked center.

He gave you a couple more licks, moaning at your taste causing heat to spread all over your body.

At this point, the rain was semi-heavy, Leto's curls were sticking to his forehead and you brushed the hair that was starting to stick to your Face as the rain wet it.

He stuck his tongue inside your entrance and you both simultaneously moaned.

His beard added a whole 'nother level of stimulation and you moaned incoherent sentences at Leto.

The river of pleasure coursing through your veins was about to break through and Leto sensed your impending climax as well everytime he stuck his tongue inside you, trying to get all of your taste.

He took his tongue out and focused on your clit, the pleasure overtaking you both as he pushed you forward all the way to your release.

You moaned loudly and Leto let out a choked moan as well.

Your eyes were squeezed tight, only feeling the immense pleasure, and the cool rain on your skin as your love pleasured you through your orgasm.

When you were finally too sensitive, you pushed his head away gently and he looked up at you with hooded eyes and his beard glistening in the light with your slick, and now, the rain.

He carefully moved upwards and kissed your lips.

You moaned as you tasted yourself on him.

"Not even the rain can wash away how good you taste, my gem." He said fondly.

You gazed at him with hooded eyes and s droopy as well, placing your hand on his cheek and watching him lean into your touch.

"Now let's get out of this rain my sweet Leto, I want to return the favor" you said mischievously.

He smiled and kissed you quickly before moving from on top of you and grabbing your underwear, sitting down next to you and the now completely soaked blanket.

"I already came" he said with a shrug.

"What!? Just from that?" You asked, surprised, as you looked at the man next to you.

The loose linen shirt he was wearing was now sticking to his body and see-through as the rain poured over him.

He pushed his hair back before answering,

"Bringing my lover pleasure like this brings me immense pleasure" he said simply.

Your heart almost burst at his words and you moved to grab your underwear but he held them out of your reach.

You looked at him In surprise before he smirked and spoke,

"I already came, but that doesn't mean I don't want to again." He said.

You slapped his arm and he laughed heartily before the both of you got up from the blanket and you folded it before tucking it under your arm while he grabbed the lantern.

His held his other hand out and your put yours in his, before walking closely together and giggling like school kids as you made your way back to your shared chambers, both of your clothes now sticking to your bodies.

In his head, Leto thought happily,

"This is the woman I'm going to marry."