#It's not perfect but I'm ready to move on to the next drawing :3

[nyxnixcharon]

“爱你…”

[byuntrash101]

okay here are my thoughts: softdom!hongjoong finds out about you thinking his tattoos are hot so he decides to get more of them and every time he fucks while maintaining eye contact, you break your gaze to stare at his tattoos, finding the movement of ink on his skin fascinating

tags: gentle dom!joong, joong with tats (necessary warning), unprotected sex (don't try this at home), praising, pet names (baby, pretty, sweetheart), light teasing and begging, sweet love making </3, creampie

hongjoong knew you liked his tattoos but when he revealed the brand new and healed ink he got right under his chin he didn't expect he would take less then 10 minutes to get you all hot bothered, ready for him. patiently waiting for him on his bed.

he was hovering above you. his hands placed at each side of your face when on gently brushed over your heated cheek.

he rubs his tip against your folds, coating his lengh with your slick as your whimper from the friction and squirm, yearning for more. you haven't seen him in a hit minute since he's always working and you can't stand the teasing right now. You want him and you want him now.

"joongie~" you whine, shy eyes looking at him as heat rushes to your cheeks.

"yes pretty?' he asks, tone as innocent as could be but the sly smirk pulling at his lips gives him away. you squirm under him as he chuckles bringing his blazing hot tip to your clit, applying some pressure to the attention deprived bundle of nerves; which makes you stay still immediatly, afraid of losing friction.

"say what you want my sweetheart" hongjoong purs in your ear, eyes urging you to voice your demands.

"please joong I want y-aaah"' you say in one breath not even able to finish your sentence before your taunting boyfriend pushes himself inside you. the way you walls stretch around him has you pushing your head into the soft pillow, the pleasure ripping a dragged out moan out of your mouth.

your boyfriend knows you so well and you have been missing him so much that in a matter of minutes you find yourself flirting with the edge already.

and so of course he notices when your eyes slip from his own to focus in the brand new tattoo under his chin. you just can't help it. the way the art piece dances on his skin everytime his adam appel bobbles in his throat, the way it moves when he grunts and moans. it mesmerizes you. you have no choice but to look

as you moan and pant become louder hongjoong doesn't dare to peel his eyes off you for a second. he wants to see you coming undone around his cock, he wants to see you slipping into madness right under him, pledging yourself to him and him only forever until the end of time.

"like my new tattoo baby?" he teases again, knowing damn well the answer.

but your mind is too far gone to play coy again.

"yesss" you say throught gritted teeth, pleasure rising again as he acknowledged you.

"such a good girl for me" he says bringing one of his hands to draw tight circles on your swollen and eager clit. immediately you arche your back, pushing your hips further into him.

"please joong i'm almost there" you cry.

"want me to get more?" he says disregarding your last sentence.

At this point you can only nod frantically as you clench around him tighter then ever, fisting the sheets at each side of your face.

"how about next time i'll get your name tattooed? huh? you'd like that?"

"yessss" you whine, closer than ever, completely losing your sanity at the idea of having your name forever imprinted on your boyfriend's perfect skin. "pleasee joongie"

"cum. cum for me baby" he grants you.

you didn't need more to come undone around him and at the end of his expert fingers. he brought you to delirous summits as you shuddered under him and your walls flutered around him eventually taking him with you as your strong grip tipped him over the edge, delivering copious amount of burning hot cum inside you, your name hanging from swollen lips.

he rolled next to you careful to keep himself locked deep inside of you, his inked arms snaking around your waist and pulling you into his warm embrace.

"i'll make an appointment with the tattoo artist tomorrow"

[starcrossedreaders]

how about a late night drive fic with leon i think he would do it when your both bored or just wanna relax i just thought it would be sweet for this man to FINALLY GET A BREAK FOR ONCE with y/n by his side ( btw i love your fics they make my day!!!)

Author Note: Your request made my day! There's something about Leon driving a stick shift that makes me go wild, Enjoy!

Warnings: FLUFF!

The dim moonlight shone through your windows casting a shadow to form on your fiancé's form. Normally, it was your partner that would twist in turn in the late hours of the night but now you have taken on that burden. Soft snores filled the room as your twisted to watch Leon sleep peacefully. He is so deserving of this that you didn't mind not being able to drift off.

Wedding planning is more stressful than you imagined it would be. Leon has been so attentive and caring throughout all of it that it took some of the stress off, but still, you wish he would add his input instead of saying 'Whatever my baby wants'.

Lifting your body up a little you check the time on the analog clock on Leon's side of the bed. The dim red numbers read 1:35. Sighing you plopped your body back down.

Leon was never a heavy sleeper, especially when his beloved was supposed to be sleeping next to him. Your tossing and turning had jostled him from his slumber. Squinting his eyes open he could feel a slight tickling feeling along his arm. The first thing he noticed was you drawing random shapes along his arm.

Frowning a little bit he turned his head mumbling, "Wanna go for a ride?" His deep husky voice floated to your ears.

Halting your movements you nodded your head up and down.

"Okay, let me put some pants on then we can go," Leon shuffled out of bed and went in search for some sweatpants that were lazily tossed on the floor earlier that night.

You got up stealing Leon's old RPD hoodie that has seen it's fair share these days. Your bedroom door creaked open as Leon opened it for you with your shoes in hand. You took them from hand mumbling a 'Thank you' as you slid them on while walking out to your living room. Leon grabbed the car keys as he opened the front door for you.

"M'lady,"

"Why thank you kind sir," You nodded your head as you walked out into the dark night.

The cold air bit as your cheeks with a soft breeze tossing your hair around. Leon unlocked the car as he jogged past you to open your door. Ever since the first date he has always opened and closed doors for you, despite dating for 3 years.

The black leather seats bit into your exposed legs as you hunched over and slightly shivered. You teeth clattered as Leon sat down.

"Sorry baby, I'm moving as fast as I can," Leon was quick to start the car up and crank the heat up.

A rather loud rumble shook the car when it woke up. Leaning back you watched as Leon brought the E-brake back and got ready to leave the driveway. Grabbing the aux cord you scrolled through your playlists before deciding on Self-Care by Mac Miller. The speakers shook a little as music filled the small confinements of Leon's car.

Leon's hand rested on your thigh, occasionally lifting it to change gears. You laid your head on the window as you watched the different street signs. You guys stayed in this comfortable silence with Leon looking over the check on you every once in awhile.

"Whatcha thinkin' about my love?" His hand squeezed your thigh before he changed gears again.

"The wedding... Are you sure you like the colors I picked out?"

"Baby, I want this wedding to be your dream wedding. As long as I get to kiss you and say 'I do' I don't care about the rest,"

"I know, it's just... it's your wedding too, and you only get married once so I want it to be just as perfect for you as it is for me, y'know,"

"Hm I understand. What can I do to help you not feel this way?"

This is why you love Leon, he is always willing to better himself if there's a problem, always asking what's wrong and what he can do to fix it. It makes your heart flutter whenever he does it.

"Maybe, be a little more opinionated?"

"I can do that," He looked over at you with a smile as he squeezed your thigh again.

"Thanks Lee, I love you. Forever and always."

The rest of the ride consisted of some terrible karaoke to serious talks about what your futures would look like. It had been decided that you guys would try for two kids, and have 2 dogs with a pet lizard, Leon's idea of course.

When the sun kissed the horizon your head had ended up leaning on Leon's arm as your heavily eye lids dropped down over your eyes. Leon pulled up in he driveway when he looked down at your tired body. His love, best friend and partner in crime. He still couldn't understand how he managed to be able to call you his.

Leaning over his place a soft kiss in your hair before he mumbled:

"Forever and always my love."

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Tess' Sharpuary - 28. Smirk (*)

Aesop finds his sweetheart made a little list about himm. About the various way he smirks at her, that is.

a/n: I *may* have cheated slightly with this one, as the list has existed for a few months at this point, but it is what it is 😅Also, the dressing table is my little nod towads the ruling queen of drawing backgrounds and victorian furniture in general, Cress ❤

chapter specific tags: 15+!, established relationship, sexual themes

relationships: aesop sharp x reader

28. Smirk (0.9k)

tw: sexual themes (mentioned heavily), age difference (reader is an adult)

In Aesop’s defence, the first thing on his mind as he approached his sweetheart’s open diary was to close it and put it back into one of the drawers of her dressing table where she usually kept it. It was not like the two of them kept any secrets from each other (apart from little romantic surprises and presents, of course), but reading a partner’s personal diary without their explicit consent was still a massive breach of privacy in Aesop’s opinion.

And yet, when he finally reached the open journal, he paused. He didn’t mean to peek, but found himself rather unable not to read on when he caught a glimpse of the title of her apparently most recent entry.

‘List of Aesop Sharp’s Smirks’

Under the title was indeed a list of ten points. The potions master’s hand twitched, but wouldn’t move to close the diary. His eyes read the first few points:

We're going to have ourselves a good night.

Come have some fun into my chambers.

He couldn’t stop his lips from forming into a small grin. He couldn’t deny it - he was growing very interested in the rest of the list. Maybe he could chance reading it quickly. It was innocent enough, a little list his sweetheart made for fun. He could beg for forgiveness later.

3. How would you feel about some less-than-innocent activity

4. I'm going to make your toes curl tonight.

Oh, alright! Now we’re getting to the more fun ones. He wondered whether he truly had ten ways of smirking at her when it came to the promise of a passion filled night (or day), and if so, how was she able to determine the meaning? He could admit that there was a way he smirked at her when he was in the mood for a more carnal kind of fun, but he had no idea his smirks had a scale!

5. You're going to moan my name like a prayer.

6. My back will bear the perfect imprints of your nails.

He bit his lower lip. He wouldn’t mind feeling the sting of her fingernails on his back again soon. Feeling them there, under his shirt, following his movements as he went about his day served as a sweet reminder, one that made a feeling of thrill course through his veins, even as he did completely mundane things, like hand out pop-quizzes. His back already bore small scars shaped like small crescent moons, and they were his pride and joy. Maybe he could try to replicate smirk number 6, soon...

7. You'll later be embarrassed from just how wanton your screams were.

8. You'll beg me to destroy you.

Wouldn’t be the first. With a smile, Aesop remembered the various nights during which she did beg him to go harder, faster, deeper, tears rolling out of her eyes. She was so beautiful when she submitted to him completely like this, when she let him manhandle her to his own pleasure, arching against him, clinging onto him for dear life. Of course, even when he did get rougher, he always made sure she reached the peak of her pleasure, preferably several times.

9. You won't be able to speak within the next 24 hours from how much I'll make you scream

Again, not the first. The potions master grinned smugly. Edging, and subsequent overstimulation made his sweetheart release cries that neither of them thought her capable of making. Aesop loved it, though, and he wanted to hear more. Poor darling, she nodded off in exhaustion right after he was finally done with her. Luckily, he always had some potion for a sore throat ready for her in the morning. Among other potions for different sore things. Occasionally for the two of them.

10. You're not leaving the bed for the following two days. Not that you'd be able to.

Hm… Well, he wasn’t aware of this smirk. That is, they did spend a lot of time in bed together, but two days straight? As proud as Aesop was of his stamina, he wasn’t sure he had enough of it for two days. Only one way to find out, he supposed.

“Ace?” came her voice from the door, and the potions master jumped in surprise. Panic filled him as he saw her standing at the door. However, instead of looking mad that he just read an entry in her diary, a small smile played upon her mouth. Nevertheless: “I-... I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop, but…” “It’s alright. There’s nothing secret in there. It’s just a little way to clear my head.” 

She walked towards him, and he silently handed her the journal. She chuckled as she realised what her sweetheart just read

“I was just wondering about number 10,” Aesop said carefully, still feeling slightly embarrassed for having been caught red-handed. “Oh, 10 hasn’t happened. Yet,” she said nonchalantly as she stored her diary away into the dressing table. “Any plans to make it happen?” he asked then, a sly smile finally coming back to his face.

She turned towards him, extending her hands for him to hold. He instantly took hold of them and pulled her closer: “Nothing set in stone, but I don’t doubt there will come a time. What else are honeymoons for?” Aesop laughed softly, before pressing a small kiss against her mouth. And then - he smirked.

“Ooh, trying number 5 on me, are we?” she teased, grinning back at him.

“What? This is number 6, loud and clear! I should know, it’s my own mouth!”

“It’s number 5, trust me. This is a scientific list, tested and confirmed, while it is your mouth, it is I who sees it.”

“Oh, just kiss me, you impossible woman.”

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed ❤

[AO3] - [Sharpuary 2024] - [Masterlist]

[coca-lastic]

His Beautiful Green Eyes | F. Odair

Summary: The day that all the children of Panem fear is approaching and the only way not to sink into a hole of worry is to look into his beautiful green eyes.

Tw: Young love (No relationship, just falling in love), brief mention of trauma, use of nickname "flower", no use of y/n.

A/n: First of all, my first language is not English, so if I make any spelling mistakes I would appreciate if you could help me correct them <3. And, although it is not that important, you would help me a lot by liking, following and reblogging me ^^.

Sometimes such a happy moment can have such a sad context. Something as beautiful as a hug between two young people who love each other can have so much history behind it. The tears in the girl's eyes can contain such heartbreaking fear. And the way the boy's body shakes may contain such a tragic future.

They are just two 14-year-old children scared by what can happen, by what can come towards them, by the future they do not want and by the darkness that exists in their destinies.

It's just two children holding each other before letting go and moving into the arms of the other family members.

You see, Finnick's family and your family always decide to prevent quick goodbyes. No one knows who will be called the next day, no one knows who will be called directly to death. For this reason, the two families - or even, thanks to how much they love each other despite not having the same last name, a single family - the day before the reaping meet at a small party, enjoy meals from the 4th, dances, of songs that only they understand, of happiness that only they share.

And at the moment when the party must end and everyone must face reality, the warm and strong hugs of each member of the family feel like a shield. A shield against the future.

Each hug is comforting, but his hug is simply magical. It is a hug that says more than a simple "good luck", it is a hug that shows affection, love, fear, sadness, trepidation, warmth, comfort...

"What if... What if tomorrow one of our names is called Finn?" You cried, resting your head on his shoulder. It was not the perfect time to cry, the two families were around the two little ones observing their actions with teary eyes.

"Everything is going to be fine. We've been fine the other two years and we have few papers, there are thousands of other kids here..." Finnick started rubbing his hand against your back. He remained strong, comforting you. Perl you felt his body shake against yours, his voice a little rough, trying to keep it from breaking, and his eyebrows furrowed, avoiding crying.

"Come on, tomorrow is a difficult day, you better rest" Your mother said, wiping away some tears that had slipped down her cheek.

"Rose, can I stay here?" Finnick pleaded with your mother, "I swear I won't kick her daughter out of her bed this time." That's a funny anecdote, one that you hoped was just one of many others that you two deserved to have.

"It's okay Finnick. But tomorrow you have to get up early to get ready."

"Yes ma'am" Finnick stood firm, even at a time like this he never stops doing the hardest things that come into his head.

"Finn, follow me, I'm going to show you something" you ran towards the stairs, heading towards your room. "Look what I drew."

You were a good drawer. Plus, drawing always helped you fight stress. On days like this there were few moments when you didn't have a pencil in your hand.

You showed Finnick a drawing, a beautiful drawing of the moon. The moon was so beautiful, a simple satellite that can cause such beautiful landscapes. A landscape so beautiful that even on dark nights it is there to give you a touch of light. The moon made you wish that that night would last forever and the reaping day would never come.

"It's beautiful, flower. I envy your talent." He pouted as he threw himself against your bed. "How can you draw that in such a short time?

"It's just practice and patience Finn, maybe if one day you learn to sit still without having to start moving like a small trapped dog, and just maybe, you could draw" you lay down next to him, facing each other.

"I'm not that restless"

"Yes Yes you are"

"Yes, yes I am. But you love me that way so...it doesn't matter."

You let out a small nasal rose. You couldn't keep a small smile off your face. For a few seconds the hunger games didn't matter, only him and his beautiful eyes mattered.

Those green eyes. They were so deep, if you analyzed them well they had different tones, mostly greenish, but there were also some turquoise and blue. His eyes looked at you with so much happiness, with affection and love, perhaps not the love with which you saw him, but there was love.

“Games should disappear forever,” you said, not looking away, just a simple comment that had reached your brain.

"Oh good idea, let me call the president and tell him that the games should be canceled because a girl in district 4 said so."

"You're too stupid, Finnick, you should graduate as a clown, you idiot."

"Ouch, when did we get so aggressive flower?"

"I hate you" Lie. And he knew it was a lie, everyone knew it. He knew it because at this point it is impossible for you to hate him, but he also knew it because after telling him you hugged him, as if your words were never said.

"Awwww, that's the nicest thing you've said to me in the last year" Lie. And you knew that was a lie because there wasn't a day that you weren't stuck to him like gum.

"Finn...what if we can never do this again?" You looked up a little to see his eyes again.

"What's the point of thinking about that? Maybe we're worrying about anything, flower. Let's just enjoy the moment." Of course, worrying about nothing, nothing will happen to you two.

"Enjoy the moment...nope, that's impossible when the moment is with someone like you"

"Oh shut up!" He said, turning his back and covering himself with the blanket, feigning anger. "I'm going to sleep, good night."

"You're sensitive, let's keep talking, maybe it's our last night together and we won't enjoy the moment" and once again you hugged him with a smile on your face, forcing him to turn his face and your eyes meet his eyes again. His beautiful green eyes.

"We shouldn't have stayed up all night talking, I told you," Finnick said walking next to you. They had spent the rest of the night joking and hugging. That was incredible, but it had consequences; Now they were both half asleep walking towards the reaping site, the moment was getting closer and the only thing your teenage mind thought about was how handsome your friend looked in his semi-formal clothes.

"Whatever, when we get home we can sleep. Should we go to your house or mine?"

"My mom is going to prepare the fish that my dad caught yesterday, she will probably invite your family" Finnick paused for a moment. They had already arrived at the place and the accumulation of children was enormous, their parents were a few meters behind, they were about to enter the family area.

"Ok, see you there then"

"Yeah...well, I guess we just have to have good luck."

"May the odds always be on your side Finn" You laughed at the stupid phrase from the capitol, it was time to separate from your friend, each of you should go to his area.

He just looked at you with a smile, with his eyes a little red and extended his arms towards you inviting you to say goodbye properly.

You obviously headed straight into his arms, hugging him with more affection than you could explain. "Good luck Finn. Today I want to eat fish with you, not without you" you slowly separated from the hug trying to keep the tears from your eyes.

"That's how it will be flower. See you"

"See you"

Each one went to their respective area. From your place you couldn't locate Finnick, but you knew that he would be close to you thanks to being the same age as you, only on the other side, in the men's section.

"Welcome, welcome" said the girl from the capitol, full of exaggerated makeup and once extravagant timing. "Welcome to the reaping of the 65th hunger games!" She shuts up and gets to the point.

After an introductory talk and the same video as every fucking year, the time came. It made you want to vomit and suddenly dizzy. Your body shook and your eyes began to blur. You just wanted to get out of there, meet Finnick and eat fish.

"As always, girls first," the nausea was horrible, you just wanted me to digest the name and it was that of some random girl from the district. And maybe thanks to the probabilities, or maybe thanks to the universe, that's how it was. "Adella Humbort!" Unfortunately you knew her, she was two years older than you and you bought her clothes at the town market. But you were grateful with all your soul that your name had not been called.

You moved around, looking for Finnick, you wanted to show him that you were still there and not standing on the stage. When you managed to move to the edge of the area, you saw him. He was also moving to the limit to be able to see you, he smiled at you, those smiles that if they managed to kill you would probably already be in your fourth life. His marked dimples, his illuminated eyes and his radiant teeth. You smiled back, you were still nervous but at least not as much as before. You didn't hear what the escort asked Adella, but it was probably the same thing as always, her age and some silly compliments.

"And now, for the boys..."

You looked back at the stage, your nausea had gone but your shaking body persisted. The escort took out a paper and cleared her throat. You knew everything would be okay, there was nothing to worry about. This would end and they would have a family mea-

"Finnick Odair!"

The world fell apart. It was simply unfair. Your tasting went directly towards him, Finnick did not take his eyes off the stage, in complete shock. When his head finally turned towards you you couldn't hold back your tears. No one offered as tribute. Nobody.

Watching Finnick walk towards the stage was horrible. You couldn't do anything, you wish you could but you couldn't. You saw Finnick's mother in the distance crying in your mother's arms. Your father had his arm on Finnick's father's shoulder trying to give him silent support.

That day you knew that nothing would be the same. That the odds were not on your side and that the future will not be the way you wanted it.

So it was. Finnick won the games but nothing was the same. Those beautiful green eyes that gave you so much comfort and support were now the eyes of a poor traumatized child. You noticed it as soon as you saw him win, but when he came home it was much more noticeable.

Nothing was ever the same again, Finnick tried to be strong but the nights of teasing ceased to exist, now they were just nights trying to calm him down after a nightmare. The parties before reaping day were changed by Finnick having to meet up with the other mentors. His beautiful green eyes were changed by one more eyes... empty, alone, with many thoughts and at first it seemed that none of them were positive.

The odds are never in our favor.

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Hey! How are you? I actually don't know what I did, but I didn't want to do the typical thing that I always imagine, I wanted to do something that is not normally a theme seen in fics. I hope you like it beautiful people <3

Finnick didn't have the odds on his side, and that makes me angry! 😀🔪

[ladymarycrawley]

Would you still love me the same - John Stones

Request: Can we have a John fic where he hasn’t played that great but you just comfort him like it’s okay, it’s your first game of the season 🥺💙

Warning: some sexual innuendos but most of all fluffy

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @stonesyy​​

Newcastle - Manchester City didn't go as smoothly as planned: in the first half the Premier League champions were losing 2 - 1 but then, thanks to two goals by Bernardo and Erling, they succeeded in getting a draw, ending up 3 -3.

That also happened to be John's first game of the season and he surely expected a better result to kick off the new season.

Despite he sounded calm and positive during the Instagram story he recorded for City where he thanked the fans for the support, hoping to get 3 points in the next game, he felt frustrated as he couldn't help the team in the way he wanted to and show Pep he deserved his place in the starting line-up.

You were at home, waiting for his comeback, ready to spend the rest of the night comforting him. A good, warm bath that's what he needed, with his favourite bath salts, jasmine and vanilla candles lit up at the angles of the tub, giving the room the perfect light for such a romantic and relaxing moment.

"I'm home" His sad and serious voice announced he was finally home, followed by your front door slamming shut.

"Babe?" He raised his eyebrows as you weren't waiting for him on the sofa as you'd usually do on match days. 

"Upstairs!"

John followed the sound of your voice, leaving his backpack at the entrance of your shared house and climbed the stairs that would have taken him to you.

You welcomed him home with the softest smile on your lips, getting on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. The disappointment was still visible on his face as he didn't do the slightest effort to put a smile on his face. He held your body against his by placing your hands on your hips.

"You know I love you so much?"

John huffed looking at some unspecified point on the wall and sighed loudly. 

"I played so poorly today and then -"

"Shh, that's okay" You whispered, brushing your index finger over his pulpy lips. "I have the best surprise waiting for you" You got back on your feet to move to the side so he could have a look at the bathroom fully prepared for him.

John was a bit hesitant but entered the semi-dark room, smiling when he saw the tub full of soap bubbles and the candles on it.

"Do you like it?" You hugged him from behind, his larger hand covering your smaller ones.

"That's so cool but you didn't have to"

"Only the best to cheer my gorgeous boyfriend up"

"You're so cheesy today" He giggled.

"I just hate seeing you like that…seize the moment cause you know I won't be a cheesy girlfriend for too long"

John smiled and helped you taking your t-shirt off, before discarding his own clothes.

He entered the tub first, releasing a satisfied moan as soon as his body came in contact with the warm water. You smiled watching as he closed his eyes for a moment, leaning his head backwards, the candle light reflecting on his perfect curls.

"Come here"

You took off your underwear and joined him, sitting in front of him.

"What are you doing there? Come here"

You'd usually sit between his legs but that time you wanted him to fully relax without being too clingy so you sat opposite him, on the other end of the tub.

"You're the one who needs to be taken care of so you should come to me"

John groaned and closed his eyes once again. He always looked so good but even more so when he was relaxed and peaceful.

You teased him by propping your feet against his toned chest, you knew he'd have grabbed them and placed them down on his thighs.

"Have you seen the game?"

"Yes"

"And what do you think?"

"It doesn't matter what I think" You opened up your eyes and crawled towards him. "It's only the first game of the season and it's okay you didn't play as good as you would have liked to. You need to get minutes under your belt so you can improve and be the best centre-back in the world, cause I know you can do that. I believe in you" As you kept on talking, you straddled him, your hands gently travelling over his facial features.

"The best in the world, really?" He sniggered.

"Well, maybe the best in the UK" 

He smiled and kissed your forehead. "Thank you. You should come and talk to Pep"

"I really should, I'd be like hey baldy, why don't you put my boyfriend on the pitch more? He deserves it plus he looks so hot he could beat the opponents thanks to his beauty only"

John laughed and blushed, squeezing your hips in his hands. "Better if you don't talk to him"

You laughed too, kissing him on the lips.

His fingers were firmly placed on your sides, brushing your lower back up and down. Your hands were keeping his head in place against yours, as the kiss was getting deeper and deeper making you moan directly in his mouth. 

When you got up from him it was just to share some more caresses somewhere else over your bodies and to wash each other up, your mouths following the path that had just been traced by the spongein the most sensual yet gentle manner.

When your lips parted you nuzzled in his neck as John would lay lingering kisses over your neck, shoulder and behind your ear. 

Those silent cuddles were your favourite part, where you didn't have to say a word to show how much you loved each other because those soft touches would speak for themselves.

"Love?"

Later on, after having dried each other up and dressed into something cozy, you went to prepare some dinner while John relaxed on the sofa.

He was surely talking to someone from his family or to Kyle even but you knew something wasn't right as you heard him recording a voice note with the saddest voice: he was thinking about the game he had that day once again. 

"Mhh?"

"Would you mind coming here?"

He got up from the sofa and stood closer to you, near the stove.

The frown that wrinkled his face the moment he came back home appeared again the moment he stood there, scrolling through his phone rather absentmindedly, clearly reading some mean comments or jokes about his performance. 

You sighed, seeing him like that made you feel miserable, powerless. 

"Who were you talking to?"

"Kyle. We were just discussing about some comments people did"

"What did I tell you about those comments?" 

"Not to read them but it's nearly impossible, they're all over the web"

"Baby, you know they don't mean anything, those are just comments made by some frustrated people who think they have the right to judge you, they don't care about you. Or better, they care about you only when you win or deliver a good performance"

He hugged you from behind, laying his chin on your head, a thing he would usually like to do to make you notice how much shorter you were compared to him; at that moment he also wanted to feel you closer and that was a good way to show his need to you.

"Babe"

"You're the baby one here"

You giggled, stroking his hand placed on your tummy.

"I said babe, not baby"

"I love you" John happened to say those words first rarely so every time he did your heart skipped a beat.

"I love you more" You smiled, bringing your left hand to brush his forearm wrapped around your figure.

"I'm hungry" He muttered, biting on your shoulder playfully.

"I'm not on the menu"

"Why not? You're my favourite dish"

"Can I have a taste?"

You rolled your eyes blushing, as he moved his head to the side to take in your reaction

A grin was plastered on his lips as you tried to look away, focusing on the pot before you in an unsuccesful attempt not to hide your reaction from him.

"You already did"

"Not really, cockwarming doesn't count"

Your face turned crimson, feeling a bit hot too.

John started giggling, leaving a kiss on your temple.

"You're so cute when you act all shy and embarrassed"

"Stop it" You smiled, batting his hands away from your body.

John left one final kiss on your head, in the spot behind your ear, before leaving you.

"Y/N?"

"Mhh?"

"Would you still love me even after scoring an own goal?"

In that very moment he looked like a big, sweet child and that was so endearing, the most precious soul that deserved all the love and protection you could grant him. Seeing him like that, snatched your heart a smile that soon moved up to your lips.

"Even more"

That night you realised how lucky you got with him by your side and you couldn’t stop thinking about that, as you laid awake watching him asleep: his eyelashes tickling his cheeks, his plumpy lips touching, the quiet snores coming from them. He looked like an angel that God decided to gift you with and you couldn’t be more grateful.

Your smile grew wider and you covered his hand with yours.

You would have liked to let your fingers run all over his bare back but you feared you might have woken him up so you just stayed there still, admiring him.

He hummed and moved in his sleep to let his arm around you, his left hand softly grabbing your boob as a way to feel you near, to know you were still there no matter what. The contact of his hot palm against your hotter skin was the feeling he loved the most, that calmed him instantly.

All was good.

[ivy-diaries]

⌗ kpop daebak show with Eric Nam (part two) !!

ᝰ era: unstoppable

ᝰ characters: Ivy & Eric Nam

ᝰ word count: 2.1k

ᝰ notes: done!! i hope everyone enjoyed it!! lmk if i got anything wrong!! stay hydrated <33

ᝰ taglist: lmk if you wanna be added !!

“Hello ladies and gentlemen, welcome to part two of catching up with ivy. So let's continue. We were talking about how you and yeonjun had met each other. Now let’s talk about your music. How does it feel, now that you are the producer, composer, lyricist and the mastermind behind all your songs? Does it feel different than before?” Eric turned to ivy as he asked her the question after the intro.

“Well for starters, it feels new. I’ve always had at least a person or two in my studio and they’d do the work and I'd just give suggestions but now I'm the one who’s completely responsible for what kind of music I put out. It's a bit burdensome. I won't lie but it gives me a lot of freedom.” she laughs before continuing. “I feel like I can play around with anything and everything until I find what I like before putting it out. And I have 3racha on the hotline so I can ask them any questions I have about producing. I remember I once called Han at like 3 am and he was like ‘what the hell do you want?’ I think he probably wanted to kill me." Eric joins in with his laughter before asking her, “it’s a relief that you have people you can reach out too then.” Ivy nodded, saying yes. Moving on from that, eric started, “we asked your fans, soleils, some questions for you to answer. Are you ready?” she nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, first question! ‘who is your fashion inspiration?’” eric asked her.

Ivy thought for a second before opening her mouth to answer, “honestly I draw inspiration from my everyday life. There isn’t anything particular that I can put a label on as my inspo. I sometimes look at yeonjun and get inspired, i listen to taylor swift and get an inspiration suddenly, i open pinterest and look at my board and randomly get up to choose an outfit for the day. So yeah it depends on many factors.” she concluded. Satisfied with her answer, eric nodded before looking at the iPad for the next question. “What is your favorite food ?” he asked her. “Hmm, to me, since i have very limited options as a vegetarian here but my all time favorite food has to be the tteokbokki that yeonjun’s mom makes. It tastes so good! Her food is my all time favorite after my moms of course. I think i visit her more than yeonjun sometimes haha” she laughs. “Oh yea! I wanted to ask you about that. How do you survive being a vegetarian here? It's really hard. I tried for some time and I went back to the states and I couldn't control it haha” Eric asks her and laughs. Chuckling, she started, “I was just brought up like that. I didn’t wake up one day and suddenly wanted to be a vegetarian. It's not that difficult for me in a sense that I don't find it difficult to not eat any meat but it’s pretty difficult to find vegetarian stuff here. There is not much vegetarian stuff available. And in that sense i'm really thankful to yeonjun’s mom because she tries a lot to make stuff vegetarian for me whenever i visit. It moves me to tears everytime. She’s always trying out new methods to make stuff edible for me and it really touches my heart.” she finishes.

Eric gave her a smile before reading the next question. “What is your description of the perfect date?” Eric asks, chuckling. “There is no such thing as a perfect date. You just have to make sure that the both of you don’t make each other uncomfortable if it’s the first one. But if it’s like a date with like your significant other, I would recommend that you do whatever that makes you both happy. A date should not be fun for only one person. Whatever you choose to do, make sure both of you have equal amounts of fun” she finished. Eric looked at her before asking her a question of his own. “Okay, this is my question. What is the best date that you have gone on?” she chuckled before answering him. “The first one that comes to mind is that one day when we both had the day off and we decided to not waste the day. We got up and we ate breakfast and just headed out. We went to art museums, we went cafe hopping, we had lunch and we walked out and about until sunset and we had a little picnic and we ended the night stargazing. It is the best date we’ve had. I won't lie haha” she laughed as Eric looked with adoration at her as she finished speaking. “That sounds like so much fun!! Okay now to the next question. What is your dream collab stage?” he asked her. She thought for a few seconds “i’d love to collab with Taylor swift. But we all know that’s not gonna happen haha. So realistically speaking, I'd love to have all my girl friends on an album or a song. Like I'm talking inka from stray kids, calista from enhypen, lua from ateez, and haewon from mask and many more people that if i start naming, i could go on forever haha.” she laughs as she finishes her sentence. Eric looks at her with an amused look and reads the next question. “What are your hobbies?” “hmm i’d say i love taking pictures that look really aesthetic. I have been using my old phone that I don't use anymore simply for taking pictures. And oh I love baking! If i’m not home, then i’m probably at the straykid’s dorm or the tubatu dorm baking with felix or soobin haha." She explains her hobbies and waits for Eric to ask her the next question. “What do you hate most in the world?” he asks her. “People not respecting boundaries. I really hate it when people cross boundaries they’re not supposed to cross. Like mainly in this industry where our privacy as idols are not respected. I know that as fans they want to know everything that happens in our life but people have to know where to stop. They have to understand that we can share only minute details of ourselves. They have to understand that it's the same feeling as someone randomly coming up to you in the streets and asking you to spill your deepest darkest secret.” she finished as Eric nodded, agreeing to her words. "Do you prefer cats or dogs?" He asks her the next question. Gasping, she places a hand dramatically on her chest. "You can't ask me to choose!! I know I have two dogs but I promised Inka that I will love cats the same as dogs!! I won't choose between my dogs and the words of other love of my life!!" Ivy says as Eric wheezes at her dramatic behavior next to her. She too chuckles when Eric tries to read the next question.

"What would you have done if you hadn't become an idol?" "That's a very interesting question. Hmm i haven't really given it much thought since from all i can remember from the age of 11 is that I've ever thought about is working hard to become an idol. But it really got to me when I was on break last time. I can't be doing this forever can i? I mean I'll continue being an idol as long as my body allows it and I have a passion for it. But I was thinking about what I will do next if I lose my passion for this. That's when I realized that I had to think of something else too. I think if i hadn't been an idol, I would've probably gone to college in the states and would've been working now. But I've always wanted to open a cafe so I would've probably done that. But I do plan on opening my own cafe one day though!! It's not just a dream of the past. It's a dream for the future too." Ivy finished as Eric looked at her like a proud father. "I really hope you achieve that dream of your jen!" He wished her as she thanked him silently before answering the next question.

"Who is the person you trust the most?" He asked her. Without any hesitation, she replied "mom, dad, my brother, my sister and yeonjun." Smiling at how quick she answered the question, Eric moved on to the next one. "Ooh this is a very interesting question. This fan asks 'since you debuted at such a young age, what were the pros and cons of it? How did you manage school?' " smiling at the question, "they always know what to ask haha." She laughed before answering it. "Of course the obvious pros that came out of it are getting a lot of fans that support me and love me for who i am. A lot of people come up to me saying that my music saved them or that they found me at their lowest and in one way or the other i helped them get out of it and these words really keep me up at night. Yes it was really hard debuting at that age but it's words like these that don't make me regret it. Although yes I do wish I could've debuted a bit later but i was desperate. I thought that if i didn't debut at that time then i couldn't debut at all. But all ended up being good. So I don't regret anything. And about how I managed school, it was tough. It really was haha I remember once when I was back from a music show at almost 2 am but I had a test the next morning so I stayed up preparing for it. I got a good result so it was all worth it but yeah managing school was tough. College was a lot easier though. I loved college." She finished. Eric looked at her with a look of sympathy as he read the next question. "If you had to pick a song to describe your life, what would it be?" "Hmm one song? It's hard choosing just one. Because I feel like there's a time in my life I could say "to my youth" fit the best and there's a time when I can say "blueming" fits perfectly. There was a time when- I can't say much about it but, a song in my upcoming album fit the best. So it's almost impossible to pinpoint one song. She replied. "Are you more of a sweet or savory eater?" Eric read the next question. "I am more of a sweet tooth. I love anything and everything sweet but I do crave savory quite a few times to balance it out. But the majority of the time, I'm a sweet tooth!" Ivy answered.

Suddenly Eric clapped his arms once startling the poor girl. Laughing at her, he says "it's the second to last question." Pouting, she whines at him about how she doesn't wanna go and wants to stay some more. Laughing at her antics, Eric reads out the question. "What's your dream destination?" "My dream destination is probably switzerland. I heard it's really beautiful and I've seen a few videos so I'd love to go there one day." Ivy smiled as she waited for the last question. Eric asked her, "which musical concept do you prefer and why? I feel like it's a good question to end" nodding, she replied. "Hmm I like a lot of concepts but I think I like fantasy and y2k concepts in kpop. But overall I love it when the music tells the artist's story. I love it." Sighing, Eric kept the iPad on the ground and sat up straight.

He could see ivy pouting and as he laughed at it, he said his closing ments and asked Ivy to say how she felt. "I felt so comfortable actually. It's so nice here, the ambiance is really good and you all are soo sweet!! I want to start a podcast here now! haha But anyways, I had such a great time. And it's been quite some time since I saw Eric oppa too so it felt really nice catching up and answering the questions! Thank you soo much for having me!! I'd love to be back one day!! Byeee" she said as the outro of the daebak show played.

[arctrooper69]

The Things We Fight For - Chapter 4

Your past has a way of catching up to you at the worst possible time.

A/N: I'm back! Life has been a little hectic and my brain is mean. Hopefully I'll have enough spoons to be able to write and post more frequently.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Warnings: Kidnapping, violence. Mentions of blood.

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"Grab the kid. Kill whoever else is in there." A gruff voice called to his partner.

Omega looked at you with wide eyes. You silently put a finger to your lips, looking around to find any other exit than the door that the intruders we're currently outside of.

"Scomp in, I'll grab the kid. You take care of the babysitter." A female voice answered.

Omega had her bow in hand. "There's only two of them I think," she whispered. If the situation was less dire, you would've chuckled. The kid was ready to fight. You shook your head, eyeing the window beside the bed.

"Not yet."

A small drainage pipe lined the outside wall parallel to the window. It ran all the way down to the street below. Perfect.

Omega nodded, watching you expectantly.

The telltale whirring of a scomp link rattled through the door. They'd be inside any moment.

"Omega, climb out the window and use the pipe to get down." You commanded at a whisper. "Go to Cid's and contact the boys. I'll meet you there."

Her hands shook as she nodded and slung her bow onto her back as she climbed up to the window and unlocked it. She paused and turned back, a worried expression on her face.

"What are you going to do!?"

You shook your head. "I'll figure something out. Now go!"

A crash sounded as the door flew open and the two armed assailants entered the room. Bounty hunters. You'd know that type anywhere. After all, you were one once.

"Where's the girl?" the man growled with a deep, distinctive drawl. That voice. You knew it from somewhere. Why was it so familiar?

"Shand." He barked at his companion. She stepped threateningly towards you pressing her blaster firmly to your chest. If she pulled the trigger now, you'd certainly be dead.

It suddenly hit you where you knew this man from and you froze, staring at him as if you'd seen a ghost. Maybe you were seeing a ghost. You always knew in the back of your mind that the past would catch up to you eventually and right now you regretted not telling Hunter about it. Just another thing screwed up because of your ignorance.

The man chuckled in disbelief but quickly shrugged off the shock in his expression. Much quicker than you. Now his brows swiveled downwards into an angry glare.

"Why as I live and breathe," he drawled, drawing a second blaster from a holster at his side. "It's been a damn long time."

"Zed." You growled, chest growing tight. "You're supposed to be dead."

He laughed, stepping forward wagging his blaster at your face. "I nearly was, thanks to you." His partner looked over at him.

"You know this bitch?"

Zed grit his teeth. "This bitch," he spat, "left me for dead!"

"You gave me no choice." You spat back just as venomously, "what you did was beyond wrong."

"You..." Zed growled stepping forward, leaning into your face, his hot breath brushing your cheeks.

The woman shoved you backwards into the with her blaster, interrupting him. A dull clang echoed through the room as your head hit the wall. Pain radiated down your neck.

"Regardless, Zed," she nodded towards the open window. "We came for the kid. Get your revenge quickly if you want it because we have to go."

You sighed in relief, Omega was nowhere in sight. Zed glanced at the window. It was now or never.

You're out-armed and outnumbered. Be smart. Plan your next moves carefully. Hunter's voice suddenly popped into your head. You were on the ground, gasping to catch your breath as both Wrecker and Hunter stood above you in their sparring blacks. One of Hunter's lessons after he had you sparring against the whole team. Only because you'd arrogantly boasted your skills.

You shook your head, bringing yourself back to the present. Only a few seconds had passed but they were a few seconds wasted. No time to plan. Zed's eyes flicked over to his partner. You had to act now.

Grabbing your blaster, you flew to your feet, slamming your shoulder into his chest. He grunted, stumbling back a step. Shand grabbed you by the hair pulling a pained grunt from your lips.

You never saw the vibroblade coming as she spun you around, slamming you up against the windowsill.

White hot pain erupted from your chest. It took your breath away. Eyes wide, you couldn't make a sound as your former partner slammed his foot into your chest, wrenching the blade from your body. Another shove sent you stumbling backwards crashing through the window onto the ground below.

A scream echoed down the street. Omega stood in the doorway to Cid's bar. Zed spun around.

"Shand, get the kid!"

Omega no! Run! Get out of here, I'll be okay.

You wanted to tell her to run. You wanted to scream at her not to come back but the words wouldn't come. All that came out was a wet cough. Something splattered over your face. It felt like you were drowning. Your chest felt too heavy, making your vision swim.

Not good. Not good at all. Please Omega, run.

You couldn't breathe. Was it the fall? Shock? The knife that had been in your chest? Panic laced your body, synchronized with blindingly sharp pain as you coughed, trying desperately to fill your aching chest but you were only met with a hot, sticky liquid, forcing it's way into your lungs leaving you sputtering and choking.

Omega fell to her knees beside you, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Run." The only word able to push through the blood.

"No, no no! Please! I'm not leaving you." She wailed, "Get up!"

You grasped her hand tightly. Never had you felt fear like this. It coursed through your entire being. This was not how you were supposed to die, lying on the ground choking on your own blood.

"Get up! Hunter's coming. They'll be here soon. Please just hold on!"

Her sobs sounded far away.

"I got her!"

Omega screamed. "Hunter, help!"

There was nothing you could do as the bounty hunter stunned her and threw her over his shoulder, dragging her way.

Footsteps kicked up dust beside you, filling your lungs and throat, leaving you choking.

Hunter would be so disappointed. You failed him. You failed Omega. You failed them all.

All you could hear now was a shrill ringing in your ears before you succumbed to the heavy pull of unconsciousness.

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[noodles-n-soba]

A painters love

Scenario: You and Zhongli meet outside of your school while you're drawing..

A modern life AU where the two of you are students

Characters: Zhongli, you, Venti

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With a small sketchbook on your lap, you looked around the scenery and waiting for a perfect moment to start letting your pencil find its way on your paper. Your lunch breaks would almost always be like this, you just sitting against a tree in the shadows, observing the people and the building and sketched whatever your hand wanted to. Everything felt great today, even the paper under your fingertips felt smooth and ready for use. Your pencil had the most perfectly sharpened point, your eraser no dull edges and a nice breeze on this summer day to complete the setting. Your hand finally moved around the paper, eyes locked on whatever scenery you had in front of you.. Never looking at your sheet, you would do that if you thought your first sketch would be completed.

'Art department I see?' Calmy you looked over your shoulder, a tall guy standing right behind you and leaned against the tree.. His eyes curiously looking at the paper. 'Yes, the art department.' You replied, your voice as peaceful as your inner state. 'Its beautiful already, I dont think we have met already, have we?' The guy took one step forward, standing right beside you now and looking down at you sitting on the floor. 'I don't think so either, I'm (Y/n).. Class 2B.' You introduced yourself, hand finally paused from its labor. 'Its a pleasure meeting you (Y/n). I am Zhongli.. I'm in class 3 A.' That explained a lot, you were in class 2 B, never actually coming across people from the 3rd classes. Zhongli took a seat next to you, his eyes locked on your sketch which was horribly messy, at least.. That was your opinion about it.

'Is that the main building? With a few details added of course, was there a butterfly that just flew by?' He asked, looking back into your eyes... His eyes were beautiful.. Gold with hints of orange, you sighed dreamily.. That trait of yours, you weren't sure if it was because you were an artist who was constantly dreaming, or because you were genuinely interested on those kinda occasions.

'It actually is, there was a basic white butterfly that just flew by indeed. I thought it would be a nice addon.' You explained yourself, Zhongli simply nodded. 'That butterfly, to be exact, is the Monarch Butterfly. I'm quite impressed that you can draw it's details in such a small time span, that I can still clearly see which butterfly it is.' He complimented you, your cheeks turned a cherry red. You weren't used to receiving any appreciation to your drawings at all, since you mostly turned your book upside down when someone approached.. The art department wasn't really seen like something.. Great.

'I know right! My best friend is AMAZING at drawing.. Heh.' You sighed deeply, throwing a gaze at Zhongli. 'Wah! Why the deep sigh.. I'm right here.. Hellooooo?!!' Hands were placed on your eyes, you sighed. 'Guess who actually!' He eventually said, you stuck out your tongue. 'Kazuha.' You sarcastically replied, the boy brought out a soft cry. 'Hello Venti.' Zhongli greeted friendly, Venti removed his hands from your sight and plopped himself next to the two of you. 'Hi! Haven't seen you around eh Zhongli.. As for you, (y/n)..' He gave you an angry glare, added with a pout. 'Oh hi Venti! I didn't see you there..'  You waved with a way extreme smile, Venti poked your cheek multiple times. 'Pf! You're acting mean (y/n), I don't deserve this treatment!' You just stared straight ahead of yourself with the most extreme tiresome gaze ever. 'Don't we have.. 3 minutes left?' Zhongli notified out of nowhere, standing up slowly. 'Oh, actually! Our next period got canceled..  There's a high chance yours will be too..' Venti mentioned and smiled, Zhongli raised his eyebrows. 'Oh, really?' Withoht any hesitation he grabbed his phone out of his pocket to check his schedule.. And to his surprise, his next period got canceled too. 'It seems like I will be staying here quite a bit longer.. Mind if I keep you company for another hour?' Zhongli added, you shook your head. 'I enjoy it, so please.. Make yourself comfortable.'

A few seconds later it was Venti who stood up. 'I'm going to the toilets, will be back in a bit.' He notified and happily hopped away, leaving you and Zhongli all by yourself. The guy stared at your sheet, waiting for your next few strokes. 'It surely doesn't make you comfortable if I observe.. Right?' He quickly stared straight ahead of himself, kind of ashamed that he didn't asked beforehand. 'Ah! No.. Of course not, for some reason I feel very comfortable with you being around..' You answered honestly and scratches the back of your head with a smile, he looked back at you.. Also a smile plastered on his face. 'You know, honestly.  I could never draw something as astonishing like this. I know there's this bad eye on Art Department.. But you all are actually very talented.' He just couldn't keep his mouth shut, he had to let you know that he was very very fond of your art. Your cheeks heated up again, something about his voice just showering you with compliments made your heart beat faster, or were it just the compliments in general?

'I'm glad that you like i-' You were instantly distracted by a droplets of water that fell on your hands, you turned your head around with eyes widened.. Seeing a puddle of water was created on your paper. Your mouth slowly opened, being completely startled by what you just saw in front of your nose. 'W-What..' You stuttered shocked, seeing the bottle of water which.. Ruined your artwork, hanging right above the sheet. 'Pf. What's this idiotic work. Artist department eh? Yall are a buncha crapfuckers.' You didn't reply, your hands letting go of your pencil, it slowly rolled towards Zhongli. Your eyes closed themselves as your smile turned into a horizontal line, followed by your face sadly frowning. '...'

'And who's this weirdo sitting next to y-' They looked at Zhongli, realizing who they were talking to. The three students backed off instantly, but not before Zhongli snatched the bottle of water out of the guys hand.. Grabbing your sketch, placing the bottle very calmly next to him on the dirt floor and held your sketchbook vertically to let the water fall on the floor. 'Mind stating your business here?' He calmly asked, trying his best to save your drawing..  But it was no use. When he noticed your face expression, a certain anger arose in him.. But he decided he wouldn't let that get the best of him. 'We.. We just.. Dropped by (Y/n)! This bottle of water just..' Zhongli returned your sketchbook, standing up slowly and stood right in front of the guy. With his tall figure intimidating the three of them, he crossed his arms and glared at them. 'I will make a deal with you. You either buy (Y/n) new art supplies, or you will see the consequences.' Was thar even a deal, you looked up to stop him.. But realized that if you said something right now, you would definitely cry.

'W-We will! Just don't beat us up please!' The three of them clasped their hands together, as if they were praying to the 3rd year. '... By tomorrow, will you stand here and apologize for your mistakes. Well, off you go than.' Zhongli waited for the three to sprint away before turning back to you and knelt down. 'Are you alright?' He asked, his head slightly tilted. '.. I don't know actually.. This would've been such a fine piece, but.. At the same time, it was just a sketch.' You looked up from the soaked paper and sighed deeply. 'I will make sure their deeds will be punished, don't stress about it.' He gave you a steady nod before standing back up. 'Oh, before I forget. If someone bothers you, don't hesitate to ask me for help..' With that he held his phone in front of you, you saw that it had that dialing number screen on it's display.

Your head slowly turned a next level red. 'Y-You.. You.. You want m- my phone number??' You stuttered, Zhongli waited for you to calm down before he gave you a simple: "Yes". With trembling hands you took his phone, typing in your number and returned the device to the guy.

'Well than, let us meet again once. I'll make sure to text you.' He smiled kindly at you one last time before he turned around and departed.. Leaving you alone. You couldn't believe what had happened just now.. Your hand slowly waving to him as a goodbye.

'OI- WHAT WAS THAT??' You literally screeched, being so startled and pulled out of the moment that all your pencils flew right in the air. 'WhaT THE FUCK VENTI-' You turned your head around with such a predator-like gaze that he shrieked. 'O my god- don't attack me please (y/n) I'm so sorry I won't startle you like that again-' He begged instantly, you calmed down and sighed. Your eyes locked onto Zhongli once more, who slowly straddled away with his hands placed on his back.

[the-mad-closet]

Nsft prompts

Another! Your boys this time~

Ryan/Carter 16 + 20 + 66 <3

You're a goddess, my friend. Thank you!

Before we continue, please be aware, the third section is written within the same universe as my 'angels like you' au. Please adjust accordingly.

16 - Voyeurism/Exhibitionist, 20 - Blindfold, 66 - Dubcon

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16 - Voyeurism/Exhibitionist

"I don't know about this," Carter whispers as Ryan tightens his ties and checks the knots. The demon-raised man lifts his eyes to Carter, staring out beyond the closed curtains.

Ryan smiles, rolls his eyes fondly. "All you gotta do is say the word, baby," he reminds Carter gently.

The word doesn't come, though. "It's not that," he says. "I've just... never been put on display before."

Ryan laughs softly. "It's not so difficult," he promises. "All you gotta do is keep your eyes on me." Then he picks up the other item he brought today. "Or," he replies, "I can blindfold you, and all you have to do is sit back and feel."

Cart er thinks about this, then shakes his head. "No," he says softly. "No, thank you, Sir." Pale blue eyes settle on Ryan's, pinching nervously at the corners, but no less excited and no less ready.

Ryan smiles. Then, without fanfare, he reaches down and pulls Carter into a quick, firm kiss. "Good boy," he praises, just to see Carter flush. "I think that deserves a reward." He thinks about it as he slips the blindfold back in their play-bag and stows it away to the side of the stage. When Ryan comes back he leans down and whispers, "You want my cock, baby? As a treat?"

Carter whines a little when he replies, "Yes, Sir."

Ryan hums a little as he moves back with a smile. "Good boy," he replies. "You'll get your reward when we're done, okay?"

Carter nods eagerly. A bell goes off somewhere onstage, and Ryan breathes in and out deeply, settling into his role. He presses a last kiss to Carter's forehead, then murmurs, "Showtime."

The curtain rises, showing the pair off to a room of a couple dozen people. Ryan shakes off the jitters and greets the room with a smile.

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20 - Blindfold

It's not often Carter wakes up blindfolded, but every time he does, he knows exactly what's going to happen. "Sir?" he asks softly, testing if he's allowed to speak.

Soft pressure at Carter's side. "Shh," Ryan whispers. Kisses trail up Carter's side, feather-light and with none of the usual bites. "It's okay," Ryan continues. "I asked Dad to take us off the schedule today."

Carter moans softly as the kisses make their way up to his chest, pausing briefly to suck on his nipples, then continue up to his neck. Ryan's voice appears next to his ear. "You just looked so perfect laying there, all soft and sweet," Ryan presses a kiss to the shell of Carter's ear, drawing a shudder from the Red. "I didn't want to share you today. So, barring anything Ranger-related," Ryan sighs, pulling Carter flush against his body. "You're all mine today."

Carter whines. "Yes, Sir," he replies happily.

Ryan's grin is obvious, even without Carter's vision to confirm. "Good boy," he praises, and Carter's face grows warm. "I don't want you to work at all today, okay?" Ryan says. "You're just gonna lay back and feel."

Carter can't say it's a hard job, but as warmth suddenly surrounds his cock, bringing a yelp from the Red's throat, Carter also can't say it'll be easy.

~

66 - Dubcon

"Sir?" Carter asks, looking up at Ryan with wide blue eyes. "Are you... sure?"

Ryan hums. "Yeah," he replies. "I'm sure, pretty boy. Come on, I want you to ride me."

Carter, unsure, crawls up the bed. He hesitates a moment, sitting pretty on his knees. The red collar around his throat stands out against his pale skin as he swallows nervously. It's clear to Ryan that Carter is nervous. So, in order to assist the nerves, Ryan deepens his voice and says, "Over my lap, pretty boy."

Carter whimpers a little, then complies. "Yes, Sir," he whispers, not looking Ryan in the eyes. He's hot and bothered now, no need to be nervous. Besides, it's just the way Ryan wants him. The perfect little demon pet to fulfill every one of Ryan's needs.

Ryan grins. "Good boy," he says. "My good boy."

Carter glances up, offering a little smile. "Thank you, Sir."

~

@estel-eruantien

[lemony-snickers]

idk if i qualify as friend enough to request you smt or if my ships are even in the range of what you do usually, but if you're down i'd be ready to trade a lil comfort fic thing against a drawing of any characters/ships of your choice ♥ else feel free to ignore, have a nice day uwu

of course you can always request something from me. <3 i'd never ignore it. i will admit i'm not as familiar with some of your faves or your particular hcs about them, but i tried to write this little thing for you with the prompts choosing a bouquet and bird watching, and i hope you enjoy it. (also no trade necessary here <3)

Konan stands and stretches her back, which protests only a little after all her bending over.

The discomfort is worth the view, though; the field in which she currently stands dances in the breeze, the colorful petals of hundreds of wildflowers swaying in time with it. Konan smiles, inhales the earthy, floral scent as it wafts through her hair.

When she noticed the flowers had begun to blossom a few days prior, Konan promised herself she would take time to visit it soon, but such promises were often impossible to keep.

As the Akatsuki draws closer and closer to their true purpose, her personal time grows short. Infrequent.

Unimportant in the face of Nagato's vision.

But this morning, she saw the parts of Nagato that worried her; surly and quiet, retreating too far into himself. Sometimes, Konan thought his inability to move freely made him forget what it meant to be human. Forget that, even as they pursued their dreams of a perfect, peaceful future for all shinobi, there was still time to admire the world as it was; find the small bits of beauty it still possessed.

So she nudged him out of the hideout. He followed, slow and unsure as she steadied him, without question. That was trust. Love.

She would have followed him, too, if he asked. She was following him; straight to an uncertain future she believed in all the same.

Konan glances over her bare shoulder--the warm breeze too oppressive for her cloak, she had laid it down on a rock nearby and strolled the field in a white tank top, letting the summer sun burn her arms and her shoulders.

Nagato lingers at edge of the field, too-pale skin hiding from the sun beneath the thick leaves overhead. He leans back against the stump of a tree, glancing up at its branches. The chirping of birds reaches Konan's ears and she smiles, knowing Nagato is probably watching them flit from one limb to another, buildling a nest or tending to chicks.

There is something about watching birds in the wild, of seeing them fly free, which always entrances him. Perhaps he imagines the freedom of their flight, or maybe envisions a world in which all creatures will no longer be beholden to the whims of ninja society.

Where someone like himself--like Konan, like Yahiko--will be as free as any bird.

Whatever he envisions, it brings a soft, serene smile to his face and Konan's chest grows warm with gratitude for this brief moment of respite. Nagato deserves such things more than anyone, she thinks.

He has too easily taken to bearing the weight of the world on his frail shoulders.

Konan gathers a few more flowers; her bouquet is wild and unkempt, just as she likes it. The rapturous beauty of nature, she thinks, includes all its chaos.

By the time she settles down next to Nagato, he has fallen asleep, red hair cascading over his closed eyes as he rests against the rough bark of the tree. She resituates him, pillowing his head against her sun-kissed shoulder, and glances up at the birds overhead as she synchronizes her breathing with his.

Like they are one.

She and Nagato and Yahiko. Together always; still working toward their perfect future. Even if occasionally she takes a moment to watch the birds and enjoy the quiet beauty of a few flowers.

prompt list for those interested. &lt;3

[wevelocityteampresents-blog]

SEPTEMBER 10TH

I continued to draw today. After doodling for a while, I felt that I was ready to work on new Pokémon Pocket Web Comics. It's a fitting task, considering this Friday will mark the webcomic's 5th anniversary. (Yes. It HAS been that long since I started to draw comics again.)

In Pokémon Violet, I was training Grand Orchid to evolve into Arboliva. While I was still in the area, I caught some of the remaining Pokémon in the Paldea Pokédex.

This one was not one of them. Sometime later, I traded him to someone else in exchange for a shiny Braixen.

Back to Grand Orchid, we easily took out Ampharos with a new tactic.

After Ampharos was knocked out, Grand Orchid finally evolved into Arboliva.

His stats are top-notch, as expected. And he'll get even better with more training. Sadly, that's going to have to wait until later. Right now, it's onto the last two Pokémon in the Pokédex!

I think you've given me enough Big Nuggets for now. Any more than that, and I'll be an even richer man than I am now.

My first search put me on the path of Ting-Lu. I began searching around Casseroya Lake when I found another camper. Unlike the other ones, the only thing this guy shared with me was a new sandwich recipe.

Say that to the people who thought combining sushi and pizza was a good idea.

I eventually found some stakes on some of the lake's islands. Which were enough for me to reawaken Ting-Lu.

My next obvious destination was the shrine. To my surprise, it wasn't located inside a cave and was outdoors for everyone to see.

I could have saved my Master Balls for other Pokémon. But I didn't want to waste any time with these guys. It took a few tries. But I was able to get a Ting-Lu with the right stats.

I was lucky to get this one before my usual study time.

After I finished studying, I started to look for the last Pokémon I needed, Chi-Yu. While looking for one of the stakes, I found this cave entrance. I expected to find one in there and came across some TMs instead. Oddly enough, these TMs were the ones used for the ultimate moves.

Since these are Technical Machines, I thought that Mew was finally able to learn these powerful moves. And sure enough, it can.

Future series are going to riot over this...

After I nabbed the TMs, I found the remaining stakes needed to reawaken Chi-Yu.

I remembered the location of its shrine and ran off to Fury Falls to catch it.

I still don't understand why a Fire-type would be placed in an area with water. Why? Is it because it's a fish?

After some trial and error, I was able to catch a Chi-Yu with the perfect stats and finish the Paldea Pokédex 3 days before the release of The Teal Mask update.

Even though I completed the Pokédex, I'm not sure where I'll get my diploma, considering GAME FREAK's staff isn't in this game.

Which is pretty much useless in a country like this since there aren't any Ultra Beasts to catch.

Or maybe I DO know where to get a diploma for my Pokédex.

[goth-boots]

Whew, ok, I'm ready to talk about my main Baki OC >:3

Yeah, I know her design may look too basic but! the story & the plot imho is perfect ✨

And who cares if it's cringe? Nobody ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Biography

So her name's Namiko Ogawa she's 23 years old. Confident, blunt, kind of arrogant, manipulative, smart? probably :D. Knows Japanese and English fluently, also speaks German. Originally from Okinawa but moved with her father to Osaka where she lived till she turned 18. Now lives in Tokyo.

6 y.o.:

The girl was adopted numerous times at a young age of 6. Already had a bad temper and caused lots of problems to those who adopted her (even tried to burn a family's property). The last person who took her was a man that owned a small dojo. Raizo Ogawa. He was a single careless man, his sense of justice and discipline differed from the standard ones. His way of teaching was quite unique. Namiko was able to learn all of the techniques in 10 years.

16 y.o.:

After some time Raizo became addict to alcohol and his relationship with his daughter worsened. The girl skipped most of her school classes (except for math and biology) and was rarely seen at home. She became a member of a sukeban, but never had a leader role due to her reluctance to be responsible for somebody. Everything was fine till Namiko was arrested. The girl started attending most of the subjects more often, but secretly continued to hangout with delinquents and juveniles.

18 y.o.:

At the age of 18 Ogawa went to university by manipulating and blackmailing the staff, because some of her grades, let's say, weren't that good. After 4 years of studying she went to Germany and stayed there as an exchange student.

23 y.o.:

She came back to Japan at 23 and now lives and works in Tokyo.

People

Raizo Ogawa. Namiko's adoptive father. Overall had a nice relationship with his daughter. They spent a lot of time together gardening or training. After one of his students died in a car crash he had a breakdown and became addicted to alcohol. That's when their relationship has gradually worsened. Died from cirrhosis when Namiko was 20. They solved all their conflicts before he passed away.

Places

The Depot. Namiko had an unpleasant experience with street fighting. She went to threatening places and frequently was on a verge of death. The most dangerous was the Depot. Place without any rules that was covered up by authorities. All kinds of weapons and techniques were allowed. That's a place where Namiko met her first real enemy.

Ta-da, and that's it :D

It's still a draft, but this text already looks like a decent story for a character 🤔

P.S. I'm silently crying because I wanted to draw her as Emi or at least like Kozue, but I ended up with someone else.. dunno if it's good or not, but I'm not satisfied with the result :')

Next time will try better 😤💪🏽

[darkpoisonouslove]

A Perfect Mate

Summary: Griffin and Valtor are playing chess but one game seems insufficient to hold their attention. Secure in his victory, Valtor decides to to indulge in their side bet and draw things out. How can that be a mistake? Part 3 of Sparks of Life.

Originally published on 05-01-2020 but I rewrote all of it and I may or may not have kept 5 sentences from the original.

Probably requires some basic understanding of chess pieces and their organization on the board for optimal reading experience. Set before parts 1 and 2 but can be read on its own.

Griffin's hand was resting on the small table next to the chessboard–there was barely enough space left for a cup of tea that she never brought to a game anyway–her fingers almost pressed into it. She was keeping them still, all the action locked behind her eyes where it kept Valtor guessing what each little gasp and tilt of her head meant.

It was all an exercise in vanity regardless. Whatever her next dozen moves, he'd already accounted for them all. She liked to pawn her queen finding new ways to bait him out of all his parallel-running strategies or have her knights invading his part of the board so boldly that had they been real people, she would've been risking their lives just to spite him. It was all nothing more than a setup for her brilliance and smile to both shine so he allowed it. The only time she was more gorgeous than with victory setting her eyes ablaze and curving her lips like there were spells hanging from them was when he had her writhing in bliss, not a single thought spared to the sounds streaming from her mouth. She could as well accidentally summon a demon for all they knew. A mistake that had to concern her less than letting him play with the white pieces.

"Did you realize that you might as well just wave the white flag now?" Griffin gave an uncanny response to his thoughts. And then another one as she chose to capture his pawn instead of trading her queen for a knight or sacrificing it to lure his rook out of her back yard.

It left it a lonely black speck right in the path of his bishop, ready for the taking. Her words were the only card she had left up her sleeve. An underhanded distraction he could turn on her with ease but not before giving her a last chance at a graceful defeat. An olive branch extended to her that she'd slap away and seal her fate.

"The night is still young." He took the black queen off the board and left it in his right corner of the table, Griffin's eyes following the path of the symbol of her power he'd just stripped her of. The thought sizzled in his mind like a lit fuse. "If you surrender now, I could be persuaded to indulge you in a rematch before taking my victory party to bed."

Griffin locked eyes with him. "I'd love for you to take me to bed."

"Then put this lost cause out of its misery," his fingers slid slowly over the wood of the centerpiece he'd robbed her of, stroking it lazily. "I'm afraid I can't do anything for either of us until you take it off my hands."

Her gaze never left his but she'd seen through the words and the gesture, pulling forward the memories of the wonders he could do for her just with his fingers. Just like his eyes didn't have to leave hers for his mind to latch onto the loud hitch in her breathing.

"Gladly," she drawled out, her fingers gliding down the side of her own bishop and then back up before closing around it. She moved to capture another one of his pawns.

He raised an eyebrow. He didn't even have to look at the board to make the move he'd planned for this scenario. The pieces were set in his mind just like the image of pinning her to the bed and holding her hips down until she cried from the relentlessness of his tongue between her thighs. He'd hunt down as many orgasms from her as the minutes she stole from him and herself that they could spend conquering the heights of ecstasy hand in hand if she yielded.

Her want took over her pupils and had them seize up the amber of her irises. She'd sink her teeth in him if she could from all the way across the table and he'd let her as soon as he was straddling her and had her whimpering in pleasure and moaning his name.

"I just have to make sure you're aware of the power balance," Griffin snatched yet another one of his pawns away, leaving him with only half of their initial count. Most of his other pieces were still on the board, though. "The loser will have to do as his queen pleases for the rest of the night," she lined up the pawns like a guard behind which she stored what she'd captured from his artillery.

It made for a nice little display. Emphasis on the little.

"You mean this queen?" he once more picked up the elegant black chess piece that perfectly represented Griffin's place in life – in his hands.

The last time they'd raised the stakes this high, she'd suffered a sound defeat. He'd made her strip for him and feel every agonizing inch of fabric drag over her skin for minutes on end while he'd talked about how his lips and fingertips would have felt instead. Her eyes had been welling up with tears of frustration by the time he'd finished his torment and she'd spilled them all when he'd drawn out her orgasm into another one and then another and then another that had choked her voice and left her body screaming. He'd done his job of erasing sense from her world to perfection if she was ready to bet her agency again. Especially with the odds already stacked against her. And he was about to fix them further in his favor.

"I will take your bet," he set down the queen to pick up his knight.

Her eyes followed every motion as he threatened the bishop she'd just used to steal his pawn and set up his next move.

"On condition that every time someone captures a piece, the opponent has to reveal some more skin. Whoever loses, strips all of her remaining clothes as soon as she gets up from her chair."

"Bold choice of words," Griffin snipped but her teeth worried her bottom lip instantly to undermine her tone.

He'd reached into her mind and pulled forth the memories of the fate she'd doomed herself to just like he used strands of her hair to play her voice like a violin. His hand was in her chest, her heart clasped in it just like her pride was between his teeth. A single step back would leave her with bite marks running through her mind and deep in her tender flesh.

"I'm in," Griffin backed up her bishop with her knight. It was his choice whether to trade.

He had strategies for either option but all that was flashing in front of his eyes were images of her arching her back off the mattress to push her breasts closer into the inviting warmth of his skin and mouth. He had to restrain himself from licking his lips but his gaze skidded off the board and right to Griffin's cleavage. Concealed by a silken scarf that had to be a cherished gift for her to actually put it on. Probably from one of the twins or Faragonda. He never would have purchased for her something so offensively tasteless, nor would he have forgotten the joy on her lips and the gratitude in her touch with which she met every one of his carefully deliberated gifts to her.

"I'd better start seeing skin instead of that hate crime around your neck," Valtor leaned forward and knocked her bishop out of the way with his knight, holding her gaze as he did so.

Her composure in the face of his brutish action stirred his own desire along. He was growing hard at the image of tracing his erection over her readily parted lips instead of having them pressed together in purposeful indifference. And then pulling away to leave her craving a taste long after he'd left her spent and satisfied in every other way.

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Griffin arched an eyebrow his way dramatically to make her words echo like whiplash in his very bones. "You should have learned by now that I do everything for your benefit."

His fingers twitched around the bishop he'd reunited with her other captured pieces. He had to suppress the same impulse in his hips. It would have pushed his cock right down her throat had he had her in the desired position.

He had the patience and presence of mind to bring her to her knees. She was too eager to pace herself, ended up choking and sputtering in a perfect cover for his less conspicuous gasps and curses. It was impossible to tell whether she'd gagged due to the bucking of his hips or his fingers in her hair drawing out loud moans around his cock in the back of her throat. At the end of the day, having her lips wrapped around his erection and melting away anything that wasn't her wrangled more surrender from her than from him.

"I'm generous enough to grant you the opportunity to be selfish for once then," he leaned back and entwined his fingers, the embodiment of self-possession.

Griffin held up her left hand and took off her wedding band. She reached over the table and dropped it around the bishop he'd taken as if to reclaim her possession over it while denying his power over her.

He had to clench his teeth together to make sure his jaw didn't drop at her audacity.

"I wasn't sure you were thinking straight so I had to play it safe," Griffin coyly interrupted the protest exploding in his chest as she reached for his knight. A grin broke out on her face as her own knight took its place on the board and his found its way behind the wall of white pawns she'd built.

He should have been more careful with his wording, he'd give her that. He hadn't specified that they had to take off clothes and had allowed to be outsmarted through their own marriage. But the lack of specifics went both ways.

He opened the top two buttons of his shirt to spite her in return before his fingers snatched the wedding band from where she'd abandoned it. He pocketed it jealously, the weight of it over his heart quelling none of the fire in his blood. Even he wouldn't have stooped so low as to weaponize their vows to each other. He'd have to compel whole new ones from her trembling lips later.

"I've proven myself to be a man of my word many times, Griffin, and I will do it yet again."

A hitch in her breath was all the pause she took before offering a generously salacious, "I can't wait."

Unconditional want had taken over her eyes obscuring their normal brightness with a thick blanket of hunger. The only thing that could conceal it were her eyelids dropping on it to block out anything that could spoil the pleasure he'd make her thighs quiver with. The only chance he had to get a good enough look at it to recapture it later in a painting was to prolong the game.

He took one of her pawns in a deviation from his main strategy. She was worth more than the minimal risk of an already practically-won game.

Griffin took off her scarf, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage, and tied it around his wrist.

He allowed it to humor her. It would be the perfect opportunity to pay her back for daring to remove her wedding band if he used it to comply with the rules of their strip chess. It could very well go with the added bonus of putting her off the idea of ever wearing it again.

"This is just one of many promises for later," Griffin surprised him instead, her voice reminding him of a hunting lioness. It was quiet and prowling deeper into his mind which made it all the more dangerous.

The look in her eyes would have moved him even if he'd been made of stone. She was clear that the only thing keeping her from sinking her teeth in him was the chessboard with both their pride clashing on it. As soon as it was out of the way she'd be closer than physically possible, underneath his skin where she belonged. The more flesh she revealed, the more aware of that fact she made him.

Defying his expectations, she unbuttoned her whole shirt in one go, giving him a spectacular view of her bra underneath, filled out so perfectly by her breasts. The lace didn't leave much to the imagination which lagged behind along with his captivated attention. By the time Griffin slid one of the straps down her shoulder upon the capture of her rook he'd traced the same path with his gaze a million times. He could taste the softness of her skin under his tongue, his mind all consumed by memories.

It was easy for Griffin to avoid his poor attempts at cornering her when he was stuck in a past so close he could sink his fingers into it and yet just as distant as Griffin's defeat remained. She got her king out in the open where the opportunities for check were more but those for a mate were less when her excellent maneuvering backed up her crazy strategy. He couldn't have predicted such chaos in her moves or in his own.

"You seem deep in thought," Griffin's voice caressed his ears just before her foot brushed against his calf.

She gave him a knowing smirk that didn't leave her face even when he caught her ankle and pulled her foot in his lap causing her whole body to move forward in her chair. As if the access to her skin he had now was nothing in the face of the powerful distraction she'd already set in motion.

"Don't worry, you'll get to feel my skin all night long," she grinned despite the shiver running the whole length of her body.

"Something we can agree on," Valtor pressed his fingers in her calf just a touch harder to sear his heat into her instead of vice versa.

Feeling his way up to a sigh or–worse–a moan would hardly help his erection already straining against his pants but his only hope was to turn the tables on her and outdo her in distraction. It always worked like a charm, her lips falling open and her chest settling in the rhythm his fingers dictated. It had never occurred to him that he was only successful because she was more than happy to allow it.

She practically mewled – in the most unabashed, exaggerated manner that went straight to his cock. A curse slipped from his lips in turn to attest to her victory when he had no power over himself left, let alone over her.

His suspicions were only confirmed when one of her pawns made it all the way through the board and to the very last line of his territory so she could turn it into whatever piece she wanted. It'd never mattered that he'd had her queen in his grasp.

Griffin grabbed the black rook he'd claimed and placed it on the board. It was check and mate on the spot, his king was still lined up behind the last three remaining pawns he had with the only exit being blocked by her surviving bishop. She'd even given him a clue as to what she was planning on doing when she'd organized the white pieces she'd captured in much the same fashion.

"A queen has so much power that her greatest asset becomes the allure of taking her off the board," Griffin leaned on the table on her elbows, the victory that had only been in her eyes before now unfolding around them.

He'd fallen for her trap, letting her weave it around him deftly, propping himself further into the image of her loss she'd tempted him with. She'd been the one bringing him down all along and he'd been her willing accomplice. Too willing for his own good perhaps.

"Off with his clothes," Griffin reached over the board and knocked his king off of it, the sound of it hitting the table shattering none of her spell on him. If anything, it only made it stronger.

He grabbed her hand and slipped her wedding band in its rightful place. "If you ever take it off again-"

His growl didn't so much as startle her, her lips curling in a smirk when the sound died in his throat at the scrape of her nails at his wrist. Her fingertips slipped under the scarf still tied around it and pried it loose until it came away, clutched in her hand. He'd never taken it off, planning on binding her wrists together with it before making her beg for respite from the pleasure he'd have overwhelmed her with.

"Told you it was a promise for later," Griffin motioned for him to join her on her side of the table.

Bringing her hand to his lips for a kiss forced her closer to the edge of her seat but she was the one having a hold on him. He should have let go of her if he'd wanted to keep from being steered like she'd enchanted his free will away.

Griffin let him pull her to her feet only to loop the scarf around his neck. She made the knot just tight enough to interfere with his normal breathing and have him gasping for her before he'd even stripped. Her lips were lured to his, not to steal his breath but to give him hers.

He leaned into her, caging her in against the table but her spine was unyielding. Before he could form a coherent enough thought to reach for her bra and discard it, her fingers teased over his abs. The downward path they trailed to his belt left his mind straining to catch up. His heartbeat rushed to meet her teeth where they sank into his lip, his hips already pushing into her proximity. He was all hers.

[witchthewriter]

hi!! I was wondering if I could request a level three match up from game of thrones, house of the dragon, and vikings? I use she/they pronouns and I have a preference for women :)

I'm a sagittarius sun, gemini moon, and scorpio rising. I'm an entp. I'm pretty talkative and sociable! I'm quite extroverted and like to talk about my interests a lot. I have one sibling, a younger sister, who I get along well with (although she can be a right pain sometimes). I tend to get frustrated with myself a lot, and have a bit of an argumentative streak 😳. I have 4 rabbits who I absolutely adore.

I'm fairly tall (about 5'7), have long auburn hair, blue eyes and quite round features. I like to wear a lot of black, green and red- I have more of a gothic style and I like long flowy dresses. I wear lots of jewellery and like to braid my hair (along with lots of other styles!!).

I have a passion for history, languages and art! I like to travel as much as possible and enjoy learning about folklore and fairy tales. I do karate and play the guitar! I also like to draw when I can, and I love to get out into nature. I read tarot from time to time, and I like to consider myself a little bit witchy.

my ideal type would be someone up for a conversation- probably someone who enjoys the arts. i can be pretty forgetful, so someone who could remind me to do things would be perfect <3 I'd want to avoid anyone too quiet, or someone who struggles to commit to relationships.

thank you so much xx 💕💕💕

Want one? Here be the rules 🦋🌈  

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Torvi! Like most of these ships, she has this similar feminine energy to you. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Loves having intimate moments; leaning her forehead against yours, kissing your palm, rubbing her nose against yours. 

・Calms you even in your highest of moments. When you feel like the world is out to get you, when everything is going wrong - she will be there, ready to calm you down, to talk you off your high ledge. 

・Likes to train with you. It becomes so fun, so invigorating. 

Theme Song:

↬ ‘Ophelia’ by Steven Price

Relationship Tropes:

↬ Similar Personalities

𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Laena Velaryon! She has an invigorating personality where people cannot help but like her. She’s charming, but has a strong backbone and knows what she wants. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・I think you would be each other’s first love. She wouldn’t want anyone else, since you give her everything she needs. 

・She loves when you rest your head in her lap. Her fingers gently move through your hair, earning moans of delight from you. 

・You’d have such a passionate relationship. If you weren’t a dragon rider, than Laena would take you up on Vhagar, soaring through the clouds. Your arms clasped tightly around her waist. If you were a dragon rider than she would love flying next to you, the absolute power and freedom you would feel, would be so intense. 

Theme Song:

↬ ‘Gimme All Your Love’ by Alabama Shakes

Relationship Tropes:

↬ Love At First Sight

𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Missandei! I think you would have such a gentle relationship. One where there is nothing but love and support for each other. You both want the best for one another and are always making sure each other is okay, looked after and healthy. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Missandei was apprehensive about you for a while. Even though you showed to be a loyal servant and supporter of Dany, she still had reservations. Missandei loves Dany and wants the best for her, and you want the same. So once you prove that to her, she accepts you. 

・Likes to talk to you in different languages. You don’t know at first (or for a while) but she’s been calling you “my love” in different languages. 

・She confessed her love for you while she thought you were unconscious. You had been the target of an attack and she was looking after you. In a moment of worry, she confessed her feelings, thinking this would be the only time to do it. But you were awake. 

Theme Song:

↬ ‘Dance of the Druids’ from Bear McCreary

Relationship Tropes:

↬ Falls In Love Easily x Wary Of Love

[jojotichakorn]

love mechanics: episode 3

i think it's very funny that literally everyone in this drama is messed up

very proud of mark for trying to put distance between him and vee

i think the real issue is that vee has this image of perfection in his head that he thinks he's somehow managed to reach and he wants it to stay that way - he's doing great at uni, he's popular, he has a big fun group of friends, he has a perfect girlfriend - and i think he's being incredibly performative about it all (down to little details like heart emojis next to ploy's name in his phone), and i don't even know what's worse - the fact that he clearly doesn't like this "perfection" but can't let it go or the fact that this "perfection" is in itself an illusion

i'm autistic so if someone picked out the ingredient i don't eat from my food, i would be ready to fucking die for them immediately

"people should be together because of love, not responsibility" - yeah that's great

VEE IS SO FUCKING STUPID KGJDFLKGJDFLKGJDFL

i think bar knows tbh, or at least sees some clear romantic/sexual tension between vee and mark

THAT MOMENT WHERE VEE STARTS OPENING THE WATER BOTTLE AND THE MUSIC IS ROMANTIC BECAUSE MARK THINKS HE IS DOING IT FOR HIM AND HE'S ALREADY DRAWING PARALLELS BETWEEN THEM AND GUNBAR BUT VEE JUST DRINKS THE FUCKING WATER HIMSELF, THAT IS SO FUNNY

btw any live speed swimming event is just deeply unimpressive - like i am so sorry, i know it's hard, but from the outside it just looks like a bunch of people swimming at a comedically low speed for a sports competition

love how we slowly moved on to our leads just being gay and out of the closet more often than not, refreshing

oh, AND ploy and vee were the star and the moon? literally a cliche of a doomed-to-fail, never-meant-to-be-in-the-first-place couple

i love how direct mark is - if everyone was like him, the world would be so much easier to navigate

this isn't about the umbrella, is it... /j

POPPY?????????

i genuinely don't know what i would do in mark's situation... like, their relationship with vee is complicated as is, and he is also trying to put some distance between them, but now he knows this very important piece of information, and he tells vee, but he doesn't believe him, and then he ends up deleting all the proof he has - it's a mess

coming back to what i said earlier, vee is holding on to the fake perfection so much that he doesn't even bring up the cheating (not to mention that he himself has cheated before)

i thought mark would hug vee which would be appropriate but no... come on now, boys

episode 3 tells me that this drama will get messier and messier every second. but once more, we persist.