#and then when i fancied bob. for some reason

[eggmeralda]

having a hyperfixation forever nostalgic of a certain time of year feels really weird when the hyperfixation was so unpleasant. like you'll have me every april/may from now on smelling the spring air like. ah........threads (1984)......

[luvrxbunny]

fifteen minutes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader 

Prompt: Free Use (?)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, kinda rough sex, piv, unprotected sex, minimal talking and kissing, no aftercare (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 1.3k

A/N: the end feels kinda sad cus no aftercare but- 

You’re waiting for Eddie in his changing room. It’s a little bigger than an office, but not big enough to be a bedroom. There’s a couch in it and a little vanity desk for his makeup and hair. You’re on the couch, trying to ignore the springs in it as you read a magazine you swiped from the receptionist's desk. You have headphones in, listening to Eddie’s newest EP, the same one he’s here to perform. You’ve tried to listen to his set live but being backstage means it’s a bit louder than you can handle so you play his music as loud as you can handle in your ears. 

You’re reading the newest edition of Vogue, your eyes popping out of your head at how fancy some of these outfits look. You’re snacking on some grapes Eddie packed for you as you bob your head to his guitar solo in your ears. You turn the page again and smile at a lady in a pink dress, and a man in an all-black suit standing next to her, his hand on her hip lightly. It reminds you of Eddie. You imagine him in that suit, his hair resting on his shoulder- or even better, in a man-bun atop his head. 

The metal in your ears dies down slowly with a fading guitar riff and adrenaline shoots through you. If the EP has ended that means that Eddie should have around 15 minutes between sets before performing one of his older albums. He always spends that time with you, even if half of it is him panting harshly from all his stage antics and chugging water to soothe his over-used vocal cords. You don’t mind though, a smile is already on your face at the thought of seeing him- and someone is grabbing you. 

Your skirt is flipped up and thick hands grip your naked ass, groping your cheeks roughly. Your hands rip your headphones from your ears and you’re about to scream when they rest their body on you, pushing the air from your lungs. “It’s me, baby. It’s me. I need you.” 

Eddie’s voice is hot against your ear, fanning over your cheek and you can feel the heat radiating off of his skin. He’s still wearing his jeans but he’s pulled you apart so he’s grinding his clothed crotch over your naked pussy. You don’t usually wear panties to his concerts because afterward, during the afterparty, Eddie tends to whisk you away to a remote location to have his way with you, sometimes he just does whatever he wants in the middle of whatever room you guys are in. You just wanted to make it easier for him. 

This is new though, you guys had discussed it after Eddie saw it on some rock blog he reads from time to time. You were open, you told him that your heart belongs to him so you don’t see any reason why your body shouldn’t as well. He spent the rest of the night fucking you about it but after that, he didn’t bring it up again. You’d almost forgotten about it, but now you can see it’s been on his mind. He’s moaning into your ear, humping his jean-clad cock into your sensitive hole, abusing it with the rough texture. “Eddie.” He moans at the way you say his name and pulls back. 

“Yeah, baby, s’me. Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you through the whole set.” You can hear him unzipping his pants behind you and his telltale moan when he finally wraps his hand around his throbbing dick. He jerks himself off to the view of you, spread out on his couch, your little white skirt framing your perfect ass. He can see your lips glistening for him, your pussy crying for his cock, making a mess all over herself. He groans at the sight and digs in, not bothering to prep you one bit. 

You almost scream his name out but he presses his hand to your mouth, his rings digging into your lips painfully but your mind can only focus on the pleasure and the heat of the stretch his cock is causing inside you. Your hands reach behind your head blindly as Eddie rests his body against yours. You’re moaning against his hand raggedly, they rip from the base of your throat and vibrate against Eddie’s other hand that found its home wrapped gently around your neck. Your hands finally find his head and you pull him forward, forcing his head into the crook of your neck and turning your head to his, your eyes pleading and darting to his lips when he looks at you. 

You’re whining behind his hand, wanting desperately to connect your lips to his. He already looks wrecked as he holds your eye contact, he’s groaning and whimpering at you, his eyebrows drawn in and his eyes unfocused as they wander your face. He has no thoughts in his head as he ruts into you, he can’t even take the time to decipher what you’re begging him for. He can feel his orgasm growing in his stomach, brewing like a storm and you’re just feeding it more. You’re whimpering his name behind his hand and his eyes are crossing, doubling his view of you. 

The sight has you moaning loudly into his hand, vibrating his palm as feels the coil in your stomach pull tighter. You moan more desperately, needing to kiss him before cumming and he finally pulls his hand away to force your head into his lips. You’re barely kissing him back, mostly moaning his name and licking into his mouth, trying to swallow everything he can give you, anything that tastes like him. 

He pulls away to moan into your mouth, your jaw slack with the assault of pleasure, with the orgasm that’s burning like a warning in your gut, promising to ruin you once it’s released. Eddie feels the same way, he’s trying to last for you but he knows he’s running out of time and you’re pulsing madly around him. His hips stutter into you as his orgasm begins to overflow, his balls are tightening and shooting pleasure through him every time they smack into you. Your pussy is teasing him at this point, clenching rhythmically like you’re trying to milk him, like you want him to cum in you. 

So he does. His cock explodes inside you and it’s like nothing he’s felt before. It’s not more or less enjoyable, it’s always incredible when he’s with you- but it’s more aggressive. It slams into him, knocking all the air out of his lungs and he could swear that he blacked out, just floating through an abyss of pleasure. You’re whining into his ear and he can feel you trying to cum around him, you’re clenching purposely now, grinding back into his stuttering hips. He knows, he knows you can’t cum without him touching your clit but he doesn’t have enough brain power to even help you… and he doesn’t have to. 

You let out a sob-like whine as Eddie’s hips calm down and he pulls back, already struggling to get his pants back over his legs. “Eddie, I didn’t-” He cuts you off by completely falling off the couch, hitting the floor with a dull thud. He sits back up, level with your face and kisses you with a small smile. “I know.” He stands up, jumping a bit to get his jeans up quicker. “I know, baby, I’m sorry. I’ll help you when I get back I swear.” He blows you a kiss as he rushes out of the room, hearing people calling for him outside the hall. You’re left in silence in his room, panting and desperate as you hear the crowd scream, letting you know he’s already back on stage.  

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[jungkookstatts]

Big fan of your work! Since requests are open I was wondering if you may do a jk smut “holy sh*t i think you got ME pregnant” riding and complete  eagerness for jk 🫣

[Summary]: Jungkook is a little too obsessed with the idea of making you his. About making you both his wife and the mother of his kids.

[Theme]: Non-Idol AU (or Idol AU, however, you see it), Established Relationship AU, Pre-Fiances(?) AU

[Rating]: 18+ literally just sex, oral (m receiving), doggy, spitting, choking, ass slapping, hair grabbing, creampie, cockwarming, impreg kink, dom jk, sub reader, literally just vile I'm sorry

[Word Count]: 2,016

[A/N]: This literally took me almost 4 months, I apologize deeply. I also wrote it and then reread your ask and realized I didn't really follow it too much ㅠㅠ I am sorry I hope you still like it. My mind just went "woo-woo sex!!"

Your boyfriend is a big brat. Sometimes, even a bigger brat than you.

This all started because he was being a big cunt driving you home from your date. He took you out to a fancy restaurant for your 3-year anniversary, but for some reason, he was being a complete prick all the way home. Something about how you looked at the waiter a certain way and he didn’t like it.

So now here you are, your silk dress thrown somewhere on his bedroom floor, and your panties ripped down the middle. He’s naked and rock-hard in front of you, looking down at you on display on his sheets.

“You think it’s funny, huh?” your boyfriend smirks, his tongue coming out to lick at his lip piercing.

“I mean, yeah, a little,” you laugh. He’s so pent up, so overworked over nothing. You literally want to marry this man — he has nothing to worry about. It’s funny, but you’re also extremely turned on. Jungkook mad and jealous, is a huge, dangerous combination you can’t help but bend at the knees over in the bedroom.

His eyebrows knit together angrily as he pushes your legs up, his cold fingers sliding up your folds.

“A-ah,” you gasp, wiping the laugh off your face. His long fingers play with you, sliding and circling your juices between your folds.

“Not so funny now, is it?” he chuckles. He inserts a finger into you, and you grab onto his wrist in a useless attempt to calm him down for a moment. But he takes your wrist on his own, pinning it against the bedsheets next to your head. “Am I a joke, hm?” he whispers against your neck. “You think it’s funny to look at other men when I take you out?”

“N-No, Kook,” you swear. “I only look at you.”

“Damn right you do,” he bites your neck harshly, causing you to arch your back into his chest. You know for a fact you’re going to be purple and blue tomorrow. “You’ve got a smart mouth, Y/n,” he smiles against your ear. “Let me fix it for you.”

“K-Kook,” you whine, knowing where this is going.

“Get up,” he demands. You feel your pussy tremble at the look in his eyes. He’s going to torture the shit out of you, and you couldn’t be more excited and scared at the same time.

Your boyfriend sits down at the edge of his bed, spreading his legs and pointing to the space on the ground in between them for you. You fall onto your knees, sliding your hands up his thighs until they’re inches from his swollen cock. He’s so hard — it almost looks painful. But he looks down at you with hooded eyes, smiling devilishly at the events to come.

“Suck it,” he demands. And you do.

With your small hands wrapped around his cock, you give him a test pump before licking a long stripe from base to tip. The sensation has his head falling back, and you feel yourself dripping onto the floor at the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing from pleasure. You put him into your mouth, your tongue flattening against his frenulum so deliciously, that he grabs your hair in his fist and pushes you down further. The action causes you to gag, not ready for the sudden change in pace. But you accept it graciously, adjusting to his length in your mouth as you move with the pace his hand on your hair sets for you.

It’s always hard to adjust to him. You hate to admit it, but your big-brat boyfriend has a big-brat cock. You don’t think in the three years you’ve dated him you’ve been able to call yourself “used” to his size. But he likes it rough. He warned you when you said you didn’t like rough sex all those years ago that he’d change your mind. And boy, has he. You’re an absolute slut for this man, and he gets a tiny ego boost every time you submit yourself to him like this.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxes you.

You bob your head onto him, looking up at him with your full mouth, eyes watery and big. He almost cums at the sight, pushing you off for a moment to compose himself.

You come off with a pop, a messy line of spit connecting your mouth to his dick.

He grabs your jaw with his palm, his thumb jutting into your mouth. You take his thumb in your hand, enclosing it around your lips and sucking on it just as you sucked his dick.

“Open,” he demands again. You do, opening your mouth and pushing your tongue out. Your boyfriend leans forward, taking your chin in his fingertips, and spits into your mouth. You smile, giggling with a mouth full of his spit when he slightly sits back, looking at all of you. He was about to say something, but you lean into him, taking his dick into your mouth again and sucking him harder and faster.

“A-ah-Y/n,” he moans quietly, although his grip on your hair returns harshly. “Ffuckkk—hah.”

He nearly laughs at the pleasure; you’re so perfect for him it’s funny. You know every single one of his pleasures, and he knows you do when you begin to play with the skin between his balls and cock as you fuck him with your mouth. The sensation has him pulling you off his cock again for good, himself on the edge of release.

“Get on the bed,” he pants.

“How?” you ask, resting your hands on his thighs. He leans forward again, but this time his hand comes around your neck, choking you a little more harshly than you expected. Your eyes search for him, completely lust-filled and intense.

“How I like you best,” he whispers against your lips. You lean in to kiss him, but he pulls away, teasing you in the most evil way possible.

You pout, but get up on your feet and lay down front-first against the sheets. You feel him come up behind you, touching the back of your thighs softly, gliding his hands up your skin until they meet the round of your ass. You listen to him moan softly as he spreads them apart, taking a good look at your swollen, dripping cunt.

“God, you’re so wet,” he nearly whines. “You gonna let me knock you up, sweetheart?”

“Mmhm,” you whine. The anticipation of his cock inside of you is getting too intense, and you wiggle your ass at him in an attempt to get him to get a move on. But he only slaps your ass hard, surely leaving a handprint. You gasp sharply, toes curling at the surprise.

“Fuck, I want to put a baby in you so bad,” he slaps your ass again. “Wanna show everyone how swollen I’ve made you. That you’re carrying my baby because you’re my girl.”

“J-Jungkook,” you gasp as he lands a third harsh slap on your ass. You almost feel like you might cum — he’s always hinted at wanting kids with you, but hasn’t really brought it to the bedroom. It’s hot, to say the very least. That, and the combination of his big hand slapping your ass.

“No one would question you’re mine,” he grabs your hips, pulling them up into the air where he situates the tip of his dick against your cunt. “You’d be too busy having my babies to give anyone else a glance other than me.”

You open your mouth to say something, but he’s already pushing inside of you, stretching you so well like how he always does. You fold your arms in the space above your head, arching your back into him as he slowly bottoms out. This position always allows his cock to kiss your cervix so delicately, you squirm knowing he’s going to pump you so good once he’s finished.

“Fuck,” he spits, panting at the sheer feeling of your walls around him. “Y-You good?”

You just moan against his pillows, nodding your head as you push your hips back, slipping further into him than you were before. Jungkook grabs your hips tightly, pressing his fingertips harshly into your skin as he pulls out and slams back in with force. You moan loudly into the fabric, but Jungkook pays you no mind, pushing your head further into the sheets as he fucks you like a demon.

His hips slap against yours, and you find yourself coming undone within minutes of his torture on you. The man behind you only laughs, his thrusts becoming harder, trying to push past the absolute grip you have on his cock from your orgasm.

“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, head lulling back in disbelief. “You’re all mine,” he grabs your ass harshly before landing another slap onto it. “Say it, Y/n. Say you’re mine. Say you belong to me.”

“Koo,” you tremble, completely overstimulated from your orgasm.

“Dammit,” he grips your hair in his fist, forcing you to look up. His body looms over yours, his breath tickling your ear as he demands again, “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Koo,” you whine. “I’m all yours; only yours.”

He grunts in your ear at your words, dick slightly twitching inside of you. The way you say his name sounds so sweet. He never wants to hear his name from another pair of lips. It only sounds right when it’s coming from you. The thought of you being his forever, of the diamond ring sitting in the top drawer of his closet wardrobe, looms over him. God, he can’t wait. He’s so eager and so very impatient. He wants you, he wants you as his — as his wife and the mother of his children — so badly, he can almost taste it. He wants to be your husband already.

“Fuck, dammit,” he curses, head resting against the back of your shoulder. He still fucks into you, hips unrelenting and only quickening with the orgasm he denied of himself just a while ago while you were sucking him off looming over his head. “M’ gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby,” you permit him. Your voice sounds like honey in his ears, and you find yourself cumming for a second time when his thick, hot ropes spill into you. It’s so much — his sweet voice filling your ear as pleasure takes over his body, the way his cum pumps into you filling you with so much of him you feel so full and used.

“A-ah, Y/n,” he says softly, kissing your shoulder with wet, soft kisses. “Fuck, you’re so good to me.”

“I love you,” you respond as your knees give out on you. He simply falls on top of you, letting you lie down with his cock buried deep inside of you. He plugs you up, even though he’s softening slowly by the minute.

“I love you, too,” he smiles.

“I think you might have gotten me pregnant,” you slightly turn your head toward him. Your boyfriend comes up to you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I guess we’ll find out,” he smiles gently.

“You’re fine with that?” you ask him, a little surprised.

“Yeah,” he hides his face in the crook of your neck. “I want like…an entire army of children with you, so I’m completely fine with that idea.”

“I’m not having more than two kids,” you scoff.

He simply looks at you with his bunny eyes, feeling embarrassed by his eagerness.

“Maybe three, but that is pushing it,” you change your mind. Fuck, this man has you wrapped around his finger.

“Regardless, I’m gonna make you mine,” he says surely, turning you on his back.

“I am yours,” you confirm as you push the hair out of his face.

“Officially,” he corrects you.

You don’t even have to ask what he means by that when he stares at your ring finger gently before kissing you into the pillows, the hand on your waist slowly tracing circles on your lower stomach with his thumb.

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[End. Do not copy. Original work of @jungkookstatts , 2023]

[wilwheaton]

I have a small part in the 1987 television movie (failed pilot) version of The Man Who Fell To Earth. Lewis Smith played the titular character. Beverly D'Angelo played my mom, his love interest. (Fun Star Trek connection: Bob Picardo is also in it).

My character was a Troubled Youth, which I gotta tell you was not a stretch for me at all. I was deeply, deeply hurting at the time we made it. I was struggling not to suffocate on all the emotional and financial burdens my mom put on my shoulders, and fully aware of just how much my dad hated and resented me. You need a kid who doesn't want to be an actor, whose eyes can't hide the pain? I'm your guy.

Anyway, one of the scenes I was in took place in a record store, where Troubled Youth steals some albums, before he is chased by the cops and saved by the Man Who Fell To Earth, who uses a glowing crystal to save his life from ... some scratches on his face.

We filmed the interior of the record store at Sunset and La Brea, in what I think was a Warehouse, and at the end of the day, I was allowed to buy some records at a modest discount.

I was deep into my metal years, on my way from my punk years to my New Wave years, so I only bought metal albums. I know I bought more than I needed or could carry (I was making a point that I was allowed to spend my own money, mom), but the only ones I can clearly remember are:

Iron Maiden - Piece of Mind

Judas Priest - Turbo and Defenders of the Faith

W.A.S.P - The Last Command

(I know this was in March of 1987, because Turbo had just come out.)

Of those, Piece of Mind is the only one I never really stopped listening to, even through all the different it's-not-a-phase phases. I still listen to it, today.

Ever since I became an Adult with a Fancy Adult Record Player And All That Bullshit, I have kept my records in two places: stuff I want right now, and stuff I keep in the library because of Reasons.

Generally, records move in one direction toward the library, even if it takes years to happen. I just don't accumulate albums like I once did, because I'm Old and set in my ways.

Earlier today, I decided that I wanted to listen to an album while I cleaned up the kitchen, and because I wanted to make my life more interesting, I opened the library cabinet for the first time in at least five years.

There was the very same W.A.S.P album from that day in March, 1987. I don't have any of the others -- I looked -- but The Last Command was right there.

Before I really knew what I was doing, I put it on the Fancy Adult Record Player and dropped the needle.

I watched four decades of dust build up with a satisfying crackle, and there was something magical and beautiful about hearing all the skips and the scratches, realizing I remembered them from before.

The title track was just as great as I remembered it. It struck all the same chords in me that it did in the late nineteen hundreds. The rest of the first side was ... um. It just didn't connect with me, and for the few moments I spent trying to find a connection, I don't think it ever really did. I would remember.

But I did remember how much I loved making those mix tapes, and what a big part of them that song was. I did remember how empowering it felt to not just spend my own money that I earned doing work I didn't want to do, but to spend it on music my parents hated, right under their noses. I did remember how impressed Robby Lee was, when I showed him my extensive heavy metal album collection.

Remembering all of that, in one of those cinematic flashes of rapid cut visuals and sped up sounds, told me why I kept this record, while I gradually sold or replaced the other records I bought that day with CDs, then mp3s, then lossless digital files, before finally coming all the way back to records, where I started.

I didn't listen to the second side. I didn't need to. I took it off the Fancy Adult Record Player, and put it back into the library, next to the George Carlin records.

[terras-domain]

Rev It Up, Baby!

Characters: Jung Eunbi (Eunha)

Tags: teasing, thighs, car porn, street racing, male reader x gg idol, slight plotted smut, mechanic y/n, sex in and outside of car (if that makes sense lololol)

Words: 3813

Note from author: Halloooo! terra here. Been a while, this one is from a fren's request (well they just want eunha tbh) but THE CAR PART is basically y/n (you, YES YOU) tuning up her car for a street race she'll be doing and the reward, is ummm well...you can guess it,right? ANYWAYS ENJOYYYY (hopefully..?)

Reader's POV

"Boss...business hasn't been rolling today. Think we should call it a day a bit sooner?" Ken, one of my workers started to complain, the boredom was clearly making the guys at the workshop gloomy. "Fuck no Ken. We gotta business to run, so go jerk off or something if you're that bored kiddo" a puff from my cigarette flew in the air, disappearing in seconds. The kid's not wrong, we haven't had some serious customer coming in today, or even in a few weeks. Just some boring ass family sedans and some basic repair shit, nothing too fancy so far. But that all change when a loud rev roars towards the workshop. "My~ hello sexy"

Loud roaring fills up the workshop, making me throw the cig in my ashtray. "Ken! Your entertainment is here!" I smirked looking around the big boy shining in the dusty workspace. "Alright man, welcome welcome. How can I-" My words got caught in my throat the moment I saw the driver step out of the door. Thought it'd be some rich old bastard; but the smoking hot chick coming out looks nothing like the image I had in mind. "And I thought the car was sexy~" One of the boys cracked a chuckle. The car now looks like junk compared to the lady standing in front of me, pretty face, thick body and not to mention the shorts showing off those thick thighs. "Well hello beautiful~ welcome to the shop" I smirked, lighting up a second cig as the pretty girl walked over to me, while she does so it's obvious how thick she was judging by how those legs were jiggling.

"Did daddy buy you the cute ride you got here?" puffing out another wave of smoke, I looked around the car while she still remained quiet. After a few more glances on the car, my focus was still on her. "You know it's dangerous for a pretty girl such as yourself to be driving a beast like this you know?" I grinned, putting away the cigarette away from her as I tower over her cute figure, looking down at the cutie in front. "I'm a racer," she finally let out her voice, if I were to be honest I'd bust a load there and then on another day from how hot she is, but I gotta play it cool in front of this chick. "Oh really~! Well I'm sure you're a great racer ain't you, Miss...." I gave a long pause, giggling to tease her so called racing abilities. "Eunha. And don't act cocky, dirty hands. I'm not some whore for you~ I'm here to mod this car." Eunha clicked her tongue, clearly a bit annoyed, but fuck do I care. The more annoyed she looks, the cuter; I like that. "Oh really? Where you going so fast? Walmart?" I chuckled, making the tiny Eunha lose her patience and turn her face bright red. "I'm here to make Lloyd eat my dust!"

The laughter, the teasing, everything stopped. All eyes were on Eunha, almost choked by the ludicrous words coming out of her mouth. "That Lloyd? That dude's crazy dangerous y'know?" Bob, the old head in the office started talking, the teasy and all-jokes vibe suddenly blew away from the room. "I know. The more reasons to kick his ass." The cutie's little words attracts me more, love me a strong woman. "Well then missy, what do you need?" I asked, throwing the cig to the floor, stepping on it to extinguish the smoke. "I need it to be faster." Hearing her replies only makes me smirk as i moved towards the black beast parked in the garage. A little smack on Eunha's cute butt made her squeak, making me laugh a bit as I shifted my focus to the guys. "Time to get to work, boys!"

The car is honestly pretty much in great condition. There's not many that needs to be fixed, just things to upgrade. The spark plug of the car needs some changes, a change of exhaust which thankfully Eunha brought for us so it's no issue for us to wait too long to order a new one. One thing left is the engine, we gotta tune it up to get that Acura a winning chance. "This is a problem." I puffed after a deep breath. Honda engines in general isn't really the best, especially if it's for a car back in 1992, but oh well. If that hottie wants to win, might as well do it with a sick ride. "Why didn't you change the chassis?" Eunha asked. I mean, I don't blame her for asking, but clearly if she wants to race this car against a bastard like Lloyd, she needs a car that can take a beating. "Well sweetheart, if you wanna live long enough to win that race, this car gotta make sure it didn't trip over itself in the middle of the road." I shook my head while I approached her, grabbing a hand towel to clean my dirty hands, I need to lead her to my office.

"Imma keep this to you straight cutie," I paused, looking at Eunha, looking at her adorable cheeks when she looks serious, it made me smile. "Your chances of winning are slim if you keep this engine. You know the type of guy Lloyd is known for. He'd kill to win" I went fully clear to her, clearly makes her a bit frustrated. "Well...tell me what I gotta do." She answered short, this bitch sure is persistent. "Well, I first need to know how serious you are in this." I inched closer, grabbing her shoulder, waiting for her nodding response which she did immediately. "Well your engine needs some work, some mods actually. And the money...well I'm pretty sure you know how that goes. But that's not all" I paused looking up and down. "You clearly don't know what you're doing...telling me to change a car chassis when going against a road killer~" A sighed as Eunha finally got her needed reality check, it's almost impossible to win if she relies 100% on her knowledge, which clearly not enough.

"Tell me what I need to do then." She persists on further, she sure is confident on doing this. "Well first of all, you need a co-pilot. Someone who knows how to drive." I suggested, inching closer as our shoulders now touch, I think we both know where we're leading. "And I know a person who could teach you a thing or two" I chuckled, with Eunha slightly pushing me away only for me to hold her hand so I kept my distance close, our faces just a finger apart. "Men sure are greedy." She sighed after whimpered, trying to break free. "Relax, we're partners anyways. You need to trust your co-pilot Eunha." Those were my last words before my lips reached hers, which I can feel a reply coming. Glad to know my hard work is paying off. "You aren't a bad kisser aren't you" a soft chuckle escaped my mouth when I pulled away, looking at her soft pale face blushing. "I just did it cuz we're partners" She replied, her chest pumping from the rush of emotions. Holding her hand and intertwining them together, I inched for another kiss. "Just follow my lead, your co-pilot got this~"

Her smaller body makes it easy for me to lift her on my office desk, resting her body on the solid wood while I kept my lips glued to hers. My hands travel to her shorts, aiming to play her mind a bit more, just to ease her up. With one hand I easily unbutton her shorts, pulling them down to her ankles, revealing her soft cotton panties, hiding her most prized treasure, a little circle soaking in the middle. "Clearly you're enjoying this~" my fingers pulled her panties to the side, revealing her lower lips soaking wet, pretty in pink. A slight touch with my index finger makes her whimper, she sure is sensitive. "Awww~ I love that sound. I want more" I circle around the entrance of her pussy, slowly inserting it inside. "Ngaaah~ y/n!" A little scream lets out of her mouth which I immediately cover with my free hand. "We don't want the boys to hear you do you?" She shook her hand, knowing we're both on the same page. Now in control, I started putting another finger in, pushing in and out of her tight pussy. Her hands forming knuckles to endure the pleasure she's receiving, my hand covering her steamy moans, I finally pulled my fingers out just to switch with my hard shaft inside her.

With my thick cock now fully inside you, i start to slowly thrust, pushing and pulling at a slow tempo as my new partner, Eunha, whimpers and muffles her moan as her voice is suppressed with my hand, the other hand holding her in place by grabbing her tight waste. The guys at this point are already starting to work on the car, they know Eunha will agree with my terms and modify the engine. Besides, it was her only shot of winning. But the car is probably the last thing in her mind right now. With my shaft in her tight pussy, her eyes looks dazed, almost as if she's drunk. Her moans were just getting louder as I gradually picked up a pace. My cock just got stiffer and more sensitive, getting close to climax. "Nghhh~ Eunha, I wanna cum." I moved my hand away from her mouth, just to let her respond and tell me where she wants it. "Nghhh~ just cum inside y/n~ I can't have your cum on display....so just do it in me~" she bit her lower lip, hoping her moans didn't attract the attention of the workers, my workers as they tune up the car. After a few more thrusts, I finally couldn't hold it any longer. "C-cummiiiiing~" I grunted, trying not to moan too loud, with the help of Eunha's small hand covering my mouth it did indeed help me not to make a scene with my moans as I filled her up with cum. The two of our moans were luckily synced with a loud noise coming from the work, so we didn't cause any of us getting caught. "So...hopefully we'll work well, partner~" I sighed, smiled as I ended with a smile.

A few days pass, filled with work to mod the car and also some 'team bonding' time, but we finally got to the race, revving up to the venue. The car felt much lighter, yet still easy to drive as Eunha looked confident on the wheel. "Someone looking pumped!" Being on the passenger seat I can see her smile, not a sweet one, more like a determined one. Just hope she realizes the dangerous guy she's up against. The crowd was cheering for her, praising the crazy ride she brought roaring through the night life of the road. All that attention began to fade away as the person everyone was waiting for finally drove in. A mean and intimidating rev fills the night air, lights flashing as if a high beam was put on the back of Eunha's Acura, mocking her. we both looked back, knowing who's here. "Well welcome to the game Eunha. Here's your challenge." I sighed, looking a bit shaky as the big and bad Ford GT LMT 2022 driving in.

As Lloyd's mirror slides down, the arrogant young adult smirks, looking up and down. "This better be worth my time, slut" A teasy smooch came from him which clearly made Eunha's heart filled with disgust. "You know he's a road killer right?" I tapped on her thighs, giving her a call to reality so she doesn't get too caught up in the mood. Yes, Lloyd is notorious for road killing, crashing into his opponents or forcing them into difficult spots which are impossible to get out of a serious accident, sometimes even lethal situations. I figured this was the reason Eunha wanted to beat her, as a humbling statement for this jackass. Personally, I don't give a fuck about Lloyd's behavior as long as they don't harm people I care, but now since I'm in the same car that Lloyd might kill, I have to care. Plus, can't risk losing a cute bunny like Eunha to an asshole that has the attitude of a 10 year old. After aligning our cars, the crowd cheers, hyped for the race. "Hey cutie! Try not to kiss my ass okay? I'm not into that weird shit, unless it's your face~" Lloyd's torment kept coming, but Eunha didn't care. She even let the window down, letting all of Lloyd's words come into her ears but not her mind. She seems locked in.

The race gets closer to it's beginning. Ready. Revving sounds roars as smoke fills the back of the two monster cars. Set. The two racer stops talking, both Eunha and Lloyd lift their windows up, ready for the final call. Go. As the call goes, tires screeching fills the ear lobes of the audience, silencing the crowd for a second only to make them cheer louder as they lift off, both Eunha and Lloyd are now off, starting the race. " Now just like I told you Eunha. Keep your distance bunny" I let out a little reminder, and important one if we both want to stay alive. Of course the futuristic Ford was on the lead from the get go, but it's a long 20km race, this is just the beginning. Eunha's Acura got an advantage with a smaller body frame, which made it easier to slide between traffic. The road has a lot of sharp turns so Eunha has to be careful with her speed, not to go too much and keep control.

A race will never be a safe race if it's Lloyd we're up against. His constant brake checking and closing in to Eunha whenever they're side to side is surely dangerous, making Eunha scared and hit the brakes, getting a bit too far behind half way through the race. "Fuck!" The stressed out Eunha shouted as she had to pick up pace to catch up, she's starting to lose focus. "Relax, we're still in the game cutie." A soft finger flick snaps her out, making Eunha look at me. We both smirked as she stepped on the gas and caught up with Lloyd. We were approaching a sharp slope, so we need to be extra careful not to cause some serious damage to the car and ourselves.

In the sharp turn, Lloyd fucked up, taking a turn too early resulting his car to drift a bit to the far end of the roadside. It gave a tight chance for Eunha's smaller car to slide in and cut past him. "Fuuuckk yeaah!" Eunha cheered as the road got back in a straight line, a wide smile appears on her face and beaming at me. "Cool down bunny~ we're not done yet." I sighed and pat her head as she kept on the drive, dashing through traffic to lose Lloyd off her tail. But with the horsepower of the Ford beast, it's nearly impossible, Lloyd caught up just moments after. With his car literally behind her, Lloyd's infamous behavior starts to reveal. Speeding up while tailgating Eunha's Acura, running over her and trying to knock her out, the scariest part of Lloyd's dangerous race driving. Panic rises, Eunha trying her best to keep the wheels steady but Lloyd's relentless driving, hitting the tail of her ride makes everything so scary. "Hang in there Eunha" I pat on her soft thighs, letting her calm down and wait for a moment to break free. And there was the moment we both hoped for, a truck right in front of us. We went to tailgate the truck which Lloyd didn't realise because well, either he was too busy trying to destroy Eunha's car or he's just pure stupid. Once we were close enough, we made sure to wait for a moment where Lloyd's Ford GT to ram up Eunha. When he did, Eunha swiftly took a sharp turn to switch lanes, forcing Lloyd to hit the truck. "Noooo!" The shocked Lloyd was terrified, having to run over the slow moving truck and crashed, not serious enough to immediately eliminate him from the race, but enough to buy us some time away from that asshole. Victory is now in Eunha's hands. Didn't take long before the Acura reached the finish line, Eunha won.

Eunha kept driving, trying to slow down. As the meter slowly goes down bit by bit, it finally reached zero as we stopped at an empty parking lot. "I won....I actually won..." Eunha muttered her words, her eyes looking at the steering wheel, still in shock and couldn't believe the outcome. She won, and that realisation soon hits as she screams out and hugs me. "WE WOOOOONNN!" Her soft cheeks touches mine, rubbing our faces as we hugged. Before we even noticed, the emotions, the adrenaline, every single drop of chemical clicked in. That satisfaction of victory turned into lust, and we have each other to fulfill it. Eunha's lips reached mine and before we knew it, we're already making out and enjoying each other, our tongues battling as we hold each other. I grabbed her tight waist as I moved her on top of me after leaning my seat lower so we can both fit on one seat.

With Eunha on top of me, I could feel her thick thighs pressing on me. It felt so smooth as she was wearing short jeans. As she leans her body on mine, our lips meet again. Feeling our kiss connecting our two bodies, I hugged her tight, holding her as we enjoy each other's mouth, tasting each other. "Y/n, I need you~" Eunha plead, and I could never say no to her. I opened the door and helped her off, kneeling on the floor. "Wait, Eunha." I took off my jacket and put them on the floor to make it less uncomfortable for her to be kneeling on the tarred floor. She grabbed my pants and guided them down to my ankles, pulling out my shaft that sprung out, pointing to Eunha's cute face.

With the cute little bunny on her knees, level with my cock, there's only one thing coming for her. Her mouth starts to open wide, taking my cock and slide it slowly inside her mouth as I feel her soft mouth slowly taking my length, with her plump lips enveloping my shaft. It felt like heaven and back, making me throw my head back as she slowly bobbed her head, slurping the taste of my cock slowly. As a source of motivation, I pat her scalp, encouraging her to go deeper. "Fuuuck yes Eunha pleaseee...go deeper oh my god!" Her lips, her mouth, my tip poking her throat, everything about this felt so good I need to do my best to contain myself just so I don't cum too soon. My words backfire as she only doubles her efforts, making it harder for me to last even though I try, holding it in before eventually, she pulls out and smirks and spits on my cock to make it wetter than it already is.

It was feeling so good, but there's no way we're stopping there. I stepped out of the car and guided Eunha to be putting her hands on the door, bending over. I need those thick thighs sandwiching my cock so bad. Holding her hips I slowly guided my cock between her soft meaty thighs. "Mmmh your cock is so wet~. Fuuuck it feels good~" Eunha bit her lips, feeling me thrust back and forth slowly as I moaned, being out public late at night in a parking lot like this, it's so risky yet so good, I love it. Her hands on the winning Acura as I kept on thrusting back and forth, moving my hips swayed and my face glued to hers, kissing her cute puffy cheeks. My hands got bored too and wanted some actions, travelling towards Eunha's soft upper body, groping them softly which made the bunny whimper. "Mmmmh~ yeaah y/n just like that~ oh god~" the cold breeze of the night didn't help settle down the mood either. it just made us more and more lustful, feeling the need to express our emotions physically out in the open on the car.

We both couldn't take it any longer. The expressions we were making made it clear we want to fuck. And we'll do just that. Holding Eunha's tight body, I carried her as I laid her on the back seat, her legs exposed out in the open while her upper body is in the car. I quickly align my cock with her entrance and thrust it in as fast as I could, the wetness of my cock surely helped. "Fuuuck~ y/n! It's so fucking goood!" Eunha screamed out as we're alone, we don't need to hold back, we just let out all that bottled up lust and excitement over the win. "Eunha...you're so tight~ fuck I'll fuck you all day if I could" I grunted as I started going back to a fast pace holding her legs as I piston my cock in and out of her, feeling her tight pussy wrapping my shaft, denying me to pull out. With each thrust getting closer to my climax, I just held her tight while grunting as I stared into her lustful eyes. "Fuuuck Eunha, I wanna cum for you so bad~" I grunted, my hips barely moving because I don't want to cum just yet. "Fuuuck~ just cum in me y/n. Fill me up~!" Eunha ordered, and what she wants is what I'll give. A few more deep thrusts and my load couldn't be held back anyore, I just let it all out and shoot every load of it inside her. "Cu-cummiiiiing~!" I exclaimed as I held her tight, hugging her tight waist as my cock spurts cum deep in her pussy, covering her insides while Eunha screams in pleasure and fills her tight pussy receiving every single drop of cum, leaving my balls emptied.

Both exhausted, we got in the car and cuddled, laying on the car's back seat, huffing and puffing to catch our breathe. "What a mess" Eunha broke the silence, ending up with both of us kissing whilst we cuddled, trying to cool down and relax. "Congratulations on your win, partner." I had to say it, she fully deserved it so a congratulations is much deserved. But I'm pretty sure what happened here was a congrats gift in her books~

[flowersandbigteeth]

Your drider boyfriend takes you to your new home

General Plot: After having a bad dream about your death, your drider mate finds a new home.

Word Count: 1K

Drider (Vass) x GN reader

Masterpost

W: sfw monster fluff

Pyldris was a beautiful drider city. You bobbed on Vass’s back as he carried you past the massive stone doors that led to the endless network of drider caves built into the mountain. 

You’d thought it would be dark, but it was more an eerie light show. A jungle of bioluminescent fungus and mosses lined the caves giving it a soft glow. The variety they came in was staggering and somehow seemed to make up for the lack of a forest. Glow worms wriggled on the ceiling making it seem like there were stars above and the sky was endless. 

Vass had chosen it because here, nests were short and wide caves that driders filled with their silk to be comfortable. There was still city infrastructure so it was modern and as a tailor Vass could find work anywhere. He was notably talented with weaving and sewing. 

The streets were a bit tighter than you were used to, with driders crawling up and around the walls and ceilings on threads of web stretched between stones, but the air smelled sweet and somehow there was a slight breeze running through the caverns. 

You saw a few other humans on leashes, but what surprised you the most were the couple of humans you saw walking around alone wearing little blinking collars and backpacks. You tapped Vass’s shoulder and pointed to one, confused. You hadn’t seen a lone human in a long time. 

“I chose Pyldris for a reason, Dumpling,” he said, pulling you to his front so he could see you and giving you a knowing smile, “this is one of the most human friendly cities in the kingdom. Humans are allowed off leash here and there’s no silencing law as long as your human is trained to be quiet. Sometimes their owners let them run little errands for them, those collars are so someone can return them in case they get lost.” 

Your eyes got wide and Vass looked as if he wished he hadn't said that. 

“I mean…when they are very experienced…I don’t know if you…” he trailed off and you stifled a smile. He was afraid you would get lost. That was okay. You weren’t sure you wanted to go running off in this strange colony of twisting caverns alone, just yet, but the idea that you could someday was a little exciting.  

Your eyes stayed big as you took in your new home in Vass’s arms. There were lots of caves with glowing signs you couldn’t read and even soft music drifted from a few of them which surprised you. The city you’d been in before had been almost silent except for the scurrying of drider feet. 

This place seemed much more bohemian and eclectic with stands displaying lit posters dotting the streets. If you had asked Vass he would have told you they were advertisements, but to you it looked like the whole city was decorated with fancy art of smiling driders. 

Vass turned down a relatively more quiet and dark corridor lined with mostly purple glowing fungus and stepped up about four feet into a large round hole big enough to fit his body. 

“Welcome home, Dumpling,” he said, setting you down so you could walk around. The ground under your feet was a bit spongey, not rough stone like you would expect.

You couldn’t see much, because it was very dark except for the glow worms and dangling fungus on the ceiling. It appeared to be a round cave, maybe, it was too dark to see the boundaries, but the ceiling was lower than your previous home. It was maybe twenty feet high to give the drider’s larger form some more vertical space. 

Your things had already been delivered and were all arranged in crates in the middle of the floor. The rest of the space was empty except the occasional left over web from the previous tenant. 

“Let me show you the best part!” Vass whispered at you, his red eyes glowing in the darkness like a beacon to guide you behind him. You heard the tinkle of water as you followed him into the very large bathroom.

It was brighter than the other rooms due to a unique flower that bloomed on the walls. They looked a bit like delicate azaleas but they glowed bright blue and were dusted with glittering pollen. Motes of sparkling dust hovered in the air near their blooms. 

“This is a hot spring,” he said, pointing to the pink glowing pool of water in the middle of the room, “the heat nourishes the flowers and they provide light, which help the algae in the pool grow and make it glow. The water is very good for your skin. It makes it soft.” 

He pinched your cheek playfully and you giggled. It was different, but you liked this cave a lot more than the scary nest you’d lived in before. For one, you could walk around instead of dangling precariously all the time and two it had pretty things to look at instead of just darkness. 

Vass looked at you more seriously. 

“Do you think you will be happy here, Dumpling?” he asked.

You looked up to him and nodded, lifting your arms to be picked up. He grabbed you with the smaller arms on his front and passed you up to the bigger ones. 

“Do you want to go shopping for decorations tomorrow?” he asked, “Pyldris has lots more shops than where we were before. Tonight I have to weave a hatch for the front door, but then we can explore!” 

You nodded and yawned ready for a nap, so Vass wrapped you up and stuck you to a fresh bit of webbing to sleep, a very safe five feet off of the floor over the special soft flooring he'd paid extra to have it lined with, while he worked on preparing his nest for the two of you. 

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝚃𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚔 - 𝙿𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚓𝚘𝚋|𝙵𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐|𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft At a Restaurant, Fem!Reader

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own Marvel or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 1,625

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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Tony has always been adamant that he needs to treat me like a goddess, and that, apparently, entails taking me to fancy restaurants at least once a week. That, and buying me accessories and clothes worth more than my entire hometown, all on a whim. I’ve tried to get him to stop, telling him that I don’t need the actual sapphire necklace Rose wore on the Titanic. Luckily, he’s starting to let up, slowly. In his own way. He’s still buying me presents for seemingly no reason, but they’re actually a reasonable price, now.

Usually, anyway. He insisted on taking me to a fancy restaurant that just opened in an area I never would have expected a Fancy Restaurant to be. He also insisted on buying me an evening gown specifically for the restaurant. I initially asked him why I couldn’t just wear any of the dozens of elegant evening gowns he’s gotten me thus far, and his response was just that this one “needed to be special.”

Now I can see why he specifically chose a dress with double leg slits that each reach up to practically my waist. I can also see, now, why he told me not to bother wearing panties underneath.

Tony’s sitting diagonally behind and beside me, his right arm curled around my body, resting on the booth’s seat just next to my hip. My leg is hooked over his and the front of the gown he’d bought specifically for tonight is laying over my other leg. My pussy is fully exposed to the entire restaurant as Tony plunges his middle and ring fingers in and out of me fast enough that the lewd squelching noise is almost louder than the moans he’s pulling out of me.

Apparently this restaurant is specifically for rich patrons who have an exhibitionism kink. My cheeks almost glow with how red they are, not only because of Tony’s assault on my insides, but because I can feel all the pairs of eyes on us, on me. I can feel so many if the other patrons staring at my dripping cunt as Tony shifts his hand just enough to position his thumb over my clit.

“Fuck, Tony!” I moan out in a high pitched voice when he starts to roughly rub over my sensitive bud and dually licks, sucks, and bites on my neck.

“You feel that, baby? All these people appreciating how fucking gorgeous you are and how spectacular all your noises are.” Tony mutters directly into my ear, his hot breath fanning over me and making my thighs shake.

“Fuck- fuck- yes- yes, yea. Yea, I fuckin’ feel ‘em.” I manage to whine out as he speeds up. His other hand moves to brush feather-light touches over my hip, up over my waist, until finally, he can reach into the strapless top of the dress and pull my tit out. The air is cool enough, despite the heat if sex flying all throughout the air from all the patrons alike, that my nipple pebbles immediately and Tony takes that in stride, palming my breast before squeezing my nipple in the juncture of his fore and middle fingers.

“You’re doing so good, baby, so so fucking good.” Tony presses more kisses to my neck and jaw. “Look up, baby, c’mon.” He prompts me to lift my head from where I have it angled down to watch him thrust in and out of my sopping cunt with low lidded eyes. I look up, as he instructed, and I can see men fucking up into the women accompanying them, some dually working their fingers into another. There are some men closer to us than the rest that are staring lustfully at us, a couple have a woman or two bobbing on their cocks.

Watching the men thoroughly enjoy their company reminds me of my own position. My legs drawn open with my womanhood fully on display with my fiancé’s fingers fully buried inside. My left hand is drawn back and clutching at Tony’s shirt, desperately trying to ground myself from the mind numbing pleasure he’s pounding into me, with just his fingers. My right is clutching on the clear glass table in front of us, my knuckles white as paper.

“F-fuck.. Oh, god, Tony, oh fucking god yes!” I saw a few couples look up at us and most of them continued to watch even as they sped up their own acts of pleasure. “Oh, fuck, yea..” I let out in a high pitched whine, the adrenaline coursing through my veins pumped even harder when I made eye contact with a man sitting parallel to us, fisting the hair of the woman choking on his dick. Looking down, I saw her bouncing on a dildo suctioned to the floor, the moulded balls having the restaurant’s logo printed boldly. The sight made me clench, feeling every part of Tony’s fingers pressed against my walls. The feeling had me nearly screaming as he curled his fingers, pressing directly into my g-spot.

“Fuck, Tony! You really got yourself quite the catch, huh?” One of the servers walked up, shamelessly palming himself through his tight black pants.

“Oh, you know it, Thomas..” Tony smirked, resting his chin on my shoulder as he smugly spoke with the man he, apparently, knew, not once halting his movements. Both his hands continued to pleasure me, his thumb pressing tight, hard circles on my clit while his other hand continuously groped my breast and tweaked my nipple, “Go on and say ‘Hi’ baby, this is an old friend of mine. He’s actually the one that told me about this place. You wanna thank him, sweetheart?” Tony prompted me, smug as ever as he knew I could barely get out his name through my moans.

“H-Hel-lo.. Fuck- Oh god- T-thank you.. Thank you!!” I called out, my back arching when Tony simultaneously curled his fingers into my g-spot, pinched and pulled my nipple, pressed harder against my clit, and sucked right on the most sensitive part of my neck. My orgasm ripped through me, making my vision go white, all my muscles tense up, and cum gush from my pussy.

When he felt my orgasm, Tony immediately began thrusting his fingers again with a new vigor, moving his hand up and down as well as he made me squirt. My fluids landed on the table in front of us, all over the smooth seat, and drenched his hand and part of his sleeve, as well as over parts of our clothing I couldn’t get myself to pay any mind to.

“Oh, fuuuck, baby. Oh that was gorgeous. So. So. Fucking. Gorgeous.” He punctuated each word with sloppy kisses to my neck and hard thrusts into my spent cunt.

“Oh, god, Tony. You really got lucky with her… My wife could never squirt like that..” The man, Thomas, I vaguely remember, ushered in an airy tone and pumped his cock that I haven’t a clue when he’d even pulled it out. He bit his lip and watched as my juices dripped from the seat and table onto the floor, almost looking like he wanted to lick it up.

“Oh, you have no idea, Thomas, no idea.” My fiancé smirked at his friend as he pulled his hand away from my overstimulated folds and began licking his fingers clean. He gave my breast one last squeeze before releasing it and haphazardly sliding my dress back up over it.

Looking away from his friend and cleaning his saliva from his hand on the restaurant’s napkin, he reached his right hand up and turned my head with it to face him. He pressed a loving kiss to my lips as opposed to the lustful, wanton kiss I was expecting, though the lewdness was still present when I could taste myself in his mouth.

“Mind bringing us the check, Thomas? I think my fiancée, here, would prefer we continue at home.” Tony spoke without looking at his friend, too busy looking in my eyes with love that overpowered the wafting of sex and lust around us.

“Sure thing, Tones, and, uh, make sure you give her another good one for me..” Thomas said with a smirk audible in his voice as he zipped himself back up.

As he left and Tony leaned in to press kisses to my cheek and up to my temple, I sighed happily as I chanced another look around the room. There I saw men all around us panting, seemingly from their own release, a few of their women with equally heavy breaths. Some of them, each, were still looking over at us and marveling at the glistening pool of my orgasm still dripping down. A woman bouncing on the man’s dick, she was with, was watching me as she clutched onto his shoulders, his back facing us. She made eye contact with me just as she came and her face as she reached her climax was gorgeous. Her expression sent a new wave of arousal down my spine and made me clench around nothing.

“Are you enjoying being the watcher, too, sweetheart?” Tony asked, smugness clear in his voice as he felt my shiver.

“Yes.. Oh god, yes.. You have to promise me we’ll come back here.” I rolled my head on his shoulder to look at him with a small smile on my swollen lips, both from his heated kisses and how much I was biting my lip to hold back full screams of pleasure. It was then that Thomas returned, a smile both filled with lust and joy at hearing a promise of return.

“Of course, honey. I’m so glad you liked it.” He leaned in and pressed another kiss to my lips.

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

8th Day of Christmas

A Supernatural Christmas Party

Summary/Prompt - Going to the Supernatural Christmas Party

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warning - SMUT

Christmas Masterlist | Masterlist

You’re just putting the finishing touches on your makeup as you feel hands on your waist. Your eyes meet with your boyfriend’s green one and you both smile.

“You’re so sexy, do we have to go to this party?” He asks.

“I flew all the way here to be your date, so yes we have to go.”

He pouts and then kisses your neck. He feels you shiver as the feeling. “You can still be my date right here in this room.”

“Jensen…” you turn around, take his hands and look in his eyes. “I promise, the second we get home I’m all yours. But you’re the colead, you can’t not go.”

He sighs. “Come on then, we’d better go before I change my mind and tear that sexy red dress right off you and throw you on the bed.”

“The second we get back you can.” You bend down to strap on your heels and he groans.

“I haven’t seen you in almost a month and now you dress all sexy and tell me I can’t touch. You’re evil.”

“You can’t tell me how evil I am when we get home later. For now though, take a deep breath, think of anything else and then meet me in the car.”

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Half an hour later you finally arrive at the fancy venue that Bob Singer hired for the night to celebrate the wrap of filming for the year. You walk in hand-in-hand with Jensen. Once you’re inside he takes your heavy coat and gets it cloaked along with his own overcoat. Leaving him in a simple black suit with a red bow tie and pocket square to match your dress. He leads you through the foyer to a large room where the rest of the cast and crew are already socialising. You scan the room for people you recognise. While you try to visit whenever you can, it is hard with you working elsewhere.

You were a guest star on a couple of episodes of Supernatural last season, that’s when you and Jensen hit it off, but when your character was written out you were forced to audition for other roles. You had hoped your next job would keep you in Vancouver at least, but no such luck. You’ve been filming at a set in LA. Long distance is hard, especially with different time zones and filming schedules, but you both understand that it’s just part of the job. And while you love each other, you also love your jobs, so you just do what you can to make it work.

Your eyes land on the tallest person in the room and his short wife. You both walk over to greet them. Gen pulls you in for a quick hug and Jared follows.

“Hey guys, great to see you again. I’ve missed you, Moose.”

He playfully punches you in the shoulder. “Missed you too Mouse.” Despite being a little taller than his wife, he had taken to calling you that while you were on set. You didn’t mind one bit, he always tried to make you feel comfortable and welcome on set. You actually met him before Jensen, but he came into your life like a whirlwind. He was directing the first episode you were on. Making him too busy and stressed to properly welcome you. But once he was back to simply acting you got to know each other a lot better and things progressed quickly.

“Want a drink, Sweetheart?” Jense asks you with a squeeze of your hand.

“Sure, just a glass of red. Thanks.”

He kisses your cheek and then walks off towards the bar. He stops along the way to greet other cast and crew members. You smile at him. Despite his earlier protests, you know he’s happy he came and that he would regret it if he didn’t. He loves his job and all the people he works with. That was one of the many reasons you feel so hard and fast for him. While long distance is hard, you would never ask him to give any of this up. It’s a family that he’s helped build and you’re just grateful to be part of it.

When he finally returns with your drink he apologises for his delay which you brush off with a kiss before you both do some more rounds chatting with everyone and wishing them well for the holidays.

Eventually a makeshift dance floor opens up in the middle of the room and he looks at you hopefully. He bows down dramatically and holds out a hand to you. “May I have this dance?”

You laugh and nod. “Why of course, kind sir.” He laughs too as he pulls you onto the dance floor. You play around through a few party songs until they slow it down. Then he pulls you close, his hands on your waist holding you close and swaying you to the music as yours rest around his shoulders with your head leaning against his chest. Throughout the song you end up grinding against each other a few times inadvertently. The second the song finishes and the room livens up again he leads you through the maze of socialising people and out to the empty foyer.

He presses you up against the wall and kisses you hard. “I can’t wait anymore, Baby. I need you. Please. I’ve missed you so much.”

You kiss him back and deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue against his. When he pulls back he looks down the hall for somewhere more private, not wanting to expose you in public. He hastily leads you into the small cloaking room and shuts the door before pushing you against it and resuming the bruising kiss. Knowing people will quickly notice the disappearance of someone as notable as Jensen, you reach for his belt undoing it but not removing it. His hands slip up under the hem of your tight dress pushing it up to your waist. He teases his fingers over you through your thin lace undies.

“Already so wet for me, Baby. You need this as much as I do.”

“Please, stop teasing.”

With that he kneels down to slide the offending garment off of you and shoves them in his pocket. Now face level with your bare heat, he presses a kiss to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You moan out loudly before slapping a hand over your mouth.

“Gotta stay quiet for me, Baby. Don’t want someone coming in here.”

You nod and bite your lip as he goes in again, but this time he slides his tongue along your slit. He then slips two fingers in, down to his knuckle.

“So ready for me already. Even after all this time.”

You nod frantically, not trusting yourself to not be too loud. He stands up and kisses you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You reach down to undo the button and zip of his dress pants. He’s quick to push them down to his knees.

“I need you,” you breathe out.

“I know, me too.” He squeezes your ass and you jump up wrapping your legs around his waist as he presses your back against the door. As he distracts you with another deep kiss he reaches down and teases himself against your folds a few times before sliding inside. He gives you a little time to adjust to his intrusion before setting a quick pace. Right now you both just need a release. He’ll worship your body and make slow love to you once you’re in the comfort of his apartment, but for now he just wants to make you cum.

He kisses down your neck as he continues his torturous pace. You feel him start to twitch inside you, so you squeeze your walls against him. Knowing he won’t last much longer he reaches a hand down to rub quick circles on your clit. You throw your head back against the door as you feel that rope inside you snapping. As he feels you squeezing and cumming around him he kisses you to muffle your moans and helps you ride it out before filling you up.

You stay like that for a few seconds while you both catch your breath and then he carefully sets your feet back on the floor. He pulls his pants and boxers back up and secures his belt before handing you back your underwear.

“Meet me back out there in five minutes. We’re saying goodnight to everyone and then going home for round two.”

You smile at him completely blissed out still but you try to compose yourself. You slip your underwear back on and straighten your dress back down over your thighs before running your hands through your hair. You search for a mirror to check your makeup and tidy it up before finally joining him back in the main room. The second you’re close enough he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close. You do a round of the room as he chats to everyone and thanks them for a good season and wishes them a merry Christmas. Once you make it back to the entrance he leads you back out the foyer, you collect your coats and then he speeds back to his apartment as safely as possible.

[mynameismckenziemae]

She’s a Fire-Chapter XVII

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/

Reader (no use of y/n)

Burning right through my mind

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: girl on girl and boy on boy kissing, p in v, etc.

The days pass quickly and January turns to February.

Sunny and Bob planned their engagement party the weekend before Valentine’s Day at a local, fancy-ish brewery.

You help decorate while the guys pick up the flowers and cupcakes and change with Sunny in the private bathroom before the guests arrive.

“Great minds think alike,” Sunny smiles as you pull on the black lingerie you bought with her that day the guys were deployed. You laugh when you turn and see she’s wearing the white set.

You pull on your black jumpsuit and help her zip the back of her dress as she sighs.

“As much as I love my parents and am so glad they’re here, I need a break after this.” Her parents were in town, staying in her and Bob’s guest room.

“Understandable. Why don’t you come over after? We can have a little after-party? I’ve got a bottle of Don Julio I’ve been wanting to open…”

“Have I ever turned down tequila?”

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A large calloused hand brushes over your ass and you smile as you smell Bradley’s familiar cologne. He stands beside you as you people watch.

“You look stunning,” he murmurs. “No underwear?”

“Thank you, you do too,” and he does, charcoal gray slacks and a black button-down. “And yes actually, I am. The set from the pictures.”

He sucks in a breath. “Sunny’s handprint there too? I saw you two come out of the bathroom together.”

“You know it.” You tease.

“Stop, you’re making me hard,” he chuckles. You think he’s joking but he moves behind you, pulling you against his front to prove it.

“You are insatiable. I love it and you.” You say, leaning your head back against his chest.

“I love you too, Row.” He kisses the top of your head.

“I invited Bob and Sunny back to the house for an after-party, I hope that’s okay. Sunny needs a break from her parents.”

“Yeah, of course.”

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The majority of the guests leave by 8 and you’re back to your place by 9. Bob and Sun pull in behind you.

You lead everyone to the living room and start to ask about the wedding but Sunny interrupts.

“Enough wedding talk for tonight. Where’s that tequila?” Sunny asks with a grin.

Bradley gets the bottle from the kitchen brings it back with a few beers for everyone and hands them out. He pops the top and takes a swig before handing it to Sunny, who passes it to Bob and then you.

Sunny’s perched on Bob’s lap in the recliner across from where your legs are draped over Bradley on the couch.

Bradley turns on music for some background noise and soon the energy shifts, everyone’s feeling buzzed.

“Let’s take it back. Bradley, truth or dare?” Sunny asks.

“Oh, Sunny-girl…truth.” He says and takes a swig from the bottle.

“I gotta know. Your callsign. What’s the story?”

“You’re never gonna let it go, are you?” He asks, and she shakes her head with a grin.

Bob snorts, he was told the reason shortly after he joined the squad.

“It’s a nod to my dad…” he starts and Sunny groans—the same thing he always tells her when she’s asked, “and, you know” his eyes flick to his groin and he flushes.

“I fucking knew it!” Sunny throws her head back and laughs, “That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

Bradley rolls his eyes. “Bob, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” he replies.

Even though he’s comfortable around you both now, Bradley goes easy on him. “Where’s the riskiest place you’ve had sex?”

Sweet, shy Bob blushes, but surprises you with his answer. “Probably the first time Sunny gave me roadhead. It doesn’t sound that risky but a cop stopped behind us at a red light and she uh…kept going.”

Sunny shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“Jesus Sun, you’re gonna give the man a heart attack” Bradley laughs. She smiles and takes a swig.

“Row?” Bob asks.

“Truth” you reply, not yet ready for a dare.

“I hear you have quite the collection… what’s your favorite sex toy?

You smile, and cup Bradley, who grunts. “This one, second would be the bullet vibe.”

“Sunny, truth or dare?” You ask.

“Hmm I’ll keep it going, truth.”

“Have you ever kissed another woman, besides me?” You wink at her.

The guys look at each other. “When did you guys kiss?” Bradley asks.

“Just you, Row” Sunny replies to you and then answers Bradley. “In college, we made out at a frat party for some contest they were doing. We won though.”

Bradley’s cock twitches under your thighs.

“Easiest $100 I ever made,” you laugh.

“Agreed and you’re a great kisser. Bradley, your turn again.”

“I’m not gonna be the first dare, not from you,” he chuckles, “Truth.”

“Pussy, fine. Have you ever kissed a guy? Would you?” Sunny asks.

“That’s two. But no I haven’t, and yeah I’d try anything once,” he takes another swig from the bottle.

“That’s really hot,” you blurt out, your filter apparently gone from the tequila.

Sunny nods eagerly.

“Bob?” Bradley questions.

“Truth,” he replies, his focus on his fingers that are playing with Sunny’s curls.

“How ‘bout you? Ever done anything with a guy? Ever want to?” Bradley asks, his hand not holding his beer kneads your legs on his lap.

“Nah, I haven’t either. I’d be willing to try it, to see how different it’d be than kissing a girl…” he trails off as Sun turns and gives him a look. You can’t see her face, but Bob flushes and smiles before he takes a drink of his beer.

“Rowan?” Bob asks.

“Someone’s gotta go first,” you sigh. “Dare.”

“I dare you to kiss Sunny,” Bob says without hesitation, like he’s been waiting for it.

You look to Bradley to gauge his reaction.

“Go ‘head. Let’s see how you two won that contest.” He approves, his cock fully erect now under your thighs.

Your eyes turn to Sunny. She smiles and rises den Bob’s lap.

You meet halfway, both kneeling on the cushioned ottoman between the furniture. Sunny brushes her lips over yours before leaning in by your ear, “Wanna give them a show?”

You nod imperceptibly, hands trailing up her arms.

“Follow my lead, you can stop anytime.”

You answer by weaving your hands into her curls and bringing her lips to yours.

You hear Bob inhale sharply while Bradley curses under his breath. It’s so much different than kissing Bradley; her lips are soft and gentle, less demanding. Bradley’s kisses consume you. She licks into your mouth and you sigh.

Her hand reaches under your hair and unsnaps the button of your jumpsuit at the nape of your neck, pulling it down your arms. You step over it on your knees after it’s past your butt and it hits the floor.

You unzip her dress and her out of it too, Bob reaching out to help it past her knees.

Sunny’s hands find your ass and squeeze; you gasp when her hand disappears only to spank you a second later. You smile against her lips when you hear Bradley’s strained “fuck”.

Your left hand untangles from her hair and finds her lace-clad breast, while your right pulls her head back to kiss her neck. She moans as you pinch her nipple.

“Christ,” Bob mutters and you hear him shift.

You continue your ministrations on her nipple as you guide her lips back to yours.

You and Sunny continue kissing, teasing each other and the boys. When you finally pull back, you’re both breathing hard.

Your eyes flick to Bradley. He’s leaning back, one arm over the back of the couch, the other on his erection; simultaneously trying to relieve the pressure and conceal it; eyes are half-lidded and full of lust.

“I can see why you won,” Bob murmurs. His shy demeanor is gone, replaced by a quiet, confident dominance.

“Your turn,” Sunny giggles.

Bob surprises you again and stands, grasping Sunny’s chin and kissing her deeply before pulling away and rubbing his thumb over her lower lip.

He steps halfway around the ottoman and looks at Bradley with a slight quirk in his brow.

Bradley stands and walks over. You hold your breath as his eyes dip to Bob’s lips. You’re not sure who moves first but your heart starts to race as their mouths meet.

Their kiss starts off hesitant, and curious.

“Holy shit,” Sunny breathes, and you nod.

Holy shit, indeed.

Bob’s hands reach up and start to unbutton Bradley’s shirt, pushing it off his shoulders before doing the same to his own. Bradley’s hand goes to the back of Bob’s neck, his thumb pressing into the hinge of his jaw. In turn, Bob tugs Bradley closer by his belt loop.

It’s so much hotter than you could’ve imagined. Thick biceps and forearms trail over each other’s toned abdomens. Bob’s leaner compared to Bradley’s bulk; they complement each other perfectly.

A groan slips from Bradley as their hard-ons brush and another wave of arousal rushes through you, settling between your thighs.

They pull apart, chests heaving as they turn to you and Sunny.

“We had a lot to drink tonight. Why don’t you guys stay in the guest room down here? I, uh…think we might go to bed.” You say to Sunny, but your eyes are on Bradley.

“Yeah, I agree,” Bob says, holding his hand out for Sunny.

Bradley doesn’t even try to be discrete, he just throws you over your shoulder and carries you to the stairs. “Bradley! I can walk, put me down! Hey!” You yelp as he swats your ass, climbing the steps.

Sunny laughs but Bob says, “I wouldn’t laugh, or you’ll be next.”

She backs away, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me,” he says lowly.

“Run, Sunny!” You call, laughing as you lose sight of them.

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Bradley tosses you on the bed and shucks his pants and boxer briefs as you pull your panties off.

He leans down to for a kiss and pushes into you; the last hour was all the foreplay you both need.

“Oh God,” he groans hoarsely, as you dig your nails into his ass when he bottoms out.

“Shhhh, baby. They’ll hear us,” you murmur in his ear, and feel his cock twitch inside you. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Should we invite them up here? Let them watch as you fuck me?”

He shakes his head, but his hips move faster.

You slip your hand between the two of you to circle your clit. “Or…they could watch as I fuck you.”

“Fuck, Row. You gotta stop or you’ll make me cum,” he grits out.

“No,” you sigh, your release in sight. “You’ll wait for me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he pants.

You torture him a little longer, pulling desperate whines, whimpers, and groans from him as you edge yourself.

“Please, Row. Pleasepleaseplease, I don’t-I can’t….” He whines against your shoulder, the rhythm in his hips beginning to falter.

You decide to put him out of his misery. You press a little harder, circle a little tighter and you’re there. A strangled moan leaves you before you bite his shoulder, trying to muffle the sounds of your release. He follows, pumping you full of his cum as he groans quietly into your neck.

Bradley tucks you into his side and the effects of the alcohol pull you both under, but not before the muted sounds of pleasure and the rhythmic banging of the guest bed rise to a crescendo.

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A/N: this week was incredibly exhausting.

I’m sorry. As much as I tried, I could not figure out a way to include Nat and Jake without it being too out there. I also wasn’t sure how to have Bradley and Bob doing stuff together when it was both if their first times kissing another guy.

I hope you guys still like it!

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[angeltannis]

So I listened to the entire Echoes from the Borderlands podcast #1 about BL1 and there wasn’t really too much of substance lore-wise, but the tidbits I appreciated were

-They wrote the entire story of BL1 in “about 40 hours”. Like, 1 work week. It shows tbh

-Angel’s name during development was VOG (pronounced like “vogue”), for “Voice of God”

-Tannis in BL1 was written by an autistic person! (Mikey Neumann) He said he drew on his own experiences as a person on the spectrum and how it would affect one’s reaction to trauma when writing her BL1 characterization.

-Lilith, Roland, Mordecai, and Tannis are all names from the Old Testament, but they didn’t really have any reason for doing that besides making it seem like there were deep meanings behind the names LOL

-They named the game “Borderlands” because they viewed it as an area in-between other areas (being the first RPG/shooter hybrid) . Randy compared it to an area of grassy concrete next to a highway but before the trees

-Randy originally wanted BL1’s gameplay to be a perfect loop, where you defeat the Destroyer and then Marcus pulls up in the bus and it’s the character select screen again. They added the Hyperion satellite and the Interplanetary Ninja Assassin Claptrap end scene literally just for shits and giggles and had no intention of following up on it. (They didn’t even plan to do DLC for BL1 at all)

-They started working on BL2 before BL1 even released

-Randy originally didn’t want a robot character, he thought it was “trite” and overdone, but once they made Claptrap into an annoying failguy he changed his mind and liked him.

-Before they got Cage the Elephant for the opening cutscene, Mikey wanted to try for some Bob Dylan song lol… and apparently Randy said No chance he’s gonna let us put one of his songs in this stupid ass game (not even kidding, that was his reasoning for picking another artist)

-Crazy Earl hiding behind a door was 100% a cost-cutting measure because they didn’t have the budget (or time) to design another character model

-the illustrated ink bits with Marcus’ storytelling at the beginning came from one of the guys just fucking around in After Effects very shortly before the game went gold

-it seems like the majority of this game was made that way lol. The title cards were Mikey fuckin around in Photoshop, the initial trailer was his very first trailer edit, and half the voices were just him and Randy because they didn’t have the budget for too many fancy VAs

-they like the art style of the series, but they also feel like it holds the series back somewhat. Randy mentions numerous instances of players rejecting the game on the basis of wanting something more realistic. (To which he says Fuck that lol and I agree)

-Related to that, they said they tend to focus more on what they want to create rather than how well they think it will or won’t do in the gaming market.

-They feel like developing the BL series is getting progressively more fun as they expand the world and see how far they can develop the setting, characters, and weapons.

[candy-red-river]

I don’t hear enough people talking about this but what if ethereal q is Luther and Randal’s father, hear me out, I know that old comic you mentioned seems like pretty substantial evidence to prove that there is no blood relation between the two of them but usually during the writing process of a story some concepts tend to get dropped or changed over the course of the production, so it might not be cannon anymore but while scrolling through q’s character info page I noticed the physical/behavioral traits between Randal Luther and ethereal q, such as the similar eye shape Randal and ethereal q share and Luther and q both have the Bob cut aswell as an air of class but combined with some of Randal’s own odd tendencies, he just strikes me as an older wiser version of Randal too for some reason, though I see what you mean when you think they’re siblings but what they are not fully blood related, they maybe paternal half siblings but I could be wrong

Tbh that IS an interesting theory and brings up a good question. Where ARE their parents?? Both of them are seemingly mentioned despite being a "family" (that mind you, only confirmed to consist of 2 siblings and their "human" pets.)

Despite a few things from the website (like his origin and his first comic appearance being him trying to kiss nyon and luther), I think it's still possible!! Maybe he could be randals dad or at least a father figure which could explain both of their behavior to an extent or Luther's fanciness

Hell, them being half brothers could still apply to the old comics even, with an astranged relative telling luther about randal.

Also, yeah the comics might not be canon

Also here is an image of randal being traumatized by milk lmao

[dujour13]

A little romance to kick off February ❤️

(instead of not-a-date it’s wait-is-this-a-date)

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“May I take your cloak, sir?”

Woljif dodged the man reaching for his shoulders until he noticed from the corner of his eye that Siavash didn’t seem bothered.

“It’s new, don’t mess it up.” Following the chief’s lead he allowed himself to be decloaked, clamping his arms protectively over his pockets while the waiter whisked off his cloak and hung it to steam dry next to Siavash’s by the fireplace.

Nervously Woljif took in the room, his instinct taking mental note of valuables and escape routes: wood-paneled walls, blazing hearth, the kind of fancy paintings that only looked like something if you squinted, a dozen candlelit tables in crisp white linen, gleaming crystal wineglasses and silverware he reckoned he could easily get seven and a half per set for. Beyond the kitchen, the back doors were flung wide to let out fragrant steam, and a whole contingent of cooks and wait staff stood there smiling like rubes and bobbing their heads to the Knight-Commander.

As they were escorted to a table in the front nook, he caught Siavash’s flushed, bright-eyed gaze and began to feel something was expected of him.

“Swanky place, chief. I thought we were headed to the Half Measure.” He yanked his chair out of the waiter’s hands and scooted it in himself.

“This place just opened. They have Andoren specialties.”

Seemed harmless enough, but Siavash still looked like he was waiting for something.

“Uh. Andoren, huh? Like what?”

As Siavash explained, using a lot of words like “braised” and “flambé,” Woljif fidgeted. All this talk was making him hungrier.

“Woljif, you’ll be needing that dessert spoon.”

He took it out of his pocket and put it back on the table.

Through the windows angled around their table, they could see figures hurrying past on the darkened street, cloaks pulled tight against slanting wind and rain. Within, candles shed a cheerful pool of bronze light that glinted from polished dinnerware. It didn’t fail to cross Woljif’s mind that he had always been on the other side of that glass, dreaming of what it would be like to be sitting here. His stomach responded audibly to the memory.

“I guess you’re hungry.”

“We missed the mess bell by an hour, chief. I’m ready to eat my boots. Flambé.”

For some reason Siavash seemed to find this really funny. At last he brushed a tear from the corner of his eye and leaned back comfortably in his chair, which brought his legs forward so that one ankle rested against Woljif’s, and gave him that expectant look again.

Woljif glanced about, searching for clues. The waiter served Siavash wine and Woljif a glass of flavored water with a slice of some kind of fruit wedged on the lip. Other patrons seemed to be avoiding looking their way too often, respectful of the Knight-Commander’s privacy. A halfling couple at a low table across from them were engrossed in conversation and he watched as one of them took the other’s hand across the table, their fingers twining together.

Oh.

“So um. What’s the occasion?” Woljif asked as lightly as he could with volcanic heat surging to his face.

Siavash beamed. “No occasion. I just thought I’d take you out.”

“Like on a—on a date?”

In response Siavash reached across the table with his palm open, and when Woljif placed his nervous and slightly chilly hand in his, grasped it gently. “Yeah. A date. You all right?”

Only then did Woljif become aware that the whooshing sounds behind him were not the wind or someone sweeping, but his own tail stripping the restaurant’s decorative fern of its leaves. He wound it around his chair.

“Sure. I just didn’t expect…”

“I should have warned you. I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“It is!” Woljif almost shouted. “I mean, yeah. Just not used to bein’ what’s it called.”

“Courted.”

“Right. That’s not to say I never had a date before. I’ve had a few, you know. Pretty busy guy, not much time for that stuff.”

“Thanks for taking the time for me,” said Siavash in a low voice, and Woljif felt suddenly like he’d evaporated, like his body had no mass and he might float to the ceiling. Under the table he felt their ankles slide together and had the urge to grip his chair with his free hand to stay grounded.

This was what the Count meant and what those novels were on about, but it turned out the reality was so much nicer. All the times he’d pressed his nose to the windowpane and gazed longingly at the warmth and food beyond his reach he’d never imagined himself having them in such good company.

“I guess I can spare an hour or two for the Knight-Commander,” he joked, his voice a little thick.

The candlelight made Siavash even more handsome, glowing in his burnished gold hair and dancing in his laughing hazel eyes. Slightly dizzy, Woljif sniffed his drink suspiciously.

“It’s not alcoholic,” Siavash reassured him.

When the amuse-bouche arrived, a tiny bowl of fish soup hardly bigger than a walnut complete with tiny croutons and a doll-sized spoon, Woljif again had to take a cue from Siavash not to call the waiter back and give her a piece of his mind. It turned out pretty good, and there was a lot more on the way: sautéed mushrooms in little copper pots, beef simmered slowly in red wine until it melted in your mouth, roasted potatoes in rosemary and sea salt, vegetables with fancy names glazed with butter and honey, fresh flaky bread still warm from the oven.

Woljif had always reckoned that food was food. He had his favorites like cherry rolls and spicy pastries, but when the Count got to waxing poetic about fine cuisine he was skeptical.

This though—

“Aright, I gotta give it to ‘em,” he said through a mouthful, hunched over his plate with both elbows on the table, mopping up wine sauce with a crust of bread, “this ain’t half bad.”

Siavash seemed to be enjoying every bite Woljif took just as much as he did. He paused in his story just to grin.

Woljif ordered more bread by waving the basket at the waiter. “Wait, so you took a Korvosan Arbiter to a brothel?”

“No, not really,” Siavash laughed. “I just knew the suggestion would get him out of there. One more word and he was going to start a war. Fortunately he was too drunk to walk down to the port so we steered him to his chambers instead and left him with his head in a bucket.”

“He’s lucky he didn’t wake up naked in a ditch in Nidal.”

“Oh, I think the Duchess had much worse than that planned for him by the time we got him out of the banquet. Imagine being devoured slowly by a teacup dinosaur.”

When at last the bill came Woljif had completely forgotten about his nerves and was leaning back complacently in his chair with both hands folded over his replete stomach. The warmth where his shin rested against Siavash’s seemed to have radiated to the rest of his body.

“This was nice, chief. Thanks.”

“It was. I hope it compares well with all those other dates you’ve been on.”

Woljif made a face. “Sure does.”

“So what would be your dream date? For future reference.”

“This but not in the fucking Worldwound.”

They had another good laugh but one look at the bill had Woljif back on his guard in an instant. He glanced meaningfully towards the door.

“Something tells me we wouldn’t get away with it. You’re almost as famous as I am around here these days.”

“Yeah, has its disadvantages,” Woljif sighed. With tremendous reluctance he fished in his pocket but Siavash insisted on taking care of it and couldn’t even be talked into writing it off as a Crusade expense.

Back out on the street they walked close to keep out the chill. As soon as they rounded a bend into an unlit street Woljif seized Siavash’s hand, a little roughly as if swiping something from a store shelf, but with sincerity.

“What about your dream date, chief?”

“This was it,” smiled Siavash, breathing in the night air. “Danger on all sides, the bold heroes finding comfort in camaraderie and a rare moment of respite. Good food. And you.”

“Hells, you are such a sweet talker.”

[rik-mayall-owns-my-heart]

Imagine Kevin trying to work up the nerve to ask you out

Kevin Turvey x GN!Reader

Fluff!

Warnings: none

Summary: A fun little imagine I conjured up about the cutest investigative reporter. Pretty much what the title says, Kevin working up the nerve to ask you out, enjoy💛

(Gif not mine, credit goes to whoever made it)

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Pacing back and forth by the river for goodness knows how long, Kevin had been working up the nerve to ask out his crush and long time best friend, you. As well as rehearsing various lines and approaches for you. Which was tricky for him, to say the least.

Although he was somewhat confident initially, he quickly realizes that this is going to be a lot harder than he thought it'd be.

"Right". Kevin takes in a breath, straightening his posture before speaking,

"Hello Y/N, we've been friends for like a while, right and I've been wondering if you'd fancy going out...with me." Kevin only shakes his head. " I need to be more confident, they'd like that, I bet."

Taking a straighter stance and lifting his chin, slightly grimacing his face into a more serious expression, he starts again,

"Oy there love. I like you and you like me too, let's go out" he says in a comically cocky manner, wriggling his shoulders and bobbing his head a little when speaking.

Then he pauses, eyes moving to the ground in thought.

"Perhaps that's a bit too forceful." He says, relaxing his stance. "Right, straight to the point then.."

Kevin takes in another breath before blurting out in a rapid pace "Hello Y/N, for some time now I've grown romantic feelings for you, like, I like you much more than a friend. Fancy a date with me?" He pierces his lips closed and visibly tenses up.

As if holding in a breath, he lets out a sharp exhale with a slight slouch of his back, brushing a hand through his hair in a mixture of deep thought and frustration.

"We've known each other for years now, why in the bloody hell is this so difficult!" He exclaims in utter annoyance. His voice slightly cracking at the end of his sentence.

Although it was hard for Kevin to recognize it, the reason he was stressing over this so much is because his feelings for you were deep and genuine and the last thing he wants to do is mess up the first step of confessing his feelings for you and yes, taking you out on a proper date. You were perfect to him, so this confession must be equally so. He's never felt this way about anybody before, not even about Theresa Kelly. No, these feelings were much more serious, Kevin couldn't stop thinking about you, your laugh, the way you'd listen to his ramblings about whatever mundane investigation he was fixated on without ridiculing or making fun of him, the way you'd smile at him when you'd greet him before a hang out, and the kindness you'd shown him was something that made his heart pitter-patter in a most wonderful way. He was downright smitten with you, although he didn't realize it right away, only expressing confusion at how he'd get butterflies when he saw you or how his heart sped up when you'd look him in the eye but when he finally does realize it, it hit him like a ton of bricks. Then came the overthinking and fussing over how to tell you, if he should tell you and the worry that his feelings would ruin your friendship because he truly didn't know if you even felt romantically towards him at all, let alone as strongly as he felt for you. Was this gamble of spilling his feelings out for you even worth it? He didn't know but what he did know is that he at least wanted to give it a shot. Truth is, he was terrified of the idea of another man wooing you and taking you away from him. He couldn't even stomach the thought without feeling a little nauseous. And who knew! Maybe you felt the same for him as he did you! There was only one way to know for sure. Which brings us back to now.

"This is utterly useless!" He says with a small stomp.

"Forget the lines, forget the plans. I'll approach them and say whatever comes natural, in the moment. Improvisation." Head bobbing lightly and eyes gazing off into the water, his nerves eat away at him but Kevin's defiance overcomes the nervousness, if not a bit aggressively.

"Oh bugger it!" Fueled by determination alone, he sets off for your house.

[perpetualproductions]

If We Were Vampires (Pt. 1)

(name wip) (yes, pt.1 does imply more than one part. I wrote more than I thought I did.)

-Jordan Li is turned into a Vampire. What now?

-A Limoreau fic, with a focus on Jordan Li as a vampire.

-Did you read the part about Jordan Li being a vampire?

-NOT edited by any means. This was written at 4 am, so pls forgive any spelling/grammar errors

~ 2k words

CW: mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs, descriptions of blood (can't think of any other, let me know if there are).

Masterlist | Next->

When Jordan came too, they had no idea where they were, but wherever it was, it was cold and dark, and they were laying down on a hard wet surface. Which they realized was the damp concrete ground. They went to move, but their eyes shut quickly as they winced in pain, hand quickly going to massage their neck. Who knew laying on the ground gave you a very sore neck. They slowly sat up, opening their eyes and taking in their surroundings. They were in some back alley way, laying against some trash bags and discarded cardboard boxes. The only thing providing Jordan with any light was the moon that hung above them. They rubbed their eyes, hoping they would better adjust to the dark, as they ran their small hands through their bob and let out a breath.

How did they get here? How long had they been out? They tried their best to recall their day, but it was all foggy. They remember waking up this morning in bed. It was cold so they decided to stay cuddled in the covers and… Marie was there, as she had been for a few mornings now. They had their first class together, but had to split off for the rest of the day. They planned on meeting up at a party Emma had mentioned to them taking place in some rich kid’s apartment in the city (well, their parents fancy ass apartment, but they were out of town or something). This is where things got foggy…

They vaguely remember driving to the party, excited to see Marie and the rest of their friends there after a long day of school work. Then, something happened… they don't remember what exactly, but it had grabbed their attention. And now, here they are, seemingly hours later, sitting in a dark alleyway with a sore neck.

Had they gone to the party and just partied too hard? No, that didn't sound right. Whatever caused Jordan to black out must have been serious, cause they do not black out easily. They were really worried now. They needed to get back to campus, figure out what the hell happened, and they needed to find Marie, make sure she was okay. They hope whatever happened to them didn't happen to Marie too.

They quickly pat their pockets down, trying to find their phone, but nothing. No phone, wallet, keys… maybe they were mugged and they were too drunk to do anything? Who fucking knows at this rate.

Tired of just sitting there and letting their thoughts spiral, Jordan pushed themselves up to their feet, needing to grab the wall as they swayed a bit. They did feel a bit woozy, but not in a drunk sort of way. It was more of a “they haven't eaten all day” kind of lightheadedness. Speaking of… they actually found themselves feeling very hungry. Their stomach felt empty like they hadn't eaten in days. It was almost painful. How long were they even out here? There were too many questions and not enough action. They needed to get back to campus.

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Jordan had been wandering for a while. It must have been real late, cause not many people seemed to be out. They were definitely on the sketchier side of town, opting to switch into their male form after some looks thrown their way by the city night dwellers. Their iconic bomber jacket wasn't doing much to stave off the cold night. It usually did the job, but for some reason they just couldn't stop shivering. On top of their pained stomach, they developed a pounding headache. Every light was too bright and every sound too loud. It's like their senses were being overwhelmed, even in the relatively still night. They were really starting to think they got whammied by some supe and dumped out in an alley as some fucked up prank. Whatever or whoever was behind it was gonna be in for it once Jordan finds out.

They finally came across some streets they recognized and followed them to the main road that would take them back to Godolkin. At this rate, they were really hoping to hitch a ride, cause that walk was gonna be excruciatingly long.

As luck would have it, after walking along the road for about 20 minutes, they heard a car coming up from behind them. They looked back and caught what looked to be a red pickup truck. They quickly brought their thumb up, displaying the universal hitchhiking sign.

They breathed a sigh of relief as they watched the truck slow to a stop right next to them. In the driver's seat was a young woman with dark blonde hair, wearing a simple white shirt with a red coat over top. Jordan admits that they were a bit surprised, definitely expecting some creepy old dude that would offer to drive them up to his farm just to be murdered. But Jordan should know better than to stereotype.

“Hey there, what are you doing out here so early?” The woman asked kindly. Even though one could see the tiredness in her eyes, she spoke with a polite smile on her face.

Jordan slowly approached the car window, keeping a fair distance just to be safe. Sure they were currently indestructible, but God were they still in pain. They really tried to not let it show though, as they returned a similarly polite smile. “Hey, I uh, sort of got ditched by my friends at a party, and I don't have a ride. Do you think I could catch a ride to Godolkin University? It shouldn't be too far ahead… please.” Jordan added, making sure they were being polite. They were really getting tired of walking.

“Godolkin University? That's the Supe college, right?” She asked.

Jordan just nodded tightly in response, the pounding in their head still persistent.

Whether she noticed they were in pain or not, they didn't know, but she did give them a slightly sympathetic look. “Alright, hop in. It's only a ten minute drive or so from here.”

Jordan breathed in relief as they made their way to the backseat of the truck. They thought about sitting in the passenger seat, but sitting in the back felt a bit safer, like this was just an Uber ride and not a stranger picking up a hitchhiker. “Thank you so much, ma’am.”

“Oh, please don't call me ma'am. I'm only 32. Rebecca is just fine, thank you.”

“Right. Sorry. Thanks, Rebecca.” Jordan reiterated.

“No problem. I was heading in that direction anyway, so it's really no trouble. You also don't look to be doing so well. Should probably take it easy on the partying.” She commented lightheartedly.

Jordan gave a tight smile. “Yeah, you're probably right.”

The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Well, it was silent for one of them… For Jordan, it was almost torture. The pounding in their head was getting louder and louder, echoing in their ears. They could barely think straight. They thought about Marie in that moment, and her ability to hear heartbeats. Was this what it was like? The constant thrumming in your ears? Marie had mentioned once that she had to learn to tune out all the noise, learning to hone in and focus on one at a time. They weren't sure why, but Jordan tried to do just that, closing their eyes and focusing on their heartbeat. And that's when they noticed it… there were two sets of beating. It wasn't just coming from their head. Jordan opened their eyes and almost immediately they were drawn to Rebecca. More specifically, her neck.

It's like they could feel her pulse beating from there, their eyes focussing on the feeling. Suddenly, they felt their stomach growl, reminding them of their hunger. The world around them started to blur. All Jordan could focus on was this woman's neck. It was almost animalistic, the way their mouth slowly fell open, salivating when a slight breeze wafted her scent towards them.

It took a while for them to register that they were being spoken to, being pulled out of their trance when they realized the car had stopped moving.

“Hey, did you hear me? If you're gonna be sick, puke outside of my car, okay?” The woman spoke seriously.

Jordan's eyes flicked between her face and her neck, the pull still there. They swallowed as they tried to compose themselves. “I- sorry. I just… need a minute.” Jordan mumbled as they stumbled their way out of the car, cause they did feel sick, but not from any hangover. They felt sick to their core, like if they didn't satiate their hunger they would die. They got out of the car as fast as they could, the feelings were overwhelming, they felt as though they couldn't breathe.

They bent over, resting their hands on their knees as they tried to breath, trying to focus on anything else than the alluring scent coming from the woman in the car. Suddenly, they felt a hand on their shoulder. Jordan jerked away from the touch, turning around only to be face to face with Rebecca. She was about the same height as they were in their current male form, which meant their eyes didn't have to travel far to reach her neck.

She had a worried look on her face as she watched Jordan seemingly dazed as they stared at her neck. “Hey kid, are you sure you're alright?” She spoke slowly as she leaned in a bit closer to grab their attention. And that was her last mistake…

Before Jordan could even register anything, they found themselves leaning forward, grabbing Rebecca and bringing their mouth to her neck. They felt their teeth ache for a second before diving in and biting down on her neck. They felt her skin break as their teeth sank in, releasing what they didn't even know they were craving till now. Blood. It was sweet and tangy, the most delicious thing they've tasted. The second it hit their tongue, they knew they needed more. So they stood there, clinging onto this woman's body as they sucked more and more of her blood out of her body. Jordan felt them slowly go limp in their arms, having to hold them up as they continued feeding. It felt so good, so invigorating. The hunger and pain they felt moments before faded away and was replaced by pleasure.

Before they knew it, there was no more blood to drink, as they finally pulled away from her neck. That's when everything came crashing back. The hungry haze they were previously in lifted, yanking them back into reality. They looked down at the body in their arms… cold, limp, lifeless. The clear bite mark on her neck that looked like it came from an animal shook Jordan to their core. They froze in horror. They couldn't believe it, this couldn't be real. This had to be some fucked up dream they were having and they'll wake up any minute now, in their warm bed with Marie cuddled up with them. But no. No matter how much they tried, they weren't waking up from this.

After a minute or so, they snapped out of their frozen state. They couldn't stay there, they had to do something. In a panic, they dropped the woman's body, watching it fall and hit the ground with a graceless thud. Just then they saw just how much of a mess they made. The woman's previously white shirt, now stained red like her coat. Jordan looked down at their own clothing, their own white shirt also stained red with blood. They look up and catch their reflection in the car window. They stand there stunned, staring at themselves, their entire chin stained with blood, their lips now a deep red. In a panic Jordan tries to wipe the blood off, not being very successful. Their heart was racing, their mind going into overdrive, and without a second thought, they switched into their female form and began to run away.

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Hope you enjoyed!!

Might also post on AO3, haven't decided yet.

🫢 (part 2 is already written. Could probably release it later today. Who knows.)

[linwelinwrites]

How I use Google Docs to write fiction

There are so many different options when it comes to how and where you write your fiction. There's ye olde MS Word, there's Scrivener, and Manuskript, and Evernote, and Notion, and... you get the gist. But out of all the options I've ever considered or tried out, GDocs is the one I keep choosing. It's what works best for me. I'll say that again, just in case: it's my personal choice because it's what I, personally, find most intuitive, it has everything I need and I'm comfortable with it.

Which is why I want to tell you how I find it useful, so that you can evaluate what works best for you.

My favourite things about GDocs are:

It's 100% free to use, no ads or limited features.

How easy it is to get used to, because of its many similarities with MS Word (which is what I used for school and extracurriculars when I was young).

Sync with the Docs & Sheets mobile app, to write wherever, even if I don't have my laptop on me. And the mobile app has a dark theme!

Availability offline. You can mark any document you want to be available even without internet, both in web and in the mobile app.

How many shortcuts I can use to avoid even touching my mouse (I'm a shortcut gremlin)

Amazing customisation possibilities to make your writing space exactly what you want it to be.

The advanced linking features to turn your folders into an interconnected wiki of sorts (yes, you could technically do a literal wiki, but this requires no bothersome setup)

Sharing. You can share your documents (or spreadsheets, or files, or even whole folders) with your beta readers, your co-writers, your editor if you have one (go you, fancy!), and decide how much control they have over it. You can even be on a call and edit or look at it at the same time, because it syncs by the second.

The main drawback of using GDocs is that if you're working on a long project (+30-50k), having it all in one file can slow down the site's performance, and the mobile app tends to crash on files that big. It sucks, but I honestly dislike big ass files anyway, so it doesn't bother me. I prefer shorter files that are easier to navigate.

There's more, but those are the reasons why even when I try other software, I still end up choosing GDocs.

Tips and Tricks

I've compiled a Guide to Google Docs and Sheets' best features when it comes to writing fiction. It covers all my fave features of both Docs and Sheets (web version). If you plan on using Gdocs and Sheets for writing, I think you should take a look. There's a lot of useful stuff in there!

If you like it, feel free to share it wherever you want. I humbly ask that you please credit me and link the original file.

Organising my documents

I have one big Writing folder, which contains the following:

Documents that keep all my ideas, thoughts and trackers in order: my "Writing Desk" (I'll get to that in minute), the recycle bin (a document with bits and bobs I had to cut but I want to reuse at some point because they're good), my NaNo word count tracker, and my Commint Archive, a compilation of the nicest comments I've gotten on my fics, to keep me going when I'm stuck and unmotivated.

'Resources' folder

This is where I keep my workskins, my templates, the files I've come across while researching, and the writing advice I've taken notes of.

'Fiction' folder

Since I mostly write fanfic, here is where I have my fics organised by fandom. My main fandoms each have their own folders, and there's another to stash all the fics for fandoms I don't usually write about.

Inside these folders, I have a simple system:

For every short work (drabbles, ficlets, one-shots, or multichapters that add up to less than 20k), I create one doc. Everything related to that fic will be in there: outline, research, draft, ideas, etc. I keep it tidy using headings (check the guide if you're unfamiliar with them), and I file that doc within its corresponding fandom folder.

For any longer work that adds up to 20k or more including outline, or has more than 10 chapters, I create a new folder inside the corresponding fandom folder, titled like the fic. Inside this fic folder, I keep:

• Outline, research, setting info, character profiles. If all of this combined is shorter than 50k, it'll all be in one single file. Otherwise, I separate it into individual files.

• Chapter drafts. If I have less than 15 chapters, they'll all be together in one doc. If I have 15 or more, I create a subfolder titled 'chapters' and keep them all in there, each chapter in a different doc.

• One outline spreadsheet to rule them all, one outline spreadsheet to find them, One outline spreadsheet to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them (into one cohesive unit for easy navigation)

How I keep all these files handy

There's nothing I hate more than having to search for a file I don't remember the name of or where I put it. So I devised a digital Writing Desk to keep everything writing related in one place.

If you want to know how it works and check it out for yourself, you can take a look at it here:

Template for my Writing Desk

A guide on how to use and tweak it to your liking

This keeps every link to all the dusty corners of my writing folder in one single spreadsheet, which makes the whole thing so much easier to navigate. I can find anything in seconds; from the fics I'm currently working on, to abandoned drafts I haven't touched in months, prompts I've come across, wild plot bunnies I came up with at 3 am, to every rarepair I want to write about, to every one of my notes with writing advice and resources I've found and hoarded over time.

Again, feel free to share all this (I'm excited to share it with whomever might need it), but please credit me and link the original files, not copies. It took me a long time to come up with this and documenting it was also a lengthy process.

I have more templates that I'll be posting about very soon, for different writing-related purposes. So...

[the-new-ribbon]

I've Been Loving You For Quite Some Time (and it's about time we do something about it)

synopsis: Gwyn Berdara and Azriel Night have been friends since their senior year of college. Years later they find themselves both working at Moonlight University. They've strictly stuck to being friends, but when they travel to Nesta and Cassian’s elopement, the last thing they ever expected was to wind up drunk and standing at the altar of a drive-thru wedding chapel.

word count: 1664

read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54767785

or below the cut.

Gwyn

The smell of luggage and coffee filled the Velaris airport. The chiming of the arrival and departure boards were white noise for Gwyn as she sat at Gate 30 with her nose in the latest Sellyn Drake novel. She knows she should be grading the essays for her Romantic Literature class, but she’s on vacation for the weekend and her best friend is getting married. The grades can wait.

Plus there’s Azriel sitting next to her and she knows she won’t be able to get any grading done with him there. His black button up shirt hugs his arms perfectly, the swirls of ink drawn on his arms and chest, even slightly on his neck drive her crazy. Especially when the whole ensemble is paired with those glasses. Round silver frames, rounder than glasses lots of other people in Velaris have. And they’re a thousand times sexier.

Flight 1456 with service to Adriata will be boarding in ten minutes. Again, Flight 1456 with service to Adriata will be boarding in ten minutes.

With that announcement, Gwyn tucks her bookmark (a white ribbon) into the spine of her book, luckily she just finished a chapter so it was the perfect stopping point. Though it wasn’t exactly like she was comprehending what she was reading, the thoughts of Azriel flooded her brain like a hurricane in the Summer Court side of Prythian.

“Az,” she whispers to the handsome man, one of her best friends, the best man in Nesta and Cassian’s wedding, and her crush. “You’re saving me a seat right?”

Unfortunately, Gwyn was in the middle of teaching about Pride and Prejudice and didn’t check into her flight soon enough and got stuck in the C boarding class while Az was in the A boarding class. And there’s a chance they won’t be sitting next to each other, even if Az tried to save her a seat.

Azriel looks up, “Actually, I upgraded both our tickets to first class.” he tells her, a small smile forming on his lips. “I thought it would be nice if we could sit together. Plus they have really good snacks.”

The flight was only a few hours but to see Azriel put in work to make sure she would be comfortable, it meant more to her than he would ever know. Warmth spreads across Gwyn’s face and she notices it on Azriel’s face too. Gwyn knows they’re just friends, but she also knows she has a giant crush on Az too. Could Az have a crush on her too?

No, no, why would he have a crush on her? There’s no reason or evidence that he would feel that way, at 

“You didn’t have to do that, Az. I would have been okay sitting by myself.” 

“Okay, that’s the key word, Berdara. You wouldn’t have been okay. Not only would you have gotten a middle seat, there would have been strange men on either side of you. Now, you get your own seat, fancy coffee, and a nice view.” of me, was something he chose not to say but Gwyn knew he was thinking it, she saw the glimmer in his eyes. It was always there when he said something that could be perceived as flirty. She also pretends not to notice the butterflies taking flight in her stomach. 

He takes a moment to push the glasses up his nose. The rings on his fingers glisten in the sunshine peeking through the floor to ceiling windows. She notices his throat bob as he swallows and he clears his throat when he turns to face her.

Did he catch her staring? But there’s no time to think about it because another chime rings through the gate drawing everyone’s attention.

Any first class passengers flying to Adriata, please line up at the desk, you’ll be boarding in just a moment.

“Alright, ready Berdara?” 

Azriel’s scarred hand slides across Gwyn’s back, goosebumps and sparks shoot across her body.  “Yeah, yeah.”

The weight of her teal bag weighs her shoulder down, a slight pain shooting down her arm. Azriel must have been able to tell because his ring covered fingers attached to those tattooed hands Gwyn stares at too much (though she’d never admit it outloud) reach out and grab the bag off her shoulder.

“Az, I can carry my bag.” Gwyn says, reaching to grab her bag away from him. “You already have yours, you don’t need to carry mine.”

“Gwyneth, let me be a gentleman and carry your bag. I know you have at least five books in there, plus all your clothes and toiletries.” there really wasn’t a reason to pack a huge suitcase for a two day trip, Gwyn thought, but now there’s a small tinge of regret bubbling in her chest.

Sparks fly in her chest at him saying her full name. She often hates when people call her Gwyneth, but there’s something about Azriel saying her name that makes butterflies take flight in her stomach and turns her knees wobbly. He also knows her way too well. She did in fact have five books in her bag. Though there was no way she would be able to read them all over the weekend, she liked that there was a variety in case she didn’t know what mood she’d be in – therefore affecting the genre or tropes she’ll want to read. 

“Azriel,” she says, mimicking the tone Az used just moments ago. “If I give you this, can I buy you a drink when we get to Adriata?”

There’s a spark in Azriel’s eye as he looks down at her, she crosses her arms over her chest, not backing down. She may not know it yet, but Azriel Singer would do anything for Gwyneth Berdara.

“Deal.” He holds out his right hand, waiting for her hand to grab his. A challenging look spreads across his face.

Gwyn’s hand slides into Az’s, and they try to ignore the glowing string they both feel, unaware the other feels it too.

She slides the bag off her shoulder, handing it over to him. The swirls of black ink poke out from the cuffs of his shirt. 

“Thank you,” she tells him. 

“Next!” the gate director says through the overhead speaker. Gwyn jumps and Az softly laughs as he places a hand on her lower back, and she leans in closer to him.

It’s romantic. Two friends in such close proximity, bodies brushing against one another and the warmth of Azriel’s hand on Gwyneth’s back. She wonders what the people around them are thinking. 

There’s a higher chance they’re minding their own business, the stress of a flight taking over their thoughts, and not the actions of two strangers in an airport on a Friday afternoon. But as Gwyn looks around as Azriel scans their tickets, she sees a few people looking at them.

Could it really be possible that they look like a couple to the outside world? Not just the imaginary life that constantly plays in Gwyn’s head.

The first class cabin has light blue, almost teal, lights illuminating the floor from under the seats which are separated by a small wall. Not like she would say it out loud or make any expression, but a small bit of disappointment hit her. What if she wanted to hold Az’s hand? There isn’t that option anymore. 

At least the flight was only a few hours.

*~~~*

Azriel

Azriel tapped a small beat on the table in front of him. He could have been grading assignments for his computer science and security courses but like Gwyn, he’s now on vacation and could torture his students a little while longer by making them wait for their grades. He was not nearly as fun as Professor Gwyneth Berdara. Or as beautiful, or as smart.

Looking over the barrier, Azriel caught a glimpse of Gwyn with her nose stuck in the bodice ripper of a novel, the latest of award-winning Sellyn Drake.

The smile on her face is small enough that others around her might not notice but he does. He notices the way her cheek bones are slightly raised and notices the light pink on her cheeks.

What are you reading, Gwyneth?

He thought about taking the book from her and reading it. He knows plenty of things about Gwyn but taking this book would give him insight on what she likes, ways to help him show her he has feelings for her. This could be what is needed to get her to fall in love with me, Az thinks.

“Hey Gwyn,” he whispers once.

No response.

“Gwyn,” he says again.

Once again, no response.

“Gwyneth.”

“Azriel, if you don’t stop saying my name, I’m going to hit you with this book.” Gwyn’s eyes don’t leave the pages of her book. 

“Can I have one of your books to read, please?” 

That gets Gwyn’s attention. The book closes, nothing marking the page or spot where she stopped reading. “You want to read one of my books? I didn’t think a broody, mysterious man like yourself would be interested in romance books.’’

“Today I am looking to broaden my horizons when it comes to reading. And you are one of my very best friends so I know I can trust you.”

Azriel trusts her with more than just books. He trusts her with everything, and one day he hopes that she’ll accept his heart because she’s the only one he trusts enough to give it to.

“Sure.” She reaches down to her bag and grabs one of her books. Their fingers brush as he grabs the book and he feels his stomach drop. “I’ve read this one before so there’s some annotations and post-its in it in case I ever want to go back and reread some of my favorite scenes. Feel free to ignore them.”

Her favorite scenes are highlighted. This is perfect. 

Operation: It’s Time We Do Something About Our Love begins now.