#can't believe it took me this long to draw them both together

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

That woman is a menace

[ithebookhoarder]

Marc and Steven with a Murdock? Like Daredevil?? If you want, of course ❤️🖤

The Moon Boys with a Murdock!Reader

A/N: Of course I want to! 😆 I'm only sorry it took me so long to answer this. However, I seem to be on a roll today - I can't believe I've got two requests out?! Like, who even am I?

Masterlist

As you said with a Murdock, I’m going with a sibling vibe here which would be pretty adorable anyway as Matt would be such a good brother if he’d ever had the chance.

He would be incredibly close with you and take his role as your protector as seriously as he takes his role as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. 

You’re the only one he lets know his true self as you’ve been through everything he has. You’ve shared the happiest and saddest moments of your lives together and the bond it forged is as strong as vibranium.

It holds you both together, not matter what you go through or where you end up - including when you both end up at colleges on opposite sides of the country. 

You’re extremely careful to never let him pull too far away from you, even when he gets in one of his moods. In fact, you’re sure to turn up and let yourself in to his apartment when he goes too quiet and even Foggy can’t seem to pull him out of the darkness that haunts him. 

It’s why you don’t run away when the Moon Boys come crashing in to your lives. The chaos that seems to follow them and their fears that they are too much for you is honestly familiar. Every attempt to push you away only makes you draw nearer - first as a friend, later as something more. 

You’d probably meet Moon Knight first around New York. I mean, it's kind of hard not to come across him, given what Matt does and how chaos seems to find its way into your lives.

He'd be the latest adoptee into the Defenders / New York 'Avengers reject club' (your name for the gang, not theirs...) so you'd quickly end up involved in each other's lives.

You'd bond pretty quickly, once you get to know one another without the personas and danger. After all, I think Steven would be eager to find friends who aren't necessarily supers and just like to drink coffee, read novels and go to the dog park at the weekend.

He'd be super keen to get to know you. You're one of the only people who get what their life is like, but also have a foot in the real world.

You'd win over Marc later on, wearing him down with your positivity and unwavering optimism (and also Steven will not shut up about you).

You're not afraid of the darker parts of their world, and become a much needed safe space for Marc, once he lets his guard down.

For instance, you'd be great at patching him up - having had enough practise on Matt over the years. You're also used to having someone nocturnal in the house, coming and going at all hours of the night. Plus, you can obviously be trusted to keep a secret or two.

If anything, Marc's only reluctant to let you get close to him as he doesn't want to taint you. To ruin something so bright and wonderful by dragging you into his darkness.

If Matt's ok with putting you in danger, then that's up to him as your brother. You're family. But for Marc and Steven to do that? It's a line they're unwilling to cross... until you prove to them you aren't going anywhere. That you can handle yourself and that you're already in this mess anyway, so why shouldn't you both be happy?

From that moment on, there's no looking back for any of you. You're leaping in to this together head first, and soon enough you can't imagine life any other way.

Matt, however, can.

Let's be real, he wouldn’t be the biggest fan of Steven and Marc. In fact, he’d be pretty against your relationship the minute he finds out about it. 

One, because he thinks no one is worthy of you.

Two, because he hates the idea of you getting hurt or being in danger and being in a relationship with multiple people who all serve an ancient Egyptian deity as his personal vigilante is the very definition of dangerous. 

"I... I can't even begin to understand how you could possibly think this is a good idea? At all? He - they - are literally the puppets of an Egyptian god - a GOD, Y/N. You don't want to get in the middle of all that?"

You quickly remind him how he gave a similar speech to Karen when he found out about her and Frank Castle seeing each other, and that didn't work. Last time you checked, they're still blissfully in love.

"Besides, Matthew! You're the one who goes running around at night, getting in fights, wearing a glorified halloween costume. Like, I am the SANE sibling here. ALSO! Marc and Steven were forced into their situation. They didn't go looking for it like a crazy nut job. So, yeah. I think if anything, you don't have a leg to stand on here!"

Matt would be able to sense who was fronting the moment they appeared. He’d be able to recognise them from the way their heart is beating and their mannerisms the second they stepped through the door, which is helpful but also incredibly unsettling. 

Steven would brush it off, seeing it as Matt just being a kind brother to you. However, I think Marc would have more of a problem with Matt’s hostility, and enhanced senses. It puts him on edge to know they are being so closely scrutinised. 

They also have the same temperament so I can imagine there will be more than a few clashes in the beginning, their similar brusque natures making it hard for them to not bump heads. 

However, after Matt learns about Marc’s DID and his childhood trauma I think he’d be more sympathetic. After all, you both didn’t have the easiest childhood either. 

He also knows what it’s like to live with a condition that can make your life harder but also makes you unique. 

According to the comics, both of them are known to be good detectives and also keen boxers. I can totally see them building a reluctant respect for one another after they realise they have more in common than just their love for you. 

In fact, I know you’d have to pull them out of the ring after Marc agrees to a sparring match with the famous ‘Devil’. The pair of them would get a weird pleasure from trying to beat the other to a pulp - they don’t often find someone evenly matched to have a friendly bout or two with. 

At least it would once again prove to Matt that your boys could definitely take care of you if you ever needed it. 

Matt would definitely be sure to offer his legal advice whenever he’s concerned you both might be skating on thin ice with the law. Apparently, ‘I’m being controlled by an Ancient Egyptian God’ hasn’t ever been tried as a legal defence in the American justice system before… and Matt is oddly willing to try it. 

[storyofmychoices]

The Promise of Today

[Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 1 + Beyond] [Mal’s Orphanage] [Mal Volari x Daenarya Blades 2 AU]

Pairing: Mal Volari x Daenarya (F!OC) Book: Blades of Light and Shadow, Book 2 Chapter 3 Word Count: >550 Rating/Warnings: General, none Tagging: @choicesficwriterscreations, @choicesbookclub, @choicesflashfics Prompt #3 (in bold)

Synopsis: Mal and Daenarya share a moment together the morning after her return. [This follows The Quest for Daenarya]

This gorgeous art is by the lovely CoffeesforChloe on Instagram.

She paused, letting the soothing symphony of sounds wash over her. The joyful notes of the children's laughter, the delicate crackle of the fire warming the space, and the voices of her friends talking (and maybe arguing a little) as they made breakfast for the children were the sweetest harmonies she could ever hope to hear. For the first time in—well, she wasn't really sure, but that was a problem for another day—for now, Daenarya felt peace, content to stay in the stillness of the moment for as long as she could, knowing moments like this would not come again for a while more.

The sweet scent of honey cakes filled the air, a special treat for the children who successfully completed their first quest. They had repeatedly recounted their heroic tale of adventure to her the night before. Their infectious cheer was positively contagious. Only Mal could inspire such joyous wonder and storytelling. She marveled at how much he had accomplished since she had been gone. These children were a testament to the man she always knew he was.

He slipped his arms around her waist from behind, drawing her nearer. The gentle touch of his fingertips brushing against her sides brought her an immediate sense of comfort. He cherished the warmth and familiarity of her presence as she leaned further into the security of his embrace.

Surrounded by the gentle melody of laughter and sizzling pans, Mal hugged her a little tighter, savoring the delicate fragrance of her hair. He still couldn't believe she was there, back in his arms. 

"Shouldn't you be lending a hand with breakfast?" Despite her teasing words, she placed her hand on his arm, holding him to her. 

“I’m here with you. I’m right where I belong.” His words were a tender murmur in her ear. 

Her eyes closed gently as she savored being back with him, surrounded by almost all those she loved, and with their dream of an orphanage now a reality. 

"Me too," she whispered. "I know we're not safe yet. I know there is so much to do, so much to overcome..." 

"Shh," he breathed, holding her closer. His mouth opened, but no words came out. He couldn't even make a joke. The time for that had passed. He couldn't promise her it'd be okay. He couldn't promise to protect her. He couldn't save her if they took her again. He had no magic. He had no legendary weapons. He had no piles of gold or treasures to bargain with. He had nothing to offer, and yet, she was there. She had returned to him.  

His body tensed as the fear and panic that had consumed his soul threatened to overtake him once more.

"Hey," she turned slightly, her fingers caressing his jaw. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

"You can't promise that," he shook his head, trying to hide the tears forming in his eyes. 

"I know," she replied solemnly.

There was nothing either of them could say. The future was uncertain, but they had each other, and they had now. So, she'd believe in the promise of today and hope that would be enough to carry them to tomorrow.

She cradled his face gently, guiding it closer to her. She sought solace in the warmth of his lips, pressing a soft, reassuring kiss against his—a promise that despite the challenges ahead of them, their connection could and would withstand it all.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little drabble and the gorgeous art commission! I just really love them both a lot!

[a-aexotic]

hey babes but could u write peeta and reader comforting eachother after they took down snow and everything back in 12 xx

—cw: unedited, depression, after war effects, injuries, angst/comfort trope, crying and kissing —a/n: i hope you enjoyed!!! pls reblog/comment to show ur support :)

Y/N WAS IN DISBELIEF. It was all over, everything was over. They succeeded, they won. But they still felt the same; alert, scared, broken. Y/N thought that when they won, they would be able to finally feel good again. They were still hurting.

Y/N was sitting in the hospital bed, sitting up as the nurses helped them with their injuries. There were burns and cuts everywhere, the nurses kept putting oils and stitches, and it stung but Y/N couldn't even flinch. The pain couldn't compare to what they were feeling inside.

After they left, Y/N was left alone with their thoughts and they couldn't bare that. They put on the slippers that were left at the edge of the bed and they walked through the halls. They were empty since it was late. They soon went back to their room and jumped slightly, seeing someone sitting at their bed.

Y/N relaxed seeing it was just their friend, Peeta Mellark. Peeta turned around, looking at Y/N.

"How are you feeling?" Peeta spoke out, his voice hoarse. Y/N shrugged, not sure exactly how they were feeling. They know what they should be feeling; joy, happiness, accomplished. But all they felt was grief and heartache.

"Not sure. You?"

"Me too."

There was calm silence. Y/N has known Peeta for a long time; she was his Gale. They've been friends for years, ever since they were kids. Y/N was his happiness and light, even after the games. They were his only source of genuine comfort. Even after the capitol captured him, no matter what they did, they could never take away how he felt about Y/N.

They both knew they didn't need to talk, but they were there if they needed to. Peeta slid his hand into their's, wrapping their fingers together and squeezing them.

Y/N sighed out loud, looking down at their lap. "I-I know what I'm supposed to be feeling. But I just don't... feel it."

Peeta nodded. "I don't we're able to. Not after what we've seen."

There was more silence before Peeta spoke again, "people died. A lot of them. Kids, elders. And I feel guilty. Shouldn't we have protected them?"

Y/N looked over at her best friend, sudden rage filling her system. She let go of his hand, grabbing his face. "Don't you dare say that. Don't- You shouldn't feel guilty, Peeta. You're just 18, you can't expect to save everyone. You tried, okay? We tried and we won."

Peeta's eyes started to water, sniffing. "But the kids, Prim-"

"We couldn't do anything, Peeta." Y/N's heart broke in half, her stomach filling with sickness. She felt exactly the way he was, but he didn't deserve it. "Peeta, my god. I am so sorry, I wish I could take away every piece of your pain and put into me. You don't deserve it."

Peeta let out a cry, pulling into Y/N and putting his head into their shoulder. Y/N put their hand on his back, drawing circles.

He cried for a while before he stopped and Y/N let him sit. "I feel broken beyond repair. I can't sleep and I can't stand being awake with my thoughts. It's a nightmare. I don't think I'll ever be okay."

"We will, Peeta. We will always be okay. You don't have to go through this alone, I'll always be here and I promise you, the pain will fade with time." Y/N spoke calmly, still holding onto him.

"None of this is your fault, Peeta. You saved everyone. No matter what you think, you're a savior. The voice in your head, that's telling you all these lies, isn't real. You're strong and amazing."

Peeta sniffled and nodded, trying to process what Y/N was saying.

"It's all okay now, I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore, I promise." Y/N was trying to believe what they were saying, as well. Peeta let go of Y/N, looking into their eyes as Y/N wiped his tears.

He slowly leaned in, placing a small kiss on Y/N's lips. They were tense at first, but quickly warming up to his lips. Peeta pulled away, looking at Y/N. They grabbed his hand, and leaned in again for a more passionate kiss.

They pulled away, their foreheads still connecting as they looked into each other's eyes, finding comfort in each other after years of torment.

[welcome-to-tracy]

Headcanons Obey Me: «I don't love you». Part 1.

Synopsis: MC breaks off her relationship with one of brothers because they no longer loves him. There's probably leaving them for someone else.

TW: ANGST.

GN!Reader. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan.

A/N: Hi! I started writing this at four in the morning, just because I wanted a little angst. Ahhaha.

Lucifer:

— To say these words to the Avatar of Pride seems almost impossible.

— But you make up your mind when he says that Diavolo will invite you both to one of his parties as a couple.

— «No. I don't love you, sorry».

— Lucifer can't immediately believe what he's heard. However, he quickly pulls himself together and closes his eyes: «Okay. May I ask why?».

— «I love someone else».

— He doesn't ask anything else. Demon nods, ostensibly respecting your decision, puts his hand to his chest and says that you have nothing to worry about.

— You hurriedly get out of the office. As soon as you slam the door behind you, you hear a sound as if someone is overturning furniture and smashing the whole room.

— Lucifer is absolutely calm every time you see each other. Polite questions about how you are doing and whether his brothers are bothering you; invitations to dinner and even help with your studies.

— But you see how every time he clenches his palm into a fist for several seconds and clenches his teeth.

— He may not show it in front of you, but his brothers see a dark aura that actually comes from Lucifer and will be with him for the next hundred years.

— He buries his nose in the documents when he sees you flirting with someone else and wants to tear that someone apart, but for your sake he is ready to just accept it.

— To be honest, Lucifer hates you. He wants to strangle with his own hands: you hurt his pride, but... Every time you smile (even if not for him), he feels like he's in love.

Mammon:

— When you say you don't love him, he thinks you're joking. Lol, how can you not love the Great Mammon, you dumb human.

— But you explain to him that this is not a joke and then he does not understand why. What did he do wrong? You see how the carefree smile disappears from Mammon's face and you see the sincere misunderstanding in his eyes.

— «T-this is just no... nonsense! You just sa-said some stupid thing again, you...»

— «Sorry me...».

— You go back to your room, leaving Mammon alone.

— You don't know it, but he's actually going to his room right now and crying.

— He will really try to get you back and draw your attention to himself. But when he realizes that it's useless, he just gives up and goes at the casino.

— In fact, Mammon stopped coming to your room. He is very hurt and he does not react so strongly to insults from his brothers.

— The next time you see him, he tries to joke and pretends that he is the same as before, but you notice how he looks away because he can't look at you.

— He secretly dreams of hearing you say "I love you, Mammon!" again and seeing you smile just for him. But you won't say that.

Leviathan:

— Dumn, you're the most violent person in the world, you just absolutely killed this guy and destroyed the remnants of his self-esteem, what's wrong with you, bitch?!

— You were sitting in his room when Levi with a twinkle in his eyes, was telling you about a new MMORPG based on a popular anime that he watched recently.

— Out of habit, he gently took your hand and smiled happily. It was hard to tell him about the breakup at such a moment, but you knew you had to do it.

— «Levi...».

— «...It's just SUPER immersive. The graphics are so good that I'm LITERALLY confusing the game with life, we should to go into it together somehow and...».

— «LEVI!», – he only stopped talking when you screamed.

— «Yeah, MC? Something happened?»

— You exhaled, and then said what you've been wanting for a long time. You don't love him anymore.

— Both of you are silent for a while, and then he smiles tightly and nods.

— «It's okay, I'm just a nasty otaku. I knew sooner or later you'd figure it out and just leave me. I'll be fine».

— You see the drops of tears trembling on his eyelashes. Maybe you even want to comfort Levi (or not), but in any case, the demon asks you to leave his room, and you realize that now is not the time to argue.

— He hesitates to do this for a very long time, but a week after your breakup, he asks in the chat what the reason is. Besides the fact that he is, of course, so vile, pathetic and worthless that it's just a shame to be in a relationship with him.

— «I'm just in love with someone else».

— You don't get an answer.

— Levi hates it. Enrages. Annoy. He's jealous. Angry. ...and he's in so much pain.

— The next time he sees you with someone else, the Avatar of Envy assumes its demonic form, but calms down when he sees your scared and disappointed face.

— He apologizes, looks down and returns to his room. He probably won't be out of there very soon...

A/N: Levi suddenly turned out to be the longest???????? I just feel so sorry for this boy, gosh, you made him believe that you loved him, and then you left him so cruelly. You're just such a bitch, baby! 😭😭😭

I will try to write the second part!!

If there are any grammatical errors, then write to me in the comments or messages. Remember that English is not my native language. :^

[novamariestark]

Hi there you ❤️

I went through your prompt list and I was wondering if you'd take a request? 🫣 33. Are you jealous? + 34. She/He's not you, with our sweet Alden Parker? I'm a s*cker for some angst and comfort 🥹

If you don't feel like it, or are not taking request, you can't just ignore this 🥰

Love your work!!!

I'm scared about this 😂 you're a better writer than me.

You and Alden walked side by side towards the building. The crisp morning air held a touch of chill, but you didn’t feel it. All you felt was Alden’s fingers that were lightly entwined with yours. Nick was the first to greet you, a teasing grin on his face. "Well, well, look who's here," he remarked, his voice playful, "The dynamic duo."

“Shut up, Nicky,” you said rolling your eyes as you let go of Alden’s hand to sit at your desk.

Director Vance stepped into the bullpen, drawing the attention of you all. "We've received a request from the FBI for our assistance on a case they're working on. The details are classified, but they believe our expertise can be invaluable in solving it."

As Vance wrapped up the briefing, he paused for a moment and looked toward the elevator. You noticed a familiar figure walking in from the elevator.

The newcomer approached their group, and your smirk grew as you locked eyes with the FBI agent. "Hello, trouble," he said with a sly grin.

"Hello yourself," You shot back, a playful glint in your eyes.

The team watched the exchange, a mix of curiosity and amusement. Alden, however, couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously as you smiled at him.

Vance raised an eyebrow at the playful banter. "I see you two are acquainted."

You nodded, and decided to introduce him, "This is Ethan Blackwood, my childhood partner in crime."

Ethan extended his hand to Vance and the other team members. "Pleasure to meet all of you. [Y/N] and I go way back."

The team exchanged greetings with Ethan, but Alden kept his short and not sweet. You looked at Alden as if to ask what was wrong, but he walked away to sit at his desk.

Ethan stood beside the plasma screen and began to lay out the case. As he spoke, the team members paid rapt attention, scribbling notes. Except Alden.

After Ethan had provided an overview of the case, he walked over to your desk. With a hint of nostalgia in his voice, he said, "You remember the times we used to camp outside?"

You chuckled, "And our backyard movie nights."

Ethan pulled over a chair and took a seat next to you. "We were an absolute nightmare for our parents,”

“And the neighbours,” you added with a grin.

“Yeah, fascinating,” Alden spoke up, snapping you both out of your nostalgia, “Can we get on with the case?”

“What is your problem, Alden?” you asked with a furrowed brow, a hint of frustration in laced in your voice.

“I just want to do my job, so can we stop messing around now?” he replied.

Messing around? Why is he talking to you like that? His sour mood was really starting to piss you off.

As the day continues, Alden’s mood worsens. He’s now completely ignoring you, not even looking you or smiling at you like he usually does. As the hours passed his continued silence and avoidance, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of hurt. You found yourself replaying your moments together, the smiles, the shared laughter. The stark contrast of his current behavior left you wounded and questioning what had gone wrong. The emotional distance between them felt like a growing chasm, and the pain of his cold shoulder gnawed at you, leaving you longing for the return of the connection that had defined your relationship.

Soon, insecurity sets in. You began to question whether you had done something wrong or if you were somehow responsible for his behaviour. Self-doubt crept through your mind, eroding your confidence. Were you not enough for him anymore?

After you all solve the case, the team says goodbye to Ethan and head home, except Alden. He’s still sitting at his desk, ignoring everything and everyone around him. You were getting really annoyed with him now. Apart from this morning, he’d barely spoken to you. He spoke to Tim, Jess and Nick but not you.

“So, what you up to now, trouble?” Ethan asked you. You shot a glance at Alden but since he was acting the way he was, you assumed your plans were cancelled.

“Nothing,” you replied, Alden, even though were didn’t seem like it, listened in, “What have you got in mind?”

“What about a drink? At our old hang out spot?”

“Is that place still there?” you laughed, snorting a little, you covered your mouth, embarrassed a little of the sound that just came out.

“Yeah, it’s still there,” Ethan replied.

“Do they still have our pictures up?” you asked as you picked up your coat and bag.

“Yours probably, mine no, I think they knew I was influenced by you,”

“That is so not true, I was an angel. You dragged me into it,”

“I didn’t start that bar fight now did I?”

Your banter continued all the way to the elevator. Your laughter and the hum of the computers the only sounds in the big orange room until the ding of the elevator echoed of the walls.

When you got to the bar, Ethan immediately started bombarding you with questions. Questions about Alden.

“Come on, how long?”

“How did you know?”

“The man has been glaring daggers at me all day,”

“Yeah, and he’s been ignoring me all day,” you scoffed, shaking your head, “A grown fucking man acting like a child. Can you believe it?”

You didn’t get an answer, instead, Ethan doubled over in hysterics.

“The fuck you laughing at?”

“You don’t see what’s happening here?” Ethan managed to say between laughs.

“No!” you yelled, but that just made him laugh even more, you rolled your eyes, your anger rising by the second, “Oh my god! What?!”

“Go talk to him. We’ll catch up another time,” he said taking your drink away from you. You went to protest but he pulled the drink further from your reach, “Go. You’ll thank me for it later,”

You rolled your eyes but left anyway, heading out the bar and to your “boyfriend’s” apartment. If you can still call him that.

When you arrived at the door, you paced, backwards and forwards until you gathered the strength to knock. You were nervous. But when he opened the door and you saw his face, your anger immediately returned. You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrows. He moved to let you in and closed the door behind you.

“What the hell was your attitude today?” you asked immediately after the door settled in it’s frame, “Why did you ignore me? What did I do to upset you?”

“[Y/N], I’m tired, can we talk about this tomorrow?” he deflected, which only spurred you on.

“No. You either tell me why you suddenly can’t look at me or I walk out that door and we’re done,” you told him, trying to keep your voice firm but it wavered slightly. You were suddenly afraid. Afraid of losing the man you loved.

He shrugged his shoulders, his tired eyes finding yours, “Probably for the best right?” you scoffed and went to the door, your hand resting on the handle. You turned back to look at him.

“8 months, Alden. 8 months,” you started, “They meant a lot to me, but obviously not to you,” you finished, opening the door and intending to end things with him, there and then.

“I can’t compete with that,”

You closed the door and turned back to him, “With what?”

“Ethan. Other men your age,” he answered, running a hand down his face.

Wait a minute was he…? No. He can’t be. Surely, he knows how gorgeous he is.

A small smile rested itself on your lips, “Wait, are you… are you jealous?”

Alden sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping a bit on the couch. He looked at you and finally admitted, "Yes, I'm jealous. I can't help it, [Y/N]. It's just that when I saw you and Ethan today, it got to me. Those 8 months meant the world to me too. But sometimes, I can't help but wonder if I'm enough for you."

You walked over to him, kneeling in front of him and taking his face in your hands, "Ethan has never been anything more than a best friend, except maybe a brother," you whispered softly, your gaze locked with Alden's. You placed a tender kiss on his lips, your thumbs stroking his cheeks. "But Alden, even if he was an ex, he's not you. No one will ever come close to you, baby."

“But I’m…” you cut him off with your lips. Your legs straddling his hips.

“You’re sexy,” you kissed him again, this time under his ear, “Handsome,” you said, your lips moving further down. “Gorgeous,” another kiss, “And the only man allowed to touch me,” you finished, sitting back to look at him. You placed another kiss on his lips, “Now is my man going to take me to bed?”

His beautiful eyes darkened and he stood, taking you with him and he carried you to bed. You didn’t care how long it takes, you were going to show this man that he was the only one allowed to touch like he did, the only one allowed to taste your skin on his tongue and the only one allowed to hear your moans.

[leoniestarlee]

Illyrian Assassin (5)

Pairing: Azriel x OC

Word Count: 1.2k

Warning: past trauma, slow burn

(1) (2) (3) (4)

--

Black wind and darkness cleared from around us as we appeared in the townhouse, my hand in Rhysand's as he held Willa's other, and Daisy held onto my neck while I held her up.

"He's home!" Cassian roared, the house shaking in response as I quickly let go of Rhys's hand, grabbed Willa by the collar of her coat, and yanked her to my side.

Seconds later, I'm backing away into the sitting room with Willa and Daisy, to where Mor and Amren watched Cassian tackle Rhys in a hug. Both the little girls laughed as Rhys groaned, trying to push Cass off him.

"He defiantly thought he was about to die," Mor snickered, taking Willa's hand and pulling her onto the couch beside her.

"I think he went paler," I added, sitting on the opposite couch next to Amren with Daisy on my lap.

Cassian finally got up, pulling Rhys with him only to pull him into a bone-crushing hug. "You're a prick."

Rhysand laughed, hugging him back. "I missed you too, brother."

Tears lined my eyes as I watched them reunite and when I looked at Mor, I saw her tears had already fallen as she smiled at them.

Azriel appeared behind Cassian from a rip in the world, a smile on his face as he stared at Rhys while Cassian finally pulled away. Rhys looked at him, his eyes filled with more tears and a broad smile on his face.

"I would've been here the second you got back, but I hadn't known—"

Rhys pulled Azriel into a hug, cutting him off and Azriel didn't wait another second to hug him back. "We have a score to settle," Azriel reminded him.

The whole room erupted in laughter, and I wiped away my tears as they both pulled away, Rhys punching him in the arm once.

"It's been too long," Mor said, glancing at all of us and wrapping her arm around Willa. "New rule, no more separation."

"Damn right," I agreed as Daisy laid back against my chest and Azriel took a seat beside me. Cassian sat down next to Willa, poking his tongue out at her and she returned the gesture, making me snort again.

Rhys slowly made his way to the armchair beside Cassian, his eyes scanning over us like he can't believe we're all together again with two more members to our family.

Finally, after 49 years and constant worrying for Rhys, he's home and we're a family again. I truly couldn't be happier.

"Is it true you have wings like Cass and Az?" Willa asked Rhysand, her eyes darting around his shoulders where his wings rarely appeared.

Rhys chuckled. "I do, but I have a power that hides them. When I've had some rest, I'll show you."

Willa's eyes lit up in response. "I'm definitely drawing them." Then she shot up from her seat, hurrying over to me. "Can I have your bag, please?"

I smiled and Azriel moved over, allowing Daisy to sit between us as I pulled off the bag from my shoulder and handed it to Willa. We all quietly watched her as she searched through it with furrowed brows, until she made a satisfied sound and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

"What's that?" I asked her, leaning forward.

She gave me a cheeky smile, walking toward Cassian. "A gift for the General."

"I was not expecting that," Amren mused as Mor's brows rose to the top of her head.

Cassian was beaming with joy as Willa held the paper out to him and he took it. Slowly, knowing we were all waiting, he unfolded the paper and a toothy smile flashed on his face.

"It's a perfect replica," he said to her, holding the paper up to the light. "How did you remember every detail of my wings?"

Ah, she'd given him the wings she snapped a pencil over while drawing.

That attitude waiting under her surface showed as she placed a hand on her hip. "I train with you every morning. I have to look at those wings."

Rhysand and Azriel snorted at the sass in her tone as I tried not to laugh at Cassian's grin.

"I would make you do five push-ups right now," he drawled, and annoyance flickered across her face, "but since you gifted me a drawing of my wings, I'll take off ten push-ups for tomorrow's training."

Willa crossed her arms over her chest in triumph before plopping back down beside Mor while I asked, "How many push-ups do you make her do?"

"Thirty," she grumbled.

"No wonder she's always complaining," I groaned, sending Cassian a pointed look as he chuckled. "Let's drop the push-ups to twenty." His chuck silenced as he sent me a small glare. "She's new to this, Cass. Don't push her so hard so fast."

"I'm the teacher—"

"Cassian," I murmured in warning. "Twenty. Push-ups."

He held my stare for a long moment as everyone else silently watched. Then he sighed, "Fine, mother."

"Glad to see not much changed," Rhysand laughed, patting Cassian on the back. "She's still got you by the balls."

My eyes widened, as did Mor's at his language around the girls, whereas Amren laughed.

"What does 'got you by the balls' mean?" Daisy asked me, looking up at me with curiosity in her eyes.

"Rhysand," I groaned, looking over at him to see him cringing at me. "How do I explain that one?"

"Uh..." he trailed off, looking to Azriel for an answer.

"I'm staying out of this," Azriel said, putting his hands up in defense. "If I say the wrong thing, I'll be getting a growling next."

I walked back down the stairs after putting Willa and Daisy to bed and my green dress from arriving here was replaced by a cream sweater and long pants. I walked into the sitting room where the others were lounging around with glasses full of wine.

Rhys cracked open one of his most expensive bottles before the kids went to bed, but I'd refused to drink at the time because my one big rule with the girls was that I never drink around them. And I'll stick to that until they're older.

Azriel held out a glass toward me as I sat down beside him, exhaustion from the tears, and happiness we all shared today starting to take a toll on me. I murmured a thank you as I took a sip, sinking into the couch. Mor and Cassian continued their conversation as Rhys and Amren talked about meetings they needed to have straight away and I stayed silent, closing my eyes.

Azriel moved his arm, placing it around my shoulders and I softly smiled as I moved closer to him, resting my head against the side of him.

"Were the girls easy to get to sleep?" he asked, his tone low and soft.

I nodded. "Daisy fell asleep the second her head hit the pillow. Willa took a bit longer, but now she's passed out and snoring."

He chuckled, pulling a blanket over my legs before taking the wine glass from my hand as darkness slowly started to sweep in to claim me to sleep. With the others here, I knew one of them would carry me to bed, which meant I could finally fall asleep. And it was easier too, with Azriel's steady heartbeat lulling me.

"We'll need to start hunting them down soon," Cassian said, and my eyes flew open, any relaxation I was feeling gone.

"Hunt who down?" I asked him, sitting up straighter.

Cassian glanced at me and then Azriel as I leaned back. "I was meant to speak to you the other day, but it slipped my mind." I sent him a look to continue as Mor kicked her feet into his lap. "There are rogue Illyrian war bands in the mountains that took command under Amarantha's rule. We'll need to hunt them down and give them a choice to either live under Rhys's rule or die."

"Fucking great," I cursed, leaning my head on Azriel's chest again.

"I would rather this shit be done as soon as possible," Rhys started, looking at all of us. "For the rest of tonight, we'll prepare and then at first light, Cassian, Azriel, Rory, and I—" he stopped himself, his eyes darting to me with a small cringe. "Sorry, I forgot you have the girls."

"If you want to join you boys—and I have no doubt about it—then I'm free to watch the girls for the next few weeks," Mor offered me before anyone I could say anything. Then she turned to Amren. "And I'm sure Amren won't mind giving me a hand."

Amren narrowed her eyes to slits as she looked at Mor, neither of them breaking the stare until Amren did and shrugged her shoulders. "With Cassian not being here, I'll have more time to teach them."

Mor clapped her hands, looking back at me. "I promise the girls are in safe hands with us!"

I studied her, and then Amren as anxiety pickled my skin. I trusted the two of them to watch the girls with my life, but I'd never been away from the girls for more than three days. They would love to stay with Mor, who I just know will make it like a huge sleepover and be filled with fun things to do with them. Daisy would love to spend time with Amren too, and Willa would, but with that little attitude she has, I just hope Amren doesn't snap at her.

"I'll hunt down the war bands," I started, Cassian grinning across from me, "if Amren agrees to not yell or use her magic against either of the girls."

"Seriously?" Amren lifted her brows, and I sharpened my look at her. "Fine. I won't get mad at them at all. I'll just leave them with Mor whenever they start pushing my buttons."

"Better than nothing," Mor mumbled, sending a small glare to Amren.

I turned to Rhys, sitting up straighter. "Can I winnow back here every four days for five minutes just to check on the girls? I've never been away from them for longer than three days and I don't want them to worry."

"I'll even winnow you back here myself," Rhys promised, leaning back in his seat.

"The Illyrian Assassin is back," Cassian mused with a grin thrown my way. It had been years since any of them had called me that, mainly because the kids were always around, but I somewhat missed that name. Almost as much as I'd missed the fear on people's faces as that name got mentioned.

"There's another talk we need to have," Rhys said, clearing his throat as his face turned serious. An uncomfortable tension filled the room, and I had a feeling we all knew what was about to be spoken. "Due to Amarantha's ruling and terror, Under the Mountain has been sealed off and it will no longer be a neutral meeting space for the High Lords." Dread. That was dread and guilt and anger in all of our eyes as we glanced around at each other.

"How was the curse broken?" By the look on his face, I'd say Cassian mentally just ripped a wound open in Rhysand's heart.

"There was a mortal girl, Tamlin's lover, and she came to save him," he started, his eyes filled with the glaze of a memory as Az held me closer to him, his fingers tracing light shapes on my shoulder while Rhys went on, telling us everything that happened from Feyre's arrival and until the curse was broken.

[thecameronchronicles]

What You Want

TW: angst, smut, language. 

SUMMARY: a series of conversations lead to overheard confessions and a change of pace in an otherwise ‘vanilla’ relationship…

WORD COUNT: 2600

What You Want 

"Is he kinda freaky, you know, because it's Pope?" Kiara asked, nursing a beer to her lips, as you struggled to answer for a multitude of reasons. If not for the fact she was one of your best friends, you wouldn't be able to even think of entertaining such a conversation, especially with a question that seemed more expected to come from JJ. 

"You're making her blush, Kie..." Sarah teased, nuding the edge of your foot with her own, given your respective positions within the porch of The Chateau. 

"I'm just curious..." She confessed before supporting herself with her elbows onto her knees to lean closer to you. 

"He's sweet..." You finally answered as she slowly nodded. "And caring..." 

"And boring?" Kie asked behind taking another sip while you were quick to defend your boyfriend. In truth, he was academic in all endeavors-research and analysis coming first over passion and instinct. Which was why you'd confess the truth to them behind the courage of liquor but keep to the duty of a girlfriend keeping you stroking his ego. 

"He's perfect in so many ways...but sometimes I just wish he'd..." 

By now, both girls were far too invested than they should have been for such a topic. But with a lack of drama, they'd almost clawed for any tidbit offered, no matter how miniscule the crumb. 

"Yes?" Sarah egged on for you to continue as you'd do so with a shrug. 

"Sometimes I wish he'd just need me...you know? Not think of the position where the 'percentage of achieving maximum pleasure' would be...I wish he WOULD be a bit more...passionate...maybe dominating even-"  You paused, realizing just how you'd attacked the details that should have been reserved for you and your boyfriend. But you didn't want to hurt him. He was always so good to you; the epitome of a gentleman and a scholar to every degree. 

"But he's so good to me-" You spoke impossibly quickly. "I don't want him to think he isn't enough-" 

"Is he?" Kiara asked, drawing her fingers in length as to question just how big he was while Sarah shook her head. 

"You know, if you want something else, you have to talk to him...It's the only way he'll know. I mean, Pope is one of-IS the smartest person I know.. but he sucks at picking up cues from girls...I mean look how long it took for you two to get together!" You smirked at her remark, offering a weak nod before continuing your thoughts aloud. 

"Sometimes I'm worried that he's too focused on numbers and facts to actually be WITH me...Like he's studying me, not wanting me....And I want the excitement of him just needing me in that moment...you know?"  Before they could respond, you'd  hear the wood give way just on the other side of the door. Your eyes darted there immediately to catch the sight of Pope turning away from you. Cursing beneath your breath, you rose to follow him, but found him too swift to actually catch. He'd disappeared before you could explain what you meant. 

For the next hour, he'd managed to evade you. Not an inch of the property had gone unsearched and yet, you couldn’t find evidence of your boyfriend anywhere. At least this was the case just before you'd lost all hope and heard JJ's voice emerge from the hammock, his usual leisurely recline, a welcome sight, due to the conversational partner sitting against the tree just beside him. 

"You're telling me you two are like rabbits, I can’t believe it…come on!" 

"JJ-" 

"The way she looks at you, man. Just saying, I can't imagine anything more than missionary but,-" 

"Why ARE you imagining it?" 

"Just curious..." JJ confessed, truly indifferent to his thoughts aloud, shameless in all his curiosities. "I just think-"

"Would it shut you up if I told you?" JJ shrugged. 

"It's good-its REALLY good-SHE is really good..." 

"But?" 

Pope sighed. "Nothing. She's so...it's always amazing...I feel like I'm not in my body when I'm with her...and the ways she touches me-" Your eyes widened and cheeks flushed at how he would describe you. It was so out of character for Pope to be so forthcoming, and yet, you'd reveled in how he spoke of you. 

"She is always so willing and asking for it…every position you could think of, she’s had me there too many times to count-" Your expression furrowed to this. 

He was lying.

 All to entertain a boisterous JJ, he'd lied to his best friend solely to entertain him. Because the truth was, Pope had been analytical to a fault. So much so that you hadn't actually had sex because each attempt was interrupted by him overthinking and you deciding you weren't ready because of it. That being said, however, you'd explored one another thoroughly, enough to make your friends believe you were just as swallowed by lust as they'd been. But it was enough to set you on your feet in a huff as you were embarrassed above all else. 

The sound of your name echoing in the space surrounding you did nothing to bring your focus to the door opening to the bedroom. Although his beautiful features, bold and always in some state of silent inquisition, were trained to you, you ignored the silent call in his expression made visible by your peripheral vision. 

"I just wanted to shut him up...But I... shit, I don't know what to do here...I thought you were happy with me...you said you wanted to take it slow...and then I hear you tell them that you want...you want me to not think so much..." 

"Pope..." 

"How can I not...not when I can't understsnd why the fuck you're even with me?" He paused, tears brimming in his eyes, having surprised you. The angst present was a hidden insecurity you were less than knowledgeable of as he'd usually play everything off so cool. But you could see that it was a worry for him just as it was a constant thought for you. 

"I always want everything to be perfect because you are…The way you make me feel, the way you make me never want to stop smiling...I...I want to make you feel good and make you...come..." You adored how he was almost bashful speaking such vulgarities, despite how he'd just spoken of you not even a minute prior. 

"And I...Look, I don't have that much experience, okay...but I thought I at least made you feel good and-" He hung his head in shame, brushing away a tear, before you'd cross the floor to console him. 

"You DO..." 

"What you said to Sarah and Kiara-" You smirked temporarily before shaking your head. 

"We were just talking...I love how you are with me...Sweet and caring...I'm just a bit pent up is all..." His eyes were darkened somewhere in your words, as if something you'd spoken and flipped some switch in him. 

"Pope?" Before you could gain an answer, he swept you against the door until it closed with a satisfying click. You tried to speak his name again, but were interrupted by his delayed response. 

"You want me to be passionate? In the moment?" You nodded sheepishly as he suddenly dismantled your shorts, hand reaching into your seam to find you already wet by his words. 

"Pope..." 

"If you don't think I want to take you and ravage you every second, then I haven't made myself clear...So I'm gonna rectify that-" Having made only a handful of circles against your clit, drawing them to your natural entrance to for lubrication, he lowered to his knees, taking your shorts and panties along with his descent. 

"Gotta try and be quiet, though...Wouldn't want them to know how my baby sounds when she comes..." He kissed your thigh once pulling it over his shoulder. 

"I earn those moans..." You nodded before feeling his tongue replace his fingers. Your eyes pulled into a roll to how he savored you entirely. Professional to some degree, he knew just where to touch you with the edges of his thumb teasing your clitoral hood whereas his tongue made quick work of your clit. 

"Pope..." You breathed his name in endorsement, the breathlessness existing as one of his favorite sounds apart from when you'd surpass your edge because of him. 

"So good..." He spoke into you before suddenly withdrawing as your eyes found him, plagued with lust. 

"What are you-" 

"Knees. I want those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock, baby...please?" He requested in an amused rise of his tone, well aware how this invigorated you. For that, you moved onto your knees, taking his belt between your fingers as you fumbled. 

"Are you sure about this? I'm only gonna ask once, because I don’t want to hurt you…but if you want me…I’m going to give you ALL of me…" You nodded, your hands freeing him at the same moment you found this confidence, before exposing him to you. 

No stranger to his cock as you'd pleased him in every way aside from penetration, there was something different about how he appeared to you now. It made you more eager. More desperate. More feral... 

"You want it?" You nodded, taking him to the back of your throat immediately. 

"God, I could come down your throat..." You nodded as he scoffed, your eagerness even more a point of arousal for him as it had been for you. 

"The first time I come will be when you can have it dripping for hours, never having to question if I need you..." You blushed as he spoke back the words that you'd said earlier to your friends. But embarrassment was fleeting as he took his fingers through your hair, a firm but cautious hold for mutual stability now in effect. 

"Keep going just like that...yeah..." He breathed, the echo of pleasure always the ambition for you as you basked in how it sounded coming from him. That deep voice mewling in ecstasy was almost too much, forcing you to take it out on his weeping cock. 

"Up-" He ordered once guiding you by your hair and taking you to the bed. But when you expected to be laid flat, he'd turn you away from him. 

"I want you to tell me what you want. I want you to think about it for a second while I get you ready for me, okay?" His fingers removed your shirt, the new skin quickly apprehended by his fingers and teased between a pinch. 

"And then I'm going to do it MY way..." You nodded as his second hand moved between your thighs. 

"Feel good for me baby...make it easy for me to fuck you how I want..." The sound that left your throat was more of a whimper as you could feel him smirk against your shoulder. 

"Know what you want?" He asked as your hand came around his wrist, a firm series of nods leading him to kiss you. 

"I want-" 

His hand was suddenly at your cheek, drawing you to face him. 

"Show me." For this, he'd release you. The absence of his touch was almost painful as you climbed onto the bed, remaining on all fours, before looking back at him. 

"You want it like this?" 

You nodded. 

"Touch it-" You narrowed your eyes for a second in confusion to what he was referencing, before he moved closer, his hand set to leaving yours in place. 

"I want to see how you like it...put this fingers in for me...curl 'em just like I do..." You hesitated as he curved over you from behind, his skin as alight as yours, yet harboring enough restraint to keep from acting on the mania spread throughout you. 

"I want to watch you fuck yourself...so I can study you..." He smirked as you groaned. 

"Pope-" A slap to your ass held his focus to you, his eyes quickly scanning to see if he had crossed a line. But due to the way you had groaned, fingers clutching in desperation at the sheets before you, he'd repeat it. 

"Let me watch you..." Desperate to please him and be pleased by him, you obeyed. Setting two fingers as requested, you pulled them into a curve and began rubbing into your hand as he undressed completely behind you. 

"Now your thumb...rub your clit for me..." 

"Pope-" Another slap came to your cheek. 

"If I have to do it, I'll drag it out until you're shaking...more than you are now..." He smirked, kissing the assaulted skin of your ass, as he led a series of kisses across your hips. 

"Show me how you come when you think of me being this way with you..." Your thumb obeyed, circles made of your nerves, as you closed your eyes before feeling him breath heavy against you. Retracting to keep you in view, he prepared a condom on his cock, always prepared, as a series of sounds and discarded packaging confirming this as he returned behind you. 

"Think you're ready?" 

"Please..." 

You were suddenly flipped onto your back, your eyes finding his heavy with renewed lust, before he pulled your legs up to his hips. 

"I'm gonna give you something to go back and tell them, baby-" 

"I-" 

"And you're gonna scream for me so JJ, and anybody else who has ever questioned, that THIS is how it is..." He positioned himself at a tease of your lips, making the rubber wet with the use of what he'd drawn from you, while you struggled to breathe. 

"Please, Pope...please!" He scoffed, eyes wide with wonder of you pleading beneath him. His panting, greedy, yet still always so angelic girlfriend, so willing and at his disposal. 

"I'm gonna fuck you until you're shaking...and next time, I'll be gentle...maybe…" He thrusted, making it impossible for you to respond in anything but a gasp of how he'd stretched you. Curses spoke in unison made you share a moment of humor before his pace accelerated the bed into a series of squeaks and groans. 

"You feel so good-shit!" He grunted as you nodded in agreement, his body in rhythm with your own as you struggled beneath him in writhing. 

"Pope! Faster!" 

He took a grip of your hips, lifting you just slightly for a deeper angle, while he came to a rest behind your shoulder. 

"Like that baby?" 

You only moaned in response. 

"Tell me how I feel...tell me, baby..." Pope spoke against your ear as you made attempts to obey as he would slow. 

"If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know?" He teased as you met his hips with your own, making him restart his tempo, finding it in perfect precision once again. 

"I want to feel you come around me." He confessed, his thumb meeting your clit as he spoke. For this to happen, you needed one final rush, and so you directed his hand to your neck. He applied the perfect amount of pressure before ultimately using it to keep you where he wanted. 

"I'm gonna-I’m gonna come!" 

"I don't think they can hear you, baby-" 

"I'm gonna come!" You sang, your body buckling as the wave of pleasure washed over you. The convulsions of your body having acted as the final pull needed for his own release as he spoke your name along a series of curses until his hips fell at rest against your own. 

"Fuck..." He breathed while falling at your side. 

"A minus." You teased to keep with the academic humor as he turned and lowered his brows in confusion. 

"Why not a plus?" 

"Because I wanted to give you a chance to get some extra credit..." You teased, feeling him attack you with playful kisses that returned you to the usual existence of your relationship. The turn of a new leaf revealing an addition to your bond. A slew of experiments you couldn't wait to try, with a boyfriend all too willing to appease you...

Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets

[belit0]

PLEASE Izuna 1? But can I make a special request that he not use any degrading language (ie bitch, slut, and the like) and instead more nice/praise like pet names?

IT TOOK ME A LONG TIME BUT FINALLY, HERE I AM!

1)Izuna: Keep moaning my name like that.

NSFW PROMPTS!

He knows it must be taking a terrible amount of willpower for (Y/N) to hold on at this moment, not to close her legs and hide between the sheets, to pretend nothing happened. It's her obedience that turns him on so much, how she tries her best to please him, to make him happy, to give him what he wants.

Izuna can't keep his mouth from between her legs, torturing her abused clit over and over again with a tongue that won't rest, having already made her come about three times by bringing out his talent.

The Uchiha believes all his years of bouncing between woman and woman trained him for this, preparing him for the moment when he genuinely wants to please the girl of his dreams, that one he chose to spend the rest of his life with. (Y/N) doesn't know it yet, but she has him in a choke hold, completely smitten and unable to think of anyone but her, ruling his mind and motivating him to be better.

He refuses to believe a woman finally conquered his heart, but the feelings he has for her are undeniable, making him experience a warmth in his chest he has never felt before.

The first few dates, contrary to what had always happened with other girls, were harmless, with no sex, and normal outings. It was a month before he dared to kiss her, and a few more before even mentioning suggestive advances.

When he started bragging about his otherworldly pussy-eating powers, she simply scoffed, laughing at him and thinking it was all empty promises. Izuna became determined to prove she had no idea who she was dealing with, and this very night, he decided to fuck her for the first time. After a romantic dinner and mood setting, he laid her on the bed approximately an hour ago, not letting her up and making her come over and over again.

He still used nothing but his tongue, not even needing his fingers, and (Y/N) showed concern after each orgasm for the integrity of his jaw. She offered to switch places, claiming to have understood his point and acknowledging the magic of his mouth, but the Uchiha brought her back down by dragging her legs towards him and attacking again.

"You're such a good girl, getting all wet for me. You're all mine, aren't you?"

Izuna asks as he wipes his chin, having achieved her fourth orgasm with nothing but his jaw. He rises from the bed and surveys his work. (Y/N) tries to catch her breath in rapid gasps, her chest rising and falling in agitation, legs spread and surrendered to the side of her body with no strength to move them.

The girl nods her head but does not provide a verbal response, and the Uchiha is not satisfied, "Say it, (Y/N). I want to hear you, now." He can see her bite her lips, and knows she's embarrassed to admit what the two have known since the moment they met. Both of them were devoted to each other when their eyes first connected, and even as strangers, there was an unseen force drawing them together. She belonged to him, as much as he belonged to her.

"I'm yours, Izuna."

"That's my pretty girl. Now quiet, love, I want to hear how preciously wet you are for me, it's intoxicating." He demands while undressing, having denied her any touch of his body until she was sufficiently ready for him.

He climbs over her form, and leads (Y/N)'s exhausted legs to wrap around his waist. The girl follows his silent instructions smoothly, yielding to his will and ready to be used as he desires.

Before the main course, he gently slides his fingers along the outside of her cunt, brushing with a terrible stillness against her clitoris, triggering a reaction of hypersensitivity. He kisses her before she can moan, stifling the sounds with his lips, swallowing every exclamation of pleasure to hear the noises happening between her legs.

He knows she's embarrassed, but it drives Izuna crazy to have evidence of the effect he generates in her body.

His fingers rapidly stroke that spot, double digits making her see stars as Izuna steals her breath with kisses, and as she is about to finish for the fifth time, the Uchiha moves his hand out of the way to replace it with his cock.

They both moan simultaneously, and he allows her to scream out to the four winds as he assaults her neck with wet kisses, his tongue leaving a wet trail from her earlobe to her nipples.

"Shit… keep moaning my name like that, such a good, beautiful girl." He keeps a slow pace, letting her get used to the overstimulation and allowing her used clit a rest. (Y/N) receives and gives everything she has to offer for Izuna to continue until he decides enough is enough, to the point when he determines to cum.

It doesn't appear to be soon; I can tell you that much.

"Make no doubt about it, pretty one. I am going to use you as I need, but you've been so good, you get to decide how. So, tell me, how do you want it, my love?"

"Slo-ow first...fa-ast when you need!" She slowly gets used to the sensation, and her body gradually relaxes, molding itself to Izuna and no longer feeling extremely sensitive. She knows once he realizes this, he will eventually pick up the pace he wants, fucking her brutally and the way he likes it.

Her pussy is going to be exhausted, red, and swollen, but her man will take such good care of her after this, she doesn't even care.

The Uchiha follows her instructions, and when he notices (Y/N) no longer has trouble cooperating with the stimulation, he progressively increases thrusting, forgetting her pleasure to seek his own. She surrenders to his choice and allows the use of her body in achieving the peak Izuna wishes to reach.

"I told you, pretty girl, you have no idea who you're dealing with."

[jessi4branchifer]

WELCOME TO MY BLOG

My name is Jessi and I'm here to spread the LOVEEE😘🥳 WOOO!!

I have been a humongous fan of trolls since 2016 (except for the two month break that I took when I was a HUGE HTTYD fan- don't ask) and I mostly just post little silly trolls scenarios!

Here are the things that I can do:

Answer Questions- I love to answer questions about Trolls and other movies I love to watch, so don't be shy to ask my opinions!

Blab about Branch for about a bajillion hours- he's my favorite character OF ALL TIME and I was so happy when TBT was centered around him 😭🥹

Write fanfictions, though I would prefer to do that on my new blog, @jessi4fanfics (i just made it about ten seconds ago, so there's nothing there yet, lol)

I will take suggestions on stuff, and if you beg me to show you my handmade drawings of Human Broppy AU, I MIGHT show you, but it's not digital or anything, and I'm more of a writer than artist, so maybe that's not something you should do 😘🤣

WRITE ANYTHING BROPPY OR BROZONE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH EEEEE I am also a huge Cliva fan too, so if y'all come up with any ideas, I'm here to share them with

MESSAGING Y'ALL IS TOTALLY SOMETHING I'D LOVE TO DO, so if you wanna ask me something personal, for a suggestion, or just wanna say hi and blab about DreamWorks and Disney, I'm here to do so, as long as you don't talk inappropriately or anything.

Don't worry, ofc I'll think of more stuff as soon as I publish this lol. :D

Here are the things I CANNOT do:

I am a Christian, so if you ask me to write anything that is against what I believe, I will kindly tell you I cannot do that, but don't worry I won't bite ur head off or anything XD, I'm def not that kind of person.

I am absolutely not writing any LGBTQ+ content. I am not homophobic or transphobic and I know majority of people support all of it, but I do want to respect the small bit of people who don't, so I am not writing so I can respect what others say and think. ♥️♥️♥️

I won't talk about war or any of that kind of stuff also for the reasons of people having different opinions. I don't want to ruin friendships with anyone, and I hate it when that happens just because you don't agree on something. For both this and LGBTQ I also want younger viewers to be able to read my stuff, and sometimes when it comes to that stuff, they may be exposed to stuff they shouldn't be at a young age.

I am not writing anything too mature or inappropriate for younger readers- that includes smut, swearing, and make outs (tho I do write butt jokes WAHAHA U CAN'T STOP ME FROM DOING THAT)

I am not AT ALL putting ANY hate on anyone. I believe that everyone should be who they truly are without shame, and that our main goal as people should be to spread love. Which is why I LOVE ALL OF YOU!!

I LOVE these movies and shows TONS

Trolls Band Together (and the whole series duhhh)

Rio and Rio 2

Boss Baby & Boss Baby Family Business

Mickey Mouse Shorts

The Looney Toones Show

Lab Rats

The Lego Batman Movie

Bunk'd

Geek Charming

& More!!!

These are my (main) ships!

Branch x Poppy

Clay x Viva

Blu x Jewel

Mickey x Minnie (duh)

Bugs x Lola

Daffy x Tina

& Obviously SO MUCH MORE

I am a very silly person, HUGE BROZONIE, and I love to joke around! My account on Wattpad is JessiDelanett if you want to read my books/follow me!

I don't have YouTube- YET. Working on it 😜

I love all people, even those who may not like me. That doesn't matter to me, I will only just love you more.

HEARTS AND BLESSINGS. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[luvring]

Niaaaa //wailing, heaving, rolling around on the floor

I cannot stress enough how much I adore your works and love rereading all of them from time to time

Am here to ask if you have any more touchstarved hcs,, or thoughts,, im dying over here

Literally starved for content

gn!reader | REG!!! //waving both hands, jumping up and down giggling. Thank U. this is an honour and incredible compliment. scary bc my old works are...old... but Thank u. U mean the world 2 Me. i didn't thoroughly check what hcs i've already said so sorry there's repeats orz

i'm not saying the LIs would all go to the barbie movie but if someone does make art of that please let me know and tag me especially if it has the i am kenough shirt

they ruined my life saying kuras doesn't eat how is he going to join my girl dinners now. /j but i'll continue to believe he can appreciate how good a meal looks! & he can still sit with you and try to get his hands on your favourite meals for you to enjoy :-)

that thing where they do push-ups and kiss you when they come down with...leander was the first one i thought of tbh. but if you aren't able to lie underneath him he'd just ask for the same amount once he's done!

leander doing the thing he did in the prologue where he took his glove off with his teeth every so often just to see your reaction. like if you react in an amusing flustered staring at him kind of way. i couldn't relate personally (lying) (liar) (huge lie)

i'm sorry for my leander bias but if one of his favourite things is MASQUERADES and we don't see him at a MASQUERADE well it's so joever like him in a suit and mask and showing off how he knows how to fit in because of his past and also he can waltz now or something I'm dizzy i can't breathe

ais using 0.5 camera on people while they're caught off guard. him asking you to take a video of the fight For him because he's going to be part of it. vere selfie folder. mhin 5 followers no icon no posts gc lurker.

mhin would stick to enough of a routine that they'd have a specific spot to sit at different places,,, like a cafe or the library or bus... corner. it's one of the corners. and when someone's taken the spot they're thrown off then have to walk around for a new one (not happy about this) but take it back once they leave. you spend enough time together and they start keeping the spot next to them open for you

^ also they'd always order the exact same thing at restaurants. wouldn't like going to a new place because now they have to find a new default order. just like me fr

is no one going to talk about the idea that vere doesn't like snow because he's chained outside and it's cold . to be fair it could Totally be for a less sad reason like how it gets his Fur Wet (valid) but i've been thinking about that possible angst

also his gloves are just. like. ? odd. inverse drawing gloves. claws... but why only the 3 fingers.... btw his outfit means a constant thigh holding opportunity

kuras and mhin having long conversations about alchemy and sharing their findings with each other ;; mhin at some point getting just a Little excited about something and kuras choosing not to comment on it but being happy to see them let their walls down a little ;; o(-(

ais coming into your room and wordlessly lying next to you in bed and when asked if he needs something he says no? with a smile. he was just feeling lonely and wanted to find you

saying "you look like you can't swim" or "you are an odd individual" to any and all of them . something about it is amusing to me

if you celebrate christmas or like the idea of kissing underneath some mistletoe,, i think it's a good thought that you hold one over your head and wait for a kiss Or that Some of the LIs would Definitely do that themselves.

who do you guys think has the saddest birthday celebration (/no celebration at all.) who's relating to girls who spend their birthday alone and crying and be honest with me

rambling but i just want to say kuras's monster form looks sick as FUCK and i'm so excited for it. it looks like whatever left the scar on his hand seems to be there.. in his monster form...? i thought it was a claw but the positioning is under/through the hand so like??. do i have to bring up the significance of that if true

also is his outfit (minus his jacket)...like a jumpsuit... or can i just not tell because of his three (?) belts. that's not how you wear belts btw /lh. and is the sheer part Part of the top or is he wearing something sheer underneath the white. his sleeves are also sheer but the neckline means his shoulders are out . take off ur jacket

also mhin !! i want to know how big they get and if the transformation is sickening to watch and if they're still aware of everything around them and !!! THERE IS A SPINE(?) COMING OUT FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE SILHOUETTE THAT I NEED TO SEE NOW! & i'm assuming the senobium is Shit so even if we do get in there and get 'help' there would be another shitty price to pay. possible bad ending...??

scenes with all their monster forms where you're asked if you're scared and you say no / yes but you care about them and they falter because they didn't expect that

true good ending is everyone meeting at the wet wick and making a toast and laughing and saying this truly was our touchstarved before the credits roll

[signoraviolettavalery]

I got stuck in the rain today, and consequently ended up with some vampire!Bojan scenes that are frankly too long and important to stick in a non-searchable chat so y'all are in luck today :) :)

(also psst I have no idea how tattoos actually work so I made up some utter nonsense please disregard my lack of medical knowledge, I'm sure @touchyourblood will correct me shortly tho)

This is all a while into their marriage, once Bojan has found out the extent of the abuse Jan has been through and Jan has started healing and figuring out that all the things he's been told and taught and internalized are....wrong.

It's a hot day and Jan stretches out and fans himself, complaining a little about the heat.

"You can go swimming," Bojan suggests. "I don't know if you know, but there's a lovely lake through the woods behind our castle."

"But....people will see my body," he protests.

"Do you not want them to see your body?" Bojan asks gently.

Jan needs a moment to think about that. Gaspar had always put him on display, in every way, and he hated being stared at. And he would be looked at, he'd be recognized as Bojan's husband. On the other hand, it's been years, and Bojan has never shown him off. Perhaps he'd be fine with it. But although he doesn't know the answer to that question, he does know that there's a more pressing issue.

"I don't know," he admits. "But what about - do you want them to see my body?" Isn't it Bojan's to show off? He can't imagine going by himself, stripping off his clothes, letting everyone look without Bojan beside him, an everpresent reminder of who Jan belongs to.

Bojan looks at him in that way he has, when Jan says something that reveals just how different his understanding of things is from Bojan's.

"Oh Jan," he says, in that gentle voice he always uses whenever that happens. He closes the distance between them, puts hands on his shoulders. They're at the point now where Jan feels comfortable with Bojan's touch, welcomes it, even. He knows Bojan won't hurt him or violate his boundaries. It took him a long, long time to believe that, but he does now, and it's exhilarating to be able to find comfort in touch. "You can show as much of your body as you'd like or as little. Go swimming if you want. It's your choice. It's not mine."

It's what Jan has been slowly learning for years now.

He does go swimming. He does get stared at - they know whose husband he is - especially when he takes off his shirt and bares his body. But no one says anything. If he's here, by himself, exposing him in this way, he must have permission. A hunter bride would never forsake their duty so much as to disobey in such a blatant and public way, would never shame themselves and their family.

But they do stare. At his body, pristine and perfect (Gaspar had been so careful to never leave a permanent mark, for all his violence). The fading bite on his neck. He tries to ignore their stares, and once he's in the water, he forgets all about them, reveling in the coollnes of it, diving down, splashing around. Feeling a little like a child again. and then, lying down in the sunshine to dry off with a book, listening to the peaceful calling of birds.

.....

Jan discovers Bojan has a tattoo. Perhaps sometime when they're lying together, talking, exchanging gentle touches, but there's nothing sexual there. Not yet. They haven't even seen each other naked yet, Bojan always feeding by carefully drawing aside Jan's collar. But it's hot, and he's wearing short-shorts, and his thigh is very, very visible.

"I've always wanted a tattoo," Jan admits.

Bojan doesn't ask why he didn't get one. They both know. His body wasn't his; it had been kept pristine for eighteen years in order to be given to someone else. A perfect blank slate.

"Do you still want one?" he asks.

"Yeah," he admits. "But I know I can't," he adds, so that Bojan doesn't think he doesn't know his place.

"Why not?" Bojan asks softly. Patiently.

"Because - " the words almost spill out so easily. Because his body belongs to Bojan. Because it's Bojan's choice. Because Bojan owns him. But as soon as he thinks it, he remembers what Bojan has been so patiently reiterating, and he's been so slowly learning.

"I don't own you," Bojan reiterates, once he's seen the comprehension in Jan's eyes. "Gaspar was wrong to believe otherwise, and wrong to make you believe it too."

"It wasn't just Gaspar," Jan says quietly. "My upbringing - we're trained, you know." He's never told Bojan much about that part. "Brought up to be the perfect bride. They teach us to obey, and to serve, and they instill in us that we all but belong to our husband."

"Well, they're all wrong," Bojan says. "A marriage is a contract, a vow, a promise. It's not ownership. If you want a tattoo, you should get a tattoo. And," he adds, "if you need my permission, you have it."

Jan loves him all the more for that last part. Because he's been slowly learning this lesson, that his body is his and Bojan doesn't own him, but it's a frightening, terrifying fact to stare at head-on sometimes, one that makes him feel helpless and unmoored. He feels paralyzed by it. But Bojan's permission - even if it's permission to do whatever he wants to do - is like a comforting touch in the darkness.

Bojan accompanies him to the tattoo parlor. Jan could have managed on his own, he suspects, but it's comforting to have Bojan there, not to mention it gets rid of a lot of difficulties and questions such as "did your husband give you permission?" that he'd inevitably be asked otherwise.

"My husband would like a tattoo," he informs them at the parlor, and they don't ask beyond that. They don't ask whether it's really Jan who wants the tattoo, and Bojan is indulging him, or if it's really Bojan's desire. They merely nod and say "of course, my lord. Right this way."

He takes off his shirt. He's aware of the gazes on him, and he thought he'd hate them more, but he doesn't. With Bojan's presence here, he feels calm.

"Tell them what you want," Bojan encourages. And though the artist is startled that Jan seems to be the one doing the deciding here, they don't dare say anything. Perhaps they think he's being an indulgent husband and Jan has pleased him enough to merit such indulgence?

He tries not to think about it and simply explains how he'd like a hummingbird, bright and colorful, over his ribs, on the left side, its needlelike beak pointing to his heart.

The artist busies himself making a sketch, while the man who seems like the owner turns to them with a serious expression.

"We can do what you desire, but you should know the task is...more complicated when the subject is a hunter."

"Complicated how?" Bojan asks.

"A tattoo is an injury to the body. Without the injury, the mark would not be permanent. And hunters are ...more durable. They heal faster, more easily," the man explains, facing Bojan more than Jan. "The process therefore requires magic, to slow the healing, to make the image permanent. It also increases the level of pain," he adds, seemingly an afterthought for Bojan to consider.

"I see," Bojan says. "And I assume you can work this magic?"

"Our artist can," the man assures him. "Should you desire it."

Bojan tactfully doesn't correct him as to whose desire is involved here. He merely looks at Jan questioningly.

Jan simply nods at him. Whatever pain they speak off, he has no doubt it will be negligible compared to what Gaspar put him through regularly.

And, when they take the needle to his skin, it really is....well, not negligible, but. It is far from the worst he'd endured.

Gaspar had always loved his cries, his screams, his pain, so he'd learned not to hold them back. To let them fall from his lips, though the irony was, the more Gaspar put him through, the more used he became to pain, the more it required to draw cries from him. And Gaspar could always tell if he was faking. So now, with the fine needle stabbing his skin, he winces slightly, but it's far from drawing any sort of cry from him. It's quite easy, in fact, to lie back and let his mind wander.

Bojan sits by him, playing with his hair and twining their fingers together. He finds he enjoys the comforting touch, and then Bojan distracts him, starts telling him the story behind his own tattoo, and before he knows it, it's over. They're finished, with instructions on how to care for it - again given to Bojan rather than Jan.

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Archon war anon

Very fair on the roman apartments thing! That was more of a "If I had to make this as we can see it work, how would I do it?" than anything serious. There's enough space around there that I would doubt the people there would have felt the need to cramp into living space like that. I'm also just mentally trying to insert towns everywhere I can for the sake of my many competing god territories story, so that influences how far I'm willing to stretch.

The viewpoint does say scattered, and you're right, that scattered isn't what you'd use for "fled together with the adepti".

On the Geo Diaries/Zhongli's story quest, you are very right on that. But another theory that it made me think of, for the mora-house at least, is maybe that story comes from Zhongli's original people before he joined Guizong? Drawing from the stone tablets book again, he supposedly raised Mt. Tianheng out of the water and had some people there on Shanhui Rock/Fort. Maybe the mora-house story comes from further back than the founding of Liyue Harbour? Given that he apparently had Shanhui while with/before Guizhong, and she set up the ballista to defend it, I think it'd make sense for there to be some sort of earlier settlement that maybe got renamed when Morax took all of his people there after she died. This doesn't work out so well for the many gods thing, but it does play into the "Morax had control of most of Liyue" thing pretty well.

I refuse to believe that people had to relearn how to build stones after getting to the harbor though. That's so useful, and the kind of thing that I think is both basic and widespread enough that I can't really see it getting lost.

The scattered theory, even as a non-canon thing to play with is pretty fun! I was plotting out more of the war in a pre-write brainstorm yesterday and ended up writing it in? Not as far as I think you've been advocating for, but I wrote that Morax kind of dumped his surviving people on his allies and adepti and went off to rampage on his enemies for a bit. And none of his allies or adepti had the resources to take all of his surviving people, even though a bunch died when Guizhong died, so they ended up a little scattered.

:) thank you for the replies, this is so much fun! ily too!

this is fun, yeah! i love rambling about liyue history

i guess it is possible that the account of the mora house comes from a long long time ago? and that it just got for whatever reason repurposed for the founding of the harbor? since the guy explicitly speaks of it in the context of building liyue harbor. it would make sense, i could never really get this idea into my head since i, too, had always been of the opinion that the liyue migration must've happened relatively shortly after the fall of the assembly, so them having to relearn how to make houses would make no damn sense. even if it had been generations between the assembly and the harbor, that's still like- like you said with the stones, i don't think people just forget how to build a damn house. but then zhongli just says that it's true???????????????? idk man. again i know he's a little shit but i don't think he purposefuly spreads/actively perpetuates misinformation of that type. (i've come to the realization that all the misinformation he seems to not care about enough to try and make an effort to correct revolves around himself. like he will correct misinformation on other subjects but seems to care very little about misinformation surrounding morax/rex lapis. i might just be missremembering though)

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 182: Delicate

The lovely prompter specifically requested "Delicate" by Taylor Swift as the prompt. I feel like @phoebe-delia is really the person I would entrust to crush prompts for her songs, but I will endeavor to do my best. This is rated M for implied sexual content.

Draco lit up a cigarette while he waited outside of the dingy muggle bar. It was a filthy habit, but one he couldn't seem to shake when he was going out to drink and to dance.

Or when his nerves were spiking (not that he'd ever confess to that). He didn't know why he always showed up early, it only ever served to make him more anxious, but some old habits died hard. Others, he thought as he glanced down at his muggle jeans and wide neck white tshirt, had died very easily indeed.

"Hey."

He looked up to see Harry approaching and he stole Draco's breath the way he always did. He had changed too. A lot. He'd grown into himself in the two years following the war, he was a few inches taller than Draco was now, his shoulders had broadened and filled in, and his hair was long enough to get swept up into a loose bun on top of his head. He wasn't sure how much of that was normal teenage growth and how much was a result of Harry getting bitten by a werewolf and turned.

Perhaps most importantly, though, he'd covered himself in tattoos. Flowers covered his arms (they all represented something, he'd confessed one night about four months into this thing between them, whatever it was), he had sets of footprints with little scrolls containing names that covered his biceps and his shoulders, a snitch tattooed behind one ear, a deathly hallows symbol on his ankle. There was a full moon with a wolfsbane flower on his rib cage, a black dog curled just below. Across his collarbones he had antlers woven through with lilies.

Seeing only a few peaking out at Draco from under his shirt was enough to make him itch with the desire to get Harry naked. Again.

"Hi," he replied, after taking a long drag of his cigarette to keep from seeming too over eager.

Harry took the cigarette from between Draco's fingers and wrapped his lips around it. And Draco was probably a little unhinged for finding it as incredibly hot as he did.

"How was your day?" he inquired lightly; it was always best to be polite, right?

Harry groaned and shook his head, "No rest for the weary."

"I believe the idiom is 'no rest for the wicked'."

"Is it, now?" Harry asked, grinning sharply as he dropped the cigarette to the sidewalk and ground it out with his boot before turning and pressing Draco back against the wall. "I suppose I could try to fit that description instead."

He laughed, tucking a loose curl behind Harry's ear and grabbing his band t-shirt with the other hand to draw him closer and kiss him once, "I really don't think you can."

Harry nipped at his jaw, teeth stinging before he soothed it with his tongue.

"See?" he said, "Can't even bite me properly."

"Draco," he growled in warning.

"Teasing," he said quickly, even though they probably both knew it wasn't entirely true. He'd tried to provoke Harry into turning him a few weeks after they'd gotten reacquainted. Harry had called him out on trying to piss off his dad. He hadn't been entirely wrong but he hadn't been entirely right either. There was something hot about the idea of turning with Harry, of spending full moons together, running through forests.

He hadn't said that, of course, because Harry would think he'd lost the plot completely.

"Let's go inside," he murmured, teeth scraping over Draco's jaw and neck, making Draco shudder and press his body against him. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Yeah."

"Long Island?"

He nodded, chasing Harry's lips for just a moment, Harry hummed and kissed him back, lips moving against Draco's, tongue brushing over Draco's lips as he sought entrance. And Draco didn't think he'd ever get over kissing Harry. Especially where other people could see them. It made his blood sing every time. His reputation was absolutely appalling and Harry kissing him in public always made him have the wild hope that Harry actually liked him.

When Draco pulled back a bit to catch his breath, Harry hummed, following him and kissing at his chin and jaw. “Find us a table to have our drinks at while I fetch them?”

“Fetch them,” he repeated with a laugh. “Just an overgrown dog.”

Harry shook his head but he was grinning like he couldn’t quite help himself. “You’re trouble.”

“You like it,” he teased, pressing his body against Harry’s even harder.

“Merlin help me, I do,” he groaned before pulling away and dragging Draco off the wall.

Once inside, Draco looked around and spotted an empty table off to the right and made his way over to it, casting a discreet (wandless) cleaning charm as he sat down. A few seconds later a thoroughly average looking bloke slid in across from him and gave him a grin, "'ello, luv," he said.

Draco gazed at him coolly, "I'm not interested."

"Aw, give us a try, first," he said, walking his fingers across the table toward Draco's hand.

He resisted the impulse to pull away and watched his progress. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

At that, he covered Draco's hand with his own, "Why's that?"

"I'm not interested," he repeated.

"Come on-"

"I think he politely asked you not to fucking touch him," a voice growled behind them.

A chill stole up his spine at the possessive tone of Harry's voice, Draco smirked as the man spun to see Harry standing behind him with their drinks in hand. The man paled as he took in Harry's form and the barely concealed rage.

Harry set the drinks down on the table, "Get out of here," he said, voice low and dangerous as he leaned toward the other man, his body imposing. "Do not come back. Do not inflict your presence on people who do not desire it."

"I was only-"

"Do not lie," he said, nostrils flaring and lip curling in a snarl. "You reek of ill intentions."

He didn't seem to want to stick around to hear more about what Harry had to say, so he turned and fled the table, moving toward the door.

Harry stood unnaturally still as he watched him, waiting until the door closed before he slid into the chair the man had vacated.

"My hero," Draco tittered, fluttering his eyelashes.

Harry huffed a laugh, shaking his head at Draco, "fuck off."

He grinned and sipped his drink, and they drank in companionable silence for a few minutes, Harry's foot slowly tracing its way up and down Draco's shin.

When he finished his drink, he held out a hand and Harry threw back his second double of whiskey (his tolerance had gotten significantly higher once he'd been turned) before taking it and allowing Draco to pull him out onto the dance floor. Draco turned in his arms and kissed him as Harry wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in closer still, hips grinding slowly against Draco's.

He lost himself to the sway of Harry's hips, to the caress of his hands, the press of their bodies together. For his part, Harry seemed equally lost to the world, focused solely on Draco and their bodies. "Godric," he hummed, mouthing over the column of Draco's neck, "You're so-"

"Harry," he said, groaned really, as he tilted his head back and let the other man kiss and suck at his neck.

"-fucking gorgeous," Harry finished. "Want to get out of here?"

He nodded and Harry grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the door, he slammed Draco against the wall in the alleyway and kissed him until all of the muggles had disappeared.

"Hold on," Harry murmured against Draco's lips, grinning sharply before disapparating them back to Harry's flat. And Draco lost himself in Harry a little more until the two of them were too tired to stay awake any longer.

-------------

When Draco woke again, Harry wasn't in bed anymore and he must have been gone for a while, given that Draco was actually feeling kind of chilly. He stretched and let the last vestiges of his very hot dream about Harry fade away before climbing out of bed and pulling on one of Harry's flannel shirts.

He wandered toward the balcony and stepped through the door, Harry was staring out over the city, elbows leaning on the balcony railing.

"Hey," he said softly, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder.

Harry tensed for a minute before consciously relaxing, rubbing his thumb over Draco's forearm.

"I was having the best dream," he murmured into Harry's neck.

The other man huffed a soft chuckle, "Oh?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed. "Remember that night you took me to Paris?"

Harry laughed, "Oh, that must have been a good dream."

He tucked his smile against Harry's bare shoulder, "Yes. You really do have a skilled mouth."

"I'm glad you think so," he murmured, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of Draco's head where it rested over his shoulder. "My mouth quite enjoys you." Harry went quiet again, mind drifting until it felt like he was miles away.

Draco swallowed and, not for the first time, wished that he could take some of Harry's burdens. Usually, he just ended up apparating away and leaving Harry to his thoughts, too uncertain about his place in the other man's life. "Do you ever dream of me?" he whispered before he could stop himself.

His breath caught and he froze for a minute, but before Draco could panic, he said, "Often."

Draco swallowed, too afraid to ask for more.

"Sometimes, in my dreams, they come after you," he said hoarsely.

And Draco wanted to ask who came after him, who was Harry protecting him from, even in his dreams.

"If you're not here when I wake up from those, it's-" he blew out a breath, shaking his head, "really hard not to apparate to your apartment to make sure you're still there."

"Harry-"

"Sometimes," he continued over Draco, "Sometimes you're doing something ridiculously hot. And I wake up hard as a fucking rock."

He nodded, inordinately pleased. "Good."

Harry chuckled, "Sometimes," he added, "we just go out and do normal things. Go out for coffee, walk in the park, you know," he said with a shrug. "Once, you walked with me on a beach."

"A beach?" he asked, wanting Harry to paint the picture.

Nodding, Harry said, "The sun was just coming up over the water, it turned everything pink and orange. You were fucking radiant. Your hair a mess, big smile on your face, shirt buttoned crooked but you looked like a dream," he said with a laugh. "Like I just wanted to bottle you up, the way you were glowing and free." His hand squeezed Draco's arm, "Merlin, it took everything in me not to just take you away to some deserted island the next day."

Draco didn't know what to say, didn't know how to tell him that he would have let him. Didn't know how to say that he wanted that more than anything.

"Sometimes," Harry said slowly, like he was afraid of scaring Draco off, "you come to me in my dreams. You let me hold you and kiss you, let me make love to you. Slow and sweet." he murmured and Draco's heart felt like it had expanded until there wasn't any room left in his chest.

"You let me stare into your eyes until I'm lost in them," Harry continued, "until they're the only thing I can see. And all I can hear is the way you say my name. All I can feel is your body wrapped around me, drawing me in, holding me fast. All I can smell is your poncy cologne, and your aftershave, and your sweat. It makes me feel fucking feral," he said. "And I-" he dropped his head, suddenly breathing too hard.

Draco slipped a hand up his chest pressing it over his rib cage where he could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Hey," he whispered. "It's okay," he breathed, kissing the back of Harry's neck.

"The wolf takes over," Harry said then, voice devoid of all emotions. "And I bite you." He rested both hands on the railing again, leaning forward slightly like he was giving Draco permission to leave.

Draco pressed a kiss to his shoulder and wrapped his arms a little tighter around him, silently promising, I'm not going anywhere. "Then what?" he prompted lightly.

"Then what?" Harry parroted mockingly under his breath like it was inconceivable. "I fucking like it, alright?" he managed, like it tore him up. "Biting you, right in that tender spot where your neck meets your shoulder; the spot that drives you absolutely fucking wild when I suck at it."

There was a rather large bruise there at the present moment to prove that, actually, Draco couldn't help but think. He did love that and he loved it even more when Harry scraped his teeth over that spot when they were nearing the end. It invariably sent him over the edge.

"I love it," he said, like a confession. "Feeling the way you writhe under me, your soft flesh under my sharp fucking teeth. It feels so good." he managed, like feeling good was something that caused him physical pain.

"Okay," he whispered, not quite sure how to sooth him in this.

"I'm fucking marking you," he finally spit. "I'm claiming you, mating is what my pack would call it."

And Draco couldn't breathe properly for a moment, "Oh," he managed faintly because never could he have imagined a confession of this magnitude.

"So there you go," Harry said, voice tight. "You're sleeping with a fucking monster. Which maybe you already knew but-"

"Harry," he interrupted, suddenly realizing the extent to which the other man was spiraling after telling Draco all of that. "Hey," he repeated, ducking under his arm and slipping around Harry's body until he was standing in front of him, back against the balcony, with Harry's arms bracketing him in. "Hey," he whispered again, stroking one hand into Harry's hair and cupping his jaw with the other.

The other man refused to look at him, keeping his eyes firmly shut.

"Look at me," he requested.

He shook his head and Draco watched a tear track down his cheek.

"You're not a monster."

A broken sob shook out of Harry's chest.

"Oh," he whispered, pulling his head down until it was tucked into Draco's neck. He realized belatedly that it was the exact spot that Harry'd just confessed to dreaming about moments before. "You're not a monster," he repeated.

"Draco," he groaned raggedly, "I could hurt you."

"You think that loving me could hurt me?" he asked. "Because that is all I hear when you talk about your dreams of me."

He pulled back, affronted, "Did you not hear the part where I literally went for your throat? With my teeth?"

"Did you not hear the part where you said that I was in ecstasy while you made love to me?" he asked. "While you bit me?"

"Draco, I-"

"Is that why you always get so bent out of shape when I tell you I want you to bite me?" he demanded. "Not because you don't want to spend your life tied to me, but because you do?"

Harry pulled away completely, turning away from Draco and heading back inside.

"Hey!" he said. "Harry, we are not done with this conversation."

"I am," Harry replied as he stepped inside and made his way to the sink.

He followed him in, shutting the door behind them and crossing his arms over his chest. "I want that too."

"No you don't," he replied without missing a beat.

"You don't get to speak for me," he said, balling his hands into fists. "You don't get to decide-"

"It would turn you!" he exploded. "Do you not get that? It would ruin your life. It would ruin your friendships, your opportunities for work in the wizarding world. It would ostracize you."

"Gee, I wonder what that must be like," he said, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, "You don't want this."

Draco looked at Harry for a long moment, took in his defensive posture, the pleading in his eyes, hands clenched into fists. "When you say that I don't want this, do you actually mean that I don't want you?"

His face crumpled and he turned away, "How could you?"

"You," he said, stepping lightly across the room and moving so that he could see Harry's face once more, "are not a monster," he repeated. "I am not afraid of you. Your love is not going to hurt me."

"It's not just love," he said, "It's ownership, that's the wolf's drive, the desire to possess, to claim, to own. It's-"

"It goes both ways, you know," Draco interrupted. "I love you too," he said, brave as he could possibly manage to be in the light of the gift of Harry's honesty. "And not only do I want you to claim me, to see me as yours," he said because honestly, that idea was hotter than anything and sounded so permanent that Draco's entire heart melted into a puddle in his chest at the thought. "But I also want to hold your heart. I want to call you mine, for everyone to know that you are mine," he cupped Harry's cheek, "It's not just you. You aren't alone. And," he continued, "I don't have a wolf to blame it on. Just my own instincts." Then he gave Harry a little smirk, "Not yet at least."

Harry stared at him for long moments, absorbing what Draco had just said, "I can't make that decision right now. I'm too emotionally compromised."

"I'm not asking you to make any decisions right now," he said calmly. "I'm not expecting you to drag me to bed and mark me," he added, shuddering a bit at the thought, "Although, I wouldn't say no if you did-"

"Draco-"

"The point," he continued, "is that all I want to do is make it clear to you that you are not alone."

He hummed and grasped the flaps of the flannel shirt Draco had borrowed, pulling him in closer, "not alone," he murmured softly.

"Not alone," Draco repeated, leaning up to steal a kiss. "Not anymore."

-----------------------

read more of my drabbles

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Adam Gets World's No.1 Worst Peepaw Shirt (2024)

-------

[Note: Please Click On The Drawing To Make It Bigger In Order To Read The Purple Words Better On Peepaw Adam's Shirt, and the speech bubbles from those who are speaking.

and incase it might still be a bit hard to read what Peepaw-Adam is saying here is what he is saying in the drawing: "What does this shirt say..? I can't read it Upside-Down. it was a Gift from a "Earth Angel Princess" who calls herself "The Eveningstar Princess" Whatever that means. but she is my Alternate Counterpart's Descendant-Granddaughter, who is also a Descendant of both Cain & Seth, as well as King David and King Solomon as well as King Solomon's Son, Rehoboam. man, sucks to be her, how unlucky is she to be the descendant of King Solomon! but at least she can be thankful to be My descendant! well, that OTHER me's own descendant anyway. man, the words on this shirt is VERY long, it must talk about how AWESOME I am."....despite what he might think, it doesn't talk about how Awesome he is. XD lol ]

Credit for Hazbin Hotel goes to Vivienne "Vivziepop" Medrano & SpindleHorse

Credit for Transformers goes to Hasbro & TakaraTomy

Credit for Transformers: Prime Series goes to Jeff Kline, Alex Kurtzman, Duane Capizzi & Roberto Orci

Credit Transformers Animated Series goes to Sam Register & Matt Youngberg

Credit for Steven Universe Series goes to Rebecca Sugar

Credit for Cuphead goes to Studio-MDHR

Credit for Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt goes to Gainax

Credit for Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts goes to Radford Sechrist & Bill Wolkoff

----------

I regret nothing...

and I think Ficto-Peepaw Adam deserves that shirt.

Cuphead is trying not to laugh, and Steven knows how bad it will be if Adam finds out what that shirt says, possibly thanks to Garnet's future vision.

also, I like idea of Knockout being Steven's Cybertronian Guardian and Knockout could of started out as Steven's Guardian when Steven was just a baby, and it being Rose who was the first out of the Crystal Gems and Other Humans besides Greg in Beach City that saw the good in Knockout, and Garnet was the second to see the good in him and Amethyst was the third but it took Pearl a lot longer to fully trust Knockout.

also Kipo in this, is a future version who still has part of her new hair style from the epilogue but this version of Kipo grew her hair longer and might be around her mid-20s and is married to a unknown spouse.

Sari in this drawing is 23 years old but close to becoming 24 years.

or she could already be 24 years old.

and yes, I am the "Eveningstar Princess" and "Earth Angel Princess" who gave that Adam the shirt. XD

I am Cain & Seth's Weird Descendant Granddaughter, Long Live The Divine Feminine Revolution and for it's Healing and Recovery!

we should put a protective barrier around the Earth to stop the Negative and Toxic energy from the Toxic-Masculine energy through, and only allow the positive Masculine energy through.

it might be able to help both Omni-Mom and the Divine Feminine heal even more if all Earth Angels worked together to form a protective barrier so that the Feminine part of the Earth can heal properly...and the whole two certain Masculine sides crossing the line with their fight is not helping in the recovery process.

Lucifer and Samael still ain't the boss of me, no matter which one of them is Cain's Dad...

also even if not everyone has to agree to it but respect my new view of belief...

but I'm still going to believe in both God/Heavenly-Father & Goddess/Earthly-Mother...

and I rather not have some Toxic-Religious jerk from before, make me feel really bad and cry and throw those misused words they threw me before...I'm still gonna hope I don't run into that Toxic-Religious Jerk again...that still might count as religious trauma, which could be second to any past life Toxic-Religious Trauma...

I guess it was a little surprised that fans were right about that Adam from Hazbin Hotel, being THE Adam...which means he is like a Alternate Counterpart of the one that was from here...

which still makes that Adam from Hazbin Hotel, "The First Peepaw"

don't know if Cain will appear in that series or what he would be like.

but no matter the Multiverse, he is still Grunkle-Grandpa, along with Seth being Grunkle-Grandpa...at least the descendants they had married each other many generations later...is that correct...?

they don't need to be marrying too close to the tree...

the descendants of the early generations that were descended from Seth and Cain, would have to have different DNA from another Paternal and Maternal source and they would have to still marry into different bloodlines to different humans in order for the descendants of both Seth and Cain back then, were to marry each other...because it would mean they would be hardly be closely related so there will be no possible problems with the future offspring.

which I'm glad to be a "Purple Blood" rather than a "Blue Blood", yeah being a "Blue Blood" is like another word for Royalty but given that is true, but I'm glad that some of my Ancestors are both Royal and Non-Royals, and I don't want to be called a blue blood, but instead a purple blood. :)

also even if ya can look to the situation with Cain and who his bio-dad is, either it be Samael or Lucifer, and it being like the same situation in a Hazbin Hotel AU's Fanon Timeline....with Adam being the Step-Dad of Cain...

it would still make for a good Jerry Springer comedy, but instead of Jerry, it's some guy named Perry who has to talk to both Eve and the possible fathers of Cain, and even have the Step-Dad Adam there as well...

I wouldn't be surprised if Adam and Eve from Hazbin Hotel are divorced, like for all we know, Eve could of left him like around early 202X.

Adam could act like it never happen and could be in denial that both of his two ex-wives Lilith and Eve left him...

which would serve that Peepaw Adam right, that's what you get for being a selfish, egoistical, toxic-masculine jerk.

I think it could be interesting if it turn out Cain and Charlie were half-siblings, which would mean that Lucifer from that series was with Eve first before he and Lilith fell in love...

like Eve and Lucifer had to have a mutual break-up, because they knew they couldn't truly be together because one of the reasons being Adam...and at some point Lucifer meets Lilith, falls in love again, but for all we know Lucifer could still have feelings for Eve as well.

and yeah, like the shirt that Adam is wearing points out...

Abel should not be around Fluffy-Babies, and if ever tried that "offering" stuff with my first or second cats (my first cat is no longer with us and had passed away a few years ago, and I was lucky to get my second cat when they were still a little kitten.) I would go Feral Earth Angel on him.

and like I said before, if those at the vet did anything wrong with my second cat or like if they weren't taken there on time...

if I had the power to, I would start Omnigeddon...

like in theory it is like Armageddon but FAR and way worse...

lucky it might not be thing...but yeah the thoughts of wanting to start Omnigeddon did come to my mind if anything bad happen to my second cat when they had to go to the vet and they had to have surgery.

also there could be better ways to spiritually offer food even if it is meat to like both the Heavenly-Father & Earthly-Mother...

like having to cook it, and serve it with fruits and vegetables and eating it with friends and family...

and also spiritually sharing it with both the Heavenly-Father and Earthly-Mother...

and yeah, I'm still going to view both Abel and Cain being in the wrong, but Cain only got far worse because of bad parenting and his depression getting far worse and reaching a very dangerous breaking point...

and if anyone needs to be redeem at Charlie's Hotel, it's both Cain and Abel.

oh, and yes Steven is holding a cellphone to talk to Knockout and one could view that Steven is whispering so Adam doesn't hear him.

anyway hope some like this Crossover Fanart.

and once again, when it comes to giving Ficto-Peepaw Adam that shirt, I still regret nothing. XD

[civilight-eterna]

Ok hear me out. Perfumer's known for her scents and perfumes and her super sensitive nose. Foxes IRL are known for marking their territory with their extremely pungent urine. Can you connect the dots and make Lena scent marking piss kink real for me?

first time writing piss kink pls be nice IT'S SO NAUGHTY

going with lena/erato/pallas this time!

cw: piss (duh)

...

Lena had known for a while that the greenery of the convalescent garden harbored an admirer from time to time. Sometimes she'd peer over her shoulder for something she'd forgotten and catch sight of the familiar pastel pink plumage that crowned the head of one with a fervent gaze.

Just as soon as she'd notice, however, she'd alight like a fearful canary and dip through the leaves.

"Pallas," Lena remarks to her near-asleep partner, fluttering her fingers through her bangs. "She's here again." With a bemused chuckle, she adds, "Looking a little afraid of the fox in the hen house, as it were."

"'Tis not fear that stays her hand, my lady, but thine ephemeral expression of care for the flowers, surely."

"Alright. Even if that's true...shouldn't she introduce herself properly? You're close, aren't you?"

"Verily, indeed. Alas, if only she could hold her liquor a little better-"

"And...she knows I'm alright with everything, right?"

"Most assuredly. The nature of our relationship, I took great care explaining. She knows she is welcomed. I simply thought it uncouth to goad her were she not amenable."

"Of course. Hm. Suppose you let her know we could speak, all of us together? Do you think she'd feel more at ease...beside a friend she knows well?"

"I shall make a correspondence with her posthaste. After, that is-my mid-morning rest."

"Fine. Rest well then."

Pallas laid down back where she had been sunning herself and spoke out the side of her mouth.

"...If you so feel any urges again-"

Lena giggled heartily, voice light as wind chimes, "Pallas, please. It's no fun if I tell you exactly when I'll do it again!"

They shared a laugh, and Lena went back to tending her flowers.

...

"I understand you wanted to talk to me?" Erato was speaking clearly, confidently, but Lena could see the tension in her shoulders.

"Mmhm, but perhaps I could say the same to you. I've seen you around the garden so often, and sensed your eyes on me more times than that." Lena props her backside against her desk, arms folded, one ankle crossed elegantly over the other. "I have an idea...what's on your mind." She sent a sidelong glance to Pallas with a gentle smile, "But I think I'd really like to just hear it from you."

"Lena..." Erato swallowed, "It's just that. For all the words that oft flow so easily from me, I can't find what to say when I'm before you. I can't describe you for the life of me, because what words I find aren't enough. But-" Erato's fingers trail the fabric edge hugging her chest, stroking towards her heart. "-I haven't courage enough to express myself another way."

"Hmm, I see. I think I understand." Lena sits herself on the edge of the desk fully. She does not miss the subtle part of Erato's mouth as she languidly crosses one leg clear over the other, but she only smiles fondly. "Would you be seeking some inspiration? Maybe you could both, come over here and kneel?" Lena draws a finger to her lips, "So I can tell you what good girls you are."

...

Lena's office becomes a haven for the three of them, at which she sits center as its goddess. Truthfully, she doesn't have such grandiose ideas of herself, but with Pallas and Erato repeating it in such earnest as they touch each other, touch her, from between her legs, she could stand to believe it.

If she could stand at all. They really are so naturally lyrical as they sing her praises, press kisses against her legs and thighs, and it's not long before Lena is ripping her own tights open to let Erato's silver tongue slide deep against her.

"Nnh-" Her legs flex, over Pallas' shoulder, around Erato's waist, and her head is going blank with disbelief that she gets to share so much affection with both of them at once. She's felt the yearning fill her stomach like the pit of an overripe peach for so long, and she knows it's been longer for Erato, and knows that her and Pallas have so much love to share.

Erato does something clever with her tongue and Lena gasps, arching and curling her fingers into her hair, and as she loses her balance Pallas is there with a hand at her back, so chivalrous to a fault, ready to keep her upright.

Lena is so close. She feels a sudden unbearable urge behind her cunt at the sight of Erato framed between her legs, and she grabs for her face, draws her up-

"Erato-"

She doesn't have to say another word. Erato pliantly tips her head back for the long, wet kiss that follows, bracing her hands on Lena's inner thighs to sit upright between her legs-

Lena cups the back of her neck and rocks herself forward, hands slipping, anchoring on Erato's shoulders to keep her breasts right against her cunt as they kiss, as the pressure mounts inside.

Such a pretty bird. Such a full, soft body.

"Aaahn-Lenaaa-" Erato pants into her mouth.

"Stay-stay like this-I want, I want to-" Lena murmurs desperately, and Erato presses tight and close, the front of her dress slipping down, the shape of her body plumping up against her-

With a poorly-contained cry, Lena is cumming, and some primordial part of her id releases everything at once.

She pisses all over Erato's breasts, the hot liquid soaking the delicate fabric until it clings to her body. Erato is cupping herself so closely against Lena that it pools in her modest cleavage for a few moments before dripping down, drenching the fabric clear to her navel.

Mine, she thinks, mine, mine, mine.

In a daze, she registers movement from between her legs, of both Pallas and Erato rising to their feet, the former taking her hand to help her dismount the desk.

They're all absolutely filthy, one way or another.

"Might I suggest-" Pallas gingerly wipes her mouth, then gestures towards the herbal spas, "-a wholesome group-bath?"

"Y-Yes. I think that's in order." Lena agrees, casting a glance in Erato's direction. Now she understands what it's like to be speechless, to worry about what to say or how to say it-

But Erato simply grins wide.

"Absolutely."

...

The three of them soak in the huge bath. Dried herbs and flowers perfume the water, and Lena sits with a slumbering head on each shoulder.

She thinks to herself that perhaps, when they do it again, she won't let them wash off so quickly.