#fic reupload

[herearedragons]

Drain Life (f!Amell, Tower of Ishal, 1041 words)

“Kyana - are you alright?”

Alistair stops and turns around to look at her; she scowls back. His silhouette is blurry against the line of torches on the wall, the only source of light in the dark hallway.

She misses magelight. Cleaner, brighter, and it comes without the side effects of heat and smoke, the smell of which makes her want to vomit.

“I’m fine. We need to hurry.”

“That wound looks bad. Your entire side is bloody; I don’t think a bandage is going to cut it.”

Kyana clenches her teeth, trying to keep from hissing at her fellow warden to shut up and keep walking.

“I. Am. Fine,” she repeats, now with more pressure in her voice. Over the last few minutes, her leg has gone from numbness to stinging pain several times, and the feeling of warm blood seeping through her robe is insufferable, and she doesn’t need Alistair to add even more discomfort on top of that.

“They should have a stock of healing potions somewhere,” one of the soldiers accompanying them pipes up, “Maybe poultices - ”

“Enough!”

A small wave of force glides through the air along with her voice.

“We don’t have time to rummage through every room,” Kyana says. “We’re already too late. Therefore, we keep moving, and I swear I will burn alive the next person who mentions looting. Am I clear?”

In response, silence. She raises her voice again:

“Am I clear?”

“Y-yes, ser,” the guard mumbles.

“Good,” she says, and begins walking. The other three follow suit, and soon outrun her, leaving her limping at the back of the group.

Walking hurts, of course. It somehow hurts more than anything she had experienced before; the Joining, the Harrowing - neither of those come close to the everpresent burning and heaviness she feels now. She leans on her staff instead of her foot, but it still slows her down.

It’s fine, she thinks. I’m a mage; I don’t need to be fast. I need to be smart.

Just as they approach the stairs to the next floor - her entire body protests just at the thought of climbing them; she orders it to shut up, - she hears skittering across the floor, and then feels a tainted presence.

She and Alistair turn around at the same time; their voices merge in one shout:

“Darkspawn!”

Alistair and one of the guards rush forward, deflecting crossbow bolts with their shields; the second guard takes cover behind a crumbled pillar. Her leg feels too heavy to do even that; all she can do is lean on her staff and conjure a barrier.

It feels better once she reaches into the Fade, allows her mind to do what it’s been yearning to do for hours: leave. She lets the feeling envelop her, help her forget the pain, the weariness.

Kyana closes her eyes and sends her mind forth.

She can feel each of the darkspawn; their location, their size, their movements. Alistair and the guards too, though weaker, small disturbances in the space.

She breathes in, exhales and reaches further, lets the magic fill her to the brim until there’s nothing left but pure energy, pure will. It washes over her thoughts, her senses; suddenly she’s aware of the exact reach her spells would have, how many of them she can afford, in what order.

Time slows down.

How does she want to do this?

The ground erupts beneath the group of genlocks Alistair is fighting off; they shriek as rubble tears through their flesh. The hurlocks’ crossbows explode in their hands, unused bolts rising into the air, forming a cloud that crashes right back onto them with arcane force; they don’t even make a sound.

She comes to on her knees, still clutching her staff; she tries to pull herself up, but to no avail.

Her gaze drifts to the left; the other guard lies still behind a pillar, a dagger sticking from his chest; next to him, a genlock’s corpse, crossbow bolt in its neck. She didn’t even notice it happen - didn’t notice them kill each other.

The genlock draws in a rasping breath. Still alive -

Her first instinct is to cast one more spell and finish it off, but it’s overpowered by something new, something scratching at her from within like the worst hunger she has ever experienced.

She feels the blood stain on her robes; it’s getting bigger, and with perfect clarity, Kyana understands that she won’t make it down from the top floor if the wound goes untreated.

The genlock wheezes; she grinds her teeth and begins to walk towards it. It’s not a long distance, but she remembers all the curses she knows until she’s there, near the dying creature in the pool of its own black blood, and the demand within her is getting louder and louder.

She dips a finger into the tainted blood and draws a glyph on the ground; the simplest healing glyph, but inverted. They teach the wrong form of it in the Circle, so it won’t work if a curious apprentice decides to try it, but her advanced studies included the correct form of the spell.

Drain Life.

Kyana watches as red mist trickles from what she assumes to be the darkspawn’s nostrils - and then shoots towards her; there’s a wave of heat and a wave of nausea, a metallic taste in her mouth as her body begins to compensate for the blood loss, devouring the stolen life energy.

The genlock goes still.

 Not maleficarum, she thinks. Not maleficarum. Just simple entropy, a clean transfer of life force from one vessel to another. The glyph could have been written with anything.

Her leg still hurts, but at least the bleeding has stopped; it’s at this moment that Alistair runs up to her, out of breath.

“I may need another bandage,” Kyana mutters, letting him help her up to her feet.

[diedraechin]

thinking about uploading some old fics, like really old fics, to ao3 from my time in the HP fandom so they aren't lost. (just discovered that one was literally never posted anywhere other than skyhawke (figured I'd start there) and is now gone forever (except for my copy and if people downloaded it))

can anyone tell me what the etiquette is for reuploads in regards to backdating/not backdating? especially when you haven't been in the fandom for +10 years and don't know how to tell people that "btw, stuff might be available on ao3 now"

[rafeandonlyrafe]

defending you (nsfw version)

i somehow forgot this fic when i was reuploading all the ones from my old blog. fun fact: this is the first rafe fic i ever wrote! and i actually wrote two different versions. this is the established relationship and smut version, here is the sfw version!

words: 3.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, bullying?, violence, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, daddy kink, fingering, female receiving oral,

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“rafe!” you yell, relieved to see him standing out on his dock, sorting through something in a box. you swim closer, the final stretch of the long distance somehow seeming like miles.

“rafe!” you yell again, waiting for him to hear, but you know the sound of the whipping wind is carrying your voice in the opposite direction.

rafe straightens up, and turns back towards tanneyhill. “rafe!” you’re yelling desperately at this point. he finally turns, having heard what he thought was his name. he scans the dock quickly, thinking he’s going crazy hearing things, and then he sees you wave at him frantically from in the water.

“y/n?” rafe screams, his face going pale seeing you swimming towards the dock.

“rafe.” you smile, received to finally be done with your long swim. 

“what are you doing?” rafe rushes towards the ladder as you begin to climb up, legs and arms weak. “the water is freezing and there’s a storm coming in.”

“i know.” you shiver as you pull yourself onto the dock, with help from rafe. you can’t even stand as your legs crumble. “i was paddleboarding before the storm came and someone came and knocked me off my board and took it and my paddle. i swam here because it was closest.”

you’ve never formally labeled your relationship with rafe, not beyond him calling you ‘my girl’, but everyone on the island knows you’re an item. 

it all started with your friendship with sarah. you’re not rich enough to be a kook, but not poor enough to be a pogue, leaving you in a weird middle ground that you’ve grown to love, getting accepted into both groups' parties. you became friends with sarah pretty quickly when you both agreed that the silly feud between the two sides of the island has gotten too extreme.

whenever you would sleep over with sarah, or even just head out to surf or get ice cream, rafe would find some sort of way to be involved, much to sarah’s annoyance and your joy.

it wasn’t until you and sarah began to grow apart that rafe made his move. he kissed you one night at a party and ever since then, it’s been the two of you against the world. you still get along with sarah, but it’s different now that you’re with her brother.

“who took your board?” rafe eyes flash with anger, the kind all the pogues tell you he’s capable of, but that you haven’t seen for yourself. you know rafe hides his bad parts from you, but you’ve heard whisperings from people about the best place to score on the island, and that his rage can get out of control.

“kelce’s friend. i don’t know his name. that blonde guy.”

“topper?” rafe questions, knowing it can’t be him, but can’t think of any other guy you might be referring to.

“no, no. that new guy. family just moved into that blue house.”

“luke?” rafe practically spits his name out.

“yeah, him.” you nod, a shiver racking through your body. the water was the coldest you’ve ever felt it in obx, but thankfully your hard swimming kept you from being too cold. it’s only now, on the dock with the harsh wind, that you feel the real chill.

“hold on, let me get you a towel.” rafe curses himself for not getting you one quicker. he runs to the nearest boat, flipping open a seat and grabbing the fluffiest, warmest towel he sees.

rafe helps you stand now that you’ve got some feeling back in your legs. he wraps the towel tightly around you, pulling you into his arms to warm you up even more.

“what kind of boat was he driving?” rafe asks

you don’t want to talk, or think, just want to lay your head against rafe’s chest and soak up his warmth, but you’re eventually able to mutter out, “a black speedboat. i don’t know more than that, it all happened so fast.” truth was, you knew it was an expensive brand, just way beyond anything your family would be able to afford, so you had no clue what it was.

“and he just came and knocked you off?” rafe curses himself as soon as he says it, because it sounds like he doesn’t believe you, but really he just wants to get the story straight before he beats this guy to a pulp.

“yeah.” you sniffle. “he made a huge wake on purpose that made me fall off, and then he just grabbed my board and paddle before i could get back on.”

“y/n?” you hear your name being called and turn to look down the dock at ward and rose, concern etched over their features. you got along decent well with them, being invited to some family dinners with rafe, but there was still a bit of awkwardness, you being the first longterm girlfriend that rafe has ever had.

“hi, sir.” you say as he walks closer, stepping out of rafe’s arms.

“don’t tell me you were swimming in this weather.” ward says. it is unseasonably cold in the outer banks, and the wind is picking up every second with dark clouds on the horizon.

“not intentionally.” you shake your head. "someone knocked me off my paddleboard and they took it. i swam here because it was closest."

ward looks at his son, and rafe gives a stern nod, a silent conversation happening that you’re not privy to.

“i’m gonna go get your board back for you, y/n.” rafe says, effortlessly snatching the boat keys out of the air that his father tosses to him.

“rafe, i don’t expect you to do that. plus the storm-” your worried expression is snatched off of your face with a quick kiss from rafe.

“we look out for own here, yeah?” rafe says, hand coming to your face and pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

“thank you.” you say with a tight swallow of your throat, worried about rafe in this weather, but knowing that there’s no stopping him.

“i’ll be back soon, you go inside and warm up, okay?” rafe says, stepping back towards the boat. you nod, a tight feeling twisting in your stomach as you watch rafe going to defend you, going to get back what’s yours. he especially knows what that paddleboard means to you, having bought it for you himself. you had one from your parents, but it was a few years old and worn from how much you use it.

“come on, y/n.” rose says, placing a hand on your back as you walk up the dock to the house.

“thank you so much.” you say as you reach the kitchen, rose handing you a glass of water.

“no problem at all, you know you’re always welcome here.” ward says, and you almost blush at the approval of rafe’s father. you’ve always tried hard to get on his good side, being almost overly polite and helping out whenever needed, but what really won rose and ward over was rose going to your mothers hair salon. it’s the best on the island and your mom gives her extra product since you’re with her stepson.

“are you okay? can i get you anything else?” rose asks you.

“no, thank you so much. i might just go hop in the shower and wait for rafe to come back in his room, if you don’t mind?” you give the best pleading puppy dog eyes you can to ward, and he nods after only a second of hesitation. he doesn’t like you being in rafes room, and usually makes you hang out in common areas, which lead to a lot of interrupted cuddling or makeout sessions.

it’s not like ward is completely unaware what you two get up to, he even one time bought rafe a pack of condoms and attempted to have a safe sex conversation with him, much to rafe’s dismay, which he later recanted to you, before pouting that you were giggling at him, but made up for it by putting one of those condoms to good use.

“thank you again for helping me, i was so scared out there all alone.” 

“go before i change my mind.” ward says. you give a flash of a smile before speed walking towards rafe’s room, a path you know by heart. you undress in his attached bathroom, leaving your wet clothes on the floor.

you take a deep sigh of relief at the warm water, but you don’t want to spend too long in there, anxiously awaiting rafes arrival back. you use his soap, the one that leaves a scent on his skin that you’re obsessed with, but forgo trying to control your hair, opting to put it up in a bun with the hair ties he leaves in his bathroom cabinet for you.

you end up grabbing clothes from rafes closet, even though you know sarah won’t mind if you borrow some of hers, putting on one of the few casual tshirts rafe has, as well as his boxers in favor of actual bottoms.

you’ve warmed up a lot, but there’s still a chill in your bones, so you slide under the covers, flipping on the tv, missing your phone at this moment which is sitting at home, waiting for you to return from your paddleboarding trip.

you’re about to drift off when the door suddenly opens.

“rafe.” you breath out, hopping out of the bed to go to him. he’s soaking wet from the rain that came in with the storm, but he’s got a proud gleam in his eye.

“i got your board back.” rafe says. “and that asshole won’t mess with you anymore.”

you gulp, hoping that just means rafe gave him a stern talking to, but as you look down at his knuckles, you can tell it’s not true.

“rafe!” you gasp, grabbing his hand and lifting it up. his knuckles are red and looked bruised.

“it’s alright, baby.” rafe says, stepping into the room and closing and locking the door behind him. “i just punched him once so he would know not to mess with you again. i know you don’t like violence, but he needed to learn his lesson not to mess with you.”

you pout, but nod in agreement. you certainly wouldn’t want any other girls, or anyone at all for that matter, to fall victim to the same ‘prank’ he did to you. 

“thank you so much.” you place your hands on rafes neck and bring his head down so you can kiss him, having to get up on your tippy toes to do so.

“anything for you baby, you know how much i love you.” but you don’t, and you freeze at the words.

“what, you don’t love me back?” rafe teases, acting like he didn’t just drop something so huge for the first time in your relationship.

“of course i love you, rafey, i just didn’t expect you to say it.” you blush, ducking your head. you’ve actually thought over the past couple months about your time with rafe, how safe and loved he made you feel. it came naturally to you, loving him.

rafe ducks down for a strong kiss, leaving you breathless when he pulls away and strides towards the bathroom. “gonna shower quickly princess, you get back in bed.”

“okay.” you say shyly, suddenly nervous. you get back under the covers, thankful for the thick comforter wrapping you in warmth. your eyes return to the tv, and you don’t even realize that you’ve started to drift off until you’re suddenly awoken by the bathroom door opening and shutting and rafe stepping out in just a towel wrapped around his waist.

“oh, i’m sorry baby, i didn’t mean to wake you.” rafe says, seeing the sleep in your eyes and how desperately you need it.

“it’s okay.” you sit up, only for rafe to gently push your shoulder back into bed. he climbs in next to you, leaving the towel around his waist much to your disappointment.

“but i have to thank you for getting my board back.” you pout as rafe wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his chest.

“you can thank me once you’ve rested.” rafe says, stretching to turn the lamp next to the bed off. he also turns down the tv, but leaves it on.

“mmkay.” you really don’t have it within you to argue. you lay your head against rafe’s chest and snuggle close, a shiver wracking through your body.

“are you still cold?” rafe’s body tenses under you.

“i think the effects are still wearing off, im okay though, promise.” you really don’t want rafe to leave to go punch luke again, so calming him down is your best bet.

“i got something that can warm you up, princess.” rafe says, hands suddenly finding your hips. his fingers skim underneath his boxers that you’re wearing, and you can’t help but let out a soft moan, knowing there’s no way ward or rose can hear you from the opposite wing of the house, and with the rain now battering against the windows.

“off, please.” rafe says, tugging them down. you help maneuver until you’re left in just his shirt.

rafe tugs you so you’re half on top of him, one leg slinged over his hips. his hands find your pussy instantly, pleased that your wetness is already growing.

“my pretty girl needs daddy, right?” rafe says, using the nickname for himself that has you biting your lip, feeling your nipples harden against his chest.

rafe laughs gently, fingers sweeping up and down the outsides of your folds, not moving closer like you want him to. he only teases for a minute before he presses his finger against your hole. you instantly relax at the familiar feeling, letting him shove his long and slender finger inside of you.

you’re able to get just enough angle to grind your clit into the towel, making his finger thrust in and out even easier. you let out a mewl as a second one presses against your entrance.

“you can take it, baby.” rafe says, causing you to shake your head. usually rafe gives you a lot of time to warm up before he even tries to finger or fuck you, knowing how much it helps you loosen up.

“you can.” rafe says, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “you wanna know how i know you can? because you’re my good little girl, and you’d never disappoint me. so you’re gonna take both my fingers, and then you’re gonna take my cock, alright?”

you stay silent as his second finger enters you, it only burns for a split second before the pleasure returns.

“answer me.” rafe says softly, knowing better than to be too rough with you considering what you just went through.

“gonna take your cock.” you nod. “gonna be good for you.” you lift your head off of his chest to kiss along his jaw, nipping at it with a giggle when he clenches it as you grind your hips just right to press against his cock, already completely hard under the towel.

rafe drags his fingers out, somewhat reluctantly as he already misses feeling you clenching around him, but is brought relief knowing his cock will be next. he pulls the towel to the side, letting himself spring free and rub against your bare pussy.

“do you trust me?” rafe whispers, not making any move to reach for a condom.

“of course.” you say, kissing the side of his mouth, “i love you.”

rafe slides his fingers up to your clit, rubbing it gently as he presses his cock against your entrance. you sink down onto him, eyes squeezing tightly closed as the pleasure takes over.

“good girl. almost all the way in.” rafe says, helping push your hips down until you’re fully rested on his cock. you lay your head back down on his chest, letting yourself breathe as you wait for rafe to begin to snap his hips up into you, or for his hands to tap your hips, signaling you to move.

it doesn’t come, and eventually you begin to rock, wondering if rafe was letting you take control.

“no, no, shhh.” rafe says, holding your hips down. “let me just warm you up from the inside baby, you go back to sleep. when you wake up i’ll put a condom on and fuck you like you deserve.”

you realize as he speaks that you are now completely warmed up, his cock bringing you to the perfect temperature.

“you sure, baby?” you ask, hoping he says yes, loving the thought of sleeping together, joined in the most intimate way.

“of course i’m sure. you keep my cock nice and warm in that sweet pussy and i’ll keep you warm in my arms.” 

“thank you.” you turn your head to kiss his chest. “i love you so much.”

“love you too. now close those beautiful eyes and get some rest. i know you’re tired.”

rafe is right, as soon as you stop fighting the sleep, you’re out like a light.

you’re not sure how long you sleep before a loud clap of thunder wakes you up. you lift your head, the only light in the room being from the tv, still on, now muted. 

you circle your hips, smiling at feeling rafe’s cock still deep inside you. “mmm, that feels good baby.” rafe says, also waking up from the storm.

“can you fuck me now?” you ask, almost politely. it makes rafe smile, thinking about what a good girl you are.

“i thought you said you wanted to thank me? don’t you wanna ride me?”

you nod quickly, glad to have a chance to be in charge. usually rafe is the one on top, not liking to be out of control, so you start moving before he has a chance to rethink.

you sit up, his cock hitting a whole different angle as your position changes.

“wait.” rafe places a hand on your hip. “let me put a condom on first.”

“it’s okay.” you say quietly, not sure if rafe feels the same way. “i’m on birth control and i’ll take a plan b tomorrow. you’re doing such a good job warming me up i want your cum warming my insides up too.”

this sends rafe into a spiral, the thoughts of flooding your insides, of marking you as his. even though he knows its too early, he thinks about the future where he gets to cum inside you with no birth control or plan b taken the next morning, seeing your tummy swell up, marking you as his.

his plants his feet on the bed and begins to fuck up into you, his hands lifting you up and down in pace with his thrusts. you place your hands on his chest to try to keep yourself stable, not regretting your words even though it now means you don’t get the control you were secretly excited for.

“you want me to fill you, huh, my perfect slut?” rafe asks, rubbing one hand aggressively over your clit.

“yes, rafe.” you whine, grinding into his thumb. his cock is throbbing inside you, and you know neither of you are going to last much longer, considering he’s been inside you for at least a couple hours.

rafe flips you suddenly, not wanting his little princess to have to do any more work than you need to. 

“so good rafey.” you whine, his cock hitting your sweet spot every time, making you see stars. 

your head picks up suddenly when his dick leaves you, making tears instantly fall from your eyes at the loss.

“it’s okay, baby, don’t cry.” rafe kisses the tears away quickly, before pressing one to your lips. “i just need to taste your pretty pussy before i cum all inside it.” 

rafe slinks down the bed, and you watch him with wide eyes. rafe will give you head sometimes, but he much prefers getting right into the action and fucking you, feeling no better joy than when you’re joined together.

rafe lays between your legs, adjusting his erection so he doesn’t cum on the bed from pressing against it. you spread your legs for him, giving him a shy smile as his eyes find yours.

“keep them open. look at me. watch the man who loves you kiss your pretty little pussy.” rafe’s words make you want to flutter your eyes close, to toss your head back, but you fight that instinct to keep looking at him.

rafe leans forward, licking from your dripping entrance all the way up to your clit. you moan as he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking it harshly, wanting to get you as close as possible to cumming, because he knows once he’s inside of you again, he’s only lasting a couple thrusts.

he switches between tonguing at your clit and sucking on it, trying his best to keep you on your toes, not knowing what sensation to prepare for. he swipes his tongue down ever few moments, tasting your wetness like golden honey on his tongue.

“taste so sweet, princess.” rafe says, making an embarrassing slurping noise that has you momentarily covering your face with your hands, before remembering rafe’s order to keep your eyes on him. “gotta eat you out more often, my favorite little meal.”

your hands move to rafes hair, dragging him back up to your clit. rafe flattens his tongue against it, letting your hips move and grind just how you like it against his tongue.

“fuck baby.” rafe has to rip his head away as he feels your clit start to throb, signaling how close you are.

“need you rafey.” you whine. he moves quickly to your pleads, his cock reentering you quickly, hips thrusting wildly. he places the palm of his hand against your clit, grinding it down.

“fuck, baby, so good.” you whine. “so close rafey.” 

“me too, princess.” rafe says with a grunt, his voice gruffer than you’ve ever heard it. “gonna fill this pretty pussy up. my favorite little kitty. gonna breed you. you want my kids one day, huh?”

“yes, rafe, want your babies.” you cry out as you can’t hold back any longer, your orgasm washing over you like the waves outside hitting the shore. the tightening of your pussy around his cock has rafe cumming instantly, spurting thick ropes of white inside of you. 

he collapses down as the last few drops of cum are squeezed out of him by your pulsating pussy.

neither of you say anything for a few minutes, rafe just rolls you over so you’re on top of him, his cock still deep inside you, plugging you from letting any cum drip out.

rafe begins to slowly pull out, but your hips follow him. “please stay inside me until morning.” you pout.

“you want me in you all night?” rafe says, pushing some of your hair off your face that’s sticking to your sweat. 

you nod, tiredly blinking at him as sleep begins to overtake your body again. rafe smiles gently. “of course i’ll stay inside you.”

“thank you.” you whisper, kissing along his cheek, until you reach his mouth. your lips slide against each other, and you resist the urge to squeeze your pussy around him for a round 2, knowing how tired he must be from the sudden burst of energy.

you’ve never slept calmer than you have with rafe filling the missing pieces inside of you.

[cupid-styles]

casual

partially based on casual by chappell roan and a lil bit of sad personal experience hehe

word count: 2k

content warnings: angst (no happy ending), references to smut, alcohol, harry being a douche, not ramadan friendly

main masterlist | talk to me

. . .

From: H (12:47 a.m.)

Come over?

To: H (12:50 a.m.)

Give me 15

From: H (12:52 a.m.)

K

. . .

It’s not unusual for her nights to look like this. Or her early mornings, rather.

It wasn’t always this way. When she first met Harry, she wanted nothing to do with him romantically or intimately. She’d heard about his reputation — it wasn’t anything bad as long as you were looking for the same thing. He was an expert in bed and the friends that slept with him always provided rave reviews. Ever excited rumblings of, “oh my God, he’s so caring! He made me finish twice before he even took his cock out” and “he’s the perfect one night stand — seriously, I’ve never had anyone better.” 

But Y/N didn’t care for that.

She was a serial monogamous, always bumping around from one lengthy relationship to the next. In hindsight, she supposes she wasn’t any better than Harry, who earned his notoriety from a series — a long series — of casual hookups. 

If you needed a rebound, you went to Harry.

If you were going through a dry spell, you went to Harry.

If you were just horny and needed someone to go home with at the end of the night (and he hadn’t miraculously already found somebody else yet), you went to Harry.

And Y/N never planned to sleep with him. Ever, really. He was a fine friend, someone who mixed well with their mutual friends, but they hardly exchanged conversation except for the occasional nicetie. She had his phone number from when he planned Rachel’s surprise birthday party last year and they were friends on Venmo, passing back the same $20 every month for drinks or a shared Uber. 

That was the extent of their friendship. 

Until a few months back, when Y/N was down in the dumps. She’d been seeing this girl, Samantha, for a month or two, assuming that they were headed straight towards a happy, exclusive relationship — only to discover that Samantha was sleeping with and seeing just about 10 other people on the side. And it only came out because Samantha happened to contract chlamydia from one of her sexual partners, so she’d been forced to tell Y/N for the sake of her health.

Y/N's friends, Rachel, Maeve, and Len gave her time to wallow. They offered it to her on a silver platter, even, offering multiple girls nights out (and in), providing Y/N all the space she needed to cry and complain and talk about how hurt she felt. 

But then… a week of moping turned into two, which turned into three, which eventually turned into a month and a half. Her friends were exhausted from watching her spiral into sadness, so they did the only thing they knew: They sat her down and told her she needed to rebound. Fast.

“And who the hell am I supposed to rebound with?” Y/N asked through a sniffle. The only thing that made this whole thing worse was her friends staging an intervention for her because she was being annoyingly sad about her not-really-breakup-but-felt-like-a-breakup. “See, that’s the best part of being friends with a man whore,” Maeve replied eagerly. Len and Rachel sat on either side of her with bright eyes, nodding excitedly. “Harry! He already said he’s down and everything!” “Wait— you already asked him?” “We just put the idea in his head. Don’t worry, men are stupid,��� Len quickly waved her off, “But he’s going out with everyone tonight. We’ll feed you a few shots to get you just buzzy enough, and then send you off to your night in heaven. You won’t even remember that girl’s name by the time Harry’s done with you!” Y/N cringed. “Hasn’t, like… everyone slept with him though?” Maeve shrugged. “Yeah, but he’s clean. He gets regular testing and uses condoms. Really, Y/N, it’s sort of a rite of passage at this point. But you should do it only if you’re comfortable— don’t let us force you into it.” Y/N swallowed tightly. She had to admit, the thought of a rebound sounded… appealing. She’d swiped through dating apps looking for one, but she was too scared that a one night stand would end in her bloody murder. And it helped that Harry already knew what he was doing, and— wait, was she crazy or was she actually starting to consider this? “Alright, fine,” she replied with a shaky exhale, “Let’s do this.”

That was four months ago.

And what was supposed to be an evening of stupid, lusty, casual sex turned into Y/N falling hard. It wasn’t her fault, though — no, not when he panted breathy promises into her mouth in the back of the Uber, mumblings of “just tonight, you know that, right?”. She’d replied just how she’d rehearsed it in her brain hours prior: “yes, yeah, I know— just tonight. Just for tonight.” 

"Just for tonight" shifted into Harry asking her to stay until the morning for breakfast and shower sex. Then, the following weekend, he texted her the ever classy you still awake? at just past midnight. She was indeed up, doing nothing but rotting on her couch and watching a documentary about the deep sea — and her hookup with Harry had been good, really good, and she wasn’t going to turn down another night of orgasms. 

As he wrapped a condom around his dick and pressed messy kisses down her neck, he whispered the same hurried sentiments from the weekend before: “didn’t see anyone I wanted tonight and we were good, yeah? It was good. So just… just one more night, okay? That’s fine, right?” 

Foolishly, with flittering eyelashes and her nails scraping down her back as he pushed inside, she nodded and echoed his words. Just one more night, that’s fine.

It didn’t take long for their friends to catch on when Harry would leave the bar an hour early without looking for someone to take home. Or, when they’d both be out and, like magnets slowly being pulled towards one another, they’d end up kissing on the street as they waited for an Uber to take them back to Harry’s place. 

The guys hounded Harry about it, asking if Y/N was finally the one to tie him down.

“Nah,” he’d reply with a shake of his head, “She’s a good girl. Too good for me.”

When Y/N’s friends demanded to know every last detail, she shrugged.

"I'm not really sure. It's... good, I think."

They only responded with small, tight smiles.

. . .

“Your mom texted me today. She invited us to come see them this weekend.”

Harry doesn’t reply — or rather, he makes an unassuming humming noise — as he gets out of Y/N’s bed, untangling his naked form from her sheets. He hunts down his briefs and pulls them on before stretching his arms out. 

“Did you eat dinner?” he asks, grabbing her tee-shirt off the floor and tossing it to her. She sits up, tightening the sheet around her chest. She shakes her head as she clutches the fabric of her shirt in her hands and watches him scroll on his phone.

“No. I thought we could get something.”

Harry hums again, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers. Swallowing, Y/N puts her shirt back on. She’s not sure why, but she always feels oddly vulnerable once they’ve finished hooking up. When she’s still naked and he’s already moved onto the next thing, like having plans with the guys or taking a shower before he heads home. She'd even purchased his favorite body wash and shampoo when he started sticking around a bit longer, but he'd never even mentioned it or uttered a thank you.

“Yeah, maybe,” he finally replies. He locks his phone and places it back on the ledge of the TV stand in her bedroom. The simple act makes her heart jump — usually, he’ll stuff his phone in his pocket as he’s leaving. Maybe he was planning on staying the night. “So listen, I know I took you to dinner at my parents’ place that one time, but I don’t really feel comfortable with you talking to my mom.”

Y/N furrows her brows in confusion. “She texted me, H. I don’t, like, regularly reach out to her.”

“Right, but it just makes this whole thing feel way more serious than it is.” he says, sitting back down on the bed. He maintains a steady distance between them and it makes a small lump form in Y/N’s throat. 

“Okay,” she murmurs slowly, “That’s fine, I get it. But… we never really talked about what this is.”

Harry glances up with wide, confused eyes. “We’ve said it a million times, Y/N. This is casual. Completely and totally casual sex.”

An ugly, involuntary chortle leaves her chest. He raises his eyebrows.

“We’ve been fucking for four months. That’s not really casual.”

“Yes, it is. It’s friends with benefits.”

“Sure, maybe, but that’s if you explicitly outline that you’re just having sex. No feelings involved.”

“We did that.”

“When?”

“At the beginning,” Harry responds. He seems frustrated now, but it feels as though he’s recalling a memory that Y/N was never even around for. “Remember? I told you, it was all just for tonight type shit. Nothing real.”

“Then why the fuck did you take me to your parents’ house two months ago?” Y/N demands, anger rising in her chest, “And why am I your date to all of your stupid, boring work events? And why the hell are you at my house like four times a week, and why do you have a drawer full of my clothes at your place?”

“Y/N—”

“This isn’t fucking casual, Harry. This is dating. You’re dating me and you don't even realize it.”

“I would know if I was dating you, but I never asked you to be my girlfriend. I don’t want a girlfriend, you know that.”

She groans and shakes her head, ignoring the way her jaw already aches from clenching it so hard. She grabs a clear pair of underwear from her drawer and quickly slips them on. Harry’s silent the entire time.

Suddenly, she whips around and faces him. “Have you been fucking other people?” 

A wrinkle forms between his brows. He shakes his head.

“No. I wouldn’t do that, and it’s unsafe.”

“Right,” she murmurs, placing her hands on her hips, “So piece it together, Harry. Neither of us are sleeping with other people. We’re exclusively seeing one another.”

“You’re just making this out to be way more of a thing than it is—”

“Oh, fuck off!” she exclaims, “You have a key to my house! That’s pretty serious!”

“I didn’t ask you for that!” he fires back as he stands up from the bed. They’re in a stand-off now, staring at one another with angry eyes. She snorts and shakes her head in disbelief.

“My friends were so fucking right about you. You’re such an asshole. You know Maeve called me a loser for thinking you were a good guy?”

Harry rolls his eyes as he grabs his phone and sweater, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

They don’t exchange any other words as he leaves her room. She sits back down on the edge of the mattress, listening as he stuffs his feet in his sneakers and slams the front door shut. She doesn’t even notice that tears are lining her eyes and falling onto the apples of her cheeks.

. . .

It’s barely 48 hours later when Y/N’s watching a YouTube video as she stands in the bathroom, doing her nighttime routine.

Like four months prior, when she hoped Harry would be a good rebound for her heartbreak, she's been moping around in self-hatred and sadness. She's in awe of how cruel and oblivious he's being, but more than that, she can't believe she actually believed he had real feelings for her. Ones that extended beyond sex.

She’s brushing her teeth when she notices a text notification come down, redirecting her attention from the influencer vlog to read the name of the sender. She taps on it to see a familiar initial.

From: H (10:32 p.m.)

Sorry for what I said. Can I come over?

[astraerystarr]

Optimus Prime x Megatron fic recs!!

HII AGAIN, I had to delete my old account @numbraerys so I'm reuploading this rec list, sorry about the mess but I'll make the rec a little prettier this time ^^

Homesick For A Memory by Eisengrave, Maelikki [M, 9k w., Bay Movies]

Even Primes can lose their faith. But sometimes, their failed Protectors make good on their word given long ago.(weird little fixit for AoE because we stan a protective Megatron and an Optimus who is finally tired of his human hamsters. Also, homecoming.)

~ugly crying, screaming on my pillow, rolling around on the floor

The Silver Lining by GeminiWishes [Teen and up, 38k w., Transformers Animated 2007]:

After Optimus was expelled from the Autobot Academy, he had no sense of what to do or where to go. Desperate for purpose, he ends up on a mining crew that travels the galaxy. But when their ship is attacked, Optimus' life will change forever.

Whether or not he'll be able to handle those changes is yet to be determined.

~I ran around my room on all fours reading this

Some Kind Of Forever by auri_mynonys (FAVE) [E, 8625 w., TFP]:

A chance meeting in a bar near the Pits brings Orion Pax and Megatronus together.

~I freaking love this fic, I'm so glad it was one of the first I ever read

Adeste Fideles by Legitconcrusher (FAVE) [Teen and up, TFP, 57,632+ w, ongoing]:

“Oh, indulge me, Optimus. How many times have you answered your desire’s calls to walk among these pitiful creatures…in the flesh?”

In which Optimus shares with his greatest foe, and former friend - Megatron, the one time a year he allows himself to feel amid the throes of their War within a Christmas market.

The angsty slow burn Christmas AU no one asked for.

~absolutely wonderful to read and incredible writing♡♡♡♡

Gaining Perspective by Dragonlingdar [Teen and up, BayVerse, 105,732 w., Ongoing]:

Megatron and Optimus are turned into humans by a prototype weapon Starscream uses against them. In order for Megatron to get his revenge and Optimus to free himself of Megatron, they must reclaim their original bodies. However, will they still be Optimus Prime and Megatron by the time they do?

~I hyperfixated on this fic for a whole month after finishing it

Contact by auri_mynonys (FAVE) [E, 98,747 w., TFP]:

Orion Pax knows there's a word for what Megatronus means to him. He just can't quite put his finger on what it is.

Which is probably how he missed the moment where he asked Megatronus to marry him.

~Slow Burn♡♡♡♡♡

Plus One by auri_mynonys [E, 64,631 w., TFP]:

Megatronus has a party to attend. A high-caste date will lend him status in the eyes of his fellow gladiators, and Orion Pax is all too happy to play the part…

~this fic was infuriating to read, I loved every second of it

Songs Of Metal And Sparks by EbonyAura [Teen and up, 58,741 w., Rock n' Roll AU, TFP]:

Imagine the Transformers Prime universe where war is nonexistent, and instead of the Autobot and Decepticon factions, it's the Autobot and Decepticon rock bands.

Imagine that both bands are nearly world famous, yet have no idea the other exists.

Imagine that Cybertron's festival of music is approaching, and with it, the chance for a lucky upcoming band to go on a world tour.

Imagine that both bands, ecstatic for the chance to finally reach world fame, are going to the festival.

~this cured my teenage heart that didn't get to read nice cute stuff like this

Optimus Prime Is Destined To Die!! by Chuzilllaa (FAVE) [G, 169k+ w, ongoing]:

Orion Pax is your typical archivist from a functionalist free universe and lives a peaceful life, but after dying tragically in a transport incident he’s reincarnated as Optimus Prime of the hit action novel Songs of the Spark, the beautiful but aloof eldest prince of the Prime lineage…who is a pathetic side character doomed to die a tragic death at the hands of the tyrannical Duke Megatron.

Of course his darling little brother Rodimus Prime is the precious hero and puts an end to Megatron’s reign, but Orion has no intention of dying a pathetic death! No! Not again! He wants to live damnit! So begins the attempts of a pax-turned-prime turning over a new leaf in the hope of living another day. Little does he know there’s a bit more to Optimus than a pathetic side character…

~I love this fic so. damn. much.

Lunch Date by Chuzilllaa [Teen and up, 6,000+ w, Earthspark, crack]:

With a new cafe opening at G.H.O.S.T headquarters, Optimus invites Megatron to try something new.

~fluffy and funny♡♡♡

At First Sight by Lyricality (FAVE) [M, 27,000+ w.]:

Optimus is the last of the Primes; Megatron is the greatest of Kaon's gladiatorial warriors. Their shared destiny - Optimus is certain - just needs a push in the correct direction.

~help I got obsessed with this fic and I can't get out

To give (in) by 0 (only_elsewhere) (FAVE) [M, 10,000+ w, Earthspark]:

After the war, Optimus confesses.

~aaashhksdkkklkosljdhjh

Victory Condition by astolat [E, 37,000+ w, TF Gen1]

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” Megatron said mockingly. “You won’t like it, Prime. It’s not a very nice one.”

~cave in fic with poetry and the heart wrenching story of Megatron's origins - my beloved

Cooking Off by zuzeca [E, 2000 w., IDW G1]:

Megatron and Optimus find themselves in an awkward position and learn some extremely personal information about each other.

~ Good reading ;3

[sunshinediaz]

deck the halls (and your in-laws) | 29.6k, mature

Buck stumbles into the kitchen a couple minutes later, sleepy and clingy and ready to accept every kiss Eddie gives him. He goes wherever Eddie goes, arms wrapped around Eddie’s waist as he turns the sausage patties and flips grease up on the eggs, snatching little bites whenever he thinks Eddie’s not looking.  “You’re like a wife,” Buck comments, yawning into the side of Eddie’s face. His breath smells like shit, sleep and sausage. “My little male wife.”  Eddie snorts. “‘M not little, baby.”  “Trust me,” Buck says, softly, and reaches down to cup Eddie’s dick, squeezing just this side of too mean. “I know you’re not little.”  Eddie hisses, somewhat sore from last night’s activities, and thumps his head back against Buck’s shoulder. He groans. “Buck—” “Good morning, boys.”  Startled, Buck yelps and pulls himself away, spinning around so sharply he knocks into Eddie, which causes Eddie to fumble the spatula and kick up grease, and—well, it’s a good thing they’re both trained EMTs, honestly.  Eddie gets the minor grease burn taken care of—cool water, aloe vera, sterile gauze from the cabinet—while Buck finishes breakfast and Ramon sets the table. Phillip and Margaret meander in a moment after everything’s finished, and Helena comes in right as Ramon’s pouring her a cup of coffee, adding two spoonfuls of sugar and a bit of whole milk.  Over the brim of her cup, she smiles at Ramon. It reminds Eddie of how he is with Buck, in the early mornings when it’s just them, and he’s not sure how to feel about that.  Breakfast is an affair, for sure. Buck keeps his eyes low, blushing mad at being caught groping Eddie next to the stove by his father-in-law, but he makes good smalltalk with Helena and Phillip. Ramon and Margaret chat about college football, of all things, but his dad’s pretty good at reading the room and adapting and he handles Buck’s mother quite well.   Eddie’s quiet. He doesn’t know what to say, really, and Buck’s handling their parents well enough for both of them, so he eats his food and drinks his coffee and tickles Buck’s bare knee beneath the table and thinks about Christopher’s face when he sees the PS5 they have hidden in the attic because he’s nearly as excited for it as his kid is.  It’s peaceful.  And it doesn’t last. 

read the rest on ao3

[supercoolreallyawesome]

Hello. Weird Barbie was canonically Gloria's 1992 Totally Hair Barbie. I have some thoughts regarding this

[otomiyaa]

For the reupload requests, I was wondering if you still have the fic with Cyno/Tighnari where Cyno is getting tickled by plants? I can't find it anymore but it was so cute.

[Drabble Reupload] - I still have it yayyy, it was one of the tickletober fics in 2022 for the forest/plants theme (also on AO3). Happy to reupload it here :)

“Great job, Collei. That’s enough for today.” Tighnari smiled at Collei and she looked pretty pleased with herself too. 

“Thank you Tighnari. I’ll head back now,” she said, which only proved she thought today had been a fruitful day as well. Tighnari was proud she was learning to sense and also accept her limits gradually.

“Good idea. So meanwhile I ー” They both paused when they heard a strange sound in the distance.

“What is that?” Collei asked. Tighnari perked his ears and he nodded slowly.

“Sounds like laughter, hmhm..” 

“But… isn’t that… Cyno’s voice? It can’t be.”

Tighnari nodded again. Sharp of her to recognize the voice!

“But it is.” He listened better. “I can also hear Traveler’s voice. And Paimon’s,” he said. 

“You have great ears Tighnari. Paimon’s voice wouldn’t be hard to miss I’d say, but I can only hear laughter. Are they telling him jokes?” Collei asked.

Heh. Perhaps the Traveler was teaching Cyno how to tell a proper joke, but no, Tighnari shook his head. “Sounds more like his tickle laugh.”

“T-tickle laugh?” Collei asked. Tighnari nodded seriously. 

“It’s a kind of laugh I’m quite familiar with I must say. Cyno just has this specific sort of laugh when he is tickled. Hmm… Doesn’t sound like a tickle fight though. Let’s go take a look.”

Collei nodded and followed him eagerly. They followed the remarkable sound of laughter, heading deeper into the forests until Cyno’s laughter got louder and clearer.

“Ah, Tighnari! Good you’re here!” Paimon cried. Aether was also there indeed, and they looked a little lost. Tighnari could see why. Up in the air was Cyno, wrapped up in vine plants that were eh, yes, tickling him.

“Tighnahahari! Mahahake them stohohop!” Cyno laughed, struggling against the plants that attacked him with the pretty clear intent to tickle, if not, Tighnari wondered what they were trying to do.

“We didn’t know what to do. We figured they seem harmless and didn’t want to damage the plants but, it was also difficult to help him out,” Aether explained calmly. 

“Hahaharmlehehess? T-thehehese ahahare mehehercilehehess!” Cyno laughed. Tighnari smiled fondly to see him laughing so much. He glanced sideways at Collei who seemed astonished that this was the ever so serious Cyno. 

“It must be destiny, Cyno!” Tighnari said. “These were planted from the mysterious seeds you found at that temple in the desert. Though I did not figure their origin yet, I did not expect they would grow to be like this,” Tighnari explained.

“Ahahalright buhuhut plehehease hehelp me out aahaha!” To Tighnari’s surprise, the vines wrapped even more tightly around Cyno’s wrists and stretched him out in this helpless and vulnerable position as they flicked the ends of more vines and even leaves against his exposed torso that was just too sensitive for such treatment. 

Tighnari chuckled and started to use his dendro powers in an attempt to control the mysterious plant. When this did not work, he turned to the traveler.

“Traveler, may I have a hand?” Aether nodded and blew him up with the use of his anemo powers. Tighnari grabbed onto the plant and worked some more all while he could enjoy Cyno’s laughter close to his ear. Though a little too close.

“You’re loud, Cyno,” he sighed.

“I cahahant hehelp ihihit whahaha! Get mehehe out!” he cried. It took some more efforts but Tighnari finally managed to free Cyno from the plant, and he carried him in his arms as he jumped back to the ground. Cyno’s arms were wrapped around his neck and he gasped for breath.

“T-that surprised me,” he panted. 

“Me too,” Tighnari admitted. Cyno was so tired he didn’t even bother moving his arms from around his neck even after Tighnari lowered him, and he enjoyed the feeling of this awkward hug.

“Are you alright?” Paimon asked. Cyno nodded.

“I’m fine. It just really knew where to tickle me,” he sighed. Tighnari giggled and winked at Collei who was so taken aback by the whole display. 

“Would you guide Collei back home, Traveler? I’ll take care of Cyno,” Tighnari said as if Cyno was a wounded patient. Well, maybe his ego was wounded a little. He chuckled.

“Alright. Let’s go Collei,” Aether said to Collei who smiled and went with him.

“S-see you guys later,” she chirped. Cyno finally let out a long sigh and slid to the ground.

“That was exhausting,” he said. Tighnari laughed and sat beside him.

“It’s quite the mysterious plant. I’ve never seen anything like it,” he said, reaching out to casually tickle Cyno’s tummy. Cyno gasped and curled up.

“Tighnari!” he whined. Heh, he was so cute.

“You’re so ticklish. Of course that plant couldn’t help itself,” he said, bending over Cyno and tickling him some more, his fingers wiggling playfully against his bare sides.

“Wah- hehehey I got enough of thahahat!” he laughed, rolling back, but Tighnari kept going after him and tickled Cyno some more until he was even more breathless.

“Ahahalright! Alright alreheheady!” Cyno laughed until Tighnari stopped tickling him, and they both looked at each other.

“Will you help me research the plant?” Tighnari asked. Cyno blushed.

“I don’t know much,” he muttered.

“I mean, if the plant would tickle me, I might need a hand as well,” Tighnari said. It was such entertainment to see the look on Cyno’s face change at the realization he might be able to witness Tighnari getting tickled by the same plant that got him.

“O-oh, right! Of course,” he said with a smile.

“I’ll stay and help,” he offered. Tighnari giggled.

“Good.” It was always nice to spend more time together with Cyno, and no matter what was going to happen with the plant, he was sure they were going to have a lot of fun!  

[writer-freak]

Summer Rain - Eddie Munson x Gn reader (Fluff)

Summary: You promised your neighbor Eddie to bring him over some cake and you keep that promise even if it's storming outside.

Warnings: reader borrows some of Eddie's clothes (it isn't described how they fit though), gender neutral reader, pure fluff, english isn't my first language so please excuse if there are some mistakes wordcount: 1.2k

A/n: I'm terrible at coming up with names for my fanfictions so this title is taken from the song Summer Rain by Johnny Rivers. My mom had this song playing while I was writing this and it fits.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and it makes me very happy to see and hear that people enjoy my writing.

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Rain pounded relentlessly against the windows, its drumming synchronizing with the rapid rhythm of your heart as you hurriedly made your way to Eddie Munson's house. Your neighbor's place was just a few doors down the street, and despite the inclement weather, you were determined to uphold your promise of sharing the leftover cake. You tugged the hood of your raincoat closer around your face, attempting to shield yourself from the downpour. The weather worsened, and within moments, you were thoroughly drenched.

With a determined exhale, you reached Eddie's front porch, your pulse racing like the distant thunder. You knocked on the door, hoping he was home. The door swung open, revealing Eddie, who looked surprised to see you standing there, dripping wet.

"(Y/N)? Hey, what are you doing out in this storm?" Eddie's voice was laced with genuine concern, his brows furrowed as he scanned your drenched form.

You offered a soggy smile, determined to keep your spirits high despite your sodden state. "Brought over the cake as promised," you announced, holding the Tupperware container with a cheerful smile.

A hint of protest danced in Eddie's eyes, his lips twitching as he glanced at the storm outside. "You shouldn't have; it could have waited until tomorrow," he insisted, his voice a mix of appreciation and worry. "Come in, I can't have you going back out there." With that, he stepped aside, ushering you into the warmth of his home.

You carefully stepped inside but didn't venture further as a puddle was already forming under you. Eddie, ever the gentleman, quickly fetched a towel and offered it to you with an understanding smile. "Here, take this. You're soaked!"

You accepted the towel with gratitude, the soft fabric offering a welcomed reprieve from the rain's icy embrace. As Eddie took your coat to hang it up, you took a moment to survey your surroundings, absorbing the essence of his living space.

"Do you maybe want to take a shower? They say this storm won't end any time soon, and it would be best to wait it out." Eddie's voice pierced through your thoughts, anchoring you to the present. His concern pulled you from your contemplative daze, and you met his gaze with a thoughtful nod.

"Um, yeah, that might be a good idea. Though, do you maybe have something else for me to wear? I don't exactly want to wear my wet jeans after coming out of the shower," you confessed, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. The idea of borrowing his clothes added a layer of unexpected excitement to the situation.

Eddie looked at you for a second, surprise flashing across his face before it quickly faded.

Eddie: "Oh, uh, yeah, sure! I can find you something comfy to wear. Let me grab you some clothes. You can go ahead to the bathroom," he gestured, pointing you in the right direction.

Stepping into the bathroom, you took a moment to absorb the unfamiliar yet strangely inviting environment. Before long, a soft knock sounded on the door, and Eddie's voice seeped through the crack. "I, uh, hope those fit okay. Let me know if you need anything else."

You acknowledged his words with a genuine smile, feeling a sense of comfort settle over you. "Again, thank you."

With the door closed, you made quick work of the shower, reveling in the warmth that enveloped your chilled skin. Emerging from the bathroom, you felt transformed, the weight of wet clothes exchanged for a pair of sweatpants and a slightly faded band tee. The garments carried Eddie's scent, a subtle reminder of your unexpected visit.

Eddie needed a moment to process when you reentered the living room. Seeing you in his clothing was a sight he had only ever dared to imagine in his dreams.

"You, uh, you look good in my clothes. I mean, you look good... always." Eddie stumbled over his words, unable to sort his thoughts.

Then you settled in the living room, a blanket wrapped around you to escape the chill of the room. Thunder rumbled in the distance, and lightning illuminated the room every few seconds. Eddie asked you what you wanted to watch. "Hmm, how about we watch that new thriller series I mentioned last time? It seems fitting for the weather," you proposed, a grin curving your lips. Eddie nodded in agreement before navigating through the entertainment options to put on the chosen show on the screen.

The rumbling outside grew worse, and you couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but Eddie being by your side made you feel safer somehow.

The desire to be closer to him surged within you, an instinctual urge to seek solace in his company. You entertained the thought of nuzzling into the crook of his neck, nestled against the warmth that radiated from his skin. It was a fleeting fancy, one that you simultaneously craved and hesitated to indulge, for fear of overstepping boundaries.

As the storm continued outside, you started to chat about everything and discovered that you shared more interests than you thought before. The rain was a mere backdrop to the conversation between the two of you. Time seemed to fly by, and the storm showed no signs of letting up.

"You know," Eddie began, his voice sounding soothing amidst the storm, "I'm really glad you came over. It's nice having someone to keep me company during this storm."

"Me too," you responded, your words bearing a soft undertone of gratitude. A warmth engulfed your chest, something you had never felt before.

Gazing into Eddie's eyes, you felt as though the two of you existed in a world of your own, completely separate from everything that was happening outside.

The storm continued, not letting up by your shared laughter and whispered secrets. The rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the windows, and the TV's glow flickered just like the flashes of lightning outside. Yet, your focus remained squarely on each other, the growing connection between you amplifying with every passing moment.

Finally, with a distant rumble of thunder, the rain started to subside. Despite the calming storm, a surge of hesitation tugged at your thoughts. You really didn't want to leave yet.

The allure of the present moment held you in place, coaxing you to take a daring leap.

"Eddie, I... I really enjoy spending time with you," you confessed, feeling your face heating up.

Eddie's eyes softened, his lips curling into a tender smile. "I feel the same way, (Y/N). You're amazing."

At that moment, the world seemed to stand still. The angry storm was replaced by the tension that crackled between you. Warmth enveloped you, tugging you closer to Eddie until your fingers naturally entwined.

"I like you, Eddie," you admitted, your heartbeat quickening with each passing second.

His smile broadened, the reflection of his emotions dancing in his eyes. "I like you too, (Y/N). More than you could ever imagine."

With those whispered words hanging in the air, you closed the distance between you, a delicate connection brought by the pull of mutual affection. Lips met in a tender kiss, a sweet and passionate show of your blossoming romance against the storm.

As always thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed this. ^^

[rockingtheorange]

All the other boys I've shagged (One Shot FanFiction)

"About the boys I've shagged in my life..." Henry said, moving a fingertip on Alex's chest and playing with his shirt to let the memories flow. "Where do I start?"

Alex kissed his forehead. "From wherever you want."

Alex is curious about which other guys his boyfriend has shagged in his life, and Henry tells him, but the guys are actually Nicholas' acting roles in other movies that I've twitched to fit his character.

(There are no spoilers from said films.)

You can read here -> ☕

[bluebutbetter]

self indulgent cryle charms based on my fic :3 one day i'll take proper pics of the charms, they turned out very cute!

[herearedragons]

sorrow.cy (chapters 0-1 reupload)

This is an AU I wrote a while ago; I ended up deleting it along with my other fics, but I'm reuploading it now for archival purposes and because I apparently still care about it a few years later.

Short summary: was supposed to be a Pavellan fic and a cyberpunk interpretation of my Lavellan drinking from the Well of Sorrows. Featuring Dorian as a disgraced techno-surgeon trying to make ends meet, and Neilar Lavellan as a patient with a strange glitch in his systems.

0. sorrow.cy.override()

Lines of code flashed before his eyes, scorching green overlapping with the distorting image of reality around.

start systems_check

SCANNING FOR INJURIES

.....................................................................................[100%]

SCAN COMPLETE

INJURIES FOUND 

S[0][11] S[1][2] S[1][7] S[1][25] S[2][12]

M[1][2] M[1][16] M[1][22] M[2][13]

FOREIGN OBJECT AT { &_ 

5](

#!} M

[}][ &_ 

_$} M M M M [] [] [] [] [] [_

He didn’t catch even half of the numbers; they burned inside his head, but, once he tried to focus, smudged into incomprehensible noise, mixing with the high-pitched ringing in his ears, the limping thumps of his feet against the ground.

He didn’t need the exact values to know it was bad.

The dimly lit street glitched and shifted around him; a sharp impact came seemingly out of nowhere, hard surface crashing against him, sending him flying backwards with a snapping sound he’s never heard before.

For a split second, the world went black and silent - but the words remained.

VISUAL SENSOR FAILURE

AUDIAL SENSOR FAILURE

SYSTEM REBOOT REQUIRED_

He didn’t know what any of it meant. What was he supposed to do?

Fear began to creep in; he swiped his arm blindly across the ground, hoping for solid surface, some support, and felt nothing. He was alone, deaf and blind, floating in empty space; he couldn’t even tell whether he was moving any longer.

TERRAIN READINGS FALSE

SYSTEM REB  T R _

_E     QU IRED _

[] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] [] []

…Was he dying?

He closed his eyes, though there was no real purpose to it any longer.

Then, something stirred -

start sorrow.cy

sorrow.cycn.override()_ 

- and the last bit of his consciousness slipped away.

1. cyinfo.display()

After two years of running the clinic, Dorian was more than used to clients making unusual entrances. Stumbling, falling or crawling through the door was almost more common than casually striding in and asking for a repair; this was just the kind of experience that came with working in the Shallows, where most residents would stall until their body was literally falling apart before showing up to a routine check.

Usually, however, his clients did not announce their presence by running head-first into the wall.

It was a slow day by any measure; the street outside was all but deserted, which by itself was quite unusual for the Shallows. Usually, there would be at least some gang of scoundrels roaming about, disrupting the peaceful quiet of the afternoon with the uneven screeching of their beat-up voice boxes - but today, the silence was almost overwhelming, the central districts’ noise just a distant hum in the background.

In this silence, the sound of running footsteps echoed through the entire street; still, Dorian didn’t think much of it until the heavy thumping was suddenly cut off by the sound of an impact, and the clinic’s southern wall trembled, sending carefully sealed boxes of spare parts tumbling off the shelves.

Now, that was enough to spring him right off his seat, sparking a brief dilemma much akin to the ancient fight-or-flight reflex: shut the windows, lock the door and pretend nothing is happening outside as he cleans up the mess, or go outside like an absolute moron and take a look at whatever attacked his wall?

He chose the latter. As mentioned before, it was a slow day.

Stepping over the scattered containers, Dorian made his way across the clinic and to the door, opening it slightly and freezing in place, listening; nothing. Whatever the commotion was, it has come to an end.

Still, one could never be too careful; pushing the door open, he felt the familiar tingling creep down his spine as his psi-chip came to life, sparking arcs of purple energy across his arms and between his fingers. He’s only ever used it twice on actual assaulters. Usually, the sight of psionic energy haloing his figure was by itself enough to send any hostile individual running; few were willing to risk their prosthetics being fried with a well-targeted impulse.

Oddly enough, he was the only one to step out and look; all the adjacent shops’ doors remained closed. Was he the only one to hear the noise - or was he the only one bored enough to be curious of the source?

Then, he heard it; breathing, strained and wheezing. Artificial lung, punctured or crushed, Dorian noted automatically.

Turning the corner, he saw the source of the noise; a crumpled figure sprawled flat on the ground, right under an indent in his clinic’s wall.

Oh, for Maker’s -

Fine. That’s fine. He would think about the damage afterwards - it would be a nightmare to explain to the landlady, but that would be later. Right now, there was a wounded person right in front of him, and if that breathing was anything to go by, their state was not good.

Extinguishing the sparks around his arms, Dorian kneeled down by the figure, noting the tattered plain blue outfit - hospital clothes? - and almost entirely mechanical limbs; a quick check showed heavy modifications at the torso as well. The face was a surprise, though; with that level of modification, Dorian would expect metal plates, but brushing the stranger’s hair off revealed carefully molded features, almost perfectly imitating a human face; an expensive piece of work, and already ruined. A wide tear across the cheek, flooded with pale pink plasma, teeth poking through, the nose bashed in. 

And those were the most superficial injuries - the ribcage was all but caved in, the spine and leg supports cracked in places that made Dorian wonder how on earth this person was able to move at all, let alone run at a speed great enough to leave a dent in his wall.

And what in the Void were they running from?

A more careful inspection of the torso answered this question, at least in part; buried in deep pools of plasma mixed with blood were two bullets, completely flattened against the metal skeleton.

Later, having dragged the unconscious cyborg into the back room of his clinic - and having prudently changed the sign at the front door to “CLOSED” before locking it, - Dorian found that at least three more bullets scraped or passed through the stranger’s body. Most of the damage was superficial, easily fixed with some plastic and a plasma refill - but it definitely raised some questions.

Were they pursued? For how long? Did anyone stick around to see them run into his wall and fall unconscious? Dorian assumed not; whoever was this determined to kill a cyborg would close in and put a few more bullets in them for good measure, maybe break the processor, and there was more than enough time to do that while he hesitated at the door.

Well… Ideally, it meant that the pursuer wasn’t about to barge into the clinic and put the same bullets in him. Ideally.

The thought was worrying, still - but it soon faded into the background as he sealed the plasma leaks and cleaned the tears in the organic tissue before stapling them shut. From then on, it was all routine; wipe the pink goo off the table, hook the patient up to air and plasma pumps, find the processor, connect it to the computer and run a system check.

start cyinfo

cyinfo.copy()

This part took some fiddling; as the client’s data began popping up on Dorian’s screen, he understood why. For all the modifications, a large part of their nervous system was still organic; someone went to extreme lengths trying to preserve as much of it as possible.

That and the face… Dorian frowned, scrolling through the folders on the display; it didn’t take long to find what he was looking for. Vocal cords replaced as well - but with a human-like prosthetic than a standard voice box. He would bet money that it was tailored to replicate the patient’s original voice, too; a surprisingly refined part in a system otherwise built from sturdy, but fairly simple components. Some of the other prosthetics were just metal and plastic and wires, not even covered in tissue to preserve the illusion of skin.

These modifications were clearly reconstructive, not cosmetic; the patient must have suffered some sort of accident.

Your features, your voice, your brain. They couldn’t remake you fully, but tried their best to keep the parts that mattered.

SYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE

...Well, that was enough wondering; it was time to identify the mystery patient. He opened the command terminal.

cyinfo.display()

After a moment’s pause, the dark screen lit up with lines of text:

PROFILE CREATED: 22 WM 9:42 DRAGON

PROFILE LAST UPDATED: 22 WM 9:42 DRAGON

NEILAR LAVELLAN / M / 25

SYSTEM STATUS: HIBERNATING 

INJURIES SUSTAINED: DATA NOT FOUND

VISUAL SENSOR DAMAGED 

AUDIAL SENSOR DAMAGED 

Damaged sensors… That would certainly explain running into a wall; he was blind and deaf. Why, though? None of the injuries Dorian has located so far explained that.

Maybe he would find the cause later - for now, he’d just have to communicate with Neilar through the keyboard.

A list of modifications followed, the same one Dorian flipped through while waiting for the synchronization to complete; it was long, and he didn’t bother reading it just yet. He would need that when he started with repairs, but for now he scrolled past, pulling the keyboard closer and typing:

start wakeup

He turned around just in time to see two lights flare up behind Lavellan’s closed eyelids as his system came to life.

In some ways, a wakeup session was better than speaking to the patient; communicating directly with the processor - and, in this case, the organic brain, - removed any chance of misunderstanding. Not all information would be available, but answers for simple questions were guaranteed.

wakeup.intr.speak(Can you hear me?)

A silent moment of uncertainty - and then, a rasping exhale from the operation table:

“…Yes.” A pause. “Where… am I?”

Lavellan’s last words were cut off by a wheeze, then loud beeping; Dorian jumped up, rushing to the table. Lavellan had just tried to get up, and managed to pull himself free from the plasma tube; Dorian had to hold him down while reconnecting it. The patient struggled weakly, but not for long; after just a moment he collapsed back onto the table.

“That’s right,” Dorian said into the air. “What do you think you’re doing, exactly? I’m trying to help, if you don’t mind.”

Neilar couldn’t hear him, of course.

wakeup.intr.speak(Please do not move. You are very damaged. I am trying to help.) 

“…Who are you?”

wakeup.intr.speak(My name is Dorian. You’re in my clinic. You were shot, then crashed into a wall.)

There was no response this time, just a pained groan; Dorian glanced at the table, making sure the patient isn’t trying to walk off again. Lavellan was in place, eyes closed, but his face twisted into a grimace; Dorian watched the metal fingers curl and claw at the table, scratching through similar marks left by former patients.

wakeup.intr.speak(What's hurting you?)

No response again; Lavellan’s head swayed from side to side, as though he was trying to shake something off.

“No, no, no, not again,” Dorian whispered. “Stay in place, you bastard - I’m trying to help.”

“She… won’t… leave,” Lavellan groaned through clenched teeth, throwing his head back as his fingers dug deeper into the table.

…She?

Another cry; Lavellan’s back arched, threatening to rip out the cables again. Speaking clearly wasn’t working, and he was in pain; hastily, Dorian began typing.

wakeup.intr.clear()

No effect.

wakeup.intr.revert_to_last(0)

No effect.

wakeup.intr.revert_to_last(100)

No effect -

“Get her out!”

Lavellan's voice glitched, the words coming out metallic and fragmented. His system was clearly struggling to keep up with whatever was happening.

Dorian cursed under his breath. Nothing was working; he’d have to cut the session short.

One more try, just one more try to give him something to work with.

wakeup.intr.speak(Who is she?)

wakeup.proc.sleep()

The thrashing stopped. Lavellan froze in place; the lights behind his eyelids dimmed, and, just before shutting down, one more warped word came out of his voice box.

"...Mythal."

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

okay you horny people, I wrote a quick follow up to that Sihtric library fic I posted earlier.

warnings: 18+! smut!!!

Part 2. (here is part 1)

'You wish to be railed in the backroom, lady?' Sihtric grinned

Oh, sweet Jesus, it's like he can read my thoughts, yes, please…

Your hands were trembling as you tried to unlock the library door, and you heard Sihtric chuckle in your ear while his hands trailed all over you, pressing his body against yours from behind.

Oh shit, he's so fucking hard, you sighed loudly. Wait, focus… focus, unlock this goddamn door first. The lock clicked open. Finally!

You turned around and before you could even blink, you already felt Sihtric's lips back on yours.

Jesus, Mary and Christ, this man is eager. Oh…o-okay, oh, you felt his tongue in your mouth while he cupped your breasts, is he trying to kill me because-

Sihtric broke the kiss and let out a mischievous laugh, pushing you inside the library and locking the door behind him. You took his hand and pulled him with you, towards that backroom you had been thinking of earlier. You bit down on your lip with a grin as you turned around to face him while leading him with you.

Surely, I have to thank this fine man for saving me from "the creep"…

Sihtric smirked and licked his lips while looking you up and down. He wanted to be thanked by you, in every possible way.

'So you do this often then?' he asked.

'What? No!' you smiled, pulling him into the dim lit backroom, which was where the damaged books were kept. 

I'm not some kind of slut… you looked at him as he stepped closer.

You know what, I lied. I AM a slut right now... I'll gladly be a slut for you, sir.

'How do you wish to be treated?' Sihtric asked, pushing you against a half filled book cabinet.

Like a whore, please...

'Nicely,' you smiled, innocently batting your eyelashes.

'Nicely?' Sihtric asked, moving his hand up in your hair and giving a tug.

Oh my fucking GOD. Take me. Take me now. Fill me with that hard cock…

Sihtric smiled and hummed, 'hm, nicely?' he asked again, moving his other hand to push up your skirt, 'now be honest, miss. How do you wish to be treated? Nicely?' he trailed his hand up your thigh, 'or do you wish to be treated like a little slut?' he smirked.

I'm going to pass the fuck out... 

You clumsily grabbed onto the book shelf behind you as you looked at the wildly arousing man in front of you, whose fingers already had a grip on your see through tights. You were both breathing hard.

'I want to be your slut, please,' you whined, to which Sihtric's eyes darkened. 

Use me. Every part of me, please. Please, I fucking beg you, kind stranger...

Your heart was beating out of your chest when Sihtric suddenly pulled at your tights. You heard the fabric rip as he tore it to pieces, so you didn't even have to bother pulling them down for him.

Oh my god... 

'Oh my god!' you breathed, holding onto that shelf for dear life as your knees were trembling underneath you.

Ravage me…

'Don't worry, baby,' Sihtric cooed with a raspy voice, leaning his forehead against yours, 'I will fucking ravage you.'

How the fuck did he know I-

Sihtric pulled down your panties with one swift move, then turned you around, bending you over as he pushed your skirt up further and slapped your ass cheek hard, all within a split second.

'Oh, fuck!' you screamed, grabbing onto the bookshelf again, which you were now facing, trying to grasp what was happening.

Oh, god, he's rough. FUCK, he's so hot…

you breathed hard when you heard Sihtric unbuckle his belt behind you, and the sound of his jeans falling down made you moan.

I wonder how big his-

'Oh, fuck! Oh my god! Oh! Ohhhh, god!' you cried out, your fingers desperately scratching to keep a grip onto the cabinet, as the kind, new guy in town pushed his entire length inside your dripping wet folds.

Oh, jesus, he's really fuck big…

You moaned as you adjusted to him.

'Too big for my slut?' Sihtric grinned as he leaned back, massaging your recently slapped ass cheek while he checked you out from behind, enjoying the sight of his member all shoved inside your tightness.

'No,' you exhaled sharply as you felt him slowly slide out, 'just how I like it.' 

He's going to kill me with his cock… 

'Yeah? Just how you like it?' Sihtric chuckled and grabbed your hips, slamming hard into, just once, with a loud groan.

'Oh, fuck!' you cried, one hand slipping from the bookshelf above you, landing onto a lower shelf where you kept your hand to keep yourself up.

Just give it to me already… just fucking give it!

Sihtric exhaled sharply at your thought. He was going to give it to you, no doubt in his mind.

'Are you going to be a good little slut?' he asked, pulling your hips hard against his, leaving no space, filling you up so well.

'Mhm,' you hummed, you couldn't even think anymore.

'I asked,' Sihtric slapped your ass again, 'are you going to be a good little slut for me?'

'Yes! God! Yes! I will be a good little slut for you,' you moaned, feeling him pull out again, 'I want you to fuck me real good, baby boy.'

'I'm not your baby boy,' Sihtric hissed, slamming back into you again, making the entire cabinet of books shake as he did.

'Oh, fuck!' you desperately held onto the shelf above you, Sihtric saw your fingertips turn white. 'F-fuck me, d-daddy,' you laughed with ragged breath.

Sihtric hummed, pulling out slowly again, and he leaned in, placing his hand on yours on the shelf above you, as he held your hip firmly with his other hand, locking you in.

Fuck, fuck… you breathed hard as you felt his lips brushing lightly against your ear, he's going to fucking ravage me, oh fuck…

'I am not your daddy,' he whispered and chuckled, before he inhaled sharply and said, 'you will address me with 'Lord'.'

OH MY GO-

'Oh, LORD!' you screamed out as Sihtric started slamming into you with a violent, ravaging pace. 

Your legs were shaking, the cabinet with books rattled in sync with each thrust and the sound his hips snapping into you, accompanied by his heavy grunts each time he filled you up, had to be the most delicious sound you ever heard. You moaned hard, loud, and fast and tears filled your eyes at Sihtric's insanely hard and heavy pace.

Fuck, he feels so good, oh fuck… I will be his slut every day… any time oh…

'You feel so good,' you murmured, cock drunk and almost unable to speak, 'am I… a-a good… little slut, my Lord?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric laughed wickedly as he continued his pace, 'you're such a pretty,' he grunted, 'tight, little slut for me.' 

He slammed hard and deep into you, with such force, it caused books to fall off the shelves on the other side of the cabinet.

'Oh, no… t-the… books,' you moaned. Oh whatever… oh, god, he feels so good…

You closed your eyes and smiled, biting down on your lip with tears rolling down your face as the man you met only a few hours ago was railing you good in that backroom.

'You like that?' Sihtric asked with heavy breaths.

'Y-yes, Lord,' you sighed. I don't know how much more I can take… fuck, he needs to fill me up with his cum. Oh, god, I want it everywhere. In my pussy, in my mouth, on my ass…

'Ah, fuck!' Sihtric grunted, his pace becoming a little sloppy as your thoughts made him go wild, 'I'll fill you up good,' he said as he tried to compose himself, and he suddenly pulled out.

'No!' you cried.

What the fuck!

'Get on your knees,' Sihtric ordered.

'Yes, Lord,' you said and obeyed, with your cheeks flushed, hair messy, teary eyes and a sore pussy. Anything for you, lord.

Sihtric hummed with a smile, he thought you looked absolutely stunning right now, on your knees in front of him, after he had fucked your pussy all sore and red.

'Open up,' he smiled and grabbed your chin with one hand.

'Yes, Lord,' you smiled and opened your mouth wide.

Fuck my mouth… you looked up at him, choke me with your cock…

Sihtric shook his head lightly and chuckled as he looked down at you. A pretty lady he only met a few hours ago, who seemed so innocent at first glance, and here you were; begging to have your pretty little mouth fucked.

'Be a good little cum slut now, and thank me for my help,' he husked and smiled slyly with half open eyes.

'Yes, Lord,' you sighed, bringing both hands to his big, hard cock, working his length as you teased his tip with your tongue, and you looked up at him, locking eyes. 

He's so fucking big… and so hot

And then you took him in your mouth, feeling him twitch on your tongue as Sihtric let out a deep growl, grabbing the back of your head with both hands, and he started fucking your mouth almost as fast as he had fucked your pussy.

Oh fuckkkk, you looked up at him, tears rolling down your face again, I can barely fucking breathe, you moaned, but if I suffocate…. What a way to go…

Sihtric chuckled and gave you some air. A mixture of your saliva and his precum dripped down your chin and onto your blouse as he pulled out, and you wiped your mouth with a grin while you caught your breath.

'Already done, Lord?' you taunted, using your hands on him again.

Hmm, I'm going to suck you dry, my lord, you smiled and licked your lips as you looked up at him.

'Suck me,' was all Sihtric said, and he thrusted into your mouth as soon as you took him in again.

You felt yourself gag and breathing hard, and you moved one hand down to your core, fucking yourself with your fingers as Sihtric fucked your mouth.

Jesus fucking christ, this all feels so fucking good…

You moaned with your mouth full, feeling yourself tense up as it barely took anything to push you over your edge. Your body jerked as you fucked yourself through your own high, just when Sihtric pulled out and told you to open up again.

Please, please cum on my tongue... You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue as you looked up at Sihtric. He kept a firm grip on your chin and brought his twitching cock to your mouth, teasing you by slapping it against your tongue before he came with an animalistic growl.

Yes, yes! Oh god, yes…

You felt his warm cum drip down your tongue and you swallowed whatever you could. And you literally had no thoughts anymore as you just sat there, in the library backroom. On your knees, on the floor, with swollen lips, red cheeks glistening from your tears, messy hair, leftover cum running down your chin while your skirt was pushed up to your waist, your panties pulled down to your ankles and your tights shredded to pieces. And you watched Sihtric nonchalantly pull up his jeans and buckle up his belt.

He crouched down in front of you and smiled.

'Is this a special benefit of having a library card?'

You chuckled as Sihtric tried to clean your face up with some tissues he had grabbed from his backpack.

'Yeah,' you smiled, 'special benefit, but only for you,' you said as you looked at him.

God, you're so gorgeous… and sweet even… trying to clean up the mess you made. Fuck, I wish I could take you home, make you dinner, do your laundry… oh for fuck sakes. God, I'm pathetic… I don't even know him and I already want to be his wife…

'How about I give you my number?' Sihtric smiled, 'and we'll pick a day to meet up soon again.'

You looked at him with big eyes.

What??? Wasn't this just a one time hookup? what the fu-

'And we'll have a date,' Sihtric chuckled lightly, 'a real date. I'll cook you dinner.'

'Oh… I– I,' you were speechless, out loud and in your mind.

'Actually,' Sihtric pecked your lips, 'I insist. To thank you for your fantastic customer service, and to get to know you better.'

******************

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

kinktober: caught in public

words: 1.6k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, topper gets traumatized bc of course he does, p in v sex, hot tub sex

you know you’re not actually in private, but this section of the yard is so quiet you wouldn’t even be able to tell that there’s a party going on. your head is rested against rafes should, hand absentmindedly stroking his thigh under the water, glad that he turned the temperature of the hot tub down so you could stay in longer.

“baby…” rafe says, tugging at your bikini top, not trying to loosen the string, but wanting to tease you.

“hm?” you pick your head up, looking at rafe with a soft smile on your face. you were both slightly buzzed, just having a couple of drinks before sneaking off to the hot tub to be alone.

“come sit on my lap, i miss you.” rafe says, making you laugh gently.

“how can you miss me, we've been together all night?” but you slot one leg over his lap, pressing your chests together as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

“mmm, just have.” rafe says, hands rubbing up and down your back. “you smell so good.” he breathes in your hair, even as it’s tied up to avoid getting the ends wet.

you smile and turn your head to kiss at rafes neck, taking his earlobe into your mouth and giving it a little tug. rafe groans and drops his hand to your bum, feeling how little of it is covered by your swimsuit.

“there’s no one around…” rafe says, glancing behind him. “we could…” you usually would shut rafe down, you think that’s what he’s expecting, but it truly has been quiet. you can hear the crowd of the party over on the patio, but you’re around the corner of the house, and you’re not sure who even knows the hot tub is back here besides maybe topper, who is the host of the party.

“okay, but we have to be quiet.” you say, sitting back so you could look rafe in the eye, glad that the water is clear so you can look down, seeing his abs pressed together from his seated position. you bite your lip and run your hand down his torso, all the way to the band of his underwear. you rub your hand over where his cock is starting to swell, eyes flicking back up to rafes face as his jaw becomes slack, mouth dropping open but not making a sound.

“feels so good, baby.” rafe says, bringing a hand to your breast and playing with your nipple through the fabric of your swimsuit, not wanting to pull it to the side and expose you but still wanting to give you some stimulation.

“touch here.” you say, taking his hand in yours and bringing it into the warm water, right to your pussy. rafe understands what you mean by this, you don’t want to take too long or do too much foreplay since this is risky.

rafe rubs over your clit, making you let out a soft moan. when you work rafes swim shorts down his thighs to pull his cock out, you connect your lips in a kiss, hoping it will help both of you stay quiet as you begin to stroke him to full hardness.

“let me just sit on it for a second, mkay?” you tell rafe when you pull away from the kiss, knowing that without him opening you up with his fingers at first that you always need a minute. rafe nods and you tug your bikini bottoms to the side, lining yourself up with rafes cock before sinking down. 

“that feels so good, baby.” rafe praises you as you sit fully down, leaning forward and resting your forehead against rafes, eyes closing as your pussy stretches to accommodate his size. 

“just… one more second.” you say, placing your hands on rafes shoulders.

“it’s okay, take your time.” rafe says, but you feel ready so you begin to slowly move your hips up and down, slowly building up a rhythm.

“there you go.” rafe praises, grabbing your hips with his hands but letting you keep control. you continue to glance over rafes shoulder, checking to see if someone was coming. it makes you excited to think someone could walk up and find out what you’re doing, especially if that someone is one of the girls that used to flirt with rafe before you started to date him.

you begin to bounce faster now, smirking when rafes eyes drop to your tits as they bounce right at the top of the water. you giggle and lean forward to give him a quick peck on the lips before returning to your position, grinding your hips down against him.

“fuck, baby, this is gonna be quick if you keep that up.” rafe says, hands now starting to help you move as you begin to tire out.

“want you to cum anyways.” you tell rafe, giving him another kiss. you get lost in the way your lips slide over each others, moaning into his mouth as he begins to thrust his hips up to meet yours, bringing you down against him, causing the water to splash around you.

“you gotta cum first princess.” rafe says, rubbing one hand over your clit. you press your lips against his jaw to avoid moaning, having to drop your head onto his shoulder as he flicks over your sensitive skin.

“hey guys!” you pick your head up when you hear toppers voice, heading towards the hot tub with just his swim shorts on. you react quickly, reaching to turn the jets on, causing the water to stir instantly and bubbles to cloud the top of the water, disguising what is happening below the surface.

“hey top.” you say as he gets into the hot tub, sitting on the opposite side of you and rafe.

you widen your eyes once topper can’t see your face, still fully sat on rafes cock. you go to get off, but rafe stops you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“aren’t you supposed to be hosting this party topper?” rafe asks, thumbs rubbing over your hips.

“mmm, it’s fine. needed a break for a minute anyways.” topper says, leaning his head back against the rim of the hot tub, letting the jets massage him.

you go to pull off again, not wanting to be sitting on rafes cock with topper so close. rafe lets you pull off, but when you go to sit down next to him, he pulls you back on his lap, making you sink down on his cock again, just facing topper this time.

you lean back with your back against rafes chest, hoping topper doesn’t notice your movements too much or look under the water too closely.

“rafe…” you whisper, turning your head to skim your teeth over his jaw.

“shh.” rafe says, fingers moving back to your pussy. you grip his wrist under the water but don’t pull it away, letting him rub two fingers over your clit, moving easily over your skin in the water.

“so…” topper begins, picking his head up and looking at you, which you give him a quick smile before trying to control the emotions on your face. “were you not enjoying the party?” “oh, no.” you shake your head, trying to keep your upper body still as rafe begins to push his hips up against yours, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy by only inches. “we were having fun, just decided to get away from the noise a bit, right rafe?” “right.” rafe says, but his voice sounds strained, making topper furrow his brow and look closer.

“holy shit!” topper shouts, standing up in the hot tub, spilling water over the sides from his sudden movements. “you two are fucking right now!” “what? top! no!” you laugh it off, but rafes hands come to your hips, giving you a bounce as he’s unable to sit still any longer.

“oh my god, you’re actually disgusting.” topper climbs out of the hot tub, stomping back towards the party as you begin to move faster, rafes hips snapping up into yours.

“do not fucking get cum in the hot tub!” topper yells.

“don’t worry, i always cum inside!” rafe yells back with a laugh, making you clench your pussy tightly around him in disapproval, halting movement for only a minute before his fingers rub faster against your clit, making you too desperate to stop as you start to bounce again.

“rafe!” you shout out, arching your back as you move faster. “i’m close!” “close?” rafe asks with a dark chuckle. “did getting caught turn you on that much?” “fuck, fuck, just go harder.” you beg, and rafe quickly moves, switching positions so you’re kneeling on the seat of the hot tub while he stands in the center, thrusting his hips into you, not caring who sees at this point.

“god, yes!” you shout, holding your hand over rafes that rubs your clit, keeping it in place.

“fuck, baby, i’m cumming!” rafe warns, water splashing out of the hot tub as he thrusts into you as fast as he can possibly go, moaning and bending over your body as he cums, pushing it all deep inside you. upon feeling his release, your orgasm also rolls through your body. rafe keeps moving gently as you come down from your high, sinking back into the water as he pulls out, covering your pussy up with your swimsuit and tucking himself back into his shorts.

“come here.” rafe says, opening his arms, which you quickly accept and sit on his lap, resting your head against his bicep as you curl up into him.

“i think we scarred topper for life.” you giggle, thinking about the look on his face when he realized what was happening.

“tops a big boy, he’ll get over it.”

[aemonds-warcrime]

Domestic Aemond

Anon asked: "How woud Aemond react to his wife cheating... in chess? Every time he looks away, she steals a piece off of the board and just smiles when he looks back at her. Like she isn't even trying to win she's just doing this to mess with him a little"

Aemond x wife!reader | tipsy reader | cheating at chess | Aemond indulging his lady, teasing ensues

"It's your turn, Y/N."

You continued sipping on your wine, your mind already fuzzy from the drink, swirling the bitter liquid around in your mouth as you studied the chessboard in consternation.

Aemond sat back in his chair, his lips pressed together as he watched you with a mixture of impatience and amusement.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but you held up a hand to shush him. "I'm thinking."

"A demanding endeavor, it seems."

"I'm not losing to you again, Aemond."

"Perhaps more wine would help." He smirked, catching your eye as you shot him a withering look, taking another deliberate swig from your goblet.

"Fine." You moved your rook forward several spaces.

You winced as Aemond immediately took your piece with his knight. "Fuck."

"Check."

You groaned, holding the rim of your cool glass against your aching temple.

A servant bearing more drink arrived, drawing away your husband's attention for a few crucial moments. You reached forward, surreptitiously removing Aemond's own rook from the board and stowing it in the cushions beside you. "Ah, thank you." You beamed at the servant as he refilled your cup.

Aemond was studying his board with a raised brow, his violet eye flicked up to your studiously neutral expression. "Your move, Y/N."

"Oh yes, of course."

This went on several more minutes; you losing your pieces to Aemond's keen strategizing and him losing his own pieces whenever he was sufficiently distracted enough for you to steal them.

As Aemond turned his head to observe a group of guards moving across the hall, you tried to take away his queen without him taking notice. Long fingers caught your wrist as Aemond turned swiftly back to you, aware the whole time of your ruse. He pulled you toward him, unseating you and causing you to tumble onto his lap, scattering the remaining pieces across the board.

"You tried to take my queen?" He rolled his eye, snorting a short laugh. "You do know cheating at chess is nigh impossible."

"I'm the only queen you need, my king." You giggled, feeling his dexterous fingers begin probing at the ticklish part of your sides.

Your face was flushed from the wine and the sudden proximity of the Targaryen prince you called husband.

Aemond sighed, hoisting you so you were more securely seated against him. "I've always thought it interesting the queen is the one with the most power over the board." You watched him with soft adoration as he continued his musing. "She is the one with the most power to protect the king."

"I'd protect you with my life too." You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, feeling the low vibration of his chuckling, his grip on you tightening slightly.

"My ember." Aemond said affectionately into your hair before placing a gentle kiss to your crown.

The warmth of his arms encircling you combined with the heady heat of the wine caused your eyes to droop with sleepy contentment. "Take me to bed, Aemond." You murmured, your lips brushing the soft skin of his neck.

"As my lady commands." He rose with you in his arms, your arms coming to grip around his shoulders as he strode toward your chambers. "Remind me to not play chess with you while you're drinking."

"You're just a sore loser." You smiled, kissing his temple. "My strategizing prowess is clearly too much for you to handle."

"Hmm." Was your terse answer, Aemond shaking his head in fond bemusement as he carried you to bed.

[spidertick]

Mobius comes home after work:

Mobius:*walks into their bedroom,looking forward to just lay down in their bed and relax.Only to see Loki,and a giant lump under the covers.* ….Loki.What- the hell is this..

Loki:Oh hi,didn’t see you there.*he said seductively rolling over on his side with his classic.‘I have done something mischievous but will pretend nothing is happening.because I’m having a great time,look’*.

Mobius:I’m not doing this tonight Loki- either tell me what’s under the covers or I will just sleep in the guest room-

Loki:okay okay- I just thought we could…experiment a little tonight~?

Mobius:*He looked at Loki suspiciously before finally saying.* What are you-

*Loki dramatically pulls back the covers to reveal a pristine,waxed and buffed jet ski in the middle of their bed.*