#i want to touch them with a thousand gentle hands and whisper kind things with a thousand voices

[transmechanicus]

The HRT has killed a lot of my normal everyday experience of sexuality but fortunately it has revealed a second, much much weirder sexuality underneath.

[reidmaniac]

dancing in the refrigerator light. | spencer reid x fem!reader.

warnings: none really just fluff. established relationship, i think there’s like a pet name or two. honestly just idiots in love.

surprise! i’m still alive, i didn’t just fall off the face of the earth. i’ve just been so stressed and out of it lately, but here’s a short little story for you guys. love you, enjoy you!

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it was late—one of those lazy summer nights that seemed to stretch on forever. the kind of night where the crickets sang softly, and the world outside was quiet. spencer reid was sprawled on the couch, his nose buried in an old leather-bound book. the air was warm and comforting, a gentle reminder of the peace that could be found in the small moments.

you, were in the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge, looking for something sweet to snack on. the soft hum of the refrigerator filled the silence. as you found a slice of leftover pie, you couldn't help but notice the light casting a soft glow across the kitchen floor.

“hey, spence,” you called out, leaning against the fridge door, the light spilling out behind you.

spencer looked up from his book, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “yeah?”

“do you want some pie? i found a slice of blueberry pie in here,” you said, holding up the plate as if it were a prize.

he set the book aside and stretched, his long limbs unfolding like a cat. “sure, i could go for some pie.”

as he made his way into the kitchen, you grabbed a couple of forks and placed them on the counter. spencer stopped beside you, his eyes soft and warm under the dim light. he reached for the pie, but his attention was suddenly drawn to the music playing softly from the radio on the kitchen shelf. an old song, one that you both loved, was playing—a slow, gentle tune that made you want to sway.

“do you remember this song?” spencer asked, his voice a gentle murmur.

“of course i do,” you replied with a smile. “how could i forget?”

there was a moment of silence before he spoke again, his voice a little more confident this time. “dance with me?”

you were taken aback for a moment, not because he asked, but because he asked so sweetly, with a hint of vulnerability in his voice. you nodded, placing the pie on the counter and stepping closer to him.

“i’d love to.”

spencer took your hand in his, his touch gentle but sure. the refrigerator door was still open, casting that soft, warm light across the floor. he placed a hand on your waist, and you rested your free hand on his shoulder. slowly, you both began to sway to the music, your movements syncing naturally, like you had done this a thousand times before.

“you know, i’m not much of a dancer,” he admitted with a soft chuckle.

“you’re doing just fine, genius,” you replied, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

as you danced in the dim light, everything else seemed to fade away—the world outside, the late hour, even the pie sitting forgotten on the counter. it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, moving to the gentle rhythm of the music.

spencer looked down at you, his eyes soft and filled with something unspoken. “i could get used to this,” he said, his voice almost a whisper.

“what, dancing in the refrigerator light?” you teased.

he nodded, his smile growing. “yeah, exactly that, sweetheart.”

you laughed softly, resting your head against his chest as you continued to dance. the warmth of the refrigerator light and the softness of his touch made you feel as though you were in a world of your own, where time didn’t matter and the only thing that existed was this moment.

“you know, this is kind of perfect,” you said, pulling back slightly to look up at him.

“yeah?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours, filled with curiosity and something that felt like hope.

“yeah. it’s not every day you get to dance in the kitchen with dr. spencer reid,” you replied with a playful grin.

he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “well, it’s not every day i get to dance with the most amazing woman i know.”

the compliment made your heart flutter, and you knew that this moment was one you would cherish forever. as the song played on, you and spencer continued to dance, the soft glow of the refrigerator light casting your shadows across the floor. it was a simple, beautiful moment—one that seemed to capture everything that mattered between you two.

eventually, the song came to an end, and you both slowed to a stop, still wrapped in each other’s arms. you didn’t let go right away, savoring the closeness and the warmth.

“thank you for the dance, my love,” spencer said softly, his eyes twinkling with gratitude.

“anytime, spence,” you replied, your voice equally soft.

he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i think we need to make this a regular thing,” he murmured.

“dancing in the kitchen at midnight?” you asked, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

“exactly. it’s kind of our thing now,” he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“i’d like that,” you said, feeling the warmth of his words settle in your heart.

you stepped back slightly, reaching for the pie once more. the night stretched on, filled with the promise of more dances, more laughter, and more moments like this—just the two of you, wrapped up in each other, dancing in the gentle glow of the refrigerator light.

[wholoveseggs]

Me again :) I'm just requesting those as they come to me, so feel free to ignore. How about Elijah and reader being in a relationship, but Elijah being pretty vanilla and gentle in the bedroom. So, reader sits him down to share each other's desires and kinks. He finally opens up, revealing a world of dirty thoughts inside his mind, one of them being da breeding kink. I picture it very conversation driven as they build tension.

Fantasies

gif credit @winchesster

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

You get Elijah to open up about his desires and he discovers a few of yours, leading to a night of fun and exploration.

♡♡ Thanks for the request sweet @originals23 I adore all of your requests ♡♡

4.8k words - Warnings: smutttt, discussions of kinks & sex, lots of cum & orgasms, praise, breeding kink, public sex, fingering...

When you started dating Elijah, you expected a lot of things. You expected him to be the perfect gentleman and he was. You expected him to be kind and considerate and he was. And you expected him to be the perfect, loving partner and... Well, he was that too. He was everything you wanted and more, but sometimes... Sometimes, he was a little too gentle.

The first time you had sex with him it surprised you, mostly just how sweet and tender it was. He had you on your back, pressed into the mattress as he made love to you, taking his time, kissing your lips, your neck, and even your forehead before he came. You didn't expect it and you had to admit it was a little frustrating.

He was one thousand years old, an immortal creature of immense power, a man that had seen and experienced so many things, and yet, in bed he was just… the complete opposite. He was a soft lover, a romantic, a gentleman in the bedroom and you adored him for that, but there were times when you wanted more.

At first, you chalked it up to him wanting to make sure you felt good, but it soon became clear it was just the way he was. He wasn't shy, not exactly, but he wasn't open about his desires either. He was quiet in bed, mostly just letting out the occasional groan. The wildest thing he had done with you was smack you on the ass while you were riding him and, well, that just wasn't enough. You loved him so much, and you wanted to explore your sexual fantasies with him, but... You didn't know how to tell him.

All of this was on your mind when the two of you were at Rousseau's, cozied up in a quiet corner booth, drinking bourbon and chatting about everything and nothing at all. His arm was draped behind you on the booth, his hand idly stroking the nape of your neck and he was laughing, a deep and beautiful sound, his head tipped back as the corners of his eyes crinkled.

You loved this version of him. Relaxed and happy, with no care in the world, no responsibilities, no Mikaelson family drama, no nothing. Just the two of you and your love.

You'd had a few drinks, making you extra chatty. Your hand was on his knee and you were leaning against him, telling him some long winded story about something. You couldn't quite remember what it was, because his fingers kept brushing the nape of your neck and distracting you.

He noticed, of course, and when you trailed off and fell silent, he leaned down and whispered, "What's on your mind?"

"I..." You shook your head and finished your drink, setting it down on the table a little harder than necessary. "Can I ask you a question?" You said softly, turning towards him, your eyes flicking from his lips up to his eyes.

"Of course." He smiled at you, his eyes sparkling. "Anything."

"You tell me all these interesting stories about your past, but you never talk about... your... uh… sex life." You flushed red, stumbling over your words. You had no idea why you were so nervous. He had touched on the subject a few times, but never in any sort of detail.

He chuckled, looking away briefly, his smile growing, the corners of his eyes crinkling once again. "You want me to kiss and tell?" He asked, amusement in his voice.

"Yes. No. I don't know." You huffed, reaching for his hand, needing some kind of connection to him. "It's just... We've been dating for a while and... Well, I feel like I know almost nothing about your desires. Like… what you're into."

He took a sip of his drink, watching you curiously. "Tell me yours first," he said. "Then I'll share mine."

"Mine?"

"Yes, yours." He chuckled. "We all have them, don't we? Fantasies we like to indulge in."

"I... sure, I have them." You bit your lip. You knew your face was bright red.

"What is the wildest thing you've done?"

You hesitated, thinking about your past. You'd never been in a serious relationship before and the only thing that had been somewhat close was the occasional hookup, but those were few and far between.

"Uh... Well, this one guy I dated really liked roleplaying, so we used to pretend to be strangers in public places and stuff." You felt your cheeks flush as you looked down at the table, avoiding his eyes. "It was... It was fun."

"What else?" He was leaning back, relaxed, watching you intently, but there was something about the way he was staring at you that sent heat straight to your core.

"It's your turn," you said quickly, wanting to steer the subject away from you. "Tell me about one of yours."

"Mine?" He smiled that knowing smile of his, his eyes sparkling, but he didn't hesitate to answer. "I enjoy watching."

"Watching?"

"Yes. Watching." He laughed, finishing his drink. "There was a witch I was with for a short while and she would touch herself while I watched."

"Oh." You shifted in your seat, biting your lip. "And... And did you touch yourself too?"

"Sometimes," He set his empty glass down on the table and leaned back, stretching his arms out over the back of the booth. "Other times I would simply enjoy the show."

"That sounds hot." You licked your lips, picturing him sitting back and stroking his cock, watching some naked girl touching herself.

"It was." He turned his head towards you and looked you up and down, a playful glint in his eyes. "Your turn, tell me a fantasy of yours,” he said, his voice a low purr.

"Oh, okay." You shifted in your seat again, fidgeting. This whole thing was getting a bit intimidating.

"Come now, don't be shy." He said softly, his hand brushing against your arm. "I told you mine, didn't I?"

"Fine, fine, uh..." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You weren't embarrassed, not exactly, but it was hard to open up. This wasn't exactly going the way you planned. "I've always wanted to... I've always wanted to be dominated, but like nothing too rough, just..." You paused, taking a shaky breath. "I don't know how to explain it, but I've always had this fantasy of a man pinning me down, making me do whatever he wants, making me submit."

"Is that so?" He asked, his hand settling on your shoulder. His touch was light and gentle, but his fingers squeezed lightly. "Have you ever done that before?"

"Not really. You have to really trust someone to let them have control." You opened your eyes and found him looking at you, his eyes dark, his lips parted slightly. "Also, some men just aren't very good at it, they have to enjoy it as well."

Elijah chuckled, nodding in agreement. "That is very true."

"What about you?" You asked, your eyes searching his. "Have you ever...?"

"Done what you just described?" He cocked his head to the side and thought for a moment. "I've been on both sides plenty of times, but I prefer the dominant role. I find it..." He trailed off, his eyes roaming over you, his gaze lingering on the exposed skin of your thighs, the swell of your breasts. "I find it very appealing."

"Of course you do," you teased, relaxing a bit. "What else do you like?"

"Well, now, I couldn't possibly reveal all my secrets to you, could I?" He said, his hand settling on your thigh, his thumb stroking the skin there.

"What is a kink if not a secret?" You laughed, reaching out to touch him, sliding your hand under his jacket and rubbing his chest. "What about, uh, what's the most bizarre thing you've ever done?"

"That would depend on what your definition of bizarre is," he grinned, his fingers slowly slipping beneath the hem of your skirt. "I've had sex with vampires, witches, werewolves, humans..."

"No, not what," you rolled your eyes, trying not to giggle. "I mean... I don't know... Like... What's the wildest kink you've ever explored?"

"Ah." His eyes sparkled as he moved closer to you, his hand slowly inching lower. "Are you sure you're ready to hear it?"

"Yes, of course." You shifted, spreading your legs apart for him, wanting him to touch you.

"Hmm, maybe another time." He slid his hand higher, his palm pressing against your pussy. "I'd like to hear another one of yours."

"Elijah..." You sighed, moving your hips, rubbing against his hand.

"Tell me, sweetheart," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

"Fine, okay." You closed your eyes and leaned back against the booth, focusing on his hand, his fingers. "There was this one time, with this one guy..." You gasped, his fingers pressing against your panties, stroking you.

"Yes?"

"He wanted to... To come inside me and... I didn't let him, obviously." You opened your eyes and glanced at him, finding him watching you, his eyes dark and intense. "But... I've thought about it a lot since then."

"Oh?" His fingers slid beneath your panties and he groaned, feeling how wet you were. "You're soaking," he murmured, his eyes still locked on yours. "Tell me more."

You could tell by the look on his face that this was definitely something he was into, his eyes burning, his lips slightly parted. "He said he wanted to fill me up," you said softly, biting your lip, trying to ignore his fingers. "He wanted to make sure I was... uh... filled with his cum," you whispered, feeling yourself blush. "I told him no, but... I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"Is that so?" His fingers brushed against your clit, making you whimper. His lips were inches from yours, his breath hot and sweet.

"Yes," you moaned, closing your eyes, your hands gripping the edge of the booth. "I would think about him, about what he'd do if I let him."

"Would you like to explore that with me? This fantasy?" He asked, his thumb circling your clit, his fingers teasing your opening. "I'd love to try it with you," he whispered, his tongue licking the shell of your ear.

"Yes," you whimpered, spreading your legs wider, wanting more.

"What would you like me to do?" He asked, his teeth gently tugging on your ear.

"I'd like you to... To pin me down and..." You took a deep breath and forced yourself to say the words, knowing that's what he wanted to hear. "To fuck me, fill me up with your cum, and leave me a mess."

"A mess?" He laughed, his fingers slipping into your cunt, pumping in and out. "Like you are right now?"

His lips were still by your ear and you could hear the smirk in his voice, his fingers pumping firmly, you gripped his arm, squeezing him tightly. 

"Wait. Eli- someone could catch us," you gasped, glancing around the bar. You couldn't see anyone watching, but there were still a few patrons at the bar.

"Relax, no one can see you." He kissed your neck, his thumb stroking your clit, his fingers fucking you. "Now tell me," he murmured, his tongue sliding over the soft skin of your throat. "Would you like that? To be left a mess, your thighs slick with my cum, your pretty pussy dripping?" His teeth scraped across your skin and you shivered, unable to hold back a moan.

"Answer me, darling." His fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot that made you see stars. "Would you like that?" He asked again, his lips trailing lower. "For me to fuck you, make you mine, claim you?"

"Yes," you whimpered, bucking against his hand. You couldn't remember ever being this wet. "Yes, yes, please," you moaned, your nails digging into his forearm.

"You have to stay quiet baby," he said softly, his lips brushing against your collarbone. "Can you do that?" His thumb pressed against your clit and you couldn't help but cry out, a loud moan slipping past your lips.

He chucked, his hand stilling inside you, his other hand cupping your jaw, turning your face towards him. His eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide, his lips slightly parted. He kissed you, adding a third finger, stretching you. You couldn't take it anymore, your orgasm crashing through you, moaning into his mouth.

"Elijah," you whined, breaking the kiss. You were still shaking, his fingers still inside you, his lips brushing against your jaw. "Fuck," you gasped, trying to pull away from him, but he wouldn't let you go. You had completely forgotten where you were. Thankfully the bar was practically empty, only a couple of people around, no one sitting near you, but it was still a public place and you were completely exposed.

He smiled, pulling his fingers out of you and bringing them to his mouth, licking them clean. "We should be getting home." He murmured, his lips ghosting over yours.

"Yeah, yeah, we should." You sat up, adjusting your skirt, smoothing it out. You were still shaking, still wet. He was watching you with amusement, he had never seen you so turned on. "You should call a car," you said, not meeting his eyes. Your cheeks were flushed and you could feel your heart beating in your chest.

"I could." He reached for his phone and started typing out a text. "Or I could get a hotel room." He looked up from his phone and smirked at you. "You can finish telling me about your fantasies," His eyes raked over you, his smile growing. "Unless you'd rather just show me." He winked and hit send, his phone vibrating immediately with a reply. "Car's on the way," he said, standing up. "Shall we?"

He led you outside and you followed him blindly, not saying a word. It was late and the streets were mostly empty, the streetlamps casting a warm glow over the city. The wetness between your thighs was cooling and you shivered, wrapping your arms around yourself.

Elijah put his jacket around your shoulders, taking your hand and leading you to the waiting car. He opened the door and helped you in, sliding into the seat next to you. You sat silently, staring out the windows as the driver took you to the hotel.

"I can't believe we did that," you whispered, a bit nervous.

He kissed the side of your head, intertwining his hand with yours and bringing it to his lips, "I guess we both enjoy a bit of exhibitionism,"

The hotel he rented was incredibly fancy. The lobby was massive, filled with plush chairs and couches, a grand piano in the corner, soft music playing in the background. You stood by the desk, Elijah talking with the receptionist, signing papers, making arrangements.

To the untrained eye he looked the picture of composure, but you could see how worked up he was, his shirt slightly rumpled, his tie loose. You could feel the heat from his body, the warmth of his hand on the small of your back. The two of you barely spoke the whole way here, both of you eager for what was to come.

The room was on the top floor, overlooking the city, the lights sparkling. You took in the sights, admiring the view, before turning towards Elijah, smiling. He sat on the bed, pouring two glasses of champagne. He held out a glass to you and you took it, taking a sip.

"This is nice," you said softly, setting the glass down on the nightstand and sitting on the edge of the bed. You felt nervous now, you didn't know what to expect from him.

"It is," he said, his voice soft. His fingers trailed up your leg, "come here" he gestured, and you obliged, moving to straddle his lap, his hands on your hips.

You kissed him, his lips warm and soft, his beard tickling your face. He pulled away, smiling, and kissed you again, deeper this time, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You moaned, grinding against him, his cock hard beneath his pants. He slowly peeled your clothing off, tossing it to the floor, leaving you in just your panties. 

His eyes roamed your naked form, his gaze hungrier than ever. He lowered his mouth to your breast and swirled his tongue around your nipple, sucking on it lightly. With his other hand he gently massaged your other breast. You moaned softly, your head falling back as he worshiped your body.

He looked up at you, admiring your flushed skin, half-lidded eyes and puffy, pink lips. He couldn't wait to fill you with his cum, have you dripping and full.

His hand went up your thigh and dipped below the waistband of your panties. His finger slid between your pussy lips, gathering your arousal, before moving up to circle your clit. You moaned, grinding your hips, chasing the pleasure.

He hummed in approval, watching your face as he teased your clit, before pushing two fingers inside. He pumped them in and out, curling them slightly, searching for that sweet spot.

You gasped as he found it, clinging to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"I can feel how you tighten when I touch here," he whispered, his lips against your ear, his fingers pumping firmly. "Your pussy will milk my cock so well, won't it?"

You whimpered, feeling yourself grow closer. His thumb brushed against your clit, his fingers never ceasing. You arched your back, bucking your hips, your body begging for release.

"I didn't hear you," he said in a soft lilt, his lips ghosting along your neck.

"Yes, yes, it will," you moaned, panting heavily.

He smiled and pulled his hand away, making you whine at the loss, he left you so worked up. You felt his erection twitch against you, his hands gripping your hips.

"You'll have to be a good girl for me, won't you?" He said, his voice husky. "So I can give you what you need."

"Yes." You sighed, your fingers working at his tie, struggling to undo it. His words making you flustered, he had never been much of a talker in bed before. This vocal, dominant side of him had you reeling, the way he was speaking to you, touching you. It was driving you mad, and you needed more.

He watched you pull his tie off, his hands on your hips as you fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. Your fingers finally succeeded, pushing his shirt open and running your hands over his chest. You leaned in and kissed him, sucking on his bottom lip.

He broke the kiss and grinned at you, suddenly flipping you over onto your back, his weight pressing you into the mattress. He looked down at you, his gaze hungry, his eyes dark. You reached out, grabbing his belt, undoing the buckle, wanting to feel him. He leaned back, letting you, his cock straining against his pants.

You pulled his belt off and threw it aside, his pants and boxers quickly following. You stared at him, becoming wetter from the sight, he was so beautiful, so big, his cock was thick and long, already hard, a drop of pre-cum leaking from the tip.

He smirked at you and reached down, taking himself in his hand, slowly stroking.

"Touch yourself," he said, his hand moving up and down. "I want to watch you."

You bit your lip and obeyed, opening your legs, running your fingers along your pussy, gasping as they glided over your clit. He smiled, his gaze heavy, his eyes hooded.

"That's a good girl," he praised, his hand speeding up, his grip tightening. "Does that feel good? Do you like it?"

"Yes," you whimpered, nodding eagerly. You couldn't believe how much his words were affecting you, your fingers slipping inside, the sight of him above you, stroking himself, it was too much.

"I bet it does." His voice was thick, his breathing heavy. "You look so beautiful when you're enjoying yourself."

You couldn't help but smile, blushing at the compliment. He smiled back, letting go of himself and crawling over you, his cock brushing against your core. He kissed you, his lips soft and warm, his hands roaming down your thighs, lifting them up, pressing them into your chest. Your hips sprung up and he tapped his cock against your pussy, his hips grinding into yours. You groaned, the friction making your cunt ache. He continued to tease you, his cock sliding over your clit, your wetness smearing all over his length.

He kissed you again, his lips bruising, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. He grabbed his cock, lining himself up, the head of his cock spreading you open. He pushed in slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, his hands found yours, intertwining and pressing them down onto the mattress.

He groaned, burying himself to the hilt. He stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust, before starting to move, his hips moving slowly, rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of you. The sight of him above you, his hair disheveled, his chest rising and falling with his breathing, his eyes locked on yours, was almost enough to make you come.

He kept a slow pace, his cock stretching you, filling you, his hips rolling into yours. The hot, wet sounds of your pussy making him groan.

He let go of one of your hands, his free hand reaching down, his thumb brushing over your clit. You gripped his forearm, holding onto him, your eyes locked on his, as you both lost yourself in the pleasure.

He was letting out these soft groans and grunts, his jaw clenched, his breathing heavy. His hips were starting to falter, his cock twitching inside you. He was so close.

He leaned forward and kissed you, his hand squeezing yours. You felt him tense, his hips thrusting forward sharply, burying himself to the hilt. He let out a strangled groan, his body shuddering, his cock pulsing, filling you with his cum.

You looked down, watching as he pulled out, a string of cum connecting you, his fingers pushing inside, fucking his cum into you, his thumb circling your clit.

He leaned forward, kissing you deeply, his fingers pumping in and out, his thumb teasing your clit.

"That's it," he murmured against your lips. "Such a good girl, letting me fill you."

You could feel his erection pressed against you, he was still so turned on. You could feel the pressure building, his fingers pushing into you, his thumb stroking your clit, filthy wet noises coming from between your thighs.

He pulled his fingers away and replaced them with his cock, your combined fluids slick and warm, dripping down your thighs. You groaned, his cock sliding back inside you easily, his hips meeting yours, his body flush against you.

He pushed your legs up further and you hooked your arms under your knees, spreading yourself open for him.

You watched his thick cock sliding in and out of you, a trail of white fluid clinging to his cock every time he pulled out. The sight of it was enough to push you over the edge, your orgasm tearing through you, a strangled cry falling from your lips.

"That's it baby, squeeze my cock." His voice was low, his breath hot against your ear.

Your pussy pulsed around him, your orgasm continuing, making you feel like you were floating.

He buried his cock deep, his hips circling, his pelvis brushing against your clit, another wave of pleasure washing over you, the aftershocks of your orgasm intensifying. You felt his cock twitch, his hips jerking forward, a fresh wave of cum filling you.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, his cock pumping his cum into you, his body shaking, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. He kissed you, his lips soft, his tongue slipping past yours.

He continued to rock his hips, his cock throbbing inside you, his cum spilling out, trickling down your ass, soaking the sheets. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close, your hips moving in tandem with his. You wanted to stay like this forever, to keep him inside you, his cum warming you.

"Elijah," you whimpered, your pussy clenching around his cock.

He chuckled, kissing you slowly, his tongue exploring your mouth.

"You like being filled, don't you baby?"

You nodded, feeling a fresh wave of arousal hit you, your pussy growing wetter.

He grinned, kissing you again, his hips grinding against yours. You gasped as his cock brushed against that spot inside you, the pleasure building. He started to move again, his pace slow and deep, his lips never leaving yours.

"I'm going to keep filling you, until you can't take anymore." He whispered, his voice heavy, his hips thrusting forward, his cock hitting that spot again, sending shivers up your spine. "You want that don't you?"

"Yes," you whined, feeling a bit dizzy. You felt so full, so warm, your cunt was stretched so tight. His cock was rubbing against all the right spots, his lips brushing against yours, his beard tickling your skin.

"Do you want to have my baby?" He asked, his lips ghosting along your neck, his teeth nipping at the tender skin. "Want to have me pumping you full, filling you, making sure my baby grows?"

"God, yes." You gasped, his words making you moan. He was so close to you, his body covering yours, his cock buried inside you, his hot breath fanning over your face.

He leaned back, his cock coated in white, pulling out slowly, before pushing back in, a low moan escaping his lips. He was so turned on, his eyes hooded, his cheeks flushed, his pupils blown.

"Look at your perfect pussy." He growled, his eyes fixed on the place where you were joined, his cock covered in your combined fluids. "You're so full, aren't you? My cum spilling out of you."

He was fucking you so slowly, his hips rolling into yours, his cock stretching you. It was too much, too intense, you couldn't take it. You reached down and rubbed your clit, desperate to find release, desperate for him.

He grinned, watching you touch yourself, his eyes glued to your face, your eyes screwed shut, your mouth falling open. He started to fuck you faster, his cock pounding into you, his pace rough and demanding.

You felt yourself start to fall apart, the pressure building, your clit throbbing. He was pounding you so hard, so deep, his hips snapping forward, his cock bottoming out.

He kissed you again, his lips hot and slick, his tongue caressing yours. You moaned into his mouth, another orgasm hitting you, making you see stars, your pussy clamping down on his cock. He groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock swelling inside you before releasing another hot load of cum, your combined fluids spilling out, pooling between your thighs.

He kept moving, fucking you through your orgasm, his pace slower, his hips circling, riding out his own release.

His hips stilled, his cock resting inside you, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He let out a low moan, his cock twitching, the last of his cum filling you.

You watched him slowly pull out, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit, more white fluid pouring from his cock. He groaned, tapping the head of his cock against your swollen clit as he softened, his cum dripping onto your stomach.

You were still reeling, your whole body tingling. You felt so empty, so warm, his cum coating your thighs.

He kissed you again, his hand moving up to stroke your cheek, his other hand resting on your thigh.

"You were so good for me." He said softly, his voice hoarse, his eyes meeting yours. "So beautiful."

You blushed, smiling up at him, the praise washing over you. He smiled back, leaning in, his lips brushing against yours, his kiss tender and sweet. He moved off the bed and went to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth.

He cleaned you gently, wiping away the mess, before lying down next to you, pulling the covers up over both of you. He held you close, his hand stroking your back, his breath warm against your skin.

"There are so many fantasies to explore," he murmured against your skin. "So much for us to try."

"Oh yeah?" You asked, running your hands over his shoulders, your fingers tracing the marks your nails had left. "Like what?"

He grinned, his hand trailing down your side, cupping your ass.

"Well, I did have this idea for next time…" he said, his voice low.

You laughed, pressing closer to him. You loved him so much, and knew there was a lot more love to give. You were already looking forward to his next fantasy, and hoped he was looking forward to yours.

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[yoonsdoll]

his star - yjh

content : n-i!jeonghan x gn!reader ; friends to... something more idk ! ; fluff n romance ; 1.3k words warnings : reader is called 'pretty' - actually, he was your star too . an : i miss hannie already SIGH i am not taking the news well

When Jeonghan invited you on a date randomly, you didn’t know what to expect but somehow it was so fitting. It was something different, but he still took into consideration all he knew about you, creating something ideal for you both — a date at the planetarium. The evening began as you met him outside the building, the city’s soft glow casting a golden light over his pretty face. He stood there, waiting with a smile that always managed to make your heart flutter, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his jacket.

“You ready for a little trip through the stars?” he asked playfully.

Of course you were. You were ready to go anywhere with him. You nodded soon after, excitement bubbling in your chest. There was something magical about the idea of spending the evening together beneath a sky full of stars, even if it wasn't the real one.

As you stepped inside, the planetarium was dimly lit, casting a peaceful, almost dreamlike atmosphere. Jeonghan led the way, finding the perfect seats in the centre where you’d have the best view of the projection. You sat down beside him, the armrest between you feeling like a small barrier, though the warmth of his presence was (as always) unmistakable.

The lights dimmed further, and the dome above you both began to fill with stars — thousands of tiny, sparkling lights stretching across the ceiling like a canvas of the night sky. A soft voice begins narrating, guiding you through the wonders of the universe, but it’s Jeonghan’s quiet voice beside you that captured your attention more than the show itself.

“This is pretty amazing, right?” he murmured, leaning in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like we’re floating in space.”

You glanced over at him, and even in the low light, you can see the soft smile on his lips, his eyes sparkling thanks to the stars above.

As the presentation continued, Jeonghan couldn’t help but make lighthearted comments, whispering them so only you could hear. He pointed out constellations, giving them silly names instead of their real ones.

“See that one over there?” he whispered, leaning in closer, his shoulder brushing against yours as he pointed at a cluster of stars. “That’s the constellation ‘Sleeping Bunny.’ It’s super rare.”

You stifled a giggle, your heart warming at his playful nature. “You’re just making things up now.”

“Hey, I’m an expert at this,” he joked, his tone light. “I could guide tours here if I wanted.”

Despite his teasing, there’s something about the way his voice dipped to a softer tone as he talks about the stars that made your heart race a little. He’s close—closer than before—and it feels like, in this quiet space filled with the cosmos, the universe has shrunk to just the two of you.

As the show transitioned to a slower, more awe-inspiring segment about distant galaxies and nebulae, the mood shifted into something more cryptic, almost surreal. The narrator talked about the vastness of space, about how small we are in the grand scheme of the universe, and Jeonghan grew quieter, as if the beauty of the moment had settled into his bones.

You both sat in comfortable silence, watching as galaxies swirled and stars exploded in brilliant colours. Jeonghan’s hand, resting casually on the armrest between you, inched just a little closer. You could feel the warmth of his fingers, almost brushing against yours, and your pulse quickened.

Then, just a moment later, his pinky softly hooked around yours, the smallest of touches but one that sent a rush of warmth through your entire body. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, and when your eyes met, he gave you a gentle smile—one that’s almost shy, but full of hope.

“It’s kind of crazy, isn’t it?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper now. “How vast everything is… and yet here we are, together.”

There was something deeper in his words, an unspoken connection forming in the quiet between you two. The stars above seem to shimmer a little brighter, and for a moment, it felt as if you both noticed the connection between you, just like two stars in a constellation.

Impulsively, you gently shifted your hand to meet his, your fingers lacing together naturally. The soft touch felt right — like it was meant to happen all along. Jeonghan’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand, slow and deliberate, as if savouring the moment.

“I’ve been wanting to do that,” he admitted quietly, almost playfully teasing you for being the braver one of the two.

The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the show, your hands intertwined, the warmth of the gesture grounding you both even as you watched distant galaxies millions of light-years away. Every now and then, Jeonghan gave your hand a gentle squeeze, and you couldn't help but glance at him, catching him smiling to himself.

Once the show ended, the gentle hum of the planetarium faded as you and Jeonghan stepped outside into the cool evening air. The night was quieter than before, the city’s distant sounds barely audible as the two of you lingered just outside the entrance. Above, a few stars peeked through the clouds, not nearly as breath-taking as the ones projected inside, but still worth admiring.

Jeonghan’s hand remained in yours, a soft, steady connection that had your heart fluttering. “They aren’t quite as impressive as the fake stars.” he hummed with a playful sigh, tilting his head towards the sky. But there was a lightness in his tone, as if the real stars didn’t even matter — because in that moment, his attention was on something else.

“You’re like a pretty, bright star, just on earth… so I'd say you make up for it.” he added quietly, his voice soft, as if he was letting you in on a secret.

His words caught you off guard, a rush of warmth spreading through your chest. Jeonghan stepped just a little closer, and before you could respond, his free hand gently lifted, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear. His fingers were soft against your skin, lingering for a moment longer than they needed to. The way he looked at you under the dim street lights made your breath hitch — like he was admiring something precious, something close, something real.

“I liked tonight a lot — I mean, I like being with you in general but…” he shared softly, his voice laced with something so genuine it made your heart swell. “I think I could sit under a sky full of clouds and still find it beautiful as long as you were sitting beside me.”

You couldn’t help but feel flustered, your cheeks heating up as Jeonghan’s gaze lingered on you, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing line across your knuckles. He watched your reaction, his eyes twinkling with the tiniest hint of mischief, but also something deeper, something meaningful. It’s like he knew exactly what he was doing — flustering you with the sweet sincerity of his words.

Before the moment could get too overwhelming, Jeonghan let out a soft chuckle, his usual playful charm peeking through again. “Okay, I'm getting a little cold now, let's get going, hm?”

You laughed, the tension easing as his words brought that playful atmosphere back. But even as you smiled, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something deeper has settled between you, something as steady and constant as the stars themselves.

It wasn’t difficult to agree, not when he smiled so sweetly at you, not when you both knew that night changed what you were previously into something more, something closer, something you both wanted. It didn’t have to be then when you’d figure exactly what that connection was, that was a conversation for the future. Maybe another evening under the stars, maybe a movie date or a picnic. It didn’t really matter, because if you weren’t confident of it before, you were now : there will be a future where you explore those feelings, because he wasn’t going to let you go now.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Maybe this is self-indulgent, but what about beating Haarlep in the game of seduction? Like, making the incubus long for Tav instead of the other way around. I want to see Haarlep being utterly desperate for someone, see him yearning so fiercely it makes him burn, see him so swept up by the passion of another that he is being lavished with that thoughts of him trying to use/command the situation in some way don't even occur to him until after he has come down from the high of pleasure. What do you think would be going through his mind?

Starved

Haarlep x Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I really enjoyed receiving this request, I’m sorry it took a hot minute to post, but I did enjoy it greatly. Scenarios like this for Haarlep make my knees crumble. I wrote a small story and answered your question after it!! Please let me know what you thought <3 And please enjoy xoxo

⋆˙⟡♡ Submissive Haarlep | Starved Haarlep | Comfort | Slight NSFW

Haarlep's eyes, usually filled with a predatory gleam, now held a hint of vulnerability. Something about your aura has ignited a fire within them, a craving they cannot ignore.

As the Incubus circles you, your lashes flutter with lust. The desire to be mounted by them, to feel the creature's cock sliding into you, is undeniable. You had wanted them since you met, yet all you could do was tease them with a subtle kiss here and there.

Each time you visited before Raphael’s demise, Haarlep’s tail would twitch with delight, in hopes it would be the day they’d command your body, yet you’d always deny them. And with a gentle caress to their cheek, you’d whisper, "Soon, my Incubus. Soon." Before walking away, your clothes hugging tightly to your frame, leaving nothing to the imagination.

And each time you left from their sight, Haarlep would groan, the feeling of being starved too much to bare, and the need to sink into your heat becoming unbearable. No one has ever denied them, but you had, and that only made the Incubus crave you even more.

Haarlep recalls those nights where they would have no choice but to stroke their own length. A visual of you naked and begging for them to fill you was always enough to help them finish. But it wasn't the same.

This is the first time you've been able to truly be alone, to be able to indulge in all the fantasies that have been building. Haarlep's voice, usually smooth and commanding, trembles ever so slightly as they move closer towards you. Their words filled with a desperate longing. Haarlep yearns to taste the forbidden fruit that is your body, to cherish the intoxicating symphony of pleasure that awaits you both.

Every touch, every caress of yours, sends electric currents coursing through Haarlep's veins. Their body, usually so confident and self-assured, now quivers with need. The way your gaze lingers over their shape causes them to dissolve into a malleable state. It's an unfamiliar sensation... And in that moment, the fact that they are an incubus slips from their consciousness.

Haarlep has seen, been with thousands, but never once has anything, or anyone made their heart quickened it’s beat quite like you. Hells, Haarlep never even knew such a thing possible for their kind. The Incubus, who has known no other feeling than that of sexual desire, is experiencing something entirely new, and it scares them.

And when your lips meet their chest, their skin aches with every flick of your tongue, they can't stop the moan from escaping. Their hand tangling in your hair, as their other holds you in place, and for the first time, Haarlpes mind becomes clouded.

The once dominant incubus now becomes the submissive, lost in the rapture of their union. They are consumed by the sheer euphoria of the moment, their thoughts of control and manipulation vanishing into thin air.

You, empowered by your ability to awaken such submission in Haarlep, take the lead, guiding them through a dance of passion and fulfillment. With a single kiss, you claim the incubus as your own, Haarlep’s very own soul now bound to your will.

Your hands explore their body, tracing their abs, moving lower, and lower still. As your fingertips reach the base of their cock, Haarlep’s breath hitches. You feel their pulse quicken, and your core clenches.

Without hesitation, you wrap your fingers around the thick shaft, and with a tight grip, you guide it into your folds. The incubus shudders, their head leaning back, mouth agape, eyes closed, while you slowly sink onto their thick member.

As you take in more and more of their length, Haarlep is completely overwhelmed. They are utterly stripped of control, a willing slave to your whims and desires. Their hunger for you, their need to be thoroughly and relentlessly ravished, becomes all consuming. Every bounce on their cock, every kiss, sends waves of pleasure crashing over them, shattering any remnants of resistance they once possessed.

As the climax approaches, Haarlep's body tenses, their groans and moans reaching a crescendo of ecstasy. In the throes of pleasure, they reach the pinnacle of their desire, trembling and quaking beneath your loving touch. It is in this moment of ultimate surrender that the realization of their vulnerability dawns upon them, leaving the incubus breathless, impressed, and completely sated.

As your lips part, you stare into the eyes of a creature you never once thought you’d fall for, their will now completely submissive, their soul forever bound to yours.

"I am yours, and you are mine.” Is all you say, before resting your forehead against theirs.

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Haarlep is used to being the one who stirs sexual relations, not the one overwhelmed by it. As Tav begins to turn the tides, Haarlep might initially be confused. They are not accustomed to the roles being reversed, and it would take them time to understand what's happening.

Eventually realization would dawn on Haarlep that Tav is not just resisting but actively seducing them, Haarlep would likely feel surprised, proud/impressed of Tav even.

I think because Haarlep is so accustomed to being in command, they would find the loss of control a bit frightening but eventually once they come down from the high they’d find it thrilling since it was you/tav. If it was anyone or anything else the fear might linger a bit longer…

There might be a grudging respect or even admiration for Tav's prowess. Haarlep would recognize the skill involved in turning the tables on an incubus, and part of them might appreciate the challenge Tav presents. Leaving them wanting to be at your side.

[jade-jini]

soft dom kazuha hehehehe wheeeeeeeen jade 🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

(My baby Zuha is so gentle, almost makes me doubt she can dom sometimes)

tw: idk if it counts as ed, there’s a little part where reader ain’t big on eating but Zuha helps her with it. Just putting it here in case.

I think dom Zuha is big on praising and encouraging. Both in and out of bed. Like you’d be on your desk, clearly stressing about work, and she’d walk behind you and stop to give you a hot drink, a little shoulder massage and also shake you a bit lol and goes all “you can do it let’s go!”, making you laugh at her silliness, and she’s just happy to do so, leaving a kiss on your face as she leaves you to continue your work.

Once you come back with good news about the work submitted, she’ll hug you and all you hear is “that’s my girl” “I’m so proud of you.” “I knew you could do it, you’re amazing”, etc :3

If you had a hard day tho, she’s rather a bit quiet, letting you talk as she cuddles you, just going “mhm” so you know she’s paying attention. She would try to come up with a way to fix whatever the problem is, as well as telling you that what you did was good, and that she’s sorry it didn’t go the way you wanted, sympathizing with you about the issue. Feeling heard actually helps, and the warm hugs and kisses your girlfriend gives you, as well as her sweet words in between, yeah. There’s no way you can be sad for a long time when you have her.

Gentle dominance! I personally believe Kazuha can look a little intimidating when she looks serious 😭 but let’s be honest she’s such a sweet thing ahhhh. She doesn’t threaten you with punishments or anything like that. Rather she will be kind when speaking to you, but it’s clear when she’s telling and not asking. You’ve gained better habits thanks to her though.

“I’m not hungry, Zuha.” You’d say, but your girlfriend knows you haven’t had anything that day, and it’s past lunch time. Kazuha looks at you with a calm expression, but her tone is different from the cute voice she uses with you sometimes.

“You are eating, don’t argue with me.” She says, and her voice sends shivers down your spine. “It’s for your own good, my love. Can’t spend the day like that. Be good and listen to mommy, yes?” She whispered this last part only for you to listen of course. “Here, at least try some of my soup if you’re not that hungry.” And how can you say no? Specially when she’s sweetly feeding you lol. With time, now it was you who’d ask what she’d like for lunch ‘cause you were hungry, and when you started doing this she felt so happy knowing you had a healthier meal schedule.

“Straight posture, darling.” She says with her hand on your back, and the moment you feel her touch you obey. Same could be told in bed.

You guys are in your shared room at night, her kisses making you drunk already as she takes your jacket and shirt off. Of course you help her too, almost drooling at the view of her abs even though you’ve seen them a thousand times. Kazuha loves the reaction you have when seeing her body, one of the several motivations she has to continue going to the gym. As you leave kisses on her torso, she opens the drawer of the little nightstand next to your bed, and gets one of your favorite toys, silently asking you. Excitement traveling your body, you nod and help her with the rest of her clothes, staying on your knees as she gets the strap on ready.

“Bend over for me, will ya?” She asks, and the moment you feel her touch (and the strap teasing your clit from behind) you obey:). Her hand on your lower back pushing you down. “Good girl.” The praise resonating in your brain and you need more. She knows this. “My pretty girl, so wet already. We just started.”

And as soft as she might sound, she sure knows how to fuck you hard. Grabbing your hips as she focus all her energy into creating the perfect pace. Deep. Fast. Anything that will hit those spots that get you drooling all over your pillow. As your moans get louder and turn into sobs, she stops and pulls you up by the hair, keeping you in place as she asks “You ok?” you wonder how can her voice sound so calm?? She barely lets you nod before continuing “ok good.” And there she goes again, pounding you so good until your legs burn.

“Zuha~ please… fuck!” You cried as she keeps hitting your favorite spot, tears going down your face because of the overwhelming pleasure “mommy, please.. right there, yes~”.

“There, my baby? Is my darling feeling a little too good? Look at you, you look so beautiful when I fuck you like this, princess.” showering you in compliments before, during, and after you come. You never can’t not feel loved and desired when is Kazuha making you hers like that.

Now wait. ‘Cause teasing. She’s BIG on teasing, it’ll always get a smile of a giggle out of her to see and hear your reactions. Specially in public. When she grabs your thigh and squeezes for no reason, a little gasp or even moan escaping your lips? That makes her laugh 😭 when she whispers dirty things in your ear in Japanese, knowing damn well you either didn’t understand or barely caught a few words. However her deep voice is enough to get you going, there’s just something about the way she sounds when speaking her mother tongue like that to you. Enough for desire to be written all over your face, and when you think she’s gonna take you somewhere private, she’s just holding her laugh as she walks away, making you groan in disappointment.

“Not fair, Zuha.” You tell her once you catch up with her, holding her arm. She simply laughs at you, and pats your head before kissing your forehead.

“Be good and I’ll give you anything you want at home, my baby.” She says and you know she means it, so you simply nod and hug her tight, getting wrapped in her arms as well to protect each other from the cold weather <3.

[ledgerserious8]

Your Blind Home | Bruce Wayne (Bale) & Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Drama Love Confession

Summary : When You're in love with someone who actually around you..

Word count : 1.5k

You was his sidekick you was his partner to protect Gotham from six months and your hero nickname was Shade because you love dark things and black color

But he never let you know his true identity even when he said softly "i trust you" but he doesn't seem trust you enough..

You was in love with someone who actually a billionaire handsome guy and he known by "the play boy of Gotham Bruce Wayne"

Tonight..the both of you was sitting on the building you was eating your red apple He could sense you staring at the picture of his alternate self It was almost like you didn't realize that he was wanting to tell you something

You was looking at the picture of the building it's was showing a photoshoot for Bruce Wayne wearing his black suit and look so handsome into your shiny eyes

So you was just staring at Bruce Wayne, his rich public identity but you don't know he's actually around you How long could he not tell you? How much longer did he have?

he wanted to finally reveal who he truly was to you because he trusted you with everything being into him

"Hey bat" - you whispered to him as He flinched after he heard your whisper

He had been lost in his own thoughts, and his heart was pounding and you was so close, so tempting The idea of you knowing the truth about him was both exciting and terrifying

"Yes?" - He whispered back trying to keep his serious tone calm and gentle with you

"I think i loved that guy from a long time" - you whispered honestly as Pointing at Bruce Wayne's picture

He could feel his heart racing faster with every word you uttered you wasn't talking about your love for the rich public figure of Bruce Wayne

You was expressing your intense desire to protect this man who you believed was some innocent stranger your feelings for Bruce Wayne were real, genuine, and authentic

He had to control himself. He couldn't reveal his secret identity without revealing that HE WAS THAT MAN

"Bruce Wayne?" - he whispered under the mask as looking at you waiting for your response

"Yeah but i don't think that billionaire guy want hero like me" - you explained calmly and he still listen to you carefully

"He want normal person maybe rich woman and more prettier than me you know" - you added softly but your tone get sadder

His heart broke into a thousand pieces. You think you're in love with a man you doesn't realize is actually him

You think you're in love with a man who you believes doesn't give you a second thought He desperately wanted to tell you the truth

He desperately wanted to reveal that he was that same man in whom you so passionately loved

"I believe this guy now is snoring on his bed" - you explained angrily as taking another bite from your apple

But that guy was actually beside you..

He tried not to laugh, but your imitation of his snoring was too funny you was so playful, so innocent

He wanted to hold you in his arms and protect you from all the evil that Gotham City had to offer even when you're a heroine

You was so pure, so genuine for him

You hadn't even realized that both of them were looking at the same view of Gotham City you was so focused on the picture of Bruce Wayne, he knew you wasn't even aware that he was actually that same man

You looked at him under your shade mask and handed him one of your apples your kindness and thoughtfulness touched his heart

He had never experienced an act of generosity so genuine as He took a bite of the apple, the sweet taste reminding him of his own affection for you

He was so overwhelmed with feelings of admiration, of affection, of sheer longing for you so much

You had no idea how much he loved you. How much he wanted to confess his feelings for you. But the fear into his heart was stopped him

The fear of trust someone then get hurt..

"But i know he will reject me and even if i said okay it would be not true" - you whispered honestly as He hated the fact that you believed that he would reject you

The rich public image of Bruce Wayne might not want you, but he was not the public image he wanted you in his two images the billionaire guy and the batman

He wanted you more than anything He wanted to kiss you and take away all insecurities you had He wanted to confess his feelings to you, to express how special and unique you was.

"Can i ask you something?" - he whispered huskily making you nodded to him silently

He took a deep breath This was the moment, his only chance to confess his feelings before the mission was going to start

He had to resist the urge, though. He couldn't afford to risk blowing his secret identity just yet He had to keep his voice calm and clear when he finally spoke

"Have you ever wondered if the guy you're in love with really is that cold and unfeeling billionaire he portrays?" - he explained calmly as keep looking at you

"Or if he's capable of loving with a pure and intense passion?" - he added softly

"No i don't think because he doesn't know me or see my true identity like you" - you explained calmly your point of your view

"Do you mind if I tell you a secret, something nobody else in this world know?" - he asked as looking at you making you nodded again

He wanted to confess his feelings for you, to let you know that he loved you, that he would never reject you

But this secret, this secret revelation would blow his secret identity This was a dilemma beyond any Batman had faced in his years as a hero

Suddenly he cupped your face by his gloves hands and put his lips against yours, he kissed you with all his passion and love and he didn't even wait for your permission

Because he can feel you kissed him back

He pulled away from the kiss slowly but he still close to your face making his warm breath hitting your skin A faint smile crossed his lips He was about to give you the last piece of the puzzle.

What you needed to grasp the enormity of the situation He needed you to see it

"The person behind this mask," - he whispered softly - "is the guy you're in love with."

He paused, trying to read your reaction but he can see your shiny eyes start to widen

"Wait so i was joking about you snoring not knowing it's you" - you whispered with widen eyes making him nodded silently as smirking

Your shock and surprise was both endearing and amusing He couldn't contain the small snicker that escaped him at your reaction

So you really hadn't noticed Batman is that Bruce Wayne who was the one you loved all along

your innocence was both charming and endearing He tried to hold back his laughter as he waited for you to recover from the shock and surprise and let it sink in

You take your shade mask off making him take his bat mask off it's not the first time he see your face but it's your first time to see Bruce Wayne in his batsuit and without mask

"I love you" - you whispered honestly and it's made him smiled warmly at you

"Me too with every fiber in my being" he whispered back honestly to you his voice filled with emotions And passionate

And suddenly you hugged him tightly with all the power you have This was better than he could have imagined you accepted him for who he was, for the true identity that he had spent so much time hiding beneath the public figure of Bruce Wayne

you wasn't afraid of the danger, or of the challenges in this relationship you embraced him and his identity, both Batman and Bruce Wayne

He started to hold you tightly in his arms and never let go, to take you under his protection and keep you safe like he's your home..

Your Blind Home

[onedappercat]

Why Does the Ortolan Sing?

A human AU Good Omens fanfic

(View uncensored art on AO3)

Chapter 20: So Much For Stardust

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Following his mother’s death, Azira sets out to prepare his family’s bookshop for reopening. While appreciating the shop’s new sign, he hears the beckon of a siren’s song sounding from the coffee shop over the road. He succumbs to temptation to find the source of the hypnotic voice is an auburn-haired songbird. Intrigued by the singer’s beauty and haunted by his apparent loneliness, Azira is determined to introduce himself. There’s only one problem: the musician’s menacing, jealous, and possessive partner.

CW: Domestic abuse, loss of a loved one, adultery, toxic relationship, murder, blood, organized crime

Excerpt from chapter 20:

“Space is incredible, you know?” Crowley’s smile broadened as he stared up at God’s canvas. “It’s true eternity. So vast and limitless, we’re constantly finding something new. Even when Earth is long gone, the space we used to occupy will receive the light from star systems we’ve never known, never named, and the light from Earth will do the same. We’re fleeting, but space isn’t.”

“That’s beautiful…” Azira sighed. “And slightly tragic. Nothing lasts forever, I suppose.”

“Some things do.” Crowley took a deep breath of the fresh, country air. “Humans give names and stories to the stars, and I wonder who else out there, seeing the same stars from a different angle, have done the same. Like over there,” Crowley motioned to a cluster of stars Azira couldn’t differentiate from any others. “Coma Berenices. Humans looked at those stars and saw the hair of an Egyptian queen, sacrificed to Aphrodite to ensure her husband’s return from battle. Something so human. Or the Andromeda Galaxy… one of our neighbors. Named for a beauty whose parents angered the Gods, causing her to be sacrificed to a monster. The stories we assign them won’t last for eternity, but their light always reaches somewhere, even once they’re gone. And there’s an infinite number of them to do just that.”

“When you put it like that, eternity is… a hard concept to grasp.” Azira pondered for a moment. He’d had philosophical conversations with his parents, but eternity was never a topic they touched on. “I admit, my mind usually stays grounded in the stories in books; I don’t tend to consider just how insignificant that all is.”

Crowley eyed Azira at askance, then rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand and smiling. “Eternity is a mountain made of diamonds.”

“A what?” Azira grinned.

“There’s a mountain made of diamonds, a hundred miles wide and a hundred miles high, and every thousand years a bird comes and sharpens its beak on the mountain.”

“The same bird?”

Crowley waved his hand dismissively. “We’re talking diamond mountains; you want to harp on the age of the bird?”

“Right,” Azira chuckled. “Carry on.”

“So this bird sharpens its beak on the mountain, scraping away a tiny piece every time. Once that mountain has completely worn away, one second of eternity has passed.”

Azira stared up at Crowley, his face framed in the falling stars and glittering diamonds of eternity, sending their light to Earth. His lips parted, a soft gasp leaving him as he took in the eternal beauty, incomparable in his mind to the fleeting beauty that was Crowley. Crowley’s soft smile and gentle eyes were gazing at him with the kind of love actors attempt to portray in movies. It was so believable, as he watched the old black-and-whites with his mother, until he witnessed it himself.

“Make love to me under the stars,” Azira whispered. “Eternally.”

Continue from chapter 20 here.

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[buckwheeler]

he touched the part where the metal was bent

“Hey, are you awake?”

The whisper is a soft, quick thing. It wakes him like a gasp. All at once. He springs to waking. He springs awake so scared that he cannot move. He cannot open his eyes. He doesn’t move a muscle.

He doesn’t have to look to know she’s there. The violence of his waking leaves no room to wonder if he’s dreaming. He knows he’s awake like he knows she’s there. 

He doesn’t speak aloud, so as not to wake Eddie. Sleeping Eddie, who’s lower back he can feel pressed to his own. He’s warm, Eddie. Buck feels the warm press of his skin through both their t shirts. Warm from all that warm blood running under his skin. Warm and living.

“I’m awake.” Buck says, not out loud. 

“Open your eyes,” she says. Buck feels the gentle breath of her against his cheek. 

“Do I have to?” He whispers, with his mouth closed. He feels the soft huff of her laughing.

“Just open them,” she insists. Softly, but insisting. He’s frightened. He hears her mouth tilting in a kind of smirk. And when he opens his eyes, he sees it too.

Her face is lovely. Beautiful and dear. She’s lying right in front of him. Too close to see if she were really there. Nose to nose. She’s got her hands folded over each other underneath her cheek, atop his pillow. Sharing their side of the bed. 

“Hello Shannon,” he sighs. 

“Hello Buck,” she says. 

She’s still got that little smile on her face, so. He supposes she’s not too angry. Still.

“Are you here to haunt me?” He asks. Her nose scrunches, and she twitches with a silent little laugh. She pushes up onto her forearm and tilts her head from side to side. “A little bit?” He guesses.

“We’ll see,” she says. Then she brings a hand up to rub at her neck, a wince. Buck feels it in his own tendon, the twinge. A sharp, pulsing ache. The catch of it. Of something really wrong. 

“It hurts,” He says, gazing up at her now. She turns towards the window opposite the bed. The moon kisses her at an angle. 

“Yep,” she sighs. Turns back to him. She shifts her head slowly. It passes. “Can we sit in the garden?” She asks. Buck is surprised to be asked, not told.

He sits up slowly, carefully. Eddie doesn’t stir, but Buck pauses still, once he’s risen. Checks the tender shape of him. 

“Oh don’t worry about Eddie,” Shannon teases, tilting to nudge their shoulders together, her voice still a whisper. “He sleeps like the dead these days.” 

Buck turns back to her. She raises her eyebrows. He relents, a breathy laugh. “Don’t you want to stop in on Christopher first?” He asks.

Shannon shakes her head gently. Her soft brown hair shakes with it. She’s a total shampoo commercial. “Let’s go to the garden first,” she says. Buck’s in no position to deny her. And wouldn’t. Couldn’t, deny her. So they do. 

“Are you frightened still?” Shannon asks, when they’re settled on the swing bench. Shannon has her knees tucked up under her chin, and Buck has one heel planted on the ground, nudging just slightly, his other foot tucked under his thigh. Buck gets a feeling, a flash, of them sitting just like this, this position, a thousand times. But then it goes away.

“I wasn’t frightened,” Buck defends. They aren’t whispering, anymore, but still hushed. 

“Of course you were,” Shannon teases. “Just a little bit.” She leans her head back until it rests on the ageing wood. Rolls it back and forth lightly and then all the way to face him again, and smirk. 

“A little bit,” Buck concedes. 

“Well, that’s right,” she says. “I’d be worried if you weren’t.”

They smile at each other. The night is quiet, and still. Just this soft breeze. And the light from the kitchen window illuminating the lawn. 

Shannon turns to the little circle of paving at the other end of the garden. “Oh god,” She groans. “I can’t believe you’ve still got those awful patio chairs.” 

Buck snorts. “Well, no one ever sits on them anyway.” 

Shannon bats his shoulder- which, of course, doesn’t feel like anything. “That’s because they’re so terrible! Barely held together. I’m surprised no one’s hurt themself. God, they’re so uncomfortable and so ugly. Take them to the dump!”

“I think I just don’t even see them anymore, they’re such a fixture,” Buck says. 

“I bet you don’t,” Shannon shakes her head. “I bet you never clean them, either.” 

“Nope,” Buck concedes. She shakes her head again, and hits his arm again. She keeps looking around. She looks at every corner. 

“Have you been gardening? Or is that Eddie?” She asks, pointing at the lacklustre vegetable patch. It’s spirited in its variety but unfortunately not thriving. Yet. 

“That’s me and Chris. We over-planted, I think. We’re gonna get back to work on it when vacation starts.” 

Shannon nods. It catches, again, sharp, and she pauses to massage her shoulder. Rolls her head slowly, ear to shoulder on one side and then the next. 

“Does anywhere else hurt?” Buck asks. 

“No,” she says. “I can’t feel anywhere else.” She brings her feet down to the ground and gives them a little push. “Small mercies.” 

Buck matches her rhythm, pushing lightly. Feels the wind whip so slightly by them, just brushing its fingers through his hair. Shannon stops them, a little abruptly. 

“Does he still like dinosaurs?” She asks, whispers it. Buck follows her line of sight to Christopher’s dark bedroom window, the drawn blinds. No glow of a night light. 

“Not really,” Buck says, whispers too.

Shannon nods. She pulls her knees back to her chest and hugs them, rests her cheek against her arm. Buck is struck by how young she looks. He forgets, sometimes. How she was barely twenty six. Had barely even started. 

“That makes sense,” Shannon says. “It’s. A lot of little boys like dinosaurs, don’t they?” 

Buck nods. “We even donated his figurine collection. It was a huge box. Me and Eddie were so emotional but Chris didn’t give a shit,” Buck laughs. Shannon laughs too. 

“What does he like then?” She asks. She’s very still. 

Buck hums. “Video games. His friends. They all play together online. He likes English and Art, at school. And Science. And he’s started getting into movies in a big way. He likes updating his Letterboxed.” 

“What is that?” Shannon asks. “His Letterboxed?”

“Oh, sorry, it’s. A website. It’s like goodreads for movies.”

“Ah,” Shannon nods. “That’s a good idea.” 

“Yeah.” 

Buck shivers a little bit. “You wanna go in yet?” 

“Not yet,” Shannon says. She pats Bucks leg twice and gets to her feet. “Let’s go to the front yard.” 

“Do you hate me, a bit?” Buck asks. When they stop, at the end of the path, at the mailbox. “Or. Resent me? Or-“

“No,” Shannon says. She tilts towards him, arms crossed. Like telling a secret. “The other thing,” she says. 

“Oh,” Buck says. He grins. “Not a vengeful haunting, then?” 

“Not this time. I considered it but. Lot of work, isn’t it?” 

“I see. Well, very generous of you.” 

“No,” Shannon laughs. “I mean it. Even if I’d lived. You’re meant to be part of it.” She gestures at the house. 

It’s too lovely to dwell on. The world without accident. Where the four of them share family dinner. Maybe some faceless future partner of Sharon’s, too. Vacations. Christmas. Meetings with Chris’ teachers. Maybe step-siblings. Extra grandparents and cousins. All front row if Chris tries out for the school play like he’s been considering. His mother, front row. 

“I barely got to know you. When you were alive. Like, only a handful of times.” 

Shannon shrugs. “I liked you.”

“I liked you too.” Buck says. “I feel like I know you a lot better than that. Through them.”

“Of course. But that’s different.” 

“Yeah.” 

The moon hanging. The gutter where it’s bent a bit. The potted plants by the door. The chips in the pots. 

“We would have been friends,” Shannon says, with simple certainty. 

“Is it... Can you see that? All the other versions?” Buck asks. Shannon looks away, down the street.

“Not quite but. Something like that,” she says.

“Do they miss me?” She asks it like she’s trying to ask it plain but. It shakes, the smallest bit. 

“They miss you a lot.” 

“Were they. Did they get angry about me too, though?” She turns back to face him. 

Buck doesn’t hesitate long. “Yeah. They both felt angry. Short-changed, I think and. Angry at you. But Chris’ letter. That was really helpful for him.”

“Oh.” Shannon frowns. “His letter?” 

“The one you wrote before, um, you left. Eddie never gave it to Chris, while you were alive. Because he figured you’d come back. But. After you died. It was really helpful for him. For Chris.” 

“Oh,” Shannon says again. “That’s good.”

She wraps an arm over her chest, clutches her own shoulder. “I didn’t write one for Eddie,” she says.

“No,” Buck agrees. “He was. He really struggled. For a long time but. Therapy has helped a lot. He goes to a grief group.” 

Shannon nods. 

“And you must make him deliriously happy,” she says. 

“Well. Yeah,” Buck agrees. “Yeah. We take care of each other.”

Shannon nods again. 

“They know I loved them.” This isn’t a question. 

“Yeah. They know that.” 

“Is it. Do you guys ever talk about me? Or is it. Is it too…”

“We talk about you all the time. They love you. We. I love you. You’re always here.” He gestures at the house. He looks at Shannon again. Hugging herself.

“Are you?” He asks. “Are you always…” he gestures again. At the house.

She tilts her head from side to side. “Kind of. I mean. Yes, but also I’m…It’s. I couldn’t explain it to you.” 

“Right. Makes sense.” 

They share a smile. 

“What about Mac and Cheese?” She asks. 

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Still his favourite.”

“For his birthday?”

“Yep. All the corner bits.” 

Shannon grins. She takes a deep breath. 

“Okay. Let’s go see him now.” 

Buck opens the door carefully. The back of Chris’ precious head illuminated by the square of light let in from the hall. His hoodie thrown over his desk chair. A Dorito packet that didn’t quite make it to the bin. His slapdash pinboard. His tablet charging on the floor next to the bed. 

Shannon stays behind him for a moment. He feels her clutching the back of his sleep shirt, although he knows it isn’t something he can feel. Her breathing shallows, although he knows she isn't breathing. 

“My baby,” she says. Very simply. Simply true. He’s a quiet sleeper, Chris. He doesn’t snore. He doesn’t fidget. He sleeps like a log. Like his Dad, these days. All energy and action, until he’s out. When he’s out, he’s out. But he’s a bright riser, despite the depth of his sleep. When he wakes, he’s pretty quickly at it again. Alert and on. Like his Dad. 

“Go on,” Buck says. 

“I can’t wake him,” Shannon says. 

“Alright. But-“ he nudges her shoulder with his own. She nudges back. She steps closer. One small step and then all the way to the bed; drawn, inevitable and usntoppable and urgent. But gentle. She sits gently. 

She hesitates with her hand above his head, for a moment, before it lands-Buck knows, without really landing. Not in a way that Chris can feel, that might rouse him.

“My baby,” she says, again. Whispering, again. “Oh, I’m so proud of you.” She strokes his hair. “I love you so much, my baby. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so proud of you. Oh I love you, my baby, I love you.” 

She runs her hand from his head to his arm, she leans down. She covers his body with her own. Then she holds him. Her beautiful brown hair gets mixed up in his dusty mop. Her hair covers his face. She totally covers him. She holds him. 

Buck steps back from the doorway. He leaves the door ajar. He pads lightly. He goes back to bed.

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[volklana]

Honey Whiskey

Title comes from this song: 

Request:  An idea just wont leave my mind and I would love for you to write if its no trouble. What if during tfaws during Madripoor Bucky sleeps with Sharon and y/n is absolutely devastated, Zemo offers her the chance to get back at Bucky and jealous/protective Bucky ensues and reminds her who she really belongs to?

I kind of took it in a bit of a different direction but I still hope you enjoy xx

Warnings: Zemo x Reader//Bucky x Reader// Smut (With Both)//Angst

A/N:  любимая (pronounced lyubimaya) means darling.

         Not proof read but all mistakes will be corrected in time.

It was stupid to be crying in the bathroom.

There were so many bigger things at hand but here you were, holding yourself steady on the bathroom sink, tears streaming down your cheeks and forcing yourself to take deep breaths.

The worst part is you had seen it coming from the moment they locked eyes in Madripoor, their chemistry was undeniable. The stolen looks, the lingering touches and the sly smirks she threw your way when she realized you were wary.

But seeing her, sneaking out of his room, in nothing but his shirt certainly solidified it.

“Ooops,” she giggled, brushing past you with a shove, and you made it precisely to the close of your door before the tears fell.

You did your best to push your feelings aside, finding Nagle was way more important than whatever was going on with Bucky, Sharon and by extension you. 

Pulling up to Zemo’s apartment, Bucky suddenly fell back, and announced he was going to take a walk. You followed after him intending to ask if he was ok, until you caught up to him and he was on the phone. 

“I’ve been thinking about you too,” he laughed and you hung back a second, heart pumping a thousand miles an hour in your chest and slinked into an alley before he could see you, and it felt like you scrambled up the streets of Riga until you made it inside the door of Zemo’s apartment. 

And here you were, propped up on the washbasin trying to prevent the tears falling.

You washed your hands and as you were drying them the bathroom door swung upon and now you were face to face with a pair of brown eyes that for the first time since you’d met him seemed genuinely kind, Zemo. 

“What is this?” he said softly “Why do you cry?”

You scrunched your face, trying to answer but simply shook your head as the tears stung your eyes. 

He moved to cup your face and you found yourself quite unable to move away, trapped between his warm body and the basin behind you. He used his thumb to gently sweep away the tears that stained your cheeks and you felt so ashamed looking up through wet lashes to examine the eyes baring down into yours.

The overhead lights made his brown eyes seem like honey whiskey that you could easily drown in. And you kind of wanted to...

“No man on earth is worth these,” he said almost in a whisper, stopping to examine the perfect droplet on his finger.

His gentleness scared you, but then again he must have been kind once, he had been married, she had trusted him enough to carry his children, there had to be tenderness there, beneath it all.

“He loves you,” he said simply and you shook your head, “James who you cry these tears for, he loves you. He is not ready to love you the way you deserve but he does love you.”

You wanted to know how he knew these things but you didn’t trust your own voice, you wanted to argue that you couldn’t compare even an inch to Sharon and suddenly he was stroking your cheek again.

“She doesn’t want him,” he stated simply “It’s a cruel game she’s playing. The Captain chose you over her, chose to keep you by his side. So she is taking your James just to prove she can.”

“She wants to hurt me,” you whispered and his eyes moved to look directly into yours, and he nodded slowly, intently. 

“The way you hurt her.” 

 You wanted to argue that you hadn’t been the one to hurt her, but something else seemed more important in the moment.

“Hurt people, hurt people,” you stated looking up into his eyes and he hmmed.

“You were hurt,” you noted, brushing  your hand along his arm, “Behind it all you were hurt.”

He nodded. 

“You need to be careful with Sharon. I had everything I ever wanted, and I lost it all and so did she.” It was a warning. “She is dangerous.” 

“What about you?” you questioned gently, “Do I need to be careful with you?”

“I am dangerous, yes..but I will never hurt you.” 

His eyes flicked down to your lips and for a split second you wondered what it would feel like to kiss him, to fully immerse yourself in honey whisky and amber and bergamot

You startled at the sound of your name being called and you looked into his eyes sadly.

“Go, любимая,” he said sadly “They will be suspicious, I’ll stay just long enough to not arouse suspicions.” 

Bucky and Sam were going to do recon, Zemo had gone to shower and you agreed to stay behind with him.

Before they left, Bucky doubled back.

“Are you sure you’re okay doll?” he enquired tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear “You know you can talk to me about anything don’t you?” 

“I know Buck,” you sighed, unable to meet eyes, “I’ll talk to you when you get back, go on don’t keep Sam waiting.” you pushed and he seemed to accept he wasn’t going to get anything else from you.

Zemo emerged from his chambers in a navy bathrobe and your eyes immediately were drawn to a gold chain nestled in the hair on his chest.

You wanted to slide the robe open and watch it drop to the floor, you wanted to finish what you had started in the bathroom but the air was thick with things unsaid. 

“Whisky?” he asked gently and you nodded. He had left the door to his room open and while he poured you looked at the four poster bed draped in red and gold.

What caught your eye was a cloth bound, faded book on his nightstand and you wanted to see what it was.

“Go ahead,” he nodded, following your line of sight and when you picked it up you gasped.

“Is this a first edition?” you were almost too afraid to turn the pages and he scoffed in reply “Of course!”

You were holding in your hand a first edition of Dostoevesky’s The Idiot.

“The world will be saved by beauty,” you mused, holding the book out to him, and he quirked his head in amusement.

“You have read Dostoevsky?” 

“Of course,” you seemed offended.

 “Do you think it’s true? That beauty can save the world.”

“I believe so,” he said no hint of teasing, as he came to join you in his room, “You are very beautiful and you do your best to protect the world. And there are still so many beautiful things in this world. Sit,” he instructed and you sat gently on his bed as you accepted the glass of whisky he handed you. 

You looked at him for a long time and shook your head “Helmut, you could have had a good life. Look at this place,” you gestured around “You could have done some good.”

“I have no regrets, любимая. I did what I felt I needed to do to make sure nothing like Sokovia ever happens again. Now I live with the consequences.” 

You brought your knee up to rest your chin on, he couldn’t quite make out your facial expression.

“You are sad for me?” he almost gasped coming to kneel before you, realisation hitting him like a brick in the face

“Yes,” you replied sadly, “And I am sad for me, because now that I see you, I don’t think I can ever look away again.”

He surged forward to meet your lips pushing you down into the mattress behind. You gasped, grasping the material of his robe and as he climbed on top of you, gold chain dangling in front of your eyes.

You slipped your hands along his chiseled chest and pushed his robe down his arms until the belt gave way and it slinked off his body and tumbled to the ground.

“My god,” you mused as you drank in his body, chiseled and lean and powerful, and he had you in the palm of his hands.

He pulled the flimsy material of your top apart and slid his hands up under the band of your bra, fondling your breasts until your back arched off the bed, without warning that was ripped away too and he made quick work of your jeans and underwear kissing his way up your inner thigh and all the way up to your breasts which he absolutely devoured, you were sure you would be marked tomorrow with the way he nipped the supple skin.

That gave you a sick satisfaction knowing you might carry his mark with you for days and nobody would know but him. “So fucking beautiful.” he mused. 

He pushed your legs apart with his knee, “Tell me to stop, he panted in your ear “Tell me to stop before I can’t.”

“No, no,” you ordered, yanking on the gold chain to pull him closer “Don’t dare stop!” 

His thrusts were slow and languid, and he pulled one of your legs over his shoulder, relishing in the feel of you, he chuckled as your eyes rolled back in your head. Face flushed red from the action. 

Your eyes widened as his hand closed around your throat and he began to pick up speed, slowly. 

“Your life is in my hands, and you would trust me with it?" 

"Yes, I trust you," you panted honestly and he took his hands away completely, looking at you with an expression nothing short of adoration, before diving down to meet your lips again. You clasped his gold necklace in your hand for something to grasp as he pounded into you as you came undone, and ever the gentleman, once you had taken your turn he came after you. 

You were close to sleep when he nuzzled into your hair "This is my only regret. That I will never get to do this again… not with you." 

You didn't know how to respond so you simply placed a kiss to his chest. 

You knew he was right, there was no way you would get to do this again, as soon as Sam found Karli, Zemo would be headed straight back to jail.

 He was twirling a piece of your hair around his finger, content just holding you close, before you broke the silence.

“Would you like another glass of whisky?” he hmmd against your hair and you clambered out of the bed, picking his discarded robe off the ground and tossing it on, you reached for his glass on the nightstand and placed a kiss to his lips.

You had been right, his eyes were honey whisky and you had gladly drowned in them.

You filled up two glasses from the decanter on the island, and you heard his door close.

“You are so impatient Baron,” you giggled, turning around to come face to face not with honey whisky eyes, but cold, startled blue ones, Bucky.

"What the fuck is this?" he was seething, chest visibly rising and falling rapidly. 

You were like a deer caught in headlights, too stunned to move a muscle.

“This is what’s been wrong with you? You’re hung up on that piece of shit? God!” he actually fumed “I left Sam on his own to come home and check on you because I was worried about you and all this time you were fucking him?” 

“James,” Zemo’s voice startled Bucky from behind, “It wasn’t like that.” 

Bucky moved so quickly it was like a blur and suddenly his metal arm was around Zemo’s throat and he pushed him back against the doorframe, “You fucking touched her, I told you I would kill you if you touched her! I told you she was mine!” 

“Bucky,” you rushed trying to force yourself between them “Bucky, stop! Please!” You managed to get a hand on his chest and he allowed you to push him backwards, slowly releasing his hold on Zemo’s throat. Keeping your eye on him as he gulped in air, you kept your hand on Bucky’s chest, and he laughed suddenly.

“She actually cares, oh this is priceless. Tell me doll, how does it feel to be nothing but a conquest? To be a pawn in a game you didn’t even know you were playing?” 

You looked at Zemo but he was refusing to meet your eye.

Was it true, he’d done all this for some sick joke? Or to get one up on Bucky?

You felt like you were going to be sick.

“Is it true? It was just a game to you?” you asked, voice so small you were ashamed and he lifted his eyes so quickly to meet your eyes, he began to shake his head but the way you were looking at him, so small, he couldn’t lie.

“Initially, yes. But I cannot deny that you got under my skin and I grew to care for you. Nobody could fake this past night we spent together.”

You hugged the fabric of his robe tighter around your body suddenly feeling way more exposed than you would have liked.

Your eyes were burning with red hot tears and you willed them not to fall.

Bucky huffed out a laugh again and you met his hard eyes, finding no compassion there, “I’ve always been a joke to you Buck haven’t I?” 

You weren’t sure why in this moment it was Bucky you were mad at.

“You give me just enough to keep me holding on, and then fuck the next woman that comes your way, but it’s okay because you know I’ll be there to pick right up where you left me.” 

“What on earth are you talking about?” he demanded, taking an angry step towards you.

“Sharon,” you offered meekly, taking a step back from him as shock crossed his face, “Yes James, I knew. I knew the moment it happened, that has been what’s wrong with me these past few days. I've been hung up on you. You James, not him.” 

He couldn’t answer you, eyes scanning the room for some inspiration on how to respond.

“I’m done being a joke to men like you,” you directed at them both and Zemo took a step towards you only for Bucky to turn on him in warning not to come closer. 

“I don’t want to be here anymore,” you wiped swiftly at the tear that rolled down your cheek,” you sighed before laughing at your own stupidity, “Fellas, it was fun while it lasted.” 

You sidestepped Bucky who reached for you as you made to move by and you didn’t spare Zemo a second look.

Neither of them tried to stop you leaving when you pulled your suitcase out the door and got into the taxi waiting outside. 

You cried so much in the first few days you were home, you honestly had no tears left to cry. 

You really missed Nat, she had always been the one you went to with boy trouble, she always knew how to kick your ass into action. 

You’d seen the news the night before which meant Sam and Bucky would be home soon and you were not ready to face either of them, in fact you were actively dodging Sam’s calls which really wasn’t fair.

You heard his shuffled footsteps behind you, he wanted you to hear him, otherwise he was well capable of sneaking up on you.

“Why are you here?” your voice came out shakier than you wanted but you didn’t turn around.

“I needed to see you,” he pleaded.

“Buck,” you sighed, fumbling with your key in the lock before finally getting your apartment door open and stepping inside, Bucky followed suit closing the door behind him “I’m not doing this again. Whatever this toxic thing is, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Will you look at me?” he begged and you shook your head quickly.

“I can’t,” you cried. If you looked at him all your resolve would melt. 

“Y/n, look at me please”

“Doll,” he begged, turning you to face him but you refused to meet his eye, arms folded across your chest to protect yourself, “Hey,” he pleaded, hooking his index finger under your chin and rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb.  

“Will you please look at me,” he whispered and finally you allowed yourself to meet his eyes.

“I handled this all wrong,” he whispered again, continuing to brush his thumb gently over your lip “So wrong doll. And I am so sorry.” You wanted to lean slightly into his touch but you also wanted to protect yourself. 

 “I was scared,” he began but you rolled your eyes, he gave you a pleading look and continued “I know you don’t want to believe it but I wasn’t ready doll, I wasn’t ready to open myself up to being hurt. That’s the truth. It was a cop out, but I was scared.”

“Scared that I would hurt you?” you laughed incredulously, and he removed his hands from your face and looked genuinely upset.

“Yes,” he answered honestly, “Raynor she said I shouldn’t do this unless I was fully willing to be open and vulnerable with you. And I was afraid If I opened myself up to you-showed you all the ugly parts, it wouldn’t be enough. I was scared that I would not be enough for you. Those other girls didn't matter. Sharon didn’t matter. I’ve always been yours, Always. I’ve been yours from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

He truly looked upset, tears in his eyes and biting his cheek.

You  honestly felt shell shocked and just about spluttered out “All this time I thought I wasn’t good enough for you! And you, you let me think that back in Riga. God!” you huffed “This is such a fucking mess!” 

“I was out of line, I said things I didn’t mean because I was hurt.”

You hugged your arms around yourself “I was hurt too.” you cried and Bucky was before you in seconds.

“Tell me what to do, because I’m yours doll. I’m yours!” he was begging.

“Show me,” you panted pulling him to you “Show me you're mine” 

He surged forward and pulled you to him in an instant and threw you over his shoulder and you squealed as he plopped you down on the bed.

He made quick work of both your clothes and catching your hands in his metal arm he trapped your arms above your head. He kissed his way down your neck, stopping to inspect a little mark just above your left breast, you watched his expression turn almost animalistic as he realised just who had given you that mark, he bit down and sucked hard on your neck, spurred on by the sounds he was eliciting from you.

“Nobody but me ever gets to mark you like this again,” he growled before he picked up a ferocious pace. You managed to wrangle free and he allowed you to flip him over so his back was pushed into the mattress, and you climbed on top.

You ran your hands from his muscled torso all the way up his chest and stopped to wrap your hands around his neck, “Who do you belong to?” you whispered, stilling all action. He groaned and shifted his hips in an attempt to get you to move. 

You squeezed slightly tighter and god damn he made the hottest noise you had ever heard, begging from somewhere in the back of his throat.

“Who do you belong to Buck?”

“Fuck! You...doll. Belong to you,” he moaned “Please, please,” and with that you began to move your hips in ways that had the supersoldier crying out your name, hand fisted in your hair to expose the soft skin of your neck to him, he suddenly rose up and bit down again before he suddenly reached his release.

“Fuck!” he cried out again, collapsing back onto the bed pulling you down with him. 

You were making some lunch when he emerged from the shower, towel wrapped around his waist and he began rummaging through his rucksack. He pulled out a square parcel wrapped in brown wrapping  paper, and seemed to be hesitating giving it to you before finally conceding to whatever mental battle he was going through.

“As much as this literally, and I mean literally kills me to admit, I truly don’t believe you were just a conquest to Zemo. I promised him I would give this to you and to prove my devotion to you, I am keeping my promise.” 

You gingerly unwrapped the parcel, and felt your eyes water as you realised what it was. The first edition of Dostoevsky’s The Idiot that you had picked up from his nightstand. There was a little note scrawled in beautiful cursive writing on a piece of parchment inside “любимая, my feelings were real, and the night was beautiful. And I do believe your beauty can save the world. HZ.”

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[gothicmama]

"The Hunt" Bagginshield ABO (Rough Draft)

I posted a little snippet of this, the end of it, awhile back, and since then I've been fiddling with it constantly and I'm on the verge of rewriting all two thousand something words and start over. So, I'm posting it here first, hoping for some advice/criticism/reassurance on what I should do with it. Please, help (;

Bilbo had adjusted to the cultural shock of living with Dwarves relatively quickly. The months he’d spent on the quest with the company had helped him when it came to being the only Hobbit in a mountain of them. Everything was completely different from what he was used to, from the food to the clothing, to the weather itself. Some of that had been expected and easily managed. He ate meals with everyone else plus the extra four he was used to, with whoever happened to be free at the moment keeping him company, so he didn’t eat alone. He’d even added some Hobbitish dishes to menus all over the mountain. The same was said for clothing, his closet was full of Hobbit style clothing that were decorated with the floral designs Hobbits preferred, alongside or combined with the traditional geometric patterns Dwarves favored. Dori and Nori had taken on the challenge of making his whole wardrobe and they’d outdone themselves. Several of the tailors and shops in the marketplace now offered similar items themselves. And the weather had simply been solved by finally giving in and admitting that his bare feet needed something during the winter months, especially if he wanted to go outside. As such he now had a drawerful of thick socks, also made by both Dori and Nori, that were just as decorated as the rest of his clothing.

But the one thing he was still struggling to adjust to was how different they were when it came to their secondary genders. For Hobbits, there were expectations and responsibilities for each. Alphas were expected to be the head of the family and do the more dangerous things, like being Bounders. Omegas were expected to be pregnant as often as possible, as long as it was safe to be so, and Betas were expected to fill in any gaps and be whatever was needed in whatever relationship they were in.

Despite that Hobbits were all mostly similar in certain ways regardless of whether they were Alpha, Beta, or Omega. They were, as a people, generally gentle and kind-hearted folk. Suspicious of the outside world, with good reason, and with few exceptions, they were all content to live in their smials, throw parties for any an all reasons, and drink and eat to their hearts’, and stomachs’, content. They spent their heats and ruts either at home alone or with their mates, and it was highly expected to choose a mate and marry them as young as possible. For the majority of Hobbits, regardless of their gender, they only ever touched or were touched by one person and that was the person they chose to be their mate.

Dwarves on the other hand were completely different. They drew clear lines between Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, while simultaneously treating them all equally. Unlike Hobbits, Omegas weren’t expected to have children. He knew and had met several Omegas who had dedicated their lives to their crafts instead of relationships or were in a relationship and simply didn’t want children. Also, Omegas weren’t looked at differently or whispered about for doing dangerous work. Neither were Alphas sneered at for doing what would be considered delicate work, such as embroidering or knitting. No, for Dwarves, they wore their genders proudly in their braids, but it made no difference to how they were treated by others.

And for Bilbo, a Hobbit who had for many years been the local oddity due to being an unmated Omega who was head of his family and the family business, it was both a pleasant and a jarring change.

He’d thought he’d grown used to the way things were, he’d even started letting Fili and Kili put an Omega braid in his hair. Something that still seemed to unsettle Thorin, so much so that for the first few times he had quickly excused himself before running from the room. Bilbo had yet to get an explanation for that, so he’d simply chalked it up to some Dwarf thing he didn’t know about. And then, he’d found out about the Hunt.

“I’m sorry, could you explain it to me again please?” Bilbo was sure he’d heard Balin wrong. There was no way Dwarves actually did that.

Balin chuckled and looked up from the scroll he was writing on. “Any unmated Alphas, Betas, and Omegas may participate in the Hunt. It’s two weeks of eating, sleeping, and preparing. It is called the Hunt because at the end of the two weeks, some are hunted, while the others are the hunters.”

Bilbo swallowed heavily before he hesitantly asked, “Hunted for what?”

Balin set down the scroll completely and looked at the Hobbit over his glasses. His eyes stared into Bilbo’s as he answered, “For mating.”

“Mating?” Bilbo squeaked out. His face was already burning but his curiosity was stronger than his embarrassment. He knew what mating was, understood it on a purely physical, educational level, but he’d never experienced it. And even if he had, Hobbits didn’t do anything like what Balin was describing.

“Yes. On the final night, the hunted run, and the hunters chase, and almost everyone finds a mate, if not more than one,” Balin explained. “It is a night for us to give in to our primal urges, to experience a heat or rut in a different way.”

“Isn’t that, well, dangerous?” Bilbo asked. The thought of alphas and omegas running loose, lost in their heats and ruts, sounded terrifying to him.

“It can be, yes,” Balin agreed. “But even in our most primal, animalistic states, we are not cruel or vicious. Fighting is to be expected, but most know when they’re beaten and will yield. Likewise, most know when they’ve won, and they’ll let the loser go. It’s not unheard of for people to die, for fights to get out of control or for someone to take it too far, but it is uncommon.”

“I see. But, what if you,” Bilbo paused to think over his words. “What if someone is interested in another, but they aren’t interested in return?”

“It’s even rarer for forced mating to happen, but it has happened in the past,” Balin regretfully admitted. “It’s a risk one takes to be a part of the hunt. But most are more interested in finding willing partners than wasting time and energy forcing themselves on another.”

Unsure of how to respond to his reassurance, Bilbo simply nodded. Balin smiled kindly at him and explained, “There are risks, yes, but that is why it is optional. It is for those who are without mates, who wish to have a little fun. Everyone gets to show off in the days leading up to the hunt, by decorating themselves with paint and jewels or showing off their prowess in fights. And on the final night, they run wild and free in ways that they don’t usually get to experience. Though, some do go into it with other motivations.”

Bilbo leaned back in his chair, his head swimming. This took culture shock to an entirely new level. He cleared his throat several times and fiddled with the buttons on his waistcoat, before he stammered, “Other motivations?”

“Oh yes.” Ignoring the worrying expression on Bilbo’s face, Balin got comfortable and leaned back in his chair. “Some who enter are looking for a mate, and they will have their token with them. It’s an unspoken rule that tokens are not to be touched, stolen, or damaged in any way. Even in our most primal of states, that’s instinctual. If someone finds another that they like they may present the token to them. In the heat of the moment, it’s easy to get lost in the intense feelings and lose track of people, especially if you have multiple partners during the night.”

Bilbo’s head spun again just from that sentence. Multiple partners? He wasn’t touching that right then, probably never would because it didn’t concern him. He shook his head slightly and tuned back into Balin’s explanation. “The tokens make it easier for people to find their chosen afterwards. Assuming of course their chosen accepts. Rejecting a token is allowed, and encouraged if the feelings aren’t mutual.”

“I see,” Bilbo replied faintly. He clasped his hands on the desk in front of him to stop them from fidgeting. “You said motivations, plural. What else is there?”

“Children.” Balin chuckled when Bilbo gasped in shock, his eyes bulging. “There are some who wish to have children, without having to go through the trouble of finding a suitable donor or partner. They simply wish to mate with as many people as possible to give them the best chance of being impregnated. Or they only wish to mate with someone they find acceptable, such as the strongest hunter of the group, to ensure their child is also strong.”

“That makes sense.” That was all Bilbo could say through his disbelief. That was entirely unheard of among Hobbits. If someone had children, it was because they were mated and married and had usually planned them. No one just had children on their own, with the rare exception of an Omega who’d been widowed during pregnancy. But even then, they would often take another mate to help with raising the child, they didn’t do it all on their own. Bilbo cleared his throat and offered an apologetic smile. “Forgive me for my surprise, please. This is very different from how we Hobbits do it.”

“Oh, no worries, laddie, I thought as much.” Balin waved away his apology with his hand. “I don’t think anyone else but us Dwarves do it, not the men nor the elves. It’s why we don’t talk about it much.”

“Ah, yes, one of your many secrets.” They both chuckled at Bilbo’s teasing, then he turned serious again. Now that his mind was working through this new information, the surprise and embarrassment were completely replaced by his curiosity. Questions were popping into his head fast, but one stuck out amongst the lot. “How do you ensure children occur? After all, if the Hunt is a once a year, scheduled event, most of the participants won’t be in heat or rut when it occurs.”

Balin winked at Bilbo and gave him a smirk. “We’re back to the secrets again, laddie. We’re not as good as Hobbits when it comes to gardens and vegetables, but our healers know their herbs. Part of the Hunt is taking the right ones. Everyone eats or drinks, whichever they prefer, an herb that sends them into heat or rut. For Betas, they’re given something different that simulates whichever they choose.”

Balin entwined his fingers over his beard as he continued, “Everyone who enters is given just enough herbs based on their size and how fast they burn through medicines. No one is given too much, and what they are given is given in small amounts over the course of the two weeks, so it builds in their systems, and they have time to adjust. This also gives them a chance to change their mind or for them to see a healer if something does go wrong.”

“That’s why the preparation is so long,” Bilbo assumed. It made perfect sense to him, and it sounded as though the Dwarves had it planned out perfectly. The thought of the Hunt, while still jarring to him as a Hobbit, sounded less like a uncontrollable thing where people went crazy and did awful things to each other, and more like a large, planned party where everyone was there to go wild and have fun together. As a Hobbit who loved parties, he appreciated the logistics that went into this. And as an Omega who’d never so much as been kissed, the thought of having this chance to see what he’d been missing without fear of hurt feelings, or an arranged marriage, was beginning to sound appealing.

Bilbo shoved that thought away. He absolutely wasn’t going to do it, no matter what fantasies went on in his own head. He cleared his throat and continued with his questions. His purely academic questions. “For those who don’t want children?”

“Preventative herbs are available before and after the hunt, and we’ve worked out many options that are safe to take with the stimulant herbs,” Balin replied matter-of-factly.

Bilbo nodded slowly, taking a moment of silence to process all the information he’d just been given. When he felt like he had a good handle on everything, he smiled at Balin. “It certainly sounds like you all know what you’re doing. When will the Hunt take place, then?”

Balin tapped his chin thoughtfully before answering him. “We’ve been preparing for it for weeks now, but now that Thorin is completely healed and it’s safe for him to participate, we can finish the last few things up. It should only take another two weeks before we can get started.”

The Hobbit froze and for the second time in just five minutes he was sure he’d heard incorrectly. “Thorin? He’s going to?”

“Oh, yes, laddie, as an unmated king, it’s one of his responsibilities.” Balin barely held back a laugh at Bilbo’s surprised expression. “It is in the hopes that he might meet someone, but also to prove his raw prowess and strength against other Alphas. That’s why it’s only for unmated kings unless they wish to do the Hunt together as a couple. Most don’t though, there’s always the chance that things can go wrong in such a situation.”

“I understand that, yes.” Bilbo swallowed. He hid his hands under the desk and nervously wrung them together. “So, he will for sure be a hunter, as you called it?”

“Oh yes. We use the terms hunter and hunted, because those terms are not used solely for Alphas and Omegas respectively, but yes, Thorin, as an Alpha, will be a hunter.” Balin’s eyes twinkled over his glasses as he suddenly asked, “Will you be joining the Hunt, too, Bilbo?”

“Yes.” The answer popped out before Bilbo could even think about it.

[alexanderlightweight]

Happy writing wednesday! Saeth asked us to prompt a/b/o (i hope i didn't misunderstand your response to writing a/b/o if i did lmk), so alpha/alpha malec where Alec is NOT used to being taken care of and protected but is highkey into it (i think i just prompted "canon but with extra steps")

And med check to anyone reading this! We can all lose track of time scrolling on tumblr, so make sure to take your meds if it's time

haha no you didn't misunderstand! i got a very nice question asking about it and then @saeths chimed in because they like meddling. as in LOVE it when it comes to do with me.

ty for the med check for us and everyone who sees it!

hope you enjoy!

<3 lumine

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Magnus stares at Alexander, unable to break the silence as he watches the other alpha carefully clean the blood from Magnus’ couch.

Alexander went to his knees so easily in Magnus’ lair, kneeling down prettily in another alpha’s territory and he doesn’t even seem to notice Magnus’ interest.

“I have magic for that.” Magnus tells him, a gentle reminder as he steps closer, nostrils flaring because he can’t help how intense his want is in that moment.

Alexander looks up at him, rag in hand and face in a wry smirk before he seems to realize their positions.  Instead of bristling, he blushes, swallowing but looking up through his lashes at Magnus.

“You used a lot of energy already.” He murmurs, like he’s fighting for a reason to stay on his knees and Magnus will give him a thousand reasons to do so.

Just not here, like this.

“Help me to my room?” Magnus whispers and while he keeps his tone light and his words soothing, he reaches out and cups Alexander’s jaw, tightening his grip until his shadowhunter nods.

Alexander is almost clumsy as he walks with Magnus down the hall — his fingers grasping but delicate as if afraid to actually touch — and Magnus uses magic to open his bedroom door.

There’s a moment where he thinks he’s going to have to coax him, but then Alexander is stepping inside, swaying as he visibly inhales. It’s clear that Magnus’ scent is intoxicating to him and he whimpers when Magnus chuckles and steps closer.

All of his energy is restored, replenished by the cool intimacy and strength of Alexander submitting to him.

“I— I need to get back to the Institute,” Alexander murmurs but he’s distracted and his eyes are on Magnus’ mouth. It means that Magnus can easily step forward and casually rub his wrists together, making Alexander shudder before he cruelly trips him backwards.

His shadowhunter lands in Magnus’ bed, eyes flaring wide and body writhing for a moment as he inhales deeply. It takes just a moment and a snap of his fingers to get them both naked and it’s with curiosity that Magnus teases magic over Alexander’s bare skin.

Alexander is growling with his eyes half-shut, a deep relaxed rumble that comes from his chest and vibrates through his entire body.  It’s adorable and flattering and Magnus is tempted to pin Alexander down and claim him now.

Instead, he rubs his hands over Alexander’s torso and arms and soothes them with magic as he scents his shadowhunter and rubs his magic into Alexander’s muscles. By the time he’s running his hands down Alexander’s thighs, Alexander is making frantic little noises. The kind young alphas do when they’re hunting and still learning and relying on someone stronger and Magnus laughs as he leans down and presses a harsh, sucking kiss to Alexander’s jugular.

—

Magnus growls, just a soft noise and normally Alec would consider such a thing a challenge.  Instead he can’t help the way he relaxes back into the pillows holding him up, or the way that he inhales, trying to drink in more of Magnus’ scent.

“Do you?” Magnus asks him curiously, golden eyes smug and dark and Alec swallows because Magnus is looking at him the way an alpha looks at their mate, not at how they look at competition.

“What?” He asks hoarsely, already having forgotten what he was saying.

“Do you really need to go back to the Institute?” Magnus asks him and Alec holds himself still, pupils wide as he watches Magnus straddle his hips with a smirk. “What if I don’t want you leaving me yet? What if I want you to stay here and let me take care of you?”

Alec can’t help the keen that Magnus’ words pull from his throat, or the fact that he melts further into the sheets when Magnus chuckles and leans down to set his teeth back to Alec’s throat.

Alec isn’t supposed to want things, like this. He’s not supposed to crave softness and being held and he shouldn’t have ever knelt for Magnus or offered him his strength so freely, but he couldn’t help himself.

It should feel like an abomination to have Magnus’ teeth set to his neck, but Alec sobs and pushes his neck up into the grip of another’s alpha’s teeth, wanting it to be permanent.

Alec’s instincts fight as he wants to savage his own mark onto Magnus’ skin but his soul also screams to be marked in return.  It isn’t until Magnus’ teeth scrape harshly down the tendons of his throat that Alec breaks.

It’s with a snarl that Alec twists forward and clamps his teeth into Magnus’ shoulder and digs them in, slicing them through strong, thick muscles and his mouth waters from the taste of Magnus’ blood.

He pulls back desperately, not knowing that his eyes are wild, his voice hoarse with need and mouth and jaw smeared with blood.

“Please Magnus—” he begs, because what else can he do when he wants the points of Magnus’ teeth digging so deeply into him that the scar will be soul deep.  This goes beyond anything he’s ever thought he wanted and he doesn’t understand why it’s considered so wrong when he wants so deeply and it feels so good.

“Sweetheart,” Magnus croons to him and Alec sways towards him because he already loves it when Magnus uses that tone. Alec wants the promise of tenderness that comes with that tone and Magnus covering Alec in his scent and taking care of him so that Alec’s thoughts stop fighting with his instincts.

—

Magnus chuckles as he pets Alexander’s bloody lips and then licks his own blood off his boy’s face.  Alexander groans and goes lax, mouth open as he wordlessly begs Magnus for more.

“If my teeth mark you, there will never be another.” Magnus warns him, because he’s not going to be understanding about it if Alexander changes his mind or even thinks about sniffing around anyone else, alpha, beta or omega. 

His shadowhunter snarls, outrage deep and rumbling as he shakes his head, growling as he pulls Magnus down and closer.

“I know what I want.” Alexander bites out and by the widening of his eyes, it’s a new realization. However, there is no doubt and it’s as if he’s suddenly aware of their positions and what he’s asking for.

Alexander’s eyes flutter and he bares his neck, smirking up at Magnus as he shows off the line of his neck and the dark deflect rune there.  Magnus isn’t sure whether it’s the taunt, the dare that Alexander is creating or the fact that his neck has been claimed by a mark of Raziel, but his instincts surge.

Alexander keens as Magnus bites deep into his neck and as a bond forcibly connects them, Magnus can feel his relief and the way he embraces Magnus’ energy around and in him. 

“Aren’t you a good boy.” Magnus teases him, because he’s had many alphas under him but few have submitted their immense power with the grace that his boy is. “My vicious, fierce shadowhunter—” Magnus teases and then he bends down his head to set his teeth to Alexander’s throat and make a new mark.  Alexander pulls Magnus even closer and growls, refusing to let Magnus go far.

“My pretty kitten, purring for me.” Magnus croons, because he’s sure Alexander has been compared to a variety of feline predators before.  He has the effortless grace of a large feline and the quiet patience of one on the prowl. Using such a tender term for alphas is something of a social faux pau but Alexander softens for the endearment, gentling under Magnus’ touch even as he blinks in surprise.

Truly, Magnus’ precious kitten is a delightful surprise and Magnus leans down to kiss him, mingling the blood of their bond.

Magnus is going to show him just how rewarding submitting can be.

[animeworldfanfics]

A Loving Kiss

"(Y/n)!!! How much longer?" My dearest, darling boyfriend shouted from down below. 

"Just a little more time." I replied back. 

20 minutes later, I was rushing down the stairs 43 stairs in our house, wearing 2 inch long, pointed heels, and solely focused on getting there ASAP! My boyfriend apparently was more worried for my well being than anything else. So on the 20th step, I, in my glorious dark magenta gown was picked up bridal style and gently carried down to the base of the stairs. 

There, I was set down like a porcelain doll and a soft kiss was pressed to my forehead. 5 seconds later, I was blindfolded, and a soft, gruff, warm, loving, kind voice whispered in my ear, "Birthday surprise. You look stunning, BTW." 

Who knew? THE Shinazugawa Sanemi could be this sweet? 

I was once again picked up bridal style, carried further away from the house and deposited into a seat. I could feel someone slide beside me, and gently take my hand in theirs. THIS was none other than my boyfriend. 

"If I could, I would have you sit in my lap throughout the journey. But that would spoil your gown." He whispered very, very close to my ear. I could feel his breath tickling gently down my neck. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than for him to kiss me on the neck. As if he had seemed to read my thoughts, he very very happily obliged. 

He placed a soft, sloppy kiss to the base of my neck.

Then moved his lips further to the centre, where he placed another gentle peck. Then to my non-existing adam's apple. Which, to my shock, surprise, he licked lightly before pressing a lasting kiss to it. 

Then, he moved to the left of my neck and placed a peck there too. He came back to my vocal cords. But this time, he moved his face up. His nose, touching my skin continuously. He brought his lips to my nose and kissed me there.

My senses, now hyperaware because of the blindfold placed were tingling with complete force. 

Sanemi had kissed me many times before. But this! This was just....different! This was so, so endearing. It made me anticipate so many things at once. 

Moving from my nose, he shifted to my cheeks. Apparently, my chubby cheeks were most interesting to him. He lingered there. For many, many moments, he kept on kissing them. Slowly, very, very slowly, and very, very deliciously, all the surfaces of my face were covered.

Then, his lips came to rest at my ear again. 

"Anything else, madam?" His voice was....breathy. It was so, so comforting. Teasing, and hoping. Like he wanted me to ask for something more. Of course he did. I was his girlfriend after all. 

"I love you." I replied in my breathy voice as well, and snuggled into his warm, broad, hard chest. I could feel his heart beating a thousand miles per hour. And slowly, I raised my neck and brought it to whatever part of him I could find. 

I heard his breath hitch. 

I took my lips further. Upwards and upwards. Until they came to rest at something familiarly soft. I place a soft, lingering kiss on it.

But apparently, my boyfriend had held back long enough. Pressing me to him by the neck, he growled at the back of his throat and firmly pressed a kiss to my lips. 

It was equal. It wasn't dominant or possessive, like a claim of "YOU. ARE. MINE!". It wasn't needy or desperate as if saying, "Please don't leave me". It wasn't an indication for something more. It was soft and firm. And it was a announcement. "I love you to hell and back", "Same", was the underlying announcement. It was nostalgia of the past moments we had spent together. 

When we broke apart, we were both smiling. I can vouch for him cuz I felt his happiness radiate off me. 

Sanemi took my hand in his, and started drawing weird patterns on it. I snuggled my head on his shoulder. 

I was blindfolded. I couldn't see absolutely anything in the world. I was in a taxi in the middle of the night. And I had never felt more at peace. In that moment, I had let down my complete guard, knowing that my boyfriend had his guard up. And as long as that was true, I was unharmable. 

As for the negative, preoccupied thoughts? Sanemi had long gotten rid of them for me. 

It wasn't that I didn't have insecurities. I had MANY, MANY of them. But when I was around him, I knew that he LOVED me through all my flaws and overthinking's. I was SAFE around him, because I was allowed to be vocal around me. And he had made it very, very clear, that this feeling of safety was not in the least 1 sided.

[pastelbatfandoms]

Black looks good on you (One Shot)

A/N: This came to mind once I got a dr memory after seeing him at the met gala. My man looked so hot and he's been wanting me to write about us. The book mentioned at the end is actually one he recommended via a channeling.

Warnings: Smut, gentle Dom.

"Damn you look so good sweetheart." Sebastian said, biting his lips as he looked me over.

I grinned back, "So do you..." I wasn't lying, Sebastian looked the hottest I've ever seen him (not that he wasn't attractive on a daily basis) in his all black sleek outfit.

I matched except my top was cropped as was my jacket with it's floral cuffs. My dark hair in a stylish bob with chin length bangs framing my face.

I looked at us in the mirror as we admired one another or ourselves not sure which to be honest. "The Matrix called it said to keep the outfits because we look damn good in them." I joked, smirking.

Sebastian let out a laugh at that, "Yes we do." He agreed, "Now we should really be going." He told me taking my hand.

Ah yes we couldn't be late to The Met Gala of all things, I rolled my eyes playfully, as we walked out of our house and to our BMW. But we were celebrities it was kind of our job to go to events, give fans a break from everything going on in the world and be well entertainment.

Aside from posing for photos our time was spent trying not to be all over each other, like I said we looked good and it had been awhile since we'd been together like this. Seb being busy with his latest movie and me writing the script for another one.

It was nice to not be all work and no play for once. As we sat together in the plush red seats of the auditorium I noticed Sebastian kept looking at me out of the corner of his eye, probably cause I was doing the same thing. He noticed me look him over and smirked, placing a hand on my knee.

I tried not to squirm as Seb ran a hand up my thigh as he leaned in and said low in my ear, "I can't wait to take you home and have my way with you Kitten."

My insides felt like a thousand butterflies were fighting to break free and I shivered when he gripped my thigh at my pet name.

The time couldn't go fast enough, finally the event was over and Sebastian could take me home like he promised.

We drove back home, his hand never leaving my legs once we were in the car. But he didn't let me touch him, tease...I could tell by his grin that he was enjoying watching me squirm...

Once we were in our stucco built luxury home, I couldn't keep my hands or lips off him. Sebastian grabbed me to him, murmuring between kisses, "Someone's eager. But I'm not letting you rush this." He said emphasizing by gripping my ass.

Then abruptly let me go, as he walked down the hall. Confused I looked at him. Sebastian looked over at me with a dark smirk, "Well are you coming Pet?"

My eyes lit up as I realized Sebastian was obviously in Dom mode tonight. "Yes sir."

"Good girl." Sebastian gave a nod and crooked his finger for me to follow him as he walked away, disappearing into one of the rooms we used for just our entertainment.

As we got into the expansive room Sebastian sat on the long leather couch, leaning back as he spread his legs, a power move. Gesturing for me to kneel down and crawl to him.

I did as he wanted, I would rather have pleasure than punishment tonight. But first I stripped out of my outfit for the evening, Sebastian stopped me when I started to take my pants off. "Keep those on. Now C'mere."

Once I reached him, I looked up at him as he slowly took his sunglasses off those blue eyes piercing into mine as he stared down at me. "You are so beautiful." He whispered. Softly gripping my chin as he leaned down to kiss me.

I almost melted right there as he ran one of his large hands through my hair and down the side of my face, once the kiss ended Sebastian murmured low in my ear, "Do you know how much I wanted you? I really wanted to just take you right then, make you suck me off in front of everyone..."

I looked at him in surprise at that, was he serious?

Sebastian's look told me he was, "Oh yes. It's a good thing I have self control. Now on the other hand..." Sebastian took one of my hands guiding it to his crotch as I felt him already hard inside his pants. I started to rub him but he put a hand over mine, "Slowly. Take your time, I do not want to ruin these pants." He warned with a look.

I did as he said as I rubbed him slowly, it was Sebastian's turn to squirm, his head back, he stopped me then, unzipping his pants as he took his cock out. I licked my lips as I saw how hard he was, precum already making his cock glisten.

Sebastian looked down at me then his eyes dark with lust, telling me with his eyes what he wanted me to do. "Well?"

I lowered my lips onto him then as I felt Sebastian take in a sharp breath as he hissed at the first contact of my mouth on him. "Shit Babygirl that's it. See how bad I've been wanting you?"

I moaned in agreement as he pushed my head further down, wanting me deeper but still slow. As I licked him with my tongue and started to suck harder, my hand messaging him as well.

Sebastian gripped my hair as he moaned out, letting himself get lost in the feeling then pulling me off him when I deep throated him. "Fuck Kitten what did I say about going slow? I don't want to cum yet." His eyes darkened in warning then, "Not unless it's in you." Was it a promise or a threat? I wasn't so sure.

He cupped the sides of my face then bringing me up to him as he kissed me long and deep, his tongue darting into my mouth as he kissed me more harshly and then slowly. Licking my lips when he was done. "Mmm damn your amazing. I love you."

"I love you too Sir." I replied my voice barely above a whisper, laced with want.

Sebastian gave me a small smile, "C'mere Baby." He pulled me up to straddle him then as he kissed me deeply once more, swatting my ass when I moved purposefully onto his still hard cock. "Did I say you could do that?"

I shook my head, "No sir, I'm sorry." Sebastian raised an eyebrow at me but said, "Good. I'll let it go this time. But..." Sebastian trailed off as he ran a thumb over my lips, then quickly picked me up off him and setting me on the couch, stood up immediately behind me.

I gasped as he pulled me up so I was on all fours with him behind me. Sebastian grabbed the waistband of my pants as he pulled them and my lace black underwear down, slowly running his hands down my body, gripping my bare ass, then giving it one sharp slap as I tried not to react.

Sebastian grabbed me by the hair then pulling my head back as he leaned over me growling in my ear, "Oh Kitten I need to hear you or this is going to go all night." Sebastian smirked licking my neck, "If that didn't work, what about this?"

With that Sebastian ran a finger up into my folds already feeling how wet I was, knowing I was ready, he pushed himself into me as deep as he could go.

I moaned out, sub space already taking me over, as I closed my eyes at the feeling of him inside me.

Then suddenly the feeling was gone as he removed himself. I started to whine in protest but regretted it when Sebastian smacked my backside harshly again, clamping a hand over my mouth, "Ah no protesting. The only sounds out of that mouth should be pleasure...or pain. I'll be right back."

I waited, fully exposed and a bit nervous but I didn't need to be once Sebastian came back, not with any punishment tools not really.

I shivered as he attached leather bound handcuffs to my wrists pulling my arms behind my back. "Good girl. Now you can't go anywhere. Now where were we...oh yes making sure you know who owns you. Now make sure I hear you, if not I can always make you..."

I bit my lip I knew what he meant by that, Sebastian was down for anything and he could make it very pleasurable or painful, it all depended on me or his mood. Tonight it was about both of us.

Sebastian pushed back into me this time it was a bit harsher than before as he was purposefully trying to get me to scream for him. I did as he sped up, grasping my wrists as he fucked me harder. "That's it I knew you had it in you..."

Sebastian leaned over still moving inside me, his cock unbelievably hard as I moaned out, he kissed me slow and sensual, running a hand up to rest on my neck, the other hand gripping my breasts as he drove into me over and over again, slower this time wanting me to feel all of him.

"Shit Babygirl you feel so good." He groaned around my lips.

"So do you sir." My eyes hazy as I looked at him, subspace taking me over completely as I let him has his way with me.

Sebastian gave me a loving look as he lightly squeezed my neck, giving me lighter kisses. "Are you ready for me to cum Kitten?"

"Yes cum in me sir please."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow at that, knowing I'd want anything in the moment. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." I nodded, I was on the pill and couldn't get accidentally pregnant anyway.

Sebastian smiled at that, "Alright. but you first." Sebastian ran his other hand down me, rubbing my clit softly knowing I loved when he lightly played with me, as he gripped my neck tighter.

I cried out then as he drove into me harder and faster as I came around him shaking and Seb found his release soon after as I felt him warm inside me.

Moments later as we got our breaths and came down from the high, he slid out of me with a groan. "Fuck that was amazing."

"More than." I agreed happily as he undid the cuffs.

"You did great sweetheart." Sebastian praised me, "C'mere." As he sat on the couch and wrapped his arms around me as I lay on him still naked.

"I love you Seb." I murmured smiling as he kissed the top of my head.

"I love you too Shelle." Sebastian replied with a content smile of his own. "Now are you up for a movie or do you want me to read to you?" He asked.

I thought about it then decided, "read to me?"

"Which book?" Sebastian asked looking down at me as he rubbed my back.

"Love Hypothesis." Mentioning the contemporary romance book by Ali Hazelwood that was based on Reylo Fanfic.

Sebastian smiled at my answer, "Of course." Knowing it reminded me a bit of our relationship without the dramatics.

Sebastian got up to get the book and also came back with a blanket as we settled in for the night.

[ailendolin]

Title: Now and for Always [AO3]

Characters: Crowley/Aziraphale

Warnings: Spoilers for the season 2 finale.

Summary: Instead of stepping forward into the lift, Aziraphale turns left.

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Now and for Always

“We call it the Second Coming.”

Something in Aziraphale’s chest tightens with a terrible feeling. It makes it hard to breathe, pulls at him until he is looking to his left, down the street to the car – to their car. To Crowley who is just standing there, perfectly still. He’s not driving away, not going anywhere – just looking, waiting, giving him time. And Aziraphale–

Aziraphale longs to cross the street.

He longs and wants and hurts like he never has before. Until it becomes so unbearable that he finally does what he should have done the moment Crowley kissed him with the desperation of a thousand stars being born: he listens to his heart.

“I’m sorry,” he tells Metatron without taking his eyes off Crowley, terrified that Crowley is going to disappear into the vastness of the universe the moment he looks away. “I’ve changed my mind.”

Metatron’s voice takes on a threatening edge but Aziraphale barely hears him as he turns away. He sets one foot in front of the other, takes the first step and then the second one, and the thing in his chest that’s been clawing at him only moments ago slowly starts to ease. The farther away from the lift and closer to Crowley he gets, the easier it becomes to walk away. It is liberating, and he suddenly finds himself smiling as a weight lifts off his shoulders.

Across the street, Crowley is still waiting for him. Aziraphale can’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses but he can see his mouth opening in surprise. There is no anger edged into the lines of that dear, beloved face now, no heart-breaking despair, no righteous fury. There is only hope, so beautiful and bright that it resonates in Aziraphale’s entire being and sings an aria no human could ever possibly dream of composing. It settles between the feathers of his wings, as comforting as a hug, and just like that he knows he’s made the right choice. It feels like puzzle pieces falling into place, like finding a copy of a book he’s been searching for for ages and placing it in the empty space on the shelf where it was always meant to be.

It feels like coming home.

Behind him, the lift pings faintly. His chance of becoming an Archangel disappears into Heaven along with Metatron but Aziraphale can’t bring himself to care. He’s halfway across the street by now and all that matters in that moment is Crowley and the way he takes off his glasses and looks at him. He has seen that look before, a long time ago when they were watching the universe take shape in vibrant explosions of colour. Back then, that look had been aimed at the wonders of creation around them. Now – now it was aimed at him, and Aziraphale wonders how he could have ever thought of turning his back on it; of letting Crowley go.

“Crowley,” he says breathlessly when he finally comes to stand before him.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley says, guarded. That thing in Aziraphale’s chest tightens again. He is too late. He took too long to make up his mind. He was too slow, always too slow. But then Crowley’s eyes soften and he reaches up to touch his cheek. “Angel.”

Aziraphale’s face crumples. He lets out a ragged breath and presses Crowley’s hand as tightly as he can against his skin, keeping him tethered to him now and for always.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, not caring that it comes out a sobbing mess when Crowleys thumb brushes over his cheek, infinitely gentle and reassuring. “I’m sorry I made you wait. Forgive me?”

Crowley’s answering laugh caresses his skin like a summer wind dancing in the meadows. “That’s more your side’s kind of business, Angel.”

“No,” Aziraphale says, desperate for him to understand. “There is no ‘my side’. Not anymore.”

“No?” Crowley echoes. His voice trembles.

Aziraphale shakes his head. “No. There’s only ours.”

He holds Crowley’s gaze and lets him see the truth amid the tears, regret and shame – the love that has always been there, even before the Beginning. A love no amount of indoctrination has ever been able to stamp out and no form of punishment, no matter how fiercely threatened, has had any hope to extinguish. It’s as much a part of him as his wings are, and while it might cost him Heaven, it gains him something that is so beautifully human he can’t possibly regret or doubt it.

“Ours?” Crowley asks. His fingers are trembling against Aziraphale’s cheek. “Are you sure? Because I need you to be sure about this, Aziraphale.”

Aziraphale smiles. “I have never been more sure of anything in my existence.”

With that, he cups Crowley’s face with his free hand and finally closes the distance between them. The kiss is everything their first one wasn’t: tentative and gentle like the morning dawn, and slow and sweet like the moonrise over becalmed waters. For a moment, he allows his eyes to close so he can get lost in it all – the feeling, the sensations, the love he feels in every corner of his being – and when they pull apart after what feels like an eternity, all he can think is, Gabriel and Beelzebub had it right.  

“Any regrets?” Crowley asks quietly. He’s looking as if he standing on the edge of a drop-off and is waiting to find out whether he will get pushed into the depths of the abyss or pulled back from the ledge by gentle hands. Aziraphale knows that’s his fault. He also knows more apologies won’t help, no matter how readily they sit on his tongue, demanding to be spoken. It’s going to be a long time until Crowley will be able to completely trust him again but that’s all right. If there’s one thing they both have in abundance, it’s time.

“I never had any regrets when it comes to you, Crowley,” he says softly and allows his thumb to brush over the sensitive skin under Crowley’s eye in reverence and worship. Then he smiles and nods towards the bookshop. “We will have to find a proper place for your plants.”

Crowley follows his gaze. “I suppose we do.”

He lets his hand fall from Aziraphale’s face and holds it out to him. Aziraphale takes it without hesitation. It feels right. It feels good. “Let’s go home, then.”

“Home,” Crowley repeats softly. Slowly, the right corner of his mouth quirks up. “I like the sound of that.”

As if on cue, the heavens open up above them. Their eyes meet in the rain and before Aziraphale knows it, they’re both laughing and running towards the bookshop, hand in hand.

They still have a lot of things to talk about and figure out – too much has happened for them not to. Aziraphale wants to do this right, and he wants to do right by Crowley. He owes him that much. But in that moment, with Crowley next to him and looking as unburdened and at peace as he did before the Beginning, he can’t bring himself to worry about the future.

In that moment, he simply lives.

[caspianthegeek]

Prompt Three and Four: I may be right, I may be wrong

It wasn’t that Aziraphale didn’t want Heaven to win. Of course he did! They were the side of good, the ones who followed Her plan and would be bound to protect it. It was the correct side to be on, surely.

Then why did it feel so wrong to fight his fallen siblings?

Still, he was doing the right thing. He had been told so. Aziraphale intentionally chose not to look too closely at those who seemed to enjoy the battle and striking down the demons, casting them from Heaven one final time. He ignored the ache in his heart, shutting it away as best he could.

The platoon that followed him kept to his orders. They were merciful and kind where they could be. Far fewer fell to their weapons for good than were cast out, given a chance at… who knew. Perhaps there could be redemption for them one day. There was no way to know Her plan.

His commander had given him terse orders to clear this sector, and he would. To keep the Fallen from hurting anyone else.

At this stage, they were quickly moving to clean-up operations. He gestured his platoon to split up, each handling separate buildings, searching for those who had escaped.

Aziraphale stepped into one by himself, hurriedly clearing the rooms until he was at the last closet. He flung it open, flaming sword drawn.

The demon cowered, hands flying up to shield his face. The familiar red curls bobbed with the movement.

No, his heart screamed even as he froze. He hadn’t seen his—the Starmaker for days. He’d hoped the redhead had been far away from the enemy lines or perhaps at the planning offices. All he’d wanted was for this being’s safety. Aziraphale instinctively lowered his sword. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered.

The Starmaker lowered his hands. It pained Aziraphale to see the wings gone black and the eyes turned yellow. Yet what else could he do? He offered a hand and pulled the redhead to his feet. The Starmaker was still beautiful, how could he not be? But there would be no way to hide him among the Heavenly Host.

“I didn’t… Aziraphale you know me. I didn’t hurt anyone.”

The Starmaker may have had questions, but even those were about making the world better. This, though, was considerably worse. He had warned him. Aziraphale hated having those fears confirmed. “I know,” he finally admitted to them both. “But you can’t stay here, you have to know that. There are others coming.”

Heaven would tell him he was wrong, yet Aziraphale could not help himself. He pulled the Starmaker into a tight embrace, kissing his forehead gently. “As I said, I won’t hurt you. But you must leave, you understand? Many are not showing any mercy.”

“I saw,” the redhead choked out. “How?”

Aziraphale held the Starmaker’s hand as he moved towards the nearest window. Assuring himself that his platoon was to the other side he whispered hurried instructions on where demons—he winced as he said the word—were being thrown. If the Starmaker hurried, his wings were still intact. He could glide down instead of the horrible fall so many were facing.

The Starmaker—and Aziraphale tried not to think too hard about the other name the one he could no longer quite reach that had been wiped from the Heavens itself—lifted Aziraphale’s hand and kissed the back of it. “Thank you.”

“I promised,” Aziraphale vowed, “That I would always be there. Always protect you. Nothing will change that.”

A thousand nights spent flitting among the cosmos, countless gentle touches, and this was where they had been brought.

“Will I ever see you again?” The Starmaker asked.

Aziraphale was terrified of the answer. “My dear, I surely hope so.”

There was a bang and shout of his second in command at the front of the building. The redhead’s eyes widened in terror.

“Go!” Aziraphale hissed. “Be safe.”

With a backward glance, the Starmaker slipped from the window and between the buildings that had been checked. Aziraphale sent a quiet prayer after him. Please, for me protect him. He watched until the red hair disappeared in the distance and he hoped.

No other choice lay before him, Aziraphale turned to rejoin his platoon.