#i was taken aback by how beautiful this was

[ofbreathandflame]

I've always, always, always, argued that SJM's racism is intentional. People undermine the conversation about racism in SJM by arguing that her racism is just a little, fickle mistake. I really aggressively need to push back against this point - I don't think SJM is an idiot blonde woman who does not recognize the racism in her writing. If anything the reason why I've persisted this long talking about the problems in her story is because I was initially taken aback by just how intentional the racism is.

For example, the Illyrians. We talk about how ambiguous they are, but I think its one of the biggest examples of intentionality in the texts. The Illyrians purposely operate in this realm of uncertainty. Whether or not they are actually men of color has always been a moot point - it's about the intentionality of creating this race of men that embody these very weird, intentional traits. SJM knew that she wanted these men to be dark, violent, and warrior-like, but she also don't want them to be specifically categorized as men of color because the story simply doesn't see these men of color as desirable (see: Tarquin, Helion, Thesan - think about how they are characterized). It's also why I've argued that the story purposely doesn't associate the Illyrians as lesser fae, even though for all intent and purposes they are. The Illyrians are simultaneously the best (leathers, weapons, fighting) and the worst (culture, misogyny, hyperviolent). The story is also very intentional about how it characterizes the Illyrians concerning Rhys. Emerie just so happens to be the only one of her entire friend group that's not drop-dead gorgeous; notice how Amren is also described similarly when she is introduced initially. Everyone in the IC is gorgeous, beautiful, the most beautiful, but Amren the only explicit person of color, is described as being just plain.

The point is that these are very intentional writing choices - eerily specific, in my opinion. SJM is very intentional about the ways in which she chooses to 'represent' people of color in her series (see: Nehemia, Sorcha, Nesryn, Nuala, Cerridwen, Emerie, Fury, etc). Even think about the ways in which characters like Alis border on minstrelsy in their depiction. It's not just the representation, its the way certain traits are aligned with certain people, specifically people of color. I remember I made a post on my last blog about the ways in which SJM has her characters of color operate in this permanent semi-disposable position. There is always a way in which their white (white-passing) peers are always explicitly better (see: Hunt/Baxian, Helion/Nesta, Tarquin/Feyre, Yrene/Aelin - I have words for this one too).

In short, I don't think SJM is ignorant - not in the way people think. I actually think she is much smarter than even her own fans give her credit for and its why both her own stories and booktok/tube/gram have honestly gotten worse. I feel like oft times the pro and anti sides are just observing the same things (literally - the arguments are identical), but the difference is the pro sides don't think its a big deal partially because they believe that SJM is a whimsy white women who just can't understand she's wrong. Its why the argue that SJM is 'working to get better' even though she's written, at this point, over fifteen books.

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•I knew you’d be back•part 2

Part one here: https://www.tumblr.com/random-posts680/748793779031605248/dont-come-looking-for-me-part-1

A/N: guys holy moly I’m so sorry it took me an eternity to finish this but I hope you like it!

Warnings: maybe spelling errors, killing, death, royal family after reader, Feyd, blood, arena fights

Your hair was sprawled out as you laid on your back, it casted over the sheets of Feyds bed. Your arms were comfortably crossed over your ribs. And Your feet dangled off the edge.

Feyd mostly matched your position as he laid next to you. His arm closest to you layed out in the space between both your bodies. He itched to wrap it around you and pull you closer to him.

But unfortunately, how things were currently was as close as he was going to get. He wished to be something more with you, but even just being close at your side as friends kept him content. Silence filled the room before you inhaled to speak.

“Do you miss me?”

Completely taken aback by your question, Feyd turned his head to the side to look at you. His face contorted into an unusual look of concern. Your face stared at the nothingness of his ceiling until your eyes snapped to the side and your head slightly followed

There was no answer from him. He looked from your eyes down longingly at your lips then back up. You were unreal to him, something otherworldly, you were the most beautiful being he’d ever seen, and the most important to him as well. When he came out of his thoughts he looked back to you. Your face still awaited an answer.

“Why would I need to, when you’re right here?” His voice is gentle but still holds a bit of his rasp. Before you thought of an answer Feyd inhaled and continued “And I’ll never have to, I won’t let anyone take you from me.” There was that murderous gleam in his eyes that you’ve seen a handful of times. It was never directed towards you, god never, Feyd-rautha couldn’t stand the thought of you getting injured by his own hands, and it filled him with rage thinking of it being by somebody else’s.

You smiled at him, seemingly grateful at his answer and promise of protection. He returned your smile and inched ever so slightly towards you. His eyes trailed around the features of your face, they stop at your lips once again. This didn’t go unnoticed by you. You glanced down at his pale lips in return. Your faces began to invade the gap between the both of you.

Feyds arm reaches up and his cold smooth hand cups your face and pulls you in. His body heats up at the contact initiated. You close your eyes….and so does he.

Feyd-rautha twitches awake.

His mind recalls the images produced from his sleeping state. He remembers the odd question you asked him and his heart rate picks up when he recollects the end of the fantasy. It was like this most nights. Dreams and visions of you invading his mind, moments he’s had with you and moments he had wished to have with you.

The harkonnen desperately wants you back. It has nearly been 6 months since you seemingly disappeared without a single trace of where you may have gone. You aren’t dead, that is all that Feyd-rautha knows. And it keeps him determined to find you.

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Your ship wasn’t anything fancy. It could stay in space for long periods of time and is undetectable under any radar. It keeps you hidden, and that’s what you need most, especially now.

When you were found out to be residing on Giedi prime, you knew you had fucked up. You remember being awoken by your com that night ringing loudly. Once you groggily picked up, the call consisted of only a few sentences before you were on your feet and moving.

“Y/n, they’ve found you, you need to leave now! We have a ship ready for you at these coordinates!” The lady spoke on the other end. The coordinates were then listed on the screen.

You were grateful for the people at your job who were working to protect you from those who were out to hunt you, they believed in doing the right thing so when they discovered you floating through space, you told them your story and they took you in and offered you a job and their protection.

The truth is, you were the next Queen of your house, the standards for that queen were specific and high, one of the most important being you would need to be able to give birth to an heir. So from a young age you were tested for fertility so you could begin training, learning, and one day be married and give birth to an heir.

That was never fate.

A few weeks before you were to be married a freak accident occurred and it left you injured and to your houses dismay, infertile. Now, in most scenarios it wouldn’t have mattered if you were infertile but in your line of royalty there was information that could take down the entire nation of your planet that only a fit queen and king were supposed to know, and you were no longer of that standard of a fit queen due to your infertility.

You knew everything, and you were no longer going to be queen. This left them to having no choice. They were going to kill you and then begin training a different female relative of yours.

You were smart enough to realize their plans for you, so the night you found out of your infertility, you left. You knew they’d be after you the moment they realized you were gone.

Similar to when you ran away from your home planet you left most of your stuff on Giedi prime. Your heart ached a bit at the thought of leaving behind the good friend you had made here. You knew you couldn’t do anything about it so you at least gave him some attempt at closure when you scribbled down the note that he would later find. You’d miss him and he’d miss you ten times more. It’d drive him mad.

Along with the note that he found he also noticed his missing blade which brought you to the night prior. feyd had been showing you his collection of blades, you knew you shouldn’t have but you took one, you knew that someday your family would find you here and you wanted to be prepared. You hid the blade and as if you had foreseen the event, the very next night was when you would need to make your escape.

You dropped the note into one of your notebooks and slid the blade into your belt. You found the designated coordinates, and there your ship was. It hovered above the ground just enough for you to climb inside. You remeber looking back into the Giedi prime night, hoping that feyd-rautha would follow the one demand on that scribbled piece of paper.

Life after leaving wasn’t easy. You had plenty of battles and worked hard on combat training. The hardest part about leaving though was being away from feyd. You really did miss him. You cherished the moments you two had together and they often replayed in your sleep. With each day your desire to see him again grew.

Which led you to now, 6 months later, you are back, hovering just off of the atmosphere of the black and white planet. You know it’s a horrible idea to pay this visit but you need to see Feyd. The way you left him haunted you, you know you were his only form of support and you just up and left without any warning. You owe him the knowledge that you are sorry and willing to do whatever it takes to make it up to him.

You wonder what he is doing now, you wonder if he ever found that note, you wonder if he’d even cared that you’d left. You wonder if he’s missed you as much as you’ve missed him.

‘What ever he may think, I’ll find out myself’ you think, as your hand pushes the steering mechanism forwards. You ready yourself to enter Giedi prime once again. You flip the switches and type in your coordinates for landing. You push and your ship begins to fall into the planets gravity.

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Feyd-Rauthas arms are outstretched. His muscles exposed to the air within the threshold. Servants gather around him, painting the black shapes over his nearly white skin.

Ever since you left, this has been his only source of enjoyment. Killing those drugged slaves in the arena. His only way to cope with your disappearance.

Once his servants are done, he is handed his blade. The nervous harkonnen male avoiding heavy eye contact as he presents them. Feyds hands graze the tip of it and his reflection can be seen in its polished surface. Every time the blade is brought out he thinks of you and how somewhere in the galaxy you posses the missing one from his collection.

Feyd dismisses his servants, at this they all rush out, desperate to leave the presence of the na-baron. Unfortunately for the last servant to leave, the harkonnens blade penetrates her. The sharp object colliding with flesh sounds about 8 times before the sickening sound of a body against the ground follows.

Feyd-rautha walks out of his chamber Hungry for more meaningless gore. He scans the hallway, waiting for the next person to cross his path. Only about 10 seconds pass before a veiled being in all black turns the corner. Their back turned to him as they continue to walk.

The harkonnen smirks and follows quietly in pursuit. His presence going completely unnoticed by the target. Feyd-rautha readies his blade.

He grips onto the persons shoulder and pushes his blade straight to their jugular. Before he makes his next move, the person speaks.

“I thought you’d be here.” Your voice sounds through his ears.

Feyd-rauthas heart skips a beat, His knees almost go weak, and his hands begin to shake. Y/n? Is it really you? But It can’t be you, you left him without any indication of coming back, how could this be you? How could you have come back? The harkonnens mind races rapidly and his grip loosens.

With that, you slip out of it and turn to face him. You unveil yourself. Feyd-Rauthas heart races and his chest rises and falls unsteadily. His eyes stare down at you taking in the features he had missed so much. It really is you.

As Feyd stands awe struck You wonder what to do. It wasn’t like you could act casual ‘hey, I’m back after abandoning you for months and not telling you where I went!’ That would be arrogant and disrespectful. You know you owe him an explanation as to why you left but right now you are at a total loss for words.

His eyes hold hints of desperation and excitement yet his face displays utter disbelief. You wait to see if he’ll say anything but moments go by and he doesn’t. You take it upon yourself to speak first but regret it instantly when the sentences tumble out of your mouth and merge.

“Feyd-rautha-my lord, I’m terribly sorry that I left..-I I do have an explanation-“

You are cut off by his hands gripping you arms and pulling you into him. You look up at him before he connects your lips. His kiss is deep and full his hands are desperate as they go from your arms to your hair to push your face further in. You deepen the kiss too, making Feyds body warmer as you both stand.

After many seconds you both pull away for air. You’re shocked to say the least, as for the harkonnen he stares at you with desire, his eyes roaming you and his hands now feeling your waist, pulling you closer against his muscular torso.

“I’d like that explanation, we shall talk about it in my room. I will cancel my arena fight.” His voice is low and full of contained urgency. His heart hammers in his chest and it’s as if nothing else matters. You have finally come back to him.

He can’t take his eyes away from you as he leads you to his room. Once you two are there your lips meet once again and he’s ready to live out all the things he’s dreamed of knowing that you’re ready too. You love him and that’s all he’s wanted since the second he had met you.

Feyd-rautha is never going to let you leave him again, especially now. Your entire family and their army could come after you and he would be at the front line defending you with his life.

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[felixsramen]

Beating Hearts

Pairings: Hyunjin x Jisung x Reader

Word count: 5k

Song inspiration🎧: Half of my heart by Josh Makazo

Warnings⚠️: Vampire Reader, Vampire Hyunjin, Human reincarnated Jisung, Mention of Vampire Minho, Mention of blood draining, Hyunjin is a Dom, Reader is a switch, Jisung is a sub, Oral fixation, Jisung doesn't know he's reincarnated yet, Cum eating, Oral, Mention of blood play, MxMxF, Overstimulation, Use of Pet names, Bulge kink, that's it I think? I'm not sure I'll update it if I think of anything else.

Notes: I hope you enjoy it. I really enjoyed writing it and thinking of making a part two with Vampire Minho. Let me know if I should.

Your eyes look around in the crowd. You can't help but be eager for your next prey. "You're not even listening to me, are you?" Your eyes turn towards your boyfriends. He's crossing his arms. "You're already looking for someone?" You sigh out as Hyunjin frowns at you. Your hand comes to lay on top of his.

"I'm sorry, my love. It's just been so long." You tell him. The frown disappears from his face. Then he rolls his eyes. "You're dramatic. It's been only a few weeks. You're just so picky with the humans you drain." Hyunjin was right, though. You're very picky, but how are you supposed to drain someone's blood if they look unappetizing.

Hyunjin huffs out, making you look at him once more. "Just choose someone tonight. You haven't drunk blood in a while. I'm starting to be concerned. Minho won't be happy either if you aren't high on blood when we get back home." The mention of your other boyfriend has you sighing out. He's right. You've been drinking from him for the last few weeks to keep yourself healthy.

"Plus, you're starting to get wrinkles. I don't want to date a grandma!" Hyunjin whines out. He truly is so overdramatic, but he's your overdramatic boyfriend. "I am not. You're being mean now. What would Minho say?" You ask him with a raised eyebrow.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes once more. "Something along the lines of 'You're both being childish. Now go find someone yn. I'm not letting you drink from me once more.' Then when you can't find anybody, he'll let you drink from him once more." Hyunjin is leaning back in his seat relaxing.

Your eyes fall on his body, and you can't help but admire him. Tall, handsome, and exuding pure confidence. He truly looks like something out of a book. "Quit staring at me as if I'm your next meal. You and Minho turned me almost 100 years ago. You can't drain the blood from my body, sweetheart. Immortal." Hyunjin reminds you.

You remember that day as if it were yesterday, really. You and Minho had visited a bar. You were dressed as a flapper. Meanwhile, Minho had a cigar between his lips. His hand was around your waist the whole time. Minho was always the jealous type. However, as you both had a shot of Tequila, you both had heard Hyunjin on stage. He was a singer. Beautiful voice that matched the beautiful face.

Hyunjin had come to the bar after the show. A simple shot of tequila. He had thrown it back and had made a face of disgust. You and Minho couldn't help but smile at each other as you made your way over. You had taken Hyunjins right side, and Minho had taken his left.

"You have a beautiful voice." Minho had told him. Hyunjin had looked up surprised to have found him in between the two of you. "Oh, uh, thank you." Hyunjin replied with a smile.

"Beautiful face too." You commented. He was clearly taken aback at your comment. "Thank you as well, Mrs?" You couldn't help but let out a laugh. He was clearly nervous. "Not Mrs. I'm not married. You can just call me yn though." You tell him with a smile.

"Okay. Yn. I'm Hyunjin." He still looks nervous, and that's when Minho gestures for another shot of Tequila. It's set down in front of Minho. He slides it in front of Hyunjin. "Maybe this'll help. You seem nervous. Don't be." Minho tells him, and he flashes him a smile showing off one of his fangs. Hyunjin doesn't run away in terror and instead grabs the glass and chugs it once more. He places the glass on the table. Once more, with a disgusted face.

Your hand comes to lay on top of his. "You're quite handsome, Hyunjin. I'm sure you know that, though. I'm sure there's many women and men lining up for you." You tell him. Clearly, he's taken aback at your statement, though. "Men?" He asks back nervously.

Minho places a hand on his lower back. "Well, you're a gorgeous guy. I'm sure there's plenty of men trying to take you to bed." Minho is smirking at him. You can hear Hyunjins heart beating out his chest, and you almost want to laugh. Hyunjin quickly shakes his head, though. "No? What a shame." Minhos hand rubs Hyunjins back.

"No women or men, really." Hyunjin is looking down at his glass clearly unnerved by yours and Minhos presence. You lean up to his ear. "How would you like to go to bed with us, Hyunjin? We can show you a good time." You tell him. You watch as he shivers, and Minho chuckles.

"My girl knows what she wants." Hyunjin looks at Minho. He's clearly unsure, and Minho smirks at him. "Would you like to share us Hyunjin? You could fuck my pretty girl and I could fuck you?" Minho asks lowly. Hyunjin tenses up at Minhos words but then he relaxes. He looks between you both. He slowly nods though.

Minho gives him a smile, showing off his fangs once more. He has to notice it, you think, but he says nothing again. You take Hyunjins hand, and Minho walks behind you both out of the bar.

Hyunjin had made so many pretty noises, and that's when you and Minho both decided to keep him. In the heat of the moment Minho had asked if he could bite Hyunjin and when he nodded his fangs had sunk into Hyunjins skin making him cum once more. Hyunjin had only noticed the two small bites when he had gone to yours and Minhos bathroom.

Minhos' hands had wrapped around Hyunjins waist. "You're ours now. Forever." Minho had told him as you showered not too far away from the both of them. Hyunjin was in slight shock, and that was until Minho had explained everything. Then he was surprisingly calm about it.

"Sweetheart? You're not listening to me again." Hyunjin is frowning once more. "I'm sorry. I was thinking about how we had met." You admit to him. Hyunjin then laughs at you. "Sweetheart, that was almost 100 hundred years ago. You're thinking of past me when I'm currently in front of you. You could jump my bones now instead of thinking about the first time we had sex." Hyunjin leans across and presses a kiss to your lips.

"Could you sing for me, my love?" You ask as he pulls away. Hyunjin gives you a smile and presses a sweet quick kiss to your lips. "Later. I'll sing to you and Minho. I'm sure he'll be tired after his meeting. It'll help lure him to sleep." Hyunjin gives you a smile, and you nod.

"I love you." You admit to him. Hyunjin smile doesn't disappear. Instead, you think it gets even wider. "I love you too. Have for the last 99 years. Now, please find someone to snack on." Hyunjin presses a kiss to your head.

Your eyes scan the crowd once more. No one catches your eyes until you see a curly haired man. You even think your heart stops for a second. Hyunjin must sense your panic, and that's when his eyes trail off towards your target. You think you hear his heart stop for a second, too.

"That's not- That couldn't be right?" Hyunjin asks you. If it's not you, then you think you're seeing a ghost in the flesh. "Please tell me we're looking at the same thing." Your eyes can't seem to leave the curly haired boy. It's been almost fifty years. Fifty years since he had passed in your arms.

"Jisung?" Hyunjin is quick to stand up and grab your hand. He's pulling you in the direction, and you're not sure if you can face him. What if it's not? What if he remembers? What if he knows his death was all your fault? Hyunjin notices you on the verge of a panic attack, and he's turning towards you once more.

"Hey, calm down. I can hear your heart beating out of your chest." Your eyes stay locked on Jisung, though. Hyunjin grabs your face, though, and forces you to tear your eyes away. "Sweetheart, that was never your fault. You did everything to save him that day. Okay? Me and Minho know that, and I'm sure Jisung knows that. If he remembers, I'm sure he doesn't blame you." Hyunjin tries to reassure you. It helps some. He presses a kiss to your lips.

"Do you want to go sit back down? We don't have to do this. It might not even be him." Hyunjin is looking at you worried. You shake your head because deep down, you know it's him. "No. Let's go. I need to know for sure." You admit to Hyunjin. He nods at you, and then his hand intertwines with yours once more.

Hyunjin looks back over to the booth. Jisung is sitting alone, and you both make your way over. Hyunjin, let's go of your hand as you go over, and you both slide into the booth on both sides of him.

Doe eyes look up at Hyunjin, and then they fall on you. You can feel your heart in your throat. It's definitely Jisung. His cheeks are a little rounder, and glasses now adorn his face. He has a striped sweater on, and you want nothing more than to pull him into your hold.

"Oh hi." Jisung tells you. He's clearly surprised by both of your presence, but he doesn't look at you full of hate. "Hi. We saw you across the club. You're all by yourself?" Hyunjin asks, and Jisung shakes his head. You wonder if it's already too late.

"No. My friends dragged me here." He tells Hyunjin. Hyunjin is looking at him as if he has the world in his eyes. "Why'd they leave someone as cute as you alone? Anyone could just come over and scoop you right up." Hyunjin tells Jisung, and that makes him laugh.

Jisung shrugs his shoulders. "They wanted to drink and get laid." You still haven't said anything, and Hyunjin glances at you. "What's your name?" You're finally able to ask. Jisungs eyes fall on you. "Han Jisung. My friends call me Han." He tells you with a smile.

"What if we wanted to be more than friends? Then what would we call you?" You ask him with a smile starting to relax. Something always had you relaxing around Jisung. He laughs at your question once more. He shrugs his shoulders, and you can't help but want to kiss the man in front of you silly. He's just too cute. "I guess whatever you want to call me then."

"What are your names?" He asks, turning towards Hyunjin. Your eyes fall to his throat and look for a sign of any bite marks. Your eyes don't find anything, though. You glance up at Hyunjin, and he shakes his head. None whatsoever. He's not turned.

"Hyunjin. This is my girlfriend yn. She seems to be obsessed with you more than me, though at the moment. I can't blame her, though. You're cute." Hyunjin watches as Jisung gets flustered at his comment and chuckles.

Jisungs eyes fall back on you. "Thank you both. That's nice to hear. I get a lot of compliments. Usually, it's just to get me in bed, though." Jisung admits to you. You can't help but feel jealous at the comment.

"Well, you're definitely gorgeous. I can see why people would want to take you to bed. You seem so kind and genuine, though." You tell him, and you want to run your fingers through his curls. You wonder if he moans how he used to.

Jisung gets shy at your words. "Thank you. I wouldn't mind sleeping with you both, though." Jisung mumbles out. Hyunjin looks at him with lust filled eyes, though. "Are you a virgin?" Hyunjin asks clearly unbelievably turned on at the idea of corrupting Jisung all over again.

Jisung looks away from his gaze and down at his sweater paws. "Yeah? I'm sorry if that turns you off. You can leave. I know I'm not experienced, and you're probably looking for someone with more experience." Jisung is playing with his sweater paws, refusing to look up at either of you. How many people had turned down this gorgeous man after finding out he was a virgin?

Hyunjin is bringing a hand under Jisungs chin. Hyunjin looks like he's going to devour him any second. "Would you let us?" Hyunjin asks the lust seeping into his voice. Jisung looks at him confused. "Let us be your first?" Hyunjin is looking at Jisungs lips. Jisungs lips dart out to wet his lips. He nods at Hyunjin. Hyunjin smiles at him, showing off one of his fangs. He's turning Jisungs head towards you.

"Kiss her. You can go ahead and kiss her. I don't mind, and neither would our boyfriend." Jisung is clearly taken aback at Hyunjins words. However, hearing Hyunjin give him the okay has Jisung leaning in. His lips meet yours, and they're perfect against your lips. It's like they melt together, and Jisung is clearly enjoying the kiss as much as you.

When he pulls away, his glasses are threatening to fall off his face. Your hand comes up and pushes them back onto his face with a laugh. He already looks dazed out.

Jisungs eyes look at Hyunjin. "Want a kiss from me too, pretty boy?" Hyunjin asks with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Jisung nods, and then Hyunjins lips are Jisungs. It's something you could truly watch forever. You can't help but wonder if Jisungs lips would mold just as well with Minhos. You were sure it would. Hyunjin pulls from the kiss and you think Jisung might just cum in his pants already.

"Your place or ours?" You ask him. "Mine. It's only a few blocks." Jisung gets out, and Hyunjin chuckles. "Someone eager to be played with." Jisung nods at Hyunjins words. Hyunjin grabs Jisungs hand, and Jisung takes yours. Your heart beats out of your chest as he holds it all the way to Hyunjins car.

Even as Jisung slides into the passenger seat, you can't help but stare at him. You wonder if this is some kind of ancestor of the Jisung you knew, but you highly doubted it.

Hyunjin starts the car and places a hand on Jisungs thigh. Jisung looks nervous, and you can't help but want to calm him. "My love." It falls from your lips without thought. Jisung looks at you but says nothing about your words as you lean forward. "You look nervous. We won't touch you unless you want it. The whole point is to enjoy tonight." Your words seem to calm him somewhat, yet he still looks slightly nervous. You knew a part of him was bound to be nervous sleeping with two strangers.

Jisung nods finally, but you watch as his Adam's apple bobs up and down. You can hear his racing heartbeat and the blood pumping throughout his body. You wish you could sink your teeth into him right then and there, but this was not the same man who had let you drink his blood so many years ago. Your eyes travel over his body. "Right here." He tells Hyunjin, and he pulls into a small one bedroom apartment.

It doesn't take long before Jisung gets to the front door, and he fumbles with his keys slightly. "I'm sorry. Don't mind the mess, please. I don't really have people over, and I didn't have time to clean up." Jisung opens the door while you and Hyunjin follow behind him. He slips his shoes off at the front door while you and Hyunjin do the same.

Your eyes look over the room, and it's perfect, really. It's small and minimalistic, but Jisung had never been one for much detail. Even in his past life. There's a takeout container on the counter, which Jisung is quick to get rid of. You can't help but giggle out. Jisung looks up at you doe eyed and clearly a little confused. "It fits you. It's cute, really." You give him a small hoping he knows you're genuine. He smiles at your words.

Hyunjins hands slip around your waist, and he places his head on your shoulder. "I should go clean my room some real quick. I'm really sorry. I just wasn't really prepared. Give me like two minutes." Jisung brings a hand up to fix his glasses, and when you both nod, he disappears into his room.

"He's just as cute as before." Hyunjin presses a kiss to your neck, and you sigh out. "He is. He's still as clumsy and messy, though. Remember when he had tried to make dinner on our first anniversary." You laugh out, and Hyunjin chuckles against your skin. "I'm glad Minho had stopped him. This version of Jisung at least can order takeout." Hyunjin is smiling against your skin.

"This is cute, though. Maybe we should have Jisung decorate our house. Minho doesn't really have an eye for decor." You remind Hyunjin, and he snickers. The door to Jisungs room opens.

"You can come in. I fixed it up somewhat." Jisung tells you both, keeping his door open. Hyunjin lets go of you and follows behind you as you make your way into Jisungs room. Your eyes glance around, and it's just as simple. A laptop sits on the table, and a small lamp sits by his bedside.

You turn around to face Jisung once more. Hyunjin watches as the door closes as Jisung looks at you both. Hyunjin is quick to pin him against the back of his door. "Pretty boy. Do you want to know what I do to pretty boys?" His hands pin Jisungs above his head. Hyunjin lips hover over Jisungs.

"What?" Jisung asks as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. Hyunjin smirks at him. "I eat them." Hyunjin has a playful glint in his eyes, and you watch as a shiver goes throughout Jisungs body.

You come beside them, and Jisungs eyes look at you for help. Hyunjins face moves away from his. Hyunjin refuses to let Jisung go, though. Your hand comes up to Jisungs jaw, making him look at you. "You're so pretty. Can I kiss you?" You ask him. He nods his head quickly, and you smile. Your lips go to Jisungs, and he's quick to relax into it. They're soft, just like how you remember them. You could truly kiss him forever. You try to file away how they feel against yours. You pull away only when you hear Hyunjin chuckles.

Jisung is breathing heavily, and you're not sure how long you had kissed him. It had only felt like seconds, really. "I thought he might pass out, sweetheart. You were trying to kill him, huh? Death by kiss?" Hyunjin teases you, but then your lips are on Hyunjins. Jisung is looking at both of you in wonder and awe. You and Hyunjin just seem to fit so well together. You pull away, and Hyunjin smirks at you.

Hyunjin looks back down at Jisung. "You want another kiss from me? You seemed to really enjoy the earlier kiss. Or would you prefer my cock in that pretty mouth of yours." Jisung whimpers at Hyunjins words. Hyunjin laughs out and presses a kiss to Jisungs lips. It's quick and yet so passionate. Everything about Hyunjin was passionate though.

Hyunjin lets go of Jisungs wrists. "I'll let you play with sweetheart here first. She loves breaking pretty boys like you. The tears turn on her." Hyunjin whispers against his ear. Jisung lets out another whimper as Hyunjin moves away.

"Don't let him fool you. He's a needy little sub usually." You tell Jisung. Jisung glances at Hyunjin, who rolls his eyes. Hyunjin sits on Jisungs bed, manspreading while leaning back on his arms.

Jisung eyes come back to lay on you. Your hands come to his hips, and he's looking at you clearly affected already by the mix of yours and Hyunjins presence. "I'll be gentle tonight. I can't say the same for Jinnie, though." Your eyes glance at your boyfriend who looks smug at you.

Your lips place a gentle kiss at his throat. He moans out, and you can tell he's sensitive. Your lips continue to kiss his throat, and eventually, you start leaving hickeys. Jisung is like jelly in your hands, and you think if it wasn't for your hands on him, he would've already fallen to the ground.

You pull away when you think you've left enough, and he looks so gone already. "You want me to ride you pretty boy?" You ask Jisung. He takes a deep breath at your words. "Please?" It comes out breathless and so desperate. You chuckle as you lead him to the bed.

You climb into Jisungs lap and press another kiss to his lips. Your hands go to his sweater. You grab the end of it and pull it over his head. You watch as he whines as the cold air hits his nipples. Your hands run over his chest. "Look at you." You can't help but stare, and he gets shy at your words. Your hands go to his face, moving them. "Don't hide that pretty face." You tell him. Jisung turns red at your words.

You stand up once more. Your hands go to his pants and lifts so you can remove him jeans and boxers. Your eyes land on his painfully hard cock. "Pretty." You mumbles out making him shy once more. Your hand goes to the bottom of your skin tight dress and lift it over your head. You see Jisung hold his breath as you drop it to the ground.

"She's gorgeous, isn't she?" Hyunjin asks Jisung. Jisung nods, not being able to take his eyes off your body. "Gorgeous." Jisung mumbles out, and you smile.

You climb in his lap once more. He looks uncertain about touching you. "Go ahead. You can touch me, Sungie." The pet name falls from your lips, and he gulps. He still hesitates, but then you grab his hands. "Take my bra off." You tell him moving his hands to your back.

Jisungs hands go to your bra. He struggles for a second before he's successful, and it slips down your arms. Your breasts are now on display, and Jisungs eyes get even wider. His tongue darts out his lips once more as his eyes stare at your chest.

"You want a taste?" You ask him, and his eyes finally look up at you. He nods gently. "Go ahead." You sweetly tell him. His lips attach to your nipple and he sucks on it gently. He looks so sweet with his glasses on as he suck on your breasts. His eyes stare up at you as you moan out.

Jisung eventually pulls away, but it's only to bring your other breasts into his mouth. Hyunjins eyes are on the both of you, and it only serves to turn you on more. Your hand goes to Jisungs hair, and he eventually releases your breasts with a pop. His lips are wet with saliva and puffy. You think he would've continued to do that if you hadn't pulled him away.

Your hands go to your panties, and you slide them off. "You still want this?" You ask once more. Jisung eagerly nods. You line yourself up with him before you sink down slowly. Jisung lets out a whimper, and your head falls into his throat. One of your hands stays in his hair, holding him to you. You can't help but moan. After fifty years, he's once more inside you, and he couldn't feel more perfect to you.

His hands are on your waist, and eventually, you bottom out. His fingers, however, dig into your side. It's painful yet pleasureful. You were sure there'd be crescent moon shapes at your waist when he'd pull away. You let him adjust to the feeling. Eventually he's trying to roll his hips up and fuck into you. You ultimately give in and almost completely rise up off of him but then your hips are coming down once more knocking a moan out of yours and his lungs.

You start a good rhythm, and it seems to be driving Jisung crazy. Your lips are against his neck, and you can hear the blood rushing throughout him. For a second, you think about turning him right then and there, but you couldn't do that. You didn't have the heart. Especially knowing Jisung didn't want to be turned until your second anniversary that he had never made it to.

You want to cry having him in your arms once more, but that would ruin the mood. Instead, you kiss his neck once more, relishing in his touch. You know Hyunjin can sense how emotional you are right now, and that's why he doesn't comment. He doesn't tease like he usually would. Instead, he's staring at you both with hearts in his eyes. How he wished Minho was here to see this.

You can tell Jisungs close because his whimpering and moans have gotten higher. "You're going to cum? Cum for me Sungie. You can cum inside me." Your words turn him on unbelievably more and it only takes a few more bounces and he's cumming inside you. You ride him through his orgasm and soon you're pushed over the edge. Your hips stop moving and your moaning into his neck. Jisungs grip on you is harsh and rough.

Jisung whimpers as you move against him once more wishing you could fuck his cum deeper but he's clearly overstimulated. You pull off of him and he whines at the loss. Your lips meet his trying to quiet him and it seems to do the job.

You pull away, and his glasses are falling off. You push them up onto his face once more. Your body feels weak having cum so hard. You move from him and Hyunjin places a kiss on your head. "You did such a good job." Hyunjin whispers to you.

Hyunjin looks at Jisung, who seems dazed but not out of it completely. "You're really so pretty. I know I've said that, but it's true." Hyunjins hand goes to Jisungs cock. He strokes it once and Jisung is trying to pull away from his touch. "Would you like me to fuck you Sung? I know your poor cock is sensitive right now but I really want to know what your pretty ass feels like when I fuck into it." Hyunjin asks and Jisung nods at him eagerly at the mention.

Hyunjins hands go to undo his own belt, but then Jisung is moving his hands. "So eager." Hyunjin looks at him like he's his next prey as Jisung pulls his pants and boxers down. Jisung gulps at the size of Hyunjin. He's long, and Jisung doesn't even think he has a toy the size of Hyunjin.

"What if- What if it doesn't fit?" Jisung looks up at Hyunjin. He realizes what he's said, and his face turns red as Hyunjin laughs. Hyunjins hand comes to Jisungs face. "I'll make it fit, baby. Haven't taken anything as big as me?" Hyunjin asks Jisung, and he shakes his head. "That's okay. It just means I'll have to be careful." Hyunjin tells him.

Hyunjin presses a kiss to Jisungs lips. "Turn around for me and ass up." Hyunjin watches as Jisung does as he asks clearly still unsure how Hyunjin was going to fit inside him.

Hyunjin runs a hand along Jisungs back trying to relax him. "You got to relax or it won't feel good." Hyunjins eyes looks at you. You're in front of Jisung and he's biting his lip nervously.

"You want Jinnie to fuck you right?" You ask and Jisung nods. "You have any lube?" Hyunjin asks Jisung. "Dresser." Jisung eyes are still on you. "You have to relax. Jinnie doesn't want to hurt you baby." Jisung nods at your words and he slowly starts to relax.

Hyunjin squirts some lube out of the tube. "It's cold." Hyunjin warns him as he squirts some over Jisungs ass. Jisung shivers and lets out a moan. Then Hyunjin is pushing a finger inside him. Jisung takes a deep breath and you distract him by kissing his lips. Eventually the pained expression on his face leaves and its replaces by pure pleasure. Jisung is moaning into your mouth and you pull away. "There we go. Think you can take another?" Jisung nods and Hyunjin pushes another finger inside making Jisung go limp.

Your hand goes to Jisungs hair running a hand through it. He relaxes even more and eventually Hyunjin has three fingers inside him. "You ready to take Jinnie?" You ask Jisung. He lifts his head up with a nod. "Please! Fuck me Jinnie!" Jisung begs and Hyunjin pulls his fingers out. It makes him whine for a second but then the moan that leaves his chest as Hyunjin enters him is guttural.

Jisung is completely limp and his head meets the bed once more. Hyunjin has already set a brutal pace and Jisung seems to be taking it well. "You're taking Jinnie so well Sung." You tell him and he's lifting his head up. His tongue lolls out his mouth and his eyes are trying to focus on you but it's hard when Hyunjin is fucking so deep into him.

"You're so tight Ji. Going to make me cum already." Hyunjin breathes out harshly letting out his own moans and groans. Jisung glasses are sliding off his face and your hand is coming up to fix them. Jisung is totally blissed out between the both of you.

Jisung has never felt this good. None of his toys have ever hit this deep inside him. It's driving him insane and to the edge once more. Each thrust just seems to be deeper and deeper. Then he feels it. Hyunjin hits his prostate and Jisung loses all his thoughts once more. A shriek is heard and Hyunjin knows he's found it. He's thrusting into that spot over and over.

Hyunjins hand is wrapped around Jisungs waist keeping his whole body from meeting the sheets. "You feel this?" Hyunjin is grabbing one of Jisungs hands. He presses it to Jisungs stomach and he can feel Hyunjin bulging through him. That's enough for Jisung to cum once more.

Jisung cums so much that he thinks he might actually pass out and for a second he does lose consciousness. Once he's blinking his eyes open he can feel Hyunjins cum inside him. Hyunjin is still rolling his hips throughout his high.

"You did so good baby. Took Jinnie so well." Your hand is cupping Jisungs face and placing kisses all over it. It's so intimate but Jisung doesn't register it. He does register when Hyunjin pulls out letting out a whine hating the feeling of being empty already.

Hyunjin is scooping some of Jisungs cum up and bringing it to your lips. Your lips wrap around his finger and Jisung thinks he might cum again. He's so exhausted though.

Jisungs eyes are already shutting and Hyunjin is lifting him off the bed carrying him to his bathroom. You're left in his room and he sees you stand up off the bed and grab his sheets. That's all he can see before Hyunjin brings him into his bathroom.

Jisung is sore. He hears Hyunjin start a bath for him and place him on the counter. He should be grossed out at the feeling of Hyunjins cum leaking out of him and onto the counter but he's too tired to care.

Once the bath is filled with water. Hyunjin places Jisung gently into the tub. He can feel his muscles relax and Hyunjin disappears from the bathroom. It's only a few seconds Jisung thinks but his eyes keep closing so much that it could've been an hour. Hyunjin has clothes for Jisung.

You're then entering the bathroom. "You did a number on him Jinnie." You tell him crossing your arms as you lean against the counter. Hyunjin looks back at you. "As if you didn't." Hyunjin replies back. "Touché." You reply back with a smile.

"You can sleep Sungie. We'll take care of you." Hyunjin tells him. Jisung really tries to keep his eyes open but sleep calls him. His eyes close and drifts into unconsciousness.

[bl00dlight]

A Song of Shadow & Flame

CANON Dark! Aemond Targaryen x OC Targaryen. | SERIES

All NSFW warnings apply in future chapters.

Author's note • After my recent rant, Ive decided to feed the girlies who want fics that align with canon Aemond. Sooooo Im coming home for my girls with an fire & blood timeline retelling & not just more boring ass Mary Sue × Aemond smut. So we are starting from the beginning. The vibe is, "I could make him significant worse".

Word Count ~ 1.4k

Index

i ● ii

ii ~ 'Age of Hero's'

124 AC

It was not until later that night the young princess saw her uncle again. It took little effort to convince the Kings guard that she was not here to continue to jeer at the prince, but rather to give a sincere apology. At least, that is what she had told herself. It had not occurred to her, why or how men oft bended to her will. In truth, Visenya had little thoughts on such things, for all she knew, she asked and received accordingly – and if she did not receive, she would promptly sway until her desires were met.

It was this very naivety, this innate trust that the world would simply open its loving arms for her whenever she pleased, that worried her mother and father so dearly. Both knowing the ways of men, the violence and sickness that dwelled in her heads, most especially about a Princess of Valyrian blood. Seen less so for her heart and more for her blood born proximity to the God’s themselves. To power of fire made flesh, and of course. The beauty which came with Valyrian blood.

Visenya entered Aemond’s room quietly, and when she came before him, came before his body splayed out upon his bed she swiftly averted her gaze. The princess cleared her throat, a small noise of a disturbance left his mouth as he jumped, swiftly propping himself upwards.

“What are you doing in here? You ought-” His voice laced with outraged as The Princess interrupted.

“Temper yourself. I’ve not come to goad you. I just, I came to apologise.” A small laugh left her, she put her hand up.

“I do not give a shit.” Aemond snapped.

Visenya tilted her head, scanning him, “Fine. But I shall do so anyway.”

“Why?” Asked Aemond, the air teaming with uncertainty as he watched his sly niece walk slowly, stalking through his room like a cat.

“Because it is right, it is what is owed, and I’ve no intention being in your debt.” Visenya sighed, her voice almost aloof, smug. Her eyes look in the space, the perfectly kept books and scrolls upon his desk. The princess reached the dark mahogany desk that was seemly gleamed in the firelight. It seemed the prince had little taste nor need for decor, he seemed to only own objects for utilitarian purposes, he was so… conservative, Visenya thought. In fact, the only unkept thing was an open book, her pale fingers grazed the pages. Clearly, he had taken it from her Grandsire’s personal Library. She looked at the top, small writing detailing the topic ‘Age of Heros: Symeon Star-Eyes’. She had never heard of such a thing, her thoughts interrupted as another pale hand snatched the book away.

The prince’s eyes met hers with a venomous glare as placed the small book back upon his desk, “I find it difficult to believe you care about what is right.”

Visenya scoffed in response as she paced to the other side of the desk, her fingers as cunning as she as they found his book once more, “True. Perhaps I don’t, however it hardly matters. For even if I am saying it to benefit myself, my meaning is sincere.”

Frustration and rage tore through Prince Aemond as he then turned and stepped forward, who was she to dare apologise? After all this time, all these years of enduring her fucking bastard brothers torment? No, no Aemond would not tolerate it, he was not one to embrace pity. “I’ve no reason to accept your pathetic apology and I have no use for the rag of pity you continue to throw at me!” He snapped.

Visenya found herself taken aback by the fire in his eyes, she felt her own frustration boil as she bit back with equal fervour, “Yes, well perhaps you ought to! Since it seems I am the only one who is willing to throw it to you, and actually, unlike what you may think. I have little interest in hating you.”

“Do not lie.” Aemond stepped forward, his voice low.

“It is no lie. I do not hate you, we most certainly do not get along. But, I have little reason to hate you.” She shrugged, Visenya relaxed once more.

Though Prince Aemond could not tolerate it any longer, he would not take another drop of her insolence… her teasing, her lies! He snapped again, “You… you and your brothers torment me for your own amusement.”

“As does Aegon.” The Princess sneered, once again he had gotten himself into a state, she thought.

“I do not give a shit about Aegon! He is a fool and already a drunkard, and… and, well he is also my brother.” The prince wanted to push her, slap that smarmy sneer from her face. He stumbled upon his words, feeling more flustered, more overcome with the memories of all of his sister’s bastard’s torment. Their stupid, arrogant faces.

Visenya, ever cool, raised her brow, “So?”

“So, it is different.” He bit back.

Visenya stepped forward, folding her arms as she analysed him, by the Gods was he bothered. Still, she retorted back, “I dare say Aegon torments you for his own amusement far more than I. In fact, I do not torment you at all. They are mere jests!”

“Mocking me for not claiming a dragon is not a simple jest!” He had had it, the prince suddenly found himself unable to control it anymore, his hands came out before him, connecting with his niece’s chest as he pushed her back.

Visenya stumbled only slightly, she looked down and then swiped a stray hair from her face. Silence fell between them before a moment, a piercing silence. The soft breaths of Aemond to be heard as he tried to temper himself. A slight guilt filled him, but not for what he had done to the Princess, rather what may happen to him if his father found out. Or worst of all… if her father found out. The silence dragged, before shattered with the soft cackles of Visenya. Her face beaming.

“Gods…” She laughed, tilting her head back. Perhaps he was right, perhaps she did tease him for her own amusement. Tis his fault really, Aemond ought to learn how not to be so easily pestered, he ought to enjoy her attention on him. Only the Gods knows how many other boys try and fail to garner her interest. Yet it was him, who truly captured Visenya. A cruel smile rose to her face.

“Just get out!” Aemond snapped again, feeling a slight measure of weakness under her gaze. He reached forward, grabbing her wrist harshly as he forced her to the door,  

As he did so, Visenya cackled, enjoying this far too much, she laughed as she spoke, “Very well, I apologize for my lapses, and I will not speak on your lack of a dragon again, Uncle.” The door swung open and Visenya nearly gasped as she felt the firm grip of the Kings Guard outside his chambers grip her shoulder.

“Come, princess. The hour grows late, the both of you ought be in your bedchambers for the night.” The King’s Guard voice rang firm as he began to escort Visenya away, her eyes lingered upon Aemond once more, as she giggled.

The cheeky cackling of his niece could be heard through the prince’s heavy doors, Aemond wore a bitter expression. He was utterly infuriated, utterly exhausted… and utterly ashamed in his own inability to not give in to her teasing. He scanned his room, the firelight casting a soft orange glow, the air was warm, and it’s smell a comforting indication of embers. Aemond sat upon his bed once more, eyes sharp and pained, a part of him wished to crawl into the arms of his mother but he did not send for her. No, he would face this alone, he would not behave as the weak little bellyacher they all thought him to be. He would be strong, infallible; he would be a man.

Upon this thought, Prince Aemond rose up from his bed, approaching his desk once more as he longed to find comfort in the tales of great knights and ruthless warriors; to read of Symeon Star Eyes. Yet, as the young prince’s eyes met the mahogany surface, he felt his gut coil with rage once more.

His book had been swiped.

[gwouinaelle]

Drawing inspired by the fic of @aliesafenlock "Her Heart is Fit for Home"!!

I love this fic so much and who doesn't need a bit of Susan!Danny in their life? And here's a close up because I'm kinda proud of their expressions:

The snippet that got me:

“Do you dance, Mrs. Danvers?”

Her reverie broken, the housekeeper scoffed at the unexpected question. “Who would want to dance with a withered-up old woman like me?”

“First of all, you are neither old nor withered,” Mrs. de Winter countered. “And secondly, I would! Very much,” she added with a smile.

“Madam.” Mrs. Danvers was taken aback. “Surely you’ve got better things to do with your time.”

“If my memory serves, I did not get to dance at the ball,” the young woman pointed out reasonably, “so you owe me at least one dance, Mrs. Danvers.”

I can't be seriously considering this, the housekeeper thought as she prepared a polite refusal, but her voice caught in her throat as she took in Mrs. de Winter looking at her expectantly. Her eyes were sparkling with hope, her hand extended in a silent invitation, and Mrs. Danvers felt her resolve evaporate. Suddenly, she couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing Mrs. de Winter today as she had done in the past.

“All right then,” she allowed softly. “Perhaps just this once.”

Mrs. Danvers took the young woman’s outstretched hand with some trepidation, expecting it to feel awkward and ungainly. She became acutely aware of how comfortably their bodies fit together as her free hand rested on Mrs. de Winter’s waist. Mrs. Danvers led instinctively and was relieved to find she still knew her way around a slow dance. Her initial reluctance gave way to a quiet joy as she watched her companion’s eyes gleam with delight. With every step they held each other a little closer, and the housekeeper began feeling light-headed.

The record wound down and their movements slowed, then finally stopped. They stood quietly in a gentle embrace, neither of them willing to break the spell and lose their closeness. In the silence, the air between them became charged with expectation. Mrs. de Winter lifted her eyes to study her companion’s face, finding it transformed from its rigid, severe beauty to looking achingly vulnerable. The young woman was suddenly overcome with a wave of affection so intense, she had to reach out and place her palm against Mrs. Danvers’ cheek.

[prismaticpichu]

Floof nugget delivery! 💕

We all know Mother’s Day is a little angsty for Seph shshshsh. So lemme remind you that, around these parts, Seph will never be without someone who loves him! Jenova eccentricities and all <33

~

Taken aback, Sephiroth gave him a Look. “Don’t give your superior attitude,” he warned, though the faint smirk that budded on his lips told Zack it was playful—and even more so when he added, “And I don’t get cold.”

“Yeah, right.” Zack mirrored his smirk. “You’re not cold with your chest open?”

“Correct.”

“C’mon, bud.”

“It’s true.” Sephiroth folded his arms over his open coat, a rather confident edge to his voice. “My body… simply regulates itself. Always stays warm in frigid temperatures.”

In almost comedic timing, another serrated breeze sliced by, and Zack watched in snowballing surprise as he clutched his arms tighter and Seph didn’t so much as flinch.

“Wait… are you for real?” Zack continued to rub his arms. “You seriously don’t get cold?”

Sephiroth shrugged, some curious blend of pride and thoughtfulness floating in his voice. “It’s an enigma.”

“No way!” Zack smirked. “I don’t believe you.” And he suddenly reached out, curiosity getting the best of him as he considered the absurdity of his buddy’s claim and cupped his hand over—

It was warm.

Warm.

…

Really warm.

The skepticism in Zack’s eyes vanished into thin air..

“Holy… Sepppph!” The First could hardly believe it, Mako-blue eyes now alight with marvel as he absorbed the cozy warmth radiating from his friend’s hand. “You’re so toasty!”

Seph couldn’t help but chuckle, a rich and beautiful and melodic sound.

“I told you.”

Zack was too lost in the magic to even care that he was wrong—too lost in the heroic heat sinking into his gloves and into his arms and floating through his veins like a toasty current and blossoming warmth through every inch of his body as it battled the icy cold and drove it away.

The next thing he knew, he was resting his head on Seph’s neck, the crook of ivory skin like a heating pad beneath his frigid cheek.

“You’re so warm…” he murmured. “Like a giant water bottle. You mind if I just…?”

Sephiroth rumbled with another chuckle.

“No. Of course not.”

Something about the words made Zack’s heart dance—made it burst with more warmth than was already enveloping him. Maybe it was because Seph’s voice sounded so nice up-close; maybe it was because Seph was so relaxed; maybe it was because Seph was letting him lean his head against him when the pilot was only a thin wall of seats away. Whatever it was, whatever beautiful reason, he didn’t stop to think about it.

He just needed Seph to know how secure he felt.

So, their hands intertwined, radiating warmth like the purring flames of a campfire, Zack tightened his side of the hold.

And he squeezed.

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze.

[littleskeletonprincessss]

DILF - Ted Nivision x Reader

I think i'll make this a multi fic... no NSFW in this part but because of what a DILF is and the fact that it will be NSFW in future parts, I'm gonna go ahead and say MDNI

The vibration of your phone against your desk tore your tired eyes and depleting attention from Professor Stinwell's dull voice and the monotony that is color theory.

"Hello?" Your voice cracked from disuse.

"Hi, is this Y/N?" A deep voice responded.

"It is," you cleared your throat "May I ask who's calling?"

"Hi, This is Ted Nivision, my wife and I are friends of Heather's, and she recommended your babysitting service. I'm sorry, she gave us your number and said it'd be fine to reach out whenever."

"Yes! Of course. I'd be happy to help."

"That's a relief. Normally, we'd want to meet before hand for you to meet our girls, but we actually would need you for tonight, my mother in law had something come up last minute and isn't able to come. Would that be okay?"

"That's totally fine. How old are your girls?" You asked, trying to figure out what kind of activities to prepare.

"We have three year old twins, Penelope, we call her Penny, and Tilly."

"Those are beautiful names. What time do you need me tonight?"

"Would you be able to be here at 7:00? It would be a few hours, we have a late dinner with my wife's colleague, so we probably wouldn't be home until around 10:30."

"That totally works." You already knew you'd be exhausted for your early class tomorrow but wanted to make a good first impression.

"Great. Let me give you our address and we'll see you when you get here."

**********

Pulling up to the Nivision's house at 6:45 you admired how beautiful the house was. It wasn't massive, but it had the charm of a southern cottage that you loved, a comfortable looking swing sitting on the framed porch, toys littering the floor and ivy climbing the lattice on the side.

Knocking on the door you looked at the yard, noticing the obvious time that was put into the landscaping, lawn mowed to perfection, flower beds full of colors, and a large tree with a swing.

You turned back to the door when you heard it being unlocked.

"Y/N?" A man, you assumed Ted, answered. Looking up you were taken aback at how handsome he was, and his sweet brown eyes and infectious smile only added to his charm.

"That's me. You must be Ted, we spoke on the phone." You smiled back, offering your hand.

"It's nice to meet you." He said, taking your hand and shaking it before opening the door wider. "Please, come in."

"Carrie, the sitter is here!" He called up the stairs, walking into a family room to the right.

Following him in, you see two identical little girls sitting on the floor, surrounded by plastic plates and cups.

Ted sat between the girls, before taking a teacup from one of the girls, his large hands dwarfing it, and making you smile from the ridiculousness.

"We're having a tea party," he said, looking up at you. "Aren't we, girls? Can you say hi to Y/N?"

"Hi! I'm Y/N!" you said, crouching down and introducing yourself.

"Hi!" one of the little girls said, waving at you excitedly.

"That's Tilly. And this one-" Ted said, reaching out and tickling the other one, who'd handed him his tea, making her giggle. "is Penny."

"Hi, Penny." You whispered, giving a small wave, matching her shy demeanor.

"If you ladies would excuse me, I'm going to talk to Y/N for a bit." He says, standing and offering you a hand to help you up.

"Can I get you a water or anything?" Ted offers, walking into the kitchen, motioning for you to sit at the bar.

"That'd be great, thank you." He takes a water bottle from the fridge and slides it across the counter to you.

"So tell me about yourself, Y/N."

"Not much to tell, honestly. I'm taking classes online for Graphic Design, I have another year before I have my degree. Outside of that, I work at the library and babysit on the side."

"Graphic Design, huh? I should probably take a few classes, I could sure use it a bit for work. What do you do for the library? You seem a little young to be shushing people and checking in returns."

"Thank you," you laugh "I actually run the story time center, read to kids a few times a week."

"That's sweet. Do you like it?"

"I do. I love seeing their faces when the fairy tales become real, and their imaginations take over."

You blushed when you realized Ted had been watching you with a dopey smile on his face.

"What do you do and your wife do?"

"She works in corporate for a management company. Long hours, but it brings in good money, and I work from home so it's not so bad. My jobs a little less important, I'm a producer."

"What do you produce?"

"I write and then film videos for kids. Songs, make animations with it. And then outside of that one of my friends and I have a podcast."

"What is it called? I'll have to check it out, they're all that keeps me awake when I'm up late finishing projects."

"It's stupid, really. We started it up with another friend of ours just for fun and we talk about bullshit. But it's called Chuckle Sandwich."

"Sound interesting, I'll have to check it out."

You turned your head to the sound of heels clicking across the tile. An attractive woman walked in, fastening an earring, her business ensemble looking more expensive than your car.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Carrie." She holds out a perfectly manicured hand.

"Y/N." you said, taking her hand to shake. "Ted tells me you work in management."

"Did he tell you to call him that? I'm sorry." She looked at Ted. "Honey, I've told you that's unprofessional. Mr. Nivision is fine, Y/N."

"Oh. Of course." You nod.

"Anyway, I'd love to stay and chat but we're running a bit late. "Theodore?" She says, walking out of the room.

"Right. That's my cue to leave. Um, emergency numbers on the fridge, you've got my number, but let me get you Carries, just in case." He says, writing on a hanging notepad. "The girls ate just before you got here, but there's leftovers in the fridge or snacks in the cabinet if they get hungry. Help yourself as well. Um... Bed by 9:00? Between you and me though, I don't usually get them to bed until later than that so you be the judge, I trust you. I think that's it." He says, looking around to see if anything would spark anything else. "Yeah, that's it."

Walking back in to the family room he leaned down to the twins.

"Okay babes, Mommy and I will be back later, but you might be asleep. You're gonna stay here with Y/N, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Yes, Daddy!"

Ted pulled them both in for a hug, blowing raspberries into both their cheeks.

"Love you to death." he says, standing. "Thanks again, and I'm sorry for the late notice."

"No worries! Have fun."

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

A while later you were singing songs with the girls, and were currently only the alphabet.

"-E F G, H, I, J, K, LMNOP, Q-"

"That's my name." You looked at Penny where she was sitting at your feet and coloring.

"What was that, Penny?"

You said my name. Penelope."

"Kinda sounded like that, didn't it? Should we call you that now? LMNOP?" She gave the biggest smile you'd seen from her since you'd met her and nodded.

"Okay, sounds great." you laugh. Looking at the clock you noticed the time. "It's getting kind of late. Should we put on a movie before we go to bed?"

The girls had agreed vehemently and rushed to their room to change into their pajamas while you got a movie set up to play.

After the movie ended, both girls were nodding off against your sides, fighting the urge to fall asleep completely.

"Alright, come on guys. Bedtime." You said, picking them up and carrying them into their room.

Turning on the light you smiled at their nursery. The walls on either side matched each girl perfectly, even though you'd only spent a few hours with them. Tilly's wall was spattered in bright rainbow colors, wild and fun, while Penny's wall was a soft pink, tiny dots of white sprinkled like stars.

Helping them into their beds you tucked them in, walking to the door and starting to dim the lights before you heard a soft request for a bedtime song.

"A bedtime song?"

"Daddy sings." Tilly explained.

"Alright, lets see." you though before starting to quietly sing 'You Are My Sunshine', and by the time you were done both girls eyes were shut in a deep slumber.

Turning to the door to leave you jumped when you noticed Ted standing in the doorway.

"Shit- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's alright." You softly laughed, exiting the room.

"You have a wonderful voice." Ted said, walking you to the door.

"Oh. Thank you. How was dinner?"

"It was nice. It was better knowing the girls were home with someone who would take such good care of them."

"Good."

Ted handed you a folded wad of cash.

"Oh, Mr. Nivison, this is too much, I couldn't-" You started, counting out the stack of twenty dollar bills.

"Nonsense. If it makes you feel better you can consider it a retainer."

"Retainer?"

"Yes. The house looks wonderful, and I can tell you're good with kids, and I bet the girls got along great with you. If you'd like, we be happy if you'd be our new babysitter."

"Yeah, that'd be great. I'd love to."

Ted smiled.

"That's great. Now, it's late and I'm sure you need to get home, so I'll let you go." He said, opening the door.

"Good night." you said, starting down the porch steps.

"Oh, and Y/N,"

You paused, turning back to face him.

Ted looked into the house behind him before looking back at you. "Call me Ted."

[drinktaro]

out like a light 𐙚 first day of school

~ start of written

you find yourself in front of the cafe that ur friends talked abt meeting up at

as soon as u open the door sunoo is right in front of u. he talks abt how excited he is to start a fresh new life at university. liz and yujin make their way over and say there hellos before u start walking to ur new uni.

u make it to the school very quickly because the cafe wasnt that far. u nervously walk up the steps to ur class. you are the one that guides them to class since sunoo, yujin, and liz didnt bother to check the map.

when u open the door to class ur met with a handsome boys face.

park wonbin.

u had last seen him in middle school and didnt expect him to be so much taller then u. you gave him a quick smile and attempted to pass by him, but before u could, he trips over his shoe lace and lands right next to ur feet

u can see his obvious blush at the embarrassing fall but u ignored it and helped him up so he didnt feel bad. just as ur about to leave he ask u a question. “are u sungchans sister?” u turn around to make sure u heard him right. “yes i am, why?”

when u turn back around to answer him he was taken aback by ur beauty. so taken aback that he js stares at you. just as hes abt to answer ur question, the professor starts class and tells everyone to take their seat. you, as a good student, go straight to ur seat. which happens to be right next to wonbin.

the whole class period u were focused on taking notes so he felt that he couldnt talk to you. he felt so embarrassed bc his crush was right next to him and he couldnt do anything abt it. little does he know that ur thinking abt him too.

~end of written

𐙚 SYNOPSIS. in which y/n is an anti-social nerd that loves to read and is going to major in music. while wonbin is also a music major who had a crush on her since middle school.

𐙚 PAIRING. non-idol!wonbin x non-idol!fem!reader

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𐙚 notes. this is not proofread so.. um bare with me🤓

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[secret-smut-sideblog]

North Star

Kar'niss x F! Tav

18+ fear, coaxing, tenderness, relationships forming, heavy petting, grinding, chest worship, spider hand job (like. hear me out)

Finding a drider in the darkness, Tav offers for him to join her party. The safety and clarity he receives in her presence and her surprising admiration spurn his many legs to move much nearer...

Masterlist

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Tav stared at the drider in awe, leaning out from the cover of a gnarled tree.

She knew she shouldn't be out alone, but she always preferred solo missions. Less chance of her companions getting hurt and she could move within the dark as was her nature. The cover of night her veil, the shadows her accomplice.

But in that treasured darkness came a price in the Shadowlands, and she had to be strategic with the light. Only striking her flint in pulses, the curse drawing back in wavers. Hungry.

The object of her searching was ahead, the Moonlatern. She was warned that it was carried by a 'monstrosity', a creature most vile.

And the body in front of her was frightening, no question, but within that was deeply beautiful. The sloping angles and long spindled legs entranced her. Cresting up into a chiseled torso leading into a scarred and defined face. Framed by silver hair that pooled around its shoulders. Its? His?

Her admiring had lingered on a little long and the curse was pressing down on her back again. The light drawing her nearer, both the need for its grace and her curiosity propelling her forward.

The drider's eyes were scanning the surroundings, standing at attention on the outskirts of a shanty camp. Goblins sleeping far further in, snoring bodies encircling a slow dwindling campfire.

Tav moved slowly, debating how to approach. This could go south very quickly. She had never encountered a being like this before, though her meager time in the Underdark told her the name, beyond that she was left with her knowledge of spiders to fill in the gaps.

She eyed the silvery trip wires of spiderweb set up in the grass. Smart, he would be alerted to any movement close enough to raise alarm.

She considered tripping them to signal her presence, but didn't want to activate any prey drive.

Closing her eyes, she opened her mind. Reaching out through the tadpoles searching fingers, gently weaving along the outskirts of his awareness.

The drider's head whipped, revealing seven dark eyes that narrowed on her. Drawing forward on gliding legs. Stealing her breath away with the mesmerizing beauty of their movement.

The light immediately aided her breath to return. Taking grateful pulls of air.

"Thank you, the air is suffocating here." She rubbed her chest in small circles.

The drider paused, watching her movements in confusion.

"Are you a True Soul, wanderer?"

"In a sense." She laughed, looking up at the pale face. "Are you?"

The drider gripped at the staff the lantern hung from.

"Ah, I'm sorry. That was a leading question. What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head curiously up at him.

He seemed more taken aback by this question. Eyes drifting uncertainly. Pedipalps rubbing together.

"Kar'niss." He finally rumbled. "We are The Light of the Absolute." He added with more fervor.

"I'm Tav, though I don't have a nice title like that. Just Tav." She shrugged, smiling up at him.

His eyebrows knitted together in further uncertainty, stepping forward.

Leaning his torso down, he peered at her. Forelegs kneeling to get down into her eyeline.

Breath taken, she stared in awe.

They took each other in for a moment, many eyes drifting along features.

"What do you want from me, Mistress called Tav?" His tone guarded, watching her.

It took a moment to parse his wording, then realization struck her with a little "Oh!"

"I should've remembered you're drow too." She smiled, moving her hands in slow, sure movements. His eyes tracking their journey as she laid down her weapons at her sides. Rising back up with palms up and open at her hips.

Aware that disarming herself was an incredibly risky move. But dealing with enough fear as a female drow, and now warranted fear from a male drow, she saught to assure him.

"I'm no Mistress, I hold no house or title. Truthfully, the Underdark is a hazy memory from my childhood."

She shivered. "An unpleasant one, at that."

He seemed to get more and more perturbed by her behavior, eyes scanning her in short bursts.

"Am I scaring you?" She hushed, holding her hands relaxed at her sides.

He seemed conflicted to answer, drawing back up. Legs shuffling slightly.

Her eyes were drawn to them, head tilting again.

"Forgive me for staring, but your body is mesmerizing." Her eyes met his again.

"May I?" She asked, holding her flat hand out to a foreleg.

He drew back, fear creasing his features.

She opened her mind to him again, showing him there was no malice in her request.

"I know you can sense more of me this way. Know my scent, my taste." She reassured, palm still open and undemanding.

He gripped the staff again, eyes still fearful. But raised one leg, setting the tip in her palm.

She smiled, seeing the knowledge of her coming to him. Closing his eyes, head turning slightly.

Her fingers gently curled up the back of his leg, palm still nestled into the point. His chest rose and fell at that, eyebrows knitting together again. Legs bowing slightly, bringing him further down to the ground.

She let him take his fill of her, leg retreating in what looked like hesitation.

"Now we're properly introduced." She smiled, hands bracing on her lower back.

His eyes opened blearily, seeming to come back to himself. Rising back up, grasping protectively at the lantern.

"You're here for our lantern." He stated distrustfully, long fingers arching over the staff.

"I am." She nodded. "But I have no intention of taking it from you. You can look into my mind again if you're uncertain."

He took her up on the offer, diving into her mind with fast fingers. A yelp of surprise rose out of her. Reaching out into his mind with gentler hands, softly caressing the broken fragments she could piece together.

His body shuddered in pleasure at the probing, a quiet whimper leaving him.

The artifact hummed on her hip, it's proximity to his leaned head aiding in his clarity. Some less garbled memories rising to her in vague flashes.

He reared back, looking around startled.

"Shhh..." She hushed, stepping forward. Placing a flat hand on his sternum.

His eyes darted back down to her, many emotions wrenching his features.

"I will not take your lantern. You are welcome in my company if you would like to walk alongside me. Your guidance and protection would mean a great deal, and I have a camp where you can rest." She offered, sliding her hand from his sternum to her own chest as she spoke.

"And if we don't follow?" He asked, slightly breathless.

"Then I will leave you be. I will find another way to traverse the darkness."

He pulled his lower lip into his teeth, eyes swimming with uncertainty.

"I... I do not lead. I follow Her voice."

"I'm not asking you to lead, Kar'niss." Tav spoke warmly.

"You have my scent, if you wish to find me." She offered, gathering her weapons.

Taking a deep breath through teeth, steeling herself for the shadow cursed darkness, she stepped out of the protective light.

"It is not safe in the darkness." He urged, stepping forward unconsciously.

"I'll survive." Tav remarked. Lighting a small flame in her palm.

She got to the treeline before she felt a presence take up behind her. The edge of the light just encircling her as she walked.

She smiled, continuing on quietly. The drider keeping pace with her, legs moving in equally quiet waves.

When the distant orange point of the campfire drew closer, Tav let out a sigh.

"Stay close to me. My companions will not hurt you." She could already see some heads turning toward the unfamiliar shape, rising to feet.

"No... Tav. NO." Gale spoke sternly, pointedly avoiding looking at their new guest as they entered the campsite.

"I agree, I know you have a penchant for taking in strays but this..." Astarion gestured at him vaguely.

"His name is Kar'niss, and he is helping us. Have we not talked enough about first impressions?" She waved to herself implicitly, narrowing her eyes at them.

"Oh, fuck yeah! Drider!" Karlach cheered, poking her head out from her tent.

Tav waved her hand at Karlach in a See? motion.

"Oh, for the love of..." Gale sighed.

"Wait, does it drink blood too?" Shadowheart piped in, walking over with arms crossed.

Astarion's eyes narrowed conspiratorially, still avoiding looking at Kar'niss directly, but letting a fang bare in a sneer.

"Once again, HE will be welcome here as long as he would like. If all of you are so uncomfortable, then he will stay with me."

Karlach waved her hands. "And Karlach!"

"And Karlach." Tav nodded, shooting her a grateful smile.

"And Lae'zel." Lae'zel stepped up, peering directly into his many eyes. "Powerful. Deadly. I will know more about him."

"One of nature's creations, regardless of form, is welcome here." Halsin's voice rumbled, sat whittling by the fire.

Tav searched for Wyll, seeking his input. He stood by his tent apprehensively, giving her a so-so wave of his hand. Clearly torn on having a monstrosity in camp but not opposing.

"There, now if we're settled, I'd like to show our new guest where he can lay his head." Tav gave Kar'niss an encouraging smile, indicating him to follow as she headed towards her tent on the outskirts. Waving to her meager but cozy set up with a sigh.

"Well, it's only big enough for me. But you're welcome inside when I'm not using it, and feel free to set up nearby."

A sudden thought struck her. Does he weave a web to sleep in? Does he sleep at all?

Her circling thoughts were broken by him crouching down, pulling legs in as he entered her tent. Turning, tucked close, to pull the flaps of the tent to be mostly covered. Staring out in scanning glances.

She blinked. Then was reminded that spiders feel more secure in dark small places. Suddenly endeared, she leaned down to get in his eyeline.

"Stick with me or Karlach, and you'll do fine."

-

The longer Kar'niss stayed in the artifacts presence, the clearer he became. Mind still fractured, but weaving back together in slow strokes.

The others were still hesitant around him but were drawing a little nearer day by day, even if just out of curiosity.

Tav's warning had proven unneeded, as he followed her, and Karlach in smaller doses, around camp like a shadow. Tav didn't mind at all, finding the company reassuring. Especially since they often stayed in a comfortable silence, both attending to their tasks.

It was fascinating to see him become more him. Traits and personality opening back up. Finding his character close to other companions already in their stead. The serious and genuine nature of Halsin but the gentle and devoted nature of Gale. And, naturally, the ruthless nature of Astarion.

Their rivalry made her laugh, the two blood drinkers sniping and slighting one another every chance they got.

"You know, you two were destined to either detest one another or be thick as thieves. That's how it always works when people are too much alike." She laughed, wringing out a shirt and handing it to him.

"Oh, honestly. We-... I am not like him." He grumbled, laying the shirt onto the others in the pile to be hung.

"Sure you are, both hotheaded, wary, bloodthirsty. Both caring, though only one of you is honest about it."

He seemed to consider that, hands smoothing over the damp fabric. Speaking up after a quiet few moments.

"Do you find us... do you enjoy my company?" He asked, eyes low.

She turned, looking at him curiously.

"Kar'niss, I spend all day with you. Of course I enjoy your company.

His eyes darted to hers but returned down. Hands still smoothing the already flat fabric.

"Hey," Tav put her hand on one of the curves of his legs. "Really."

He smiled softly, eyes meeting hers.

"Oh yeah! I have something for you." Tav reached into the laundry pile.

"A gift? Oh I don't-" Already holding his hands up in flustered refusal.

"I've seen this style on a few garments and thought it could work for you." She held up the modified dress. The dual slits high enough to rest on his hips and cascade down the front, modified to narrow into a square point. Back hemmed into an inverted v shape, following the natural line of the slits. Neckline still plunging, but sleeves removed, ending at the joint of the shoulder. Dyed a rich black, some silver embellishment along the collar from the original dress.

"Astarion actually helped me with the finicky parts, and I'm sure I won't hear the end of it for years to come." She sighed, handing it up to him.

He stared down at the fabric, holding it flat in hands. Quiet for a long moment.

"You hate it. Gods, I'm sorry. That was presumptuous, here-" She held her hand back out.

"No!" He clutched it to his chest. "No. I... I want it. It's... I like it a lot."

He rubbed the fabric between his fingers, then lifted it over his head. Pulling it over his torso, pedipalps naturally curling around the draping fabric where his chitin met skin.

"Wow." Tav marveled, standing up to get a full view. The dress draping and hugging in all the right places. "You look amazing."

"Really?" He smiled, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"Really! It suits you beautifully. You look very handsome." She smiled wide, reaching forward to smooth a crease at his hip.

He pushed into her hand, legs bending forward. Her fingers naturally curling around his hipbone with the movement.

They both froze, her eyes moving from her hand up to his eyes. Finding them wide, pupils dilated. Mouth fallen open in shock of his own actions. But closing to a soft part as her hand remained.

She stepped closer, head craning up. Other hand cupping his lower back.

He lowered down to her, legs bending far to the ground. Even nearly seated, still a head taller than her. Her hand on lower back sliding up ribs.

They breathed into each other, faces parallel. Hers already turning slightly, lips parted. Staring up at him.

Question, hesitation, and need pulled along his features. Fingertips tilting her chin up carefully, talons tucked under.

The wait killing her, she stood up on tiptoes, pulling on his hip for leverage. Pressing her lips to his in a small moan.

He breathed in hard through nose, fingers tightening on her chin. Mouth freezing then sliding against hers in hungry pulses, bending down even further.

She was dizzy with him, silver hair falling curtain around her face. Feeling the scar on his surprisingly plush lips as they caressed against hers. The tip of her tongue sliding along the seam of his upper lip in question.

He moaned, mouth opening eagerly. Her tongue finding his, twisting together.

She pulled even closer, flush with him. His pedipalps curving around her waist, holding on tightly. Breathing hard, he wound a hand into her hair. Mouth slick with demand, hot breath hazy between them.

He hooked under her thigh with a leg, raising it high enough to grasp into his hand. Both arms lifting her up onto his hips, urging her legs around him.

She gasped, kneeling into the curve of his abdomen. Face risen above his, cupping the curve of his neck in both hands, thumbs rubbing his jaw. Hips rising to grind into his toned belly, sending jolts of pleasure up her. His hands grasping her ass, forearms bracing her against him.

They both pulled and pushed, hands tangling and caressing. All heat and wild desire.

Her lips left his long enough to pull at her shirt, moving to lift it over her head.

"Wait," He huffed, wide hands moving to stop the fabric.

"I've... I haven't been with someone. Like this. In this body." He panted, forehead resting on hers.

"Do you want to stop?" She whispered, hands still cupping his neck.

"No, not at all. But..." He sighed.

"I understand." She smiled, giving him one more soft kiss before sliding down. He helped her lower back down with care.

"You know, I'd be up for some... exploring." She offered, smiling mischievously. "Maybe a little experimenting. If you'd like that."

He smiled sheepishly, pedipalps arching in excitement. "I would."

"Like these, how do they..." She reached forward, running her fingertip under a pedipalp in a line from the base.

He buckled down, eyes rising into his skull. Huffing in a shuddered breath.

"Oh..." Tav breathed, heat in her belly flaring anew.

"That... do that again." He gasped.

She looked up at him, drawing near again. Raising her other hand to run parallel lines with fingertips up the appendages.

He moaned, head turning. Lowering back down to her, fully seated.

She leaned down, curious fingers of one hand moving along him as she continued stroking with the other.

He whimpered when her fingers ran along the seam of the joint of his legs. Letting out a hissed breath when she ran her tongue over it.

Her finger trailed down to the end of the pedipalp above her, stopping on a ridged fleshy mound. Thumb circling it curiously.

"There!" He gasped out, hands pulling her hair.

She rose up, looking at the swollen mound. Pulsing fast with blood, twitching under the pads of her fingers.

She rose back up, spat into her hand and cupped the mound, palm rubbing in fast wet circles.

He whimpered loudly, head falling back. Hips bucking out of instinct. Hands scrambling to anchor himself on her as she took up on the other side, wetting her palm.

Her mind was filled with nothing but hazy desire and thrill. Nudging the dress aside with her nose to lick up his chest. Suckling down on where his nipple was covered by thin chitin.

His head snapped back down, hips stilling before arching up. An seething pleasure pulling across his features. Biting hard into his lip in a near grimace as her tongue slurped at the veiled bud.

"Tav... Oh Gods-" He moaned out in choppy pleading moans. "I'm-"

A jolt of excitement ran up her spine.

"Yes," She panted against his slick chest. "Cum for me."

Nibbling down on a peak, flattening her palms to rub fast taut circles

He shuddered hard, gripping her hair in a fist. Crying out as her palms filled with pulses of fluid, velvet soft and warm. Hips hitching with the waves, cum dripping down the back of her wrists.

He collapsed back into the curve of his abdomen, breath lost, eyes rolling in fluttering lids.

"Whoa..." Tav marveled quietly. Pulling a hand up, staring at the silky fluid sliding along her fingers. Licking some into her mouth curiously.

The taste was earthly, salty, and slightly tang. Leaving a light tingling on her tongue.

He pulled her to him wordlessly, winding arms around and tipping onto his side. Pulling them both onto the grass.

"Oh!" She laughed, nestling into his chest. His legs curling around her in a loose overlapping embrace. Pedipalps pulling her flush to him, crossing over each other along her waist. Arms wound tight around her, face buried in her shoulder.

"Thank you." He murmured into her neck, body still tremoring.

"You're very welcome." She hummed, pulling his hair from his face. Fingers running along his scalp.

A deep clicking purr rose from his throat, delighting her to no end. Scratching light lines along his head, the sound getting louder, vibrating against her clavicle.

"Stay with me for a moment. Please." He croaked out, arms winding closer.

"Of course, take your time." She whispered.

He sighed contently, head falling limp into her. Breath slowing and evening out.

With a shock of endearment, she realized he had fallen asleep. The purring continuing in pulses that rose and fell with his breath. The sound so soothing that it pulled her down, feeling heavy and puddled.

He turned onto his back in his sleep, pulling her over him. Her head on his wide chest, the curl of his legs cradling her. Limbs all curling in towards her, arms wrapped around her back.

She had never felt more secure in a lovers arms and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Hearing his faint half formed sleep talk as she drifted.

"Stay... stay... my light...."

~

[enid-rhees]

new girl || emily prentiss x fem!reader

summary: you’re the new girl in the BAU, Emily takes interest

warnings: sexual tension, a tiny bit suggestive

A/N: my first Emily fic ^_^ hope you all enjoy 🖤

your hands were sweating on either side of your dress pant-covered-legs. the elevator ride felt way longer than normal, and every little thing was throwing you off guard.

you’ve been in this field for years, but never worked with the people who would now be in your life. you know who they were though, everyone did. they were always on the news at some point, explaining the next gruesome murder they have to solve. you were now apart of that.

a ding rang throughout the elevator and it came to a sudden stop, causing your heart to do the same as the doors slid open. the office was just only a few steps away, but you felt stuck to the ground. your body acted quickly and you stepped out before the doors could close on you.

you opened the doors, and your boss, Aaron Hotchner was the first to walk over to you. you stopped in your place and swallowed the knot in your throat. his straight, emotionless expression was enough to make you feel more nervous than you already were.

he held his hand out, “you’re here early, good. you need to meet the rest of the team.” you shook his hand and he quickly put his back by his side, you did the same after him. you followed behind him like a lost puppy until you were standing in front of everyone. they had all stopped talking when they noticed you and Hotch opened his mouth.

“everyone, this is F/N L/N. she’s our newest profiler.” Hotch announced. “she was originally in New York, and she was the best in her field. so i expect you all to treat her the same way you treat each other.” he said flatly, eyes monitoring everyone.

a blonde girl — Jennifer Jareau — stood up and held her hand out. “i’ve seen what you’ve done for New York, and i’ve seen some of your work. it’s seriously a pleasure to be working alongside you now.” she smiled. you couldn’t help but smile back and shake her hand. “thank you. that’s- that’s really sweet of you, miss-“

“you can just call me JJ.” she smiled. you nodded. “thank you, JJ.”

it took almost an hour to properly meet everyone. Morgan was brief, but you were able to figure him out in your short conversation. Penelope Garcia, she had seemed eager to meet you; eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy shop. you weren’t too sure on how Rossi felt about you, but he was nice.

Spencer had talked your ear off, but you enjoyed it. much more than the others had seemed to. you liked that his head was practically an encyclopedia on everything, you could learn a lot from him just from spending an hour with him.

“and it’s… Doctor Spencer Reid, correct?” you asked, and Spencer nodded proudly. “yeah! i actually have two PhD’s and-“ the office door flew open,

“i’m so sorry i’m late. Sergio had made an absolute mess in the apartment and he just held me up completely- oh!”

you locked eyes with the beautiful brown eyed girl in front of you, and this time, you swore your heart actually stopped beating for a moment. Emily Prentiss.

in a totally-not-weird way, you’ve always been fascinated with profiler Emily Prentiss. you’ve seen her when the BAU would televise their profiles for everyone to be aware of the freak in their city.

“who’s this?” Emily smiled, setting down the case she was holding. “Special Agent F/N L/N. she used to be a profiler back in New York. but she got transferred here. she was the best in her field.” Spencer spoke before you could introduce yourself. her eyebrows raised as she held her hand out.

“well, nice to meet you then. i’m Em-“

“Emily Prentiss.” you breathed out. Spencer turned to you with furrowed eyebrows, and Emily looked taken aback at the fact that you knew who she was. “i’m sorry.” you said quickly. “i just- i’m very familiar with all of you, but i’ve always been fascinated with your work, Emily. and i can’t tell you how much of an honor it is to be working with you now.”

she smiled again. “i didn’t realize i had anyone who looked up to me. especially someone who…” Emily took her time to look you up and down. she smirked. “top in your field, yeah?” you swallowed, “y-yeah.”

Emily bit her lip as she held back her smile from growing wider. “cute.” she mumbled. before you could say anything, Hotch came bursting out of his office. “we have a case.”

Emily hummed, “time to see what made you top in your field, hm?”

“wheels up in 30. do what you need to do before we leave.” Hotch stated, taking what he needed before leaving the room. everyone else had left, while you continued to look through the pictures provided. it was truly gruesome, but after nearly 15 years of this, you were numb to almost everything that came your way.

it was a murder — obviously. but the patterns that were left were nothing you’ve seen before. each victim was sliced and stabbed in a specific way. three times in the stomach, one on each wrist, and a slice going across their necks.

“still here?” a voice asked, breaking you out of your trance. Emily stood in the door way, leaning against the frame with her arms crossed. a nervous laugh left your lips. “yeah, i’m just… studying these pictures and their profiles.” you told her. “well, we’ll discuss it more on the plane. don’t study too hard.” she winked. your face burned and you looked down to hide it.

Emily walked over and sat down next to you. “you know i already have you figured out, right?” she asked, inching closer to you. your breath hitched. “you live alone, maybe with a pet. but that’s all. you keep to yourself. but, you’re confident in yourself. you know when you’re right and you stick to your opinions, and you don’t let anyone tear you down, wether they’re above you or not. you have a lot of pride and know how to keep yourself together, except for when i’m around.”

you froze under her gaze. you could feel your cheeks start to burn. “you’re… infatuated with me. clearly, you’ve known me for longer than i’ve known you, and i can see that you’ve always felt this way about me. you’re stiff in your seat, the same way you were when i walked through those doors. i’m driving you crazy just by sitting in front of you and making direct eye contact. but… you take your job seriously, and you’re afraid this will ruin what you just got.” Emily leaned in closer, looking down at your lips. “but you also would take any risk just to get a taste, wouldn’t you?”

you were genuinely speechless, not knowing how to physically react or what to say back. Emily had read you front to back with no hesitation, she didn’t second guess herself with anything she said. she had figured you out completely.

Emily smiled and briefly put her hand on your thigh. “time to go, sweetheart.” she winked, standing up and walking out of the room, leaving you flustered and shaking on the inside.

[imaslutforbill]

haiiiii 亲爱的 :D

I wanted to request a bill x reader (fluff or smut :3 I don’t mind) where reader is all cutesy and they’re style is all like yumekawaii/cutecore :3 like this big ass man dressed in all black and gothic is trying to win over this pastel doll looking girl that he saw :o

jus a thought :p

have a great rest of ur day/ night 小可爱 <3

ofc cutie <33 thank u for the request, sorry this is a little late, but i rly hope you like this ! :3

When Bill first saw you, he was taken aback by your appearance but in a good way. He thought you were the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on and loved how you were the polar opposite to him. You were so colorful and always wore the cutest skirts and dresses with your white tights or knee-high socks, with the most adorable jewelry and makeup. He loved it and immediately wanted to talk to you.

Bill was noticeably a lot taller and wore all black unlike you, as he also did his eyeshadow in the same color which you liked, a lot. He walked over to your direction, looking you up and down as he's never seen such a pretty girl like you around before. You were already looking at him before he had walked over to you but looked away when you noticed he was going to your direction.

"I just had to say that I think you're super cute" Bill admitted, looking at you with soft eyes and admiration, leaning his arm against the wall. You blushed and looked back at him with the same look in your eyes. " Oh wow, thank you..I can say the same about you" you admitted as well softly while blushing causing him to smile. He looks down at your pink bracelet with little charms on it and takes your wrist gently. "This is so adorable; I absolutely love your style." He really knew how to make a girl smile like crazy, you didn't know what to do with yourself. He was so loving and gentle.

"What's your name cutie?" Bill asked, still full of admiration, looking down at you. "y/n" you replied. "y/n, what a beautiful name" Hearing him say your name made your heart skip a beat, his German accent adding a certain charm to his words. You knew who he was already, but he still introduced himself anyways. "Well Bill, aren't you just the sweetest" you said, smiling more and more. You look down at his veiny hands, his fingers with multiple rings on. You can't help but take his hands to see them closely but really just want an excuse to touch him.

"You've got such cool rings and the most perfect hands" you compliment softly. Bill smiles and takes both your hands in his "They look better holding yours" he says, obviously trying to flirt. You had only just met him but you two were acting as if you'd known each other for years, taking this very fast but neither of you could resist. The way he looked in those jeans, his shirt a little up so his star tattoo was slightly shown, and how your pink skirt complimented your figure perfectly, and your pink eyeshadow with the blue sparkles around it made your eyes pop. You two were the perfect match.

"I know we just met but please just kiss me" you said, straight up. He looked at you surprised but didn't hesitate at all as his eyes lit up "Oh you don't even gotta ask me". You step on his shoes and get on the tips of your toes to make yourself a little taller for him, putting your arms around his neck. He put both his hands on the side of your face and pulled you in, pressing his lips against yours eventually moving one hand to your waist. You both felt all warm inside ^^

You both pull away as you take his hand excitedly "come on, let's go to my place and I'll show you all the cute stuff I got" he happily accepted, holding onto your hand back tightly, happy that he could easily win over the girl that he basically fell in love with at first sight.

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[tobiasrieper]

Bramble: The Mountain King (2023) | Dimfrost Studio

[akkivee]

that bday colour thing making its rounds is making me cry lol pls look what bat’s are

8/21: cinnamon

date characteristic: a leader that balances and brings everything together

colour meaning: energetic, strong relationships, situation analyst

4/14: rat grey

date characteristic: souls are easily captivated by their celestial maiden likeness

colour meaning: gorgeous, graceful, thoughtful

6/29: baby blue

date characteristic: a person who responds to others’ needs with sensitivity

colour meaning: peaceful heart, tranquil, prudent

[nonstop97]

does yunho know he's a pretty boy? Like is he aware? 👀

[ialpiriel]

Watched Nope tonight and man! Good movie!

[kingdomhearts-and-soriku-trash]

Listening to KH 3 version of Dearly Beloved and I was thrown into a loop for a moment like huh-

Idk why every time I think of Dearly Beloved, I think of the same song and idk why but I always expect it to be the same in each game even tho that’s never gonna happen like what. Didn’t hear the familiar tune so I was like, “excuse me huh-”