#if only someone would pull me by it 👉🏻👈🏻

[bonny-kookoo]

I’m obsessed with my princess. I’ll take a late night snack if you have one 🥹👉🏻👈🏻

Since I've been yelled at to make more brat tamer kook content: Here you go, some sweet tension!

Jungkook has come to learn that you know very well how to get under his skin by now.

And you also, not just on occasion, make it a fun game for yourself to see how much you can annoy him before he snaps. Maybe because he's been pretty lenient with you compared to how he would normally like to go at it. He can't really do much about it either- his wolfblood constantly telling him to put you back into your proper place in the pack.

A pack he doesn't have, but that doesn't mean his instincts know that too.

Jungkook doesn't have many canine hybrids as friends, except maybe Yoongi. But since he's bonded to his own partner, Jungkook doesn't really feel any sort of need to care for him like he does with you- though he's not too sure why he's starting to get so attached to you either.

You're just friends- and even that would technically be a stretch to say. He doesn't know you, and you don't know him either.

But he can't deny the fact that he really.. enjoys this game of push and pull you two constantly seem to engage in, every bark sent into your direction only momentarily causing you to follow his word. Maybe you're instinctively able to really figure out if he's being genuinely angry or upset at you, or if he leaves room for you to try and test him on his threats, because otherwise, he'd not be too sure as to why you're just so good at walking that line with him.

And sometimes he has to admit, his fingers are itching.

Just like today, where you're just constantly annoying him by either repeating his words for no reason, or by making his job absolutely impossible. Though, taking care of you at your apartment and making sure you're getting the hang of normal everyday life-tasks wasn't really in his job description, to be fair. He's not even getting paid extra for this.

Why is he doing this again?

He's not sure, but he also can't really think about it for much longer, because right now, you've overstepped the line. There's no way you don't know what you're doing, and no one can blame him for physically acting on this, because how dare you.

You just bit him.

And he's reacting accordingly, at least if someone was to ask his instincts in that moment, a hand on the back of your neck pressing you down into your couch, while you growl to yourself. And the second he realizes what he's doing, he wants to apologize-

when he notices your tail wagging. Even this right now, is still a fucking game to you.

"Don't tell me you're pissed just cause I nipped your arm there." You laugh, probably sensing that he's not serious yet. "Boo-hoo. Now lemme go, I wanna watch TV-" You start to struggle, successfully slipping out of his grip- but he's not done yet.

He can't let this stand.

So just as you're ready to slip off the couch, he grabs you by your waist, just to pull you back, his body entirely covering yours, keeping you in place while he bites your neck.

Scruffs you, like the spoiled, unmannered pup you are.

And the reaction is almost instantaneous- compared to how on other occasions you've simply accepted and reluctantly agreed to his scolding, right now, you're fully submitting, tail between your legs underneath him, a soft whine coming from you. And it's now that he realizes, he's never had the upper hand over you, never had you under control at all.

You've always simply let him win.

Once he lets go of you, ready to apologize for acting so harshly, you instead crawl onto his lap, clinging to him, quietly. Visibly in need for his comfort again, desperate to get back on his good side.

Oddly how he remembers himself acting when he was younger, and scolded by his own parents.

Suddenly, you're not all that bold anymore, not even apologizing, simply leaning into him, rubbing your cheek against his clothes whenever he stops holding you. It all happened so quickly that he doesn't even process it that much right now, but all he knows is that whatever happened definitely got the message across for you.

"I'll never bite again.." You mumble into his shoulder, hiding away from him, and he laughs, running a hand up and down your back.

"No, it's fine. It just caught me off guard." He explains himself. "I'm a wolfdog mix, so I apologize I reacted like that. I couldn't really help it." He offers you, and you nod.

"No, I was being mean." You defend him. "Can I continue cuddling you? Or do you want to leave?" You ask, giving him the genuine option to go- and he knows, he probably should.

But instead, he shakes his head, and sits a bit more comfortably.

Holding you until you fall asleep, while he watches some random TV channel in your apartment.

[bombuni]

Please I LOVE your puppy yunho drabbles 😭😭

Would love to hear your thoughts on puppy yeo 👉🏻👈🏻 I have such a soft spot for this boy but it's so hard to find yeo content 🫠

(possibly how yunho would respond to MC getting another puppy? Not sure if you write poly or not so no pressure!)

-lyra

contains: nsfw, puppy!yunho (in my head he’s a retriever hybrid) puppy!yeosang (doberman duhhh) switch!yeosang (but he’s really dom-leaning in this), switch!yunho, fem!reader, breeding, threesome, biting kink, voyeurism (kinda)

minors dni

I WENT A LITTLE OVERBOARD BUT. i. Thought this idea was so hot. thank u for even asking this bc OMFFG. And Dw I will write enough Yeosang fics to feed the UNIVERSE!!!!

Yunho’s not too happy about having a new guy in the house. He’s much quieter, pushing Yunho’s attempts at conversation away as if he’s too good for him. His nervous eyes follow his every move and his frost-colored, cropped ears pin his location wherever he is.

You swear he’s sweet to you. And Yunho’s seen it, he is. He sits next to you voluntarily, actually has conversations with you, touches you fleetingly.

You tell Yunho it’s only for a couple days. That Yeosang’s owner was traveling, and he needed a place to stay in the meantime. Yunho’s glad to hear it’s temporary, now cheerily spouting hello’s at Yeosang any time he sees him (still ignored.)

Yunho’s not too worried when you leave them alone to run errands one day. Of course he doesn’t want to part from you, but he understands the need for alone time. He doesn’t protest when you leave, but the door slamming shut and the silence that follows makes his stomach drop.

Gosh, sometimes he doesn’t realize how much he really needs and craves you. It’s like his body is so used to having you 24/7, the sudden departure just causes him to wilt and deflate. He sits on the couch, away from Yeosang, somberly. His chin rests in his hands, blankly watching the TV and counting the seconds until you get home.

Yeosang notices. He doesn’t want to say anything, but Yunho’s pouty lips are making something inside him stir. To Yeosang, Yunho is just a pestering pup. Always yapping and annoyingly sweet. He’s not used to being around someone as endearing as him, and he’s mad he’s falling for his tricks. Yunho subconsciously whines while he watches the clock, so used to you listening to his every beck and call.

“Quiet,” Yeosang mumbles, trying to comfort him, “She’ll be back soon.”

Yunho had almost forgotten about Yeosang. He rolls his eyes, “What do you care? You’re just a meanie,”

Yeosang snorts at the nickname, “I don’t. You’re just annoying.”

Yunho takes that as his sign to push more buttons, suddenly throwing himself onto the couch and laying his head onto Yeosang’s lap, “I’m soooo bored, Yeosangie, let’s do something.”

Yeosang grumbles, but makes no move to leave, “Get off of me, mutt,”

Yunho laughs at that, “You’re one to talk,” he stretches his arms casually, as if this is an everyday occurrence, “Why don’t you make me?”

Yeosang stews for a few seconds, pouting to himself because of his predicament. Yunho has forgotten the whole thing, back to watching the boring program selling pretty diamond earrings.

Ah. That reminds him of something.

Yeosang’s hand crawls sneakily from his side to Yunho’s head, making no sound before harshly pulling on one of Yunho’s brown, floppy ears. A yelp comes out of Yunho as his head follows Yeosang’s directions, the sound turning into an embarrassed moan.

Yunho flushes at that. He’s embarrassed because he thought the only one who could pull those noises out of him were you. He feels like a slut for wanting more.

Yeosang is smirking cockily down at him, a smaller blush on his face, but his hand remains on Yunho’s ear, “See? Dirty mutt,”

Yunho’s cock stirs at that. He enjoys the game of punishment, and his voice trembles in anticipation, “‘M not-“

The door suddenly unlocks and it blurs the lines between what’s happening and you. He’s excited at the thought of you finding him like this. He wants to prove to you both what a good boy he can be.

You turn once your bags are put away and Yeosang watches in real time as the perverted smile on your face grows when you process what’s happening.

“My sweet puppy, what did you do to Yeosangie?” You coo at Yunho, leaning on the arm of the couch with a sweet smile.

You’re so sweet and soft and it makes Yunho want to explode on the spot, “N-nothing-“

Yeosang tugs at Yunho again, “That’s a lie.”

You tsk, your hand coming up to trace Yunho’s jawline and god, he really wanted you to touch him already, but that’s not enough. It’s never enough.

“I’m sorry for my puppy’s misbehavior,” you turn to Yeosang, “I think just for that, he doesn’t get to cum.”

Yunho’s eyes widen at that, “B-but I’m good! I’m being a good puppy!”

Both you and Yeosang give him an incredulous look and he knows there’s no way he’s winning. He hardly does with just you.

He whines pitifully, but he sits back and shuts his mouth in obedience. He knows he’s winning with you when you give him another soft, lovesick smile. But, Yeosang just stares.

Before Yunho can say anything, Yeosang is pulling you into his lap and marking you as his own. His lips trail from your jaw to your collarbone, back to your mouth. It’s intoxicating, watching you both lose yourselves to each other. Yeosang licks a stripe between your neck and shoulder and it sends a shiver down Yunho’s spine.

The room is suddenly too hot for Yunho, his hands and skin yearning, burning to feel any sort of touch from either of you. But, it never comes. He sits, whines, and watches as Yeosang keeps his tongue down your throat. He can’t help it when one of his hands flies down to his aching cock, trying to soothe the urge to pound you until you’re full. Like he usually does.

Yeosang sees out of the corner of his eye, “Don’t.”

Yunho’s eyes brim with tears. He’s shaking, trembling, fucking aching, to feel something (you) and he’s being denied. He can’t take it. To rub salt into the wound, Yeosang bites down on the same spot on your neck he licked, making direct eye contact with Yunho. You moan and thrash against Yeosang, your hiss of pleasure and pain hitting Yunho’s nerves like it’s him who’s being bitten.

“S-sangie,” your tone is all too familiar, needy and desperate and ready to be fucked dumb by his leaking cock. Yunho wants to, needs to, run to you and fill you up already, but Yeosang won’t let him.

Yeosang pulls your pants down hastily and as soon as your garments off, your sweet smell fills the room. It’s something Yunho will never get used to and something Yeosang is now newly addicted to.

Yunho doubles over at the intoxicating smell, his heightened senses making it just about x100 worse for him, “Please, I just wanna- please let me-“

Yeosang pushes Yunho off the couch, forcing him to sit besides your head and watch as Yeosang’s cock finally enters you. God, you’re wet and creaming on his cock as soon as he fills you to the hilt. Yunho can’t stop watching as your pussy sucks Yeosang in time and time again, even if he’s throbbing in pain because of it. It’s something he can’t look away from.

Your tits bounce against Yeosang’s harsh thrusts, both of your moans mixing and making a song Yunho won’t forget. You turn to look at Yunho, all fucked out, and your hand comes out to Yunho like a beacon of light. He groans lowly when he finally, finally feels the relief of your hand scratching behind his ears. It feels too good, too appeasing, too delightful to have your approval again that he almost wants to cry.

Yeosang keeps fucking you, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room, “What a pervert, fucking leaking everywhere,” Yunho nods feverishly against your hand, not ashamed of the wet spot forming on his sweatpants, “Why don’t you come play with her while I fuck her then?”

Yunho wastes no time in leaning over you and finding his way to your clit. Long fingers spread your juices over you, already familiar with the way you tick. His forefingers rub at your center feverishly, mouth agape and eyes trained on Yeosang’s cock pistoning into you.

You moan and thrash against Yunho’s fingers, all of the attention on you is too overwhelming. Too good.

“Sh-shit,” Yeosang feels you tightening up against him, driving him to fuck you even harder to fill your sweet hole up faster. His voice passes through you like a thunderstorm, soft but fierce with an underlying, dangerous current.

Yunho smirks up at Yeosang, fingers still continuing their quick pace, “You gonna cum? Hmm? Feel how fucking tight she gets?” Yeosang’s hips stutter, his hands shaking against your skin, and god, he doesn’t want this to end, but he really, really wants to take you all for himself and fill you so everyone knows you’re his.

Yunho leans up to Yeosang, hot breath fanning against his ear and sending chills down his spine when his gentle hand runs along the fur of it, “Go on. She wants it all,” the retriever turns to you, “Don’t you, pup?”

You nod but Yeosang doesn’t take that for an answer, “Tell me how bad you want my pups,”

Your hands tremble against Yeosang, “S-so bad, Sangie, please, want you to fill me up.”

The idea of you swollen and heavy with their pups spurs them on. They both let out a shaky breath, before Yeosang fucks you harder than ever before and Yunho leans up to take all of your moans for himself. You can feel his hips grinding against the couch, the wet spot on his pants growing bigger and bigger. He’s your desperate, needy boy like always.

The sight of Yunho desperately and dumbly rocking his hips against whatever he can find and your tits bouncing is almost too much for Yeosang. He whines as he bottoms out inside you, his hips against yours attempting to reach the deepest part of you. You feel him coating your insides white, twitching inside of you as Yunho coos praise at you.

Yeosang is leaking out of you and there’s still more coming. You start to think he might’ve actually filled you to your capacity. Your body’s too hot now, looking down at Yeosang���s cock still balls-deep in you.

Yunho kisses the dreamy look off your face, “Such a good pup, milking Sangie for all he’s got,” his fingers card through your hair, “Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Sangie.” Your voice is trembling. Yeosang pulls out of you and the whine he lets out is completely involuntary. The sight of your cream-covered pussy is enough to get him ready for another round. He can’t get enough of you now, and he realizes why Yunho can’t be away from you for even one day.

You pipe up suddenly, “Yun, you didn’t get to-“

His tail wags frighteningly fast, “Oh no, I did. Twice.”

It’s hard having two insatiable beings tied to you, but you make it work.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

I also think Chan will love a boss girl who can be a submissive only for him in the sheets.

But I bet he would die even for a confident, grunge style girl on the streets , who walks fierce but she's an adorable soft baby and shy girl with him only. Someone who try to hide her naivety with clothes but can't fake it with him.

And imagine him discovering She even inexperienced? I think his corruption kink will go bbrr to know he's the only one she show her real self with.

Also he seems like a perfect care giver, I think he would be so thrilled to take care of someone who's hiding a soft innocent heart. He would adore her and cherish her, I'm crying. I also think he could get very possessive and protective tho. 👉🏻👈🏻

aHHH ! I wrote a response to this but it failed to publish so I gotta write it again.

Yes! This is the perfect concept of Chan in my mind because it caters to his Scorpio Venus of 'this side is for me and for me alone' and it would really adhere to his caregiver nature because it's like

'I love and feel good in knowing that I'm the only one that you feel safe in showing this side too' and it would make his heart soar and dick wet all at the same time.

I can just see Chan's smirk and loving eyes at how you look nervously at the floor, seeing your cheeks and chest blush scarlett now that he's removed your shirt and just wearing your bra.

'Sorry' you chuckle awkwardly as doubt flickered across your face, 'It's just a lot more intense than I thought this would be'.

Gentle hands rub up your arms and shoulders as he pulls you to him, holding you against his bare chest and his low voice whispered in your ear.

'Don't be nervous, I like how sweet and shy you get around me mmm? No one else does and I'll be the only one to ever see those pretty cheeks blush for me right?'

Please @lyramundana and @ddyskz write a piece based on this concept because it's so bang chan coded and it just fits so well.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi! I really loved your stories and I saw that your requests are open! Can I request gavriel with crush!reader having nightmares and panic attacks and he comforts her? Maybe stays with her and it happens again and they confess to each other? 👉🏻👈🏻

Thank you for the love! It means a lot.🤍This is slightly different then the request but I hope you'll still like it.🤍

Chase it all away

Gavriel was willing to wait. With so much experience and so many years lived he had swooned over many females. Shared bed with even more and considered himself having a crush so many times he didn't have enough fingers to bend.

But you felt different the moment he saw you. Maybe it was your much younger spirits, maybe your kind eyes. But all of a sudden Gavriel felt as if he was a young fae boy, only just learning what female attention was. What the butterflies in the stomach meant. That waiting for someone else's glance made you anxious, full of hope, and almost defenseless.

"Lion turned into a kitty cat", Fanrys sighed dramatically, smirking over the rim of his cup. Gavriel drew his eyes back to the table, positioned in the back of the pub, tucked away slightly, providing some privacy for the males and their conversations. "Watch your mouth pup", the older male warned, only causing a bigger smirk to paint the white wolf's lips. Because Gavriel was never defensive, he was calm and cool. His emotions were always intact. Always calculated, he was a true father figure to most, a nurturing yet strict kind. So watching him all distracted and lost in his thoughts was a first.

"I still think you should go and talk to her", the fact that Lorcan even bothered to be a part of this discussion, made Gavriel shake his head. "Do you bunch have nothing better to do?", he lifted his cup of ale to his lips and his eyes wandered off again. Managing to find you with no more than a quick scan of the room. "Oh come on now, you like her. Time is cruel to us all, go get her tiger", Fenrys purred. Gavriel bumped his knee under the table causing Fenrys cup to slide down, liquid pouring all over his clothes, "Mind your business, boy".

And so Gavreil suppressed it all. All gone were the glances. The smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He managed to push it all back and paint the picture that nothing was there to look at. No emotions. No desire. No flustered hearts.

"I thought you wouldn't come for a moment", Gavriel was leaning against the back wall, right as you approached, quickly pulling the hood off your head. Truth was, you've been his for some time. Well, kind of his. The worrier was just so terrified of these new feelings that he kept it all hidden from the noisy people. "Have I ever stood you up", even if your words were supposed to carry bits of humor, Gavriel sensed the shift immediately.

His fingers were under your chin intensely, lifting your head, so the moon would cast its light upon you, letting him scan your features.

"What's going on?", your crystal-like eyes looedk up at the older male in front of you. The idea was to hide it. Even if Lia, your coworker, bluntly pointed out that you are dealing with a male who had lived over six hundred years. But it wouldn't hurt to try, right? So you shake your head slightly. Hoping that he would just drop it.

"Darling, I won't push you but... did something happen?", and it's his eyes that are deadly in this fight. It's Gavriel's caring gaze that has you leaning into his chest as the first tears threaten to roll down your cheeks. Gavriel wraps you up without hesitation. His initial reaction is to look around for any threats. Has anyone lingered at the pub? Caused trouble? Hurt you in any way?

"Just...", you hiccuped suddenly finding it hard to breathe. "Easy love, easy", Gavriel's touch is gentle even if he knows that his hand would be a deadly weapon if he found the one responsible for causing you so much distress. "I had this dream. Someone...", you mutter quietly, "Someone followed me, and now...", you look back quickly, and Gavriel's eyes dart up as well, "He was there", you whisper shout.

Gavriel pulls you behind him instantly, a low growl slips past his lips. He's a hunter at heart and has the desire to slip into the dark alley you just came from. To go and kill every single breathing creature there. He takes a step forward but then halts. You're here. He would be leaving you alone. Upset. Scared and shaking. So he spins back around.

"Drink this", Aelin pushes a cup of tea closer to you. Back to the family house. That's where he took you. A place that no one else was supposed to know of but Gavriel had to. Had to even if Rowan was more than unhappy at first. Not to mention that Gavriel coming back with a girl took them all by surprise.

"Hey, now you're safe", Aelin gently clasps your hand, looking ahead just like you. All the males standing in the corner of the room. The sour expression not leaving Gavriel's face. And it's so strange because, in all of your lifetime, no one had ever cared so much. No one had made it their priority to protect you. Keep you away from harm's way and Gavriel is there telling his closest friends everything in hopes of getting their help.

A couple of males, you don't know the name of, slip out of the room. But not before you see the gleam of daggers in their hands. What will they do? Gavriel closes the distance between you. Gently running his hand through your hair as he kneels closer to you. "How are you, sweetheart?", his tone is low as his tawny eyes piercing through your soul. "Don't go", you whisper. Because something inside you is telling you that he as much as anyone wanted to hunt that creep down.

Gavriel's eyes soften and he's about to object but Rowan cuts in, "I think that's for the best", but Gavriel is shaking his head. He has to go there himself. "You trust yourself enough to not lose control?", Rowan pushes again. Something in Gavriel's expression changes as if he too only now noticed how on edge this all had him. Your hand reaches out to him and he swiftly pulls it closer to his lips, placing a loving kiss there before he nods. Rowan nods back and with a quick kiss on Aelin's temple slips back out to catch up with the others.

Gavriel ushers you up to his room as soon as you're done with your tea. You seem calmer but the moment you're in bed your nerves are at high alert. You can't keep your eyes closed for longer than a couple of minutes. Flinching at any sound outside the door. Gavriel is at war with himself because yes you two had been kind of seeing one another but nothing was official and neither of you had said anything regarding your situation. And yes he had hugged you before but bringing you to his embrace like this. In his bed. Seemed like something you might not be ready for.

But after a third time of you jumping up Gavriel slowly inches closer. You feel the heat from his palm before you feel it touch you. And then he's carefully holding onto your upper thigh as he drags you closer to his body, draping your leg over his lap, pulling you to his side. Your hands sneak to wrap around his middle and you let out a content sigh. Gavriel moves to run his fingers through your hair, twirling the ends before moving to another strand.

"I'll always keep you safe", he mutters making you look up at him, "I know and that's why I like you so much", you lean in, nuzzling closer to his neck. Leaving a soft kiss on the side of his neck. "That's the only reason why you like me?", he teases playfully, and you can't help a tired chuckle at how suddenly prideful he got. "No... You're not too bad to look at too. Not to mention that your hot", your eyes suddenly shot open as you realized how that sounded, and the male-only let's out a laugh, "Hot, huh?", "As in warm Gavriel, as in warm", and you're thankful that your face is in the crook of his neck because your cheeks are burning.

[h4arts]

Hi! I saw that you've opened your requests for s&b sooo can I request a Nikolai x reader where they're in an arranged marriage and they're distant with each other but one day they get ambushed and she's the one who saves Nikolai (like she can fight and she's good at it) and Nikolai is surprised and he starts seeing her differently and they start spending time together and confess? Angst to fluff kind of thing 👉🏻👈🏻

pearls to opals, nikolai lantsov -synopsis: your new husband takes a liking to make small aspects of your new life miserable. it isn't until a close call in an ambush that he truly sees you for who you are, not as your parents painted you to appear. -warnings: injuries, fighting, me not knowing a thing about boats, def not proofread and a bit rushed (i'm so sorry)

Pearls glinted in the dim lighting, reflecting off your mirror as you stare at your reflection. You didn't want pearls, you hated them actually, yet you had to suffer through an entire wedding and celebration with their weight setting into your collarbones. That wasn't even the worst of it.

This wedding was yours, to a man you knew nothing about besides his name. Everything felt wrong, like you were in someone else's skin, taking someone else's place. And in a way, you supposed you were. A soft knock on the door breaks your mind from wandering too far, and at your permission, your mother enters the room, glittering from head to toe in blue velvets and shimmering sapphires. You wondered how she managed to pull off so much blue.

"Feeling alright?" She asks, sitting on the open end of the stool you sat upon.

"Just fine." No, not at all. This whole thing had been arranged, for the better future of Ravka. That's what your father had told you the day you found out of this predicament. A few choice words had slipped past your lips that evening, angering your father, but you didn't care, this was your life, not his. Your anger had been brushed off though, and this was where it led you, a dim room in the palace you were to be married in in mere minutes.

"Good. You look wonderful, the pearls look wonderful on you. Excellent choice on my behalf." The words made your stomach churn with sickness. The pearls didn't belong to you, and even if they had, you would have thrown them into the depths of the sea before ever wearing them. "Come, it's time."

───☆───

That had been months ago, and you had been living comfortably yet miserably since then. Your new husband, Nikolai, had been relentless in his remarks against you during the first weeks of the marriage, but in the last two months, he'd hardly spoken a word to you. You'd sleep in the same bed but on opposite ends, never touching in between. You'd sit beside each other at meals, but only spoke when asking for something closer to the other.

It was constant working around each other, you were hardly in the same room during the waking hours of the day. Keeping this in mind, you weren't sure why your feet carried you towards the harbor Nikolai's returning ship would soon be docked on. He hadn't been there for you, why are you going for him?

The question plagued your mind as you sat on a bench, watching as part of the ship's crew jumped onto the dock, securing the boat to ensure it wouldn't drift away with the tide. Finally, the ramp was set in place and the crew on the docks rushed aboard the ship while others carried crates of various sizes off, a few nodding to you in acknowledgement, which you returned.

A boy slightly younger than you came running off the ship, weaving between the people surrounding him, the unmistakable shout of Nikolai's voice sounding after the boy. He ran right at you, dropping something into the palm of your hand as he passed. You squint after him in confusion, his broad shoulders crashing into the people lining the streets as his long legs carried him away from the docks at a quick pace. Looking back towards the ship, you stifle a laugh and the glare Nikolai sent to the back of the boy's head from over the railing. You quickly turn your head when his gaze turns to you, but you didn't miss the frown that turned almost deeper at the sight of you.

The feel of something in your hand became apparent as you remembered it, but at the sight of it, you wished you hadn't looked. A pearl bracelet with a golden clasp rested in your palm, suddenly feeling heavier that it was. Pushing through the wave of the crew with crates adorning the tops of their shoulders, you climbed the ramp to the boat, weaving your way to Nikolai, who stood surrounded by three other men and women. With a sigh, he waved them away, promising to meet them later, and you took that as a sign to approach the man.

"These wouldn't be of any importance to you, would they?" You hold your hand out, revealing the set of pearls that was currently weighing down your hand with vicious yet imaginary weight.

"Are they not to you? I was under the impression that a girl like you would swoon over such a thing." Nikolai responded dryly, taking the bracelet from your hold.

"Well you're wrong. I prefer diamonds. Pearls are for women like my mother." Nikolai let out a laugh at that, though he was anything but amused by the comment.

"Of course you would prefer the expensive alternative." He was wrong, though. You didn't hate diamonds, but they were better than pearls in your eyes. Anything was, really. Pearls were not yours, they never had been and never would be, but Nikolai couldn't have been more oblivious to the fact as he wrapped them in a soft cloth and returned them to an open crate nearby, presumably where the running boy had taken them from to begin with.

Before you could question why the boy had taken them to begin with, a loud noise echoed through the harbor, followed by the unmistakable sound of gunfire.

"What is going on?" Nikolai didn't get an answer, as you had shoved him aside. One of the attackers swung himself onto the ship, rifle firing at where the two of you had just been standing.

"What does it look like." you frown, breaking off a stick of wood from a barrel that had been broken by the gunfire.

"What are you-" Once again, Nikolai receives no answer his mouth being covered by your free hand, eyes peering around the crates the two of you were hid behind. A creak in the boards sounds from behind, making Nikolai turn to look, but when his eyes returned to your spot, you were gone. Though he had no time to wonder where you had gone before the barrel of a pistol was pointed right at him. Slowly, Nikolai raised his hands, uncurling his legs from beneath him even slower as to not alarm the raider.

"Where are those pearls? I know you've got 'em." Nikolai chooses not to respond as he tries to form a plan of attack. You however, seemed to have beat him to it. With a loud crack, the attacker is sent falling forwards, Nikolai quickly scrambling to the side to avoid being crushed under the other man's weight. You stood before Nikolai now, the stick from the crate held tightly in your hand.

"Well, I guess we both have a reason to hate pearls now." With a disinterested glare, you turn your back to him and race off the boat to the docks where the rest of Nikolai's crew was fending off the others who attempted to attack the ship. He quickly regains a hold of the situation, running behind you to fight as well.

Half distracted, Nikolai fights alongside his crew, still sparing a few too many glances at you. Maybe, he thought, he'd been wrong about you. Or he had just overlooked the obvious. You had held yourself as more of a fighter than a diplomat, someone who was shoved into a role they did not want to play, he knew that feeling too well and wondered if it was too late to fix what shouldn't have happened to begin with.

───☆───

Returning home was not something you looked forward to, anticipating a lecture of some sort. Accompanied by more silence and a continuance of glances that were gone before you could tell if they were real or not. The thought of being ignored by your own husband in a home that was not yours was terrifying, and you hated every moment of it. However, Nikolai spent the journey planning how to change that, how to start over all the things he should have done sooner.

The dirt path came in to view just outside the harbor town. It was a view you'd seen only a few times since your arrival in Ravka, but you'd always wondered what the path looked like from the road travelling through it rather than around it.

"What's caught your eye out there?" Nikolai had been observing your tense posture since the carriage doors opened and he'd sat across from you.

"Nothing. Just looking." You respond. Maybe one day you could come back and travel it yourself. Then, you'd have all the time in the world. He nodded, dropping the subject though he knew it wasn't true.

Once you'd arrived back, you were quick to make a move back to your room, but a hand on your wrist gently pulled you back. Nikolai's hand.

"I need to say something before you go running off again," He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes staring deep into your own, like he was just seeing you for the first time. "I want to start over."

"What?" You were nothing but confused and tired and there was probably an injury somewhere that you needed to take care of.

"This marriage is not what it should be, I know that. And, I apologize it's taken me so long to realize that it was not your fault, but mine." The tension in your shoulders seemed to match his now, this wasn't the conversation you'd imagined would take place. "I've misjudged you, and I've not even given you the time you deserve. If you'd like to leave this place, me, I couldn't rightfully stop you. But if you stayed, this time I'd give you more than just a crown or a spared glance, I can promise that fully to you right now."

This was the promise you'd been waiting for, but it didn't feel right. Not after everything you'd been put through this far.

"I won't leave." The tension in Nikolai's face slowly loosened up. "But it will take time to fix what was broken to begin with."

"Of course. I wouldn't expect anything else."

───☆───

Two months later, your relationship with Nikolai had mended. You were closer than ever, and even the air around the two of you seemed lighter than after the marriage.

One morning when you had been awoken and told to meet Nikolai in the garden, you hadn't been expecting him to take you on the path you'd stared at on the night of the ambush. It was even better than you'd imagined. It was lush and green and the sunlight cast an ethereal glow through the leaved and branches hanging above your heads.

"It's beautiful out here."

"Not as beautiful as you." Nikolai grinned, that stupid grin that made your heart flutter.

"Oh, please." You turn away from him, instead kneeling by a bush blooming with pink and yellow flowers.

"I'm serious," He starts, kneeling beside you and picking a pink one, tucking it gently behind your ear. "Before I forget, I've got something for you." You watch as he pulls something from his pocket and holds it out to you. It was a thinly wired gold ring with an opal stone. It was simple, but it was the prettiest ring you'd ever seen.

"I know you could care less for diamonds, truly. I thought it might suit you." He takes your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. It glinted in the sunlight, reflecting sparkles in your eyes as you admired it.

"I love it, thank you." Lifting your eyes to meet his, he's already looking at you, a soft look like he'd give you everything, and he would.

"Anything for you."

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

reader following jason’s happy trail and kissing down his tummy? can be any verse i’m not picky i just want slightly whiny jay getting attention 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Syrupy golden light shown through the double doors to your balcony and Jason luxuriated in the warmth of your apartment, sinking into your squashy second-hand sofa and stretching like a lazy cat.

It was a good morning. The odd Sunday morning after a night out when he found you happily making brunch instead of panic studying. "Will you hurry up?" he called, stretching again.

"Got your tummy full and now it's naptime?" you tease, padding back into the living room with a cup of coffee.

Jason pouted and reached for you when you set your mug down, "I missed you this week."

"My poor knight," you tut, adjusting so you can straddle his hips and admire. You'd always had a soft spot for big men with big hearts. The fact that Jason was beautiful to look at was a nice plus. But honestly, you just liked feeling safe.

"What're you doing?" he asked, feeling shy. He didn't mind you straddling him- enjoyed it actually. But shirtless, in the daylight; so many of his scars visible- he always waited for you to flinch away. You never had but, he dreaded the day the newest row of stitches was too much. Just past the point of redeemable bad boy to a dangerous man.

"Wondering if you're ticklish," you answer honestly, smiling a little.

Jason raised an eyebrow and reached up, trailing his fingers over your hip, looking for the spot that would make you yelp and wiggle to try and get away from him. "Knowing how to make me so hard I can't think straight isn't enough ammo, Kitten?" he rumbled, relieved.

"No," you answer breezily, smacking his hand away before bending to smudge a kiss against his heart, making him close his eyes. You smile to yourself and kiss the other side. Jason liked soft kisses. He liked being the soul focus of your attention. Being patted and kissed- like home decorating shows it was a sort of guilty pleasure. Something he liked but wouldn't ask for... It was hard to maintain your tough exterior when you whined every time someone nuzzled your abs.

Jason huffed a soft laugh, relaxing into the touch of your lips. The softest whispery kisses trailed down his skin. "I'm not ticklish, Kitten," he breathed.

"Still gonna look," you insist stubbornly; grinning when you looked up to see his cheeks darken when you nuzzle the start of his happy trail and he audibly whined. Who knew. A full tummy and a few kisses was enough to make Jason a needy puddle.

You pause, just above his belly button and smile when he reaches up to stroke your hair, "Feels good," he whined, "Don't stop."

"Not gonna stop," you assure him, brushing a soft kiss above his navel- only for Jason to go from whimpering to biting off a giggle.

"Fuck-" he complained, pouting, "Not fair-"

"You have the same ticklish spot as the Pilsbury doughboy," you giggle, nipping the spot with your teeth. Jason groaned- he'd hoped you wouldn't find it. It was the one spot that ever made him giggle.

"Rude-"

"It's cute," you tell him, leaning back and patting his abs teasingly, "Like knowing you've got some soft spots-"

"Only for you, kitten," he chuckled, pulling you down to pin you underneath him. You could lavish attention on him later. Right now, he just wanted to remind you how tiny you are. And how willing he is to exact revenge when you push his buttons.

[whirlwindimagines]

Hey! <3 it's me again, the anon who requested the scenary of Wolfwood sister x Vash. Thank you sooooo much for taking my request, it made my day! <3

I'm writing again to request you for another scenario if it's not too much trouble 👉🏻👈🏻 and instead of being something romantic, it would be more like a family reunion.

The scenario would be with Vash reuniting with his sister (that would mean that instead of just Vash and Knives, in this scenario it would be Vash, Knives and reader, that means, they're triplets) who he believed to be dead since the Big Fall. How would he react upon finding her and realizing that the little girl he protected and cared for when he was a child was now a full grown woman who knew how to fight and shoot and that all kind of stuff?

I also thought that this scenario would be set in chapter 9 when Vash wakes up on "Home".

I hope all of this makes enough sense 👉🏻👈🏻😔 again, thank you so much for taking my "Wolfwood sister x Vash" request! I loved it! Hope you day is going well! See ya! 💕✨

I’m glad you enjoyed your previous request! I had fun writing it, and I had fun writing this one as well lol this one got away from me, I just kept adding to it and adding to it. Might make a part two with Nai if anyone's interested :) Also spoilers I guess? Also, i'm sorry but the twins with a sister screams the song Hey Brother by Avicii

‘Oh if the sky comes falling down’ 

Vash x Sister!Reader 

You are pacing, you have been for a while now after all this time you thought you’d be a little braver. But it's like you’re that little girl again, scared and always crying and needing to run to your big brothers at the slightest inconvenience.

But it’s been decades now, and you haven’t had the privilege of doing that since before the fall. You remember it like it was yesterday, Rem, the escape pod, and then the desert. You were separated from Nai and Vash at that point. Waking up in the desert alone, everything on fire, you just ran unsure of what to do and where to go. 

You were more like Nai in the regard you didn’t need much to survive, so you wandered everywhere and anywhere with no real purpose, no goals only memories…

You were hiding, sometimes the ship seemed so cold. You didn’t want Nai and Vash to see you crying, it was pathetic! And not even for a good reason, wiping your eyes and sighing you feel all cried out. Someone calls your name, Vash you realize. Wiping your eyes harshly, you stand taking in deep breaths, before answering. 

Vash comes flying around the corner his face lighting up when he sees you, but then he frowns looking at your face. You try to smile but it’s a little watery. “Are you okay?” You nod not trusting your voice, Vash sighs and grabs you by the arm to pull you along.

You start to protest, but you close your mouth at the sound of a piano playing. Your face lights up as Vash pulls you into the room where Nai is playing, he was the best at piano out of the three of you. 

Pulling from Vash’s grip, you move forward to join Nai. He makes room for you on the bench but rolls his eyes at Vash as he pushes you into himself to make room for the three of you. You laugh then, content to sit between them and listen to them both play. 

Nai nudges you, and with some encouragement from Vash, you join in. The piano was not meant for three people to play at once, so it was more of a mess of notes as the three of you stumble over each other's hands. You feel much better now, and don’t notice the look Vash and Nai share over your head. 

You are pulled from the memory when a gentle hand rest on your shoulder, and turning to see Luidas smiling face. “He’s awake.” You thank her, watching her walk away, once she’s out of sight you sigh leaning against the wall and sliding down it to sit.

It was still surreal being here on this mostly operating SEED ship, staying here you could pretend the fall never happened, that you grew up here safe and happy. But you didn’t and you happened upon this ship by pure accident. 

Your luck it seemed had finally run out; you don’t know how many weeks you’d been going for at this point when you collapsed out in the dunes. When you came to you all you could feel was panic because there was no way you were on a SEED ship, you looked the same you were still grown you had all your things it just wasn’t possible. 

Luida knew what you were the instant she met you, it was odd and, in a way, comforting for someone to know your secret. She showed you then some old photographs, and well you simply couldn’t believe it, “That’s Vash.” You said voice slightly awed; she sat down next to you watching you with a soft smile. “Your y/n, he’s mentioned you before, well he thought you were…” she trails off, not having to say it because you thought the same of them. Nai isn’t in any of the photos, and you are simply not brave enough to ask. 

You stand now shaking your head, living in the past wasn’t an option right now. Vash was alive and here right on the other side of that door all you had to do was walk towards it. With a deep breath, you enter he’s sitting up on the bed messing with his arm. He doesn’t say anything, he probably thinks you are one of his friends that you came with. The group you’ve been avoiding for the most part. 

He looks different, older you’re sure you do too. You don’t know what to say, “Vash?” His name you cringe at your watery tone, not expecting to already be crying. He looks up surprised, your eyes meet and his jaw drops. You jump when he stands suddenly, he takes a step forward, stops, and says your name. 

You sob then, moving forward and throwing your arms around him, you’re just crying because you can’t believe it. He’s here, he’s alive and you don’t have to be alone anymore. Your big brother standing right before you, the tears just kept coming. You had made a vow to yourself that you'd no longer be weak and that you wouldn't cry all the time. But none of that mattered, besides you think this was a pretty good reason to cry.

Vash is too stunned to move because it’s you, his baby sister, alive you look different, your older that’s obvious but it’s in your face less alive, less joyful like you haven’t smiled in a long time. He doesn't understand how you are here, on this ship. Home. He wants to ask and needs to know what you’ve been doing all this time. Where have you been? How have you survived? You were the youngest, but you were in Nai's words closer to perfect than he was.

But Vash doesnt ask, he can't even speak, instead, he wraps his arms around you and cries. 

He pushes you back gently to look at your face, “your alive.” It’s the only thing he can say, “so are you.” You choke out, and you look away scared to ask but you have to know. “What about Nai?” You feel him tense, “it’s complicated.” He whispers, leading you over to the bed so the two of you can sit side by side.

You're confused, but let him continue. Vash begins to tell you what he’s been doing all this time, you doubt he’s telling you the whole truth and probably doesn’t want to share the gory details. You let out a ‘huff’ you’re sure no matter how long you’ve been alive he’ll always treat you like a baby sister. But you don’t interrupt, then he begins telling you about Nai. 

Eyes wide you simply can’t believe it, you are not naive you’ve heard strange rumors, hell you’ve seen some strange things as well. But all this death and destruction… was Nai really capable of that? You want to deny it, but you know Vash isn’t lying he would never lie to you. You sigh leaning your head on his shoulder, “well I’m here now, will figure it out together.” 

“Together?” Vash asks with a small voice, you smile “yeah, oh you’re not getting rid of me any time soon. We’re a family, and we have to stick together.” You say it’s a little childish, but you think you deserve to think a little childishly right now. You feel Vash begin to pull away, but you grab his arm not letting him get too far.

“It’s too dangerous, it’s best if you stay here.” You roll your eyes, and you give him a look. “Seriously? So, you think I’ve been holed up in a cave all these years? I’ve been out there surviving all these years by myself!” Your tone is bitter and he flinches, you soften. It’s not his fault, everything had been so chaotic after the fall, “please don’t treat me like a kid, I’m not that little girl anymore.” And you mean if you were not able to be her anymore, not since the fall. 

Vash looks at you really looks at you, and he knows your right. He sighs, “I don’t think I’d be able to stop you anyway.” He says with a laugh, you smile. Right now, everything was perfect, and while your family would never be complete not truly, it still hurt to think of Rem, and thinking of Nai was also painful. But for right, you’d hold on to this happiness and wouldn’t let go.

[theladyofdeath]

Maybe something cut of Elain helping Azriel bandage a wound? 👉🏻👈🏻 Thank you have a nice day.

A/N: I am HERE for tender Elain. Thank you for your prompt! Ship: Elriel Warnings: blood

Elain stepped into the manor and could smell the blood. The thick, metallic scent shocked her senses, causing her body to grow rigid and a small sense of panic to settle in the pit of her stomach.

Considering who her companions were, Elain was always prepared for danger, was always prepared to walk in to find someone bloodied and beaten. However, her sister's manor was not typically the place she walked in on such things. It was usually a safe place, a haven.

"Hello? Feyre?" she called, and when his voice called back, perfectly calm and neutral, she relaxed.

"Elain?"

She welcomed herself inside and walked through the vast halls, only stopping when she reached the sitting room. Azriel looked perfectly comfortable as he laid back on the couch, his leathers discarded beside him and his wings sprawled as he lounged in his thin tunic. Although he looked relaxed, his hair was a sweaty mess and dirt coated his tanned skin. Elain wasn't sure how Feyre would feel having a filthy, sweaty Illyrian on her clean couch, but the thought only made Elain laugh quietly.

"I thought I smelled blood," she confessed, stepping further into the room. "I was worried."

Azriel hesitated before pulling himself into sitting position. He held up his hand, which was wrapped in a dirty strip of fabric. "Don't worry. It's just a scratch. I just got back from the mountains, ran into a little bit of trouble. I was told to meet Rhys here, but I think he got held up."

"Too busy being High Lord?"

Azriel chuckled as he shook his head. "He's with Feyre and Nyx. There's a new exhibit that opened this morning. I won't call him back early, he should enjoy his time."

Elain nodded her agreement as she sat next to him on the sofa and held out her hand. Azriel hesitated before lifting his bandaged hand to hers. She began unwrapping it, realizing it was a strip from the bottom of his tunic. "What happened?"

Azriel kept his eyes on her face as her fingers worked. "Nothing you should be concerned about."

She knew Azriel well enough to know that meant: it wasn't pretty and I don't want to haunt you with the details.

But when the bandage was unraveled, Elain blinked down at the deep cut along the back of his hand, slashed across his scars. She frowned. "Azriel-"

"It's fine."

"It's deep."

"I heal quickly."

"It's still bleeding. How long have you had this?"

"A few hours. The bleeding has slowed. It'll stop soon."

Elain frowned, and Azriel placed his other hand gently over hers. She was always in awe of Azriel, who could slay on the battlefield and do horrendous things for his court, but always touched her with the gentlest of hands.

"At least allow me to clean it," she pleaded, quietly. "You may heal quickly but you are not invincible. An infection is fun for no one."

He nodded, and Elain knew it was purely for her benefit, not his. Pleased, she hurriedly fetched a bowl of water and a few clean rags before quickly searching for clean bandages. When she returned to the sitting room, Azriel had not moved an inch.

"I'm sorry," he said, as she sat beside him. When she frowned, he specified. "I'm sure I don't smell great."

Elain laughed as she took his hand in hers. "There are worse scents than that of a warrior. Promise."

Azriel's eyes drifted to Elain's hands as she laid his wounded hand across her lap. After dipping the rag in the bowl, she carefully ran it over the cut. Even as it stung, he showed no reaction. He let her clean it as she saw fit.

She worked with a gentleness that had Azriel breathing a little bit faster. She cleaned each finger, every inch from his fingertips to his wrist, until his skin was clean and the water was tinged with pink. Setting the wet rag aside, she took a dry one and dabbed his skin until it dried. They remained quiet the entire time, silent save for their breaths that grew heavier with every featherlike touch.

Elain's eyes met his as she unraveled the bandage. After lining the edge up with his palm, she wrapped it around his hand again and again until she ran out of dressing and tied a neat knot. When she was done, Azriel did not move his hand from her lap, but wrapped his fingers around hers.

Elain's lips parted as Azriel's eyes searched hers for any sort of hesitation or discomfort, but he found none. Her thumb ran over his.

"Is that better?" she asked, seemingly breathless.

"Much," he said, quietly, and reached up to brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Thank you."

Elain nodded, and yet neither of them moved. They sat there, thighs brushing one another, holding each other's hands.

It was no secret that they were attracted to one another, that they understood each other deeply and were connected in a way that was far more than simple friendship. Yet, it was also no secret that Rhysand did not approve of a courtship between the two of them, and he was ultimately their High Lord.

It did not stop how her skin currently felt on fire where it touched his. It did not stop the way they were looking at one another now, with secrets and feelings left unspoken.

"I should go," Elain said, quietly. "When they return, would you let Feyre know that I came looking for her?"

Azriel nodded, and for a moment they remained, lost in their own little world for just a minute longer. When their hands finally broke apart, Elain felt suddenly empty as she stood.

Azriel watched her go, watched as she smoothed out her skirt and strode toward the door.

"Elain." Azriel called her name before she made it to the threshold. She quickly turned around to find him standing, but stuck in place. He simply repeated, "Thank you."

She gave him a small, genuine smile as she nodded. "Always."

With that, she walked away, wanting desperately to run into his arms and kiss him recklessly, but she did not. She obeyed, wishing that she did not have to. At least she got to hold his hand, if only for a little while.

[allyymcl]

Hii sunshine!! Your headcanons are adorable!! ❤️ I was wondering if I could request headcanons for our first date with hsl boys after we already became a couple?? 👉🏻👈🏻

—𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗖𝗟 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗦 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚

—pairing; ot5 x f!reader

—genre; fluff.

—warnings; none.

—a/n; hi darling! ty so much, and ofc i will do your request. if one of you also want to request something, feel free to do it! <33 (im sorry it took so long!)

—𝗖𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗘𝗟; movie's at home.

castiel was really glad that you took him first to a date before you guys started going out

he didnt wanted you to know his feelings yet

but now that you two were actually dating, he finally decided to take the lead

thats why, he decided to invite you to his apartment

you had a really hard time convincing your dad

after all, his first impression wasn't really good

but, promising you would get back in time

he gave you permission

then, cas camed to pick you up

and, he confidently said hello to your father and promised to take care of you

(secretly, he was shitting himself)

when you two arrived, his dog jumped right into your arms, licking your whole face

"i think he likes you.." castiel looked in awe how you played with demon.

you two cuddled up on the couch

castiel layed on your chest, relaxing himself at the sound of your heartbeat

he def falled asleep as soon as you started playing with his hair

he kissed your neck lovingly from time to time

castiel didn't payed any attention to the film

he just liked being close to you

when he had to leave you at home

righ in front of your door, he pulled you closer to him by the waist, as he kissed you passionately on the lips, as you interlocked your fingers with his red hair

he couldn't help but smile in the middle of the kiss

(you never knew but, he def blushed all the way home)

—𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗟; coffee.

nath, with those long study-nights, developed a deep love for coffee.

he likes bitter sweet coffe.

also, he thinks is pretty traditional and romantic. thats why he tought that the best idea of your first date.

after school, he took you to the cafeteria.

there, you two made your orders, an started talking about everything.

he was nervous, to say the least.

genuinely, he didn't believe that he,

literally,

could get up and kiss you right now.

like, you two were ACTUALLY dating.

and this was your FIRST date as a COUPLE.

when you two started drinking, you noticed a foam whisker forming on his mout.

then, you started laughing.

"what's so funny?" he ended up smiling at the sound of your laughter.

"here, let me help you"

then, you stretched out your arm a little, gently running your thumb along his lips.

nath froze in his seat, his face and ears burning, feeling butterflies at your touch.

"o-oh..well, thank you.." he said sweetly, as you laughed again.

"you're too cute.."

"you're the cute one, stop it.." giggling, he tried to cover his face.

after you both finished, nath walked you home, saying goodbye with a shy peck on the lips.

—𝗟𝗬𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥; beach.

there's something better than do something you love, with someone you love?

lysander didn't think so

he loved music

actually, he shared with you every song he writed

(even tought you didn't noticed they talked about you)

and he loved music just as much as he loved you, but more

lys took you to the beach, just by the sunset.

in a cool place, just under a palm tree, lys set up a cozy corner for both of them.

you both sat near the sea, the wind blowing your hair.

you watched him, with his captivating smile, and his skin being satisfactorily illuminated by the sun that hid behind the sea.

the water was calm, only those sounds of the waves swaying in the wind could be heard.

"i have a surprise for you…" lysandro confessed, the blush on his face being hidden by the dim light.

"you really...never stop surprising me" you smiled, watching carefully.

lys took out a very nice guitar, carefully kept in a case.

soon, his fingers moved nimbly across the guitar strings, a sweet melody coming from it.

and soon, his voice calmed all your worries. nor the sea, the wind or the birds could be heard anymore.

it was just you and him in the world.

once he finished, he smiled shyly at you.

'this-..well, it's a song i wrote..thinking of you..i don't know if it's what you expected, but really-"

and with glassy eyes, you didn't give him time to finish, when you jumped into his arms.

your lips met his, dancing over each other gently.

his hands wrapped around your hips, caressing your waist. your fingers running through his white hair.

when they parted, they kept their foreheads together.

"oh, lys.. this is more than enough.." you smiled, and lysandro looked at you with pure love in his eyes.

now he's totally convinced he found the right one.

—𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗜𝗡; laser tag.

so, i hope you guys know what laser tag is

well, in this game, there were 2 teams

and you both, ended up in two different ones, becoming rivals

the game consisted of shooting your opponent with a weapon, so that he would be eliminated and your team would take the lead

to tell the truth, you've never played before

in a way, it was similar to paintball

(at which, you weren't too skilled either)

anyway, you ended up successfully dodging the other players' shots

and, on occasions, you managed to shoot them

normally, the games last between 1 hour and a half or 2 hours

at the moment, their game had already been an hour and a half, and there was only one opponent left from the rival team and you

you were going around the labyrinth full of neon lights, being a bit difficult to spot the rest

and then you saw him

armin was the last target

"it can't be!" your boyfriend smiled at you, proud that you're the only one on your team still in the game

"i told you, you didn't trust my skills?" you laughed, approaching him slowly

"well, congratulations i guess. too bad you will lose now…" armin smirked.

you on the other hand, continued to approach. the black haired boy arched an eyebrow, looking at you questioningly

and then, being close enough to him, you clung to his neck, rising on tiptoe to join your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

armin was a little caught off guard, he took you by the waist.

and relaxing against you, pulled you closer, devouring your lips.

and once he let his guard down, you pulled away from him and shot in his direction

and when he had time to process it, the loudspeaker announced the victory of your team

"oh, come here, you little cheater!" and with a false expression of anger, armin began to tickle you

"it's only fair! You let your guard down!" you yelled while laughing

"yeah well i guess..." he smiled "kiss me again to make it up, and maybe i will forgive you.."

and with a big smile, you kissed him, feeling him smile against your mouth.

—𝗞𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡; picnic.

kentin thought a picnic date would be a good idea

once you arrived at the park, he chosed the tree with the most shade, placing the tablecloth and the food

the day was sunny, the river moving calmly, a nice wind..

it was the perfect weather

at lunchtime, after running around a bit, you two sat down to eat

"look, i cooked this…i don't know if it's going to be too good," kentin admitted, taking a slice of strawberry shortcake out of the basket.

"well, i don't think i'm gonna get intoxicated either" you joked.

"you're too mean to me" kentin smirked, carefully watching your expressions.

"it's not good, is it?"

in fact, it is true that it was a little burned, but,

what more adorable than eating a cake made especially for you from your boyfriend?

to think that he put so much effort into it, and that he made it with while thinking of you, was enough.

"it's delicious! A little too crispy, but delicious!" you ruffled his hair, the red of his cheeks spreading to his ears.

you were amused by how nervous he got when you touched him

after all, some things never change

soon, the wind grew stronger, and the day darkened

the clouds turned gray and the sun was hiding fast

and suddenly, a couple of drops began to fall

and just when they finished putting everything away, the rain was already soaking them completely

"this is amazing! there was supposed to be no rain.." kentin looked so upset

"ken, don't stress too much, i had a great time.."

"no...sorry. i screwed up! this wasn't supposed to turn out like this..."

for some reason, kentin was especially affected by the path the date was taking.

however, you had a brilliant idea

"look, you'll see that it's not all ruined!" you smiled

kentin looked at you doubtfully, as you took him by the hand and led him away from the tree, where the rain soaked them completely.

"did you never danced in the rain?" you asked, with a bright smile on your face

"n-no... well... not really..." with the hint of a smile on his face, he let herself be guided by you

and soon, you led him to dance with you ridiculously in the rain

"and you know what else i want to do?" you asked him

"what is it?"

and without giving warning, you jumped on him

quickly, he reacted and grabbed your thighs, pushing them so that your legs wrapped around his torso.

your arms wrapped around his neck, and his lips pressed against yours

it was a dream, a kiss in the rain

they were so close to each other that they only felt their body heat, the rain almost forgotten as the drops slid down their faces, soaking them completely

your fingers threaded through his caramel-colored hair, making him relax at your touch.

and then, after a torrid kiss, they parted ways

"i..this is better than what i had planned" kentin smiled, looking at you with bright eyes full of adoration

"anyway, just spending time with you was enough…" you smiled at him one more time, giving him one last short kiss.

[rosieblogstuff]

Can I get “Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you.” For dribbles plz 👉🏻👈🏻

Hey remember that drabbles prompt list from back in August? WELL GUESS WHAT. I have a drabble for you. I got this specific prompt twice and started (but didn't finish) two different drabbles for it. Drabble #1:

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Liquid quivered in Riley’s vision as she locked the bathroom door. It was a small room with an excess of grungy white tiles, like it wasn’t often cleaned. A sun-stained lacy white curtain fluttered against a tiny half-open window over the toilet. The thump of the bass pulsed against the walls, barely muted by the thin door.

It was the only bathroom on the first floor of the house. She couldn’t stay here all night, in this small, dingy space that seemed to be the only safe spot in the house. Someone else was going to want to use it pretty soon.

Much too late, staying home and obeying her curfew seemed like such a good idea. She shouldn’t have come to this stupid party in the first place. Half the people here were ten years older than her and all of them were drunk, or high, or both. They were all too loud and too stupid, and some of them were way too handsy. She’d thought she’d feel like one of the cool kids, attending this forbidden party. Instead, she felt like a gazelle that had wandered into the middle of a pride of lions.

Hand shaking, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and flipped it open. The screen came on and she entered her passcode, then thumbed the button to open her phone contacts.

Then she hesitated.

In her head, she could hear Jack’s voice from a year ago, when he’d dropped her off at another (much less awful, much more fun) party: “If you’re in trouble, just call and tell me where you are. I’ll come get you. No questions asked.”

She had scoffed at the time, she’d never need such a service. Disbelieving that she’d want to call him if she did.

Now she was here, and she did, and she desperately wanted to call Jack. He would know exactly how to extract her from this situation she’d gotten herself into. He would take her home

She wanted it so badly she could forget how angry she was with him.

Because Jack was gone. Jack had packed his things and left and never come back. He hadn’t called. Hadn’t emailed. Hadn’t even sent a Christmas card. He’d disappeared so thoroughly that the search she’d set up for his new address had turned up nothing at all, even two months later.

But she still had his number in her phone. She could still call it. Maybe he’d answer. Or maybe he wouldn’t, or she’d discover the number was disconnected. One click and three rings and when he didn’t answer, the last of his tower of lies would come tumbling down. He wouldn’t be there, like he’d promised he always would be.

The party seemed to disappear as her finger hovered over the OK button, waiting for her to initiate the call.

One hot, fat tear spilled over her eyelid and down her left cheek. She wiped it away on her shoulder. 

Maybe Jack wouldn’t answer at all. But maybe Jack would answer, and be mad at her for bothering him, and hang up on her, and shatter her heart all over again. That would be the worst thing of all. She could survive having been abandoned, but she wasn’t sure how she could survive being rejected.

Better not to take the chance. She clicked up, moving the selection on the screen from call to block number, and clicked OK. She drew in a shuddering breath and let another fat tear spill down her cheek as she clicked the back button.

[fanfic-chan]

Number 13-Blush with Thomato Lupical! Pls pls pls 🙏🏻 (*^o^)／🍡🍡＼(^-^*) dango bribe!👉🏻👈🏻

Day 13: Blush

Ler!Ayato/Lee!Thoma

"Oh my Thoma, are you blushing?"

Ayato chuckled as the housekeeper merely went redder in response to his question, rather than answering verbally. "Really, there's no need to be so embarrassed. I meant what I said about how reliable you are. I truly had no intention to tease you... This time. Though I am sorry if I embarrassed you." The clanhead said honestly as he walked up to his flustered subordinate, who was currently busying himself with the dishes in an attempt to distract himself.

"I- I know that my lord! There's no need for you to apologize, really. I'm sorry, it's just... You said it in front of all those guests, and I suppose It's erm... just a little flustering, that's all." The blonde admitted, rubbing the back of his head bashfully as he finished drying the last piece of silverware from tonight's business dinner.

"Ah. I see then. So you were embarrassed." Ayato hummed thoughtfully, a playful smile pulling at his lips when the poor housekeeper only went redder, somehow.

"Y-Yes, my Lord. I suppose that's it." Thoma stammered out honestly, hesitantly turning away from the sink to look at his employer, only to gasp in surprise when he suddenly came face to face with him. When had he gotten so close?!

"Ah, that is understandable" Ayato continued on, seeming completely unfazed by Thoma's shock, "Though I must say, I'm a tad dissapointed that my words failed to have the intended affect. Perhaps I could make it up to you in some way?" Ayato suggested, the playful glint in his eye betraying his kind tone, "Y'know, like when we were younger~?"

It took a moment for Thoma to realize what the other man meant, but then it registered. A dozen or more old memories suddenly resurfacing of a much younger Ayato tickling him to near tears anytime he felt he had wronged him in some miniscule way, because according to Ayato, "What better way to repay someone than to make them laugh?" Though, in all honesty, Thoma really thought he was just using that as an excuse to tease him.

"I-I really don't think that'll be nehehecessary my lord, really..." He said, a nervous grin already starting to spread across his face. He tried to take a step back, only to find himself trapped between his friend and the counter. Ayato grinned.

"Oh but I insist, it's really no trouble at all Thoma." The commissioner insisted, "After all, it simply wouldn't do for me to leave this matter unresolved now would it?"

"A-AH!! M-My lord! Wait! Hohohold on! Nohohoho!!" Thoma didn't get a chance to finish his response before he was suddenly being wrestled to the floor and pinned there, Ayato's fingers digging into his sides playfully as he smiled down at him, "Hahahaha!! Stahahahapihihit!! Aha- Ahahahahayatoo"

"Ah. I'm afraid I can't do that Thoma, I do owe you a good laugh afterall, and it has been a while since we've done this no? Why not make up for lost time then?" Ayato grinned, and so they stayed that way, Ayato continuing to tease and play around with his giggling friend, just as they'd done many times before in those early days when Thoma had first arrived.

[potionpeddlerpatchy]

Pretty wifey!! What a cute event! Happy anniversary!!! Mayhaps if one is so inclined, I can join you for a story from the intriguing book of old with cuddles from my adorable wifey? 👉🏻👈🏻 you know my preferences already if you need them 🥺

My darling Onyx, how grateful I am to always have you by my side. Even as this shop was just a mere thought in my mind, there you were to help support me and see it through. I cannot thank you enough for all the kindness you have given forth, but please allow me as many chances as you please so I can 💛

And please, take as long of a look as you want to, and look upon the many books that have taken up my shelves over the years. Perhaps one, in time, will speak an interest to you?

As well, I am more than happy to stay nearby with some tea and company as you read whatever story you find 🔮

You felt laughter bubble over you as the lively dance and song continued to fill the air as the warmth of the cottage soothed your cold bones and helped sooth your mind from the traumatic experience you just went through. You had not expected your own family would try and do you harm, least of all when you were collecting fruit from them in the orchard – one that was given to you on your seventh birthday. And the chase that ensued to get away from that huntsman, through that dense and dark forest. It almost sent a shiver down your spine remembering all the screaming creatures and branches that caught your dress.

But, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. This cabin you were currently residing in on the graciousness of the dwarves that lived there; how they came rushing out to help you in the house made you want to cry within their smaller arms as you thanked them profusely.

There were seven of them – all of them introducing themselves with pride, almost as if there trying to show off to impress you in some form. Lev, was the tallest and the so found ‘leader’ of the group before you. Inuoka introduced himself next, happily stepping forth and taking your hand in his.  With an apologetic smile, Yūki waved hello to you, sniffing his name before another sneeze rang through the air. Shōhei took over and shook your hand next, though he was a man of few words he happily shared his name with you. Teshiro followed, more bashful than the rest – you could only assume due to him being the youngest of the group. With a nudge from a few others, all you got was a nod of acknowledgement from the next dwarf, before Lev had to speak up and properly introduce Taketora to you. And Kenma was the last, though you were not surprised that given his lack of enthusiasm as he told you his name.

They all welcomed you to their home, kindly allowing you to stay for as long as you needed. After all it did seem like you were running from something awful; and it would not sit right with them if they couldn’t help someone as lovely as you.

And now, here you were as you clapped along to the lively beat that was started by Inuoka. Feet stomped and clambered as they danced along, they pulled you along for a swing or two before you had to rest your poor aching feet. But it was not long before a few of them crouched down near you once again, doe-eyed as they stared up at you to ask for a story; to get to know even more about you.

With a playfully exasperated sigh, you relented as you sat further up in your seat; doing your best to stifle the small giggle in your throat as they all gathered at your feet. “Once there was a princess” You began,

“Was the princess, you?” Lev interrupted, shying away with a bashful smile when you shot him a look.

“And she fell in love - !”

“Was it hard to do?” Yūki asked, sniffling once more to stifle another sneeze

“No, it was very easy!” You giggled in return,  finding their inquisitive nature rather adorable “Anyone could see that the Prince was charming! The.. the only one for me…”

“Was he strong and handsome?” Inuoka asked.

“Was he big, and tall?” Shōhei followed, head tilted to the side.

“There’s nobody like him, anywhere at all.” You smiled at them, you sighed once more when Teshiro piped up, cheeks bright pink

“Did you say you loved him? Give him a kiss?”

“Alright, alright!” You spoke, tone still in a humorous mood as you shooed them and their questions away “If you wish for my story, then no more interruptions now, you hear?”

With a small nod from each of their heads, the all huddled closer together as they waited with baited breath for you to speak again. Taketora merely grunted in annoyance as he stood to walk away, he made it clear such a story was not his cup of tea; though you did showcase some interest as he settled down in a chair on the far corner of the room.

Once you settled further in your chair, you began you tale of how you met the Prince. His name was Tetsurō Kuroo, and his father was a friend of yours. Over the years he had visited your kingdom when the first autumn leaf fell, he always left before the winter took a hold and blanketed everything in white. Though, a war that broke out near his kingdom made it difficult for those yearly visits to occur, and thus it had become nearly ten years before you caught wind of another visit from him.

Eagerly you waited him, as you hummed a familiar tune to yourself within the gardens of your home; fetching a pail of water to help with the preparations needed within the kitchens for the new arrival of royalty. He startled you, as he preached himself upon he stone wall nearby the well, and listened to you sing. He startled you so fiercely that you began to run away, his pleading otherwise rang on your deaf ears as you made your way inside.

But he was not deterred as he called out to you as he told you who he was, and how eager he was to meet you after all these years. He made claims on how beautiful you were, how he had written to you whenever he could, and now he just wants a moment to chat with you like how you once did when you were but younger.

His pleads did cause you to come forth from when you were hiding. After you saw his charming smile, they way his eyes sparkled when you looked down upon him, that you couldn’t help but agree; bashfully you gave him just where you would meet him – within the meadows where no prying eyes could disturb you.

And that’s when you were attacked.

With a sigh, one tinged in sadness, you ended the story abruptly. Made an ending that would appease the dwarves that sat so close to you before you feigned fatigue and asked to for a place where you could finally rest your head. You had wanted to meet him, to allow you the chance to know him like you once did, to see his beautiful smile once more.

You had only hoped that he figured out that you scurried off into the woods, to follow the small pieces of fabric to find you here. But you knew it was not to be.

The next morning you rose, and were greeted warmly once more by the kind men has they wished you a lovely day before making their way, one by one, out the door to do whatever work they needed tending. You figured, with the amount of time you were alone, you figured you would take it upon yourself to give back some of the kindness that was given to you.

You washed, every surface you saw, all the cupboards and tables, even made their smaller beds for them. You washed the mountains of dishes they had piled up, and even took it upon yourself to wash the few articles of clothing they had upon the few soft chairs and floor. With the afternoon sun was in the air, you hung them to dry as the dinner you were preparing was slowly cooking away inside.

That’s when an old woman stumbled across your path; a large basket of apples within her hands as she begged for some water. Eagerly you ushered her inside, as worry over her state become almost overwhelming as you rushed to give her that cup of water she so desperately needed.

“Thank you, my dear” She croaked, voice still raspy from the dehydration she was afflicted by “truly you are too kind”

“Nonesense,” You replied, as you went to fill her glass again “it would be more odd to find someone unwilling to help, especially when you seemed so distraught.”

“Even so, I cannot thank you enough” She replied, taking another sip of her water before she weakly pulled her basked of apples upon the table you sat her down at “May I please repay your kindness with one of my own?”

“There is no need,” You tried to reason, as you shook your head to discourage her from parting with the goods she must surely have struggled to get herself.

“Please, I cannot in my right mind walk away from here without showing my gratitude in some way” The old woman nearly begged, as she continued to push forth her basket towards you.

You knew you could not try and argue with her further, it seemed her mind was made up as well, you always found it difficult to try and turn down gifts given to you by those who so desperately wanted to appease you. And if this woman was trying to showcase her own kindness, you found it would be insulting to decline her than to follow through with her request. With a polite smile, you took hold of the nearest one atop the pile.

“Please, would you mind taking a bite of it?” She asked, her body fell more weak upon where she sat as she regarded the bright red apple in your grasp “I wish to know if they are good, worth my coin and worth bringing back to my home.”

You simply nodded, for you saw how she struggled to carry such a heavy basket before. It would break your heart to have her carry it further for nothing. With a quick huff of your breath, you then shined the apple upon your sleeve before taking a bite.

You made a noise of content as the wonderful flavour spread across your tongue, but just as quickly you found yourself unable to voice such satisfaction as your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes became lidded without your consent, and before you could begin to stand you had slumped forward upon the table. Stuck in an endless sleep with no hope of getting up on your own.

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“He’ll come to you.” A familiar voice broke you from your trance, as your eyes darted away from the page your had been reading over again and again.

“Pardon?” You blinked up at the peddler who sat nearby, in the same chair you remember her being within as you began to read your story, as you tried to regain a semblance of the thought process you once had

“He comes back to you” She responded again, her tone as matter-of-factly as it was before “It will him awhile, but he’ll come to you.”

“Wait!” You called out to her, doing your best to stop her from walking too far away from you as you tried to comprehend once more what she meant “Wait, are you talking about the Prince in this story.. or?”

“I am.”

“And you meant to tell me he will come rescue the Princess I was reading about?” You asked, as you held your book higher in your grasp; though you became more confused by her response before she got up to tend to another patron, to leave you alone once again to continue reading onward.

“Sure. But whether it be you or that princess he comes to first, I do not know.”

Please, keep reading while I tend to my patrons, I would love to see how this all ends~ 🔮

I do hope you wish to keep what you found, for all 'sales' are final

[moonchildstyles]

Omg so an aster idea right - so Mitch or someone keeps saying stuff offhandedly like “damn H, I never realised how much Uve changed since u met angel” and he’s like “ikr like I look back and I’m like wow I’m so different but that’s cos of angel” and angel hears it and she starts getting in her head that she’s changing H and Sarah’s like “yeh u r loll” and she’s like omg no !!! :(((( cos she’s heard people complain that their SO changes them or is trying to and she gets all :((((((( and tells H if he wants to do stuff he used to do like go out more and party and have more fun like that she’s ok with it and he’s like 😶but I don’t wanna do that😶 and she’s all “but I’m changing u and that’s a bad thing” and he’s like “🥺🥺🥺🥺 no it’s not” and she’s like “🥺🥺 yes it is ur changing u said it urself” and he’s like “yeh I’m changing but in a good way looking back I don’t think I really liked myself but now I do and that’s cos of u” and she’s all like :))))) (shy smiles and blushy) and she’s like “I think I changed as well because of u but in a good way - like before I was always so 👉🏻👈🏻👉🏻👈🏻 in a bad way and now I’m a little more open and stuff which I like” and he’s like :))) good

Omg:((((( no like totally she overhears a conversation like that and immediately calls back to like tv she’s seen or movies ab ppls S/O’s changing them or wanting to change them and she’s immediately upset bc that’s never seen in a good light in her little movies and what she’s overheard at school:( so she’s like super nervous and asks Sarah if she feels like h has changed and she says yes too like completely harmless she’d lose it:( bc she likes Harry as he is she doesn’t want him to change at all:( so it takes a lot of confidence on her end when she comes to spend the night on a Friday when she’s sure that used to be the kind of night he would go out w friends or go out drinking whatever so she sits w him and h? And he’s already looking at her w sparkly eyes all clean of his liner and yeah angel? And she’s trying not to get distracted and “I just wanted to tell you that you don’t always have to stay at home with me okay? If you want to go out and have fun w the boys at like a club or bar or something and make friends I’m okay w that you don’t have to be stuck at home w me” and she means it so innocently big eyes and all and she wants him to do what makes him happy even if it’s going out and seeing ppl but she’s really going to be sad if he jumps on that chance:( but all he does is get a little furrow brow and “you don’t want to hang out w me?” And she feels so bad bc that’s not at all what she was saying!!!! And “nonono h no ofc I love hanging out w u :( I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t do things anymore since you’re w me” and he scoots a little closer and tugs on a piece of her hair relaxing and “but I don’t want to do any of those things anymore I like being here with you watching the same movies and cuddling “ and she’s like but h:( that’s not what you did before and I don’t want to change you any more than everyone is already saying I have:( and he gets a little smile and but baby? That’s not a bad thing you’ve changed me but only in good ways you know that? And she’s still just :(((() but h I’m not supposed to change you and hd pulls her to him before “angel looking back before I met you I did a lot of things I thought were fun and carried myself in a way that I thought I was happy with but you’ve showed me so many wonderful things including the person I want to be:) I’m happy with the person that I am when I’m w you and that’s all that matters” and she hadn’t really seen it like that when she overhears the conversation or asked Sarah:( and she’s like so good changes? And he’s like ofc baby only good changes and he’s kissing her face:( I think I’ve changed you too, don’t you think? Only in the good ways ofc:) and she’s all thinking ab it w big smiles and yeah I’m not as scared all the time anymore and I..I trust ppl easier bc of you:)” and I think that would almost make him cry bc he just loves her so much