#need something nice before continuing with other things

[spooky-wisp]

"I had to talk to you."

Repost from other account

2.4k words

CW: Heavy flirtation, canon divergence (S4 end events didn't happen), College Student!Steve, Steve has shit eyesight

October 13th, 1989

Steve sighs, leaning back on the drivers side of his 1983 BMW. Burgundy paint starting to chip on the hood, the car becoming less appealing day by day. Girls passing by not even looking in his direction anymore. He was old news in Hawkins after people found out he had finally started at a college half an hour away in Fort Wayne. Just starting his life like everyone else did 4 years ago just wasn't appealing to most girls.

At least not Hawkins girls.

But at this point he didn't care. He was proud of himself for pulling his life together after all the bullshit he had been put through. With saving an entire town too many god damn times. Cutting his dad off when his parents divorced. Moving out to get a rented house with his best friend Robin. Just what he learned he needed over time.

Getting into a good school by himself with no help was just a cherry on top of the fuck you sundae he graciously served his past problems.

He was satisfied with what he had right now.

Dustin walks out of the new game shop in the newest strip mall to grace Hawkins. Steve looks up, pushing his Ray-Ban sunglasses onto his head.

"You made it out before, Robin. I'm surprised." Dustin glanced at the instrument shop a few doors down, then back to Steve. "You get what Eddie needed?"

"Mostly yeah. She's still getting her trumpet fixed?" Steve shrugs at Dustin's question and slides his sunglasses down in place again.

"She probably got distracted looking at something shiny and new. You know Robins crow brain sometimes." Dustin laughs, looking into his bag, shuffling a few things around inside.

Steve looked over at the liquor store at the end of the strip mall. Looking back at Dustin, he taps the top of the car. His head snapped up, eyes a bit surprised at the sudden noise.

"You want anything?" Steve asks, tilting his head back towards the store.

"Coke? If they got it." Dustin simply replied before getting in the back seat. Steve nods and walks to the liquor store.

The bell chimes over his head as he walks through the door. He takes in the warmth of the store and the radio playing over the speakers on the ceiling. Such a nice contrast to the crisp Autumn air outside.

He turns heading down an isle of assorted liquor bottles and bar accessories before finally stopping at the fridge. Humming along to the song over the radio, mumbling the lyrics to 'I wanna know what love is' absentmindedly.

Sliding his glasses down his nose, he squints at the selection. All the labels are blurry the farther he is, he steps forward rubbing his eyes and sure doesn't help with the florescent lighting blinding him from above.

God I need to get my eyes checked.

Opening the fridge, he grabs the 3 soft drinks and a 6-pack for later when he hears a metal scrapping and whoosh next to him. Followed by a muffled but panicked "Shit!"

Looking over, he sees the back of a squatting woman struggling with a metal shelf slipping out of one of the fridges.

Walking over, he quickly puts his things down and pushes the shelf back in. The metal shelf, cold against his warm skin as he reaches into the fridge, fixing the fasteners back into place.

An issue he's all too familiar with working at Family Video. The fridge racks always got loose and every time it happened he was always made to clean them up. He could only imagine the mess a bunch of glasses and beer would have made.

"Thank you so much!" The woman speaks as Steve stands up, slowly closing the door. Looking back, he finally sees your face. His lips slightly part as you continue talking, he can't hear a word you're saying right now.

All he can hear is the very oddly convenient Foreigner song playing over the store radio as he takes in every detail of your gorgeous face. From your shiny hair to your bright smile. The vibrant colored nail polish on your fingers you're waving as you talk. You're unfamiliar, he's never seen you before, but you're an absolute stunner of a woman.

Steve never thought of himself as a love at first sight kind of guy. But right now he was undoubtedly being proven wrong by the spark he was feeling, not to mention the nervous knot in his stomach.

"But really you're a life saver... Thank you." You stop talking, looking at him. Your face falls as he perks up, realizing he's just been staring like a complete idiot this entire time.

"You're welcome!" He spoke, choking almost over how inappropriately loud he was for a second. Feeling the effect of not talking to women for a while really hit him. You look down at his soon-to-be purchases.

"Full Sail Amber. Good beer." You comment, making him look at the floor and nod.

Crouching down, he grabs his things and stands cracking his head on one of the fridge door handles. His sunglasses fell off his face and onto the floor. He stands up wedging his soft drink between his side and arm. Rubbing his head with a hiss.

"You okay?" You ask with a slight chuckle. Bending down, you grab the sunglasses, Steve moves his hand, grabbing the bottom of the door handle to shield your head from injury.

"Yeah, thanks." Before he gets to put his hand out to take his Ray-Bans back, you slide them on his head with a soft smile.

God she's so fucking pretty.

"You're welcome. And thanks again for... Saving me from paying for a full shelf of beer." She turned down the isle to another part of the store.

Part of Steve wants to follow you and try chatting you up, but the slight embarrassment of hurting his head just keeps him from doing so.

He turns, goes to the front of the store and makes his purchases. Heading outside, he walks to his car, finally seeing Robin in her usual spot, the passenger seat. Opening the driver's door, he slips in.

"There you are!" Robin looked at him, her trumpet case in-between her legs on the floor of the car.

"What's with the face?" Dustin asks, Steve looking at him in the rearview, glaring.

"Shut up Henderson." He hands them their sodas, moving to close his car door when he hears the bell from the liquor store chime.

Out you walk, starting across the parking lot to a top-down red 86' Volkswagen Cabriolet. Steve freezes, staring again. He really can't help but stare.

"Oooh." Robin and Dustin both taunt him, making him sigh. He needs more friends, fewer annoying friends.

"She's pretty." Robin says looking at Dustin.

"Too pretty to talk to, apparently." Dustin adds, laughing as he looks back at Steve.

"I talked to her in the store." Dustin raised his eyebrows, pushing his baseball cap up a bit.

"You asked her out?"

"No." Steve watches you load your bag into the back seat and start pulling the top up on your car.

"Not too late!" Robin smiled, taking a sip of her drink. Dustin looked at her.

"He's not gonna do it."

"No, he's gonna do it."

Steve feels like he has a devil and an angel bickering on his shoulders right now. His foot meets the new asphalt of the parking lot as you open your driver's door.

He's quickly out of the driver's seat.

"Holy shit he's doing it." Dustin comments as he shuts the door on them.

He stops at the bumper of his car, hearing your car engine click over. Music pours out of your open windows before you turn it down quickly.

The universe is screaming at him to talk to you when he starts hearing that familiar Tears for Fears song, 'Head Over Heels'.

Please don't pull away, please don't pull away.

He nearly sprints across the parking lot out of fear of missing his chance. Upon reaching the car, he knocks on the back window, pulling you from looking for something in the console.

"Hi..." He says awkwardly, approaching the window. Leaning on the door, he smiles as you smile back.

"Hi. You need something?" He gets so agitated that you smirk up at him.

'Why'd you have to be so God damn pretty?'

"Sorry if this is weird, but I had to talk to you." He started, finally being able to say something. Your eyes go half shut with a soft nod.

"Talk to me?" He nods, clenching the door frame for a second. "Go ahead then. Talk."

His eyes go wide in surprise at your sudden confidence. Steve stammered for a second.

"Uh... At the risk of sounding crazy or desperate... You're probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." You can feel your body warm up as he gives the most genuine smile you've seen on a man in a while.

"Mmhm, go on."

"Are you by chance single? Or like... Are you even attracted to men at all?" He asks, sheepishly smiling.

"Yes, and yes." Your smirk slowly turns into a grin as he squats to eye level now, feeling a bit more confident after your answer.

"I'm Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington." He smiles again hearing you reply with your name. "Are you new to Hawkins?"

"I am actually. I just moved here from the city and needed to stay nearby for school."

"Where are you going?"

"Trine University." His eyes go wide, the same school he goes to. What are the odds?

"Really? I actually go there too. Education major." You look him up and down. You never pegged him for the teacher type.

"Software Engineering major."

"So you're smart and gorgeous. Good to know." He smirks, finally feeling like himself when talking as your flush finally becomes noticeable. "You like movies?"

"What kind of psychopath doesn't like movies?" He laughs at your response, leaning in closer to the window.

"Lemme be more specific. The new Halloween 5 movie came out today. You interested in seeing it? Maybe with me tonight at the drive-in theater in Lafayette. We can have dinner after. All my treat, of course." He can see the sparkle in your eyes, that spark he felt looking at you before is still lingering around him.

"What's in it for me?" You playfully ask. He cocks his head to the side, leaning it on his arm for a second.

"A fun night out with a gentleman, I promise I'm fun." You chuckle, rolling your eyes, he knows you want to say yes. "Please?"

He'd never said please before when asking a girl out. It didn't feel embarrassing like he thought it would. You turn your attention back to the console looking for something.

Pulling out a napkin and pen, you quickly write down your number and address. Turning back, you hold it out to him as he takes it.

"I'm free at 8. And dress nicely. You're taking me somewhere decent after the movie."

"I'll take you to the most expensive restaurant I can find if that's what you want. I don't care. As long as I get to see you again." You laugh at his bluntness, it's like music to his ears.

"That won't be necessary. I don't need to be spoiled."

"What if I want to spoil you?" That caught you off guard as you didn't respond right away. He let a soft breath escape his mouth. "You like roses?"

"White roses." You reply, he nods, standing up again and folding the napkin, storing it in his back jean pocket for safe keeping.

"I'll be sure to remember that." You two just stare at each other in silence for a minute. No man's ever looked at you like Steve has right now, it makes your heart race from nervousness.

"I'll see you at 8 o'clock then." You look past him for a moment and back to him. "Tell your friends I said hello since they like to stare so much."

Raising an eyebrow, Steve turned his head. He sees Robin poking her head over the roof of the car and Dustin sitting on the rolled down window frame. They quickly hurry back into the car, noticing they've been caught. He should be embarrassed, but he fully expects their behavior from being friends for so long.

"Ignore them." Steve says, sighing as he looks back at you. "I'll see you at 8."

He turned away towards his car, trying to stay as confident as he was before turning his back. Reaching his car, he pops the door open, clutching it for dear life as he silently collects himself. Robin poked her head across the driver's seat to look up at him.

"You good dude?" She asks, concerned but also excited as he just nods.

You pull out of your parking spot, stopping behind his car and honk once to get his attention. Dustin pops his head out the back window as Robin looks out her open door. Steves head snaps up at you as you lean on your window frame, chin on fist with the most shit eating grin on your face.

"See you at 8 sexy~" You called to him. And then you have the balls to blow him a kiss before peeling out of the parking lot.

Steve silently gets in the car. Robin shuts her door as Steve does his. Dustin sits forward looking at Steve, who's just gripping his steering wheel, the adrenaline starting to wear off.

"Dude, she's so into you, into you!" Dustin breaks the silence as Robin nods.

"And I'd say it's the same for Harrington here." Robin grins as a massive smile spreads across Steve's face.

He starts excitedly thrashing frontwards and backwards. Enough to shake the car and look like he's about to rip the steering wheel from it's column. He lets out an excited yell, causing his two friends to laugh at him.

He let out a long breath, looking at them.

"She says hi by the way."

[drabblesandsnippets]

Drabble #2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female character (unnamed)

Background: Just something I wrote in a Target parking lot waiting for my pickup order lol

Summary: Bucky listens to his girlfriend pleasure herself in the backseat of his car.

Warnings: 18+ Only. Explicit sexual content. Masturbation. Dirty talk. Praise. Slight domination.

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She has no idea how she ended up in the backseat of his car, her skirt hiked up and her legs spread wide as she touches herself. She’s never done anything like this, but all reservations left her miles ago when Bucky pulled out of the airport parking lot, convincing her to trust him. They still have at least thirty minutes before he can get her home and he wants a show until then.

“That’s it,” he encourages her, his eyes briefly glancing at her in the rearview mirror, his hands gripping the steering wheel. “Let me hear you, doll… Fuck, I missed you.” It’s been weeks of phone sex and dirty texts and all Bucky wants to do is pull the car over so he bury himself inside of her. But she deserves more than a quick fuck on the side of the road after being apart for so long. 

Her hands keep moving, following his instructions, the teasing pace driving her crazy. She could easily speed things up - he can only see her face after all - but all she wants is to please him. She’s missed him, ached for him in every way, and she’s nothing but a willing participant. One hand cups her breast inside her bra, pinching her own nipple while her other hand stays between her thighs, her fingers rubbing her clit slowly. 

Her breath gets heavier, her moans and soft gasps filling the small space as Bucky talks her through it, his words fueling her desire. “God, you’re fucking incredible,” he tells her, his cock straining against jeans, desperate for some sort of relief. He shifts slightly, glancing back at her again before returning his eyes to the road, grateful for his enhanced senses. He needs to hear her, be responsible for her pleasure, but not at the expense of her safety.

When the slow pace becomes too much, she finally asks for more, her body trembling with need. “Bucky, please.” He knows exactly what she wants, and he wants to give it to her, but if she comes before they make it off the freeway, there’s no way he’s going to be able to make it home before he has to have his way with her. So, he continues to make her wait.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he promises, “just keep touching yourself like that. Nice and slow.” Her groan of frustration is laced with pleasure, his praise making her pussy pulse. As much as she wants to complain, or take control back, it’s nothing compared to how much she gets off on submitting to him. She’ll do anything he tells her to, especially like this.

When he finally takes the familiar exit, Bucky glances at her again, turning his head slightly to let her see the smirk on his face, making her breath catch. For just a second, her hands still, her body tense with anticipation, until his voice breaks through, finally giving her permission. “I want you to fuck yourself, can you do that for me, Princess?”

“There we go,” he breathes, his voice rough, his eyes briefly meeting hers in the mirror. “Just like that... show me how good it feels.” He doesn’t even have to see her hand to know exactly what she’s doing. Two fingers deep inside of her, curled to press against her g-spot while she grinds her palm against her clit. It’s the fastest way to make her come, and he licks his lips at the thought of how wet she is for him.

He barely finishes the question before she presses her fingers against her entrance, sliding deep in one smooth motion, making herself cry out in pleasure. Her noises send a jolt straight to his cock and he resists the urge to reach down to free himself, regripping the steering wheel instead, the metal groaning under his vibranium hand.

His ears pick up all the telltale signs of her getting closer to her orgasm, her breath quick and uneven, her head thrown back against the seat. She doesn’t even realize how close they are to home now, but Bucky’s been counting down the seconds, and the moment he reaches their street, he tells her, “Can’t wait to taste you, have you ride me face until you’re screaming my name.” That’s all it takes for her to fall.

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[jflemings]

— in the garden where no one can find us

pairing: katie mccabe x reader

synopsis: you’re getting married off and katie finds a way to stop it

warnings: a teensy tiny big of angst, legit minuscule

a/n: lmk if y’all like au’s hehe (this will have a part 2 purely for the fact that i cbf writing it all in one part soz xx)

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you and katie had spent your entire lives together. your mothers were the best of friends and had wanted to raise the two of you the same way.

during your summers the two of you would vacation together, spending your time running amuck in the grounds and playing. you’d pretend to be mermaids and swim in the lake before you’d get called back in for lunch where you would all sit at a banquet table and feast.

it was nice being with katie’s family. she had lots of siblings and her dad would always let the two of you raid the sweets before dinner, her older siblings would let you guys stay up with them to watch movies and would hide you under the mounds of blankets whenever your parents came looking. you’d play football during the day and tell scary stories around a bonfire at night, have dance parties and do gymnastics in the long hallway that lead to the sunroom.

in moments where you wanted to escape the chaos you’d go into the garden and listen to the birds chirp overhead, their song bringing you peace as you sat in the middle of the big hedge maze and took in the otherwise silent garden. one time katie found you and you had told her that it’s where you would go for a bit of quiet. at first she didn’t understand it but the more she went with you into the maze the more she got the appeal of listening to the birds.

your first kiss was in that maze, the birds chirping brightly as the two of you embarked on a new chapter of your story together.

when you got of age, you were both sent off to boarding school to continue your studies. katie was already well known among the staff because of her big family and everytime the teachers would read her name off the register they’d sigh, always dreading having another mccabe come through their class.

you on the other hand only had a younger sister, lily. your parents weren’t able to get pregnant more than twice even though they tried, it had broken their hearts. before he passed, there had been issues with your grandfather since they hadn’t produced a son. he was a very traditional man and expected his family to have the same values. on more than one occasion you heard him and your mother in the study arguing over the way she was raising you, him always leaving more disappointed than when he came when your mother stood her ground.

your parents loved the two of you all the same though and they made the conscious effort to show you that everyday.

which is why it was such a shock when they informed you they would be marrying you off in the spring.

you had outright refused and cursed them for enforcing such an outdated tradition. your protests had ultimately fallen upon deaf ears, the two of them telling you that it was strictly for ally reasons and that it was just something that needed to be done.

their reasoning made it worse and since then things between the three of you had been frosty. you couldn’t understand why they would do this to you, especially since it was a well known secret that you and katie had been in love with eachother since you were teenagers. it wasn’t something that was outright addressed but both of your families knew and would often make jokes about your own wedding and how grand it would be, how the two of you would be the first public royal lesbian couple.

you and katie did everything normal couples did without the explicit label. you went on dates, said i love you to eachother and slept in the same bed when your families would vacation together. you were there for all her family events and she was there for yours, the two of you constantly getting papped together looking too cozy to be just friends.

like at this very moment. katie’s arm is around your waist as she leans into your ear snickering about a distance cousin and his distaste for the little tea cakes on display in front of him. she continues to talk lowly to you despite the media personal that are hovering the morning tea, all of them eyeing the two of you skeptically as they try to get a sneaky photo.

“are you okay?” she suddenly asks you, leaning away from you face to hold eye contact “you’ve hardly laughed at anything i’ve said”

“maybe you’re just not funny” you retort before reaching for a scone and some jam.

katie rolls her eyes and gives your waist a quick squeeze before passing you the butter and sipping her freshly poured cup of tea “i’m serious, are you feeling alright? you’re not sick are you?”

you shook your head “no, i’m not sick”

she furrows her brows and subtly puts her hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze before jerking her head in the direction of the entrance “let’s go to the garden”

“katie they’re gonna notice we’re gone!” you protest, subtly looking to where your mother’s eyes were boring into you “we can’t”

katie puffs her cheeks out before tossing her napkin on the table and beginning to stand “who cares” she says, pulling your chair out “they won’t miss us”

despite your protests, you link your pinky finger with hers and follow her out the door. she pulls you out of the tea room and down the hallway half skipping as she goes. you can’t help but laugh at her antics as she skips ahead of you, the sound of her short heels on the polished floor echoing off the expensive art lining the walls. the ochre red curtains are drawn back like they usually are in the summer allowing the mid morning light to shine through and illuminate everything it touches. fresh flowers from your mother’s garden sit in old matching vases on marble columns, bringing a sense of life to the otherwise dull coloured hall.

katie reaches the end of the hall before you and holds open the door before taking your hand and leading you down a set of grand stairs and through a hedge maze the two of you have memorised.

she links your arms as you stroll, her voice soft as she speaks “seriously are you okay? you’ve not been yourself”

you bite your lip “there’s- uhm, something i need to tell you”

the shake of your voice makes katie’s stomach drop and she subconsciously tightens her arm around yours. she remains silent, knowing that if there’s something bothering you that it would be better to just let you get it out without her interrupting.

you abruptly stop and unlink your arm from hers before nervously picking at your cuticles. you aren’t sure how katie is going to react. there’s no doubt that she’ll be angry, and probably hurt, but you have no idea where she thinks this will leave the two of you.

you’ve thought about it over and over, fantasised even, about getting married to a man you don’t even know but leaving him at the alter and running straight into katie’s arms. maybe she’d stand up and interrupt when the minister says speak now or forever hold your peace, maybe she’d find you before you walk down the isle and whisk you away. you can see the headline now: princess y/n l/n, runaway bride!.

the thought makes you feel a little bit better, but not much. “i’m getting married” you whisper “my parents they’re… they’ve found a man for me to marry. the wedding is in the spring”

tears well in your eyes as you keep your gaze on the ground. you can’t look at katie and you honestly don’t know if you want too, too scared of her reaction. the silence between you is so thick that you can hear the birds chirping above you, their song somehow only making your foul mood more bitter.

it wasn’t fair. how could they continue to sing when you were telling the woman you loved that you were marrying someone else?

katie’s inevitable blow up, however doesn’t come.

“marry me”

your head snaps up and your eyes widen “i beg your pardon” katie’s wearing the slightest of smiles and she’s got that same wild look in her eyes that she would get whenever you were kids and she was going to do something that would definitely get her in trouble.

“they can’t marry you off if you’re already married, right?” she begins to reason as she takes your hands “we’ll find a minister who will do it and-and we’ll get ella and lily to be our witnesses. we don’t even have to tell them until after”

“katie are you insane” you question her, your jaw going slack

katie’s subtle smile widens “only for you” she jokes softly as she takes your hand. “i’m serious. marry me”

your lip quirks “okay”

[ramblingoak]

Grading Papers

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 3 - Massage

Copia x Aether

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Copia teaches history at the high school and Aether is a firefighter. ~

Warnings: fluff and stuff, sfw, 500 words (thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the dividers and @foxybouquet for the Italian help!)

“Sono tutti imbecilli!”

Aether sighed at Copia’s outburst, adding a few more cookies to the plate before heading towards his husband’s office.  He had been in there all afternoon grading essays and from the increasingly alarming sounding Italian it didn’t seem like things were going well.  Most of the time Copia was extremely patient with his students, sometimes overly so.  But with the end of the school year getting closer and closer Copia was clearly low on patience.

Luckily Aether knew exactly what to do.

He knocked gently at the door a few times before going inside, immediately having to clamp down on his bottom lip to keep from laughing at the sight before him.  Copia was turned towards the elaborate cage that took up one side of his office, a somewhat crumpled paper held aloft and a look of disbelief on his face.

“Are they much help?”  Copia flinched, slapping the paper down on his desk and giving Aether a sheepish look.  The ghoul just smirked and strolled over to his husband’s side.  He set the plate of snacks down and leaned down to plant a kiss onto the silver hair at Copia’s temple.  “I didn’t realize Brizio knew so much about the politics of Ancient Greece.”

Copia mumbled something under his breath but Aether could see the pink on his cheeks so he knew the man didn’t mind being teased.  The rats had been part of the deal since the beginning, not that Aether ever had minded them.  They played a big part in the start of their relationship.  Aether smiled fondly as he remembered practically tackling Copia in his front yard to keep the man from running back into his smoke filled house.  Thankfully he had finally listened and Aether had been the one to save the day (and the rats).

“He knows more than some of these kids.”  Aether chuckled at Copia’s remark, taking a moment to card his fingers through Copia’s hair and lightly scratching his scalp with his claws.  “Ah, sì.  That’s very nice.”

Aether smiled while he continued, eventually moving to stand behind his chair.  Copia leaned back with a groan when he moved both of his hands to his shoulders, digging his fingers into the tight muscles there.

“You should take a break for the night, they’ll still be there in the morning.”

“Not if I burn the house down.  Hey!”  Copia looked up at Aether with a pout when the ghoul flicked his ear.  “Ugh, fine.  Just let me finish these tonight, per favore?  I only have a few left and then I don’t have to think about them the rest of the weekend.”

“Deal.  But you have to go with me to the farmer’s market tomorrow.”  Copia hummed in agreement, wiggling his shoulders when Aether stopped rubbing them.  “Need something?”

“Don’t stop, this makes reading this nonsense somewhat bearable.”

The ghoul grinned, pressing his fingers into Copia’s muscles once more as his husband got back to work.

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[marlowethebard]

Dinner in Waterdeep

In which Tav has a difficult time watching Gale make dinner.

Tags: Gale / F! Tav (called Tav), Tara, Fluff, post game

Warnings: None, except this is a mostly rough draft. Barely edited. We die like men.

1.2k words

Inspired by This Lovely Little Thought Experiment from @hotnerdywizard

The door to the tower closed with an uncharacteristic bang. It wasn’t often that Gale came home in a mood, but when he did, you knew it was best to give him some space. He needed to grumble about for a bit before he’d be what he called “fit company.” You stay at your desk and continue working, keeping an ear on his progress as he stomps through the tower to his study.

Whatever it was, it really had him upset. When you hear his satchel hit his office chair hard enough to knock the chair back into the wall, you realize it was time to intervene.

Tara pads softly behind you, her wings rustling with agitation as you make your way down the short hallway from the living room to Gale’s study. The door is open, a good sign, but the man himself is staring out the window into the gathering twilight. He hadn’t bothered to light candles or lamps. Less good.

“Gale,” you call softly as you poke your head around the doorframe, Tara mimicking you from the floor. “Mr. Dekarios,” she says, still playing your furry, feathered shadow. He runs his hands through his hair, making it stick up in spikes. You can’t help smiling. Gale didn’t fluster easily, and there was something cute about him being worked up. Well, maybe “cute” wasn’t the right word. Since you’d settled in Waterdeep after your adventures in Baldur’s Gate, Gale had grown so relaxed, so even keeled, that it was nice to see some of his old fire sparking again. If you were quite honest, it was actually quite sexy.

He starts a little when he hears the two of you calling out to him. “Tav, Tara,” he says, almost as if he’s surprised to see the two females he’s been sharing his tower with for the last year. You cross into his study and slip your arms around his neck.

“Anything I can help with?” you ask. He stands rigid and tense in your grasp, hands in his pockets.

“Not unless you know how to change Elminster’s mind,” he snaps, making you pull back.

“Excuse me, Mr. Dekarios!” you say, stepping back from him. His face falls, suddenly contrite.

“I’m sorry,” he says, opening his arms to you. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just frustrated. I don’t understand how he can be so stubborn.”

“Gee, what’s that like?” you tease. Gale’s not quite ready to laugh about it, but you can see the fury in his eyes ebbing slowly away. Darn.

“Come on,” you say, planting a quick kiss on his bearded chin. “You can make it up to me by making me dinner.”

In the kitchen, Gale hefts a large book from the shelf, dropping it onto the bench with a thud. Gale has books in every room of his tower. It’s one of the things you love about sharing it with him. The downside, of course, is that his organizational system is a total mystery to you. For example, this heavy, leatherbound book could be a cookbook. It’s even likely, given that it’s in the kitchen at the moment. But it could also be a book on necromancy – equally likely as it’s in the kitchen, and Gale likes to keep things where they make sense. To him, at least.

Gale is something of a wonder to watch when he’s working on something. Whether it’s a meal or magic or… other things, his attention is wholly devoted to what he’s doing. The thought of Gale’s focus on those other things brings a smile to your lips as your handsome wizard unbuttons his purple outer robe and exchanges it for an apron.

You can tell when the troubles of the day start to slide off Gale’s shoulders when he starts to hum under his breath. He flips open the leatherbound tome and carefully starts thumbing through its pages. It’s a little far away for you to read, and the layout is no help. Since you’ve been perusing Gale’s extensive library, you’ve learned that cookbooks and spell books use the same format – a list of ingredients, followed by the procedure below. Still no clues as to whether he’s making dinner or raising a corpse.

Thankfully, when he emerges from the larder, he’s carrying root vegetables, spices, and a jar of his favorite hundur sauce. He sets these down on the bench next to the cookbook, retrieves a small pair of wire-framed reading glasses from his breast pocket and perches them on his nose. You settle on a stool opposite him, out of the way, but close enough to watch him work.  Absently, he reaches for the tiny mother of pearl buttons on the cuff of his shirt as he scans the cookbook, rolling the translucent creamy white linen of his sleeve up just above his elbow.

You bite your lip a little as his tanned forearms emerge from the fabric. The memory of those arms around your bare lower back, the tickle of the fine brown hairs against your skin suddenly floods you with an unexpected wave of heat. You’re pretty sure the cooking fire in the kitchen hearth hasn’t gotten any hotter since you came in, but the sudden flush on your cheek contradicts that assessment.

He pulls out a knife to begin chopping the vegetables, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, swiping across his lips. You are hardly aware of how you’ve been watching the muscles of his forearms pull and release as he works until you let out a shaky sigh that grabs Gale’s attention.

“You all right?” he asks, peering at you over the tops of his glasses.

“I’m going to get us some wine,” you say, just a little too loudly as you hop off your stool before he can see how pink your ears have gotten.

Somehow, you’re not sure how, you manage to calm yourself down as you pull a “good enough with everything” red wine and glasses from the wine cellar. You’re actually a little proud of yourself for talking yourself out of pouncing on Gale as soon as possible. That is, until you round the corner back into the kitchen.

The vegetables have all been transferred to the pot, along with cubed beef and stock, ready to be set to simmer on the stove. Gale stands with his back to you, one hip jutting out, both hands up in his hair. He’s tying half of his hair up into a knot at the crown of his head. The light from the kitchen hearth shines through his thin shirt, silhouetting his muscled torso and tapered waist. You almost drop the wine bottle and glasses.

He smirks over his shoulder at you as he reaches for the stew pot. Those lovely biceps strain the sleeves of his shirt ever so slightly with the weight of pot as he sets it on the stove top.

“Right, that needs some time to cook,” he says, and you think he’s talking to himself until he flicks his gaze to you, mischief peeking over the rims of his glasses.

“How do you think we should entertain ourselves, Mrs. Dekarios?” he asks, stepping closer to pull you against him. Suddenly, you’re sure there’s an excellent chance that dinner might get burned tonight.

[666writingcafe]

Level Three

Content Warning: male masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk/teasing

The third stage is in your room. Look, but don't touch.

My initial reaction to the note was one of annoyance. Since when am I not allowed to touch anything in my bedroom? The idea's simply ridiculous.

But when I open my door, the actual meaning becomes rather obvious in a matter of seconds, and I have to stop myself from slamming the door shut and running away.

Diavolo is laying in my bed, completely naked with his hand wrapped around his dick. Our eyes meet, causing him to smirk as he begins stroking himself. His boldness renders me speechless. Even if I wanted to, I can't look away from him. The only thing I can do is gulp as he continues.

"What's wrong, MC? Have you never seen a man masturbate before?" I slowly shake my head, feeling my face heat up.

"You know, I used to think about all sorts of different people while doing this, but lately there's only been one."

"M-me?" Diavolo hums affirmatively.

"You looked so cute trying to fit my cock in your mouth last time. You were bound and determined to stick as much in as you possibly could, even if it meant gagging on it in the process." His hand moves slightly faster. "Such an over-achiever."

"I can't help it," I mumble, making him chuckle.

"I know you can't. I saw the look in your eyes. It was clear to me that it was the only thing running through that pretty little head of yours. It's nice that I'm capable of shutting your brain off, even if it's for a little while."

My hand grips a corner of my dresser as I try my best to keep my composure. Hopefully Asmo and Solomon don't consider this as me breaking the rules, because I need something to ground me.

To prevent me from pouncing on Diavolo.

"Aw, is my baby upset at me?"

"Quit teasing." My voice sounds strained.

"But I like seeing you like this. Your blushing makes you even more adorable." Damn, he's good. He is totally taking advantage of the fact that I can't touch him to tease me relentlessly.

And to be honest, it's turning me on.

Diavolo closes his eyes and lets his head fall back against the pillow as he quickens his pace, appearing to focus solely on his pleasure. His moans get louder as he begins thrusting into his hand, and I clench my free one into a fist. It'd probably be consider cheating if I started touching myself, and I really want to pass this stage of the test.

After what seems like an eternity, Diavolo cums in his hand. I bite my tongue to prevent myself from whining. Once he's calmed down from his high, he opens his eyes back up and looks at me.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Barely," I whisper hoarsely. I glance down at the ring keeping track of my progress. A few moments later, a third tally shows up, and I breathe a sigh of relief.

"Oh good," Diavolo responds, smiling at me. "I'm so proud of you, MC." He reaches over to my bedside table and grabs a tissue. He then wipes the fluid off his hand and tosses it in the trashcan when he's finished. Finally, he lifts up one of the other pillows on the bed, revealing a piece of paper.

"Only when you're ready," he tells me as he gets up and grabs his clothes off my desk chair. "There's no rush. Let me know if I can do anything for you in the meantime."

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf

[dudeitiskarev]

Maybe Someday | Ch. 5

A Spencer Reid mini-series

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Chapter summary: reader and Spencer become close friends. Very close friends.

Tags/warnings: season 4 spoilers; drunk reader; mentions of food and making out with a stranger.

Word count: 3k

Author's note: I've been doing some adjustments and now there will be 10 chapters + epilogue. It's the same story, I just decided some scenes were better together in one chapter.

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Spencer became a regular at the café. 

Any chance he had, he found a way to grab something at ‘Moramor’. If he had enough time on his hands, he’d sit at a table for one with a cup of coffee,  a book, and would sit there until duty called. 

You’d watch him from afar and check on him if he needed anything else, like any other customer. And when he didn’t have the time, he managed to give you a phone call at the end of the day to check on you. 

Inevitably, Spencer became a regular in your life, too.

And it terrified you.  

“I think he’s in love with you.”

It wasn’t the first time Steve said that. He was your work best friend, and even though he was a kid—a freshman in college—he was wise, and always managed to say the right thing. He reminded you a lot of your brother. 

“He’s not,” you dryly answered, rolling your eyes.

Steve passed behind you to grab the caramel syrup and poked your ribs.

“He is not!” You playfully smacked his arm with a cloth. “He’s my friend. And a really good one.”

“He’s always glancing this way,” Steve insisted, raising his eyebrows at you.

“And?” You responded while looking in Spencer's direction. He was sitting at a table outside this time since it was a nice sunny morning, and he was in fact, looking your way. 

He gave you one of the tight-lipped smiles you loved so much. 

“Hearts start floating around him every time he does,” Steve teased. 

“You are exaggerating,” you laughed. 

“You should make a move on him. He’s cute, tall, smart—”

“He’s my friend,” You stopped him. “I would never.”

“So if he weren’t your friend, you’d make a move?”

You glanced at Spencer again. You knew him and he was more than just a pretty face. Anyone who knew him the way you did, knew he was a catch.

“I mean if he was a stranger...”

“See?”

“But that doesn’t mean anything.” You shook the thought away. “He’s the only person I have here. And Inez. And you. I can’t… risk losing him. Plus, I don’t see him that way. He’s too good for me.”

“There’s no such thing as ‘too good for you’.” Steve mocked your voice and made quotation marks in the air with his fingers. “And I’m just saying, you should make a move before someone else does.”

You scoffed as if he’d told the funniest joke. “He can tell me all about it if someone hits on him.”

Your stomach twisted just by thinking about it, though. And that hypothetical situation didn’t prepare you for the actual moment.

Just a few days later. 

“I met a girl the other day,” Spencer commented casually. 

You were on your fifteen-minute break and went to sit with him at his usual table. You did that on slow mornings. He always managed to entertain you about the book he was currently reading or any other random fact about whatever crossed his mind. 

You choked a little before answering, “That’s exciting!” You tried your best to keep your iced coffee in your mouth. “Was she cute?”

“Y-yeah. I met her at a bar, she was the bartender.” He smiled shyly. 

“You went to a bar?” You raised your brows.

“Believe it or not, I did. Undercover, sort of.”

That made more sense. 

“She almost became a victim of the guy we were hunting,” he continued explaining. He sometimes told you about the cases, the ones that weren’t so tough, he had admitted once. “Luckily she lived, and she uh, she called me the next day and mailed me this.” He handed you one of the same cards he’d given you when he found you with his number on it.

The difference was that this one had a lipstick stain on the back.

Like a punch in your gut.

“Oh, she sent you a kiss for saving her life.” You kept a straight face. 

“Yeah, I guess,” he chuckled.

“I like her.” You lied, playing it so cool, even when your blood was boiling inside. Burning hot. Sick to your stomach-hot. God, you couldn’t be falling for Spencer, but the fact he’d been licking your wounds ever since you met didn’t help. He was your shoulder to cry on. The arms you ran to when something upset you. He was a kind, handsome, and smart man. He deserved all the attention, all the love and care. A normal friend would be happy for him, so why weren’t you? “She’s bold.” 

“Yeah, I’ve been told I need that in a girl.” He nodded, lips tight in a thin line. 

“Have you talked to her lately?” You sipped on your drink. You needed to know more about this girl who made Spencer blush like a teenager. 

“Not much.” He cleared his throat and put the card away, deep inside his wallet as if he wanted to keep it forever. “I’m not very good at letting things… flow.”

“I’m sure you are.” You nudged his arm playfully. “You just have to practice.” 

The corner of his lips curled up into a weak smile. 

“What’s the worst thing that could happen?” 

Spencer’s phone rang at 2 AM. He’d just fallen asleep over the bed covers with a book over his chest. He looked at the tiny phone screen and your name popped up. His heart began to drum in his ears and his cheeks started to burn as if you’d shown up in front of him.

He rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat before answering. “Hello?”

“Spencie,” you babbled. 

There was loud music in the background.

“You okay?” Spencer sat upright, clearing his voice once more.

“Fine. I’m fine I just—“

“Are you drunk?”

“Not drunk. I had a few drinks.”

“Do you want me to pick you up?” He swung his legs to the edge of the bed and stayed there, staring at his wall.

“No.” You sighed. “If I see you right now I will not control myself.”

“What does that mean?” He frowned.

“I really like your lips. You have very nice lips and a lot of pretty words come out of those pretty lips.”

“Okay?” His cheeks grew warmer. 

Where did that come from?

“Which is why I kissed this random guy instead.”

Ouch.

“Random guy?”

“You’d think he’s a good kisser because of that face like he had a beautiful face but gosh, he was a bad kisser. Like a really bad one. Like yikes.”

“Who’s taking you home?” He changed the subject. Picturing your lips on someone else was torture.

“I called a taxi. It’s on its way. I just thought I’d give you a call while I waited. Would you stay with me until it comes?” 

“Of course, sweetheart.” The word slipped out before he could bite his tongue.

But it didn’t seem to bother you.

“Mmm, sweetheart.” You laughed a little. 

Spencer didn’t respond. He squinted his eyes shut and tried to hold back a smile. 

“Are you still there?” You asked.

“Right here.” He put on some slippers and headed to his kitchen to put on the coffee maker. Just to boil some water and make himself a chamomile tea. Coffee at this hour was not good for his brain. 

“Can you stay on the phone until I make it home?”

“Okay, yeah. Is something wrong?” He leaned on the kitchen counter.

“I don’t trust men. I mean, I trust you. You are the exception. In so many things.”

“How’s that?” He tried to get some more information. All he could think of was you saying ‘I really like your lips’ over and over again.

“I’m… very drunk.” You dodged his question. “Anyway, if the driver hears that I’m on the phone he won’t try anything stupid.”

“That’s smart.”

“Oh, thank you. That’s really a compliment coming from you. The smartest person to ever exist.”

Spencer chuckled. “You’re so chatty.” 

“It’s the tequila talking.” And he adored it. 

You gasped with excitement when the taxi arrived and the sound of you dropping the phone got him to really laugh.

“You okay?” He asked, even though chances were you didn’t hear him.

Spencer went to sit at his desk in the meantime.

“Hello?” 

“You okay?” He asked again.

“Oh, you’re still there, I dropped you. I mean I dropped the phone and couldn’t reach it. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“I woke you up.”

“I wasn’t sleeping. And I have the weekend off so it’s okay.”

“Oh, how fun! Are you gonna do anything fun, Dr. Reid?”

He smiled. You’d never called him Doctor Reid. “Not really, no. I don’t have anything planned.”

“You’re not a planner, huh?”

“Umm, no?”

“We could do something. I have tomorrow off, which is the only reason I agreed to go out tonight.”

“Y-yeah, we could definitely do something. Do you, uh, have something in mind?”

“No, I just want to spend the day with you.” You sighed deeply. “I miss you.”

Spencer gulped. “Yeah, we haven’t talked much lately.”

“There’s so much I want to tell you.”

“Oh, yeah?” There he was again, trying to get you to talk.

‘I really like your lips’ echoed in his mind. 

“Yep.” You hiccuped. “But we have all day tomorrow to catch up.” You hiccuped again. “What the—”

“What? What is it?” Spencer frowned. Your tone had changed drastically.

“I think he’s driving me somewhere else.” You lowered your voice. 

“He's not driving you home?”

“No…”

His heart dropped to his stomach. There’d been abductions not long ago around your area—he’d warned you about it when they happened—but since they didn’t happen again, it didn’t make a case for the bureau. 

Every horrible outcome came to his mind. 

“Don’t hang up, okay? I’ll…” he immediately thought of Garcia. “I’ll have someone track your phone just— just don’t hang up, you hear me? Do not hang up.” 

He put you on speaker while he searched for Garcia’s number.

“Oh, shit,” you laughed just when he was about to message Penelope.

“What? What is it?” 

“I’m… I think I’m outside your apartment. I mean it looks familiar? But… I’m not home.”

“What?” He made his way to the living room and peeked through the blinds. 

There was a taxi outside his apartment complex. The back door opened and there you were, struggling to get out.

Spencer breathed out relieved. “I’ll come get you.” 

He didn’t hang up or question anything and marched downstairs to find you. You were standing with both hands clasped behind your hands.

“I gave the wrong address, I think.” You winced apologetically. 

“You scared the crap out of me.” He enveloped you in his arms. 

“Aw, don’t be.” You gave him a lazy pat on his back. “I know how to fight.”

“While being drunk?” He let go of you and smirked. 

“Now there I’m at a disadvantage.” You raised your index finger to make your point. “But I would’ve fought nonetheless.”

“Hey, chick, you gonna pay or what?” The driver ducked his head out the open window.

“How much?” Spencer walked to him, pulling out his wallet. 

“$13.45.”

Spencer got a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to the man. He looked oddly familiar. “Keep the change.”

“No, wait!” You yelled. “I have cash somewhere in my purse.” You dug inside your small bag. 

Spencer placed his hand flat on your lower back and guided you inside, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that the driver left. He was sure he’d seen his face somewhere.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said.

He didn’t respond and hung one of your arms over his shoulders and wrapped one arm around your waist to help you go upstairs.

“I’ve always wondered why you don’t have an elevator.” You stumbled over a step, weighing Spencer down with you. “Whoops!” You laughed. 

He tried his best to keep you both on your feet, holding you tighter. “It’s only a three-story building.” 

“Right. But it would be very handy for this type of situation.”

“I’m the only person under thirty who lives here.”

“Case in point. Maybe they don’t come home drunk but knees. What about old people’s knees.”

Spencer had no answer to that and really laughed then as he opened the door.  “We’re here.”

“It always smells like a library here.” You sniffed loudly. You let go of him and began to undress. 

Right there.

“Whoa, why don’t you—” Spencer took his eyes off you, but you stumbled your way to his room, leaving a trail of clothes behind you.

He called your name and got no answer, so he went for you, looking everywhere but straight ahead in case you’d decided to rid yourself of every piece you were wearing.

To his surprise, you had already turned yourself into a cocoon under the bed covers.

At least you took very seriously what he once said about outside clothes on the bed. 

The room was too bright even behind your eyelids. Your head was pounding—you were sure it was pounding already inside your dream. Your mouth was dry. So dry it hurt to swallow. You could still taste the tequila.

Memories from last night began to come in flashes. The party. A stranger’s tongue in your mouth. Regret. Disgust. Realization.

Spencer.

You jolted awake abruptly and a breeze sneaked inside the bed covers. A breeze that touched your skin everywhere. You lifted them and looked down on your body just to see nothing but your skin. 

You were fully naked in Spencer’s bed. 

“Shit.”

Panic rushed through you and your eyes immediately shot next to you. The other side was spotless. You closed your eyes and let out a relieved sigh.

“Good morning.” Spencer’s voice entered the room. He was leaning against the doorframe with a gracious smile.

You squeaked, bringing the bed covers up to your chin. “How long have you been here?” you asked.

“I live here.” He put a strand of hair behind his ear.

“I mean…” You closed your eyes for a moment. A sharp pain pulsed in your temples.  “There, staring.”

“I just got here, don’t worry.” Spencer walked inside and gave you his back to riffle through his closet. 

He was acting so normal. As if there wasn’t a naked woman in his bed.

“Spencer, how did I get here?” You asked.

He paused for a moment, turning around. “You don’t remember?”

“I… don’t remember much.”

He chose a shirt from his wardrobe and placed it by your feet. For you. “You gave the wrong address to the taxi.” 

“How? I don’t even know—” you stopped mid-sentence. You did know his address. Once upon a time, when you first came to his place you memorized his address in case of an emergency. “Where did you sleep?”

“Couch.” He smiled, scrunching up his nose. 

It looked like he was about to turn around and leave but you spoke again, and he stayed halfway in halfway out. 

“Sorry, this is very embarrassing and so not like me.”

“I know, is something wrong going on?”

Him. Ever since he mentioned Austin, it was all you thought of. You’d gone out to distract yourself from thinking about him as someone else’s girlfriend.

“I guess I needed a distraction but chose the wrong kind of distraction. And the wrong people.”

“Well, you should take a shower so we can plan something for today.” 

You quirked a brow. “What, you don’t work today?”

“I guess you don’t remember much of last night.”

“What?” you asked. 

“No, I don’t work today. Or tomorrow.” He raised his brows, smiling.

Which was once in a lifetime. 

“And you want to spend it with me?”

“Uh, yeah, why not?”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend?” You held the urge to roll your eyes. 

“What? Austin? no, no she—” He looked away for a moment. “Not my girlfriend.”

It was hard not to get a sense of relief by hearing that.  

 “Well, I have to go home first. My clothes probably smell like tequila and cigarettes.”

“Already washed and dried.” He gestured with his chin at a chair by the window. There were your clothes, clean and folded. He didn’t want you to go home. He didn’t want to waste time. “Breakfast’s ready when you’re ready.” 

He turned around again, and you spoke again.

“What else did we talk about last night?”

Spencer paused. “Nothing important.” 

He then finally walked away and closed the door behind him.

You threw yourself back, sighing deeply, and stayed there for a moment. An intrusive thought began to invade you: about one day— someday not too far away—waking up in his bed like this, but this time with him next to you. You shook the thought away immediately and put the shirt on to make your way to his bathroom that luckily was right there inside his room. 

It was a big bathroom and everything was so neat and in place. You’d never met a man that was this clean. And thoughtful. He’d left you a sealed toothbrush on the sink counter and Tylenol. 

So you did that first, put the pills in your mouth, drank three cups of water, and hopped in the shower. If you were at your apartment, you would’ve taken a longer shower but this time you were showered and dressed in ten minutes—you chose the shirt he gave you instead of your own. It looked better. And it smelled like him. 

You quickly changed the bedsheets—it was the least you could do—and made your way to the kitchen. The smell of food reached your tastebuds right away. You barely ate last night—probably the reason you got drunk too quickly.

Spencer was by the stove, facing away from you. 

“What do you wanna do today?” He asked, turning around with a pan of scrambled eggs and placing it over the small table.

You hummed in deep thought. 

“Would you go apartment hunting with me?”

Next chapter

[heda-in-the-clouds]

Here's a fluffy and cute story about how yoga!Lexa and surfer!Clarke met Fish the puppy. The lovely and amazingly talented @lexa-griffins drew this sketch of Lexa holding Fish for me. She's the absolute best beta I could have asked for

That's not a fish

Lexa dug her toes into the cold sand that morning as the early sunrise gently warmed her skin. She and Clarke were just a couple of days into their two week road trip for the summer.

After their passionate night under the stars, she decided to let Clarke sleep some more that morning. A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled last night's events.

The beach parking lot was empty which allowed them to open their van's backdoor and watch the sunset as they made love with each other. They were finally free to moan and scream out their pleasures that were only drowned out by the crashing waves.

Clarke took her from behind as they watched the sunset over the calm horizon. The dying rays of light warmed her skin while Clarke's vigorous thrusts warmed her core. As the waves pounded the beach, Clarke pounded into her. She felt every push and pull of Clarke's strokes like the ocean's tide. The waves crashing into the beach left the sand wet just like how Clarke's thrusts left her wet.

She finally saw a brilliant explosion of color in her eyes as she climaxed. She couldn't tell if it was the plethora of colors from the sunset or her powerful orgasm blinding her. She didn't care as Clarke filled her.

Lexa snapped herself free from her memory when she felt her yoga shorts getting wet. It was too early to be getting those thoughts and she didn't pack nearly enough underwear.

She needed to cool down and focus her thoughts. She pulled out her yoga mat, laid it down on the cool sand, and started her early morning yoga routine. She went through her usual motions and gracefully held and transitioned between her favorite poses.

She got into a downward dog, closed her eyes, and meditated to clear her mind. As she meditated, she suddenly felt something wet licking her face. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of an adorable golden retriever puppy watching her curiously. She couldn't help but smile and gush at her new fluffy companion.

"Bark." The puppy playfully barked when Lexa smiled at him.

"What's your name cutie? I'm Lexa." She cheerfully asked as she continued holding her form.

"Bark bark." The puppy continued barking at his new friend.

"It's so nice to meet you 'Bark bark.' You're just the cutest thing aren't you?" Lexa lovingly blurted out.

The puppy bashfully tilted his head, looked down, and dug his tiny paw into the sand after hearing Lexa's compliment. The puppy then began prancing around hoping Lexa would stop whatever she's doing and play with him. Lexa couldn't help but grin at this fluffy bundle of joy.

The puppy then arched his back and leaned forward as he tried to copy Lexa's pose. She giggled when his floppy ears covered his eyes causing him to roll over onto his back and let out soft whimpers. Lexa quickly got out of downward dog, sat down and reached for him.

"I guess I'm done with yoga for today. It's okay puppy. You're alright. I'm here." Lexa soothed her new companion as she rubbed his belly. He gave her an appreciative bark.

"Yoga isn't for everyone. You should meet Clarke. She's really bad at yoga too." Lexa chuckled when the puppy tilted his head at her as if he could understand her.

Seeing a new place to sit, the puppy waddled over and climbed over her legs. He spun around in a couple of circles before clumsily plopping himself down onto her lap. He nuzzled into her stomach hoping to warm himself up. Lexa just beamed and gushed when the puppy finally settled himself into her lap.

"What are you doing all out here by yourself buddy? Do you belong to anyone?" Lexa asked as she rubbed the puppy's head and scratched his ears.

"Ow ow." The puppy whined which sounded like a 'No' to Lexa's ears. She then checked his collar for any tags but couldn't find any. She knew the beach was empty last night and this morning so she figured he was a stray.

"Well, you're sticking with me now. How do you like that?"

"Awoo" The puppy adorably howled and wagged his tail after hearing the good news. He then climbed onto Lexa's chest and began smothering her face with wet kisses using his tongue. Lexa giggled and laughed as her new friend gave her an early morning bath.

"I guess that's a yes puppy. I just gotta give you a name first. I can't keep calling you puppy."

The puppy then stopped lapping Lexa's face with his tongue and patiently stared at her.

"Mhm, what about Fish? We found you at the beach and my girlfriend is a marine biologist and crazy about them. What do you say Fish?"

"Awooooooo!" The puppy gleefully howled and smothered Lexa with even more kisses.

"Okay Fish. Stop. Let's go and show you off to Clarke." Lexa pleaded as she pulled Fish off her and set him down so she could roll up her yoga mat.

Fish bounced excitedly as he waited for her. Once she was done, she beckoned Fish to follow her up the trail to their van. Fish happily barked as he weaved between her legs during their walk.

As Lexa got closer to their van, she noticed that Clarke was already up. Her feet were hanging over the edge as she probably sipped her morning cocoa. Wanting to surprise her girlfriend, Lexa bent down so she could talk to Fish.

"Okay Fish. Are we ready to meet Clarke? She's so gonna love you. I mean how can she not with your big floppy ears, adorable brown eyes, and warm fluffy fur that's the same color as her hair." Lexa gently patted his head and rubbed behind his ears.

"Bark!"

"Shh! Don't want to ruin the secret just yet." Lexa grinned as she zipped her lips with her finger.

Fish stuck out his tongue which seemed like an 'Ok' to Lexa. She then gestured for him to wait there so he was out of sight. He bobbed his head up and down. Lexa smiled and silently told herself that Fish was already so smart.

Lexa then walked to the back of the van where she saw Clarke drowsily drinking her morning cocoa with her eyes still closed and their blanket wrapped tightly around her.

Sensing Lexa was near, Clarke immediately opened the blanket and her legs.

"Come on babe. It's cold. I need my girlfriend to warm me up." Clarke groggily uttered when she felt the cool ocean breeze penetrate her warm blanket fortress.

Lexa quickly stepped inside and between Clarke's legs. Clarke immediately pulled her in close and wrapped the blanket tight around them. They both leaned into each other and softly kissed. Clarke's hummed at the subtle taste of salt on Lexa's cold lips. Lexa moaned as she tasted the sweet chocolate on Clarke's warm lips.

"Morning love." They both greeted each other once they broke their kiss but still nuzzled their noses together.

"I missed you this morning. In fact, we missed you this morning." Clarke softly whispered to Lexa's ear.

"We?" Lexa furrowed her eyebrows.

Clarke pulled Lexa in closer with her legs and smirked into her neck when Lexa felt her hard against her shorts.

"I was hoping we could pick up where we left off last night. Since we fucked in front of the sunset, I wanted to go full circle and fuck you in front of the sunrise." Clarke murmured into Lexa's neck.

"Clarke you dog!" Lexa playfully slapped her girlfriend's chest. She suddenly heard Fish's tiny whimper next to her. He had inadvertently walked up to her after hearing the word dog.

"I'm sorry babe but you looked so peaceful this morning that I didn't want to wake you. It looked like you could use the extra rest." Lexa apologized.

"Besides, we still have plenty of more beaches to visit on our road trip. You have more chances to fuck me in front of a sunrise or sunset." Lexa reassured.

"All is forgiven babe. Now that you're here, what do you say about a morning quickie? I could use one to start the day and get my blood flowing. I felt your shorts and they're already wet." Clarke cheekily grinned as she rubbed Lexa's sides and began dipping her fingers into her yoga shorts.

"Claaarke. Wait, I have to show you something first and promise you won't freak out." Lexa uttered before she gave into Clarke's proposal for a quickie.

"Umm, ok. What is it Lexa?" Clarke inquired as she stopped squeezing her girlfriend's ass and let her go.

"Wait here. You're gonna love this surprise." Lexa then walked to the side of their van and picked up Fish who started licking her hands, eager for attention.

"Ready boy?"

"Bark!"

Lexa walked back to Clarke, cradling Fish in her arms.

"Meet Fish!" Lexa excitedly squealed as she shoved her puppy into Clarke's face.

"That is a dog." Clarke countered with a confused expression.

"Yeah, Fish." Lexa grinned as she began to rock Fish in her arms so his floppy ears began waving around.

"Bark bark bark" Fish happily barked at Clarke.

"You named the puppy Fish?" Clarke asked as she sat perplexed in the van as Lexa danced happily with Fish in front of her.

"Yeah, he's ours. I found him all alone this morning while I was doing yoga. He has no tag and there was no one else on the beach either last night or this morning so he must be a stray. We're adopting him because we can't just leave him all by himself here. He needs a family. Also, I named him Fish well because I found him at the beach and you like fish because you're a marine biologist so I put two and two together and ta-da, I came up with Fish. Look Clarke, he's so fluffy!!!!" Lexa breathlessly spoke before she shoved Fish directly in front of Clarke's face who was still processing in all the new information.

"Ours?" Clarke gulped nervously as four eyes stared longingly at her. Fish's tiny brown eyes watered as he let out an adorable yawn. Lexa's soft green irises begged as she pouted her lips.

"Ok, fine. We can keep Fish." Clarke finally gave in after she was overcome with emotions at how soft and cute Lexa looked holding her fluffy Fish in her arms.

"Awooooo!" Fish happily howled as he wiggled in Lexa's arms.

"Yay!!! Thank you babe! I love you. We love you don't we Fish? Fish say thank you to Clarke." Lexa gleefully squealed.

Suddenly, Clarke felt Fish's wet tongue slobbering all over her face as Lexa laughed hysterically in the background.

"Okay, I think Fish has said enough thank you's to me already babe." Clarke panted out as she tried to avoid Fish's tongue.

"Um Clarke?" Lexa shyly asked after she pulled Fish away from Clarke's now drool covered face.

"Yes love?" Clarke calmly responded as she wiped off Fish's drool from her face using their blanket.

"How do you take care of a dog? I've never had a pet before." Lexa quietly confessed.

Clarke groaned and sighed. This was going to be a long road trip.

[justarandomlambblog]

mmm thinking about an au where Narinder runs away after being defeated and eventually finds himself being taken in by a kind soul in a distant village beyond the borders of the Old Faith. He begins to learn how to just... be, after a rocky start. Slowly easing into village life, taking over the kind person's role once they get too old to continue working (Narinder quickly realizing he himself isn't aging) and somehow accidentally fitting himself into the role of this person's son.

Years pass by and he's fully settled as a member of this godless village, unaware of the power vacuum left by the crowns and the war the Lamb (& Co, he's unaware that his siblings have been brought back) are fighting, watching the generations being born and aging. Maybe a whole generation has come and gone in the time he's been there, and over those ~100 years he becomes a pseudo-leader/protector for them.

Maybe a stranger comes to the village one day. A stranger from outside. Narinder was once a stranger from outside too, and like the kind soul who took him in he does the same, and something... starts between them. Something warm, something he's never felt before. Painfully aware of his own mortality, yet.... a family sounds nice. He's watched everyone around him start their own, he's even helped widowed parents and orphaned children....

So he starts a family. And they're happy.

Until they're not.

The power struggle from the land of the old faith spills over their borders, wannabe gods looking to expand their power, and in the dead of night Narinder's peaceful little village is attacked.

so much is lost- not a kit, thankfully, Narinder protects them with everything he has, and by now he has discovered he can still use magic so protect them he does. But the village is under attack and Narinder's partner is among those who are lost.

He lashes out with his magic, essentially rotting every heretic in the village alive in his grief, and afterwards they rebuild with a few dozen new graves, well cared for, with Narinder pretty solidly stepping into the role of leader. He doesn't introduce the idea of gods to these people- they're his people now, and they don't need gods. He can take care of them himself, god or not.

Those who are capable of magic, he teaches to use it. Those who are not, he teaches to use weapons and runes. He won't let the outside world harm them again.

Fast forward ~15 years, the village is thriving and the people are happy. His kits are teens/young adults now and his people are capable enough to defend themselves, so he's started joining hunting parties and trade groups, interacting with other villages outside of the Old Faith lands (they're spread apart, and Narinder's village is at this point the most prosperous... due to magic reasons, not that Narinder will reveal this). He very, very much refuses to go anywhere near the Old Faith's lands, and has in no uncertain terms forbidden his kits from even approaching the border.

No one knows who he really is. Unfortunately, skeletons don't stay in their graves when the Old Faith is involved.

Narinder is away with a trade group when the Lamb and the Bishops, who are searching for a rogue heretic faith that attacked their cult, stumble upon the village. It's the only one for miles, having been days since they've seen another village (Lamb laments the fact they can't just teleport out here, since there's no warp stones set up out here). The villagers are cautious but friendly- very clearly not warriors, but clearly not about to lie down and let themselves be harmed.

They talk amongst themselves, knowing the people out here don't speak their language, when someone greets them in their language. It's Narinder's oldest kit, a polite thing who definitely plays the rules on their lines; "Father says we cannot go into the Old Faith lands but he said nothing about inviting them to dinner." Ofc this kit has no idea who these people are, and they have no idea who she is, but she greets them nicely and lets them know her father is the village's leader and they cannot offer anything more than water for the road but there is room at their table if they would like to join them.

The Bishops and Lamb are tired and have been on the move for weeks now, trying to hunt down the rogue heretics who managed to escape, and honestly, dinner and a place to safely sit sounds nice, and it's not like any of them can actually be killed if things go south (Lamb would just bring them back and they know it). So they agree to stay.

And then Narinder returns. Impromptu family reunion :)

[miyamiwu]

Reblogging is a form of self-expression

I’ve seen a lot of posts about how people aren’t reblogging much art anymore, with the authors encouraging people to reblog coz it helps support artists. But the thing about most of these posts is that they don’t really talk about how the likes-reblog gap isn’t just widening for art posts. It applies to other types of posts as well—be it short or long text posts, some edit you made, photos, etc.

I don’t have that much followers, but some of my posts have reached over 1k notes. (And some rare popular ones have reached 5-6 digits). I write a lot of metas both here and on one of my side blogs. I also make gifs occasionally, and I have lots of original posts in general too.

But in all of my posts, there are always more likes than reblogs, and the gap is often wide.

When I look through some of the blogs in the notes, several of them are empty but with their Likes visible. And if they’re not empty, then all their posts are just their own. No reblogs at all...

Many of those Likes vs Reblogs posts talk about how reblogging helps the original poster but make little to no explanation on how reblogging serves the reblogger. And I guess that’s why the likes-reblogs gap continues to widen. People are framing reblogs as free advertising for the OP when we should be framing reblogs for what it primarily is—a form of self-expression.

When you reblog something, it’s like saying...

You’re so excited about the post that you want others to see it

You agree with the idea/opinion being expressed in the post (opinions, discourse, analysis, etc.)

You care about the things said in the post (like sharing pro-Palestine posts)

You identify with the community being represented in the post (like being part of a certain fandom)

You find the post funny and want to save it (like how you’d save memes to your phone)

You think the post is cute and want to squish it (cat photos, animal videos, kawaii stuff, etc.)

Or you just think the post is going to be a popular one so you’re “investing” early

etc.

You can even expand these ways of expression by adding your own commentary through tags or reblogs. You can’t do that with just liking.

Actually, you don’t even need to have a clear reason for reblogging something. Posts can simply be like stickers or stamps, which you collect to put on your scrapbook (your blog). Years later, you can then go through your archive and look back on how you were before at certain times in your life.

[To those who don’t know: Yes, we have an archive. It’s at username.tumblr.com/archive. You can filter posts by post type and by month/year of posting. Only posts/reblogs show up in the archive. Likes are not included.]

Moreover, reblogging is how you gain friends. Mutuals, after all, are two people who follow each other, and well, for someone to follow you, you must have something on your blog that they’d want to see more of. If you only like posts, then what’s there to see?

Original posts are nice, of course, but when I see a blog where all posts are just their own, I’m immediately given the impression that it’s being run by a brand. And it may be that the blog really is trying to maintain its Brand image—such is the case for side blogs dedicated to a certain topic (like poll tournaments or art-only blogs). But even then, people will expect you to have a Main blog or another side blog where you do reblog stuff.

It’s kind of how we know you’re human. And it’s also how we know that you’re open to actually engaging with others on this site.

A blog that’s empty or contains nothing but their own posts sends out the message that you’re not interested in or just don’t care about what other people are saying.

[zhe-venven]

Fox your a good boy *pets him*

You cant see it but hes wagging his tail

[guinevereslancelot]

job interview tomorrow 🙏

[avatardoggo]

THIS MAN MADE ME A WEBSITE FOR MY BIRTHDAY 🥹😫😣😳😭🥰

[thesunbrokeyourskull]

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[fridayyy-13th]

sigh. i am having an evening :/

[dauntlessallure]

𖤐 ⸝⸝ ˚ ┊ONLY YOU, DARLING — S. RYOMEN⋆

〝 ⠀ ݁⠀𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲. ❜ ⠀݁

【 SYNOPSIS 】— sukuna just wants his affection.

【 CONTENTS 】— fluff , sfw , gn!reader , soft!sukuna, clingy!sukuna , established relationship , true form sukuna.

【 PAIRING 】— sukuna ryomen x reader

【 WORD COUNT 】— 633

⠀ ̽ ⠀ ᝰ✍︎ ﹐⠀/⠀ ❝ ⠀ 𝔄𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝔑𝗢𝗧𝗘 . . .

this is solely based off of a characterai interaction i had. we LOVE clingy!sukuna in this house. <3. this is not proof read so ignore any typos. !

to the untrained eye , ryomen sukuna had not a care in this world. not a care for human lives , nothing sentimental , absolutely nothing but to cause harm. until he had met you of course. that’s when his perspective changed for the better though, no one had ever thought sukuna would be so infatuated with a human like yourself. not even sukuna could believe it at first. but if there’s one thing about sukuna that he’s very much well aware of . . he’s clingy. now you wouldn’t dare tell another soul about this — this was something that you had promised to keep private, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. in your adoration , nobody in this vile world deserved to see your beloved king of curses so vulnerable. clingy!sukuna was for your eyes & your eyes only.

“ hmph . . “ you could hear his low voice gruff out as he nuzzled his head against your chest. witnessing the king of curses in such a affectionate mood was peculiar. sukuna pressed his weight down which resulted in you gently pushing him off of you , earning a displeased sound falling from ryomen’s lips. it’s not that you didn’t want to give him the attention , you were just trying to finish up your tea. “ how dare you push me away (y/n) . . mgh. . “ he certainly didn’t want to argue with you so he called it quits right then and there, almost resembling a clingy kitten demanding attention. “ i’m having tea right now love , i’ll give you what you want after i’m finished “ sukuna's lips drew tight in annoyance, as he glared up at you. he wanted affection at all times, and your denial of the request seemed to offend him. however, he grumbled softly, " . . . fine , don't you dare tease me or I will punish you. " sukuna spoke, his tone sharp as he looked away. you sighed at sukuna in response before running your free hand through his light pink locs. now gently massaging his scalp in hopes that would ease his needs until you were finished. “ feel good ? “ you asked , sukuna scowled slightly as you rubbed his scalp. he slowly felt his stress and annoyance start to melt away, easing his mind and bringing him great comfort. with a satisfied hum of his lips, the king of curses settled against you. wrapping all four of his arms around you carefully. “ . . I was not expecting these pleasant feelings. " with one hand buried in his hair and the other holding up the cup of tea to your lips , you continued to massage sukuna’s head. “ just relax kuna. . ” this made sukuna scrunch his eyes closed, letting out another grunt in satisfaction. your touch was heavenly, and sukuna enjoyed every moment of it. despite his tough facade, he was soft and vulnerable when he was with you. sukuna sighed softly, closing his eyes as he leaned against your chest more. pressing the side of his face against the supple flesh of your chest. " mm . . this is nice . . " seeing him so endured by your touch made your heart swell with warmth. your hand now found itself now gently massaging the nape of sukuna’s neck , softly kneading at the skin. now bending down and placing a small peck to the side of his temple, he couldn’t help but to purr. feeling a tingle run through his body as you raked across the nape of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. his body went lax, his breath growing heavier as you pressed your lips to his head. sukuna enjoyed the tender display of affection, feeling vulnerable in your arms. he remained silent for a few moments before responding. " hm . . no one can make me feel as comfortable like you do. . you're the only one my dear, who can make the king of curses squirm. . . “

ׂ⠀〝⠀⠀.. ⠀ ©dauntlessallure 24’ — please do not steal , publish , or post my work elsewhere or credit as your own .ᐟ