#this is a little crash course into these lovely fools

[loveinhawkins]

“Why are you wearing cologne?” Dustin asks after barely one second in the van.

“I’m not,” Eddie says, and promptly wants to die at how unconvincing that was. It’s not even technically a lie…

He makes it out of the school parking lot with Dustin saying jackshit, so for a little while, he thinks he’s gotten away with it.

More fool him.

Dustin abruptly lunges to the side, all up in his face like the world’s most dedicated sniffer dog.

“Ew, gross! Get off, man, I’m gonna crash,” Eddie says, even though they’ve been at a stop light for the past minute.

“Okay, correction,” Dustin says, drawing back. “Why are you wearing Steve’s cologne?”

Eddie stares into the middle distance, prays for The Upside Down to come and swallow him up.

An agonising silence.

“Oh my god,” Dustin whisper-screams. “Oh my god.”

“Look, just—”

“Oh my god!”

And yup, ow, that’s definitely become a full blown scream now, and double ow, Dustin has just socked him one in the arm.

“Hey!”

“What the fuck, Eddie?! How could you not—”

“Jesus! Take a damn chill pill, Henderson, I swear to—”

“Since when you do you say shit like—oh my God, Steve says shit like that. You can’t let him get to you like this, Eddie, you’re too young to die.”

“What does that even mean?”

Dustin keeps jiggling Eddie by the arm as he pulls up to Dustin’s house. Even when his stomach is jangling with nerves, he can’t fight a smile at the kid’s antics.

“Holy shit, this is big,” Dustin says with wide eyes, and it bothers Eddie that he can’t get a hold of what sort of expression is on his face. “This is huge.”

And all of a sudden, it doesn’t seem all that funny anymore.

“It’s not,” Eddie says quietly. “It’s really not. It doesn’t have to be, like… look, Dustin, can we just—if it bothers you, just drop it, and we can pretend like—”

“Wait, what? No.” And now Eddie can read the remorse on his face. “Shit, sorry. Eddie, I didn’t mean, like… big in a bad way, I swear.”

And goddamn it, Eddie trusts him. Of course he does.

“Okay.” He lets out a long sigh, tipping his head back in his seat. “Okay.”

“I just meant… like, you know The Royal Family? In England.”

…What.

“Oh, please, run with this analogy,” Eddie says, a mixture of curious and hysterical, “I’m dying to see where it goes.”

“You know, when they have news, they put it outside the… Palace? Like, on a stand. So people know.”

“Are you fucking implying that you are the public to our… wow, I’m so sorry, Henderson.” Eddie can’t take it anymore; he wheezes with laughter, can’t hide how relieved he sounds. “Next time I’ll ruin your front lawn and put a huge fucking sign there, then you’ll know that—”

“I didn’t mean it literally, asshole. I just…” Dustin shrugs. “Just meant if you wanted to, like… mention it. It would be cool. It is cool.”

“Cool,” Eddie echoes faintly.

“Cool,” Dustin repeats, emphatic.

Jesus Christ, I love you so much.

“Aw, Henderson,” Eddie says, “were you gonna make us a card or something?”

“Do you want a card?” Dustin says dryly.

And yeah, he’s being a little shit about it, but there’s also a note of sincerity hiding in there that has Eddie fighting a lump in his throat. He chuckles through it, flicks Dustin’s forehead.

“C’mon, get out before your mom thinks I’ve kidnapped you.”

“She thinks you’re an angel now, and you know it. It’s horrifying.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m a Saint.”

Eddie waits until Dustin’s at his front door before reversing, watches him with silent fondness as he greets his cat.

He says through the side window, “Hey, Dustin?”

Dustin turns back. “Yeah?”

“We’d have told you first anyway. We were gonna, I swear.” Eddie scoffs. Smiles. “Not our fault you’re Sherlock Holmes, man.”

Dustin smirks, but his eyes are soft. “It was pretty elementary.”

[draconic-desire]

Yandere Aventurine…Y’ALL. I’m so torn.

🎲♠️🎲♠️🎲♠️🎲♠️🎲♠️🎲♠️🎲♠️🎲♠️🎲♠️

On one hand, let’s face it. Aventurine is a pompous, condescending little prick. He parades around like a peacock for a reason: he has the money, the connections, the confidence, the looks. But he’s also cunning, and that makes him dangerous. He knows exactly how to play every card, when to throw down each chip.

But on the other? His own future image admitted that under all that bravado, Aventurine is constantly battling his own inferiority complex. He’s had to literally fight his way, often to the death, through his entire existence. Making the bet, winning the game of luck and life—it’s beyond scary, and he’s tired. Yet he’s gotten so good at acting that he can, at times, even fool himself into believing his IPC Stratagems title is who he has always been.

So Yan!Aventurine…which side of him do you see?

You know that everything is a game for him. A gamble. And you’re the dice. With a snap of his fingers, he has the means to send your life crashing down as easily as a stack of chips. Suddenly crippled with debt? IPC on your tail? Wanted on Penacony? Oh, he can make it all go away and shower you in fortune for the rest of your life…for a price, of course.

The bargaining coin? You.

But what about those moments when his facade cracks and you see the frightened little boy underneath? When you catch him looking in the mirror, touching the brand on his neck like it might still burn? When you hide in his enormous home and watch as he slowly loses his composure, whispering how he can’t lose another person he loves?

In the end, he’s trying to fool you just as much as himself. Maybe you haven’t lost yet…maybe you can throw your hat in the ring, too.

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Basically 2.1 quest made me horny for Aventurine while simultaneously making me desperate to give him a hug and stroke his hair and comfort him, babygirl deserves the best ♠️💛🎲

[kenjakusbraincum]

Walls

Sukuna x Reader

A small addition to Vows

Synopsis: Two scenes exploring the first times reader and Sukuna respectively break down in the face of reader's terminal illness. Tags/Warnings: sick!gn!reader, master/pet dynamics, angst, hurt/comfort. (Chronologically takes place after reader and Sukuna talk about him taking new pets in the original fic!) Word count: 1.2k Author's note: This is probably as vulnerable as I'll ever write Sukuna :3

You tried to be strong. So long, so hard you tried to be untouchable. You knew sukuna hates weaklings. But you're in so much pain. You can barely swallow anything properly with how sore your throat is from the coughing. It takes so much out of you, physically and mentally, to pretend that this harrowing illness is nothing, and that you're somehow okay with it and ready to die. You're not. You don't want to die. You don't want this life that you've built with Sukuna to end. At least not as abruptly as it seems it will happen. One day you just can't pretend anymore.

Sukuna always asks if you're doing okay. He hopes that one day he'll hear you say yes. But you don't. You mutter a quiet no, and hope the topic would quickly. Not quickly enough. Because you break down crying. It starts small, your usual, timid little crying, but as you talk through it, the weight of your illness presses down on you like a rock - and you break. Loud, helpless. Hysterical bawling, the crying that leaves you breathless, the crying that drains you of everything you have and more.

And Sukuna doesn't know what to do - usually telling you to stop would work, because you would obey his every word, no questions asked. But this is different, this isn't your usual crying about something small, something you aren't allowed to do or something mean Sukuna said. This is a honest, heart wrenching breakdown that has been impending for a while. And he can't tell you to stop - because you can't stop. All he can do is hold you tight, and remind you to breathe.

There's nothing he can do. Healing you is a double edged sword, that provides relief, but at the cost of crashing hopes when the symptoms return. They always return. How useless of him. He can't properly comfort you because he's so detached from human emotions and interactions, he can't save you from this hardship... And he can hardly make it any easier. All he can do is sit with his guilt, little weeping you curled up in his arms, and... that salty drop of liquid that just escaped from his eye to his lip. What was that? Is he?... No, it's impossible.

Of course, reader falls asleep quickly after this. Sukuna stands up to leave, but he finds himself unable to part his stare from the bloody napkins and abandoned crochet projects by your bed. Tea gone cold and plates still full of food and sweets that you didn't have the strength to consume. Clothes untouched, folded neatly in your closet - you don't change out of your sleepwear anymore. The doorknob to the terrace, the one that leads to the garden you love so much, gathering dust after days, weeks of being unopened. You used to go into the garden every day. Your descent is slow, like that of a flower, whose petals slowly dry and detach, until none are left. His favorite flower, the one he loved to admire every day, at every opportunity. The type of flower that grows, blooms once in a hundred years and more.

And Sukuna is a stone, was a stone, stoic and unshaken for the longest time. But he is not as he was before. Love spares no one. Love leaves no one unchanged. He breaks.

You're in his lap in the garden, during one of the last sunny days of autumn. He stares into the distance, lost in thought as he often is, but... his face looks different. Tense, with his brows furrowed and his lips tight. He looks worried, almost sad. You ask him what he's thinking about, and he hesitates. There's a lump in his throat, and you hear it in his voice when he finally speaks. Nothing. He should've said nothing. What a fool.

He tells you he struggles to imagine life without you. And then he looks at you, and you feel it so vividly. A punch to your gut, a knife to your heart. Oh. You know you're dying, but if you had even the slightest of doubts, it's gone now that Sukuna is opening up to you. Sukuna and vulnerability don't exactly go hand in hand.

You sit up and plant a kiss to his shoulder. You tell him what you believe to be true - that the pain is fleeting, and that one day he will be complete again, alone or with someone else in your place. He frowns at you, once more unwilling to accept that scenario. But you want that for him. You truly, wholy believe that he is worth your - and anyone else's love. That he's beautiful, he keeps you safe, provides for you, pleasures you, listens to you - what more can anyone ask for? There's a thousand humans who would die for a chance to be loved like that, who would be just as genuine and grateful as you - and he crumbles, telling you to just shut up! He turns his head in another direction, facing you with the veins popping in his neck. He should've known you would try to make it better. He should've known you wouldn't let him wallow in his misery.

You crawl closer, reaching your hand for his face and trying to pull it towards you, but he doesn't budge. He holds his breath. He really doesn't want you to see him like this. Weak, pathetic.

Sukuna. You call him by his name. So intimate, forbidden. So personal you don't think you've ever called him that outside his bed, and even then it was pried off your lips, pulled from the depths of your conscience, out of your control. Anyone else would've paid for the mistake of uttering his name with their lives. But it's nothing new that you have privileges others don't.

Sukuna. You wrap your arms around him and lean into a hug, and he accepts it, squeezing you so tight he almost leaves breathless. You kiss up his neck, his cheek - wet, and his lips, almost trembling as they touch yours. There's so much more you want to tell him - but he shushes you. Kisses you again, tells you to forget it, it will be fine. You're not sure if he's saying it to you or to himself.

You tell him you know, that's what you've been trying to say the whole time. Then you smile at him, that angelic smile of yours, and smooth your hands over his face, wiping the frown off of his face. What a magical little being you are, he thinks to himself as he savors your beauty. You always had the power to take his anger and turn it into love.

No, Sukuna doesn't think that he could ever scoop up another little human like you out of the crowd. For a moment he thinks maybe it's better that you die, simply because he fears how far he would keep falling for you if nothing stopped him. He thinks maybe he would've become a different man. A better man. But your fate is sealed, and with it, any and all hopes for a changed Sukuna. Soon you will breathe your last breath, and Sukuna will once again be a monster, unbound by anyone or anything. Free of the confines that you've passed upon him - the heaviness of a human conscience. Closer to the man he was before he met you. But never, ever the same again.

[shootingstarwritings]

In-hair-atence

When they pass, some give money, others give land, and even a few are able to part with important mementos or family heirlooms. Me? I give people the honor of becoming my next vessel.

One a peaceful Sunday morning, I awoke with my little boytoy next to me. "Good morning, Hunter," I whispered sweetly as I gave him a tiny peck on his lips. Though the day had only just begun, I could feel my weary bones protest as I stirred.

This body was in its 60s, and I was beginning to reach the end of my rope with it. It had treated me well the past few decades, but it was time to move on.

"Good morning," said Hunter, smiling back. He always tried his hardest to reciprocate the love I showered him with, but we both knew he was merely faking. I had already paid his new luxurious apartment and had him placed in my will. As long as he played the part, his financial future was practically guaranteed. Once I croaked, he was free to spend my fortune however he wished.

That was fine for me as well. I wasn't ready to part with the money I had accrued during the centuries I had been alive. And his youthful, stupid vigor was exactly what I needed after spending so long inside this older body.

"I've got a little gift for you," I told him, chuckling when his eyes lit up as they always did. So predictable, so stupid. Digging into my nightstand, I pulled out a little box barely the size of my hand. "I want to see you wear it," I whispered as I handed it to him.

Hunter didn't pay much attention. He opened the tiny box and pulled out a tiny necklace. "Is this it?" he said, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice. He probably thought it was something more chic. His mood shifted when he noticed my incredulous look. "I didn't think it'd be so small is all. I love it!" he said, beaming at me with forced enthusiasm. I just smiled back and nodded, encouraging him to put it on.

The fool put i on without hesitation, and his fate was sealed.

As soon as the necklace was around his neck, the spell began to take form. "Huh, what the--?" was all Hunter was able to say before he collapsed on the bed, flat on his back. His body seized up as a tidal wave of magic crashed over the apartment bedroom.

I breathed out a sigh of relief as all sensations failed me. My body, nostalgic yet well-worn out, faded into nothing but dust as my essence was freed once more. Hunter could do nothing but look on in horror as his sugar daddy faded away and a body-stealing specter now hovered above him.

"Enjoy your gift," I whispered before plunging into him. He of course struggled, but his weak and vain soul was no match for my experienced self. I swiftly engulfed his essence into my own, feeling a lifetime of memories in the span of a few seconds, and rapidly expanded into his convulsing body.

"Ahh...! Aurgh... right there!" I gasped as I felt the sensation of filling a new vessel. His youthful vigor, the rug of hair all over him, and his bottomless libido... all of these came together as my hips thrust into the air, releasing a shower of cum all over my new form.

I opened my eyes and took my first breath. I was like a newborn. The world was so intense, so sharp, and so full of possibilities.

"So long, Mr. Grayson," I muttered. My old vessel used to be a dear friend before I stole his body. Now he was gone, and a new life was mine. "And hello to a sexy new me."

And the cycle began anew.

[theemporium]

okaaaaaaaaaaay i just the new dialogue prompts so prompt no. 1 with sirius but please feed us with a lovesick fool!sirius <33333

1.”Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?”

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Sirius Black loved to do anything that would piss his mother off and take her a step closer to an early grave. 

Whether it was proudly sitting amongst those who weren’t purebloods or part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, or wearing his house colours with pride despite the stain it left on the Black name. Whether it was embracing muggle culture, or picking on every little fight he could when he stayed under her roof. 

Sirius liked to push her buttons. He liked to poke the bear and he liked watching that vein on her forehead look as though it was seconds away from exploding. In fact, it had been another one of her fancy dinners that he attended on a whim in hopes to find a way to piss her off. 

What Sirius hadn’t been expecting was to meet you. And what he certainly wasn’t expecting was to fall head over heels for the girl his mother would ship him off with before he could even blink. 

He had tried to fight his feelings for as long as he could. He reminded himself that you were probably a pureblood elitist like the others in that room, that you were a Slytherin and you probably turned your nose down at people who he considered his closest friends. 

But then he started noticing you around Hogwarts and quickly realised that wasn’t the case. And it became a quick—and borderline pathetic game—for Sirius to find any excuse to be near you, to be on your radar.

He made jokes whenever he knew you were in the room and eagerly sought out your reaction to see if you laughed. He would make funny comments in classes you shared together to see if you’d lift your head from your textbook to notice him. He would throw peas at you during dinner to see if you would turn around to find him in the chaos of the Great Hall. 

His most recent attempt wasn’t even meant to be anything grand. Just a simple question he made up so he would have an excuse to walk over to you during potions and talk to you. 

But then Snape had made a point of kicking his bookbag in Sirius’ path and the wizard didn’t have enough time to catch the movement before he was stumbling forward, crashing down on a table full of potion bottles that smashed around him.

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

Sirius blinked, the blaring lights above slowly being covered by your face as you stared down at him with a concerned expression, eyes glancing over him to make sure there were no physical injuries. 

There was a slightly bitter, citrus-like taste on his lips that he didn’t have a chance to question before he was blurting out the first thought that came to his head when he saw your face in his line of vision. 

“You are really pretty!”

You paused, glancing down at the boy with a slightly surprised expression. “What?”

“Like, genuinely one of the fittest witches I have ever seen in my life,” he kept going, unable to stop himself. “Maybe even the fittest.”

“Thank you?” you said, a little unsure by the bold statement. 

“I think you might actually be the girl of my dreams but you make me nervous to talk to you and I have never had that with a girl before,” he told you, his eyes widening a little at just how easily that confession slipped from his lips. 

Sirius quickly scrambled to sit up, not caring about his soaked uniform or the mess around him as he glanced down at the bottles smashed on the floor. His eyes landed on a certain label and he tried not to let out a string of curse words.

Of course out of all the potions he could have possibly accidentally consumed, it had to be a truth potion.

“You feeling okay there, Black?” you asked cautiously.

“I like the way you say my name!” Sirius blurted out before slapping a hand over his mouth. “I—uh, pretend I didn’t say…anything that I just said in the last few minutes.”

However, to his surprise, you smiled and let out a small laugh. “Anything else you like?”

“You!” Sirius said confidently, though his face and ears burned as red as his house tie. “I…fuck. Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what? You’re pretty and smart and you make my heart feel funny.”

“I make your heart feel funny,” you repeated, sounding amused by his confession.

“Yeah, like a good funny,” Sirius continued even if his hands were clenched into fists at his side, nails digging into his sweaty palms. “Makes me wanna kiss you.”

You raised your brows. “Yeah?”

Sirius contemplated if a sinkhole swallowing him up would be too far-fetched to occur right now. “Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t need a potion to tell you I wanna kiss you too, Black.”

His eyes widened. “You do?”

“You’re not as subtle as you think,” you told him with a grin. “But it’s cute.” 

Sirius grinned back at you. “So, if I asked you out on a date, you’d say yes?”

“Ask me, Black, and then you’ll see.”

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[simpfr]

There isn't enough of him.

I love this lil guy even though i haven't watched the movie yet and I can't find any fanfics of him? Not even on ao3 dude. So I'm gonna do it myself. Correct me if i make mistakes or if he's out of character.

I wish you knew.

Part 1.

"You don't think that's weird, do you?" he asked with worry in his voice as he looked you deep in the eye, searching for the slightest twitch or look of of disgust to confirm that you did in fact, think it was weird.

He just confessed his undying love for one of your friends, gayatri, and how he would stare at her constantly while admiring her every move from afar. Her smile, the way she talks, everything.

But, what he wasn't aware of, was that you already knew all of that and how it saddened you to know that you really never stood a chance of capturing his heart for it was already in the hands of someone far better than you.

Oh how you much you wish he would think of you like that instead.

You couldn't help but crack a smile out of both sorrow and jealousy, "of course not. I would've been a fool to not have realized that months ago."

"Wait what... YOU KNEW??" he exclaimed while crawling over to your side of the bed to hold your shoulders in a tight grasp.

With the way he was acting you would've thought i confessed to being a master mind behind a mass genocide.

"Well, who wouldn't be able to recognize that luxurious hair of yours nearly everywhere they go?" you sassed while rolling your eyes playfully to which he smiled at.

"Should've followed y'all with a bald cap on then."

was it wrong that you liked how close he was to you right now? If only you leaned in a little closer so you could—

"Oh no, You don't think she realized too do you!?" dang it.

with a long sigh, you answered, "No pavitr, I- she's as busy as bee. She doesn't have time to look around her surroundings and look at people."

for a split moment, it looked as if he had something to say but decided to go against it and just nod instead.

Nothing after was said. Just pure silence that was neither comfortable or awkward. A loud beep came from his watch he for some reason randomly got three months ago as a disappointed look arose upon his face.

"Uh, I gotta go. Remember to close the door and leave the key in the machine, okay?" he smiled before leaving with a bag in hand not giving you the opportunity to respond.

"Sure." you said to..well, technically the door.

-

Surprisingly, you didn't end up leaving but instead ended up accidentally falling asleep which, in your mind, was considered disrespectful but it's not like you did it on purpose.

You got out of his bed and remade it before proceeding to clean the house as a way of saying "sorry for over staying my stay". Pavitr was a tidy person so there wasn't much of a mess in the first place and it made you finish right in time to hear a crash from inside the hall.

Quickly, you grabbed the most damage doing item, which was ironically a bat, and began to approach the room.

"Shit. I really did a number on myself this time.." the voice you guessed belonged to whoever cause the loud bang before said. Wait was it—

"Pavitr?..." the boy looked at you in shock, face fully appalled as if he was caught in the midst of committing a crime.

He had cuts and bruises everywhere while his breath was clearly unsteady making you even more concerned than you were before.

"Are you okay!??!" you exclaimed as you rush towards him dropping the bat in your hand as you did so. you began looking all over him for more injuries that you haven't seen while asking questions like, "who did this?" "does it hurt?" and not before long you realize he had a deep gash on his left cheek.

You carefully placed your hand behind it, rubbing the area to cease the pain, "you aren't in a gang, Are you?" the question was dumb and naive yet you still asked, and to that he let out a heart filled laugh as he placed his hand over yours, "I'm fine, and no I'm not in a gang, y/n." he gave your hand a quick squeeze before placing back to your side.

"Are you sure? You look like you've been working out a lot..."

What you said didn't click for a hot minute before, boom.

You wanted to off yourself.

And of course, the boy who you complimented had the most cockiest smirk known to man on his face, "that's where your mind was at?"

Not even bothering to explain yourself, you went for the first kid and returned.

"Sit."

He compiled without a fight, probably exhausted from the standing up for so long after already being tired.

And with that, you began to work your magic.

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You ended up cuddling after you both took a shower (not together) and pavitr immediately fell asleep while you were caught up with your thoughts.

Does anything I do make him feel like i do whenever he does something?

Does what we're doing right now make him as flustered as I am?

Did anything I do matter?

Truthfully, you wanted the fact you did what you did to consume his mind and make him feel the way you do for him which could be admitted as...weird.

You just wanted your feelings to be returned, was that too much to ask for?

You couldn't help but stare and admire his features and the way the dim moonlight blocked by the curtains complimented his features so well.

"I wish you knew."

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Part 2

[just-some-random-blogger]

Hii!

I just came across your empress work with kylo ren and i absolutely loved it.

But i was wondering...

Could you maybe write something like that but with kylo marring a jedi reader to restore balance and peace to the galaxy?

Say That Again

"-- say it," Kylo mutters. His voice becomes shaky, "I want to hear you say it."

Kylo Ren x Jedi!Reader | 1k+ | cw: gender neutra!reader, implied kidnapping, violence/mentions of injury, lovers to enemies, pining, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: this req is remix of this anon's and @copiasratsstuff request where basically YN refers to Kylo with his first name and it makes him snap. also T_T i had to send myself this anon ask because i accidentally posted this WITHOUT ANYTHING on the post LMAO. i hope you enjoy it my loves <3 <3 <3 tbh I think this turned out better than what I had in mind slayyyyed

My heart pounds as I run down the halls. My hands were tingling and moistened with agitation. I huff when I catch sight of the space craft.

I swipe an arm and, using my Force, a pair of stormtroopers crash to the side, clearing my passage.

The footsteps thundering towards me grows louder when I get to the ship and pry the door open with my Force. Just as I'm about to get into the vehicle, a scorching blow hits my leg, then my shoulder. A loud cry leaves my lips before I can even think.

Similarly, I hear painful screaming from afar. "Didn't I say to hold your fire?!"

My panic heightens at the echo of that voice. Through the excruciating pain, I tell myself to push forward. This was it, after all, this was the opening to the freedom I was waiting for.

But the next thing I knew, a dark Force overcame me, and I didn't have enough strength to break free of it.

I thud into the arms of my captor, and whine in pain. I clench my jaw and slowly lift my eyes, glaring at him.

My expression is vaguely reflected on the Supreme Leader's black mask. He sighs before speaking, "you reap what you sow."

I growl and hiss, "and soon will you."

He carries me in his arms, all the way back to my prison cell. He sets me down on his bed l, and as he takes off his helmet, I fling him back with Force, making him lose his balance.

The man doesn't topple though. What only happens is his dark hair falls onto his face. He tilts his head, "childish."

I scoff, "I'm glad you're self-aware."

The Sith Lord says nothing in response. He walks off, props his helmet on his cabinet, and opens a drawer. He walks over to me with bandages and ointment.

I raise a brow as he sits on my side, "you're not going to heal me?"

"The pain will be good for you," he replies, grabbing my injured leg with little regard.

I whine and shift to lessen my discomfort. He begins to lather ointment on my laser gash.

As he does this in silence, and as I behold his profile, his nose, his lips, his lashes, I see flashes of the past from his face. I see a memory of when we were younger, both still under the guidance of our master, Luke. I see his sweet smile, hear his soft laugh, feel his tender kiss... my Ben.

Of course, we were young fools in love. Deep down, we knew we could never be; attachments were dangerous. And yet he promised me himself and I promised him myself, and somehow he believes that was the same as us being married.

That was why he captured me. That was why he was binding my wounds. That was why he was unwilling to let me go. According to him, I was the balance the galaxy craved, I was the balance he long yearned for.

"We are married," he says, a-matter-of-factly.

My face sours, "get out of my head."

"Even if you did, even if you managed to run," he turns to me, one hand gripping my knee, "you think I would just let you go?"

We stare at each other for a while.

"After all I've done to have you?" he narrows his eyes.

"You wouldn't be able to find me," I lean in as I retort.

He leans closer, "and yet you would eventually surrender because your heart is weak."

I whine when he pulls the bandage around me tighter than necessary.

"Your soft heart would not bear the destruction I'd exact on the stars to find you," he ties the bandage and turns back to me. He scoffs under his breath, "you and your empathy."

The last of what remained of Ben Solo stared at me. Perhaps I was the only one delusional enough to see it. He was barely there in face, and in soul, I fear he may be lost forever.

I turn away.

He releases my leg and grabs my arm, "take your top off."

I decide not to put up a fight, there was no point. I take my burnt top off so he could wrap the injury on my shoulder blade.

He moves me so my back is turned to him. He stares at my wound for a prolonged moment. I am tempted to look back at him when I realize he felt pity for me.

"You shouldn't have run."

I don't look back, "you shouldn't have chased after-" I hiss when he applies ointment on my burn.

"You shouldn't have run," he repeats, harder this time.

"Kylo, please-"

"What?"

I look over my shoulder.

"What did you just call me?"

His expression is that of shock and excitement. I quickly correct myself, "Ben. Your name is B-"

"That's not my name," he raises a finger, "that's not what you said-"

"That's what I mea-"

"Say that again, say it," Kylo mutters. His voice becomes shaky, "I want to hear you say it."

I clench my jaw and shake my head. "Your name is Ben Solo."

He releases a deep breath.

I grab his cheeks. It was the first time I had ever willingly touched him, and so tenderly at that, "that is your name. That is who you--"

"Ben is dead," Kylo grabs my wrists, yanking me away from him.

My heart races when I feel the hot air from his lungs.

"I am all that's left," he whispers, brows furrowing. His voice is shaky again, "Ben was weak. He could not even speak his love for you out loud," he shakes his head, "not me. I would make sure the whole galaxy knows my love for you."

I gasp when he grabs my face and kisses me. I immediately shove him away, and when I do, this man with wide, glassy eyes stares back at me.

For once, his face evokes something more than anger out of me. I see his desperation and it pinches my heart.

"Ben-"

"That's not my name," he blurts, snapping out of his trance and jumping to his feet. His moment of vulnerability was over. Staring down at me now was no one else besides the Supreme Leader of the First Order. He wipes his face and blankness falls on his features.

I mean to call his name out again but he speaks before I can.

"I will have a medic attend to your wounds," he says flatly, "don't think to flee while I'm gone."

I watch him walk out of the door.

[thatfreshi]

I Want to Mean It - Astarion x Reader

Your wedding is fast approaching, and you have one last preparation to make.

Recommended Song: Sick of Losing Soulmates - Dodie

You and Astarion are set to get married tomorrow evening. After nautiloid crashes and illithid parasites, you never really thought you'd get to do some romantic ritual like this. After all, both of you should have been long gone by now, yet Lady Luck stuck around.

Despite how soon the ceremony is, you've been quite busy working with Gale, who just so happens to be your best man. A powerful wizard like that is good to have on your side, especially when marrying a vampire. After yet another long day of perfecting spells and testing magical methods, you return home to your lover, who is making last-minute stitches into his wedding outfit.

"If it isn't my soon-to-be spouse, come here my love."

Despite his cold skin, it's a warm embrace. You're tense though, and he can sense it.

"What's the matter darling?"

You try to swallow the nervousness, but it sticks in your throat.

"I'm sorry I've been so busy this week. I just wanted to make sure everything was perfect for us."

"Why of course. It has to be a night to remember after all. Wouldn't be our wedding if it wasn't."

You go to grab something out of your pocket, wrapping your hand around a small vial, almost shattering the glass with your grasp.

"What have we here?"

He slips his hand past yours, easily removing the vial from your hand. To his surprise, it's empty. There is a slight coating of what used to be a liquid inside.

"Astarion, I love you so, so much."

He investigates the vial further, almost ignoring your sentence.

"Well of course my love, I know that."

He uncorks the vial, and is immediately hit with a sickeningly sweet smell, a scent he can't quite place.

"My god, what is this. Or better yet, what was this?"

You're shaking, unsure of what he'll say if you tell him. Instead, you move to your other pocket and grab a rolled-up piece of paper from Gale's journal. Putting it in his pale hand, you go to sit on the bed, head in your hands. He begins reading.

"On the sixth day of attempting to perfect my spell, I have confirmed the following:

It was successful

The research I found was accurate and correctly documented

The subject has gained immortality."

There is more listed below, but he doesn't read it.

"Tav, you idiot. You absolute fool I-"

Astarion is unable to speak, both dumbfounded and emotional.

"Ambrosia, you're playing dangerous games. Games you don't know the rules to."

He's angry, you expected him to be. As someone who has lived for centuries, he knows what you've asked for, what you've done. Ambrosia, a liquid of pure joy, one of the only things that can grant immortality. You spoke to Gale for weeks on end, trying to figure out the safest way to live forever. Turns out, there are very few, and this one was quite difficult to perform.

"Astarion I-"

"No, we have to reverse it, we have to go to him right now and figure out how to stop this."

"Aster, my love, you know as well as I do that's not possible."

"Well damn it he'll make it possible!"

You shudder a little. He doesn't raise his voice often, usually only ever out of fear. Then the tears roll.

"Why would you do this to yourself."

You get up from the bed and wrap your arms around his shoulders. He turns away, almost as if he's ashamed of your choice.

"Because when we say our vows tomorrow, and I tell you I want to be yours forever, I want to mean it."

You begin to sob too, not out of fear, but out of how much you love this man. Years ago you never would've drunk something like Ambrosia, you never would've asked to live forever.

"But you'll be stuck with me forever. Hells, I'm stuck with me forever and sometimes I wish I wasn't."

You don't know what to say, how to tell him you knew this was right, how you and Gale fought about what you were asking for, how he said that Astarion would react this way. While you try to gather the words, he turns to look at you again, still overwhelmed by this information.

"What if... what if you get sick of me?"

You wipe a tear away from his eye, and give him a bittersweet smile.

"You know damn well we're already sick of each other."

You chuckle, he does too.

"You should've told me."

"Well, I wanted my wedding gift to be a surprise."

While the mood lightens, he loses some of the tension, all of the anger dissipates. He realizes he's not alone anymore, that he won't have to watch you pass on into the afterlife without him.

"Well, it's a phenomenal gift my sweet."

You both become enraptured in a deep kiss, something ravenous behind his lips, something relieved in his heart. That kiss multiplies, until you're both out of breath.

"Save some of that for after the ceremony dear."

You wink at him, and you both burst out laughing. The hysteria in the air, it's something you've never quite felt before, and you'd get every chance to feel it again, alongside with Astarion, and you realize you've never felt more sure about anything in your life. This is one decision you'll never question, as long as he's yours, and you are his.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 58

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

The Value of a Moment by @a-fools-errand

When Lance’s previously obsolete skills in language suddenly become very useful, he finds himself wondering why aliens can’t account for the fact that humans, particularly him, need sleep and would prefer linear timelines. (Or: an Arrival AU because I love that movie)

yall OBSESSED does not begin to cover it. i have never read a fic where lance was so goddamn cool. and in like. the insanest of ways?? like of course lance is a polyglot but THIS....this is a whole new level. i havent even finished it fully yet but like god this thing is so fucking cool. if ur looking for a longfic stop looking

2. Rest Stop by @flaming-potato-arsonarson

Lance wasn't like the rest of the world. And he had never had a loving mother tell him it made him stronger for it. So he told himself, gathering up his courage and grit to face a world of winged humanity, when he, in fact, has no wings and turns into a mermaid instead. A world that wants him to die. So he'd keep this secret like a knife in his boot, a sharp weapon until he died on his own terms. Not because of who he was. Except, Team Voltron isn't so sure why Lance is all rough edges and sharp points about showing off his wings. Or acting like a member of the Flock in general. It's clear he cares for them, but he's never shown an intimate part of him. Until he has to.

oh god this has gotta be one of my CLASSIC fics. read it a few dozen times. i read it right when it came out, six ish years ago (goddamn), i can remember curling up in my old bunk bad and eating this up as the hours ticked by. i was HOOKED. my jaw was dropped my eyes were glued. could not get enough. if youre looking for mermaid lance with a twist....brother this is it

3. Looking for Rain by @thewriter2

Like most things, it starts with the little things: his smile, his confidence, his talent. Eventually, all these little things add up to one big thing that threatens to crash over them like a heavy rain. But, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing. Maybe something beautiful would come from it. A 5+1 (really a 10+1) of Lance and Keith falling in love.

oh god guys..... @thewriter2 knows how to fucking haunt you. if a 10+1 (!!) isnt enough for you, i want you to know this line has been echoing in my head since i first read: "He looks at you like you’re a storm and he’s a desert desperate to drown." UM??? EXCUSE ME???? SIMILE OF ALL TIME ACTUALLY???? keith being so so visibly obviously in love with lance is my actual roman empire shit never leaves my mind

4. Astronauts by @thewriter2

When they entered the Blue Lion, Keith was Lance’s rival--the person Lance was working so hard to surpass. But slowly, Lance found himself thinking of Keith less as a rival and more as something close to a friend. So of course, Lance’s traitor of a heart decided that it would be Lance’s kind of friend that it would fall in love with.

tags to sell you: "keith is a dork but lance loves him anyway" (dorky keith my beloved), "hunk is an a+ friend" (yes he is), "lance is a lovesick fool" (yeah), and "allura is older sister goals" yes yes YES you get it. and like....while keith pov is my favourite to write by far, lances pov as he realises he is in love....that will always hold such a special special place in my heart

5. his own worth by frogsterz

In the middle of the conversation, Lance stops talking and no one notices. It’s not like he had been leading the conversation, for he hadn’t been, but somehow the fact that his lack of input or opinion isn’t noticed tightens the grip loneliness has on his heart. He looks down at his food, his face burning, his throat tightening up.

now usually anything but team as family isnt my deal. im not big on classic langst. but keith as a knight in shining armour.....what can i say i am weak willed. deeply. also " It’s what made it worse. I miss home and I miss being held and the rain, and I loved you. I thought you hated me." got me so bad got me WEAK like i have never recovered from that line and i doubt i ever will

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[jupiter-letters]

Dating Oliver Queen would include:

Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: Suggestive content

A/N: There is not enough oliver queen fics on the internet like this man is so fine. 😩😩😩 You guys need to wake up and appreciate him I'm so serious. This is gonna be based off comic/jlu oliver since I don't rock with the live action one. We don't like live action counter parts in these parts.

In the beginning it doesn't take much for him to work up the courage to ask you out. You weren't having it at first given his reputation, all the girls and boys couldn't get enough of Oliver Queen. This inital skepticism in his motives leads to him trying to win you over, aka impressing you. This results in a cute little back and forth with you two. Him going bigger and bigger with his gestures and you shaking your head amused at his antics. You do cave eventually seeing how far he'll go to get your attention.

You can't go on missions with him at all. At first he's taking everything as seriously as he's supposed to but, the last half he's fooling around.

God forbid it's a stakeout, yeah you both need to keep a look out but he just wants to kiss you for 5 minutes that's all. He teases you about it too he's so annoying. He'll get real close when you're looking out your binoculars and whisper in your ear, "Come on honey you know you wanna kiss me." wink wink nudge nudge. Of course you end up making out on a rooftop only stopping when an explosion goes off in the distance.

He loves taking you on trips, spoiling you in general. Even if you insist you don't need anything he just likes giving you stuff. You need new headphones? Got it. You need a new car, say no more he's got it.

When things get difficult he likes to try to joke just to see you smile, or elevate some tension. Oliver isn't the type of guy to do nothing when his partner is feeling down. He at his core is very proactive, if the jokes don't work he'll make your favorite drink or take you for a drive.

If you are a superhero/vigilante, he makes sure he gets paired up with you so he can have your back. Powers or no powers he doesn't want you to go alone. If you're a civilian, he checks in on you during missions. He could be mid-fight and call you about how your day was. "So....What are you wearing?" SMASH! CRASH! SHATTER! "Hang on one sec honey!" When he does get injured he tries to play it off like it's not as bad as it actually is. He'll melt when you take of his injuries, he'll never be quieter than when you do that.

He really doesn't like to sleep without you, some nights he gets nightmares about being back on the island. You're always there to comfort him after, being able to hold you when you both sleep is very grounding for him. Being able to wake up next to you is best part of his day, he likes to sneak off while you're sleeping and make pancakes.

Having to go with him undercover to gather intel, he going to have a very hard time concentrating when you get dressed up. He's having a conversation with Bruce and Dick when you walk in. As soon as you come into his view his mind goes blank for a moment. Dick has to snap his fingers in front of Oliver's face to bring him back to Earth. He CANNOT be away from you all night after that, of course you get the info you need but he won't stop complimenting you.

"Yeah I agree with you gorgeous." "Of course beautiful, duly noted." "Creeps like that aren't coming anywhere near you pretty." "You might be too smart for me good-looking." "I can't wait to get out of here you look stunning tonight."

He is your biggest fan, when he wants to make a decision he asks for your input. In the watchtower and the hall of justice, during mission briefings he makes sure you can voice your opinion uninterrupted. He'll even buy merch of your superhero logo, you might walk into his mansion and see him wearing a shirt with your logo on it. Oliver may even get you a green arrow shirt and look at you like this 🥺🥺 to get you to wear it.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

[jjuniehao]

[11:56 pm]: kang taehyun

taehyun is exhausted. his shoulder hurts, his lunch sucked, he got scolded because of course he fucking did and to make his already sour mood even worse, you haven’t texted him back the last few hours.

he can’t really blame you, he supposes. it’s almost midnight, maybe you had a similarly shitty day and just went to bed the second you got home — he understands, because that’s exactly what he plans to do tonight.

a deep sigh escapes him when he finally opens the door to your apartment, shrugging off his jacket and kicking his shoes off somewhere. he’ll put them away properly in the morning, he swears, right now he just needs to crawl into bed with you and fall asleep with his arms wrapped around you.

taehyun is a little caught off guard when he notices the light coming from the living room, did you forget to turn them off? maybe you fell asleep on the couch? he shuffles into the room, hand on the light switch when a…pile of blankets? on the floor catches his eye.

“what the f—“

a muffled gasp came from inside the pile and taehyun startles a little when your head suddenly pops out, looking up at him excitedly. “tae, i didn’t hear you come home—“ he silently watches you trying to crawl out of what he assumes to be a pillow fort as carefully as possible, scared of destroying your hard work.

taehyun can’t bite back the small albeit tired smile on his face when you finally stand in front of him, the excitement sparkling in your eyes successfully making his heart squeeze in a way he only ever experienced with you.

before he can ask you what you’re doing, why you decided to gather up all your blankets and pillows to build a questionably looking pillow fort at midnight, he’s tightly wrapped in your comforting embrace. letting out a deep sigh he tentatively wraps his arms around you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, basking in your warmth.

taehyun doesn’t know why, but he very quickly finds himself rapidly blinking the sudden tears in his eyes away. it’s like everything just came crashing down the second your engulfed him in your arms, like he could finally breathe and relax for the first time in a while. it felt nice, though he still felt stupid for crying into your shoulder out of nowhere like that.

you don’t say anything. you just let him cry, one of your hands coming up to run your fingers through his hair, anything to soothe him a little and get him to relax completely.

“what’s up with that messy pile?” taehyun mutters through sniffles, just barely lifting his head from your shoulder to get a look at your face. “wh— messy pile?!” he chuckles at your furrowed brows, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“it’s a pillow fort, okay? i thought it would be nice,” your voice gets softer towards the end and it makes his heart soar, “and you look like you could use something nice, hm?”

taehyun already feels like crying again when you cup his face and look up at him with this heart wrenching mix of overflowing love and worry; you just want him to be fine and healthy and happy.

god, he’s a fool in love.

he nods silently and watches you crawl back into the fort first, smiling softly when you hold open the entrance for him with your head popping out, looking up at him expectantly. following suit he gets comfortable next to you, the sheer amount of soft material surrounding him making it virtually impossible for him to be uncomfortable.

the dimly lit atmosphere is cozy and makes taehyun drowsy, snuggling closer to you almost on instinct when he feels his eyelids getting heavier. you pull him closer to you, letting him rest his head on your chest, hands gently rubbing along his back to soothe his tired muscles.

“i love you,” he whispers tiredly, tightening the hold he has on you, “and your messy pile.”

you pinch his side in retaliation for the slandering of your hard work, his sleepy chuckles making your heart flutter. “love you too,” you mumble against his skin, pressing a few kisses along his forehead, “even if you’re mean about my very nice pillow fort.”

part of the bucketlist boyfriends series

*i can’t link it since it messes w the tags </3

[probablyspooky]

One of Us (Alien VS Predator Celtic x Fem! Reader)

Born as if you were a yautja yourself, you join your pack to go on your right of passage trip. But running into other humans always causes problems for you.

Trigger warnings : Blood, swearing, white men of course, British people

The clashing of metal on metal echoed throughout the stone walls you called home, the dry humid head of yautja prime beating down on your skin as you dragged in a crate of whatever into the home. Placing the heavy box onto a small table in the center of the room, a loud crash could be heard, followed by a roar, then two roars, and then finally three roars. You pinched the bridge of your nose and walked down the long hallway to the training area out back. Opening the large door you were greeted with three brothers wrestling one another in anger. The smallest Scar, was grabbing his brother Chopper, trying to get him off balance, as their oldest brother Celtic was holding Scar by the leg and Chopper by the arm trying to separate the two. Spit and growls filled your ears as they continued to try and fight one another.

You coughed trying to get their attention, when that didn’t work, you did it again, louder, making all three brothers freeze during their little scuffle. Celtic dropped both his brothers and walked over to you, draping an arm around your waist.

Despite your origins, and your small stature, Celtic found comfort within you as his mate. You’ve proved your strength through combat strategy, and combat intelligence. His gentle purrs emanated from his chest as he greeted you softly, a bit embarrassed that you got to see his two brothers fighting like that.

“Hello my love,” Celtic purred, placing his chin to your head, “What goes on today?”

You placed a comforting hand onto his arm and looked up at him, typically he would be wearing his combat mask, but today his face was free, you weren’t complaining as you loved him as much as a human could love a creature as marvelous as he.

“A package came,” you told him, looking at the other two brothers who were aggravated by their previous scuffle.

“A package?”asked Chopper, tilting his head towards Celtic and yourself, “Who was it from?”

You rolled your eyes,”You know I can’t read”

“Yeah fool,” Wolf mumbled under his breath, antagonizing his older brother.

Chopper grabbed Wolf into a headlock and the two began scrapping again in the courtyard, Celtic growled lowly, and took your hand, leading you back into the home the four of you shared. The two of you walked into the main area, and he took a look at the wooden crate that was sitting upon the table, reading the label himself.

“What does it say?” you questioned, tilting your head at your mate.

Celtic excitedly picked up the crate and ripped the wooden lid off like it was nothing.

“It is a message from the Elders! We can go on our right of passage soon!”, he clicked excitedly, mandibles stretching out and retracting.

“Does…does it say..?”

“Yes my small one, you are invited as well!”, he clicked, putting the box down, strolling over to you and lifting you into the air in joy.

Now here you were, aboard a ship floating in orbit of Earth, the planet where your ancestors came from, but it was not your home.

The three brothers were adorned in their finest armor, excited for the trip, the crate that had been delivered contained the plasmacaster holders that clipped into their armor, along with a smaller set of traditional yautja armor, armor that now clutched your body tightly for your protection.

“I must say sister,” Chopper started, coming over to the viewing deck, “You look very good in that armor, if Celtic wasn’t my brother, I surely would battle him for your hand”

If only Chopper was a bit more observant, he would notice Celtic standing behind him, the oldest brother was very protective of you, he grabbed his brother's dreads, causing Chopper to yelp in pain.

“My ooman, brother is not a prize to be won,” he growled, throwing his brother onto the ground.

Chopper growled and walked off, possibly to go annoy the youngest brother. Once the sliding door shut behind him, Celtic turned his attention to you.

“Are you nervous?”, he asked, taking your small hand into his

“A bit, I am excited to prove myself again,” you smiled up at him, leaning your head onto his broad shoulder.

“I believe you will be victorious in our mission today, the Elders would not have allowed you to accompany us if they did not have faith in you.”

“Thank you my love,”

“Anything for you”

You could hear the purring coming from his chest, as your wrist gauntlets began to buzz, signaling you to head to the drop pods for deployment.

Walking through the metal halls, and eventually to the loading bay, the four of you entered thin tubes of metal, and soon feeling the pressure drop, you were shot out of the mothership to Earth. Holding onto the sides as the pod shook, and eventually being jolted a bit as the pod crashed into the icey Earth. The pod’s hologram began talking saying the doors were now opened and to hurry and make your clan proud, yet your door never opened. Sighing, you took your boot and began to kick the door out from the inside out, with a couple of good kicks the door dislodged and you were greeted by your mate and his brothers, just standing around your pod watching.

“You could’ve helped,” you groaned, stepping out onto the ice.

“Yeah, but that would be no fun,” Chopper chuckled, turning to the large ice tunnel that led to the temple.

Celtic explained that some other humans were lured here when the Elders began to heat up the temple, forcing the queen to produce facehuggers for them to eventually hunt the xenomorph that would eventually form from that.

Chopper excitedly, pulled out his wrist blades and jumped down the hole to the temple entrance. Scar growling and following his brother, leaving Celtic and you.

“Do you want me to carry you?” he asked, putting his hand out to you.

“In your dreams,” you smirked under your mask, jumping down the hole after them.

“I want you to sire my young,” Celtic grunted, jumping lastly down the hole.

At the end of the tunnel, it seemed there was a small crew at the base of the temple, using your cloaking devices the four of you slowly walked through the camp, trying your hardest not to bring any attention to yourselves. Of course though, a person had to look a bit too hard at the moving figures that seemed to move through nothing. 

A man drew his weapon and began firing at you, the smallest target, it dinked off your armor, and of course your mate did not like that one bit.

Celtic let out a battle cry as he charged his massive frame towards the man, kicking him down with little to no effort. You sighed as the rest of the team began firing at your mate, the two others decloaked along with you and began attacking the humans. Grabbing your spear weapon, you charged at a human man, piercing him through his jaw, and swinging him towards his friends. Running and placing your now retracted spear between their two heads, and then releasing it, stabbing the two in the head at the same time.

Eventually the carnage of the three brothers and yourself left no crew members alive on the above surface. Celtic walked over to you.

“Are you hurt?”

“I can handle myself love,” you groaned

He nodded, knowing he would have to put aside his protective nature towards you while you were on this mission.

The four of you made your way to the main chambers, where the plasma casters should be. But no plasma casters were there. Chopper and Scar began to howl with anger, where could they be? Before any words can be spoken, the temple begins to shift, and three paths open in front of you. With a nod, the mission was clear, Scar and Chopper into their own path, and Celtic and you down your own. You bid them a farewell, possibly the last time you would see them, and Celtic and you made your way down your own path.

Despite having separate paths, you did eventually find Chopper, and he was stalking.

Celtic clicked at his brother, “What is it?”

Chopper pointed at a group of people, and you crouched down to get a better look at them. Using your head vision that was in your mask, you listened to them speak.

Celtic nudged you, pointing to a woman in an orange coat, zooming in you could see one plasma caster in her bag.

Chopper angrily cloaked and jumped down. One human with a gun pointed towards him as he fired a retracting net at him. The man fell back, as the spear the net came from began to retract, the wire pulling deep into the man’s flesh. Celtic and you jumped down as well, another man turned to face you.

“You’re small?”, he looked genuinely confused, as you ran up with your wrist blade drawn and punctured him through his gun, he in his last breaths hit you across the face, knocking your mask off.

The woman who was panicking trying to get the man out of the retracting net, turned to face you.

“You’re a woman?,” she shouted.

You had an annoyed look on your face as you walked over to them trying to help their friend from the net, his cries were annoying, pulling out your spear, you looked her dead in the eyes.

“We are of the same species, but we are not the same blood,” you stated, piercing the man in the chest, killing him and stopping his cries.

The woman yells at you killing her friend, she charges as you, you weren’t sure why she would even try, as it was clear you were of a different class. Using her momentum against her, you lifted her and tossed her into the center of the room.

She stupidly started reaching for a pickaxe to attack you with, but Chopper ran over and de-cloaked, kicking the woman across the room. He soon raised his wrist blades over his head to strike her down and to retrieve the plasma caster from her bag. But the sickening sight of the pitch black tail of a xenomorph began to coil behind him. It reeled back to strike, but you ran over, wrist blade out and cut the sharp tip from the beast, it’s acid blood spraying on your skin causing you to yell out in pain as your skin fizzled away.

Celtic, who was handling a human man, throws the man to the ground at the sound of your screams. He rushes over, grabbing the tail of the xenomorph, pulling it down. It began to frail crazily as it struggled against Celtics grasp. Chopper, regaining his balance, grabbed your spear and pierced it though the head, causing the spear to melt away from its blood. Killing the beast instantly. Chopper let out a roar of victory as he was now a blooded yautja, Celtic rushed over to you and pulled your hands away from your face to look at your wounds. Reaching for his belt and pulling out some healing goop, goo? Cum? Healing herbs???? I DONT KNOW

And applied it gently to the fresh scar that now went from the side of your face to your lower cheek.

“Is it ugly?” you asked, feeling the cool ointment being applied.

“The scars of a warrior are the most attractive” he replied, helping you to your feet.

“What the hell is going on!”, the woman shouted at the three of you.

Chopper growled walking over, he was now marked with the symbol of a blooded yautja.

You walked over across the room, past the woman, past the dead man and picked up your mask. Returning to your pack, you placed the mask back onto your face, and one by one the three of you cloaked and ran away into the temple to find Scar.

The three of you found Scar holding the rather old man at the temple stairs. Using your mask you could notice this man was diseased and would probably die within a year or so, so of course Scar tossed him aside as it was not a worthy kill. Not noticing you, Scar began to walk away from the man.

Why are humans so stupid, you watched as this weak man pulled out a flare, and sprayed fire onto Scars back, how pathetic. You watched as your brother turned around and stabbed the man through the gut, killing him and walking away.

Following close behind you watched Scar throwing a shuriken through a closing gate.

“What’s up?”, you asked him, walking with the other two.

“Humans, they’re on the other side of the wall”, Scar grumbled, turning his attention to his sister.

You began to think for a bit on how to get there, not noticing Celtic grabbing a face hugger who was jumping towards the back of your head, throwing it down and stomping on it.

“If we travel through the back ways we can reach them on the other side.” you stated, pulling your gauntlet hologram up to show them the path you wish to take.

“Whatever you say my sister,” Scar and Chopped nodded, cloaking and following Celtic and you.

After a bit of traveling through the tunnels you found yourself in a  dark tunnel, the sound of footsteps echoing off the halls. The three brothers moved to the side so that you could face the human woman.

The woman in the orange coat ran down the hall and stopped in fear when she saw you.

“Wait!”, she pleaded, her hands out in fear, she knelt down, and opened her pack, pulling the plasma caster out. The three brothers tilted their heads at the sight of it.

“Kick it over.” you demanded

She kicked it over and you picked it up in your hands.

“Where are the other ones?” you asked, handing it off to Chopper.

“They…we got separated…” she whimpered, putting her hands above her head in fear.

“Where are they?”, you knelt down pulling your wrist blades out and forcing her to look at your mask.

“I’m not sure! Please, one of those things is coming!” she cried, turning in fear as a xenomorph tried to run up behind her, Chopper, now equipped with his plasma caster fired a single shot, killing the beast.

One by one the three brothers de-cloaked, standing behind you.

“What are you…How did you…” she stammered

“Name?”, you asked, tilting your head at the woman.

“Lex…” she replied, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone right now. “You are weak.”, you spat, standing up to leave, the brothers had already begun walking.

Lex didn’t want to be left alone, in this place, with those things, she ran up and grabbed your arm. Celtic let out a roar as he ran up and put a blade to her neck.

“Let go.” you growled, shaking her hand off, “What do you want, human?”

“Uhm, last time I checked you’re human too…I think..”, Lex replied, sheepishly

“That is true,” you stated, tilting your head at her as you stepped close, “What do you want?”

“Take me with you”

You laughed at her request.

“And why should we let you come with us?”

“I’ve seen your search history”

“I can help you find the other…guns?” she stammered, the cold blade still on her neck.

You sighed, and waved your mate off.

“Very well, but if you try anything, my mate will dispose of you”, you added, walking away.

Lex began to take a step and stopped.

“Mate? This thing is your husband?” she sounded shocked.

You groaned at how close minded she was being. This trip wasn’t going how you’d hoped.

After answering a million awful questions about your personal life to Lex, the group came upon the sacrificial chamber.

“How do you feel about your people being used as hosts for these things you hunt?” Lex asked, her voice clearly full of anger towards the Yautja kind.

“Those who give their bodies up for the tradition of blooding are remembered well for their sacrifice. We honor them.”

Walking into the chamber, it was covered in the webbing of face hugger eggs constantly reproducing. Chopper and Scar began to walk around to investigate the bodies, while Celtic began to scan the temple to see how many of these creatures had been created. Lex and you began to walk the walls, looking for any signs of life.

“Disgusting,” you grumbled, feeling the wet under your boot.

“What’s disgusting is what you’re doing”, Lex sneered

You turned to her in anger, drawing your blade you came close to Lex.

“I am only keeping you alive as an act of mercy, I will revoke it at any time.

Lex stammered, her eyes darting back and forth from your face to the blade.

“I’m-”

But then a cry echoed through the chamber, as a man who was fused to the wall began to groan in agony and pain.

[lets-just-daydream]

Hello!! I absolutely love your writing and I love the way you write astarion! I wanted to request an astarion x reader where the reader is a virgin and he pauses before doing anything bc he feels like he’s tainted many peoples firsts when he brought them to cazador and feels like he doesn’t deserve it 🥺

you all are KILLING IT with these requests I'm having so much fun 😭😭😭 and thanks so much, I'm glad you think I write him well!

Finally writing smut for Astarion! Been a while since I've written smut so I hope this doesn't suck. I tried my best to make this gender neutral!

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It was the first big thing you'd accomplished in what you felt like would be more work to do before actually getting these stupid tadpoles out of your brains. Since crashing the nautiloid ship it's been full speed ahead with hardly any respite.

You'd come to an agreement between the Druids and Tieflings and the latter had decided they wanted to celebrate. Who were you to say no? You could certainly use an evening to let loose and judging by your rowdy companions dancing and laughing with the Tieflings, they were in need of this, too.

But, you noticed one pale elf missing from the mix of cheery bodies. You looked around until you spotted him in front of his tent, drinking wine and staring across the camp at everyone with a sour look on his face. As he looked around, his eyes met yours and his expression softened, offering you a smile that you couldn't help but return.

Of course you couldn't help it. He was gorgeous and you, foolishly in his mind, latched onto every bit of attention he gave you. It was so easy. A smile here, a well-placed compliment there, some flirting sprinkled in and you had practically fallen for him. Tonight he would begin the next step in his plan - seek you out for a late night tryst and further cement himself into your affections.

As he knew you would, you wandered over to him and struck up a conversation. You had had some drinks and were feeling pleasantly buzzed, enjoying chatting with Astarion, your gaze lingering on his lips and raking over his body, wondering what it would be like to have sex with him. Astarion noticed your clumsy staring and preened internally. This was perfect.

"This party is fine, I suppose," Astarion eventually said. "But I prefer… other forms of entertainment."

You stared at him, a brow raised. "What kind of entertainment?"

Astarion stepped forward and brushed your hair away from your ear, leaning in to whisper. "The more… carnal sort," he whispered, sending a violent shiver down your spine.

"Oh," you breathed. "I-I'm sure you could find someone to…"

You looked around at the camp and then back at Astarion who only offered you a smirk and half-lidded gaze. "I think I already have."

You gulped, your cheeks and body flushing with heat at his implication. He wanted to have sex with you? You didn't think you could say no to his offer but he was clearly experienced. Obviously, with you being the complete opposite. Worried that you would make a fool of yourself if you went through with this, you faltered and opened your mouth to decline his offer when he stepped forward, took your hand and pressed it to his lips.

"Come find me in the woods, later. After everyone has retired for the night," Astarion whispered against your skin before dropping your hand and turning to enter his tent.

After the laughter and drinking had died down and your companions and guests retired for the evening, you sat in front of the fire, fidgeting and biting your lip in anticipation. You'd been stuck in your own mind ever since your conversation with Astarion. You very much desired him and very much wanted to go through with this but you were still nervous.

You looked around at the rest of camp and shivered before joining the rest of the party. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake your conversation with Astarion from your mind. Your companions noted that you were a little scatterbrained or not quite all there. You apologised and chalked it up to the wine you'd all been indulging in.

Fuck it. You had a tadpole on your head, you were on a huge adventure and you could die tomorrow. What could be better than losing your virginity to a super hot vampire?

Now more confident, you strolled into the woods to search for Astarion and get this party rolling. You stepped lightly and you heard a twig breaking as Astarion alerted you to his presence. Turning to look at him, you realised he was shirtless and you couldn't help the way your heart jolted a little. You were really going to do this.

"There you are," Astarion said smoothly. "I've been waiting for you. I almost thought you weren't going to show."

He made a show of a small pout as he stepped closer toward you.

"I'm here now," you said, trying to make sure your voice didn't waver.

"That you are," Astarion replied, finally reaching you and wrapping his arms around you.

He pressed his lips against yours hungrily and you nearly reeled back from the intensity but his hand snaked up the back of your neck and held you in place as he ravaged your lips.

You let out a slight moan and he claimed your lips entirely, sliding his tongue inside to taste every inch of you.

His other hand slid to grip your hip and pull you flush against him. You gulped, feeling his arousal against you and you pulled back, breathing in the night air.

"I've been waiting for this, you know," Astarion said, his fingers delicately brushing against your neck. "Waiting to taste you. Waiting to have you."

"Oh…" You shuddered.

That didn't help to quell the nervousness you felt. You hoped you weren't going to disappoint him, so you put on a brave face and met his smirk with a smile of your own. "I could say the same."

You wrapped your arms around Astarion's neck and he grabbed you and laid you down on the ground. He pulled one of your arms from around him and kissed the inside of your wrist, trailing up your arm as he kept his eyes on your face, drinking in every expression you made. You were already putty in his hands and you couldn't know his devious plan, but it was all working out perfectly.

He shimmied down your body and kissed the slightly exposed skin just above your pants before pulling them down. Your breathing hitched and you tried to keep it together as Astarion removed your clothes and left you lying naked and bare below him. He gave you a smirk as he stood and discarded the rest of his clothes before kneeling above you, softly placing his hand on your neck.

You let out a soft whine as his other hand pumped his length, lining himself up with your entrance.

He gazed at your face as you tried to hide the nervousness on your face, your heart pounding in your chest. He pushed in slowly and you winced at the dull, aching pain. You inhaled a sharp breath as you squeezed your eyes shut.

"Now, now darling," Astarion said smoothly. "Don't go all shy on me."

You opened your eyes and tried to maintain your composure as he pushed in further but you let out a squeal and tears brimmed in your eyes.

At this, Astarion halted his movements and his eyes narrowed at you, trying to connect the dots. At the realisation of what was happening, he slowly pulled out and you let out a soft whine. Partly grateful the pressure had stopped, but partly because it also felt a little bit good.

Astarion stared at you as he sat back on his knees, his hands on his thighs. You could see the gears turning in his head as he frowned.

"Is this your first time?" Astarion asked.

You glanced at the trees beyond him, too embarrassed to make eye contact. But that was all the answer he needed.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked. You figured he was angry but he sounded more… sad. Conflicted, even.

"I don't know," you whispered. "I didn't think it was such a big deal."

You didn't want to tell him that the real reason was because you were worried he'd laugh at you. At your inexperience.

Astarion let out a soft sigh before speaking again. "I'm… not the person you want to share this moment with, trust me."

You sat up and shook your head, taking his hand in your own.

"If I didn't want it to be you, I wouldn't be here. I know we haven't known each other long but… I do like you. And I trust you," you said with a soft smile.

You saw his expression falter for a moment, he looked… sad. He paused, deep in thought before his usual smile returned.

"Well, if you're certain you want to continue," Astarion said. "Let me treat you properly."

He leaned forward and you laid on your back again, Astarion hovering above you, his lips barely touching yours.

"Tell me if it gets too much," he whispered against your skin before pressing his lips to yours in a deep, slow kiss. "And tell me if you change your mind."

You wrapped your arms around him and you both froze for a moment when you felt… scars? On his back. You weren't sure and you were about to verbalise your confusion when he buried his face in your neck and gave it a slight nip, distracting you. He then brought his fingers up to your lips and you looked at him confused before he came up for air and simply said. "Suck them."

You opened your mouth and complied with his demand, sucking his fingers until they were properly coated with your saliva. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and stared into your eyes as he lowered them to your entrance, easing them in gently.

"Trust me, I need to do this," he said.

You nodded and your grip on him tightened as you spread your legs slightly, a huff escaping your lips as he worked you open. It felt tight and almost uncomfortable but he scissored his fingers expertly before pumping them in and out of you, earning him a slight moan from you. Astarion watched your face as you relaxed into him, pleased that you seemed to be enjoying this. He stopped after he deemed you were worked open and ready for him.

"Darling," he whispered. "I think you're ready for me."

You looked up at him, wide-eyed and trusting. Almost too trusting. He grimaced slightly and pulled his fingers out of you, inhaling your addictive scent as it lingered in the air. "I want to make sure, this is what you want."

Your brows furrowed and you almost huffed in annoyance. Why did he keep asking? You already told him you wanted this. Was he trying to embarrass you or make you beg? But you couldn't know the internal tug-of-war he was having. How could you when he was so closed off?

You simply nodded but that wasn't enough for him.

"Tell me in no uncertain terms," Astarion breathed.

"Yes, I want this," you said.

Without wasting a moment, Astarion leaned back and gripped his cock between his fingers and navigated to your waiting hole. He pressed the tip into you and your breath hitched, watching Astarion's face as he stared down at where your bodies joined.

He pressed in further and your body practically sucked him in, a shaky breath escaping lips. Gods, you were tight. He may even actually enjoy this more than he thought. He thrusted in and out, letting you get used to the sensation before finally pushing all the way in, bottoming out. When his hips finally met yours, you felt filled. You felt like your body was finally making way for the pleasure and you called out Astarion's name, his eyes snapping to you before he leaned down over you and pulled out before thrusting in again.

You let out a moan and he did it again, your body moving against the ground as he fucked you, your walls fluttering around him as he slammed his hips into yours, forcing the sweetest gasps and sounds from you.

It felt good, amazing even and you couldn't keep your eyes off of Astarion. You curled one hand into his hair and one gripped his shoulder. You looked into his eyes, to see if he was enjoying this as much as you were but when you looked into his eyes, something seemed… off.

You furrowed your brow, concerned. Astarion noticed the shift in your body and his gaze snapped to yours with a smirk as he reached down to play with you. You let out a surprised gasp, not expecting the feeling of pure ecstasy to grasp your body. He continued to fuck you as he rubbed and lavished attention on you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips as his thrusts became harder.

"Astarion," you cried out as you moved your hips in time to chase your own release.

"Yes, yes…" Astarion groaned into your neck.

He let out a cry of your name as your soft walls squeezed around him, spasming as you raked your nails down his back. You moaned out his name in a prayer, your voice fading to nothing as you felt the most intense orgasm of your life rip through you. Every nerve was alight and Astarion thrust into you a final time, his body finally slowing to a halt as he collapsed atop you, his breathing labored.

You laid there on your back, your legs twitching slightly and your entrance felt wet and slightly sore. But you were satisfied nonetheless and you couldn't help raising your hand and running your fingers through Astarion's curls.

"That was amazing," you breathed. "I… didn't know I could feel like that."

You felt Astarion shift above you and he pulled out of you, his cum oozing out of you. He offered you his trademark smile and dropped beside you on the ground.

"I'm happy I could make you feel that way."

The conversation reached a lull and you looked back up at the sky, the moon and stars out, lighting the forest around you. You looked over at Astarion and he looked gorgeous being bathed by the moon. You could see yourself falling for him. You hoped he might feel the same too, but you couldn't know that that was not his intention with you.

Beside you, Astarion closed his eyes and tried to keep his thoughts at bay. He just did that. With you. You who were so pure, so trusting and willing with him. You genuinely liked him and he used it to his advantage. He felt… Shame? Disgust? He felt like he didn't deserve you. But he did what he had to to cement himself in your good graces and to secure his safety. It was nothing personal, of course.

[allmyocsarebritish]

Happy birthday Angel Dust!!

Pairing: Angel Dust X Reader

Warnings(?): fluff, brief mentions of drinks and drugs, we love Angel <33

A comfortable silence engulfed Angel Dust's room as you lay on his bed, lovingly stroking Fat Nuggets. Angel sat backwards on the chair by his dresser, facing you as he rested his chin in his palm, another of his hands twirling a cigarette absentmindedly.

"You know," he began in a serious tone, a sudden break in the banter you had been sharing prior to this moment. This caused you to pause and devote your attention entirely to the star. "This is probably best day I've had in a long time, despite the, uh, moments."

You both laughed softly at the memory of Charlie's attempt to make Angel's birthday special, resulting in utter chaos filling the hotel. It had begun with decorations, which had been torn to shreds by cat alastor, a strange new arrival at the hotel. This was followed by the princess herself dropping the cake, having been tripped by one of Sir Pentious's eggs. The mess was extremely distressing to Niffty, as she had just finished waxing the floors.

Later events also did not go quite to plan, with Angel's party being crashed by Cherri bombing down a wall. This turned out to be a positive turn, though, as she was his best friend and made the day vastly more entertaining. The final disaster was when Niffty, ever the lightweight, became rather tipsy quickly, and proceeded to tidy away everyone's drugs and drinks.

Despite all this, you knew that the day had been more than ideal for Angel, and just what he needed, following the long week he had in the studio. As evening drew out, you and Angel joined Husk at the bar for some celebratory drinks, laughing and joking together long into the night.

~

"If your birthday is today, does that make you an April fool?" Husk asked intently, a slight smirk playing on his lips, as you stifled a laugh when Angel's response was to flip him off.

~

Eventually Husk decided to retire to his room, and, as he didn't trust either of you unsupervised around his alcohol (even more so when together) you were forced to head off to Angel's room. So there you were, surrounded by comfort brought only by your favourite person in your favourite place, talking and cuddling the night away.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, I'm grateful. For everyone at the hotel, but, especially you, toots." His voice was slightly wobbly, not noticeably so, but you still picked up on it.

"I'm grateful for you too, Angie. I don't know what the fuck I'd do without you." You hopped off his bed, making your way over to the chair he was sat on and wrapping your arms around him. Angel hugged you back immediately, burying his face in the crook of your neck as you joined him on the chair, practically sitting on top of him.

"Thank you, for being here." He whispered against your skin.

"Of course." You gave him one last tight squeeze before pulling back and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. "You know we love you, Angel."

His smile grew at your words, followed by your own. "And I love you the most."

"I love you too." He responded, hand rising to cup your cheek.

"Happy birthday, Anthony."

"Thanks, sweetheart."

Of course, following the theme of the day, your sweet moment was interrupted. Biting back a laugh at the irony of this continuously happening, you looked down at what (or who) interrupted this time. Met with a cold, wet snout pressing against the back of your hand, you leant down and scooped up Fat Nuggets, sandwiching him between you and Angel. Leaning your head against his fluffy chest, you let out a sigh of contentment. All four of Angel's arms were put to use, the lower set hugging you and the little demon pig close, one gently running through your hair and another petting Nuggets.

"Y'know, I really can't consider this eternal torment." You whispered. "Not when I'm with you, baby."

"Me neither, toots. Me neither."

[starleska]

HI ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED W YOUR RECENT WALLY HCS😢😭😭😭 need more If you're still taking writing requests, could you do some jealous Wally headcanons?🤭🤭🤭 he just seems like the type to be a yandere that’s obsessed w you

eeee thank you very much lovely anon!!! 🙈💖💖💖 writing these Wally headcanons is so fun!!! and ohohoho, i most certainly can. buckle up 😉 content warnings for jealous, manipulative, borderline abusive behaviour including stalking, as well as Eldritch powers and hypnosis. this is for the yandere!Wally fans! :3c

Jealous!Wally Darling x Reader headcanons

🍎 Wally's jealousy isn't overt, but he can't fool you. at first you thought it must all be in your head; that warm smile of Wally's becoming static, frozen, when aimed at your new friend who is taking up a little more of your time today than usual. yet the more time you spend with this friend, the more you find Wally's pleasant façade slipping. there's an unnerving edge to his voice when he asks, "Did you have a good time?", and his usual stimming - taps and touches with a charming, unrhythmic musicality - now sound like harsh, stinging slaps. you try to reassure Wally that you aren't replacing him, but Wally laughs a little too loud, and pretends like nothing is wrong. "I don't mind!" says Wally. "After all: I know that you're my best friend."

🍎 when Wally's jealousy increases, he takes more extreme measures - by defacing your image. you come home one day after a lovely outing with your new pal, happy but exhausted. you make your way to your bedroom, but are horrified to find the place in shambles. your drawers have been yanked out and overturned, and sheaves of paper scatter the floor like a tornado just cleaved through your window. shaking, you pick up a piece of paper...only to find it's a photograph of you and your friend, taken from a distance and without your knowledge. the photograph is scribbled over with a violent scrawl of red crayon. panicked, you pick through the other photographs, and find that every single one is ruined: angry art-marks slashing through your smiling faces. you're frightened and angry, and you go straight to Wally's Home to confront him, clutching fistfuls of photographs and trembling with the adrenaline. yet Wally looks lazily over the photos, his eyes betraying nothing. "I don't know why someone would do this," says Wally. "But whoever did sure seems to care about you."

🍎 although you try to distance yourself from Wally after that, he doesn't take well to being abandoned. one morning you're just stepping over the threshold of your home, ready to meet your friend - when you lock eyes with Wally. he's standing a short distance away, with his arms tucked politely behind his back. "Going somewhere?" Wally asks. as he does, his pupils balloon, and his eyelids peel back to reveal the full extent of his scleras. a sick wave of vertigo crashes into you, and you have to grab the doorframe to keep your balance. "No...I don't think so," you say, your voice coming out weak. "That's good," says Wally. he moves towards you, and as he gets closer, a crackling, ringing static builds on the inside of your skull, getting louder with every soft step of Wally's shoes on the grass. your brain swims through a new, impossibly dense fog, and your knees nearly give out. Wally - when did he appear at your side? - slips a hand around your waist, and guides you gently away from the sunlight and back into your living room. "I think we should spend more time together," says Wally, in a way which is not a suggestion. you find yourself nodding. of course you should. Wally's your best friend...isn't he? always fun to write a darker side to Wally - i hope you like this one 🥰

[sapphicvqmpires]

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ motel princess

Pairing - shuri/black fem!reader

Word Count - 3.4k

Contains - smut (18+), sub!shuri, dom!reader, needy shuri, pillow princess shuri, shuri is a brat, strap on, penetration, choking, fingering, cunnilingus, some fluff, minimal plot

Divider From - @firefly-graphics

Sneak Peak - She twitches and writhes, as you come back up to face her. You’re glistening from your nose down to your chin, absolutely drenched in Shuri’s wet bliss. She places her palm on the back of your head, forcing you to kiss her as she tastes herself. Both of you attempt to recollect yourself, coming back to reality as you remember where you are. A motel with thin walls and most likely occupied rooms on both sides of you. Neither of you cared

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Writers Note: I enjoyed writing sub!shuri a little too much. I literally love her and need her. There is no plot, this is for my doms and switches. Enjoy my luvs

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ “How much longer?” she sighs, trying to get into a comfortable sleeping position in the passenger's seat.

“Soon baby, soon,” you assure her, grazing your palm on her thigh.

Shuri was like an impatient child, tossing and turning in her seat as you drove down the endless highways surrounded by a continuous change of landscape. You didn’t mind roadtrips, especially when you had the girl you loved the most right beside you. Shuri on the other hand, despite being in the passenger's seat and not in the driver's, had a hard time staying in one place for long periods of time.

Shuri groans, unable to fall asleep through the bumpy roads and you chuckle at her inability to hold still and be patient.

“We’re only an hour away from our motel, I promise we’ll be there soon.”

“We could pull over right now so you can give me some head in the back seat…that’ll put me right to sleep,” Shuri jokes but you know underneath her bold sarcasm was a girl desperate for your touch.

“Not now Shuri, we’re almost there.”

“Fine,” she whines in defeat, turning over so she’s facing the window. You glance over at her, admiring how beautiful she is, even in her bratty state. Of course you wanted to pull over and pleasure your girlfriend with the ways of your tongue. But you knew if you started, you wouldn’t be able to stop, making your road trip much longer than it needs to be. You reach over to grab her chin, gently forcing her to face you.

“You can wait until we get to the motel, ok? Be patient with me please.”

She looked at you intensely with her big brown eyes, and you just knew her mind was thinking about whether to answer you like a spoiled brat or to just be nice with you. She chose the latter.

“Fine, I’ll wait.”

“I love you baby,” you remind her.

“I love you too.” She leaned over and placed a kiss on your cheek, making you smile like a love-sick fool. You were.

The next hour holds the two of you taking turns with the aux cord, counting horses and ‘punch-buggy, no returns!’. Shuri always punched harder than necessary and you would return the gesture but feel bad immediately as she rubbed her arm.

“Ow! I didn’t punch you that hard.”

“Oh, but you did. I’m just not a big baby about it,” you tease.

Finally, after numerous irritable groans from Shuri and counting cows, you two finally pulled up to the motel you intended to stay at for one night before proceeding with your roadtrip. It was fairly late into the evening and it was pouring outside, thunder crashing in the not too far distance. You both grabbed your things, checked in, and made your way to your cozy room. It was a small room, and unlike the rundown exterior, it was warm and welcoming; carrying everything necessary for a one-night sleep.

You both get ready for bed; brushing your teeth, taking quick showers, and changing into your pajamas. Shuri looked adorable in her purple satin pajama set, resting her back on the headboard of the bed with the bedside lamp on. You take your place beside her, yawning in your drowsy state. You were exhausted, and with every right to be. You were on the road for hours, having to put up with Shuri’s attitude while keeping her entertained. You rolled over, shutting the bedside lamp off as your body prepares itself to fall asleep. You rested your head on the pillow before you heard the ‘click’ of the lamp switch, and the room was lit again. You looked over to see an annoyed Shuri.

“What? What’s wrong?,” you ask.

“I’m not tired,” she replies, her voice laced with desperation.

“You were complaining for hours about how tired you were, baby. It’s been a long day, we’ll talk tomorrow, ok? Just go to sleep.” As you were about to reach for the lamp switch once more, Shuri slapped your hand away before you were able to get there. You were growing impatient, irritated with the way she denied you the sleep you seriously needed.

“What now, princess?,” you complain.

“You said you’d give me head,” she pouts. You roll your eyes, stuffing your face into the pillow beneath you as you groan with frustration into the fabric.

“Shuri…I’m exhausted,” you blatantly say.

“Please, y/n. Just your mouth, I only want your mouth and then I promise I’ll let you sleep,” she pleads. You turn around, leaning on your elbow as you position yourself to face her. You lock eyes with her as she tries to win you over with her begging gaze.

“Please?,” she said one last time.

You ponder for a brief moment, not wanting to give into Shuri’s plea as a way to show her she can’t get everything she wants, anytime she wants it. But you knew better. You knew she wouldn’t let you sleep until you satisfied her craving. You let out a sigh, defeated as your lust for her grew stronger than your exhaustion from a long day's drive.

“You’re so needy, you know that right?”

She shrugs her shoulders, proud at the power she has over you even when you swear at times she doesn’t. You take her chin into your fingers as you pull her in, her lips finally touching yours. She moans into your mouth and you grin at the sound of her.

“Just my mouth?”

“Just your mouth,” she assures.

“Bullshit. You know once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”

She smiles. “I know.”

You fully gave into her, placing her on her back as you situate yourself on top of her. Your lips become one in sensual yearning as she begins to grind down on your knee and the action makes you wet. Shuri grinds down harder, her wetness seeping through the fabric of her garments and you can feel it smearing on your bare knee. Your cunt throbs at the contact, eager to replace your knee with your neglected tongue.

“Fuck, Shuri,” you groan. You remove your knee from her pussy, and she exhales in annoyance. “Just be patient with me love, I’ll get there.”

You undress her, disrespectfully removing her pajama set as you leave her in nothing but her boyshorts. You place your mouth on her neck, kissing and sucking on the spot that makes her weak. She responds to your touch, grasping onto you as she softly moans. You brush your fingers against her curls, placing one last kiss into the nape of her neck as you slowly begin to trail down her body. You make sure no crevice remains untouched, claiming her body as your own as she whimpers under your controlling lips. You loved it, the way you made her body squirm in desire as she impatiently waited for you to satiate her hunger. You lift yourself off of her for a brief moment, opening her legs wider as you become mesmerized with the way she oozes through her boyshorts. It was your favourite sight to see, a display of art and you were the artist.

“All this for me, baby?”

“Stop teasing, and just eat me already,” she begs through her tight chest.

“So fucking needy.”

“Fuck, y/n.”

You remove her boyshorts, leaving her bare and exposed; wearing nothing but a smile of anticipation. She loves the way you give into her, the way you comply with her methods to get you between her thighs. And you fall for it everytime.

“Y/n,” she moans, pushing her hips slightly forward as a signal. You know what she needs, but you decide to play with her as a punishment for that smart mouth of hers. You place yourself in between her thighs, placing kisses nearly everywhere but there. She grows impatient, and it’s so obvious through the way she moves her body in desperate motions. She’s throbbing, her cunt walls locking as your mouth inches closer and closer. You knew this. You knew all too well. She groans in both pleasure and frustration one last time as you finally submit to her desires. You spread her dark lips open with your fingers, taking her pounding clit into your mouth. Her back arches instantly at the sensation, and you force her to come back down.

“Relax, my girl.”

You dig yourself into her once again, licking and swiping as she grinds down on your face. Her moans are so filthy, you almost care if the people next door can hear you.

“Unh. Fu..fuck. Y/n, you’re doing so good. Keep going, don’t stop. UNH.”

“Yeah baby, you like that?,” you hum into her cunt.

“Yeah, yeah. Just like that.”

You look up at her as you continue to lap away like a dog, and the scene of her is so indecent and arousing you could cum from the sight alone. The way her mouth is open, forming the perfect “O” as her erect nipples peak off her breasts. She looks down at you, and you keep eye contact with her as you eat her out. The taste of her is euphoric, as you drown in the ocean between her rich thighs. You stick your tongue into her hole, creating playful swirls around her walls as she tightens around you.

“Fuck, y/n, just like that. Ohmygod, unh. UNH.”

She was dangerously close, and this only motivated you to take up a notch. You remove your tongue from inside her, placing it back on her swollen clit. You take two fingers and aggressively hammer them into her, assaulting her used walls as your tongue dances with her clit. Her eyes shut in overwhelming pleasure and the way her spongy walls clenches around your fingers is enough to send you into a state of pure control. You wanted to see the way she submitted to you, surrendered to your mouth and the way it salivated for her.

“Y/n.”

Her hip movements grow as she wraps her legs around your neck.

“Y/N.”

You moan into her pussy and the vibrations of your breath courses through her, forcing her to squirt on your face. You instantly remove your fingers, replacing them with your tongue as you feel and taste her warm juices pour onto your tastebuds and into the back of your throat. You want to swallow every ounce of her, make sure none of her goes to waste. She was delicious. If your body allowed your daily nutrients to come from her, you almost swear she’s all you would eat.

“Fuck, y/n. FUCK.”

She twitches and writhes, as you come back up to face her. You’re glistening from your nose down to your chin, absolutely drenched in Shuri’s wet bliss. She places her palm on the back of your head, forcing you to kiss her as she tastes herself. Both of you attempt to recollect yourself, coming back to reality as you remember where you are. A motel with thin walls and most likely occupied rooms on both sides of you. Neither of you cared.

“Did you bring it?,” she asks through heated lungs. You grin, unable to hold your cheeky smile.

“What ever happened to ‘just my mouth’, hm?,” you tease. She bites her bottom lip, clearly needy for more of you and she knows you’ll give it to her. You begin to kiss her again, pausing before the kiss becomes too heated and you end up drowning between her thighs again. “Of course I brought it, baby.”

She cries softly when you break contact with her lips. You rummage through your belongings looking for the birthday gift Shuri gave you this year. You chuckle as you tighten the harness of your strap, remembering the look on Shuri’s face as you opened up your gift. She knew how much you truly loved to strap her down, so she made you a strap that would allow you to feel the inside of her as if the faux dick was yours. Your girlfriend was a genius.

“What’s so funny?,” she asks, legs spread open and ready to handle the size of you. You meet her back on the bed, placing yourself on top of her once again as you resume your heated session.

“Nothing,” you whisper into her, grinning at how much you crave her. You begin to tease the inside of her wet folds with the tip of your dick, getting off on the sight of how needy she becomes. You grip yourself, swiping up and down between her puffy lips as you wince at the feel of her. She was drenched and you were nothing but a mirror image of that.

“Fuck, y/n, stop playing. Stick it in me already.”

“God, you have no patience,” you groan. You come back up to face her, wrapping your hand around her throat and she smiles. She loves to be choked and you loved doing it. You squeeze harder, easing your way into her entrance. You begin to thrust, and it doesn’t take too long before your tempo becomes remorseless. Her soaking cunt makes your job easier as you restlessly thrust in and out of her. She clutches onto the wrist of the hand that’s wrapped around her throat, and you squeeze just a bit harder. Her moans become stifled as she gasps for air.

“Y/n, I can’t…”

“You can’t what? You can’t breathe?,” you taunt.

She nods her head, unable to reply back to you in words with your palm wrapped around her throat and your dick that’s shoved into her.

“I’ve had to listen to your incessant whining all day, you can shut up for a moment, right baby?”

She responds with nothing but her eyes subtly rolling back, as she takes your brutal movements. You squeeze slightly tighter.

“Right??”

She nods again, tears streaming down her face. You let go lightly, giving her just enough air to breathe through it. You kiss her tears that fall down her cheeks, a gesture of reassurance that your rough play is nothing but an act of love.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I…mhmm. Oh yeah, yeah just like that, baby. Keep going. Fuck.”

And that is exactly what you do. You keep going, feeling every inch of her throbbing walls paving way to her tender spot.

“Just like that?”

“Mhmm.”

You push into it, your own orgasm approaching as her pussy grapples around you. But you fight it, you always do. It was either Shuri came first or you two came together; any other option was absolutely unwelcome for you. You’ve learned to master the art of withholding your own orgasm, because watching Shuri squirm underneath you as she moaned your name in pure ecstasy was a sight better than any orgasm you could ever have.

“Fuck Shuri, you’re so beautiful. My pretty girl.”

Shuri wraps her legs around you, allowing you to dive into her deeply and wholly. Being so rooted into her feels divine, her pussy a goddess as you bow before her. Her fingers grasp onto your hair as you dig your face into the nape of her neck and you are both on the verge of cumming.

“Your pussy feels so good,” you groan. You nail into her with passion, soaking in every moan and throb seeping off of Shuri as she finally succumbs to your profane movements.

“Yes, y/n. YES, oh GOD.” Her walls close in around you, her pulsating core fucking your throbbing strap; an electric wave travelling up to your clit and down your pussy lips as you forcibly spill into her. Oh how you loved this obscene invention of hers.

“Fuck, Shuri. FUCK.”

But Shuri is in her own world, holding you tight as you thrust through her dilating pussy walls. You did not stop, sending you both to a place unworldly. The sound of your juices mixing together fades in with the heavy raindrops hitting the window pane, and Shuri’s moans blend in with the thunder as one accord. On most days, this is the time where you would slow your tempo, allowing Shuri a moment to gather herself as her body becomes shambles but tonight was different. You’re not sure if it’s the lust mixed in with your drowsiness or if it was simply the pure frustration of having to put up with your whiney girlfriend, but you truly do not stop fucking her. You remove yourself from her neck, resting your forehead on hers as you both moan in harmony. You used her throat as a sense of relief, accidently clenching harder than you intended to and you almost didn’t notice but her choking sobs made you loosen your grip.

“Shit baby, sorry.”

“No it’s ok, unh. It’s ok,” she moans. “I liked it.”

You brought your hand up, gripping the headboard as you thrusted harder and harder. Her mouth hung open, her eyes rolled back as a result of being able to do nothing but take it.

“You take me so well, princess. You always do…fuck.”

“Unh, yes. Oh yes, fuck. Mmmm, yeah.” At this point, Shuri was speaking in tongues, her eyebrows furrowing together in pleasure and you came for the second time at the sound and sight of her.

“Shit, Shuri. FUCK. Oh my, FUCK.” The room around you becomes a haze, your eyesight blurring as you feel the way her tight pussy caresses your dick. Your palms are sweaty, your pussy throbbing as your beautiful girlfriend watches you unravel infront of her.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n. Keep cumming in me. Don’t stop. I wanna feel you.”

“Shit, Shuri. Unh.”

Finally, you begin to slow down your pace, collapsing into her grasp as she holds you tight, your strap still inside her. Both you and Shuri are panting, catching your breath as you slowly begin to pull out. You look down, seeing her swollen pussy as a result of your inability to go easy on her, and you almost feel bad. But you look up, a wide smile appearing on Shuri’s face as she begins to come back to reality. You place a kiss on her pussy lips, and she giggles at the touch. You come back up to face her, placing kisses all over her face and neck.

“How are you feeling, baby? Talk to me.”

“Yeah,” is all she manages to say through her post-orgasm state. You smile, caressing her cheek with your thumb.

“I’m gonna go run you a warm bath, yeah?”

“Yeah,” she shakily replies.

“I’ll be right back, my love. Don’t move.”

You get up quickly, running to the bathroom as you prepare to tend to your girlfriend. There wasn’t much the motel offered you, but you did what you could with the tools you had. You get the bathwater to the perfect temperature, as you scurry out to help her get to the bath. You knew she was sore, but she loved you for it anyway. She stepped into the bathtub, exhaling in relief as she submerged her body into the warm water. You sat beside the tub, placing a kiss on her cheek as she relaxed her body.

“I didn’t overdo it, did I?,” you genuinely ask.

“What? No y/n. You didn’t. You were amazing actually,” she promised.

“Ok good, I just thought I got carried away for a moment.”

“You’re fine, y/n. You did good. You always do.” She stares into you, biting her bottom lip as if she’s holding something back.

“And I bet everyone in this motel knows your name now,” she teases. You mumble something under your breath, embarrassed at the thought but you pull yourself together. She notices your face flush, and she pulls you in for a kiss.

“I love you, y/n.”

“I love you, Shuri.”

The long awaited night finally comes to a close as you both come back to bed. Finally, you’re both able to get the sleep you both need, and this time, Shuri lets you. ❁ཻུ۪۪♡