#yes he took the pointy things on his shoulder out

[driftsart]

does Shockwave get along with Soundwave's creatures?

He does! He gets along with anyone tbh lmao, he trusts them way too much and he ends up falling for every one of the twin's pranks. He's probably the most pranked Decepticon ;0

[weministertomonsters]

Imagine This #9 - Elf

After the day you took an arrow for the Fae Commander, he kept you by his side, barely letting you out of his sight. He was angry when you finally woke up from the poison fever.

"I promised to deliver you safely back into your father's hands," he had said, pacing like a wild cat in the healer's tent. "How could you be so foolish?"

After the verbal lashing, he strode away in a flurry of robes and golden hair, barking orders to his men. Now that you were well, by first daylight the camp would be disbanded and the journey continued. The healer who was packing her things away winked at you.

"He doesn't want to show his relief, but he watched over you all night."

You wouldn't have believed her if you hadn't been aware of him at intervals amid your feverish dreams. He had brought you medicinal teas- administered patiently by the spoonful- and stroked your hair and sang to you in Elvish.

"I'm sorry to bring you on this wretched journey," he'd murmured as the cold poison rattled in your bones and he gently held you down, keeping you warm with his body heat.

He had been there for you. He had cared. Now feeling much better, you huddle in your coat and tiptoe over to his tent. Despite the late hour he's still awake, leaning over a map. You reach out and touch his shoulder.

"What is it?" He looks up.

"Thank you."

"Do not mention it," he replies, looking away.

You begin to comb your fingers through his hair, marveling at how silky it is. You'd heard that touching an elf's hair is considered intimate. The sharp breath he takes confirms this but he doesn't ask you to stop.

"Why don't you braid your hair?" You ask. "It gets in the way sometimes."

"I was promised to the battlefield from a young age. A warrior does not need to learn how to braid hair," he replies tersely.

"Isn't this a part of courtship? Correct me if I'm wrong." You say as you skillfully braid his hair.

"Yes. But a warrior-"

"Is promised to the battlefield, yes, you keep reminding me. Don't worry, I'm not trying to court you."

"Ah." His shoulders don't relax so much as they droop.

You tuck the smaller braids behind his pointy ears. "There you go."

He's doing that thing where he stares at you with furrowed eyebrows like you're the last puzzle piece that doesn't fit.

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it. Goodnight." You leave him to his planning and head to your own tent.

The next morning he has picked the braids apart, probably because it'll be too obvious who did them. His hair is slightly wavy now, and you can't help but laugh quietly when you see that.

[keis-slut]

pervert|b.drowned

CW: VOYEURISM, SEMI-MUTUAL MASTURBATION, OVERSTIMULATION

Third Person POV

he’s had his eyes on you anyway.

he watched everything you did.

he knew your schedule by heart,

when you’d have to work, when you went to see your family, when you had your meals.

every little move,

every time you’d change clothes, every nap you took, every stupid dance party you’d have by yourself in your room.

oh.

and every time you’d have people over.

he’d be so jealous, so infuriated that he couldn’t just crawl through the screen right then and there to stop you from being with them.

well…he actually could, couldn’t he?

but then what would you think? what would you do?

he didn’t want you to hate him, he really didn’t want to scare you either.

he needed you.

just the way you were.

but he wanted to stop every interaction you’d have with anyone else but him.

to stop every side glance one of your guy friends would give you when you wore a revealing shirt, or bending over in shorts.

to stop every hand, leg or shoulder that touched you just slightly.

why’d they get to have this with you, and he can’t?

hangout with you, see you in person, touch you.

he hated them. everyone who stuck around in your life, he wanted to be them.

no, he wanted to be the only one.

he wanted you all to himself, all to his sick and twisted fantasies, for all the crazy and disgusting things he wanted to do with you,

do to you.

you were a walking wet dream for him.

and one thing he did get with you though, that no one else did,

was when you’d fuck yourself.

how perfect this was for him.

oh, your desperate whines and moans like music to his ears.

smooth like butter, but sometimes getting caught in your throat when you’d do something just right,

that was his favorite.

he would listen and pay attention to every sound, every octave or pitch your voice would get to, and he’d know just what each of them meant.

your whines would grow higher as you were closer to finishing,

your moans would turn into deep, low sighs when you found the perfect spot.

his eyes glued to his screen as it showed you through the camera of your pc, all sprawled on your gaming chair.

it wasn’t a perfect view of you, but it was still just enough to get his shorts pervertedly tight as he licked his lips in anticipation.

every time he hears you moan, or cry, whine for your own release, his long pointy ears would twitch, and hot to the touch along with his cheeks.

he would practically drool at the sight of you.

seeing the way your toy would disappear into your pretty cunt, pulling it back out as a white ring painted the base.

such a pretty cunt, he would love to see just how delicious you’d taste, how good you’d feel.

he touched himself to the thought, to the view of you all messy on your chair, desperate to get off.

sometimes he’d cum more than once, he’d cum so fast just fatisizing about you.

he didn’t care if he overstimulated himself to keep up, he wouldn’t stop until you did.

he watched you throw your head back on your chair, hair all tangled and falling in your red face.

he shifted his legs to get a better grip, his waist bucking as he fucked his hand at the same rhythm your toy fucked you.

he had lost track of how long you’d gone at it, how long he was chasing after you going at it.

his cock had become so sensitive, he almost didn’t know whether he hated it or enjoyed the feeling way too much.

how many times he’d cum this time, he felt as if he’d beat the record.

reaching his third? maybe fourth orgasm?

he was so needy, so tired, his body twitching along with his cock.

“c’mon, baby…c’mon”

he cried to himself as he watched you shake and tense, knowing that you were close again, and so was he.

he whined and begged for you to cum, as if you could hear him through your screen.

his skin felt sticky, and his forehead was cold as his bloody tears stained his already red face.

“fuck, yes, fuck-!”

you both finally came at the same time, little did you know, with his body violently shaking and glitching as he heaved to catch his breath.

he sat back in his chair, watching as you drop your toy to the side, yours legs twitching occasionally.

he sat and thought,

one day,

maybe he’ll tell you.

[justa-fanfic-writer]

Yandere Katakuri x Male Reader

Warnings: Yandere (duh), shit writing, male pregnancy-ish?

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Yandere Katakuri who. . . First met you when you were just walking around the town since you had nothing to do today, so you thought it'll be nice to have a walk around town, not after until you saw a particular red haired boy who looks like he was eating... donuts?

You were strolling around the town since you were still new, and you don't really know your way around, so you thought you might as well explore around but not until you heard some faint noise... it sounds like... someone is munching...? since you were curious where that munching sound was, you thought about going towards the sound since little ol you thought it would be a cute animal eating!

You walked faster to the sound since you had your hopes up thinking it was still a cute animal, not until it wasn't a cute animal... it was some random kid with spiky crimson hair eating what it seems to be donuts? he seems like he was... in bliss of some sort? It seems like donuts were their favorite food!

Your thoughts were cut off when he pinned you against the wall with a long Spear like trident around your neck. He Than spoke, "You saw it, didn't you?" You could feel and hear the anger and rage when he spoke. You were pretty scared, like c'mon, a sharp, pointy blade near your neck like ofc anyone would be scared AF you were almost about to try reasoning with him until you looked at his face and gasped the crimson Haired boy was ready to hear you call him a monster like how the others did and was about to stab you until you murmured softy that only he heard something that absolutely fuckin shocked him "what a cool mouth".

when he heard you spoke those words in your very mouth, his eyes widened in shock! You thought his mouth was cool...? Not disgusting? A curse? A pelican eel? A MONSTER???? He then looked at you again, still shocked, and took back his Spear like Trident back, and he then akwardly apologized. He started putting on his white and black patterned scarf, and you said in a nervous voice, "i-its okay..." And then there was akward silence there was tension still in the air and maybe a start of a new weird friendship? (I got lazy for the backstory here, bare with me here 💀)

Yandere Katakuri who. . . At first, he didn't fully trust you. I mean, come on, barely anyone even wanted to talk to him nor even think about going near him because they kept all called him a freak and a monster, but when you both got even closer he was... a bit happy he had someone to talk to, someone who cares for him, someone who would hang out with but as the days gone by you both were than became inseparable you both would always do everything together and at first Katakuri first saw you as a sibling someone to protect someone who he cares about more than anything but something changed than as you both grew older...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Started to develop some feelings for you it was just small feelings not too much for him to notice it, but as the days went by he started to notice this weird feeling bubbling inside his heart and when he figured out he liked you in a romantic way he was shocked because he only ever saw you as a sibling! never as a romantic interest!

He full-blown denied that he like liked you, but when he actually looked closer... you were... pretty cute.

WAIT NO! STOP THINKING THOSE THINGS he shaked his head to keep those thoughts away he only saw you as a sibling NOTHING MORE NOTHING LESS yes that's right t-this feeling will go away y-yeah it will!

Surprise, surprised it didn't

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Is slowly becoming more touchy and possessive and even more obsessed with you day by day he holds your hand in public more often he always asks if you want him to carry you on his shoulder or want to eat anything and he'll immediately call the chef's to make you sweet goods you were kind of weirded out by this behavior but you just honestly thought nothing of it since you were practically his only friend, and you thought that he was just being insecure again and wanted to you to know that he will always be there for you and just needs your comfort and attention so you happily embraced this new him with with open arms!

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Took it in a wrong and thought you're letting him do this things to you since you LOVE him, right? R-RIGHT!? You wouldn't EVER think about LEAVING him because you happily accepted this.

RIGHT????????

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Had the courage to now actually confess to you and hoped you feel the same, and if you accepted it, then he is ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC and will pick you up and give you a literal bone crushing hug!

but if you don't accept the same feelings well...

Seems like we're gonna have some problems...

Yandere Katakuri who. . . After you accept his proposal for you to be his lover, OH BOY, you're gonna have a field day for sure so better prepare for lots of cuddling and getting spoiled to the core because he will SHOW you that he will ALWAYS love you~<3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Married you not too long ago, both of you said your vows, and before you two kiss, he encased the both of you in a mochi squared house since he is still insecure of his mouth and finally have the both of you in a passionate kiss that could make anyone gag on how sweet you two were

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Will let you have your freedom because he knows that if he cages you like a little bird forever, he will never have a TRUE real relationship with you and doesnt want that he wants to have a real and lovely relationship with you. <3

Yandere Katakuri who. . . Doesn't mind if you want children he would absolutely LOVE to have children with you~<3 its either you want some or he does.

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I'm sorry that I have been like offline for idk a year...? Ehehe, sorry... I was ehem busy with school, and I was on writers block, so sorry... and as I get better with writing fics, I'll remake some of my old ones just like this one, so sorry again if it's not to your liking... :(

[n0tamused]

"Amoris"

A/N: I miss my husband y'all. Made this as an oc x canon thing but I took out any names or descriptions so it can be read as x reader. We all deserve soft Nanami

Content: blind reader, female reader, post Shibuya - Nanami lives, they're enjoying their time in Malaysia now, soft Nanami

Word count: 978

Warnings: Scars? Besides that, nothing.

Long arms of midnight blue embrace the once azure skies, taking them into their slumbering hold. A soft light emanates from the young moon hanging overhead, drawing and calming the breathing waves that swallow up the beaches lick by lick.

The sight is one of its kind, and one the two dreamed off for years beforehand. They could only dream about how refreshing the salty air would be, and how the sound of the sea would lull them to sleep every night, how the summer rains will water the plants hanging from their windows and how lovely it would be to hold hands through all of it. 

Nanami’s calloused hands draw the long curtains over the window after catching one final glimpse of the view outside, humming along with the tune that plays on the phone radio. When he turned to face the bed he saw her sitting comfortably against the headrest, a young little tabby kitten taking much interest, and taste, in her fingers as it let out playful yowls and meows, nibbling at her digits. His beloved giggled, her eyes pointed downward but staring at nothing, the small little scars that sprawled around her eyes had faded, but they were still there, and proof of what hardships she faced. Long lashes flutter shut as she gives up on trying to get the kitten off of her hand, simply letting one fingertip stay lodged between its small pointy teeth, feeling how he tried to chew and bite. “Kenntoo” she called into the air, hearing him move about, his humming following him along. He always seemed to make it a point to do his activities a bit louder than he needed to, simply to let his presence be known to her so she knew he was still there. 

“Yes, my dear?”

“It’s time to go to sleep, I hardly got hold of you the entire day today” says (Y/N), breathing in deeply and letting her sigh fall heavy from her lips, as if to make a point. The kitten in her hands lets out a meow that sounded more like a squeal instead, making him turn his head to the two on the bed. “See? Even he agrees, he’s calling you over- Na Na Miiiii” she teases, barely hiding a smile from her lips as she feels the kitten's body, turning it around to face away and lifting it up into the air. Her smile widens as she feels Kento’s big hands take the kitten from her, inevitably touching her own hands. “You both seem so needy today, I can’t have been absent for that long, right?” The bed dips beneath his weight as he takes a seat beside her stretched legs, and the kitten is promptly placed into his lap for a short while. Big strokes over the little furry head and body leaving the kitten purring loudly. She nudges his hip with her foot when she finds it, asking for more attention to be cast to her.

“We had a perfect chance to sleep in this morning, yet you got up so early. And for what?” she points her words at him, curling her knees to her chest before scooting closer to where she felt him, one hand stretching out and landing on his bicep first. Then the hand crawled up to his shoulder, holding herself there. “Besides the kitten surprise, what else do you have going on?” she asked with a soft sigh, squeezing his shoulder as if that would squeeze and answer out of him. He chuckles, letting the kitten jump to the floor before he turns his body towards her, taking her hands in his. “What could I have going on? I can’t keep anything from you, even the cat was hardly any surprise”  “Only because he was meowing from his box” “Pfft”

“But no, seriously. You’ve been working a lot.. and I miss you, Ken” Her voice had mellowed out, and with his guidance she made his lap her seat, her hands climbing up his chest before cupping his cheeks. The feeling has her smiling bigger, her heart catching up in her throat. One hand can feel the scarred skin from the burns he had sustained, and the other is met with smoother skin, both equally warm to the touch, both his cheeks lead up to the brows she mapped out with her fingertips before moving to his temples. He falls silent, holding his words on the tip of his tongue as he lets her touch his face.

Her fingers go to his hairline, carding through the golden locks before dropping to his earlobe, and with a fingertip on each side she traces the high cheekbone up to the base of his nose, and then a single finger goes to his lips, and he swears he can feel his heart leave him completely. It escapes his chest and runs to her embrace. Finally, he moves, taking hold of her wrist to keep it still while he kisses her fingertip, and gently he turns her hand over to show her palm so he could place kisses onto it. “I missed you too, so much” Kento replied, taking the other hand to and making her cup his cheeks again while he turned his head and kissed this hand and then the other, maneuvering them how he saw fit, showing love to each hand that held him so delicately, much delicately than he believed he deserved. 

Nanami pulls her closer in his lap, and before he could initiate it, he already felt her  soft lips find a corner of his own. Both of them burst into a quick chuckle that gets muffled by a proper kiss, now landing on his lips and it quells their feelings of yearning. 

“Mm, let’s get to bed now, hm? And I can tell you what I was up to today, alright?”

I didn't write in a while, so I hope this is alright <3

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[smokeygrayrabbits]

wolfwood casually bullying vash into accepting love, finally getting vash to come cuddle with him or lay in his lap or something only to realize that fuck, vash is heavy. all metal and muscle under that big soft coat. not to mention he's pointy from all the metal in his skin and his boney ass. now none of this is a deal breaker of course, but it's not exactly the most comfortable right off the bat without a little finagling, but like hell wolfwoods gonna say anything to vash yet. it's already taken so much work just to get this far!

wolfwood and everybody working so hard to get vash to open up and accept their love, and to come to them for affection and attention if he wants it. vash always avoided being touched, so for a while they weren't sure if he was just not a touchy persona or not. they thought maybe he doesn't really want a whole lot of touch and physical affection from them, and that's fine. people have different ways of showing love and they could work with it. only for vash to practically melt into a little puddle of purring goo when Milly drunkenly kidnapped him for some snuggles. turns out vash does want it. a lot.

it took a while to get him there, but once he finally started to realize that, yes, it is ok to ask for a hug or accept a pat on the back or sit close by, he's started doing it all the time. flopping onto wolfwood in the backseat of the car, draping himself around Meryl's shoulders or using her and an armrest, nudging himself up under Millys arm or into her lap, leaning his head on Roberto's shoulder.

turns out, vash really does like physical affection. a lot. so much. hell get all floppy and sleepy at the slightest squeeze, practically and soemtimes literally glowing at a hand in his or a pat on the back, purring and isn't that the sweetest thing whenever one of them touches his hair or rubs circles into his sore muscles. it makes them all a little sad sometimes, thinking about just how deprived vash must have been for so long when he clearly takes so much comfort in just the touch of another person.

he blames it on plant instincts once, when they're all a little past drunk and closer than they'd like to admit to sleep. for vash, touch isn't just love or comfort, it's something he needs to be healthy. apparently plants are highly social creatures, existing in a kind of semi connected hive mind naturally or at least that what they think vash meant, it was kind of hard to make out what he was saying past the drunken slurring and the rumbling purr in his chest distorting his words. and that's absolutely unacceptable. wolfwoods job is to look after vash after all. to make sure he's safe and healthy and happy and alive on his brothers behalf its not just for his boss anymore though. wolfwood may have been contracted to protect vash and look after him, but loving him, burning down the world for him, was never part of their agreement. wolfwood wouldn't have it any other way. and if wolfwood also happens to sleep better wrapped around vash, with that purring vibrating the beads of the rosary around his neck, creating the best lullaby a guy could ask for? well that's nobody's damn business but his own.

[lavalais76]

I recently wrote a post asking if any of you think Jon Snow is actually dead. I got likes, but no response. I had to be sure I wasn't the only one thinking this way, so I copied a comment from RyanBarnes13 on Reddit, and I agree with him and a few others as well.

RyanBarnes13:

He’s alive. Aemon has that dream vision on the trip where he wakes up and is almost desperate to tell Jon " cold preserves." The first was a non- fatal neck cut. 2nd was a belly stab, (depending on where) could miss all vitals. 3rd stab was in the shoulder blades. So into the bones, not organs. He fell to the snow. And never felt the 4th blade. It's very, very likely that Jon wasn't actually stabbed a 4th time. (All he felt was the cold)

The key thing is the SNOW, it actually freezes and stops the blood loss which is what actually saves most stabbing or shooting victims. People have laid in SNOW for 12 plus hours and recovered from what should be a very fatal wounds.

Yes he will warg into ghost, and he is probably unconscious and in a coma like state. Jon has to finish the crypt dream of Winterfell that he continues to have,and wakes up from. This time he will finish it, and will talk to the wolf he saw in the last iteration.

And yes the regular science will confound everyone, and after sewing or burning his wounds, Melisandre will light a fire, put Jon there and the rapid warmup will help Jon recover and voila!!!!!!! A miracle!!!

Edit: actually if you look at the very last sentences, he falls first, does not feel a fourth stab, cause there is no stab, he does not warg, he only feels the cold. He is laying in snow. So he is still in his body. He calls to Ghost for help.

“Jon fell to his knees. He found

the dagger’s hilt and wrenched it free. In the cold night air the wound was smoking. “Ghost,” he whispered. Pain washed over him. Stick them with the pointy end. When the third dagger took him between the shoulder blades, he gave a grunt and fell face-first into the snow. He never felt the fourth knife. Only the cold …”

— George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set by George R. R. Martin

That belly punch is the big if. If he hit organs yeah it’s a slow septic death if Jon survived the initial stabbing. But it reads like it wasn’t near as bad of a stab. Bowen Marsh is crying unlike the others. Reads like he still isn’t quiet 100% on doing it. And definately is lacking the fighting skills. He punched Jon. And the dagger stayed when he let go. That says it went in deep enough to stay in. But who the hell stabs a guy and it is described as a punch????? Seems off.....

But unlike nowadays they stabbing into lots of muscles. Not fat. It’s a lot harder to cut through.

We actually had a soldier in Iraq that worked out all the time in our free time, he got shot in the abdomen. Turns out working out saved his dam life, the bullet hit the ab muscles and it actually stopped the bullet before it penetrates to the organs. Honestly we all worked out after that. Protein shakes and weights for the whole platoon.

But that’s what I’m seeing described more in this stabbing.

*This last comment comes from: BowTiesAreCool86

"Oh, you think he's dead, do you?" - GRRM.

Also, from another interview

I: "Getting stabbed to death by one of his friends?"

GRRM: "Wait til the next book"

I think he'll be pulled back from the brink, a more successful spell than was worked on Khal Drogo, but it will cost him part of his "soul" in one way or another.

* I personally think Jon will be in a coma like Bran was and he will Warg his wolf. From there Jon will learn of his abilities with the help of Bloodraven and Bran. I also think Jon is more powerful than Bloodraven AND Bran. Jon will probably be allowed to leave the wall when Rob's WILL surface which is SOON, or the Northerners will come together and will be Jon's "get out of jail free" card.

As far as they know he is the last living son of Ned Stark, and they would rather see a Stark in Winterfell than the Bolton's or Stannis. They are bidding their time, but Jon is in grave danger even at the wall as we already know. I'll say this until the books prove me wrong: Satin had something to do with Jon's stabbing. He is "the hidden dagger."

Things will change BIG TIME once Sansa Stark makes it to Castle Black as well. These are my thoughts on Jon Snow. Everyone automatically assumed he died and the theories I read of his return are totally unbelievable. YES, he will be a changed man and NO he will NOT be some zombie who can't communicate or stuck in Ghost.

No one ever talks about Jon's unnatural super strength. They showed a little in the show, but not enough. Jon has the blood of the 1st men and old Valyria. He is full of ancient magic that he isn't even aware of. His near death experience and being in Ghost's skin will change EVERYTHING. I also happen to believe that Jon is a greenseer and will find out of his heritage himself.

Jon might die later in the series and be brought back, but as for now; Jon lives. Any thoughts? 😊

[athenasgotu]

title: yes, sir.

pairings: vox x fem!reader

summary: you were pretty well known in hell, you weren't an overlord (yet). but everyone knew not to fuck with you. you were the 'i get what i want' type of girl. vox noticed your confidence, he wanted you for something. but he wants you to obey.

warnings: swearing, obsession, aggressive vox

minors dni !!

it was a normal saturday. you only had a few things planned and that was to have a meeting, with him. you didn't hate vox.. but he definitely wouldn't stop leaving you alone.

constant calls, messages, and you saw his drones flying around. he definitely knew what you were up to. it didn't bother you, you weren't scared of him. but you didn't want to disappoint him either. you had to meet with him at a restaurant.. what was this a date? god. you looked in your closet, there you found your red dress. you always wanted to look sexy, even if it was to impress this tv man.. but, it was worth it.

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as a few hours pass, you have your makeup done, your hair is curled, and finally your dress. you look beautiful. you sprayed some rose perfume on.

you couldn't walk in heels, how funny. so you wore your sneakers instead. hopefully, vox doesn't make fun of you. you took a cab, in the car you checked your phone. so many notifications. but one stood out to you.

vox: hey, beautiful. i'll be waiting.

beautiful? he called you beautiful? this guy must be a flirt. or maybe you're overthinking this. as you finally made it to the restaurant, you got out and paid the driver before walking in.

"name?" the person at the front desk asked.

they seriously don't know your name, lord.

"y/n. i'm actually with someon-" before you could finish you feel pointy fingers on your shoulders, feeling it push your shoulders down in a way.

"she's with me." vox said, smirking. he looked down at you. you were quite short. he drools red just for a moment while looking at you. his presence made you uncomfortable but comfortable? it was so hard to explain.

"oh shit! vox! yes, um.. go find a table.." the person said in quite a shock.

he smiled and took his hands off your shoulders and began to walk. you followed. he took you to the back with windows showing pentagram city. you sit down and he sits across.

"nice to meet you, y/n. you've made quite the show recently, hm?" he smirks looking into your eyes.

show? if he means how i literally killed a ton of random ass sinners, yeah.

"oh, um.. yeah. so, you've been really messaging me a lot.. and uhh-" you paused, you were nervous for the first time and it wasn't because he was an overlord. it was something else..

"oh! well, yes. i've just been dying to meet you." his voice gets more digital for a moment, his eyes look down at your cleavage for a moment. you clear your throat, he looks back up. "sorry.. you should really.." he leans over the table and pulls up the slit down your chest up. "cover that up. don't want anyone seeing that.." he smiles.

was he implying that only he could see or something? his touch did make you feel something though..

"are you going to explain why we are having this meeting..?" you ask. he nods.

"well, yes. i wanted you to actually work with me. or.. the vees to be exact." he smirks.

work with the vees? is he letting me join?!

"before you think, no you're not joining the vees.. at least not unless i consider it." he sighs, taking a sip of the glass of water.

right..

"okay, well what is that you want me to do?" you ask, tilting your head.

he leans back and smiles, showing his teeth.

"just do some small favors for me.. is that okay with you, y/n?" he stares straight into your eyes.

you weren't sure what you were getting yourself into, but you knew this is a big opportunity.

"yes-" he cuts you off.

"sir. say.. yes, sir."

you look at him a little shocked in a way. you nod.

"yes sir."

[jaylienpotter]

Prompt from @jegulus-microfic (from 5th of July)

(676 words) / CW: swearing

Potion

Evan and Barty were in the common room doing homework. More like Rosier was doing it and Barty was trying to catch the Giant Squid's attention. 

"Barty? Can you help me with potions? I can't get this shit straight." Crouch shifted his attention and smirked. 

"Of course you can't, git. You're gay."

"How original. Are you going to help me or not?" The blond bloke crossed his arms impatiently.

"Anything for my Rose. What do you need?" 

"Firstly, I need you to stop calling me that. Second, amortentia." Barty's eyes sparkled. "What? I don't like that look. It means you're thinking. That never goes well."

"Oh shut up! Listen… You know how Regulus keeps stealing glances at Potter?" Reg's friends had been insisting he had a crush on the Gryffindor quidditch captain but he always denied it. 

"Yeah…? What's your point?" The tall boy put his arm around the darker boy's shoulders. 

"Well, my love, we could use your little homework to test it." A mischievous grin splattered across his face. He had been dying to find out if his theory was right - which always was since Barty was perfect (at least he said so). 

"You're evil." Evan rolled his eyes but smiled, clearly on board with the scheme. 

"That's why you love me." After a kiss, the two got to work on the love potion. 

"Hey Reg!" The pale boy (who ought to go outside more, fucking white as a wall) turned around to see his best friends happily approached him. A smiley Barty Crouch Jr was usually bad news. 

"Yes…?" 

"Evan and I made a perfume! Smell it!" He basically shoved the small bottle underneath Black's nose but he pushed the hand away. 

"The fuck? Why?" 

"We want your opinion. Don't you trust us?" The answer left in a heartbeat. 

"No." Regulus loved his friends. But they were mad at times. He still hadn't forgotten the time Barty set fire to Reg's robes to show a new 'trick' that obviously did not work. 

Evan took the bottle and smelled it. "See? Safe." After being handed the perfume a second time, Regulus sighed and smelled it, lifting his eyebrows in surprise. "So? What do you think?"

"It's good. Wasn't expecting it, to be honest." He sniffed the comforting scent once more. 

"Yeah? What does it smell like?" Crouch tried really hard to hide his smirk. It was working, Black was falling for their trap. 

"Smells like… Forest…" Barty hummed while his friend tried to figure what else was in the perfume. "Eucalyptus and… Broom polish?" Icy blue eyes stared at the bottle in confusion. Why did they make a perfume with broom polish?! 

"Eucalyptus…?" The couple smiled while glancing at each other. It didn't make sense as to why the Eucalyptus was the thing they were focusing on. 

"Yes. Why is there broom polish in here?!" The brown haired Slytherin wrapped his arm around the confused boy's neck. 

"Oh Reggie, Reggie… Don't you get it?" 

"Doesn't it remind you of anyone?" Evan joined in, wrapping his arm around Black's waist, eyes matching Barty's. 

"No…?" He looked at both of them and his face fell into a neutral annoyed stare. "What is this?" 

Barty took the bottle that was shoved in his face. "Amortentia." 

"You fucking-!" Regulus freed himself from their hands and stared up. "This doesn't mean anything!" 

"Someone is in love with James Potter. I knew it." The long and pointy face would look quite good with a fist at that moment. 

"I am not."

"It's okay. We get it. Potter is hot." Rosier teased, wanting a reaction, which he got. 

"Back off!" 

"You were saying, Black?" The youngest yet most annoying out of the lot grinned. That was basically a confession. 

"I hate both of you."

"I wonder what Potter will think of our perfume, Evan."

"I was wondering the same." Regulus buried his face in his hands. There was no way he could talk his insane friends out of it. He could either deal with it or apparate somewhere far, far away. 

[farity]

On a Spring Day

He had to admit, his jaw nearly dropped when she appeared at the doors of the Sept.  If he had to choose a word to describe what she looked like, it would be spring.  Fitting, for a Tyrell girl, he supposed, although Aegon had led him to expect much less fabric.  

She walked toward him on her father’s arm, her face composed and a sweet smile on her pink lips.  When her father kissed her cheek, she murmured something, and when she turned to look upon him, her future husband, she glanced up at him with doe eyes from beneath her lashes.

He studied her, as she stood facing him, her voice clear when she said the words, her fingers delicate and warm on his.

Now she had been clad in an equally intricate nightgown, and she was waiting on the side of the bed.  There were two maesters and a Septon who would witness the bedding, but when he looked at her, he saw uncertainty in her eyes.

“Get out.”

“My prince, we must witness-”

“You may stand outside and listen if you wish.”

“It is tradition that-”

“I don’t give a shit about tradition.  Get out.”

When none of them moved, Aemond went to where he’d left his sword and removed it from the scabbard.

The three older men left and closed the door behind them.

“Thank you.”

He turned after locking the door and putting the sword back, and realized she had walked closer to him.

“I was not looking forward to them watching.  May I get you some wine?”

“I will not have those old goats look upon my naked wife.”

She laughed, and he realized it was the first time he had gotten a real reaction out of her.  She placed her hand over her mouth, but couldn’t hide the smile.  “I must admit, the one with the white, pointy beard rather reminded me of a goat.”

“He smells like one, too.”  He didn’t, but Aemond wanted to hear her laugh again.

She clapped the other hand over the first one, trying to contain her laughter.  When she recovered, she looked at him.  “You are most cruel, prince Aemond.”

“I have been told that before.”  He took a step toward her, watched the change in her expression.

She put her hand out, as if warding him off.  “I did not mean-”

He took another step.  “I know what you meant.”  

“I would not have you take offense, husband.”

He raised her face to his.  “What would you have me take, wife?”

She looked from his eye to his mouth, and then back up.  “I suppose you may take anything you wish, since we are wed now.”

He couldn’t help but smirk.  She hadn’t said it in a flirtatious or seductive way, but he couldn’t quite place her tone.  “Do you know what is to happen?”

“Yes, I have been well informed as to the particulars of the marital act.”

In her soft, sweet voice, the words almost sounded interesting.  “I see,” he said, “do tell me.”

She looked around for a moment, and he recognized the gesture as the same thing he did when he was trying to recall a text he’d read.  

“The husband and wife are joined together so that his seed may- I mean, might, plant a babe in her womb.”  She rushed through the description and Aemond wanted to smile.  

“Ah.  And do you know how that happens?”

“I was shown illustrations.”

He stared at her.  “Illustrations.”

She nodded.  “In a book from a maester, and then the septa-”

Aemond had had enough of this nonsense and began kissing her.  She gasped, but instead of pushing him away, she grabbed his shoulders, holding on as his tongue swept in and began exploring her mouth.

When he hauled her up in his arms, she made another little noise and wrapped her arms around his neck, and he wondered if her illustrations and lessons had included any of the utterly depraved things he wanted to do to her.

When he placed her on the bed, breaking off the kiss, she looked up at him, eyes dazed and lips parted, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

He slipped her nightgown off, baring her completely.  She pressed her legs together, not looking at him, and a pink flush spread across her cheeks.  

“You are lovely, wife.”

“Thank you,” she said, pleasantly enough, but a note of panic had crept into her voice.

He yanked off his tunic, pushed down his trousers, and laid down next to her, pulling her against him.  “More than lovely, I think,” he amended, gently stroking down her arm.  His fingertips brushed against the side of her breast and she shivered, her eyelashes fluttering.  

Aemond lowered his head to take the rosy tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he sucked, and she let out a long, shaky breath.  He continued feasting on her breasts until she was holding on to his hair and her hips were moving against his.  

When he began kissing a path down her belly, she grabbed at the bedcovers, and when he hooked his arms under her thighs she went very still.  Did she know about this?  Had the septa and the maester and whoever else had instructed her told her about this?

He sucked the tender flesh between her legs into his mouth and heard a strangled cry from her, her thighs tensing.  Using lips and tongue, he pleasured her until she was panting, mindless, desperate.  He wanted more.  

When she came the first time, her moan filling the room, he didn’t stop, pushing her legs further apart, and kept working her until he was rewarded with a second release.  By the fourth one, she was begging, and when he reached up to cup her face, he felt her tears on his fingers. 

Aemond couldn’t help himself and wrapped a hand around his painfully hard cock. When she came a fifth time, he followed, the sound of her voice in his ears as she mindlessly repeated his name.  To curse him, to plead with him, he didn’t know.  

He left her, still trembling on the bed, and went to the bathing chamber, cleaned himself up, and came back to find that she had not moved at all.  He knelt between her spread thighs, and watched as her eyes fluttered open.  She reached up and he took her hand to place a kiss on her wrist.

He leaned down, kissing her until she wrapped her arms around him again, and began entering her.  

“That was extraordinary,” she breathed.

“This may hurt for a few moments,” he murmured, and snapped his hips.  She closed her eyes, arched back, and he stilled until he felt the tension leave her.  “No more pain."

When she opened her eyes again, there were tears there again, and he leaned down to kiss the corner of one eye, tasting the saltiness and feeling the fluttering of her eyelashes.

He pulled back his hips and she pressed her lips together.  “Am I hurting you now?”

“No, it’s just all new to me.”  He watched her as he pressed forward and saw no pain in her eyes.  

“Hmm.  I would have you tell me if you do not enjoy something.”

She raised an eyebrow.  “Truly?”

He kept rocking his hips, brushed a kiss on her nose.  “I want truth in our marriage.  Wrap your legs around me,” he said, and saw the blush creep across her cheeks again.

“Like this?”  She crossed her ankles behind his back and when he thrust inside her at the new angle, her eyes widened.  “Oh.”

He smirked down at her, kissed her parted lips.  “You are most delightful, wife.”  He ran his tongue along her bottom lip, tugged on it for a moment.  He hadn’t expected this on his wedding night.  Consummating the marriage and then pretending to go to sleep had been the extent of his thoughts, but there had been something about her that had called to him, both a desire to protect her, shield her from the prying eyes she’d been expecting, and a need to find out if he was doomed to a cold marriage bed for the rest of his life.  

Not only was his new wife beautifully responsive to his touch, which appealed to the most primal side of him, but she seemed to want him to touch her.  Every time he had initiated something she had reached for him, and she had not recoiled from his scar.  Not the calculating flirt he had expected from Aegon’s stories of Tyrell girls.

She whimpered, pressing her mouth to his jaw.  “Aemond, I think, uh, I am-” she moaned, “feel so good,” she said breathlessly, her fingernails digging into his back as she rocked her hips to match him.  He began to snap his hips, driving harder, faster, and she cried out, taking him along with her as she came.

Aemond came back to himself to find that she was stroking his back with one hand and caressing his hair with the other.  He rose onto his elbows and kissed her sweaty temple, inhaling the scent of her skin as he continued nuzzling her cheek.  

“Is it always like that?”

“Like what?”

“So overwhelming.”

He smiled gently at her.  “It can be many things.”  He took a lock of her hair in his fingers, comparing it to his own silver strands.  

“What has it been for you?  Before, I mean.”

“Fear.  Loneliness.”  He hated to think about it, about the time Aegon had taken him to the Street of Silk.  “But it can also be comfort, and pleasure.”

“I would not have it be anything bad between us.”  He could tell she wanted to ask more, but she held back and he was silently grateful for it.  

“You have a very soothing touch,” he said, and she smiled.  

She pushed herself so that she could tuck Aemond’s head under her chin, and kept caressing his hair.  “I am glad you think so.”

Aemond smiled, indulging her, and let her run her fingers through his hair.

Minutes later, she looked down at her sleeping husband, placed her cheek on top of his head and closed her eyes.

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"best friend" | kim seungmin

genre: arranged marriage au, angst + a dash of fluff, hurt/comfort

warning(s): mention of death, grief

word count: 698

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Something about the downpour further deepens the grief you’ve been holding in your heart. After your nana passed away, the grief kept on growing and growing like a vicious avalanche with each passing day.The casket had been lowered and it was your turn to drop a white rose on it. It was her favorite. You remember all those times she would trim away the thorns and pluck out the pointy leaves just so she can tuck it in behind your ear. Oh how cruel it is how beautiful times disappear. 

Your legs felt heavy, almost as if they were hesitating for you to say a one last goodbye to your grandmother. But you had to stay strong. You have to do it for nana to honor her.

It was brief yet such a small moment seemed so long. Your white rose drops on top of the other white roses. As you were observing it, it seemed like it was falling in slow motion. Others went back to the crowd but you were stunned at your place. You can’t help but start crying in the rain. Tears were commingling along with rain droplets on your face. Your black dress was starting to soak. The wail you let out was just heartbreaking. Everyone knew how you were very close to your grandmother.

The rain somehow stopped pouring on you. A familiar presence next to you holds an umbrella, protecting both of you from the downpour. You looked to see who it was and it was your husband.

Seungmin’s heart broke, seeing how devastated you looked. He took out a handkerchief in his pocket and he gently wiped away your tears and the rain off your face. He takes your hand, and guides you away from the people.

He lets you wail. He lets you cry on his shoulders. He lets you let out the pain and heartache you’ve been feeling. Being your husband and close confidant, he never judges you for whatever it is that you feel. That’s something you were always grateful for from him.

Seungmin lets you take your time. You both left early and now you have reached your home.

“I think you should take a sh—”

And suddenly, you gave him the biggest hug yet. “Thank you Min. I really can’t thank you enough for today.”

He chuckles a little. “Don’t worry about it. We’re a team, remember?”

You nod, feeling warm inside. Not just because of your hidden feelings for him but just how much he cares for you. You couldn’t imagine being married to anyone else despite his heart belonging to someone else. 

“You know what, instead of a shower, I’m just gonna prepare you a hot bath instead. Would that be alright?”

“Yes of course. Thank you best friend.”

“Best friend? That’s new. I sure hope Hyunjin is not gonna kill me when he finds out you have a new best friend,” he jokes.

Seungmin noticed you haven’t had a good laugh for a while until this moment. Your tummy was aching and you were letting out tears of joy rather than tears of grief. He always finds a way to cheer you up in the simplest things. “There’s nothing wrong with having two best friends, Minnie.”

He laughs along, holding your hands to warm them up. “Okay okay. Now let me get your bath ready. I’ll be back in a bit. Alright?”

“Alright.”

“And Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m here for you okay. You’re not alone.”

Seungmin then heads upstairs to the master bathroom. You’re thankful to have such a caring husband even if he wasn’t in love with you. Even if he was already happy and in love with someone else. It’s alright.

No matter how much you push away your feelings for him, you can’t help but admit that you are deeply smitten by him. Not wanting to jeopardize your arrangement, you’d rather swallow your pride and feelings deep inside the thoughts that Seungmin won’t be able to find and explore.

It’s alright. It’s okay. What matters to you is keeping your bond with him for as long as you can. Even if it may be selfish on your part.

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A/N: Hello! Man I wasn't able to get some stuff out over break and now it's back to school. Hopefully can still post some stories despite my busy schedule. There is a high likeliness that this drabble will be turned into a full fic :D

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In Memory | Sandman Imagine

Summary: As Jessamy is murdered, Morpheus promises to take care of Jessamy’s daughter in honor of her memory.

Pairing: Morpheus x Daughter! Reader

Requested: Yes

Part II

After Jessamy’s death the Lord of Dreams was heartbroken, but in the middle of that pain he remembered Jessamy had left a daughter behind.

Jessamy and him would watch over you from afar, somehow protecting you. Jessamy had told her master how she had died a few weeks after your birth, leaving you practically on your own.

Prior to her murder Jessamy had always planned on getting you back, on making The Dreaming your home and now, Morpheus thought the best way to honor his companion’s memory was to take you in and raise you, because you were now the only thing that was left of Jessamy.

You were playing on the grass, just outside your foster home, following a small ladybug until you were stopped by a pair of black polished shoes.

When looking up you were greeted by the sight of a tall, pale man dressed in all black, he didn’t seem very friendly to you, but oddly enough you didn’t feel in danger, in fact, quite the opposite.

The strange man kneeled down to your height, now you were able to see his beautiful blue orbs that were looking at you with indescribable tenderness and sadness which you could not comprehend.

“Who are you?” You asked tilting your head to the side, the man smiled weakly as he arranged your tangled hair.

“My name is Dream of the Endless. Your mother was a good friend of mine and she asked me to take care of you from now on”

“She asked you that before she went to heaven?” You questioned him further, he could see in your eyes you knew the truth but you said it so simply, maybe because being so young you had yet to realize what great loss you had suffered.

“Yes, she did. You know you’re quite smart, may I ask how old are you?”

“Seven” you said, standing up straight, trying your best to look mature or like you were old enough to be sufficient, his heart broke in that very moment, because no child should seek to prove their worth through some sense of independence, a child should have no worries.

“I see… very well then. Would you like to see your new home, your mother’s home?” He asked, you nodded softly as you reached your arms out to Dream and he picked you up, hiding you under his massive coat so you could be kept from the cold.

You had your arms around his neck and your head was laid on his shoulder, before he pulled out his sand to take you to the Dreaming, Morpheus took a second to soak in the familiarity of the moment, as for a single second, he remembered how Jessamy herself would be shielded under his cloak.

Now, having you in his arms it came over him a sensation of warmth that he had never felt before. That same warmth was telling him somehow, that this was right, that this was somehow meant to be the way it was.

When you reached the Dreaming you never let go of Dream’s hand. As all of this was unknown you held onto the only person you somehow knew, it was hard to explain but something told you that as long as you were with Dream nothing bad could happen to you.

A strange woman with bubble glasses and pointy ears approached you and Dream, as her eyes found yours, hers seemed to almost popped out of their sockets.

“Is that…?” She whispered not being able to finish her sentence due to her amazement, the king nodded

“Y/N this is Lucienne, she is the librarian here” Dream explained you as you looked only at him. When his explanation was over you reached out your hand to the woman and she stretched it softly.

“Nice to meet you” you said, when stretching out your arm both Morpheus and Lucienne noticed the diverse lacerations and cuts on your arm.

Both of them shared a sad knowing look, but decided to leave that subject for later as the important thing now was getting you healed, cleaned and changed.

Morpheus nuzzled your head, making you look up at him.

“Would you accompany Lucienne so you can clean yourself up?” You nodded and took Lucienne by the hand so Morpheus could focus on his work.

Later on when things got quieter Lucienne appeared with a small smile on her lips “Our new resident is requesting you”

He smiled as well, moved that the little girl was asking for him, he felt as if he had already created a bond with Jessamy’s daughter.

He knocked on the door and you immediately allowed him to come in, he was greeted by the side of you with a pijama on, holding a tiny brush with your wet hair.

“Would you brush my hair, please?” He smiled, as he sat on the bed, right beside you.

“I must admit I know not how to do it”

“Just pull down until it feels soft” you explained simply handing him the brush, he noticed this wasn’t up for discussion and he just went ahead and did his best.

“Dream?”

“Yes, darling?”

“Will you go to heaven like momma?” The king of Dreams gulped, he could feel your fear, the uncertainty of getting attached and then losing him, the fear of being left alone.

“No, I will not. My kingdom will always need me” that was the best way he could put it for a child like yourself to understand.

“What if I get annoying?” You asked, Dream frowned, not understanding

“What do you mean?”

“If I make you mad, will you send me away? It’s what others did” you were speaking awfully calm for the words you were using, the king stopped brushing your hair and had you turn to face him.

“The Dreaming will always be your home, Y/N and I will always take care of you, I promise” he assured you as he looked at you dead in the eye, he wanted you to see he was talking sincerely.

“Promises can be broken” you said, his gaze softened as he cupped your cheek.

“This will not”

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rides in the city - J.T.K

jake x fem!reader

1.4k words minors DNI

thank you anon!!

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, slight bitijg and hair pulling

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You were standing outside of your favorite bar, smoking a cigarette. You loved coming to bars and getting a light buzz, but sometimes the crowdedness of the bar got too much for you. A quick smoke break and you’d be set. As you were about to take the last puff of your cigarette, an obnoxiously loud motorcycle came and parked in front of you.

When the driver turned the motorcycle off, you had to leave a snarky remark.

“It’s not loud enough, don’t you think?” You said, laughing through your nose afterwards.

“No, I don’t think so either.” He laughed back at you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“What? You don’t like it, sweetheart?” He asked, now stepping off of his bike and walking towards you.

“Considering everyone within a 5 mile radius heard you because you like to rev your engine, no. Not really.” You said, throwing your cigarette butt on the ground and stomping it out with your shoe.

“Why don’t I take you on a ride? It’s not as bad as you think. Promise you that”

You thought on this question for maybe a good five minutes, bickering back and forth with the man in front of you. You reluctantly said yes.

You were now hugging the man you’d met only 30 minutes prior as he took you to only god knows where. You were just praying to whatever god would listen to you that this man wouldn’t take you to his house and cut you into 30 different pieces and stick you in his freezer.

It seemed like forever that’d you been on the back of this motorcycle. You’d only open your eyes when you noticed the motorcycle being turned off. When you saw where you were, you audibly gasped. It was a beautiful view over the city. The lights of all the different builds were shining like stars in the sky.

You got off the bike and let out a tiny gasp, never seeing anything like it.

“How did you find this? I- I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like it.”

“I have a big, chaotic family and I needed to find a place that would let me unwind. It’s pretty, isn’t it?” You didn’t have the time to respond before he spoke once again.

“And the ride here wasn’t as bad as you thought, right?” You didn’t have to see his face to know there was a smug smirk hiding behind that helmet of his. Up until this point, you’d almost completely disregarded the fact that you had yet to see his face.

“Fine. I can admit it wasn’t bad. Why don’t you take your helmet off?” You now doing the same thing he just did to you.

“How come?” He asked, almost laughing towards the end of his question.

He had to be joking, surely. You had rode his motorcycle, the least he could do is allow you to see his face.

“Is that even a serious question?” You question, scoffing at his own question.

“What if I take it off and I’m an ugly troll?” He joked.

“Then I guess I’m walking home!” You laughed, now walking towards him.

“Fine, fine! I’ll take it off.”

As he put his hands on his helmet, slowly pulling it off. The seconds felt like they were minutes long. That was until you watched his long hair fall down his shoulders and his eyes land on yours. You were genuinely speechless. He was possibly the prettiest human you’d ever got the pleasure of meeting.

“Say something? Please?” Insecurity was ridden in his voice he softly intertwined his fingers over and over waiting for you to say something.

“You’re so pretty…uh-” You paused, realizing you had yet to grab his name.

“Jake. And your name?” He smiled at you.

“Y/n” You answered back, still taking in his features. His eyes were sunk in but they looked perfect, his nose was pointy, shaping his face in the best way. His hair looked so soft and all you could think of was running your fingers through it.

You had now found yourself sitting in front of Jake on his bike. Your faces were so close, you could feel his heat radiating off of his body. He was saying some nonsense about his family. You could barely focus with how close your lips were to touching each other. They would ghost over each other when one or another would interrupt each other.

“I’m a twin, actually. We’re polar opposites though. Josh wants to go into film and my dream is to start a band. I want to be the biggest rockstar the world has ever seen…” He was looking right into your eyes, boring into your eyes.

You couldn’t help yourself when you barely leaned in and gave a kiss to his lips. He smelled like patchouli and tasted even better, in which you didn’t understand. It seemed impossible to you.

No words were shared when you pulled away, yet more than enough was shared within the looks you gave each other. Jake pulled you in with his hand on your cheek and met your lips with his.

It was much different this time. It was rougher, both of your bodies seemingly craving each other. Hands were groping the opposite body, aching to have a closer contact. Jake pulled away, now kissing down your neck. You leaned your head back, allowing him more space to pepper the wet kisses. You gripped onto his jacket, appreciating his chest before moving your hand down to the now obvious bulge in his pants.

He paused the second you stroke his clothes cock, hitching his breath. You weren’t sure if he knew what he was doing as he started to buck his hands up into your hand.

You felt Jake’s free hand start to ride your dress up your hips and put a hand into your panties. The contact with your clit made you whine and jerk your body into him.

“Jake, please.” Was all you had to say before he was unbuckling his belt. He let you do the honors and pulled his cock out. It made your mouth water but there was simply no time for that. With how bad your cunt was aching, you needed to be fucked more than ever.

With a few short lived strokes, you were scooting onto Jake’s cock. When you felt the stretch of him pushing into you, your mouth fell open. It was almost immediate when you started to grind down onto him. His cock hit every spot imaginable, it felt like pure heaven. Jake’s hands were grabbing handfuls of your ass, pushing himself even deeper into you.

“Oh my fucking god, you feel perfect, Jake.” You were barely able to get the words out behind your choked moans.

“Just like that, baby. Fucking amazing for me.” His voice was so much deeper than earlier. It was soaked with lust. It was now hot and heavy.

As you both got closer to the edge of bliss, Jake laid his head on your shoulder, now giving it small bites when the pleasure seemed to get all too much for him. You pulled his hair as he did so, only encouraging him to bite into you harder.

Your hips eventually tired out and your grinding got sloppier by the second. Jake placed one hand behind him and one on your lower back, using the leverage to fuck into you like no tomorrow. You were sure you’d be sore as fuck the next day but holy shit would it be worth it. You couldn’t remember the last time a man made you even get close to cumming.

With the taste of your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, you begged Jake to give his all to you.

“Please, Jake, I need it harder. I’m so close. Give it to me, give me your all.” Your words were enough to send you both into a hazed frenzy. Jake fucked into you with all the strength he could muster up and your head went dizzy with your orgasm. Your nails clawed into whatever part of Jake you could find. Jake doing the same, digging his nails into your ass as he spilled into you.

When you came down from your high, your chests were heaving, begging for a breath of air. You let your hand draw soft shapes into Jake’s hair, just needing to feel close to him.

“Well, that being said. Can I have your number?”

[snortlaughs]

trial paperwork

fandom: ace attorney

pairing: narumitsu/wrightworth

characters included: lee!wright, ler!edgeworth

word count: 1.3k

genre: fluff. SO MUCH FLUFF.

warnings: none

author’s note: YIPPEEEEE FIRST ACE ATTORNEY FIC! ALSO I HAVEN’T POSTED A FIC IN SO LONG HIIIIII i hope that you all enjoy~

Phoenix laid down on the couch in Edgeworth’s office, looking at his navy-blue coat that snugly hung on the back of the heavy mahogany door. It was quite an eyesore relative to the rest of the room, which was covered in various shades of maroon.

He listened intently to the noises of pen on paper that came from the desk behind him. It was a Tuesday evening, and Miles was filling out paperwork for the trial that was scheduled for the upcoming Friday.

Wright knew this.

However, he still asked…

“What are you working on over there?”

Edgeworth rolled his eyes with a light groan before he placed his pen onto his nicely-polished desk, finally allowing Nick his full attention.

“Wright, this is the third time that you’ve asked me that question, and it’s going to be the third time that I’ve answered that question.” The man growled. “Does nothing get through your thick skull?”

Phoenix shifted his torso with a grunt, now laying on the sofa tummy-down and meeting Edgeworth’s disgruntled gaze.

The defense attorney rested his chin in his hand and grinned his signature, shit-eating grin, which only annoyed Edgeworth even more.

“Alright, don’t lie to me, Edgey.” He hummed, swaying his legs in the air rhythmically. “You didn’t really answer the first two times that I asked. You just shushed me or told me to leave. Very rudely, might I add.”

“Okay, well,” Edgeworth uttered after he took a deep breath. “Listen closely, because I am not answering any more of your brainless questions after this.”

Wright cupped his left ear with his hand to indicate that he was, indeed, listening.

“I am working on documentation for our upcoming trial — getting everything sorted.” Edgeworth said, grateful for the fact that no noise was coming out of Phoenix’s mouth. For once. “Shouldn’t you be doing the same thing? Why are you here bothering me when you could be doing something productive?”

“Well, since you asked oh-so nicely,” Wright purred, earning a huff from the silver-haired man, “I already got all of my paperwork finished, so I don’t have anything to worry about. Also, I like bothering you. You get worked up so easily — it’s fun to watch.”

Edgeworth, at this point, had had enough.

Not only was Phoenix Wright, his rival, invading his space and filling his mind with useless thoughts — now he was just humiliating him!

Not to mention, the warm blush that was building up in his cheeks as a result of Nick’s comment certainly wasn’t helping.

“Oh, it’s fun to watch, is it?” Miles scoffed, standing up from his desk. He shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders and haphazardly tossed it onto his chair.

Wright, satisfied with his pestering, flopped onto his back again and stared up at the ceiling. He crossed his arms over his head, each hand holding the opposite elbow. “Why, yes! Very much so.”

Before Nick knew it, Miles was standing next to the couch and then clumsily climbing onto his lap, straddling him. He used his left hand to grasp the defense attorney’s forearms and hold them firmly against the sofa.

Phoenix, after his initial surprise wore off, began squirming underneath Edgeworth’s weight with a goofy grin.

It was almost as if he knew what was coming.

“M—Miles!” The pointy-haired man stuttered, his eyes darting between the prosecutor’s free hand and his face, which was painted with a playful, happy smirk — an expression that Wright had never seen from Miles before.

Edgeworth was pretty much always frowning. To be honest, this was almost a nice change of pace. Almost.

“I’ll show you what’s fun to watch, Mr. Wright.”

This being said, he started teasingly wiggling his fingers in the air and hovering his hand over various areas of Wright’s torso, causing the man to let out a startled squeak.

“Quihit doing that!” He whined, kicking his feet petulantly against the rose-colored cushions.

“Aww, Phoenix…” Miles said, raising his eyebrows. “I haven’t even touched you yet. I wonder if you’re still just as ticklish as you were when we were kids… I think I may just have to test that out.”

That being said, Edgeworth began lightly clawing at Wright’s sides through the fabric of his collared shirt.

A shrill squeal rang through the spacious room. Phoenix instinctively sucked his tummy in to avoid the tingly sensations that danced across his skin.

“Edgewohohorth! I—I’m stihihihill just as tihihicklish as I was when we were kihihids! You don’t have to tehehest it! Reheheheheally!” The man babbled, his cheeks already covered in a blotchy, red flush.

Edgeworth shook his head with a scoff, unable to wipe his smile off of his face. “So endearing…” he thought.

“Hmmm,” Miles hummed teasingly. “Yeah, I don’t have to test it… you’re right about that. Your sensitivity is obvious.”

“…But I’m still going to tickle you to pieces.”

Phoenix barely had the time to pout before Edgeworth stealthily untucked his top and started poking sporadically at his bare ribs.

“Mihihihiles!” Nick howled, pushing his blushy face into his bicep in order to avoid his assailant’s teasing gaze.

He attempted to free his arms from Edgeworth’s hold, but the prosecutor was surprisingly strong. Instead, he did what seemed to be the next best thing — he breathlessly wriggled under the man’s weight in an attempt to dodge his pokes.

“What, Wright?” Edgeworth said, cocking his head innocently and ceasing his teasy touches for a moment. “This is what you get for bothering me! Maybe you’ll be a bit more mindful next time.”

“B—buhuhut it’s so fuhuhun to annohohoy youuuu! Yohou’re so cu—!”

Before Wright could finish his sentence and fluster Miles even more than he already had, the attacker shot his hand under Phoenix’s left arm and began moving his nimble fingers as quickly as they could go.

“EHEHEHEDGEWOHORTH!” the attorney shrieked, thrashing his torso back and forth in a feeble attempt to break free from the prosecutor. 

Miles’ face, at this point, could have been compared to that of a freshly-boiled lobster — bright red. This was possibly the reddest that he’d ever been, and he was eternally grateful that Wright was too out of sorts to notice. Hopefully.

“W—What is it, Nick?” Edgeworth said falteringly, trying hard to regain his composure after having thought about the fact that he was definitely noticeably flustered.

He switched his hand to the defense attorney’s right underarm and continued his attack, which earned him an adorably shrill yelp. 

“Can’t take it?” 

“NOHOHOHO! Plehehehehease have mehehehercy!” 

“Fine, fine.” Edgeworth said, admittedly quite bummed that his tickly onslaught had finished. He let go of Phoenix’s arms, which he immediately slammed down on either side of his torso as giggles continued to pour past his lips. 

Edgeworth rested his hands on Wright’s chest and looked down at the man laying under him, almost as if he was admiring the mess that he had made. 

Phoenix was quivering, and tears of mirth were being wiped from his deep blue eyes. 

Miles scoffed with a grin. “You’re still such a child, Wright.” 

Phoenix, after a few more moments, had mostly calmed down. However, his voice was still shaky and he was still unable to wipe his dorky smile off of his lips. 

He looked up at Miles, who turned his face away in faux nonchalance.

“M—Maybe that’s true, Edgey,” he said, as solidly as he could. “But you know what?” 

Edgeworth slowly turned his face back towards Wright’s, taking fistfuls of the spiky-haired defense attorney’s button-up shirt into his palms.

“...What?” 

Phoenix grinned.

“I think that you’re a bit of a child, too. I mean, after all these years, you remembered how ticklish I was — you even went out of your way to check and see if I still am,” he stated matter-of-factly. “This must have been taking up a lot of your mental real estate, huh, Miles? Thinking about how ticklish I am, I mean.”

Edgeworth’s eyes widened as he immediately turned away from Wright.

His face was beet-red, and his blush was quickly trailing down his neck. He silently swore at himself, irritated by the fact that he got flustered so easily.

“Seems like I got it right,” Phoenix purred, poking playfully at Edgeworth’s sides and taking note of how he flinched.

[only-lonely-stars]

Hair As Gold As Straw (Chapter 1 - Yearning for Freedom)

[Prologue] // [Chapter 1 of 9 - you are here!] // [Chapter 2 of 9] – (FFN) (AO3)

Part of the @ninjago-fairy-tale-au!

Summary:

Once upon a time, Princess Vania of Shintaro lived in an ivory castle in an ivory city. Her father, King Vangelis, kept her safe in her tower, where no one could hurt her and she could not hurt herself... until the day when she ran away. A Colania Snow White retelling.

Chapter summary:

Princess Vania, knowing only her gilded cage, begins to explore... and to dream of adventure.

Princess Vania of Shintaro lived in beautiful ignorance in her ivory kingdom. Servants and guards waited on her, and her people showered her with love. She was given accolades and taught all the lovely things of the world– literature, poetry, music, theater. She was educated in the highest manner, too, with great levels of mathematics and philosophy. She lived as all would dream to.

However, Vania found herself continuously restless. Despite all the opportunity availed to her, she found herself awash in boredom. Life had no meaning; she could not leave Shintaro, no matter how she wished. She was a princess, shut away– forced to live in beauty, yet hidden from all the smaller things in life. Even her people's gift of flight was denied to her, for fear that she might hurt herself. She only had access to her wings when she was allowed, and never freely.

Vania dreamed of freedom and of open skies, but most of all, of adventure. When she was a child, she asked her father if she would be allowed to leave Shintaro one day.

"My child," the king answered, "one day in the future, when it is possible to assure that you will always be safe no matter how far you go, you may explore to your heart's content, but not today. You are not old enough, yet."

Such was his continual answer: "someday when you are older, but not today."

-----

When Vania was seven years old, she snuck out of her bedroom late at night. It was the night before her eighth birthday, and she was unable to sleep. She took her dolls and toys into the throne room of the castle to play in the moonlight, pretending to be queen.

As she played, she did not see a dark-skinned creature approach her. It touched her shoulder, and she cried out in fear. When she turned, she saw it running away to behind a column, where she could not see it. After a minute, it peeked its head out, looking to see if the coast was clear. Vania was frozen.

After a few minutes, she approached the creature. "Hello?" The creature shied away, and she pressed, "who are you?"

It stepped out into view, showing off its short stature and purple skin. Its ears were pointy, like Vania's, but they were tilted back and already pierced. It wore simple, ragged clothing.

"I am Gleck."

"Hello, Gleck," Vania said. "I am Vania."

"Hello," it said. It fidgeted with a locket necklace that it wore.

"Are you okay?" Vania asked the creature, and it nodded. "Why are you here? Do you not have a home?"

The creature shook its head. "I have a home, but we are forbidden from coming up to the surface." It shied away again, like it wanted to run.

"To the surface? Do you live underground?" Vania asked it.

"Yes. You live on the surface?"

"Yes." Vania hugged her doll tightly to herself. "It's my birthday."

"What is a birthday?" Gleck asked.

"I was born today."

"You do not look like a baby."

Vania laughed. "No, I was born today, eight years ago."

Gleck paused. "I was also born eight years ago, but I don't know the day." He seemed to relax.

"You don't know your birthday?" He shook his head, and Vania frowned. "That sounds awful."

"We do not have 'birthdays,'" Gleck said.

"Do you want to share?" Vania asked. She held out her doll. "Today can be your birthday, too."

Gleck took the doll hesitantly. "Is it a good thing?"

"Yes!" Vania said. "It is good."

"...Okay." Gleck smiled. "Today can be my birthday, too."

Vania and Gleck played for a while that night, until the sun came peeking over the horizon. He disappeared from the Castle, and Vania did not see him for several days. When he next appeared, they played again, and for several years they made a habit of it. However, it did not last.

One fateful night, Gleck came to visit Vania in her room. However, not more than a few minutes later, her father's knock came at the door, and he entered and saw Gleck.

When King Vangelis saw the creature, he was full of rage. He cast the creature out of the castle, telling him never to return. Vania was likewise told never to speak to him again, if he ever came back. A new guard named Hailmar was posted at her door, and she was unable to ever leave at night again. She and Gleck were separated on that day, and she lost her closest friend forever. As the winter snows began to fall, loneliness was not far behind.

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Over the years, Vania's restrictions became ever tighter. She left the castle less and less, always being told that it was not safe outside Shintaro. Her father became distant, being wrapped up in work and obligations. The seasons turned, and even the pure white snow that fell on the city did not bring her comfort, like it had before.

One of the few shining lights in Vania's life was her personal guard, Hailmar. He was a young man, with ivory skin like all Shintarans (although less so than Vania) and rich brown hair that showed itself when he rarely took off his helmet. Hailmar made himself Vania's friend, and as she grew up, he took care of her needs and protected her. Many a time, he would play her games with her, and he would tell stories about the outside world.

Vania's favorite of Hailmar's stories was one he told her about the outside world: Ninjago. He spoke of an order of ancient knights, ninja, and samurai, trained in their respective arts. They were Ninjago's protectors for centuries, guarding the people from evils of all manners. Some of them rode dragons, or harnessed the powers of the elements, but all were honorable and lovers of peace. However, their order was lost a long time ago, and memory of them was slipping away as they became legend.

Vania adored hearing about the knights. When she would play with her dolls, she would pretend that they were these protectors, and she told and retold herself their stories. As she grew older, her dreams of them shifted from faraway protectors to adventurers, and she dreamed of going on one. She would meet a knight who would sweep her off her feet, and together they would ride a dragon to unknown worlds, full of adventure and danger.

-----

One day when she was sixteen, Vania asked her father again when she might be able to leave Shintaro and visit Ninjago. Unbeknownst to her, that day her father had flown into a terrible rage after receiving unfavorable news, and he assailed her with it, speaking terrible things. He shouted and lectured, telling her about how she was ungrateful for everything he provided for her. He sent her to her room, stationing Hailmar outside with the express orders not to let her leave for any reason until he came back.

Vania cried for hours in her room, unable to compose herself. Her father, never before treating her this way, had shocked her, and she was unable to cope.

After she regained her composure and reconstituted herself, it was evening. However, suppertime came and went, and she was left undisturbed. She asked Hailmar when supper might be, and he answered that he had orders not to let her out until her father came back. She went to bed hungry that night.

When morning came the next day, Vania was still undisturbed. The day passed with her remaining inside her bedroom. At some point, another person had come to her door, and she burst out hoping it was her father, but it was only Hailmar being relieved of duty by another guard, betraying her loneliness for his own needs. She excused herself back to her room, and it for many hours she waited for Hailmar to return, eventually falling asleep to fitful dreams.

Vania awoke in the middle of the night to being shaken. She saw Hailmar, standing above her with a bag.

"Your Highness, you must wake up!"

"Hailmar?" Vania asked. "It is the middle of the night. Has my father returned?"

"No," he said. "Your father has shut himself in his room for all but meals, saying you are unwell. He intends only to return when he receives news that you have begged for forgiveness, to teach you a lesson. You must leave."

Vania got up, filled with dread. "What? My father would not do that."

"He already is, Highness." Hailmar gave her the bag. "Dress yourself in your most practical clothes, and prepare yourself. You must leave the castle."

"Where will I go?" she asked. "I know nothing about Shintaro, or Ninjago for that matter!"

"You will find somewhere, I am sure. Be swift." Hailmar put the bag on her bed and left the room, taking the post in front of her door.

Vania dressed herself quickly, her mind racing. She looked in the bag to see some travel essentials; a knife, rope, a blanket, a torch, and food and water enough for several days. Once she was ready, she came out to see Hailmar.

"Am I to eat this food now?" she asked.

"No," he said. "We will take a detour through the kitchens, and then will go out through the gardens. There is a side door there, near the mines' grate."

After Vania had eaten her fill, he escorted her to the gardens. After saying farewell, Hailmar went back to take his position in front of her bedroom door. He would trick her father, telling him that she had run away in the night. Meanwhile, she would be safely away where he could not find her.

Vania looked between the door and the grate. Where would she go? She had met Gleck all those years ago, and although everyone told her that she had imagined him she knew that he was real. On the other hand, she could go into the city, and look for a compassionate family to keep her safe. She could also leave Shintaro for Ninjago, and see if she could find the knights the stories spoke of if they were real. However, nothing seemed as familiar as Gleck, and she had missed him sorely for years…

After a few minutes of deliberation, she stepped to the grate. It came off with a little bit of tugging, and once it gave way she snuck into the tunnels below the castle.

The tunnels were cold, seeping into Vania's bones. The darkness was immense, lit only by the torch she carried. Moisture dripped from the ceiling, and the rocks cast menacing shadows, but she continued on. Eventually, she came to a great cavern, lit by stalactites that were covered in bioluminscent moss. Ladders were leaning against them, and small purple creatures were scraping the moss into buckets. They chattered amongst themselves, until one of them spotted Vania and fell off his ladder. She gasped.

"Are you okay?"

The creature stared at her and pointed. "A Shintaran! They have invaded the caves!"

"No!" she protested. "I'm not here to hurt you!" She watched it get up. "I know what you are."

"You do, do you?" another asked. "You know of the Geckles? What kind of Shintaran are you?"

"I used to know one of you," she said. "His name was Gleck."

The creatures muttered amongst themselves, and one of them came up to her. "Who are you?"

"Prin- Vania. My name is Vania."

"Very well, Vania," it said. "I am Grendle. We will take you to the Geckle Parliament so you may state your business… unless you are one of the Munce?"

"What's a Munce?" Vania asked. The creatures began muttering again, but Grendle held up his hand.

"Silence!" He turned to Vania. "Very well. Come with us."

Vania followed Grendle and the other Geckles through the caverns. The air became colder and colder, and she shivered. Eventually, they came to a great pair of doors, which towered over all of them. Vania stared up at them, and she felt small, already regretting leaving home for this cold, unwelcoming world.

Grendle knocked on the doors. "A stranger has come into the caverns and must come before the Parliament!" he cried.

"Bring him in!" another voice called from inside.

The doors creaked open, and the other two Geckles took Vania's arms, pulling her inside. Once she entered, doors slammed shut behind them.

[thatmarvelobsessedteen]

Not planned...not at all

Cassian x reader

Azriel x OC! reader's cousin

Short Summary: Two girls, cousins, somehow find themselves inside a slightly modified version of their favorite book saga ACOTAR. What will happen to them, things have changed and not just their situation but themselves...are those pointy ears they now have?

Chapter 8

"We've no idea why we're even here in the first place. Hell we're supposed to be basic humans in a world completely different to this one with also only humans!"

Roxanne nods an exaggerated serious look on her face which has me struggling not to snort.

"But now we've got pointy ears and God knows what else, because I've yet to have the time to check why my back feels so numb and sore."

"You too?"

Roxanne telling me her back also felt weird had me in a weird mix of relief that I wasn't crazy and worry that Azriel had actually broken something inside us when throwing us around.

"So just to simplify, yes we know a lot cuz just yesterday you guys were just characters from a damned book saga we were addicted to as teens. Now what does this mean? It means, please don't kill us we can be useful and also we'd appreciate not being tortured for information that we'll likely let slip either way!"

I give my best innocent smile although it comes out looking very awkward and after a few endless minutes of staring at the three very tall illyrians and half whine at Roxy.

"See, you should've given the speech!"

She shook her head no.

"You always say I look angry and unapproachable with strangers you're the one that looks friendly."

"I'm also the one that looks anxious and feels anxious!"

We heard a loud sigh and saw a very frustrated Rhysand rubbing at his temples.

"The cauldron has done weirder things, neither of you seem to be lying so I'll take your word. But one wrong step and you're back in here and we'll be collecting information however I seen fit!"

Roxanne's words and mine echo as one and the same.

"Okey..."

We wouldn't be tempting our luck anytime soon that's for sure.

After another very awkward moment Rhysand turned around and walked out followed by his general and spymaster leaving the door open after themselves. It took me a moment to process but I quickly jogged right after.

"Oh. Oh we follow along? Alright...is there any chance we'll get to meet the other?"

I was rambling, out of nerves mostly so Roxanne lightly elbowed me. I wasn't speaking that loud but of course the damn fae hearing kicked in and Rhysand turned giving me an icy look that clearly meant shut up.

Bitting down on my tongue I purse my lips. Of course he'd keep the "High Lord of the night court" mask we might not be a threat but he barely knew who we were or were we came from. Did he even know our names? I didn't give mine, although I did call Roxanne Roxy.

Not feeling my nerves calm down anytime soon I just move to half hug Roxanne, wrapping my arms loosely around ger shoulders and resting my chin on her shoulders. At least this way not only was I calmer but I could keep Roxy safer.