☽ ☼  ☾ Part One  ☽ ☼  ☾

There was no signal from Commander Rhün as they approached the last few miles to the tower; there didn’t need to be.  The whole unit, which was comprised of fifteen bodies without including Rask, grew all at once silent.  Even Jonesy stopped cracking jokes, the only sound from him becoming the pad of his boots and the quiet rattle of his bones.  It was an eerie thing to Rask’s still-human psyche, marching alongside fifteen other bodies without hearing labored breath.  He was glad for the years of physical training that allowed him to walk all this distance without much strain, else he might be betrayed by his own body.

As if urged by the thought, Rask picked up his pace, surpassing the Commander who merely gave him a ghost of a nod as he went.

“Rask!” He turned at the hiss, seeing Jonesy waving vigorously.  “Good luck!  Kick their ass!”

Vassya clocked him on the skull with her staff, creating a hollow sound.  “Shush!”

“Aw, Heartblossom,” Jonesy whined, and Rask again couldn’t help his snort of amusement.  The Forsaken’s beaming skull grin was the last thing he caught before he turned away again, pulling on his hood and the mask he’d taken to wearing for missions such as these.  The mask reminded him of a horse or deer skull, stylized to a simple piece of silver with two black eye sockets which allowed him to see out, but barred anyone from seeing in.  It made him faceless, immune to sympathy or regret.

The sparsely wooded landscape narrowed abruptly to a crevice only a few bodies wide as the ground sloped sharply downward, the rocky mountain walls growing on either side.  Rask traversed the bottleneck as little more than a whisper in the crevice’s deep shadow; if there were any guards posted here, it would be his job to dispatch them.

He came across no other soul, however, and after a few minutes of walking the walls fell away without warning, the right side plummeting down a now sheer cliff face as the mountain continued upward on the left.  Ahead of him was little more than broken boulders, enterprising shrubs clinging here and there as the path tumbled downward toward the sea.  Rask’s eye followed it to the rocky jetty that thrust into the ocean, raised above the dark waters by some dozens of feet of sheer rock.  It was on the end of that rock spur their prize was built; a tall tower of grey stone, visible despite the clouds that choked the crescent moon above thanks to the dancing glow of the Worgen’s fires.

The environment lent more of a defense than Rask had realized until now, standing as he was some distance above it.  He pushed away a shiver that crawled up his spine at the sight, and at the smell of dense fur salted by the sea’s spray that carried on the blustering wind that plucked at his hair and garments.  He tried to ignore how much the wind scraping against the jagged peaks resembled a wolf’s howl, as well as the sudden fire of a phantom pain digging three vertical furrows in his back.

A gust of wind nearly made him lose his feet, bringing him abruptly to the present.  His instincts caught him as he braced himself, hugging the left wall so he could continue his journey down.  He focused on planting his feet more carefully, trying to steady his breaths as he felt the sweat on his spine turn cold in the wind.  He would be of no good to Vanthir, Thalyssara, or the rest if he got himself blown off a cliff.  Rhün’s voice echoed in his mind; she said it was of no consequence to us.  Under present circumstances, he supposed the Dark Lady had a point.

Finally, the path curved down around a boulder, solidifying as it did into soil and grass.  Rask pulled himself up the boulder instead of following the path, squatting behind a tree stump that clung to its edge.  Sure enough, two Worgen were posted behind the boulder, guarding a stack of crates and undoubtedly watching the mouth of the path for any unwelcome visitors.  He listened to their chatter as he made a last check of his gear, tightening the straps on his armor and boots and making sure the poison coating all his blades was still viable.

“Aye, sure, Sylvanas ‘s a twat,” one of the Worgen said with a snuffling snort, “But really, some shit tower out in th’ middle o’ nowhere ain’t what I was signed up fer when I shipped m’self ter the Broken Isles.”

“Oh, aye? An’ what’d you think you’d be doin’?” Another lilting voice answered, a little reedier than the other, as if it came from a narrower chest.  “Out on the fron’ lines with Khadgar an’ the rest, turnin’ demons inta pincushions?”

“As a matter o’ fact, tha’s precisely what I thought I’d be doin’,” the first voice answered indignantly.  Rask leaned himself around the side of the stump, hidden eyes on the outlines of the pair below.  The one speaking was broad of chest as his voice implied, and the shape of a bow protruded from his back.  He would be the first, Rask decided.  “The las’ Alliance ship we seen was a week ago.  Some feckin’ important supplies ‘ere, to be right sure.”

The second man snorted; he was leaner of frame as his voice implied, but his body reflected the dim light in brief flashes, showing that he was armored from snout to foot.  “Come off it, we all know this tower’s a giant ‘fuck you’ ter Sylvanas.  But you gotta admit, mate– ‘s a good gig.  No demons means no gettin’ yer soul sucked right out yer hindquarters an’ fed ter some soul machinery.”

“Good gig, me arse!” The archer protested.  “I’m like ta freeze m’ ears off, with this damnable wind and sea.  In fact, I think I’m comin’ down with a cold!”  He snuffled again, “I could be dyin’ some noble death fighin’ demons, an’ instead, watch– I’m like ter die from a Lightdamned cold!”

“Ain’t the sea’s fault y’dress like a moron,” the warrior quipped– and Rask felt amusement stir in his breast, the same sort of amusement Jonesy-bonesy usually managed to rouse from him.  He blinked, a frown furrowing his brow as he watched the two continue to bicker for a few dragging seconds.  His job would be much easier with them out of the way; past the mouth of the path was the edge of the jetty where he could continue, unseen, to the tower.  Not to mention, his companions that were surely clattering their way down the crevice above would have an easier time without being ambushed by these two.

The bigger Worgen guffawed below him, slapping his grinning companion on the shoulder.  Rask saw the opportunity, and dropped like a stone from the edge of the boulder.  It was his fist that connected with the base of the archer’s neck as he landed, and the Worgen dropped like a pile of rocks.  The armored lad barely got out a yelp before Rask brained him with the pommel of his dagger, grimacing at the resounding clang.

He stared down at the two, and wondered what Rhün would report when the unit found the Worgen unconscious but not dead.  He wondered if they would even notice– and the thought of what his Forsaken friends would do if they did compelled Rask to drag the two bodies behind the pile of crates they’d been guarding, hiding them securely from sight.  No sooner was the job done than he was darting toward the edge of the jetty, darkness and magic helping conceal him as he all but fled from the two breathing bodies that had cost him more than he’d expected.

☽ ☼  ☾ To be continued! ☽ ☼  ☾

Normalize disabled voices

Echolalia, monotone voices, stuttered speech, slurred speech, labored breathing between words and sentences, mechanical AAC voices,  AAC or sign users who consider those to be their voices, selectively mute voices, disorganized speech, speech with vocal tics, speech considered to be of “inappropriate volume”, speech with vocal stims, all disabled voices and the ways they present

Normalize disabled voices

I want Keith to notice something’s up with Lance. I want him to notice how Lance’s eyes don’t light up nearly as bright anymore as they did before, how his smiles seem strained and fake, like he’s putting up a mask for everyone else’s benefit.

I want Keith to find Lance one late night back in the control room looking at the map of stars and somewhere in there is earth.

I want them to talk and eventually Lance starts pouring out his insecurities.

And all the while Keith is just looking at him confused and he interrupts Lance and starts spilling out about how great Lance is, and how he really is the team’s sharpshooter and pretty much the heart of their team and if it wasn’t for him none of them would be where they are now with Voltron and a family and just…everything.

And he doesn’t realize he’s gone off on a tangent until he stops and his breathing is labored and he realizes it’s gone quiet and the overdue anxiety comes back tenfold as he realizes Lance is silent.

He chances a look up to see Lance with eyes shining and watery and he could’ve sworn he saw a blush across his cheeks too but he’s not given a second glance before he turns away, face burning, hoping what he just said didn’t ruin whatever tentative friendship they had before.

And he’s pretty sure his face is burning when he feels soft lips press against his cheek and hear a small thank you and Lance is leaving the room quickly with his shoulders hunched and fists clenched in embarrassment. And Keith is just sitting there definitely sure his face is the same color as his lion but he holds up fingers to press against the spot where Lance kissed and before he knows it he’s up and running to catch up with Lance.


Just a thought….

Harry comes home and he’s visibly upset. About what, you’re not sure. He doesn’t say much. Barely says two words to you. No “hello” kiss. No tight hug where he buries his nose in your hair. Not one question asking about your day. When he walks past you with a grunt and not so much as a head nod, you know better than to confront him about it.

“M'goin’ to the loo. Need a shower.” Is all he says before you the sound of his boots echoing up the stairs. You debate whether or not to follow him until a few minutes later when you hear the water turn on.

You’ve been waiting on him for far longer than usual and it worries you.
When you walk upstairs and open the door, he’s standing with his head bowed down while the hot water beats down on him. His strong hands braced against the wall in front of him. Shoulders rising and falling quickly from his labored breathing. His head turns slightly toward you, he must have felt the chill from open door, but he doesn’t say a word or make a move to invite you in, but he doesn’t seem to want you to leave, either.

He looks lost and tired. Too tired to ask for what he might want or need from you. So you do the only thing you know how. Shutting the door behind you, you rid yourself of your clothes and you step in behind him. He doesn’t acknowledge you or move from his spot until he feels your arms circle around his middle and your cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. That’s when you feel his hands cradle yours and slide up your arms to pull you around to face him.

He knows you won’t push him to talk, so he takes what he really needs from you, himself. It’s that complete, all encompassing embrace. The one Where he can FEEL you squeezing him so he knows you’re really there. That’s all he’s wanted on nights when he’s been on tour for weeks and you’ve not been there after a hard day. One of those days when he needed the solace of your arms and your words and the only touch that could ease his mind. One of those days when a Skype session just won’t cut it.

He needs to FEEL you. Have your hands clinging to his back. Your lips pressing over and over into his chest until you can feel his heartbeat slow down and his breathing even out. His arms lift from his sides and wrap around your shoulders, holding you closer than maybe he ever has. But still you don’t push, you just nuzzle in closer because you love him and you hurt when he hurts.

When you finally feel his body relax under your fingertips and you hear a deep exhale from his lungs, you know he’s back. His lips leave a trail from your forehead to your temple and onto your cheek. When you lift your head to gaze at him, it’s then that he opens his mouth. You think he might be about to tell you what’s wrong, but…. “I love you.” is all that comes out. He could tell you what had been bothering him, but by then, he knows you’ve already fixed it.

Testing Theories - Smut

Originally posted by wydobrien

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 1,067
AN: Sorry I’ve been MIA, I got sick last week at a show and I haven’t felt great since. It’s your typical stuffy nose, coughing, sneezing cold but it’s kicking my ass. I’m sorry this is short, I just needed a little Stiles PWP. Also, the above GIF makes me want to straddle him and push his shirt up and rub his back cause fuck man, he looks so tense I hate it.

Special thanks to @writing-obrien as usual and also to @sarcasticallystilinski​! She read this for me when I was afraid it didn’t make sense cause my brain was all fuzzy. xoxo

There was this small moment in the mornings, right before Stiles would wake up, that was your favorite. He looked so innocent and boyish while he slept, his face peaceful, without the usual worry lines creasing his forehead. You liked to watch him snore quietly, his mouth partially opened, face dusted with moles and slight stubble. He was a beautiful looking guy, and you knew you were lucky to call him yours.

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Imagine: Dirty talk with Sam.

Sam x Reader

Warning: Smut, Masturbation, Dirty Talk

Hand to the short curly haired man upstairs, this hadn’t been planned. It started with a bit of fun, a small prank. Although now, at this new point in time, you couldn’t remember what possessed you to think of this, you had changed your name in Sam’s phone. It was suppose to be a minor inconvenience. One you could laugh off later. Instead of “Y/n” your name read “Destiny”. The joke was a lot funnier at two in the morning as you were rushing to think of something while Sam was in the bathroom. You returned to you separate motel room next door before he was done.

That’s where the real fun started.

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Here are my Belle/Adam NSFW headcanons that literally no one asked for

Because we all know the only road I walk is the one of Sin™

• Belle may have laughed when Adam growled during their dance, but inside a shot of arousal surged through her body that left a heavy and needy ache between her legs. The ache only worsened when Adam brushed his lips against the shell of her ear after their dance ended, his warm sweet breath ghosting across her neck as he whispered, “now, would you prefer scruff or something longer?”

• Turns out Belle prefers scruff, and the way it scratches against the soft skin of her inner thighs while Adam goes down on her. She also relishes the way it burns when her thighs rub together as she walks, a gentle smile quirking her lips up in a quiet, indecent secrecy. And Adam knows that smile, adores that smile, returning it with a wink and– if Belle is close enough– a low, suggestive rumble in his throat that awakens a beautiful shade of pink on her cheeks.

• Until their wedding night, their sexual endeavors never exceeded third base. So when the time comes and Adam can finally HAVE Belle, he makes the sweetest, most passionate love to her; all languid thrusts, soft whispers, deep breathing, quivering lips, and trembling limbs.

• The second time Adam takes Belle that night results in torn pillows, dark purple bruises, and indentations in the wall from its repetitive collision with the headboard.

• And speaking of the headboard, there were definitely deep scratch marks engrained in the wood from their ardent lovemaking. When Belle notices them the morning after, she never lets Adam live it down, and later that week she has to bite her lip to keep from laughing when Adam sheepishly informs the staff that the headboard needs to be replaced.

• Teasing aside, Belle loves Adam’s animalistic nature in bed more than she’d like to admit. She revels in the feel of his teeth teasing and nibbling when he trails his mouth along her collarbone, marking her– claiming her– with deep red love bites. She adores the way he buries his face in her neck when he fucks her, the way his hot breath dampens the skin of her throat with his labored breathing. She takes delight in his wild eyes, with blown pupils and filled with something so unabashed, raking over her body and glimmering with indecency. But nothing gets to her more than those low, guttural sounds Adam makes when he’s aroused, almost always involuntary and instinctive, like when Belle bites his lip or when her tongue laps over the smooth head of his cock. Her absolute favorite is when he growls deep in his throat while he’s eating her out, the sound rippling up from her center and hardening her nipples, arching her back, and making her head thrash against the pillow.

• Adam likes to play a game where he mouths at Belle’s neck, dances his fingers softly over her wrists, and murmurs suggestive words in her ear to see how long it takes for him to get her turned on enough to abandon whatever book she’s reading and give in to his sexual efforts. One time he got so far as to literally being inside of her until her book finally fell to the floor and she let Adam take her on the library table.

• They literally have sex all over the castle, and as much as the staff wants to complain, they can’t bring themselves to since they know Adam was basically celibate for over a decade. A lot of pent up desire, y'know? So nothing can really stop him when he bends Belle over the dinner table after watching her lick sauce off her finger, his owns fingers cushioned between her soft lips as he takes her so hard that dishes clatter to the floor.

• Also, he literally died for a brief moment in time. So who can blame the man for completely ravishing his wife at every moment he can when he thought he lost her forever?

• A concept: THRONE SEX!!!!!!!!!!!

• Belle straddling Adam in his royal chair and riding him into oblivion, their sounds of pleasure echoing off the walls of the large room. Bonus points if Adam is wearing some sort of coronet.

The Long Game - Derek Hale Imagine

Requested by @derangedangelImagine request :) Reader is the same age as Scott & the others but has a crush on Derek & is always flirting with him but Derek doesn’t reciprocate those feelings because of the age difference. But reader is in it for the “long game.” Like a GMW Maya & Josh situation. A few years later reader comes back & Derek likes her back. Thanks :D

Word Count: 4,502

Warning: Derek being abused and injured. 

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by agsztrashbouquet

Y/N couldn’t keep her lips from forming into a smirk as she saw Derek’s picture appear on her phone. She had just moved back to Beacon Hills earlier today into her new apartment. She had spent most of the day unpacking her boxes, and was already in bed watching a movie on her laptop. She quickly swiped her thumb across the phone and answered. “Hello, stranger. It’s after midnight. No guy ever calls a girl after midnight except for one-" 

"Y/N…” Derek interrupted followed by a loud growl. Y/N could hear Derek’s heartbeat going crazy and his labored breathing. What caught her attention was hearing another heartbeat. “I need you." 

His voice was filled with worry, which caused Y/N to sit up straight in her bed alarmed. "Derek, where are you?”

“I don’t know…” he whispered unexpectedly. He no longer sounded like he was in pain or fighting against someone. He now sounded weak and hurt.

“Derek, I need you to talk to me. What do you see?” She asked as she quickly got out of bed to get dressed.

“I can’t… see anything…” he mumbled. She rushed as she heard his heartbeat getting weaker by the second.

She swallowed hard as she closed her eyes, letting a tear fall down her cheek. She was absolutely terrified for him. “Derek… I’m going to come and get you, okay? But I need to call Stiles to help me. Can you answer the phone if I call you back?”

“My phone… is going to die…”

“Fuck!” She whispered to herself. She put on her shoes as an idea crossed her mind. “After you hang up with me, turn off your phone and save the battery for about 10 minutes. That’ll be about the time it will take me to get to Stiles’ office at the police station. I’ll call you back but you have to answer, okay?”

“O… kay…” he mumbled weakly.

“Derek?” Her voice trembled. He hummed a small ‘yes’. “Please answer the phone." 

"I promise,” he said before he hung up and turned off his phone like he was told to do. 

Y/N grabbed her keys before rushing to her car. Her fingers trembled as she dialed Stiles’ number. For some strange reason a flashback flooded her mind to the first time she went to Stiles for help with Derek.

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“More Than Roommates”

Request: I saw you asked for prompts. This one is pretty smutty. Can you do one where Sebastian and the reader are roommates and she comes home and catches him jerking off, which leads to more. Or if not Sebastian, then one of his characters. Thank you love your writing!

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader

Warnings: GRAPHIC SMUT, sub and dom relationship, little bit of fluff

Word Count: 2067

A/N: gimme a lance anon. i need it. i wrote this at school at someone stopped to read it and it was at the dirtiest part. 

Originally posted by blurredmelancholy

Lance Tucker was a pain to live with. He left dirty boxers on the floor and had no idea how to wash a dish. And not to mention the plethora of women he had exiting his room each night. He was your classic athlete. He could get all the girls and would never have to spend a night alone. Why you were living with him, you had no idea. He had been your best friend since you had moved to that small little town when you were six. You were there for him at every trial and you cheered his name as he won the gold and silver medals at the Olympics.

He didn’t know that you had a huge crush on him. You would never tell him. He wasn’t the type of man to do relationships. It hurt that you had to hear him fuck a different whore every night. None of the women he ever brought back were classy. In all honesty, they disgusted you. They sounded like pornstars or strangled ducks, but you still stayed with Lance. You would rather have him as a friend than nothing at all.

You were not looking forward to the sleepless night ahead. Work had been kicking your ass and today your boss yelled at you for no reason. You didn’t even get to drink your coffee, which was the most tragic thing of all. You slowly trudged your way up the steps to your shared home. In no way were you ready for the night. All you wanted to do was pamper yourself, but Lance’s fuck of the night would probably ruin that for you.

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#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 15)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,149

‘#DateMeBuckyBarnes’ Masterlist

A/N: Shoutout to @lovellylittlelonely for reading this over and sending words of encouragement :) I really need to try to cut down the length of these chapters, my gosh. 

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

You entered the apartment building a little after seven in the evening. Due to Daisy’s insistence, you had dinner with her and Jemma after work to discuss the upcoming projects at the company. Discussion about your ‘blossoming’ relationship with Bucky came up as well which didn’t surprise you. In almost every conversation you had with your friends, he always came up. 

Over two months have passed since Bucky’s impromptu road trip to the seaside occurred, and your relationship with him changed after that moment. Bucky became a big part of your life and everyone noticed. Aside from your friends, the celebrity news and social media sites kept talking about what went on between you and Bucky. Unsurprisingly, the attention didn’t faze him at all, but he hated the fact that everyone pried into your life.

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The Healer

Request: Could you write a Reader x Paul Lahote where the reader finds an injured wolf (who is Paul stuck in wolf form because he is too injured to shift back) and she takes care of him? Maybe like Paul realises she’s his imprint and is nervous about how she’ll react when he shifts back and she finds out what he is and that she’s his mate? Thanks xo

Warnings: Slight angst 

Pairing: Paul Lahote x reader

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Logan and William in Westworld 1x05 “Contrapasso”

for @asweetdeception

A small smile on that lipless mouth. “Feyre Archeron.” A labored breath. “I told you - to stay with the High Lord. And you did.”
Its warning to me that first time we’d met. “You - you meant Rhys.” All this time. All this time-
“Stay with him… and live to see everything righted.”
“Yes. I did - and it was.”
“No - not yet. Stay with him.”

Originally posted by bruciare-al-suolo

Things We Don’t Mean

Originally posted by ageofimagines

Originally posted by alexnarcissist

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Reader is Tony’s sister but Avengers have no idea and one day while Tony took Pepper to Paris for a weekend, the reader was on the mission and got hurt. She’s in love with Steve but he was mat at her for taking a stupid risk and says something that Peggy wouldn’t do this and the reader realises that Steve would never love her (but he;s in love with her too) so she doesn’t want to see anyone and doesn’t want to scary her brother, but the next day FRIDAY calls Tony and he and Steve have argument

A/N: Ahhhhh sorry I’m so terrible at writing consistently.  I just finished with school for the year though, so that should free up sometime.  I’m actually at the airport right now, heading overseas, so I don’t know what type of wifi access I’ll have or what type of time I’ll be able to use to write, but I will definitely write more when I get back (famous last words).  Depending on how productive I can be in these next few hours of my layover, I might be able to queue up some fics for upcoming weeks…?  Anyway, hope y’all like this one.

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain@mattymattymerduck@writingbarnes@kissofvenom922@b-orderline@shamvictoria11@callingmrsbarnes@barnes-and-noble-girl@coley0823 @redstarstan @badassbaker @phoebe-21-99@marvelgoateecollection @palaiasaurus64 @melconnor2007


The bullet wound doesn’t hurt.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  When you shift or when you try to breathe or when you’re sitting still, the pain shoots through your chest like splinters of glass.

What hurts more is the pointed silence that hangs in the air between you and Steve.

The captain in question is perched gingerly on the chair next to your stretcher, staring straight ahead.  His eyes, normally a soft blue, are hard and flinty.  His jaw is locked, his body radiating tension.

Natasha walks into the med bay, her eyes softening when she sees you.  She walks over, gingerly peeling back the layers of bandages to replace them.

“You’re losing a lot of blood,” she says quietly.

“I’ll be fine,” you reply.  “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.  How much longer?”

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The Girl Made of Starlight

Originally posted by singingangel-p86

The Girl Made of Starlight

Beast!Adam x Reader

Prompt: What do you think of an imagine where the reader is Adam’s favorite character in a book, who he asks to see in the mirror at least once a day, slowly falling in love with her?

Note: Aaaaaaaah! <3 C U T E

Edit: I think I’m going to make this into a series? Someone please give me feedback? Thanks!

“It’s getting late, my little prince.” The kind queen chided her son as he sat upright in the bed. “I’m afraid it’s time for you to sleep now.”

“One more story! Please!” The young boy begged eagerly. After thinking for a long moment, the queen met the prince’s gaze. His eyes were sweet and blue, full on innocence. She sighed.

“All right, one more. And then, you must sleep. You have a big day ahead, you know.” Her smile was soft as she searched the small shelf in Adam’s room. What was there here that she hadn’t read to him yet? And then she found it.

It was an old book. One she hadn’t laid eyes on since she was at least a teenager. It had been a favorite of hers. The Girl Made of Starlight.

“Here’s one.” The queen sat down in the chair beside Adam’s bed. “I haven’t seen this book in a very long time.”

“Where was it?”

“Hiding, I suppose. Waiting for the right moment to make itself known. But nevertheless, the sooner we finish, the sooner you’ll be asleep.” She took a breath and opened the front cover. “Once, in the Kingdom of the Sun, there was a girl. To everyone around her, she appeared ordinary, boring and quaint. And as she grew up surrounded people who thought of her as nothing but standard, she began to believe that ordinary was all she ever was, all she could ever be. But that was not the case.”

“What was she?” Adam practically bounced with enthusiasm.

“Eager tonight, are we?” the queen smiled. “(Y/N) was truly more than just the daughter of the miller. She was a child of the stars.”


After reading a large portion of the book, the queen decided that it was getting far too late for her little prince to be awake given the events waiting for him the following day. So, despite his many, many protests, the queen placed a bookmark in her treasured favorite and put it on the shelf for another night.

But the queen never got to finish her story.

She soon fell to illness and became too sick to read. Soon after, she was gone. And as the kingdom grieved, the king became twisted. Her death was the end of him. And so was it the end of the Adam that was hopeful, the Adam that was kind.

Years later, when Adam had reached adulthood, came the curse that twisted him into an enormous, fearsome beast. The story of the star girl was long-forgotten. Adam spent years in isolation, wallowing in his misery. His selfishness had done this, his vanity. He had taken so much pride in his looks, in the beauty of the things he owned, and now that it was gone, he felt as though he had nothing.

As time passed, Adam ventured from his West Wing more and more. He didn’t want to gaze upon the cursed rose any more than he had to. It was only a reminder of his mistakes, of the grim deadline that hung over his head. The library became a refuge, a place where he could escape. The book the Enchantress had given him sat idle on his shelf, and instead, he found a home in literature. As he searched the shelf, something fell and hit the floor with a soft thud. He looked down, and there it was: The Girl Made of Starlight.

Adam slowly bent down and picked up the book with his massive paws. He brushed off the cover, and his blue eyes widened. Thoughts of his mother came rushing back to the surface. He was tempted to put the book back, to forget he had ever found it, but instead, he carried it over to the couch and began to read it.

Inside the pages of the book waited the story of (Y/N), the miller’s daughter, who was just about to discover she was not as normal as she had been raised to believe.

~Losing her mother had changed (Y/N). Every day, the glimmering star that hung around her neck only served as a reminder of the magnificent woman that had left her daughter behind. Her mother’s words were ingrained in her mind. With her last dying breaths, she had put the necklace around (Y/N)’s neck.

“Remember that there is light in everybody.” Her lips pulled into a frail smile as her husband and daughter sat beside her in tears. “And there is light in you. You don’t know it yet, but you will. No matter where you go, no matter how far you travel, I will always be with you.”

Iridessa squeezed (Y/N)’s hand as the life in her began to fade.

“You are a child of the stars. A beautiful girl with more power than you know.” She pressed a finger to the center of her chest and whispered a final goodbye as the life left her eyes. “I believe in you.”~

Adam took a deep breath and adjusted himself on the soft couch that sat beside the hearth. He had a feeling he would be there for a while.


Over the course of the week Adam had read the book at least twice a day, only taking brief breaks for meals and sleep. He was a man obsessed. He didn’t know why, but of all of the books in the library, this one had captured his attention better than anything he had ever read.

After finishing it for the tenth time, a strange idea occurred to him as he brushed past the enchanted rose that had doomed him to this fate, the wretched timer, an eternal reminder that his day was coming. Then, he would be stuck like this forever. Beside the rose sat the Enchantress’ mirror. The moment his eyes settled on it, he reached out for it.

He took a deep breath. This was stupid. This was a dumb idea. It would never work.

But what if?

“Show me…show me the girl made of starlight.”  

The surface of the mirror rippled, and then there she was, just as the book had described. Her hair had flooded with white, and her silver eyes shone like stars. Her cloak of the sky was wrapped around her shoulders, and the necklace her mother had given her hung around her neck.

She was running. From what, he didn’t know, but at the sight of her, after watching her and realizing she was real…or at least, she was real somewhere, he almost dropped the mirror. He took a long, labored breath. She was real. She was actually real. And she needed help.


Days passed. Adam tried not to watch her too often, but it was hard not to. She was real. She existed, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was someone or something after her. She always seemed to be rushed. She had quick meals in little taverns, and took cautious sleeps at haphazard inns. She carried very little and showed her face to very few, most often keeping hidden in her large cloak of the sky.

With her, she kept very few things. Aside from her cloak and necklace, all she had with her was a map, a worn leather book of stories, and a pouch of coins. There was something about the book with her. Adam knew it was important to her, but he didn’t know why.

Perhaps it was why someone was chasing her.

Again, I kind of want to do a series on this, so feedback would be awesome. I love you guys <3 

One Condition(m)

Summary: You and Jimin have a perfectly-normal-good sex life, so you can’t really understand his need to explore further….whatever, two can play at that game. Looks like there won’t be much sleeping going on tonight.

Genre: A lil fluff/ lotta smut/ and hopefully I can make u giggle

Word count: 3,038

Warnings: Face sitting/ Breathplay (~light~Choking)…sorry mom

A/n: This is the FIRST EVER fic I felt comfortable releasing! I’m so super excited to share this w/ you guys and I hope u enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed making it:’’) . ps. this one for my chubby hoes or for my cuties w a lil more meat on ur thighs. jimin luvs u n so do i 💖💖💖

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A/N : I am currently only writing for one group at a time, but if you’d like to see the got7 version, please let me know! (In my inbox say something like “got7 version of you giving them a show” so I know what you’re talking about because I’m very forgetful) 

Namjoon: He sat rigid in his chair, watching you strip slowly. You could tell his breathing was labored and he was trying to hold back. You stripped slower, teasing him, wanting him to crack. He finally did, standing up suddenly and ripping your underwear right off of you.

“Namjoon! That was my favorite pair…”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have teased me then Y/N.”

but he does feel bad and will buy you a new pair, his face beet red as he’s giving them to you which he tries to hide with a smirk…

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

Seokjin: It was something new the two of you were trying… You felt a little nervous about masterbating in front of Jin, however you soon got into it when you heard him moan and shift in his chair. You let out the sounds you were holding in as you teased yourself until Jin had had enough and decided to help you out.

“On the bed. Now.”

Originally posted by fawnave

Yoongi: Stripping for Yoongi was nothing new, however this time you’d decided to try something different. You handcuffed him to the bed before stepping back slowly and beginning to undress, drawing out your actions. You could see him becoming more frustrated. He groaned loudly before finally talking, his eyes darker than normal with lust.

“Stop teasing Y/N.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Hoseok: When he opened up the text message from you he definitely wasn’t expecting to see a video of you stripping until you were half naked. Great. Now he was hard during movie night with the others. 

He slipped away from the group and locked himself in the bathroom, begging you to video call him so that he could watch the rest of your little “show” live.

“Show me more baby.”

Originally posted by osyub

Taehyung: When he’d asked you to strip for him he hadn’t really thought that you’d do it… He was pleasantly surprised as you stripped slowly, sitting on his lap and grinding on him as you slipped your top off before standing up to finish stripping. Taehyung’s mouth was open the entire time in awe, his breath constantly catching in his throat.

“You’re beautiful, did you know that?”

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jimin: The classic “walk-in while you had been pleasuring yourself”. Instead of stopping, you’d felt comfortable enough to continue, letting Jimin know that you had been thinking of him while pleasuring yourself. The bewildered and embarrassed look on his face was replaced with one of love and lust. 

“Tell me just how good I make you feel Y/N,” he said, sitting down to watch your little show.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Jungkook: When you offered to strip for him, he blushed a deep red color and nodded his head a little too vigorously. He couldn’t help but be excited for your little show. The idea of not being able to touch you while you did everything to tempt him was exhilarating. His breathing became labored as your show progressed and his pants became uncomfortably tight.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take Y/N…”

Originally posted by nnochu

anonymous asked:

Could you do 11 for Steve x Diana? 🙏💜

19. post-coital cuddle — another modern AU/steve-is-reincarnated-AU/who knows

Steve flops back against the bed: lips parted, eyes closed, bare chest heaving with short, labored breaths. The fingers of his left hand are still tangled tight in her formerly crisp sheets, and she lays her hand over them to ease the tension from his knuckles.

“Nnngg,” Steve mutters. If it’s meant to be a word, it’s in a language Diana does not recognize.


He cracks an eye open to look up at her. 

“Are you alright?” she asks.

Most men, in her experience, do not appreciate being asked this question in this particular moment: just after sex, still naked and exposed. Men demand pleasure in unreasonable quantities, yet scoff at the suggestion that they might not be able to handle their own exaggerated expectations.

But Steve is not most men. She learned that long ago.

He chuckles, lifting his free hand to curve it around her cheek. “Never better, Diana. Seriously. I just…I might need to sleep for a few hours. Possibly days.”

He tilts his chin forward, asking for a kiss he has no energy to lift his head for, and affection courses through her so hot and fast, she has to bite back the urge to swoop down and press him into the mattress. Instead she leans down carefully, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face as she softly kisses his lips, his cheek, his jaw. Then she extracts her legs from around his waist, rolling to lay beside him, hand splayed across the broad, firm stretch of his chest.

“So,” says Steve, after a beat. “About that museum event tonight.”

“You don’t want to go?” Diana guesses.

“Uh. It’s not—I mean, I want to go. I just—”

“You’re too tired.”

His nose scrunches as he tilts his head to look at her, more amused than affronted. “Ouch. I mean…not inaccurate, but still. Ouch.”

“You’ve been away all week, of course you’re tired.”

He grins, waggling his eyebrows.

“Yeah, it’s the being away bit that’s really getting to me right now.”

She ducks her head, smiling into the skin of his shoulder. “Stay home tonight.”

Steve’s palm skims along the line of her arm. “Do you have to go?”

“I do.”

“Then I’m going too.”


“Nope, I’m going too. I just uh…” He yawns, his words blurry with near-sleep. “How much time do I have to nap?”

“About an hour. I’ll wake you, if you like.”

“I like very much,” says Steve, closing his eyes. “First we—well, no. First I sleep, then we mingle, and then we both sleep. That’s the plan.”

She brushes a stray piece of hair off his forehead. “I’m looking forward to it.”

Too Much [m]

Genre: Smut/Fluff ⚠️ (slight dom!Yoongi, unprotected sex) 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2239 

Summary: Laundry sucks. Sex doesn’t suck.

A/N: So I discovered my extreme thirst for Yoongi while writing this… ALSO, USE PROTECTION KIDS This is the fifth installment of my Spring Day Drabbles series! Check out my other ones thru the link at the end of this one 😇

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