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Blind Beauty [Matt Murdock x Reader]

Requested by anon: “How about the reader sees Matt [Murdock] without glasses for the first time (maybe he is telling them about his abilities?). Bonus: the reader says something about how pretty his eyes are (Charlie Cox’s eyes slay me they are so pretty.)“

A/N: I love Charlie Cox as Matt Murdock he’s perfect! Hope you love this <3


To say you were nervous was an understatement, even this being your fourth date with Matt it was still nerve wracking. He’s so handsome and you can’t help but feel so bleh sometimes.

“Why are you nervous?” he asked, sitting across from you. Snapping your head up to meet his shaded eyes. “How do you do that?” you laughed, he only smiled and shrugged. “Attorney’s intuition?” offering up an answer.

“Eh I don’t buy it” Chuckling as he reached across the table, signaling he wanted your hand. You complied meeting him halfway. “You’re beautiful” running his thumb over your knuckles.

“How can you know that?” A bashful smile gracing your face. It’s like he could sense that you were feeling insecure.

“I don’t need to see you to know you’re gorgeous” Feeling a feint blush spread to your cheeks. “How do you tell then?”

“The sound of your voice, the way your hand feels in mine. There are little tells that I can pick up on that allow me to form a mental image of you” His hand squeezed yours gently. “You’re sweet” smiling at him. “I have my moments”

After eating and talking about random things you both stood to head out. Him taking your arm with one hand and his cane in the other, leading him out of the restaurant.

You both laughed while walking the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, not a worry coming from either of you. Matt is really something else, so kind and caring. Even after everything he’s lost, his sight, his father. Everything and he’s still so amazing. How’d you get so lucky to have a guy like him?

“Yeah but we’re seriously discussing making t-shirts, ‘Nelson and Murdock Avocados at Law’“ he joked making you giggle beside him. “I’d wear it”

You both laughed before noticing three guys smoking outside a building. “Hey sweetheart” one of them eyed you as you walked by. You just ignored them, “Who was that?” Matt asked leaning toward you, even though he could hear the three heartbeats.

“Just some low lives” you whispered passing by them. He nodded in understanding. “Not worth an argument?” he chuckled making you laugh. “No, not really”

“We’re not worth your time huh?” They quickly cut you both off, making you tug Matt back some. “Look fellas we don’t want any trouble” Matt rested his hand on his cane.

“Well we’re looking for some trouble, teach you both some respect.” the man in the center growled, before his two buddies grabbed you and the middle one pushed Matt into an alley.

“MATT!” You yelled lurching forward but pulled back by the thugs. “Hey hold on their sweet cheeks we’ve got plans for you too” their hands roaming your body as they held you back. “Let me go!” Screaming and trying to get away.

You saw one of the thugs kick Matt to the ribs. “Leave him alone!” only leading the guy to punch him. You watched as Matt spit out some blood before adjusting his glasses and standing up.

Shocked to see him land a precise right hook to the mans jaw. Knocking him out. The other two dropped you before running at him. He swiftly dodged nearly every punch, getting clipped only once or twice. One of them he took out by throwing him against the wall and the other he pushed himself off the wall gaining more momentum in his punch to knock the man out.

He was panting heavily before coming toward you. Still in shock you only stared at him before his knees gave out. You caught him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. Helping him to his nearby apartment.

Getting him inside you sat him down on his couch before running into his bathroom. Finding a first aid kit, warm water, and some washcloths. Returning to the couch he stayed silent. 

You took the warm washcloth and began to clean up the cuts on his face, starting with his busted lip. Pulling away to re-wet the cloth he spoke up, “[F/n] I’m sorry” You stopped in your movements, looking up at him. “I should’ve been more honest with you.”

“How did you do all of that?” asking as you returned to wringing out the cloth.

“I may not have my sight but all of my other senses are inhumanly heightened.” he answered. You hummed signalling you understood slightly, “Are you..?” trailing off, but picking up the unspoken though “The devil of hell’s kitchen? Daredevil?” Gently dabbing the rag to his scraped cheek.

He was silent for a moment. “I am”

A silence hung in the air between the both of you. He wasn’t sure what to expect from you, until he felt your hands on his glasses. He allowed you to remove the lenses, hearing your heart speed up. Probably looking at his eyes. “Your eyes they’re…. amazing” a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

But it turned to a somber expression, “I understand if you don’t want to stay with me from now on. I haven’t exactly done the best things with my abilities. If you don’t want to be with me I won’t hold it to you. Do you want to leave?”

You stared at him, a bit astonished by his statement. You leaned forward so your lips were just ghosting over his, “Does this answer your question” whispering before closing the rest of the space. The kiss was soft but was filled with trust and love.

He pulled away, a smile forming on his lips “I’m glad you’re staying”

You giggled, “Thanks for having me” before he connected your lips again. Now learning that he’s not just kind and sweet, but also a hero.

Yours - Cassian Andor x Reader

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Gentle breaths filled the room as two bodies were entangled on the bed, basking in the warmth the other provided. Cassian looked down at the body snuggled up against him, his hand glided down their cheek, smiling at the beautiful soul who found peace with him and his hectic life. If he could stop this moment in time he would, because right now there was no worries of the war against empire, no worries of future missions that may one day be his last, none of that applied right now, in this moment in time it was just Cassian and (Y/N), two souls in love in the mystery of life.

His thumb ran along your eyelids, hiding beautiful pools of (e/c) that paled the beauty of the galaxies that his visited throughout his time. Tracing down your cheek, that he loved to kiss when no one was looking because PDA wasn’t something they encouraged among the rebellion, not that he minded, because he didn’t want to share the bashful look on your face with anyone else. He traced over your lips, still seeing them plump from the kisses you shared throughout the night, your hot breath teasing Cassian to kiss them again, wanting to hear the soft moans that were music to his ears.

He continued to take in your beauty as you slept, wondering how lucky he was to end up with someone like you. He pressed a kiss onto your forehead, knowing that it wouldn’t stir you awake. You snuggled up against him, feeling your warm breath tease the skin of his neck, fanning over the marks that you left on his skin throughout the whole night. He pulled you closer, fitting you closer to his body, each curve and dip of your body fitting perfectly against his own, further proving that you were meant for each other.

Spending the night in each other’s arms was a given when he returned from missions. Anyone he landed back in the base, he would beeline straight towards you. Cassian never felt truly relieved till he saw you safe and well, wanting to see with his own eyes that no harm has come to you. Anytime he returns he quickly pulls you to your shared room, wanting to rememorize himself with you and your body, the only solace he finds in the star systems. You were the person that completed him on so many levels, truly one of a kind in the whole galaxy. However this time it was different.

He mind wandered to the events of the mission he just came back from. It was a simple recon mission, observe the base, take as much intel as possible and then leave, there wasn’t supposed to be any bloodshed, but unfortunately there was, costing him half of his men. That loss really made him question his title of captain.

From the moment you spotted him on the landing deck; you instinctively knew that he was breaking, seeing the dark sunken eyes, instead of the usual mirth when he spots you. This Cassian was hurting, breaking from the inside and out, that you had to pull him away, taking his rough hand in yours and pulling him to your shared room. Behind doors you were able to see both the physical damage as well the emotional ones. Soft hands treated the wounds across his body, allowing Cassian to melt the cold exterior that took over him as your hands worked magic on him.  Gentle sweet whispers ghosted over his body, each sentence being sealed with a kiss, wanting to assure him that what happened wasn’t his fault and that he did the best he could and that’s all they expected of him.  

Cassian lost himself in your body, returning your kisses with his own, mapping out your body with calloused hands and warm lips, reminding him that you were here, alive and well that he himself was alive. You brought him back from the dark depths of his mind, something that he will never fully be able to tell you how much that means to him. Whispers of love and admiration through gasped breaths and moans brought him back to reality. Showing each other’s love multiple times throughout the night eventually ending up with you both wrapped in the bedsheets and each other’s arms.

And it was in mornings like this that Cassian remembers why he puts himself through so much. He puts himself in so much danger for you; if fighting this war means a safer galaxy for you, then he will do it without a second thought, because he plans on one day starting a home with you, building the one thing that he lacked growing up, a family because he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else but you.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, letting his lips ghost over your forehead before finally kissing your lips.

Your lips pressed against his, letting him bask in their softness for just a few moments before he felt you return his kiss. It was a soft kiss as you slowly started to wake up; your hands cupped his cheek, pulling him in closer feeling the smile that was etched on his lips, making you smile into the kiss as well.

Your eyes slowly opened, letting him loose himself in the galaxies in your eyes that softened when they met his, “I could get used to waking up like that every day,” you admitted as you stole another kiss.

Cassian let out a small laugh, hearing the hoarseness in your voice as you started to stretch, letting the sun’s rays hit your bare flesh before reaching over to grab something to wear, which always turned out being something of his and this morning it just happened to be one of his long-sleeved shirts. He laid back, seeing you move from one end of the room to the next, finding himself enthralled by even the most mundane things you do, always asking himself on how ended up so lucky to have you.

You turned to face Cassian, wondering why he wasn’t getting up, since usually in the mornings he liked getting a briefing of everything that occurred since he last left, but when looked over at him, you wondered what was on his mind to be looking at you that way.

“What?” you smiled, wondering if something was on your face.

“Nothing, I just love looking at you,” he said sitting up in bed, the same gentle loving look on his face.

“Well you better start getting ready before you miss the briefing,” you playfully said, reaching into his drawers to pick something out for him.

You were focused on finding something to wear that you didn’t notice Cassian get up, till you felt his arms around your front, pulling you close as his lips kissed the curves of your neck, already knowing your weak spots. You tilted your head, allowing him ore access, wanting to feel more of him, “how about we just stay in today?” each word punctuated with a kiss, tempting you to go back into bed in his arms.

You turned, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning to give him a kiss, “Cass, what’s with you this morning?”

His arms landed on your hips, his strong classed fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, before dipping his fingers underneath, further tempting you. He kissed you, earning him a moan from your lips as you lost yourself in his kiss, your fingers now burying themselves in his hair. He slowly walked you over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you with him. You straddled his lap, feeling his hand cup your buttocks, pulling you higher on his lap.

“Marry me,” he whispered, momentarily stopping your heart.

You pulled back, the color somewhat drained from your face, your heart now pounding in your chest, “what?”

“I think you heard me the first time,” that soft smile forming on his face, “marry me (Y/N), make me the happiest man and marry me. I want you to be the first and last thing I see, I want to build a lifetime with you, because no one compares to you, so let me have you, because you already have me,” he finished.

Your throat was dry; you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to. Your heart was pounding against your chest, your breath getting shallower and quicker, yet you still couldn’t get enough air into your lungs. Your hand covered your mouth, a tight feeling growing in your chest as tears started to pool in your eyes. His words kept repeating in your mind, making sure that your ears weren’t deceiving you.

An array of emotions crossed over you that you didn’t know exactly what you were feeling, but looking into his eyes, you could see that he wasn’t joking. He wasn’t just saying it as some part of post morning bliss or some desperation; he genuinely meant what he said. You were lost for words, still not being able to answer because you knew that if you even tried to speak it would just be incoherent sounds. You couldn’t hold in the tears feeling as they rolled down your cheeks with each blink that you made, further clouding up your vision.

Cassian’s face immediately shifted, scared that he may have done something completely wrong. He quickly brought up his hands to wipe the flowing tears that further made you cry at how caring and sweet this man was.

mi amor, I’m sorry, please just forget what I just said, just please smile for me,” Cassian wanting to make things right again, sacrificing a bit of his happiness if it means bringing yours back, “I’m sorry mi amor,” his voice cradling your face just wanting you to stop crying.

“yes,” a small whisper escaped your lips as you leaned into his hands, your eyes reminding him star clusters with the way they were glistening with tears and a happiness underneath, “I’ll marry you,” your voice cracking in the process.

This time it was Cassian who was lost for words, not expecting to feel so emotional either, as you brought him into a kiss. Salted tears had never tasted sweeter as they have now. His hand intertwined with your left one bringing it up to his chest, letting you feel the rapid heartbeat that was just as fast as yours. you pulled back seeing a bright smile on his face, to others it would be a rare sight, but behind doors with you this was the norm, behind these closed doors he was your to cherish an admire.

You two both skipped the morning meeting, spending that morning showing each other the love that you two had for one another. Whispers and moans filled the room, each of you glad knowing that he will one day be yours and you’ll be his.

Roleplaying Races 3: Elves

We close off another special on races as we usually do, with another core race!

And with this entry, we complete the trifecta of non-human playable races directly derived from Tolkien’s work. For your consideration: Elves.

The exact specific origin of the idea of the elf is not known, but it does have Germanic roots, with tales of mysterious and magical forest people who can either help or harm humanity, depending on their mood (Almost entirely harm in most of the Germanic tales, though the Norse also have their stories of helpful elves.)

With a description like that, it only makes sense that they would be conflated with the Romance-derived concept of the fey, and often the terms are used interchangeably or categorically, with elves being classified as a physically human-like variety of fey. However, the term elf has also seen use in association with all sorts of descriptions, conflating them with traditional diminutive fey, such as brownies, sprites, pixies, and the like.

The modern high-fantasy concept of the elf comes, of course, from influential works like Tolkien’s, who returned to their Germanic roots when describing them, painting them as an aloof forest people with incredibly long lives that are distrustful and dismissive of other races, believing them to be violent and short-sighted.

It’s that characterization that has held for most every other fictional work they have been in, including many fantasy roleplaying games.

In fact, this has also led to a lot of stereotypes and oversimplifications on the part of writers and players, similar to how “Dwarves live underground and like gold” or “Orcs want to bash your face in” or “Halflings really don’t matter in the grand scheme of things unless your story revolves around being a thief who steals something important”. For elves, this means they are assumed to be elitist forest-dwellers that think they are better than everyone else”.

However, like all stereotypes, your elves don’t have to be that way. Do you think the local elf brewer is going to turn his nose up when a dwarf noble rides up with entourage and offers coin to sample and purchase his finest wares?

So what does being an elf in pathfinder mean? Well, unlike Tolkien’s work, elves are not immortal unless slain, but rather, simply have incredibly long lifespans. Furthermore, they are still very much creatures of the material plane, though, like gnomes, they may indeed have some past connection to the fey realms, however distant or close it may be.

Pathfinder elves are, however, not limited to forests, appearing in virtually every environment, their bodies subtly changing to reflect their surroundings over time. Indeed, an elf who lives in one location long enough may pick up traits from it, even if it is nothing like their original birthplace. Thus, while the long-eared, pale, lithe humanoid is a classic image, you can see elves in a variety of skin tones including and beyond the human range, as well as having the possibility of camouflage patterns, all sorts of hair colors, and beyond.

Attitude-wise, while many elves do indeed feel themselves to be the chosen children of the natural world, or at least feel wary around the more short-lived races, elves run the gamut of behaviors just like any other sapient race, they may be haughty or humble, fierce or gentle, depending on their life experiences.

In the Golarion setting in particular, elves fall under a few different categories of history. Some may have dwelled most of their lives in elven communities, being from or descended from those who returned to the planet from their colony on the neighboring planet of Castrovel. Others may have been part of the xenophobic shut-ins of the Mordant Spire having spent the long Age of Darkness preserving elven lore and civilization. Others, the Forlorn, have lived among humans nearly all of their life, and while the differences in rate of maturity and aging makes things difficult, they are perhaps the most understanding of human ways and plight.

Agile in both body and mind, elves are, however, somewhat frail.

They are, however, immune to magical sleep, and foes have trouble bewitching them with enchantment magic.

The magical nature of elven society means that even those with no spellcasting ability are at least familiar with many magical items, and their spellcasters are especially good at overcoming spell resistance.

Conversely, most elves also train to be familiar with a variety of cultural weapons, namely bows, longswords, and rapiers, and are at least passingly familiar with other elven weapons.

Of course, not all elves are alike, with several subsets and ethnicities, some of which warranting their own racial entries, such as Drow and Aquatic Elves. Others, such as Arctic Elves, Dusk Elves, Savage Elves, and Tower Elves, are simply variations of the core race.

Elves have one of the largest sets of alternate racial traits I have ever seen. Some may have adaptations suited for the environment they come from, or having special connection to their own magic, or to dragons or fey, and so on.

Elves are at once ageless beings, but at the same time, time itself is one of the major factors in their lives. Given how long they live, they have difficulty identifying with other races, who seem like children to them, yet find it startling how quickly they mature. Furthermore, their great age means that their race is slow to change culturally, so social growth that other races develop can seem like bizarre, dangerous thinking to older elves that spent most of their lives simply persisting as they are. However, at the same time, their long view of the world also means they have much to say about sustainability and the fleeting nature of certain social dynamics.

Elves can be found in most any class, though those with an association with nature, as well as arcane magic, are a strong contender for their power. They also make for agile and precise members of martial classes. However, they overall seem to have a preference for ranged combat over melee.

Elves can be so much more complex a choice than one would initially expect, but a good one nevertheless. Consider creating one, and delving into as much of the classic lore as you wish, or shaking things up with elves that defy expectations, like having body types other than slender, and so on.

anonymous asked:

May I request reader gets sick the meds makes talk loose and makes admit they affection to 76. Then 76 cares for them ,reader try to wiggle out of blanket but fails. After reader get well 76 gets sick and reader shakes their head and take cares of him.

“You know”, you slurred, a hazy smile on your lips as you stared at Soldier: 76. The older man paused at your word, brow cocking up as he listened to more of your medicine muddled words. You had gone on several different rants about how odd it was there was a talking monkey (gorilla he corrected you) or disbelief over the fact the Shimadas were real ninjas or literal cowboys like Jesse still existed. You’d ramble for several moments before trailing off and dozing off again, the fever that had taken hold of your body demanding rest and recuperation.

“What do I know”, Jack teased back, his hands moving again as he wiped a cool cloth over your face. He earned a quiet, appreciative hum as he whisked away the gritty sweat that clung to your skin, the coolness heaven against your feverish skin. Your hands lifted sluggishly, wrapping around his wrist to hold him there, your bleary eyes fixing him with a stare.

“You are really fucking hot”, you said bluntly, a serious look crossing your face before turning into a wide grin. You couldn’t process the look of surprise that crossed Jack’s features, his blue eyes going wide before his brows scrunched up in confusion. You mirrored him, brow furrowing before you dissolved into a fit of giggle. “No no, really, you are super hot. And sweet. And rugged. And you know how to use a gun, like really well and that’s totally hot too. But you’re like…more than that y’know? You’re real. You don’t bullshit people and even if you try and act like you don’t care, y’care about everyone. Real standup guy.”

You nodded your head decidedly before your face went blank, your body telling you that you had to pee and deciding instantly that you would be able to get up yourself. Wiggling underneath the covers, your hands dragged away from Jack’s wrist, trying to push the blanket away so you could move.

“Hey hey relax”, Jack called out to you, lightly grabbing at your hands and fixing you with an admonishing stare. You shook your head hard, legs kicking weakly as you still tried to escape the impossibly heavy covers of your own bed. “You’re going to make yourself worst! What’s wrong?”

“Gotta pee”, you whined, only to feel Jack easily pull the covers back and away from your sweat drenched body. You released a sigh of pure relief as the cooler air rolled over your skin, allowing yourself to feel several moments of relaxation before attempting to move away from the bed.

It was like you were moving through molasses, your body not responding to your orders to actually move. You couldn’t even force yourself to actually sit up, your eyes seeking Jack’s out.

“Help please?”

Jack gave a short snort of laughter as his arms maneuvered under your body, lifting you up effortlessly. You curled into his touch, letting a slow sigh of appreciation out as you touched his chest lightly. If your head wasn’t so dizzy from sickness, you would have see the blush on Jack’s face as you massaged and groped at his chest. He was gentle as he placed your feet back on the ground, promising he would be there to help you back to bed when you were finished. He was true to his word, helping you back out of the bathroom and taking care of you when you for the rest of the time you were ill. As you regained your strength over the next several days Jack was there, blushing occasionally and avoiding your gaze for one reason or another. But as you grew better, Jack seemed to glean some of your sickness onto himself.

“Alright Jack go lay down”, you ordered, hands on your hips, finally able to walk around your place without the threat of randomly stumbling or fainting. “You took care of me so allow me to return the favor. Alright?”

The graying blonde tried to fight your words, opening his mouth to argue but you shot a warning glare at him. His cheeks were tinged pink and his baby blues were unfocused, there was no way you were going to allow him to walk all the way across the base back to his room. He could rest here until he felt better. He closed his mouth and sighed softly going to take a step before faltering, your arms wrapping tight around his torso to stop him from hitting the floor. A bashful blush burned at your face, holding tight to the object of your affection and tilting your head back to look up at him.

“Y-you alright”, you asked, shoulders tensing as he locked you with a genuine stare. Nervousness crept up your spine, a part of you wanting to dart away while the other part demanded you stay. “J-Jack?”

“I like you too”, he stated simply, giving a small lopsided grin.


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princess--alice--xxx  asked:

Headcanons for the male rivals as yanderes ALL OF THEM please and thank you~

This is one tall order…

Osano Najimi

- Still puts up the whole tsundere personality

- Absolutely hates when he can’t be near you

- Wouldn’t kill for you but would confess as soon as he felt comfortable

Amao Odayaka

- Very sweet still, pretty shy as well

- Honestly would force himself to be around you

- Poisoning his rival in the most slow and painful ways while smiling sweetly

Kizano Sunobu

- Would try to whisk you off your feet

- Would also force himself to be around you, but a bit more humble about it

- Would be a shame if his rival was also in the Drama Club… and had a very unfortunate accident <3

Oko Ruto

- Still shy af

- Would actually act much more open around you even going so far as to tie his hair back

- I curse you to hell so you will stay away from the one I love

Aso Rito

- Completely confident on getting you to love him

- Wouldn’t need to force himself around you

- Honestly he could be your closest friend

- He will kill in some ruthless ways; drowning, electrocution, blunt force trauma, etc.

The next two are innocent and make it like the person is being bullied because i can’t write yanderes for the older ones it squiks me out

Mujo Kina

- Would listen to any problem you have

- Ditzy and clumsy but thoughtful

- Would inject them to make it look like a heart attack or poison them if they bulled you

Mido Rana

- Kinda creepy but genuinely nice

- He would be rather protective as if you were his kid

- Would get the student in loads of trouble; caught cheating, panty shots, illegal substances, etc.

Osoro Shidesu

- One of the most angry yanderes

- No I don’t like you now shut up or i’ll bash your face in

- He would do the dirty work instead of sending the Delinquents, but they would be forced to protect you at all costs if he wasn’t there

Hanako Yamada

- Sweetest face and cutest personality

- The most ruthless of Yandere

- He would go through so many lengths to get you to be his; murder, acting cute, flirting, murder, gifts

Megamo Saikou

- The sharpest tool in the shed

- Knows all your weaknesses

- You won’t be able to escape him

- No matter what


Originally posted by mistressnicey15

a/n: this is very ??

pairing: yuto x reader (gender neutral)

rating: fluff

word count: 532

  Mornings. The bane of your existence. Neither of you believed it was necessary to wake up before noon. Especially on weekends. So, that was the reason the both of you were still asleep, the comforter barely providing a shield from the cold of your apartment as it was a bundled mess beneath your knees. One of Yuto’s arms was slung across your back while the other was behind his head.

  Only one thing could get the two of you to wake up a little before noon and that was food. The grumble of each of your stomachs caused you both to stir. You were the first to fully wake up and when you noticed Yuto still sound asleep, you carefully rose from the bed.

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Tell Her - part 2 (Eliza x Reader)

Warnings: alcohol mention/a drunk Eliza, some sexy times;;))

Words: 1884


“He cheated on me.”

At those words, you ushered her inside, and you caught a whiff of alcohol. You became increasingly concerned; Eliza never drank. Ever.

“Tell me what happened.” You guided her over to the couch and turned the TV off, focusing all your attention on her.

She wiped at her eyes, further smudging her makeup. “Alex. He was making out with Maria Reynolds. Apparently Thomas saw them, and he seemed pretty smug when he was telling me. And then I confronted Alex, because I didn’t really believe Thomas. They’re always messing with each other. But then he got all pale and flustered, so…” Her eyes met mine, and she just looked so broken. “I guess it’s true. So I stole his car and went back to my house, but I didn’t want to deal with my sisters so I came here.”

A smile almost popped on your lips at the thought of Eliza hijacking Alex’s car, but you restrained yourself, knowing she was hurting. Instead, you laced your fingers with hers comfortingly, and she squeezed your hand. “I’m so sorry. You deserve better.” She laid her head on your shoulder. “Tomorrow, I’ll beat his ass.”

A soft laugh escaped her lips. Another matter was pressing against your mind. “Eliza, have you been drinking?”

The sad look returned to her face, and you wanted to do nothing more than kiss her in that moment. “Yeah. It just hurt so much, I thought it would help. I didn’t drive though, so you’re not harboring a criminal or anything.”

You looked at her, astonished. “You walked all the way here?”

“You know, it’s really not that far from my house, Y/N. You’re just incredibly lazy.” A smile formed on her lips, and her eyes slipped closed.

“Are you alright? I mean, of course you’re not, but can I get you anything or…” You trailed off once you saw that her eyes were open again, staring intently into yours. “What?” you asked softly.

Her gaze dropped to your lips, then met your eyes again, and your breath hitched. “Eliza?”

Her hand slowly cupped your face, and you were very aware of her face coming closer and closer to yours. At the last second, you closed your eyes, just before your lips touched. Your hand went to tangle in her hair as your lips moved against hers.

You tried to convey to her just how long you’d been waiting for this through your kisses, as they grew more and more heated. Her other hand went to your waist and goosebumps formed at her touch. Her hands were soft, and she inched her way up your side until she just barely grazed the side of your breast.

You gasped, and reality struck you hard. You pulled away quickly, immensely regretful. “I’m so sorry, Eliza. We can’t. You have no idea how much I want to do this, but we can’t. You’re drunk, and you’re hurt. It wouldn’t be right.”

She nodded and looked down. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head and took her hand. “Don’t be.”


The sun streamed through the curtains, waking you from your sleep. You were disoriented, wondering how you had gotten onto the couch. Then you remembered last night, how Eliza came over, how you kissed her, and how you let her sleep in your bed upstairs. It all seemed a little surreal, like it didn’t actually happen.

You shook your head and went to grab a glass of water and some ibuprofen. You padded up the stairs and knocked softly on your bedroom door. When there was no answer, you slowly opened the door, not wanting to wake her. But she wasn’t in bed. “Eliza?”

Then you saw that your bathroom light was on, and when you stepped in you were met with the sight of Eliza in nothing but a towel. Her hair was clipped up and she had washed off the smudged makeup, and her wide eyes stared into yours.

“I took a shower.” The words came out in a rush.

“I can see that.”

“I hope you don’t mind.” You shook your head hurriedly. All you could focus on right now was the fact that she was standing in your bathroom, nearly naked.

You then remembered why you had come upstairs, and outstretched your hands. “I brought you some ibuprofen. For your hangover.”

She gladly accepted the water and headache-relievers. As she downed the pills and glass of water, you stood around awkwardly, unsure of what to say, if anything.

As soon as she finished, you said, “Look, about last night, you can just forget about it. You were drunk and hurting so I won’t feel bad or anything if you say it meant nothing, because obviously it would have meant nothing so-”

She cut you off by grabbing your face and pressing her lips to yours softly. Your hands moved to her waist. She pulled back slowly. “It didn’t mean nothing to me. Did it mean nothing to you?”

You shook your head and tipped your head forward so that your lips met again. They moved across one another as Eliza gently pushed you back against the counter.

She pulled back briefly while still pressing light kisses all along your jaw and neck. “If it meant something to you, then why’d you stop?”

Slightly out of breath, you replied, “I didn’t want to take advantage of you. You were quite drunk and you’d just found out that your boyfriend had cheated on you- oh!”

Your voice had suddenly become loud in realization and Eliza pulled back and looked into your eyes, startled. You furrowed your eyebrows. “What about Alex? You two just broke up and I don’t know if you want to take some time before you, I don’t know…”

You glanced away, and she brought her hand to your jaw to turn your eyes towards hers again. “Y/N,” she said softly, “I have never been more sure in my life than I am right now.”

As you looked into her eyes, you could tell she was being serious, and a huge grin spread across your face. “Well in that case…” Your eyes slipped shut and your hand went behind her neck, pulling her closer.

Every time your lips touched, it felt as if a million fireworks were going off at once. You never wanted that feeling to end. Your one hand played with the hair at the nape of her neck and your other hand went to the small of her back.

She broke off of your lips again and trailed down your jaw to nip at your collarbone. When she touched the sensitive skin of your neck, you gasped, which only seemed to push her further.

Eliza’s fingers ran across the exposed skin on your stomach, sending chills all throughout your body. She began to play with the hem of your thin crop top, and she looked up to you, seeking assurance. When you nodded, she slipped the fabric over your head, revealing your chest.

You restrained from covering up your chest with your arms. Eliza must have sensed your self-consciousness, because she took your hands in hers and pressed a light kiss to your lips.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, and you felt a warmth spread throughout your body.

Her mouth moved down your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. She took one of your breasts in her mouth, swirling her tongue around your nipple. Your hands grabbed at the edge of the counter, bracing yourself at the sudden contact.

Your breathing became shallow as she worked her way across your skin, touching every inch of exposed skin with her hands and mouth. You moved your hands across her shoulders subconsciously, taking in the feeling of her bare, slightly wet shoulders.

As Eliza made her way down your torso, you stroked her hair, urging her on. Her fingertips dipped below the waistband of your pants, and she slowly began to drag them down your legs. You groaned in frustration and hurriedly kicked them off the rest of the way.

Eliza laughed softly and pushed you so that you were sitting on the counter. “Someone’s eager.”

A bashful smile grew on your face. “Sorry. It’s just, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Her fingertips trailed down your arms and her lips pressed softly on yours. “Me too.”

“Really?” you said in surprise.

“Of course! You’re the most beautiful person I know, and you’re hilarious, and kind…” As she spoke, she let her hands rake down your sides and she bent lower. Her hot breath caused goosebumps to flare up across your exposed skin.

She began to place open-mouthed kisses all along your hips and inner thighs. Her mouth moved closer and closer to your center, until she finally placed a kiss on your core through your underwear. At that new contact, you took a shuddering breath and nearly moaned out loud.

You looked down at the beautiful sight before you; Eliza on her knees, nipping at your sensitive flesh and slowly pulling your panties down.

“You look so good like this, Eliza,” you said breathily.

She had dragged your last article of clothing down your legs and discarded it on the floor, next to the rest of your clothes. “Oh yeah?” Her eyebrow quirked upwards. “How so?”

You shivered, the countertop cold against your naked body. “Well, you’re already the most beautiful person to begin with, so that helps. Like, drop-dead gorgeous.” She giggled as you began to ramble.

“And then you’re here, and doing all these things and you’re so hot and you make me feel so hot and-” You gasped suddenly, as Eliza had just licked a long stripe up your slit.

Her tongue began to dance over you, licking and sucking and all you could do was lay back across the counter. Your breathing became shallow. Distantly, you could hear yourself mumbling incoherent nonsense, unable to form sentences.

You grabbed her hair as she sucked on your clit. Waves of pleasure resonated throughout your body, and desperate moans escaped your mouth.

“Eliza…” you breathed, as she clutched your thigh.

She continued to eat you out, and you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge. You tried to hang on, but you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“Cum for me, Y/N,” Eliza whispered against your hot skin. As soon as those words slipped from her mouth, you fell off the edge and your orgasm washed over you.

“Eliza! Yes!” you loudly exclaimed, followed by several moans.

You sat up and brought Eliza’s mouth to yours, and you could taste yourself on her lips. Somewhere along the lines, Eliza’s towel had fallen off and she stood stark naked in front of you. Taking advantage of her lack of clothing, you reached around and grabbed her ass, and you felt her smirk against your lips.

You slid off the counter and slowly began to guide Eliza out of the bathroom and toward your bed. When her legs hit the edge of the bed, you pushed her against it and she fell back with a squeal. You climbed over her and continued kissing her.

As your lips began to travel south, you whispered, “Your turn.”

Hey, Asshole!

Pairing : Winchesters x Sister!Reader.
Word count : 1,341
Author : Mel
Warnings Across parts : Incest, Non-con elements, cheating. IF THESE BOTHER YOU DO NOT READ. I don’t want to listen to you bitch.
A/N :
Please DO NOT ask me to write more of these topics. (Incest/wincest or non-con). More will only be written if ideas hit me, this is way out of my comfort zone. Thank you for respecting that. If you want to be tagged, please ask.

Part 2 of ‘WTF is wrong with me’

You were sitting in the bar with your brothers. Sam next to you, and Dean across from you. “Dean?”

“Yeah?” He looked back at you.

“Just go fuck her.”

He chuckled. “Like I told her, sweetheart. I’m busy tonight.” He grinned. “I’ve got a little sister to take care of. He says one thing wrong, I deck him.”

You rolled your eyes. You might have only been there half an hour, but Dean had women fawning over him the second he was in the door. Sam had a girl or two eyeing him as well. “Both of you, just go flirt or something. If one more girl glares at me like that for being here with you, I’ll start decking people.”

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Reader x Kol

Requested by Anon

Prompt List

You walked through the ballroom and shyly shuffled your hands and edged your way into the ball. You’d received an invite which surprised you and Elena had insisted you should come, telling you to enjoy yourself and that she’d see you there.

“See I told you it’d be fun.” Elena muttered as she hurried over to you.

“I don’t have a dance partner.” You whispered and Stefan smiled.

“We could have a dance.” He offered and you went to accept when someone caught your outstretched hand.

“Or perhaps you would do me the honour.” Kol smiled as he kissed you hand and you tried to hide the bashful look on your face.

“It’s nice to see you again Kol.” You mumbled and everyone gawked at you.

“This is the nice-looking man you keep talking about?” Elena asked and Damon glanced between the two of you.

“Oh, my God. You’re in love with him.“ He mumbled and your eyes widened.

“I’m going to dance with him.” You told Elena who was smirking as you followed Kol.

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PAIRING- reader x Pietro 


WARNING: slight angst and fluff 

Request from Anon - Hey doll! May I request Pietro Maximoff x reader oneshot based on Robbie Williams “Angels”?

My first Pietro imagine!  slight angst but with a happy and fluffy ending!! Enjoy x 


Originally posted by agetrortega

I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate.
And do they know

Pietro looked over at you from the living quarters of the Avengers Compound. You were both bruised and beaten from your latest mission, the silver haired man sighed. After you had joined the Avengers Pietro had unofficially taken up the mantel of your silent protector. Even though you were more than capable to look after yourself the young man couldn’t help himself, from the moment he first heard your laugh it was like an unexplainable power over him, it was a sound that he wanted to keep for himself forever. He tried not to let jealously consume him as you laughed at something Sam had said to cheer you up. I should be the one to make her laugh, not pigeon wings Pietro through bitterly as you laughed again.

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Protector » Elliot Alderson

Request: Hey! I love your blog! ❤️ I was wondering if you could write a reader insert with Elliot Alderson where he’s been dating the reader for a while, but recently he started noticing that she’s more distant and paranoid so he decides to hack her accounts and finds out some guy has been stalking her and sending love messages to her. He’s just being an overall creep. One day, he and the reader are on a date and he notices the stalker a few seats away, watching them. You can make up the rest, lovely!

Dedicated To: @ramimalekstuff

Pairing: Elliot Alderson x Reader

Fandom: Mr. Robot

Words: 1846

A/N: Okay, I don’t watch Mr. Robot (I really want to! ;-;), but honestly I love Rami and I love Elliot. I’ve read a lot of reader inserts about him and I’m lowkey obsessed. c;

Originally posted by heykeykey

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Caught Part Two

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1219

Category: A little angst

Warnings: Aunt May is an angel, and also strangely chill, trying not to give too much away, do we know how old Peter is in the new movie?, he’s seventeen in this, as are you, 

Summary: The events of Caught from your point of view. 

Your eyes snap open, going from peaceful sleep to full wakefulness in a matter of seconds. You’re brow furrows when you can’t find what woke you. No intruder standing above you with a knife. Just the TV playing the opening menu for March of the Penguins, that you had made Peter watch with you before you had both fallen asleep. You struggle to reach the remote without getting up from the bed, before clicking the TV off. You listen for a long moment, thinking maybe Aunt May was fumbling around outside the door to Peter’s room. But no. Nothing. Just silence now.

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