hit it from behind

this is a story about a sorcerer and a knight. well, a knight-in-training. they go by KiT, a nickname for their title, but a perfectly good name for anyone. kit’s a good squire, for the most part, but they have a knack for getting into trouble.

this time the trouble is they just fuckin decked another knight in the middle of the tavern.

“keep your hands off my friend,” kit tells the shocked personification of grossness, now sitting on his ass on the ground. kit’s pretty sure the message was already sent though the ass-kicking, but it doesn’t hurt to be thorough.

the man splutters for a minute before finding his tongue. “you— you— you piece of shit, you’ll pay for this. i have powerful friends.”

“bring it on,” kit retorts. they’re feeling pretty confident right now.

they’re feeling significantly less confident as two other men step up behind the first guy.

“outside,” the first growls.

“we’re zit and wedge, and we’re going to kick your ass,” the second one clarifies. 

zit nods. “but we don’t want to make a mess of you on mal’s floor, since it was just scrubbed and all.”

kit glances at mal, who they rather thought was a friend, to find her nodding appreciatively. “brawlers these days are so polite. out you three go.”

kit wilts. “but… there’s just one of me.”

it’s around this time, when the two other guys are starting to crack their knuckles and look like they’re going to drag kit outside whether they like it or not, that someone else pushes their way through the small crowd that’s forming.

“’scuse me, pardon me. hello. what’s going on here?”

she’s got bright blue hair, of the kind that you get from mucking around with magic too much. everyone immediately reassesses the situation, and watches her warily. a sorcerer can quickly change the way a brawl plays out, if they feel like intervening. kit sincerely hopes she does.

“miss,” zit jumps in before kit can get a word in, “this young… person, here, just brutally attacked my poor friend, and me and wedge think we ought to be able to teach them a lesson in manners.”

the sorcerer studies him for a moment, as if considering his statement, and kit grabs their chance.

“pimple here is completely leaving out the fact that their friend wouldn’t leave my friend alone, after she asked him to go away twice!”

zit bristles, and looks to the sorcerer for her judgment.

she considers for while. “can anyone vouch for this knight’s statement?”

“i was the one getting hit on!” tea shouts from behind kit’s shoulder.

the sorcerer digests the witness’s statement. “hm. i’m inclined to see this as a case of self-defense, through the channel of someone who was not the self being hit on. i would suggest that all the parties involved accept the ruling of “he who gets their ass kicked probably deserves it”, and move on.”

“fat chance,” wedge growls. “the pack sticks together. we have to defend our leader.”

werewolves, kit sighs internally. it just figured.

there’s a dramatic pause, then the sorcerer says cooly, “you try it, and you’ll get your asses kicked too.”

zit and wedge eye her warily. kit eyes all three of them, which is hard with only two eyes.

“i reckon we could take a sorcerer,” wedge hypothesizes— an idea that would be quickly proven false in any laboratory experiment.

but this is a tavern, and the sorcerer has a delayed reaction, only raising her hands when zit charges at her. kit flinches back, sure she’s about to be crushed, but the next moment flames explode in the small space between the sorcerer and zit. there’s a yelp, and mad scrambling back from the sorcerer.

“i have nowhere to be until book club at midnight,” the sorcerer informs them calmly, her hands still out, palms up and ready to summon more flame. kit squints at them. “so i have plenty of time to teach you a lesson.”

apparently rescinding their hypothesis, all three werewolves make a mad dash for the door and disappear into the night.

the sorcerer smiles victoriously, and shakes her bright hair out of her face. kit squints at her scalp as she turns to them. “all good?”

“yes, thank you,” tea says, sounding impressed. “wow… a fire summoner. i didn’t know there were any teenagers powerful enough.”

kit has no other specific places to squint, so they just stare hard at the sorcerer’s face. “yeah… thanks. that was really cool.”

she waves their thanks off with one hand, a few strands of smoke issuing from her sleeves. “all in a day’s work. i’ll be off now.”

kit leaves tea with mal, though they frankly no longer trust her so much, and follows the sorcerer out the door. “hey, wait! you, blue hair magic person. what are you?”

“a masked vigilante,” she says, after a pause. “without the mask, because magic.”

kit blinks at that, before realizing she’s perfectly right. besides the definite ideas that she’s female and blue-haired, kit seems to forget what she looks like one moment to the next. kinda neat, honestly, though disconcerting.

they shake their head. “no, i mean… you’re not a sorcerer. i’ve seen people summon fire, and it comes from a loosely closed fist, not an open hand. also, your hair is dyed, not magically changed.”

she doesn’t answer for a moment, then looks stumped, and continues to not answer.

“well?” kit asks.

“fine,” she admits. “i’m a sorcerer in training, but the fake mask is about the most complicated magic i can do. the hair is so people will take me seriously when i do masked vigilante stuff.”

“and the fire?” kit persists.

after a moment, she shakes out her sleeve, sending a tiny purple dragon tumbling into her other hand. “my helper. my fire aid, if you will. you’re the first person to notice, you know?”

“just logic and being awesome,” kit says with a shrug, feeling pleased. neither are skills they get to show off a lot. they kinda feel like they’ve earned something for it. “hey, can i ask you a question?”

after a pause, the sorcerer in training says, “go for it.”

“why do you wait a second before responding to anything?”

their question is punctuated by a pause before she answers.

then the sorcerer motions kit closer, and tucks her hair behind her ears. the knight-in-training leans in, gaping. there’s a green dragon no longer than the length of one finger perched behind her ear, claws holding onto her piercings for balance. it unwedges one tiny wing to wave at them.

“what the fuck,” kit says, unable to find a reason for this from logic or being awesome.

“what the fuck,” the dragon repeats, pushing its snoot practically inside the sorcerer’s ear.

“this is peep,” she says. “my hearing is shit, so it helps me out. i call it my hearing aid.”

the draconian hearing aid preens under the knight-in-training’s stare.

“shit,” kit mumbles, for lack of better words.

“shit!” the dragon crows, gleefully.

What is this place?”
We all looked at him. “Home,” I said. “This is - my home.”
I could see the details now sinking in. The lack of darkness. The lack of screaming. The scent of the sea and citrus, not blood and decay. The laughter of children that indeed continued.
The greatest secret in Prythian’s history.
“This is Velaris,” I explained. “The City of Starlight.”
His throat bobbed. “And you are High Lady of the Night Court.”
“Indeed she is.”
My blood stopped at the voice that drawled from behind me.
At the scent that hit me, awoke me. My friends began smiling.
I turned.
Rhysand leaned against the archway into the sitting room, arms crossed, wings nowhere to be seen, dressed in his usual immaculate black jacket and pants.
And as those violet eyes met mine, as that familiar half smile faded …
My face crumpled. A small, broken noise cracked from me.
Rhys was instantly moving, but my legs had already given out. The foyer carpet cushioned the impact as I sank to my knees.
I covered my face with my hands while the past month crashed into me.
Rhys knelt before me, knee to knee.
Gently, he pulled my hands away from my face. Gently, he took my cheeks in his hands and brushed away my tears.
I didn’t care that we had an audience as I lifted my head and beheld the joy and concern and love shining in those remarkable eyes.
Neither did Rhys as he murmured, “My love,” and kissed me.
—  A Court of Wings and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas

adiossnoreador  asked:

I love your buff/bara Tavs! Could you do a human one?

strong tav w/ a soft tum is a favorite of mine
he decorates his prosthetics w/ glittery pokemon stickers

BTS scenario: A member walking in on another member showering with Y/N

@ranmin10 requested:  BTS reaction when he’s having privet time ;) in the shower with Y\N and member walking in them ??(make it long please)btw i looooove your reactions so much!!!


Jin

Pressed against the wall, your hands were tangled in Jin’s hair as he sucked your left nipple while queezing the right one. He went upwards meeting your lustful gaze, lifting one of your legs ready to enter you.

“I can’t bear it anymore”, was the only thing that hindered him though. Taehyung stormed into the bathroom looking at both of you from head to toe before licking his lips seductively. “Hyung, please let me join!” He pleaded, already taking off his shirt.

You were the one that couldn’t bear it anymore so you started grinding your heat against the tip of his dick. Jin didn’t care anymore and rammed himself inside you earning a moan from you while Taehyung began palming his clothed member.

Originally posted by teamoseokjin


Yoongi

Yoongi was pushing inside you at an animalistic pace, one hand hugging your waist while the other was making its way to your south. He started rubbing your clit making you cry out in pleasure

“Yoongi-”, you shouted his name in unison with Jimin that opened the bathroom door all of a sudden. Your eyes shot open and you looked towards the male that was standing there blushing like a mad man. Yoongi kept his pace though, causing you to close your eyes again and let out strangled moans.

“You better get out before I’ll cut off your eyes and ears, so you won’t ever remember seeing Y/N like this !”

Originally posted by minsecretsoul



Hoseok

You were sitting on the floor, the water hitting your back as you bounced yourself up and down on him. He’d run his hands up your thighs to your sides and back down, squeezing your butt from time to time while doing so. The moment he decided to thrust his hips upwards meeting your rythm perfectly the bathroom door swung open.

“Hyung-”, Jungkook beamed excited to be interrupted by your loud moan. Hoseok gave him a death glare making him understand that he’s not welcomed. Only then you noticed that someone actually went into the bathroom and you turned your head back. You didn’t succeed though since Hoseok began thrusting upwards again.

Originally posted by vexedmikxyla


Namjoon

Handcuffs in the shower ? Namjoon thought that was a smart idea. Your hands being cuffed to the showerhead holder on the wall, Namjoon teased you with the showerhead between your legs making you squirm by the vibrations and move your hips from side to side. It was Yoongi that entered the bathroom casually and without a warning. Namjoon let out a groan and continued teasing you, giving Yoongi a warning glare.

“I don’t care what you want, just don’t interrupt us!”, he ordered in a deep and stern voice before massaging your boob. As fast as Yoongi entered the room he left it, giving Namjoon and you some private time.

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon


Jimin

It has been weeks since you last touched each other due to comeback preparations, so spending some time in the shower together seemed like the perfect opportunity to catch up on what you’ve missed out. Jimin on his knees his head nestled between your legs earning sweet moans from your as his tongue was working wonders giving you the pleasure you’ve been longing for.

“Jiminie, have you seen my-”, Namjoon asked but shut up as soon as he threw the door open. Jimin shot his head up, a blush creeping upon his face as he was just caught eating you out by his Hyung.

“J-just forget it”, Namjoon dashed out of the room and Jimin rested his forehead on your thigh, too embarassed to look up at you.

You took his face between your hands so he’d look at you. “How about we continue where we left off, hm ?”, you suggested while stroking his lips with your thumb.

Originally posted by amsimaria


Taehyung

His face buried in your neck leaving love bites he’d pound into you, his front hitting your back. His one hand was working on your boob while the other one was rubbing your clit in circular motion. The position you were in made him hit your sweet spot perfectly, causing you to moan nonstop him joining you. Too caught up in the moment, you didn’t notice Jin entering the room and asking why you’re screaming. Once he saw your love act, he left the room but continued watching you from the crack of the door. His hands already in his briefs, he’d continue listening to your high moans and Taehyung’s grunts as he relieved himself.

Originally posted by jimin-bts-trashs


Jungkook

A familiar knot started building up in your stomache as you pressed your hands against the wet tiles while Jungkook pounded into you from behind. Before you could hit your peak, he pulled out and turned you around so your were facing him, your butt pressed against the glass of the shower door.

“Baby, I think you didn’t notice that someone walked in on us”, he seductively whispered into your ear making your head turn towards the entrance seeing a smirking Hoseok leaning against the doorframe.

“How about we let Hyung join us ?” Before you had the chance to answer Hoseok already entered the shower joining the two of you.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

Feysand reunion:

„And you are High Lady of the Night Court.”

“Indeed she is.”

My blood stopped at the voice that drawled from behind me.

At the scent that hit me, awoke me. My friends began smiling.

I turned.

Rhysand leaned against the archway into the sitting room, arms crossed, wings nowhere to be seen, dressed in his usual immaculate black jacket and pants.

And as those violet eyes met mine, as that familiar half smile faded …

My face crumpled. A small, broken noise cracked from me.

Rhys was instantly moving, but my legs had already given out. The foyer carpet cushioned the impact as I sank to my knees.

I covered my face with my hands while the past month crashed into me.

Rhys knelt before me, knee to knee.

Gently, he pulled my hands away from my face. Gently, he took my cheeks in his hands and brushed away my tears.

I didn’t care that we had an audience as I lifted my head and beheld the joy and concern and love shining in those remarkable eyes.

Neither did Rhys as he murmured, “My love,” and kissed me.

Originally posted by pennytlr

anonymous asked:

For the suggestion thingy could you do Lancelot but like actually klance with like creep lotor hitting on lance, lance being weirded out and Keith being jealous and protective? Sorry if that made no sense. Anyways, the dialogue prompt could be something like "Look, just leave me alone, alright!"

I hope this was what you wanted! Also, hopes and dreams for S3 tbh


           “Look, just leave me alone, alright?” Lance backpedaled until he was pressed up against the stone wall. “I’m flattered, really, but you’re… you’re, uh, not exactly my type.” Lotor and his bouquet of blindingly blue flowers seemed to droop in unison.

           “The Galra have caused you much pain, I understand.” He bounced back with a toothy grin so fast Lance actually yelped from surprise. “But I can be different. Young Paladin, believe me, your team does not appreciate your talents, your dedication, your­–” Lotor leaned in close enough to smell him– “beauty.” Lance felt himself go red as he tried to subtly inch sideways along the wall.

           “Yeah see it’s not so much the Galra part that bothers me,” he said, a certain boy with a frustratingly attractive mullet flashing unbidden into his head, “as it is the ‘I murder people with a fiery sword’ bit.” Lotor’s hand slammed into the wall beside his head, preventing Lance from moving further sideways.

           “All is fair in love and war, isn’t it?” he asked, and had the audacity to lick his lips with his face bare inches away from Lance. He caught Lance’s hand and pressed the bouquet into it. “I would think you would be impressed with a bit of swordplay.” Lance thought his face might spontaneously combust.

           “You sure know how to use your pickup lines, I’ll give you that,” he said. “Do you… do this with a lot of people?” Lotor’s jaw dropped comically, pressing his now bouquet-free hand against his heart.

           “I have learned the art of seduction, of course, but you, dear Lance, you are no ordinary partner. All the others, they were nothing more than practice so that when I found you—” He plucked a stray flower from the bouquet and tucked it behind Lance’s ear– “I would be prepared to offer you my best performance.”

           “I, uh, um, can I—?” Lotor smiled, far, far too close to Lance’s face for comfort, and he could swear Lotor’s eyes kept flickering to his lips.

           “Yes?”

           “I’m just gonna… Um…” He was interrupted by the door getting kicked in, revealing a furious Keith behind it.

           “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” Keith shouted, charging at Lotor. He sidestepped easily, lifting Lance out of the way as well so that he wouldn’t get skewered when Keith missed his target. Lance took the opportunity to scramble away as Lotor dodged another swipe from Keith, who growled in frustration, circling the Galra prince. As soon as Lotor was closest to the door, he threw a last grin at Lance.

           “You know how to find me!” he called. He winked, then sprinted for the door and slammed it in Keith’s face as he tried to follow. They heard a heavy bar fall in place across it and Keith growled in frustration when it wouldn’t open, before turning back to look at Lance. His eyes raked over him with a frown.

           “Why are you holding flowers?” he asked. Lance, glancing down, realized he still had the bouquet and dropped it promptly, going red again.

           “That… That dude is weird. He kind of tried to, um. He was trying to seduce me.” Keith stomped over and for a second Lance thought he was going to hit him, but instead he just plucked the flower out from behind his ear and crushed it in his hand.

           “Flirting is not going to win over the Galra, Lance,” he said.

           “Hey!” he protested. “He started it!”

           “Sure.”

           “He did!”

           “And now you sound like a kindergartener. Are you going to help me get this door open or not?” Lance grumbled, trudging over to where his bayard had landed after Lotor disarmed him. He hefted it up and told Keith to move aside, aiming for the hinges on the door. Keith watched him.

           “He didn’t actually hurt you, right?” Keith finally asked quietly. Lance paused, one hinge blasted to pieces.

           “The emotional damage was far worse,” he said, rolling his eyes and taking aim at the next hinge. “Why the quiznak would a Galra flirt with me?” The second hinge fell to the floor, leaving the door free to swing backwards into the room.

           “I can think of a few reasons,” Keith muttered very quietly, and before Lance could react, he had ducked under the bar and took off running through the castle. Lance gaped after him. He blinked once, twice, and then ducked under the bar so quickly he banged his head, and chased after him.

           “Keith! KEITH! COME BACK! DID YOU JUST FLIRT WITH ME TOO? KEIIIIIITHHHHHHH!”

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