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Destoroyah, forme de vie parfaite (Phénix aux plumes perpétuelles)

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Normale

[seanfalco]

Something to Stare At

Luba x f!Reader

Prompt: “They”re staring.” + “Let's give them something to stare at.” Word Count: 1.2k a/n:  Who knew I would love writing for Luba so much?  but seriously, I’m hooked.  Gif made by @/santacarlahorrorshow

“Hey, you almost done?” you called as you leaned across the busy bar, catching your partner’s eye and Luba flashed you a grin, not one of the ones he gave his clients or the patrons of the bar he worked at -- the ones that didn’t quite reach his lovely eyes, no, one of his genuine smiles, reserved only for you.

“Yeah, give me a sec,” he called back, leaning across the bar to brush a quick kiss to your lips before lifting the tray of drinks nearby and swanning away to deliver it.  

Not ten minutes later he joined you by the door, slipping his jacket over his bare shoulders and his arm around your waist.

“How was work, babe?” you asked as you walked, your breath ghosting in the chill Berlin air.  

“Oh, you know, the usual,” Luba drawled languidly, glancing over at you.  “And you?  What’s my little tigerlily been up to today?” he asked, his hand wandering lower, slipping into your back pocket as you crossed the crowded street.

“Work went well, well… other than this one asshole that wanted to give me a hard time,” you muttered, your lips twisting sourly at the memory and Luba frowned.

“Hard time, how?” he asked, a sharpness to his voice that despite everything made you want to grin.  Luba was a lover, not a fighter, but that never stopped his protective streak from slipping out every time some asshole thought they could harass you, and you found it endearing.

“Oh, you know, just some jackoff thinking he’s entitled,” you answered vaguely but Luba’s frown deepened.  “Come on,” you exclaimed, quickly changing the subject and grabbing his hand to pull him along, hoping to distract him.

“Where are you taking me?” he asked with a slight huff, somewhere between annoyance and fondness, but he didn’t protest as you led him deeper into the city center, your distraction working.

“Are you hungry?  I’m starving,” you exclaimed, turning to face him as you walked backward, pulling him along, his soft hand in yours a tether.

“Can’t we just get take out?” Luba whined, though his eyes danced with amusement.

“What?” you gasped, “c’mon, there’s this new place I wanna go, Luba please?” you begged, flashing him your best puppy dog eyes as you batted your long eyelashes up at him.

“But babe,” he protested, pitching his voice lower as he pulled you closer, “I was hoping to have dinner in bed,” he said suggestively, his voice turning husky, sending an involuntary shiver racing down your back.

“Luba,” you protested right back, though the prospect of dinner in bed with him was rather tempting.  “How about we get dessert to go after dinner?” you suggested, offering up a compromise and his grin returned though he heaved a heavy sigh, clicking his tongue.

“Alright, I can live with that,” you acquiesced haughtily, “anything for you, lover,” he drawled and you kissed him, grinning against his lips before turning back around and leading him to your destination.

The dive you took him to was new and more popular than you’d anticipated, but you were able to get a booth after only a short wait.  Pulling you in after him, practically hauling you into his lap, Luba wrapped his arm around you as he tapped the touchscreen table, opening the menu and clicking his tongue thoughtfully as he perused the options.

“Okay, that’s not bad,” he mused as he scrolled, already selecting your dessert and marking it to go before choosing what he wanted and letting you place the order.

“Thank you, your food will be ready soon!” a tinny robotic voice exclaimed through the speaker set into the table and you leaned back against Luba’s arm to wait.

“So, this asshole from earlier…” he prompted and you groaned, rolling your eyes, hoping he’d forgotten about that.

“It was nothing, Luba, really.”

“If it was nothing you wouldn’t have brought it up, [y/n],” he pointed out, trailing his fingertips over your knuckles and the back of your hand, resting on the tabletop.

“I dunno, it just bothered me more than usual today, I guess,” you admitted and Luba made a soothing sound as he pressed his lips to your temple.

“Well, fuck that guy,” he drawled, venom in his words, his arm tightening around you possessively.

“Mmm, there’s someone else I’d rather fuck,” you mused in his ear, giggling at the look on his face.

“Oh, you little minx, and to think we could’ve been home right now doing that instead, but no you wanted to dine out,” he huffed, his hand wandering lower beneath the table, hidden from view and you gasped as his fingers teasingly brushed between your legs.

“Luba!” you hissed, a soft whine escaping your parted lips as he ducked his head to nip at your earlobe, his fingers delving deeper.

“What?” he asked innocently, amusement dancing across his face, his lips curling mischievously, “we’re in a dark booth, no one’s gunna know what we’re doing,” he murmured in your ear and you shivered, discreetly parting your thighs farther so he could slip his fingers under your clothes.  “Hmm, see that’s what I thought, you naughty girl,” he chuckled, rubbing your clit with the pad of his finger.

Biting back a moan, you attempted to control you expression and body language so if someone did look over, they’d be none the wiser, but as you glanced across the room you noticed the couple at the booth across from you watching you.  Their eyes quickly flicked away as soon as you noticed them, but they put their heads together as if whispering something and you felt your face warm, your body tensing as Luba’s fingers continued to circle your bundle of nerves, pausing to delve into you.

“Luba, they’re staring,” you murmured, calling his attention to the other couple and your partner turned, swinging his gaze across the room.

“Let’s give them something to stare at, then,” he exclaimed with a shrug and you saw the flash of his grin before he turned your chin toward him, kissing you passionately, his tongue delving into your mouth as you cracked your jaw wider for him, too stunned to stop him, or maybe you just didn’t want to stop, past caring who saw at this point, your thoughts heavy with desire. 

With his tongue twiting with yours and his hand down your pants, a soft moan slipped between your lips and Luba swallowed it eagerly, and by the time your food arrived, you were breathing heavily, your lips raw from use and you groaned softly as Luba’s hand slipped from your cunt.

“Actually, could you box that up for us to go, please?  I’m so sorry,” you exclaimed breathlessly, grinning apologetically at the server who took one look at you before a knowing grin crossed her face.

“It’s no trouble,” she murmured, heading back to the kitchen to box up your food and you turned your eyes on your partner as she left.

“Looks like you’re gunna get what you wanted after all,” you said, rolling your eyes at the pleased look on Luba’s face.

“Perfect, let’s get home fast, then,” he drawled and you couldn’t help but notice the awkward way the couple that had been staring at you earlier averted their gaze as you walked past, but at this point you really didn’t care, the only things on your were were the rumbling of your stomach and the ache between your thighs… and how you were gunna get Luba back for all his teasing.

[neapoke99]

Sometimes I casually remember that I have a whole sci-fi story and a whole cast of sci-fi characters in my head

[magic-multicolored-miracle]

SO THAT OPENING VIDEO HUH??? THOUGHTS? SCREAM WITH ME?

ITS CUTE YOU THINK I STILL HAVE THOUGHTS AFTER THAT

I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START, BUT YES I WILL HAPPILY SCREAM WITH YOU!

FRANKLY ITS VERY RUDE FOR THEM TO JUST MURDER ALL OF US WITH 48 HOURS LEFT

(Rewatching it after Nic said something I also caught a music fade-out at the beginning so I think they’re lying about it being the absolute opening)

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

Almost six months ago @heroics-and-heartbreak and I found each other through a shared thirst of Jaskier. We then deepened our bond through a shared thirst of Valdo Marx aka Robert Sheehan. If you enjoy my writing, Joz deserves your thanks as much as I ever could because as my writing partner they help keep me bolstered even on my worst, most self-critical days. Developing the Punk!AU with them was the first time I have ever collaborated on with someone in writing. I'd never felt safe enough with anyone before. From the day I met them I have felt inspired by their talent with words and art, their kindness, their strength, their fierce loyalty, and their steadfast friendship.

We joke a lot about the struggle of meeting people online who live far away but I am genuinely disgruntled that I can't be there today to socially distantly drop off a pie for them on their birthday or shout-sing happy birthday to them.

All I can do is say that during one of the hardest times of my life, in the middle of one of the hardest years in many of our lives, I found them and if that is the only stellar thing that happens this year it will still save it from being the worst.

Happiest birthday, bro. I owe you 1 pie and 5 dozen hugs xoxo

P. S. If you want to toss a coin to this very hard working birthday person who has brought wonderful things to the Witcher fandom and more recently the Misfits and Umbrella Academy fandoms, their ko-fi is: https://ko-fi.com/jozstanko

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Chapter 965 : The Kurozumi plot

「黒炭家の陰謀」

[junname]

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