#[ but god is he so happy when his partner is happy ]

[seungcheorry]

seokmin isn't that petty or childish. he knows you two have a full adult, functional life and that sometimes things get in between. he can fully understand that.

still, he can't help the pout that's on his lips or how he's frowning or how his arms are crossed, making him look like a toddler.

"i mean...", he says for the nth time. "it could be just a few hours, you know?"

you sigh, adjusting your phone so he can see you clearly. "i know, babe. but i really, really can't. i'm sorry. i promise i'm all yours this weekend."

"but my birthday is tomorrow, not on the weekend", he rolls his eyes, sighing too.

truth be told, seokmin doesn't know why he's so upset about not being able to see you on his birthday. sure, it sucks to not see someone you love and care so deeply, such as your partner, on such an important day - but again, he gets that you have to work. he understands that you can't just move your schedule around; hell, not even him can do it.

but it sucks. it just sucks and he can't help it.

"i'm sorryyyy", you say once again, slightly smiling at his sad face. "you're not even in korea right now, i don't know why you're doing this."

"ya, i'll be there tomorrow morning!", seokmin points a finger at you, holding back his laugh. "YOU could just come and see me at the airport, i can get my manager to sneak you in somehow, and then you can go to your office."

"my boss asked me to come in earlier tomorrow", you shrug.

"okay, so...", he thinks for a bit. "i can go meet you up so we can have lunch together."

"i've packed my lunch already."

"pack one for me too."

"there's not enough food", you shake your head.

seokmin groans. "okay, now you're just being mean. why don't you want to see me~?"

you fake cry, staring up at the ceiling, ready to punch your phone.

"babe, i told you, i'll just be busy..."

"nah, i did something, didn't i? you hate me!"

"i don't hate you, seokmin, i just-"

"then let's at least have dinner tomorrow night, you know mingyu and joshua wouldn't mind you coming."

"SEOKMIN!", you almost scream, making him shut up. "please stop finding a way for us to see each other tomorrow, don't make me tell you i've been planning a surprise party for you since christmas, a party you won't have if you keep annoying me."

and, just like a toddler, his eyes light up.

"oh my god, you did not!", he squeals like a little girl, his eyes and smile wide as they could be. "for real? like, are you really for real right now?"

when you nod, seokmin kicks his feet in the air, throwing his head back.

"baby, you didn't have to! oh my god, i've never had a surprise party before, should i act surprised? should i prank everyone and pretend to pass out? what are you gonna wear? we could match and-"

and so he goes, excited like a toddler - not like a guy who's about to turn 28 years old.

a/n: happy birthday to the light of my life, mr. lee seokmin. may you always he happy, always have this smile of yours, always feel loved and adored. thank you for making me smile and laugh, it means so much to me and my healing heart. i love you, dokyeomie. ❤️🍒

[emsdevs]

FUCK I DID THE LAST ONE WRONG, SORRY i missed the present 😭

happy birthday, i hope you have an incredible day, and congrats on 300 !! you deserve every single one <3

could i request #7 with luke? 🎁

a/n: you're all good nonnie! thank you for requesting!! also I'm def using this as a way comfort everyone after the last celly req i answered 😬 anyway enjoy some lukey fluff!!

Prompt 7: "I want you, only you."

Birthday Celly 2025 Masterlist | masterlist

When Luke dragged you out to the dock at the lake house to watch the sunrise, you really didn’t think much of it. He was the type of guy to do cheesy stuff like this all the time. He loved buying you flowers as much as you loved to receive them. It never bothered him to be teased by his teammates or brothers about being whipped for you. He was. He’d gladly admit that, and then he’d happily tell them all that if they weren’t whipped for their partners, they just weren’t doing the whole relationship thing right. He loved making your relationship feel like all the best parts of an old rom-com, so really, barely a thought crossed your mind when he made you roll out of bed to go watch the sunrise, not even when he insisted you should wear something cute and do your makeup first. 

You’d been at the dock for just a few minutes when you wanted to tell him how much you loved sunrises at the lake, looking toward him to find him on one knee behind you. Your hands flew up to your mouth, and you could feel the teas now in your waterline, thankful that you’d miraculously chosen waterproof mascara for the day. 

“I know we’re still fairly young, but I’ve been in the NHL for five years now. I’ve been with you even longer. We’ve lived enough that I think we can settle down, and there’s no one else I’d want to do that with. I love you, and I want you, only you. I’ve known since our second date that you’d be the one I marry, the one I’d grow old with. You mean so much to me, and I never want to lose you. Will you please marry me, so I can keep showing you how much I love you for as long as I live?” He’s crying too, and he’s holding the ring box out for you. Honestly, you don’t care much about it, only wanting Luke.

“Yes! Oh my god! Yes!” you’re jumping up and down, unsure what to do with all your excitement. Luke grabs your left hand, slipping the ring onto it, before pulling you in for a soft kiss. You’re both giggling through it, basking in the happy moment. 

You hear Jack and Quinn barreling down the backyard toward you both before you see them. Soon, they’re engulfing their brother and their soon-to-be-sister-in-law in a group hug. They had woken up early to go work out and saw the two of you at the dock, waiting patiently until the proposal was complete to come congratulate you both.

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[cod-dump]

Sickness

PriceGraves, NikPriceGraves

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Graves doesn't get sick easy. He has a very strong immune system. Yet when he does get sick...

"Remember hot summer days with a flat beer? Steaks on the grill, cicadas screaming. I miss those days... Will I ever see them again?"

"For fuck's sake, Phil, you're not dying."

Price has never met a man, a soldier, so dramatic while having the flu. You would believe he was dying, with a red nose while spread out in bed like he was trying not to smother. It was pathetic. Nik was whiny but at least he didn't try his damnedest to convince his partners he was dying.

"I could use affection," Graves whined, making a weak attempt at trying to grab Price.

"You could use medicine, soup, and sleep."

He stepped away and Graves fucking sobbed. Price had to remind himself he loved this man, no matter how annoying he could be. Price turned back around and leaned over, pressing a kiss to Graves' forehead. Damn he was burning up.

"You definitely need medicine."

Graves grunted as Price left to get some. He already had soup simmering on the stove, clean sheets in the dryer, a load with pajamas in the washer. He had to check on Graves at least every twenty minutes or he would start whining about being 'abandoned'. He was starting to compete with Nik on clinginess.

Price checked the soup, it smelled bland yet good. He didn't want to upset Graves' stomach after he noticed him dry heaving earlier that morning. The sheets were done drying and Price took them out and folded them. They would replace the current bed sheets after Graves takes a bath and changes his clothes.

"Joooohn," came the whine and Price sighed. He quickly shoved the wet pajamas in the dryer before returning to den of the dying man.

"I'm hungry," he didn't even cross the threshold when Graves cried.

"Soup is almost done. How about a bath first?"

It was like he had a toddler. Graves grumbled a 'no' and turned away from him. Price sighed, Nik was never this bad.

"Bath, then you can put clean clothes on, eat, and get in a nice clean bed."

Graves grumbled again, not making an effort to move. Price decided he was going to have to move him himself. He's been wanting manhandle him since he started the 'I'm dying' shit. Price left to run the bath, warm with soap, before he braces himself and returned to grab the man it was made for.

"Phillip," the sweet approach first, typically he hadn't need to go past it, "A bath will help make you feel better."

Graves seemed to melt with his tone, it might just work. So Price gently took his shoulders and coaxed him into sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed.

"Come on, love."

Graves was easy after that, he went to the bathroom without issue, only some hesitance to take his clothes off and get in the bath. Once he was settle Price gathered the sweaty night shirt and pants and threw them in the hamper.

"I never had such an issue of getting you out of your clothes."

Graves snorts, settled in the water and visibly relaxing. Price assumed it would be safe to leave him there while he finished the laundry and got the soup off the stove and into a bowl.

"I'll be right back, don't forget to clean your hair."

Price chose to not acknowledge the glare coming from Graves as he left the bedroom. Pajamas were clean and folded, he set a set aside to give to Graves to change into. A portion of soup ladled out for Graves, it would be cooled enough for him to eat by the time he was out of the bath.

Conveniently, he had a moment to breathe. No whining Graves, laundry done, no soup cooking. A true moment of silence. Then his phone rang. Price admits he groaned in frustration.

He grabbed his phone from the table and answered without looking, "Price speaking."

"My love!"

Price couldn't help the smile twitch onto his lips, "Yes, Nikolai?"

"You don't sound very happy to hear from me," god he could practically hear the pout.

"Sorry, dear, but I've been a bit preoccupied with a very needy Phil."

Nik laughs gleefully. Graves had gotten sick only once before since he got with them, Nik had the pleasure of caring for him while Price was on duty. Price mocked him when he told him about Graves' over the top dramatics while stuck with a cold. Now he was realizing his husband was, in fact, not exaggerating.

"Give him kisses for me. I'm still in Moscow. Not sure when I'll be home."

"You can give him your own kisses, he's been living off mine just fine."

Nik laughs, Price smiling at the sound. He saw Graves walk out of the hall, naked, in a half-asleep state. Price tried to suppress his sigh.

"Love, pants."

"WHAT!?"

Graves was dazed, looking at Price with a pitiful look, "Where's the PJ's?"

Price motions to the set he left aside for him before returning to his call with his husband.

"I have to go, have to make sure this gremlin eats."

"Fuck you," Graves muttered half-heartedly as he weakly grabbed the pajamas next to Price, dressing himself slowly.

"Fine fine, I will leave you be."

Price snickers, "Phil, Nik's on the phone."

Graves waddles over and leans against Price, reaching for the phone. Price let him take it, holding him by the waist. Graves practically melted against him as he mumbled into the phone.

"You should be here."

Price could faintly hear Nik reply sweetly, "I will be soon! I will come with plenty of kisses!"

"Promise?"

"Of course, любимый."

Graves hums, satisfied. He gives the phone back without another word and slips out of Price's hold, heading straight to the kitchen.

"I think he's done for now. Love you, travel safe."

"I'm flying, I'll be fine."

Price laughs before the call ended. He watches Graves take the bowl set aside for him and slumps over it, face stuck in the bowl, spoon laying forgotten by the bowl. Price groans, he's drinking it like a dog.

"Phillip-"

This was going to be a long week if he doesn't get better immediately tomorrow.

[harpsinfinity]

Saw your ask in community! My idea; reader and Leon having to hunker down in a building during a zombie attack. Don't know if you can work something steamy but can you give it a happy ending?

Thank you silly, I want to kiss your brain this is such a good idea

NSFW !! ↓↓↓

God damn, saving the presidents daughter was more of a daunting task that you imagined. If the freaky castle you were currently trapped in wasn't enough for you and Leon, were also lucky enough to stuck right in the middle of a zombie attack.

Lucky you !!

It didn't help that you were pressed tight against Leon, considering the tiny room you had to cram into was your only option to avoid the flesh eating creatures

It didn't help that you currently had a big fat crush on him, he was just so handsome, so strong. oh how you wanted nothing more than to bite down on one of his bulky biceps as he rutted into you wildly

But that wasn't something you could think about right now, what you needee to focus on was the current dilemma you were trapped in

You anxiously chewed on your bottom lip,

"Leon ! What are we going to do ?!"

You whisper-shouted to him,

"we're gonna have to wait it out"

You let out a muted groan, leaning against him. Your forehead was millimeters from his chest, you were close enough to bury your face in-between his meaty pecs. But you couldn't, not now.

You froze when a blood curdling scream ripped through the area, belonging to one of the zombies currently occupying where you desperately needed to get past.

The last thing you wanted was to lose yourself or your partner to one of those carnivorous freaks. A muffled grunt comes from above you, Leon's large hands gripping your shoulders.

"god, stay still"

His warm breath hitting the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You mumble a quick apology, his sapphire blue eyes piercing into yours in warning.

The room you were in certainly was cramped, you were sandwiches against him, not that you minded. Your hips were pressed dangerously close together against him, face nearly buried in his chest with his hands planted on the wall either side of your head.

"how long are we supposed to wait..?"

"a while."

"how longs 'a while' ?"

Leon doesn't provide you an answer, he darts his smouldering gaze to a gap in the wooden door Infront of the pair of you

"don't we at least need something to pass the time..?"

You speak before shifting to get comfortable, you hear a sharp breath from Leon. His large hands instantly gripping your hips, the warmth seeping through from his palms

"I told you to stay still"

You swore you felt something begin to poke your thigh, you swallowed the lump in your throat of what you thought it could possibly be. You were thankful for the dim lighting that concealed the rosy hue dusting your cheeks.

"sorry.."

You murmured, the beginnings of your next sentence were interrupted;

"fuck it"

You barley had any time to thing before his lips were on yours, pressing your hips tighter against his. You moaned as you felt his cock grow and strain against your thigh.

Fuck

He felt big..

You rutted against him, the fabric of your quickly dampening panties catching against your twitching clit. The grunt he let out did nothing to help.

Your eyes fluttered closed, a rough hand shoving in your hair to keep your lips pinned to his as his tongue swirled around yours.

Your hands blindly searched for his belt, clumsily undoing the buckle with a metallic clink. He groaned when you tugged the zipper down and began to palm at him.

You could barley fully cup him with your hand, it was maddening. The way his cock throbbed against your hand, copious amounts of pre staining the front of this boxers

His hand covers yours, pressing further into your palm and grinding his leaky cock against it.

"shit, I've been dreaming about this, about you. Dreamin' about it for so long"

He growls between kisses before shoving your hand away and pulling your pants down to your knees, pulling a gasp from you.

He wasted no time tugging down his boxers, his fat cock springing free. He fed it into you, inch by every thick, mouth watering inch.

"ohh- Leon"

You moaned lowly, you didn't need any undead hearing you while you were practically living you dream.

You had to bite down on a particularly whiny moan when one of the prominent veins on his cock caught on your walls.

His mouth captured yours as he began to rut into you wildly, his pace was uneven but that didn't matter. The curved shape of him slammed into your g-spot every time his hips where plush against yours.

When Leon pulled back, he had to swallow a deep groan, watching a string of shared drool form between both of your kiss-swollen, reddend lips.

His bulky arms caged you in, your face flush against his bicep as you finally got to do something you dreamed off for so long.

Your teeth sunk into the muscle, making you moan and muffling the string of them that followed.

Warmth exploded in your body, your walls tightening around his cock, still pulsing and twitching inside of you.

"i-i'm gonna-"

"come for me, fucking come"

He panted in your ear, his thrusts becoming sloppy and messy as he got closer to his own end

In a silent scream, you soaked his cock. You looked heavenly, eyes rolled back and jaw slack with drool seeping from the corner of your lips.

Leon followed suit, groaning in your ear as he filled you up impossibly full. It was like you were in euphoria. This was perfect.

The air was mixed with both of your hot breaths as you panted for air.

"you think they're gone now..?"

You questioned breathlessly, pressing your forehead against Leon's

He nodded

"yeah, they're gone. It's silent out there now"

After cleaning up and managing to conceal the share passion you pair had, you carried on with your mission: to save Ashley

(you couldn't help the giddy feeling in your stomach every now and then, though"

[ariestrxsh]

dealer!chris x dealer!reader

💸 content warning: smut/suggestive, dry humping, mentions of hard drugs and guns, enemies to lovers, slow burn

💸 summary: you and chris celebrate with a joint on the beach after selling all your product

there will be several parts to this story, and they will contain sex, drugs, violence, use of weapons, and a lot of things that could be triggering if you've ever been apart of the drug world or loved someone with an addiction. i don't mean to glorify drug use, selling, or anything like that, but i wanted this story to be realistic, so it does appear like a somewhat "glamorous" lifestyle to chris and the reader in the first few parts. i want to make it very clear that when you get involved in the drug world in real life, you usually end up in one of two places: the ground or prison.

WHEN SPARKS FLY

chapters: | intro | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

You and Chris had successfully moved all your product in three days, a personal record for you with twelve kilos. The two of you stood in your living room, staring into the duffle bag full of cash sitting on your coffee table after the final sale.

"Holy shit, ma," Chris whispered, staring wide-eyed at the several stacks of hundreds before his gaze flicked up to you. "I know. It never gets old," you mumbled, picking up a stack of cash and holding it to your nose. You deeply inhaled, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. You were so infatuated with everything about money. It was almost like being reunited with an old lover every time you made it all back.

You couldn't deny that you wouldn't have been able to do it without Chris. He'd spent more hours with you, bagging up product and helping you move it than he'd spent sleeping the past three days. You admired his charming demeanor and his strong work ethic, you knew he could make you a lot of profit, and you wanted to keep him happy.

You started separating out the cash, putting your portion in one pile and Chris' in another. Once you'd finished divvying it up, you motioned towards the pile of money nearest Chris. "Here. Here's your cut."

"Ma.." Chris started to say. "What?" You asked without looking up at him. "You gave me half," Chris quietly answered, wondering if it was a mistake. "You do good work, Chris. I want to keep doing business with you. You deserve half," you told him, your gaze still fixed on the money in front or you.

"Oh, my god, ma!" Chris exclaimed, his face lighting up as he wrapped his arms around you. "I don't do shit like this often, so don't get used to it," you replied, not reciprocating his hug, but it was hard for you to conceal your grin with Chris beaming with excitement.

"Thank you, ma. I can't believe you already gave me a raise. We should go celebrate!" Chris declared. "And do what?" You inquired, giving him a perplexed look, worried that he was going to suggest a crowded place with loud music.

"I was thinking of something low-key. Let's go smoke a joint on the beach or something. I mean, you don't have to smoke, but the offer's open, and it is a special occasion," Chris rambled. You contemplated it for a moment. After all, why not celebrate? The two of you were making more money than you ever had in your life, and it was just the beginning. Plus, it was a chance to bond with your business partner.

"I'll get us home safe. Take the night off. Leave your gun at home," Chris said, looking into your eyes. "Chris, what if something bad happens? What if I need it?" You wondered with an urgency in your voice. "You've got me. If anyone messes with you, I'll protect you," Chris told you, taking a step closer to you and looking you in the eye.

The way he said it made you feel safe, like he really meant it. It was at that moment that you decided maybe you could trust him. Maybe you had to. Maybe you'd already let him in too much. After a few minutes of deliberation and a few more convincing words from Chris, you agreed. "Fine," you responded after taking a deep breath.

You weren't typically the spontaneous type, but there was something about Chris that brought out that side of you, and in some ways, you liked that. The two of you drove out to the beach, listening to Chris' favorite Arctic Monkeys album on the way there.

Tonight, you weren't a dealer. You weren't a hustler, and you weren't on guard. You were just a human being. Now, the two of you were side-by-side on the shore under a blanket of stars as the sound of the waves crashing echoed in your ears, enjoying the simple pleasures life had to offer.

You kicked off your shoes, feeling the sand beneath your feet. You hesitantly glanced down at the cherry and the smoke that slowly drifted into the air as Chris passed you the joint. "C'mon, ma. It'll be fun. Let loose for a bit," Chris urged you.

You didn't like to feel out of control. You knew getting high could be dangerous for you. You couldn't let your guard down. You couldn't let yourself slip up, admit your growing feelings for Chris, and possibly ruin your business relationship with him.

All the possibilities of all the bad things that could happen if you let yourself fully relax ran through your mind, and for a second, you thought, so what? "Fine," you sighed, taking it from him.

You held it up to your lips, the smoke stinging your lungs as you took a slow, long drag before exhaling with a cough. The dopamine flooded your system immediately, leaving you with a warm, fuzzy feeling. It was nice to have a night off from being a dealer and instead finding yourself on the other end as a consumer. It was nice to let go of the rigidity of your lifestyle and finally get to just be.

You took another puff, allowing yourself to sink into the sensation. You gave Chris back his weed. "How do you feel?" He wondered. "I feel high," you murmured, a smile spreading across your lips and your eyelids growing heavy. He grinned back at you, admiring how cute you looked in the moonlight, the light breeze gently catching your hair.

Chris pulled from the joint, inhaling smoke into his lungs. The two of you sat quietly for a few minutes, enjoying each other's company and listening to the soothing sound of the ocean's tide being pulled by the full moon that illuminated everything around you.

"Daisy broke up with me last night," Chris quietly chimed in, breaking the silence between you. "Oh, shit. Chris. I'm so sorry. What happened?" You replied in a soft, sympathetic voice. "What always happens, ma," Chris answered you, his gaze fixed on his ring that he was fiddling with.

"I didn't mean to make you tell her before you were ready," you leaned over and placed a reassuring hand on his back, feeling somewhat guilty for their relationship ending. "It's alright, ma. You were right. She was going to leave anyway. I should have told her sooner. It's for the best," Chris said in a solemn tone before taking another hit.

You didn't know what to say, and so you didn't say anything, fearing you'd make it worse if you opened your mouth in your current state of mind. You just sat next to him quietly, passing the joint back and forth, gently running your fingernails in a repetitive pattern up and down his back. He relaxed into your soothing touch.

"Ma, that feels so good," he said in a soft voice. A quiet whimper escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut as you continued to caress him. You inched a bit closer to him and rested your head against his.

There was a small, sick part of him that was relieved. He could indulge in his late night fantasies about you and let his gaze linger on you without feeling guilty about it.

The two of you glanced up at each other simultaneously, and for a moment, the sexual tension between the two of you was undeniable. The look you each gave each other of burning desire didn't need words to be expressed and understood. A silent agreement was made.

Without thinking through what you were about to do, you just followed where temptation led you. You shifted, swinging your leg around Chris and straddling him. You stared deeply into his blue eyes, placing a hand on either side of his face as he sat quietly, gazing at you as his heart began to thrum in his chest. Your nose brushed against his as you leaned in, and the two of you each hesitated for a second, acknowledging that once you opened this door, it couldn't be closed.

You savored the moment before the kiss, the anticipation, and the way Chris' warm, shallow breath felt against your lips right before giving in. Not a single force on Earth could interfere with the magnetic pull, drawing the two of you together.

The kiss was tender at first, your soft lip grazing his, and it slowly grew deeper and more passionate as your tongue slipped into his mouth. Your trembling hands traveled to his chest as you stabilized yourself.

You could feel his hardening cock pressing against the front of your jeans, and you just couldn't help yourself. You found yourself rolling your hips forward and shifting your weight onto his lap, earning a sensual moan from Chris that vibrated against your lips.

You continued grinding against his bulge, and Chris' curious hands found their way to your waist, the half-smoked joint still wedged between two of his fingers. He guided your hips as you continued your movements, the added pressure feeling incredible every time his hard cock rubbed up against the seam of your jeans, stimulating your swollen clit.

You shuddered at the sensation, melting into the boy beneath you that you hadn't been able to keep your mind off of. You loved the feeling of kissing him, his pillow-soft lips, his velvet-like tongue, and the soft hums he elicited as you practically rode him with your clothes on.

"Can't resist me, can you, ma?" Chris rasped in a low voice as he pulled away from the kiss, reaching up to caress your cheek with his free hand. You firmly grabbed his wrist and started gently suckling on the tips of his fingers. "Oh, shit," he whispered, watching your mouth as you slid down to his knuckles, feeling the cool metal of his rings against your lips.

You could feel his cock jerk underneath you as you repeated this motion, alternating between a few of his long, slender digits, pressing your body weight against his dick. He loved every second of it. "Good girl," he quietly praised you as he imagined you sucking on something else. His words sent an electric surge straight to your clit, and you could feel the wetness between your legs that was likely seeping through your clothing by now.

Chris felt the heat from the joint as it widdled down towards the end of the paper, but he was too wrapped in you to care if it burned him. You brought your behavior to a stop, a wave of embarrassment overcoming you as you reflected on how impulsively you'd acted and how pathetic you probably looked humping Chris like a dog in heat after just a few puffs of weed.

"Fuck!" You exclaimed after pulling Chris' finger out from behind your lips and climbing off of his lap. "I don't know why I just did that," you muttered, completely humiiated as you retreated back to your spot in the sand. Chris stayed put for a moment, looking at you wide-eyed with his hard cock straining against his pants.

"Fuck, ma. I don't know why you stopped," Chris whispered, still processing what had just happened. "That was so inappropriate of me. I am so sorry," you mumbled with your face hiding in your hands.

"Why? Because I've been single for less than twenty-four hours or because you're kind of my boss?" Chris chuckled after taking a final hit of the joint and putting it out in the sand. You laughed with your embarrassed expression still buried in your palms.

"Either way, ma. I really liked it," Chris replied, nudging you in the arm as a smile spread across his lips. You picked your head up to finally look at him, face flushed and finding it rather hard to maintain eye contact. You wanted to kiss him again, but it felt like the moment had passed, and you were still embarrassed about how you'd thrown yourself at him.

Suddenly, you felt violently high, your heart beating in your ears and your head pounding. "I don't feel very good," you mumbled under your breath. "Here, give me your keys. Let's get you home," Chris said, springing into action once he recognized that you were most likely greening out.

He picked you up and carried you across the beach back to the car as you incoherently babbled about how sorry you were for crossing the line. He hushed you and assured you that you didn't have anything to apologize for.

He helped you into the car, and as soon as he got into the driver seat, you were softly snoring with your head resting against the window. Chris kept the music at a low volume and drove carefully as to not wake you. Once he pulled into your driveway, you began to stir. He reached over and caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

"We're here, ma," he softly told you. "Here? Where?" You asked, still feeling heavily intoxicated. "Your house, ma," Chris giggled, shutting off the car and getting out so that he could help you into your place.

"Chris, that was so nice. You didn't have to take me home," you grumbled to him as he guided you through your front door. "You're right. I should have left you stoned on the beach by yourself," he laughed, knowing that of course he had to take you home, and just because he knew he had to, didn't mean that it was an inconvenience at all.

Chris carried you up your stairs and set you down softly on your bed. "Goodnight, ma. I hope you get some rest. I'm sorry for pressuring you into smoking," he said, shaking his head and feeling guilty for the state you were in.

"I chose to smoke, Chris. You couldn't pressure me into anything if you wanted to," you mumbled, slipping out of your jeans until you were in just a t-shirt and your underwear. Chris diverted his gaze as you started to undress, and he made his way towards your bedroom door to give you privacy.

"Where are you going?" You asked him as he started to close the door behind him. "I'll just walk to Dais -" he started to say, but then he remembered that walking to Daisy's wasn't an option anymore. "I'll just call an Uber, ma. Don't worry about me."

"Chris," you whined, reaching for him like a toddler asking to be picked up as you laid helplessly on your bed. "What is it, ma?" Chris asked, poking his head back into your bedroom. "What if you stayed the night here?" You wondered. "I mean, yeah, sure. If you're offering. I wouldn't mind crashing on your couch. It would save me a trip," he responded.

"No. I want you to sleep right here," you mumbled, patting the empty side of the bed beside you with a playful smile on your face. Chris raised an eyebrow, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lip. He could already tell what you were about to say next based on your body language.

"Please, Chris. I want you to fuck me," you begged him, biting your lip. "Ma, you're really messed up. I can't take advantage of that," Chris responded, taking a seat beside you on your bed and choosing his words carefully because he didn't want you to think he was uninterested. He just didn't want your first time to happen under these circumstances.

"Please. I need you," you replied, your voice saturated with lust as you started to take off your panties. "Woah! Hey," Chris exclaimed, stopping you from slipping them off. "Not like this, ma. If you still want to when you're sober, we can, but not when you can barely stand on your own. I'll lay in bed with you if all we're doing is sleeping."

"Okay. We can just sleep. I just want you here next to me," you whined, clutching your pillow in your arms and pulling it into your chest. "Alright, ma. But no funny business. Let's get you some pants," Chris replied, picking up a pair of sweatpants off of your floor and tossing them to you.

You slipped them on and curled up under your blanket. Chris crawled into bed beside you after shutting off your light. He pulled you close and kissed you on the forehead. "Night, ma," Chris whispered before closing his eyes. A few minutes later, he heard the sound of your soft snoring as you drifted off to sleep beside him.

When he was certain you were out, he slipped out of your sheets, snuck downstairs, and made his way out the door. As he waited out front for his uber, lighting up a joint, he smiled to himself, reflecting on the night and how boldly you'd climbed onto his lap and started making out with him.

He hoped that you were developing feelings for him the same way he was for you and that it wasn't just a purely lustful gesture earlier, but he couldn't be sure. Hell, he couldn't even be sure that you'd remember any of it in the morning, which was part of the reason he didn't want to be in your bed when you woke up.

[mychlapci]

hey chat have we considered accidental forcefemming. this could honestly go for any of the rescue bots but I’m chasebrained rn so here we go. Charlie is looking for chase one day and is checking the bots little secret bunker when he accidentally stumbles on Chase in the wash rack (I’m assuming they have one somewhere down there, at least on their ship) and somehow only sees chase’s valve.

Charlie feels awful, forcing human gender norms onto his partner. he never even asked any of the bots if they were actually male (or at least the bot equivalent)!! he knows how Chase is, as much as the bot is a rule-follower, he (she!) is also a massive people pleaser. She probably just went along with the humans assumptions so she wouldn’t cause a fuss, poor thing. so, Charlie makes a plan: he’ll slowly get Chase used to humans using her pronouns (Chase gets so overwhelmed by change, he really needs to ease her in) and then he’ll tell everyone else!

…unfortunately, he quickly realizes he doesn’t actually use gendered pronouns that often when talking directly to Chase. because that’s how conversations work. so he plans again.

he often called Chase “partner”; so, when they’re on patrol and Chase points out a power line that looks unstable, Charlie says, “nice job, doll” (Charlie is def a guy who calls women doll and I love him for it). Chase’s engine spikes, but he doesn’t say anything. Charlie congratulates himself on his first step towards a happy partner. Chase wonders why his partner is calling him an inanimate object.

Chase does a little research later, and discovers the name is also considered a “pet name” (but it’s not a name used for human animal companions- earth is very strange indeed)…. usually associated with human females. Chase decides to brush it off as a slip of the tongue on Charlie’s part, probably caused by a long patrol.

But it keeps happening.

“Doll” appears a lot; “honey” a few times; “sweetheart”, twice, and both after Chase put himself in danger. Chase wants to pretend it’s not affecting him, but hearing his Chief’s voice sound so worried as he asks “you alright sweetheart?” definitely does something to his spark. and his modesty paneling.

Chase begins to covet his alone time with chief. Charlie is always softer when it’s just the two of them, always asking if he’s feeling alright, asking his opinion, complimenting his polish. Not that he wasn’t doing that before, but somehow, ever since that first pet name, it’s been….. different. Chase feels almost dainty with chief sometimes. He feels… sweeter. He likes when Chief pets his steering wheel when he’s talking about police codes, and when Chief pets his hood when he’s stuck in vehicle mode in front of civilians.

And as these things do, they escalate.

Chief is walking through the bunker when he spots Chase, rubbing his face with a cloth trying to get a spot off his faceplate. Charlie pauses, thinking about where his other kids are. He figures they’ll be gone long enough, and walks over to his partner.

“Here, let me get that hon,” he says, and he chuckles quietly at the little blue flush that appears. Chase obediently gets on his knees and leans down so Charlie can reach him, and as Chief gently rubs his car’s face down, he coos when he hears the little purr Chase’s engine is making.

“Aww, what a sweet girl”, he says, and Chase, a pile of goo, just gently nods along.

He’s still a little confused, but he also just shakes it off and lets himself relax under Charlie’s ministrations. If his Chief decides he’s a girl, then he guesses he’s just a girl :)))

[this is way less sexual than I intended but if we all imagine hard enough it will be. good night and god bless and also ignore all typos im painting my nails while typing this]

omg... chief burns calling chase "doll" is literally so hot actually. chase might feel a little offended at first, sure they’re pretending to be machines but the chief doesn’t have to compare him to a malleable inanimate toy. but after all his research and the tons of detective noir movies and books he watches and reads, he’ll quickly get the hang of human pet names. he gets it now, chief is being nice to him, he’s being affectionate. he thinks of chase as his girl, his doll, his sweetheart. so yeah, she’ll be the chief’s girl. his baby and honey.

[swagyalastorwife]

Yandere!Adam ,Yandere!Mammon x reader

Author notes :hiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️so I made this headcanons after a request I hope you like it sorry for the spelling mistakes 😅

And huys requests are open

⚠️warning ⚠️:sexual allusion, violent vocabulary, kidnapping

Mammon💰

◇ My god, drawing attention of the sin of greed is certainly not the best thing that could have happened to you.

◇He saw you in the public for the first time, your friend forced you to accompany him in one of his clown shows.

◇And when he laid eyes on you, he knew you were the one for him, he wanted you. So he decided to go talk to you after the show I mean who wouldn't want the big, handsome and strong mammon to be interested in them:

" heyyy hello, would you like to come for a ride with me if you see what I mean ;-)"

" yuck no thanks it’ll be fine "

◇ Then you left leaving him alone

◇This only strengthened his love for you he will stalk you on your social media, in the street, whatever he can do to get you he will do it.

◇I sincerely think he will go so far as to kidnap you.

◇He will lock you in this room he will force you to love him, to touch him, to kiss him, he wants you and he will do everything to make you his and his alone!

◇Now let's imagine that you love him too, he will be so happy,

◇He will expose you everywhere to show everyone how sexy his partner is he will touch you and kiss you in public to show the world who the fuck you belong to.

◇He will be a very jealous and possessive partner/kidnapper he will be ready to destroy anyone who dares to look at you too long, touch you or compliment you. My god you are his, and no one has the right to try to steal you from him!

◇Every curve of your body is his, he loves to touch you and caress you in the evening in your shared bed,

◇ He sticks to you then caresses you in a very gentle way, to give you shivers, he loves the way your back arches under his touch, I'll let you guess what happens next

Adam😇

♡This guy you want and will have you no matter what

♡He will stalk you and harass you

♡ He will probably wait outside your house on purpose to pretend to meet you and will follow you all the way and will tell you about these exploits as the first man on earth, about the original cock

♡ he will definitely send you a lot of messages like:

"Hey baby i miss you ~"

" BITCH ANSWER ME!"

" haa~ sorry baby I didn't mean to get angry, you know with you getting stressed, it's really only you who can relax me~ "

♡You understood what i am talking about

♡And if you don't give in to these advances he will find himself forced to kill the people who steal you from him, he will be ready to kill your family, friends and everything else so that you find yourself alone and run into his arms

♡If you don't give in he will force you to love him, he will steal you from the world and keep you safe in his home he wants you and he will fucking have you. he will tie you to his bed, and pretend that you are there of your own free will, he will give you gifts and kiss you.... if you agree to be with him from the beginning he will be in heaven, he will be so happy, he will spoil you he will do everything to make you happy, because his greatest fear is that you will leave him just like these other wife .

♡He is a very jealous and possessive man who wants you and he will always desire you.

♡Like mammon he showed you to all of paradise, he is proud to have you as a partner and he wants everyone to know who you belong to

♤I hope you are ready for this cause, In summary Mammon and Adam his 2 similar yandere ready to do anything to keep the love of their life close to them

I hope you like it(^-^)/❤️

requests are open so Don't hesitate to send me your ideas ❤️❤️❤️

[forestgreenlesbian]

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[moth-flowers]

moth-flowers #17

[domeniudulce]

The idea that Gascoigne and Henryk were hunting partners (presumably with Henryk being Gascoigne's elder and mentor) and that Viola was Henryk's daughter is the funniest shit. Like how do you think that went over.

[wutheringmights]

also i really shouldn't have written stp because now i have a million ideas for spirit's adventures in new hyrule that I will never have time to actually write :((

[vaguely-concerned]

just going about my day idly contemplating how some of the ways hawke can interact with a romanced anders are not at all unlike how they interact with leandra (and a bit of carver too, especially with a purple hawke), and then thought about my hawke in the timeline where he romances anders and was hit straight in the face with 'was he ever actually in love, or was he just desperately trying to renegotiate with his mother's ghost in any way he could' and now i need to lie down. this is the power of dragon age 2

[hauntingblue]

Last arcane episode ever..... here we fucking go....

[crystalsprinklescake]

“And I always fall hopelessly in love with my skating partners”

Adam telling on himself that he fell hopelessly in love with Tadashi when he was young.

Skating as a ritual of love. Ok.

Come get your man, Tadashi.

[landofgay]

I hope today was the worst day of my year. because today sucked. but I think it's gonna get better now

[starryluminary]

So