#“Her glass is empty pour her some more!” 😂😂

[merbear25]

Visiting with my in-laws always makes me incredibly nervous.

[mad-maximoff]

We Met Again

Part 2 of When We Met since y’all asked so damn much! I just hope this one doesn't get censored too😅

Summary: You were on a 6-month-long mission with Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes only to come back to the compound and face Wanda.

Warnings: G!P reader, angst, making out, unprotected sex, ejaculation , soft sex turned rough, hair-pulling, breaking the bed (literally😂),

Word Count: 3,702

Prt 1 Here

"Welcome back Y/n, how was your little adventure with the boys?" Kate Bishop stood behind the bar making herself a pink alcoholic slush of some sort. You were covered in dirt and soot from head to toe. You just got off a mission with Sam and Bucky. You were in Egypt going about looking for a highly classified terrorist ring. Thankfully you got to them before they started their reign. 

"Adventure my ass. I slept on the dirt while the boys slept in cozy beds like princesses. I tell you what I need is a shower and to take a well-deserved dirt nap in a real bed." You threw your weapons on the table halting at a chair and flinging off your boots. "I'll clean this shit up later Kat, I've been waiting for this." You turned to see Kate pouring herself a tall misshapen glass full of pink slush. "Sure thing Y/n, you and I are the only ones here I think. You want the rest?" She licked the side of her glass where she spilt. "Why not, might help me crash harder." You reached around Kate grabbing the whole blender. There was more than a mouthful left. You thought maybe it was strawberry daiquiri, so you thought nothing of it and chugged it. The first sip made you gag.

"Jesus Christ Bishop! Paloma? Really? What are you 40? You've been around Potts too long. Good lord.." You hated tequila, especially grapefruit. You polished it off not backing down leaving it on a table in the middle of the hallway. You knew there were empty beds not touched by any of the other Avengers. Basically new. It was funny really. Everything to you looked new but it was just the same as the last time you were down this hallway. Maybe it looked new because the last time you were here you were drunk with your pants around your ankles. Come to think of it. That table was new. You pivoted around noticing the table on further inspection. You saw a crack along the wall. Oh yeah, you remember. That was the spot. The spot where you and Wanda...

Yeah...Wanda...

You remember where her room was. You remember you crashed there after you both finished your fun in the hall. Curiosity killed the cat. You noticed the door was slightly cracked allowing light to shine through. But it was almost midnight, it wasn't natural light. It was from a light. Is she there? Did she forget to turn off the lights? Maybe. You pondered. Kate did say after all you two were the two here so it was bound she forgot. It's a common mistake. 

You tip-toed over to her room letting your fingers creep through the part between the door and the wall slightly allowing the length of your fingers to pry the door a bit more. Your strength got the hold of you as it flung open. Wanda was sitting at the edge of her bed in her room, with her leg raised to lean her elbow on her knee, underneath her chin. 

"Kate honey I told you for the third time today. We can drink and watch Sex and The City tomorrow. I don't feel up to it." She huffed watching the news. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes darting back and forth watching the live footage of whatever catastrophe happened. "So you're the one drinking Palomas huh?" You leaned in the door frame crossing your arms. You had to laugh. You never thought she was a cocktail girl. Though..you never thought she was the kind to give blowjobs either but you were surprised by both.

"Oh..it's you...no I don't drink that shit. She found Tony's recipe book for Pepper and his date nights and she's drinking like a fish...When did you come back to the States?" She was genuinely surprised to see me. Her leg fell from where it was prompted. Wanda stood up walking the length of her bedframe around to meet you.

You were shocked also. Maybe she wasn't showing yet? You swore you thought you'd come home and find her pregnant but unless she's super athletic or has it hidden she doesn't look like she's expecting.

"Ah 30 minutes ago. Um..stupid question.." You scratched your head looking down at Wanda then back up at her eyes. She laughed standing in front of you. Her hand reached to your cheek whipping the loose dirt from your undereye. 

"Haha no! Unfortunately, I'm not pregnant. I don't know how. I always thought that first tries always work. I even helped you out a bit." 

"Unfortunately? You wanted me to get you pregnant? Are you insane? You don't even know me and you want kids from me! I'm too young to have a family! Even with my powers...let alone, what gives you the right to choose for me!" You broke her hand away backing away. You had to leave or else there'll be bigger cracks in the wall. 

"Y/n please, I never meant to hurt you. I just got confused that's all. You were so nice to me and after I lost Vis 2 times and lost my boys I just felt you comforted me. That's all." Wanda reached again grasping your bicep. You pulled away again this time hitting the wood casing around the frame with your elbow. The wood casing flew off behind you hitting the hallway floor.

"No! Don’t you dare touch me! All you cared about was yourself! Just because someone showed you comfort doesn't mean you let them cum inside you, Wanda! That's really fucked up! I'm sorry you lost your family but you can't just use me to play house!" You growled noticing your rage was becoming the better of you. Wanda through your eyes was becoming tiny. Her body language was making her small. Curling her fingers into the sleeves of her black cardigan, crossing her arm over to her elbow. She looked down at her bare feet letting out a shakey breath.

"I'm really sorry Y/n...I don't know what I was thinking. I've been so used to having people around me. That it feels weird to be by myself." Wanda's head was bowed letting her newly brown hair almost cover her head. A tiny tear ran down her blushed cheek wiping it away quickly.

All you saw was red. Not by Wanda's magic. But for some reason, you were enraged. How could you be this angry over something you fully did with Wanda 6 months ago? Maybe you do have a tiny bit of an anger problem. Little? In this case, that's an understatement. 

You huffed feeling the hot pressure on your chest cool down to your stomach. You think seeing Wanda so visibly upset may have broken your cross attitude. 

"Get used to it, Wanda." You had to storm off. If the conversation got any more heated; one of you was going to end up in a wall. And it was most likely going to be you. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe if I get some sleep and a good shower I can speak to her more clearly. 

You thought gliding to one of the newly furnished rooms. 

Each room had its own bathroom. Tony is a playboy so obviously the bathroom was soundproof. The entire compound was all technology so a press of a button and the bedroom could be soundproof. You didn't need that tonight. You wished there was a switch to soundproof your head. 

How could I snap like that? I haven't done that in years! What the hell was I thinking to begin with?! You felt like you could stand under the hot water for hours. It took two layers of body wash just to scrub away the dirt from your body and finally feel human. Maybe you were scrubbing off your anger with it in a sense. You had your little outbursts but this one almost made you black out. Your lofa scraped at your skin furiously, leaving little imprints everywhere. Your back flexed in the mirror examining your clean body. Your hips were women but your shoulders and torso were the shape of a man. You had average-sized breasts. They were nothing special, they were nice to look at but nothing that could turn any heads. Perhaps you could say they were bigger than average but you never noticed.

You got out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around your waistbone, as you inhaled walking to the foot of your bed your v-line showed every breath you took. You thought if someone was to walk in it would be less surprising seeing you topless instead of bottomless. 

"Fuck...you got buff little one.." You gasped in fright hearing Wanda's quiet voice coming from the chair hidden next to the wall. Wanda's makeup was smeared all over her under her eyes. She was sniffling back what little tears she produced. She was crying heavily, using the sleeves of her cardigan. "What the fuck do you want now? Can't you see I'm busy? I'm not giving in to your mind games." You turned to face your back to her loosening the towel from your waist to dry your legs. You reached around putting on a pair of boxer briefs. You heard a creek come from the corner of your room knowing Wanda got up. Her bare feet were quiet on the hardwood but not quiet enough for you to hear. 

"No mind games Y/n. I-I...wanted to apologize...you were right. I need to start learning how to be on my own. I deserve to be alone. I shouldn't have let you do those things to me." She held back a cry making her eyes gloss over. 

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was actually going to apologize to you. I don't know what came over me. I lost my temper too quickly. I haven't done that in years. I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Your hands lifted Wanda's chin to look at you, letting all of her hair fall back behind her shoulders. She looked like a baby raccoon. It was cute but you felt awful that she was crying because of you. "I'm so sorry Wanda." Wanda's hands placed around your hips, sliding herself closer to your body. You pulled her in deeper holding her close. Her head rested on your shoulder letting her finish her cries. Your hands caressed her skull, intertwining with her locs. 

"It's okay..please, please stop crying. You're making me feel worse." You sat her down on the foot of the bed still massaging Wanda's head. She buried her face in your chest noticing her sobs being muffled into silent sniffles. One of your hands dropped placing it on her chest, directly on top of her heart. Her beats were rapid on the first touch, but once you dragged your fingertips along her skin she settled. Your other hand finally dropped rubbing her spine. She was frail in comparison to your body. Every muscle you flexed made it seem more apparent. 

"Thank you," she sniffled, using her sleeve to wipe away her stained makeup. "Thank you very much Y/n. I feel like sometimes I can just go off the handle." Wanda wiped another tear with her sleeve again, the tears glossed in her eyes and made her pupils sparkle as she looked so passionately into your eyes. 

"It's fine Wanda. We all go off the handle some days. I did it on you earlier. We just need to relax a little. The both of us." 

                             ╳°»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«°╳

You and Wanda laid down together in silence. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence however, it felt somehow to you a healing silence. You two didn’t need to talk, that’s what got you two into shit before. Just cuddling together. Wanda laid her head on your bare chest. You threw on a random stupid movie on TV, it was one of those goofy movies that two dudes probably smoked a joint and started filming. You didn’t like it; Wanda found it comical. She’d laugh at the slightest action or joke. 15 minutes later however she was silent. You peered down checking up on her. Her eyes fluttered, she was falling asleep. You twitched which made her jump. 

“Jesus…what’s happened?” She whispered. I knew she fell asleep for a moment. You could hear it in her tone. Groggy and low. 

“Nothing sorry. My leg just spasmed. It’s okay, you can go back to sleep.” Your hand ran down Wanda's thigh. Her skin was soft just like you remembered. 

“Shut up, I wasn't sleeping.” She giggled rolling her head the other way. 

“Oh I'm sorry, I just saw the stucco on the ceiling coming apart so I thought you were snoring.” You joked.

“Fuck off!” She laughed sitting up on your lap. “I do not snore!” Her hands grasped a fist full of your bare breasts in either hand. It felt good to be handled again. As soon as her hands touched you that way, you instantly felt you were getting hard. It wasn't an embarrassment any longer. You had another one-night encounter after Wanda that made feel 10x better about your appearance. 

“No, that's just loudly humming in your sleep isn't it?” Your hands tightened around her hips slowly moving them back and forth. Wanda sucked air through her teeth letting a little gasp. "Ohh-stop!" She laughed biting her lower lip. "You want something else don't you detka?" Her dress grazed the front of your boxers, just to tease you. 

"Perhaps. This time, it's on my terms. This time." Your hands pushed down on Wanda's thighs rubbing your forming bludge on the fabric of her panties. Her brows raised, turning her cheeks into a rose colour. "Really? Would you still want to? Even after everything I did?..."  

“Of course.” You freed your hands from her thighs, swishing a strand of her hair away from her face looking into her emerald eyes. She giggled again looking down at your chest. “You’re tits are huge Y/n.” Wanda’s hands clutched my full chest. "I don't think I saw them last time." She squeezed each handful. You whinced with her nails digging into your skin. 

"Ha! Well, I hope you remember something else's size." You joked lightly tugging at your boxers. “Hmm..I think I definitely need a refresher.” Wanda tugged the hem of her dress; pulling it over her head as her arms whisked it to the floor. Wanda’s hands jerked at the elastic band around your hips. Your fairly large erection greeted both of you with a fair shock as it bounced its way to freedom. “Oh yes, I remember now.” Her tongue folded against the tops of her teeth. Your hands held a firm grip on either side of Wanda’s panties ripping them off. “Seems you don’t need this huh?” She giggled letting out a small whimper. “Fuck-…can we stop all this talking Y/n? I really need you.” Your fingers trailed along her mound going further in her slit. Her inner core was silk. Your finger slipped inside effortlessly. Her little sounds became more low. “Oh…g-god.” Her head dropped down making her lips lay on mine. "Stop fucking teasing me..." She groaned as her teeth bit the bottom of my lip. "Okay, you asked for it." You flipped Wanda onto her back. The bed's feet raised as the bed made a thump. "Did you want condoms?" 

"N-no. No, Wanda, I can pull out." You bent down locking your lips with hers again. "Haha..sure, sure you can Y/n." Wanda's eyes glowed red again briefly. "Fuck no more games. Just let me fuck you by myself." Your fingers slid between Wanda's folds before slipping your cock inside. She gasped curling her fingers into the sheets. Your hands planted on the mattress on either side of Wanda's head. She uncurled her fingers from the bedsheets, moving them around your wrists. Her breaths were choppy trying to get ahold. You thought she looked so beautiful underneath you, the way her skin naturally glowed, her pearly white smile chewing her bottom lip, the way she looked at you. Not in a loving way just yet, in an adoring way? A needing way. 

"Go on. Keep making those pretty sounds for me, sweetheart." Your hips dove in feeling her walls coating you effortlessly. Wanda’s whines grew deafening, her eyes did not stop turning shades of red. 

“Oh shit…y/n…uh-…” Wanda's head rolled back on the mattress. Dropping her jaw open. You began to thrust with a heavy pace. Becoming quick with every moan that escaped Wanda’s lips. The bed frame formed a squeaking noise with each pump into the brunette. Wanda’s leg had a hard time trying to stay afloat around your hips, slipping every movement you two shared. You stopped pulling out briefly. 

“What-..Y/n? Why did stop?! Continuă…” Wanda cried out allowing her hands to fall scratching your biceps. “I will, don't worry. Go flip on your stomach, on your knees and bend over.” Wanda sighed a sly smile flipping onto her knees, arching her back letting her chest lay on the mattress. She glanced over her shoulder with her hair covering her face. Your hand traced her temple softly, leading your fingers into the brunette's long strands. Grasping a fistful of Wanda’s hair. You peered down watching your cock twitch in anticipation with Wanda’s ass sway in the same feeling of suspense. Your other hand grasped Wanda’s thigh sliding your shaft back into her slick folds. 

“Oh…fuck-” Wanda sucked air through her teeth tilting her head down with your hand still tight on her hair. You did begin to thrust slowly as you once did, you began to ram yourself deeply inside the witch as though you were pushing through air. Wanda's hand gave out mid-pump landing on her chest. Her hands gripped the bedsheets as she tried to move her head to a more comfortable spot. "Fuck...you have such a nice ass." You twisted Wanda's hair around your knuckles applying a forceful tug. Her head raised leaving a spot of drool on the sheets. "Uh-huh!" Wanda's head cocked further to watch you. Your hand jerked the fistful of Wanda's hair pulling her hair as hard as you could muster without ripping all of her hair out entirely. Her body lifted off the mattress onto her knees. Her back pressed on your chest laying her head on your shoulder. "Oh god!...Shit!" Your wrist could not take it anymore, you let go of Wanda's hair allowing it to fall behind your shoulder. Your hand relaxed on Wanda's thigh attaching every finger around the softest part of her leg. Wanda's arm flung around your throat holding herself up. "Shit...I'm going to cum..." Wanda's moans were silent as she took a small breath. "Huh? Good baby...me too." You sighed out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher up to your point of no return. "Do it Y/n." Wanda used her knees bouncing her body against you. 

"Do what Wand?" You groaned in her ear smelling her sweet perfume sweat off onto you. "Cum in me...please..." Her cheek heated on yours as you felt her jaw lock open not letting another sound out. "Y-you sure? I don't know." You did not want to take that chance again, you had some rendezvous with a certain green bulky woman in Egypt, knowing you mastered your craft of pulling out. If you did not get her pregnant 6 months ago, hell, you couldn't do it again right? 

"F-fine...you want me to cum inside you huh?" You huffed tightening your grip on Wanda's thighs, the wooden bedframe continued to rattle. The frame began to bell out with your knees ready to cave. "Yes! Yes!" 

"Yes, what?" 

"Cum inside me Y/n! Fill me!" Wanda's voice shrieked out letting go of a low-toned moan. "Oh god! I'm cumming!" Wanda grasped firmly on your neck vibrating her entire body. Her eyes glow red tracing red mists around both of your bodies. "Fuck!" The pressure within you exploded, you could not think if it was you that came or if Wanda had some help to speed it up. You felt your cock throb spewing out your cum in the witch. She tried her best to make her body stay still, her thighs would not stop fidgeting. You bucked your knees forward to have Wanda fall on her stomach as you fell with her. The bedframe finally gave way as the mattress hit the floor. You both hit a thump, Wanda chuckled under your body softly as she took a quick breath. "Well, shit. How do you expect to explain this to Tony?" 

"We'll blame Kate," You sighed wiping a bead of sweat from your brow. "She got too drunk and we found her jumping on the bed. Agreed?" 

"Agreed detka. Let's get out of here. We can go to my room." You arose to see the bedposts still standing but the wood beams holding the bed just fell. "Well, this was a great welcome back." You stretched out your arms above your head hearing the cracks of your shoulder blades. "I'd say so." You stood up from the mattress whisking your boxers off the floor. 

"Y/n? You don't need those." Wanda sat up on her knees running her hands through her hair. You bent over as you picked Wanda up by her thighs and wrapped them around your waist. "Haha! I sure do. I don't want to scare Kate if we run into her." You took hefty strides over to the bedroom door, making your way down the hall to Wanda's room. Wanda draped her hands around your neck giving a sly little smile as she looked over her shoulder. Her wrist flicked a red mist, you witnessed the red mist run down the staircase doing nothing after it left the stairs. "There. She won't bug us. I put her to sleep for the night. Now, we can have more fun." 

"Good. Let's hope I don't break your bed this time." 

"Well, don't promise that. I'd love you to ruin me." Her finger traced along your jaw down your throat. "Ask, and you shall receive." 

[lasirenatarot]

💞What’s next for you when it comes to love? {until the end of 2023; prediction for singles}💞

« ‘cause I love to love, to love, to love you, I hate to hate, to hate, to hate you… »

Pick a picture:

*if traditional gender roles don’t apply to your situation convert the words to feminine & masculine energy*

1->2

3->4

5

Pile 1:

Looooooovely pile!!!

You’ve probably waited for such love for a long time. A new person might appear in your life, in your eyes s/he will be like a « knight on a white horse ».

If you DO meet this person during sept.-end of december time frame, you might meet them at work, at a bank, somewhere closely connected to money, or this person may be deep pocketed😂💰. They appear as the king of pentacles.

Something I also get is that you may feel small in comparison to them, they may be bigger in size, older or simply just way more accomplished than you which will make you have a lot of respect for them and kind of look up to them. This person may have a lot of dominant&masculine energy even if they are not a male.

The connection that appears in the cards is « beyond words ».. take this as you wish.

A lot of physical attraction is present here as well, maybe in connection with the person you’ll start a relationship with or in general, other people may be very attracted to you until the end of 2023.

You will pretty much have an open heart for new love related possibilities, you will be full of love and positive energy.

Even if you do not meet this person during this exact time frame, sth may happen that may lead you to this person later on.

The energy of this pile reminds me of pile 5 so check it out.

Messages for this pile:

- happiness;

- new possibilities when it comes to love;

- begginings; (of a new relationship, or proposal of your current partner, whatever it is it’s a beggining of a new era in love for you)

Pile 2:

Someone may try to win you over. They will view you as a “risk worth taking”. May be an ex of yours, or an ex fling, i’m definitely getting someone from the past. (Or may remind you of someone/sth old)

You may currently or during that time frame (until the end of 23’) be playing games with each other😂. Making the other a little jealous by making them know you have options,or making them see you with someone else on purpose.

Whoever this is they would want to prove themselves to you, prove that they are the best option possible- as a partner, in bed etc. They may be very competitive in nature.

They may give you gifts, help you with things (little acts of service), they are ready to do everything you need. They may act really gentle and loving towards you.

You may play hard to get with them for some reason, which may upset them, try not to overdo it, everyone has their limits.

Messages for this pile:

- sadness; (probably related to the old love)

- old love;

- pleasure; (probably $£xual)

Pile 3:

Okay so, the options are two: you either were in a serious relationship which you just ended, or you may end a relationship from september until the end of the year. This relationship may have been toxic for you. For some of you you may have a child with the other person and that may make you feel “tied” to them, which may make you doubt your decision to leave them. Or you may feel this way due to the memories you two share.

They may try to talk you out of this decision to end the relationship, they’ll try to make you stay. I feel like they may have cheated for some of you.👀

On one of the cards there’s that image where the guy pours a glass of wine in the woman’s mouth which I interpret as “feeding her” with lies& empty promises.

I think you will choose loving yourself and use your mind instead of your heart, as you’re portrayed in the cards as the queen of swords=logical, cold, does what she has to do. You will take this hard decision in order for your future to flourish.

Messages for this pile:

- an ending;

- serious relationship;

- affair;

Pile 4:

An ex might make a come back for some of you😂 this person probably wants only $€x from you, I heavily doubt they are coming for more as their coming up as the devil card, some of you may start “friends with benefits” relations with this person/ex.

I am also getting a second energy of a serious male energy, for which I am almost sure it’s a completely different person. You may want to start a serious committed relationship with them. You may feel a lot of emotions (love) when it comes to them. You two are presented here as the king and queen of cups, very emotional people.

You may finally feel “embraced”, confident in your body and truly loved during that time period.

Messages for this pile:

- new love;

- no strings attached typa relationship, nothing serious or simply you don’t intend to be serious with one another for the next few months;

- $\£x;

-ex;

Pile 5:

You may have been in this “hermit mode” for a while and have waited for love to happen to you.

However, it will only happen to you after you heal and learn to be grateful for everything you’ve got, even the little things. ( tip from me: regularly write like a list of random things you’re grateful for in your journal or a notebook).

After this time of “loneliness” you may meet someone new. May be by DMs/texts/ some sort of written communication or at a party/social gathering. This person will feel like a new beginning in your love life, you’ve never had a person like that before, you’ll view them as your emperor. They will be very attracted to you physically. You may discover things about yourself you didn’t know you liked when you’re with them. This person would make you feel safe and protected. They have a very powerful energy.

You two will have a very “intimate” connection in every meaning of the word. The energy of this pile reminds me of pile 1 so check it out.

Messages for this pile:

- new beggining;

- meeting someone new;

thank you for reading! Hope it resonated, comment if it did.💞 Don’t forget to follow for more.

- La Sirena.💋

Decks used: ‘$£xual magic’ oracle deck by Lo Scarabeo; ‘Amor et Psyche’ oracle deck by Georges Barbier and Rachel Paul;

ALL pictures are from pinterest, I don’t own anything :))

[typicalopposite]

Uhhhhh it’s been a while 😂😮‍💨 thanks @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag!

Soooooo I bring yall two snippets today!

First from ch 3 of my psych fic (I know, You know)

Carlton sits up in his wasn’t-supposed-to-be empty bed, and for the first time in a long time it feels way too big. He thinks he might downgrade to a twin to eliminate that feeling once and for all. It’s his day off, and he really just wants nothing more than to be at the station, if for nothing more than to get his mind off of Victoria.

He burns his first pot of coffee and, like most things he has cared for in his life, he pours it down the drain. 

There are multiple missed texts and a few calls on his phone, so he leans against the counter while he waits for the second pot to brew and goes through them. A voicemail from the chief letting him know the case O’Hara and Spencer were working on wrapped up sometime during the early morning. A text from O’Hara– even though he has repeatedly told her how he feels about texts; but as much as he would never admit it he does care for her as a partner, and so he deals with them – just saying: Case closed! I hope your date went well. There’s also multiple texts from Spencer that he seriously has half a mind to ignore, but he opens them anyway. 

7:05 am - hey buddy :D sorry about last night but remember in the words of the great thomas jefferson its always darkest before the dawn.

7:07 am - gus says its actually thomas fuller that said that 

7:07 am - but i've heard it both ways

7:10 am - listen how about you get yourself all lassitered up and meet us at the judge for yourself cafe at 8 for some chocky chip waffles my treat

7:11 am - well gus’ treat

7:15 am - change of plans gus said he isn’t treating anyone to waffles so how about you just meet me there at 9 and we will enjoy the delicious waffles without him

7:15 am - but with his card of course. see you there!  :)                          

Carlton stares at the messages, reads through them once more, then lays his phone down on the counter. If he was even considering meeting Spencer for breakfast, it would be solely for the free food on Guster and no other reason. That's a big if anyway.     

And the second is from a 9-1-1 fic that may or may not ever see the light of day but it’s like 15k already and I just need to share it somewhere 👀👀

If Tommy knew he was up drinking this early he would be pissed. 

Okay… he wouldn’t be pissed; he’d be disappointed, maybe; saddened, definitely. Unsurprisingly, the thought of either of those bother him way worse. 

He takes a sip anyway. 

It’s the burn as it goes down. It’s the floatiness he feels once it gets into his bloodstream. It’s the release of dopamine, and serotonin, once it hits his brain. He needs it. He needs to not care. He needs to forget; because if he doesn’t he is going to spiral into insanity… and for now the possibility of spiraling into alcoholism seems a little more tolerable than that. 

He takes another sip.  

It’s been two weeks and the memories still hurt as bad as the reality did that day in the hospital. 

Buck downs the rest of his glass, hides it and the bottle in the cabinet under his side of the sink and walks out of the bathroom. He passes the big mirror in their room and stares at himself for a while before finally pulling off his shirt exposing his bare muscular and toned torso; the lightning scar, so much lighter now but still very much visible; the surgery scar, small and new. It’s still tender to the touch. He presses his fingers to it anyway.

And there ya have it!!! Tagging @scripted-downfall and maybe she will actually do it this time 😒😒😊

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I want to know about Kiki 😤

Fucking knew u were gonna call me out on this one Amelia 😂 and you already know all the details... It's abandoned and on chapter 2... I don't ever see myself picking it up again... 😔

Here's a snip for u, it pains me to even open it cuz I wrote it ages ago... 😩 But only for u Amelia and it's a long snip too, hope you will like it! This is in the beginnning, when witch omega Lou gets ready to set out to find a town for himself.

“Haz!” He cried, cupping his hand around his mouth as he shouted into every room.

“Stop yelling about, Louis!” Jo poked her head out of her laboratory. “I’ve got a customer here.”

Louis ducked his head politely when he spotted their regular customer, Mrs. Bates, who always sported a weak heart and needed Jo’s energy potion to keep her health. She said that Jo’s potions worked like wonder compared to the town’s doctor’s.

“I hear you’re setting out tonight, young man?” The old woman asked, pushing her spectacles up her nose as she contemplated Louis with a warm smile. The omega beamed back at her.

“Yeah!” He turned back to Jo who was carefully mixing a bowl of herbs. “Have you seen Haz?”

His mother rolled her eyes dramatically and pointed to the kitchen doorway. “You forgot to feed him when you went out this morning and he has been sulking at the window ever since!”

Louis blanched. “Oh, fuck…” He whispered, low enough so that Jo wouldn’t hear. Mrs. Bates seemed to catch it though because she chuckled and Louis winked at her.

He quickened his pace and ran to the kitchen. True enough his beloved cat was curled up on the windowsill that looked out into the back garden. His emerald green eyes turned and he fixed Louis with an annoyed look before hissing. The sun was setting and Louis could see the orange orb slowly sinking down the skyline. Soon, his heart sang, soon he was going to be out there.

“Haz…” He approached the cat carefully and Haz hissed louder. Louis decided to change course because he was sure Haz was planning on clawing his eyes out if he advanced any further.

He sidled up to the fridge (showing that he was keeping a respectful distance) and peered into it for some food to bribe his stubborn cat. Haz was probably even more stubborn than he was.

His eyes lit upon the unfinished pumpkin pie from last night and also the half empty glass of milk. He made a show of pulling the items from the fridge and placing them on the kitchen counter.

He took a knife and cut the pie into tiny pieces so that it would be easier for Haz to chew and poured the milk into a plate.

“Come here, love, I’m sorry.” He cooed, pushing the food across the counter towards Haz’s positions on the window sill.

“We were fighting last night so I was mad at you this morning and went out before remembering to feed you. I’m so sorry, my sweet.” He comforted. They had gotten into a fight last night because Louis had accidentally destroyed Haz’s favorite cushion when he was practicing levitating spells in the bedroom. He had burned it since he had mispronounced a syllable in his charm and they had watched the remains of the cushion fall to the floor, nothing but a pile of ashes.

“I’ll buy you a new one when we settle into the new town okay? Promise.” Louis had tried to appease the horrified cat, but Haz had spat at him and went to bed in the corner, on top of Louis’ old clothes, instead of in the omega’s bed like usual.

Speaking of which, Haz was still not moving from his perch and Louis could only sigh.

“We’re setting out tonight, H.” He said softly and the cat perked up, eyes shining as Louis grinned at him. He tapped the plate and reached out his hand tentatively.

“We’re gonna find our town tonight. It’s gonna be our town.”

This made Haz let out a small grumble before he was unfolding himself and jumping down to nuzzle at Louis’ hand.

[yieldtotemptation]

Jennie with her boobs and Minju with her hips... Looks like they are competing against each other 😳, equally horny for you

"Jennie w-w-wait! Hah!" Jennie can't hear you. She is rolling her hips riding you, too intoxicated in lust to care.

"Open wide ahhhh..." Minju grabs a small brown vial with some gibberish written on it. You've don't know why you just opened your mouth, perhaps deep down you've already stopped resisting all along.

gulp gulp gulp

"It's good for you, a lot of Koreans drink this to fortify their stamina."

That still doesn't explain why on the label, there's this dude who is the most ripped human you've ever seen, posing in only his underpants. She nonchalantly tosses it into a bin along with three empty glass vials in it. She pats Jennie, "Hey, it's my turn now unnie."

Would you be able to satisfy them?

Could you even cum anymore?😂

400 words

Struggle against cold steel.

Shout into black lace.

Try as you might, there is no escape - handcuffs on your wrists and ankles keeps you fastened to a metal chair, and a pair of sheer, dark lingerie stuffed into your mouth stops you from voicing any discomfort.

You only have your eyes - forced to watch as Jennie, lost in the throes of lust, endlessly rolls her hips onto you. She uses you. She uses your cock.

Her eyes are closed in blissful agony, mouth frozen in a perpetual sigh, small buds thrust out, inching closer and closer with each grind of her hips against you.

You scream.

Muffled.

Steel cuts into skin despite how hard you try - but fail - to break free. You want to grab her by her hips, seize her nipples into your mouth, throw her tight body against the wall and make her submit.

But you go unheard.

A third voice joins the symphony of moans and sighs and slaps of skin against skin.

Minju - an ethereal spectre in the corner of the room, a spectator wiling herself into being a participant.

Her hand covers her own mouth, embarrassed by the involuntarily noise.

But it's too late, she's already exposed herself to you - her hand is buried down denim shorts, her top is riding up her stomach - you need to see more.

SLAP!

Your skin burns, cheek stings, Jennie’s delicate fingers takes you by the chin and forces you to face her.

“Look at me.”

Jennie's hips crash into yours, and walls - inside her tighten and squeeze, taking, taking, taking, wringing you dry, and walls - inside you crumble and break, a pitiful dam unable to hold back the rush that courses out through you and pours into her perfect, petite body.

Noise bounces across the room - moans, cries, filth, shouts, your name.

Fingernails dig into your bare chest, thighs clench harshly around your waist, and Jennie shivers and trembles and shakes atop you for an eternity of beautiful little moments.

You're barely coherent when it's over - Jennie still grinds against you, chasing what remains of you, keeping you - keeping the part of you that belongs to her - embedded inside her warmth.

Minju whimpers from her corner, still unfairly unable to reach her own climax. Her eyes remain laser focused on the exact point of contact where you and Jennie meet, now completely flooded in a cocktail of juices and cum.

Jennie turns to Minju, addressing the younger girl for the first time. "Get another bottle, Minju. It's your turn to play with our toy."

"C-can he even cum anymore?" Minju asks.

Jennie laughs. "Do you think he has a choice?"

Thanks for the ask! Fun prompt!

[live-the-fangirl-life]

ooh what about "I'm not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?" / "You're not doing anything." / "But...I sent you my love. Did you...did you not get it?" for rowaelin? definitely seems like an aelin thing to say 😂

Sending My Love

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn

“I’m not drunk. Could a drunk person do this?” / “You’re not doing anything.” / “But…I sent you my love. Did you…did you not get it?”

Masterlist | Read on Ao3 | Valentines Collection

Warnings: Language

2405 words

*******

“Are you ready for tonight?” Aelin asked, looking in the hall mirror as she put in her sparkling pink earrings.

Rowan grabbed his jacket and walked towards her. “Yes, Fireheart, I’m ready.” He showed her the remaining crumbs from his extra sandwich as proof. “Are you?”

She smirked at him in the mirror. “Of course. A little deception is exciting.”

He arched a brow and held out her jacket for her to slide her arms in, “You have the same look in your eye that you had when you were planning Aedion’s surprise party.”

She grinned, buttoning her jacket and turning towards him, “And you remember how amazing that turned out.”

Rowan snorted as he grabbed the keys and locked the door of their apartment behind them. “I have no doubt in you. Not when it comes to scheming.”

Aelin laughed and flashed him a wink as they got in the car and drove off towards Lysandra and Aedion’s house. Despite her confidence, she couldn’t help the anxiety that bubbled up.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? Should I have set out a bucket for you by the bed before we left?” She bit the side of her thumb, a nervous habit, and cast him a sidelong glance as they drove towards the house.

He scoffed but took her hand in his and brought their intertwined fingers to his lips, kissing her softly. “No. I can handle my drink. I’ve had a fair bit of practice. Besides, it’s not like we’re going out to a club, it’s just a small party with some friends, I doubt there will be that many drinks.”

She huffed a laugh and nodded. Rowan pulled up into the driveway and turned the car off, leaning over and pressing a firm kiss on her lips, breaking away when their smiles made it mostly teeth on teeth. He followed Aelin up the front steps. She knocked on the door and turned to Rowan. “Then let’s do this Mr. Whitethorn-Galathynius.”

His answering grin was equal parts determined and happy. “After you Mrs. Whitethorn-Glathynius.”

***

“To celebrating love,” Elide toasted, raising her flute of champagne.

Lorcan stood next to her, one arm slung over the petite woman’s shoulders, and muttered, “To overpriced chocolates,” but mimicked her gesture of raising his glass.

Lysandra and Aedion had just moved into their brand-new house and decided to throw a Valentine’s Day party in lieu of a housewarming. Their small group of friends arrived an hour before the party officially started to get the full tour and celebrate before the house would be filled with love-sick and sick-of-love people.

They stood together in the kitchen as Aedion had handed out glasses, Aelin laughing as she leaned into Rowan’s side and snagged one of the chocolate hazelnut candies off the dessert table.

She smiled as champagne was poured and felt the fingers at her waist give a little squeeze. There was the toast to Valentine’s Day, making Aelin snort into her bubbling glass as Elide elbowed Lorcan with rolled eyes.

Rowan turned, masked by the whistles and laughter from their friends, and pretended to glance at the door as he downed his glass, before stealthily swapping his empty one for Aelin’s. When Aedion came to give her a hug, she cheersed the empty glass in her hand with his.

It wasn’t long before more people filled the house, bringing bottles of wine and champagne or plates full of food and treats.

“Ooh, you’ve got to try this!” Elide came over to Aelin and Rowan with two deep red cocktails with sugared raspberries in hand. She handed one to each of them. “Lys calls these Love Potions. Cranberry juice, grenadine, and a shit load of vodka!” Elide laughed, but quickly spotted someone else and hurried away.

“It smells so good.” Aelin groaned as Rowan took a few deep gulps of his, only briefly wincing at the burn. She pulled one of the raspberries off and made sure it hadn’t been soaking in the drink before plunking it in her mouth.

“Trade you,” he took her drink and she grabbed his.

“You‘ve got a little…here,” Aelin brushed her thumb over the corner of Rowan’s lip where he had a little red residue.

Rowan only took one more sip of his drink before Elide was back. “Sorry, Manon and Dorian just got here and I wanted to say hi before they locked themselves in the guestroom.”

Aelin snorted and brought the empty glass back towards her as she allowed herself another sniff of the sweetness.

Elide’s eyes lit up. “Those are so good, right?”

Rowan’s arm snaked around her hips and pulled her closer as she nodded enthusiastically. “Oh, yeah, delicious.”

“There's a whole table in the dining room full of them,” she told them, nodding her head back in the direction of the platters. “Love Potions, Red Hot Valentines, and some Chocolate Lovers Martinis,” she added with a wink to Aelin.

Aelin kept her smile plastered on. “Those all sound amazing, we’ll have to check them out.” the squeeze at her waist made her feel a bit better.

During the next hour, Rowan tried two Chocolate Lovers Martini’s, two Red Hot Valentines, and two cranberry vodka shots. Aelin made sure to find him some water and snacks in between.

They were sitting in the living room, Aelin on Rowan’s lap as he absently bobbed his head to the music, his fingers playing with strands of her hair. At some point, Aedion and Lysandra found them, and Aedion slung one arm around Rowan’s shoulders, announcing that Fenrys had finally arrived and wanted to catch up.

Aelin waved him off with only a partially worried glance, then she watched as her cousin and her husband disappeared towards a hollering Fenrys and a stoic Lorcan.

“Ten bucks says Fen will be sleeping on our couch tonight,” Lysandra muttered wryly as the ladies watched the blond open what looked to be a very old, very expensive bottle of scotch.

Aelin laughed. “I don’t take bets I know I can’t win.”

Lysandra snorted and raised her glass. “I’m getting a refill, want one?”

Shaking her head, Aelin lifted her half-full glass of sparkling apple juice. “I’m set.” She ignored the small, knowing smile on her friend’s face and headed towards the dessert table.

Aelin spotted Manon and Dorian enthralled with each other in one corner; Chaol and Yrene sitting in the living room, talking with Nesryn and Sartaq, the former perched on the latter’s lap; and Evangeline and Luca, the young college kids each giving her a wave when she caught their eyes before they snuck some deserts and a bottle of wine out to the backyard.

Aelin took her plate of chocolate hazelnut truffles and chocolate-covered raspberries toward the stairs and used one of the step ends as a countertop to set her plate down.

Elide found her again and they chatted for a while until she heard the boisterous laughter coming from the room Rowan had disappeared into. The shorter woman rolled her eyes and said she was going to find her boyfriend before he did something stupid.

Aelin tossed her now empty plate into the trash and leaned back against the wall.

She watched with a small, bemused smile as Rowan walked towards her on unsteady legs. He must have had more to drink than she realized if he was that inebriated. His eyes dazedly searched the room, moving slower than his normally sharp-focused mind would allow. As soon as he spotted her watching him, a broad grin stretched across his lips, and Aelin felt a similar one tug at hers.

Her husband made a crooked beeline towards her, getting close enough that she had to crane her neck back slightly as he lifted his elbow to rest on the edge of the stair at his shoulder.

“There you are,” one of his large hands found its home on her waist and he leaned down to kiss her. She humored him for a moment before pulling away, able to taste the smoky hints of scotch on his lips. “I missed you.”

Aelin shifted her weight so her hip leaned against the stairs. Raising a golden brow, she held in a smirk. “You saw me twenty minutes ago. And I thought you were having fun catching up with the guys?”

“I always miss you when you aren’t with me.” He shrugged, blowing some stray strands of hair out of his eyes, and she felt her face soften. “And your face is way prettier to look at than Lorcan’s. Your ass too.” Aelin snorted as the hand on her hip lowered to her pretty ass and lightly smacked it for emphasis.

“I would be offended if you thought otherwise.” She told him, allowing a grin to curve her lips.

When he slowly blinked at her, the time it took him to reopen his eyes after each flutter growing longer, she chuckled. “I think it’s time for us to head out.”

Rowan leaned down to nuzzle his face in her neck, and she allowed herself a few seconds to savor the heat of him pressed against her and the sweet aroma of his pine-scented cologne. Then she gently pushed him away and rested her hands on his chest, half to keep him from ducking back down towards her neck and half to keep him steady as he swayed on his feet.

Aelin made a mental note to ask Fenrys what the hell he’d given her husband to make him so intoxicated. Because Rowan was not a small man and it took a decent amount of alcohol to get him to this level of drunkenness. Even with the extra servings he had had, whatever the blond was pouring had to be strong.

He frowned down at her, “Why?”

She snorted softly as his elbow slipped from the smooth stair and his body jerked as he lost his balance before quickly adjusting back to his original position. “Because, oh husband of mine, you are plastered.”

Rowan scoffed. “I’m not drunk. Could a drunk person do this?”

She waited.

And waited.

Arching a brow and pursing her lips so as not to laugh, she cocked her head, “You’re not doing anything, Ro.”

He blinked again, looking as confused as he did confidant. “But…I sent you my love.” He explained, his accent becoming more pronounced by the minute. Another blink. “Did you…did you not get it?”

Aelin couldn’t help her soft breath of laughter as she continued to look at her perplexed husband. She leaned forward and slanted her lips with his, giving him a soft kiss. When she pulled away, he looked entirely self-satisfied as if her kiss confirmed that she did indeed receive the love he had sent her. “We really need to get you home.”

She gripped his wrists and pulled him away from the banister and towards the front hall closet so she could grab their coats. He followed close on her heels, barely leaving an inch of space between them as he tried to keep his body as physically close to hers as possible.

It was cute. A little bothersome as he almost tripped over the backs of her shoes a few times, but mostly cute.

“Are you leaving already?” Lysandra came out of the kitchen, holding a small plate filled with red and pink treats.

Aelin sighed, a smirk negating any real exasperation as Rowan stepped directly behind her and wound his arms around her waist, pulling her back into his chest and resting his chin on her shoulder. “Yeah, this one,” she reached up and patted Rowan’s cheek, “is gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

Lysandra snorted, her own smirk widening as Rowan turned his face back into Aelin’s neck and peppered opened mouth kisses to her skin. She shoved him off with an amused shake of her head.

“Have fun with that.” The brunette nodded her head towards the swaying, silver-haired man. She looked back at Aelin. “You good to drive?”

Aelin offered her a half-smile. “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll text you when we get home.”

She nodded, and with one last wave, Lysandra walked back into the crowded living room.

Aelin caught both Elide’s and Aedion’s eyes before leaving and gave them each a farewell wave. Rowan at least had enough faculties to walk to the car with only a steadying arm around his waist from her.

After she helped him untangle his seatbelt which he suddenly found to be extraordinarily complicated, Aelin began the drive back to their apartment.

“Did you have fun?” he asked once they got on the road.

Aelin glanced at him with an amused expression. “I did. But I think you had even more fun.”

He seemed to consider himself before explaining, “Well, I am drinking for two now.” He argued, gesturing between them.

Aelin snorted. “One, that’s not how this works. Two, you were fine—functioning—until Fen gave you some of that scotch…”

“Fucking good scotch,” he mumbled, his eyes heavily closing. “The real stuff. Scotch…from scotchland.”

She huffed another laugh at his grumbling.

They lapsed into a comfortable silence and Aelin thought Rowan might have fallen asleep, but then she felt his gaze on her. Keeping her eyes on the road, one of his hands found her right one and she shifted her grip on the wheel so he could intertwine their fingers. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Fireheart, I love you so godsdamned much.”

Aelin squeezed his fingers and smiled. “I love you too, you love-sick drunk.”

Rowan shifted in his seat again and then his hand was no longer holding hers, but reaching across the console so he could rest it on her still-flat stomach. “And I love you, little love bug.”

After a moment, he pulled his hand away and sat back in his seat. It took her another minute after that to clear the sudden tightness in her throat.

When she looked over, she smiled. Rowan’s head was pressed against the glass, his eyes closed, and mouth slightly open as light snores escaped him.

Parking the car, she made sure to snap a few photos of him like that and shot off a text to Lysandra before nudging him awake and up to bed.

They would tell their friends soon, but for now, they were enjoying having their little love bug to themselves.

*****

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[cinematicnomad]

hi! I was wondering if you have read any chenford fics? I’ve been itching to read some to help me deal with this slow burn 😂

funnily enough i've been having the same problem 😅 so i do have a couple recs for you!! please enjoy this list:

house in disorder by fuzzy_wuzzy_wuzza_writer (15/15 | 56k+ | M) angst w/ a happy ending; amnesia AU; canon-typical violence; undercover

set right after 4x08. when lucy is injured in an undercover operation, she comes to thinking she's actually nova, her undercover persona. tim and the mid-wilshire gang need to get her out and try to get lucy back before they lose her forever.

want you to stay by cfr749 & poppypickle (10/10 | 50k+ | M) canon divergent AU; angst w/ a happy ending; emotional hurt/comfort; minor tim/ashley; minor lucy/chris

finally, he turns back to the bar, wordlessly pouring her a shot of tequila. he slides it across the counter toward her, lifting his own glass in a silent gesture of cheers before downing the amber liquid in one fell swoop.  lucy questions momentarily if maybe this isn’t the best idea—if adding alcohol to the intensity of the anger and grief and resentment that is still radiating off of him will result in anything other than regret.  but again, she opts to stay quiet. if this is what he needs in this moment, this is what she will give him.  she follows suit, wincing as the harshness of the liquor slides down the back of her throat. OR what happens after tim and lucy leave the hospice in 4x09? a season 4 canon divergent AU.

days go by by fuzzy_wuzzy_wuzza_writer (11/11 | 27k+ | M) canon-typical violence; minor tim/ashley; minor lucy/mark; jealousy

picks up right at the end of 4x07. lucy and tim enjoy their friendship and partnership, both convinced it will never be more and that's it's more than good enough. but when tim starts to date, lucy starts to question where her happiness lies.

plus one by murphallo (8/8 | 28k+ | T) friends to lovers; idiots in love; mutual pining; fluff and humor; bets

“so, what?” jackson asked. “we make them hang out outside of work? how do we force two people to go on a date?” “oh, no… you don’t,” nyla answered. “bradford and chen on a date that they know is a date? at this point, it would be the most awkward thing in the world. We trick them into going out.” a competitive and exhausted group of coworkers begin a bet to see who can plan the outing that finally pushes lucy and tim together.

5,578 miles (to get back to you) by firstdegreefangirl (1/1 | 20k+ | T) canon divergent AU; road trip; feelings realization; pining; POV tim; minor tim/rachel

it’s three days to drive across the country, stopping here and there to see landmarks along the way. then there’s a fifth-story walkup to unpack, and tim is sure it’s a better workout than he’s had since the military. but he and rachel get the boxes emptied out and stacked against a wall, forgotten every time one of them takes the trash to out.  before he realizes it, he’s lived in new york for a month, and he’s calling it “home.”

i'm coming home (tell the world) by hishn_greywalker (1/1 | 13k+ | T) found family; protective tim; slow build; feelings realization

the evolution of tim, lucy, and tamara as they become a family.

i'm sure there are other great fics out there, but these are the ones i've found over the past week or so that stick out in my memory

[thicksimpx]

Prologue| Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch9 | Ch10 | Ch11 |Ch12 | Ch13 | Ch14 | Ch15 | CH16| CH17

Summary: Leaving the soul society for “research” - desperately looking to find answers, anything that’ll help him take down the Spirit king.. that is until he meets “HER” - She has him enamored, desperate and most of all curious… there’s something about HER

“Sometimes we do bad things for the people we love. It doesn’t mean it’s right, it means love is more important”

Warnings : 18+ , mature content, mature language, possessiveness , stalking , murder/gore, rough penetration, creampies , fingering, cam girl y/n, Lots of Psychology lessons 😂, violence, public sex, unrequited love.

"Where's that fucking syringe."

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(Y/n pov)

taking his hand and walking into the dining room he pulls out a chair for you to sit. You look at it hesitant to sit. 

"what's wrong?" he asks gesturing for you to sit in the chair. you looked around the dining room and sighed.  "you did all this? For me?" 

"yes, please.. sit?"  he says softly. you nod and sits down whispering a thank you as he pushes your chair in and runs out of the room. You look at the dining room. It looked untouched just like everything else in his place. You couldn't tell the color of the walls because the room was lit by the multiple candles he had laying around. The table you sat at was a cute four-person table, but it only had two chairs, an empty vase in the middle and three wine bottles, one of which was already open. He's trying to get drunk drunk ..Assuming the opened one is from earlier you grab it and pour some into the empty glass in front of you. 

"This is for you," you hear him say from behind you. You choke on your drink a little, you didn't even know he was in the room again. How long has he been in here? You use a napkin and dab your mouth before turning around and seeing him handing you a bouquet, ten red roses.  No ones .. ever gotten me flowers. You stare at them a little bit and look back up to him before slowly taking them out of his hands. You push your nose into to them smelling them.

"You didn't have to, thank you so much," you said lowly looking up to his face that held a gentle smile. You smiled back sincerely to show that you really meant it when you said thank you. He nods and rushes back out of the dining room. You take it upon yourself to sit the roses in the vase on the table since it already had water in it. 

He came slowly walking into the dining room finally brought the food to the table, setting yours down in front of you, a little plate of bread in the middle of the table and then finally his own plate. You smiled, mouthwatering from all the delicious smells.

You wait for him before you begin to eat, a sad habit you picked up as a child, never eat before the man of the house. 

"Hey? Something wrong with the food?" He asks leaning over the table. 

"Uh -no .. I was waiting for you. " you smile blinking away the bad memories. 

"Oh okay, we'll dig in" he smiles at you picking up his fork.

"God, that's so good. Thank you. This is delicious," he said.

"Thank you" you giggled a little louder then intended to. "I've mastered the art of spaghetti over the years, but I usually use store bought pasta. I could never make it on my own"

"I'll teach you next time" he shrugs. There's a next time you internally squeal. Your heart skipped a couple beats feeling hot from the atmosphere and the food. You bite my lip, watching him pouring himself a glass of wine.

"So, " he says after taking a sip. "I was thinking, maybe you have a few hours to spare for an early lunch tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, of course" you smiled taking a bite of your food. "You know .. I've been thinking..."

—- (Aizen Pov)

Oh, fuck what is she going to say. Where's that fucking syringe. 

"You know so much about me, but I don't really know much about you. I mean I know stuff, but I don't know stuff .. you know?" She says taking big sips of her wine. She's nervous ..

"Alright ask away then" I chuckle lightly. —- (Y/n POV)

What do I ask? What are some questions? Shit.

"When's your birthday?"

"May 29th" he asked plainly.

"What's your middle name?"

"I was born in Japan, as weird as it sounds people can have two first names but no middle names. So, no I don't have a middle name"

"How'd you end up here then?" You ask, you knew he was Japanese, but you didn't know he was born in Japan.

"My family moved here when I was young for my father’s job, been here ever since"

You nod. And continue to eat not knowing what else to ask. "Your place is nice; you should give me a tour one day" you say and go back to eating your food not noticing the way he looks at you. — Two bottles of wine later.

"Seriously Stephen, I don't know what was wrong with me" you laugh with tears brimming your eyes. "I really pretended to be dead in the pool just floating and cried when no one noticed" you laugh even harder.

"But I just don't understand why you cried" he laughs with you.

"Becauseeeeee" you whine. "My dad just grabbed my shirt and dragged me out the pool saying let's go. I could've been a dead body!" You said lightly slamming your fist on the table. "And ..."

"And?" He says raising a brow holding in his laughter.

"And I may or may not have practiced holding my breath for days before we went to the pool just so I could do it" you say lowly folding your arms over your chest looking away.

"P-pffftttt. You are adorable" he laughs sliding his chair over to your side of the table. 

"Stop laughing at me it's not funny" you say chuckling softly as he pulls you into a hug rubbing your back.

"Well, if I was there I would've definitely cared to see if you were a dead body" he says laughing. 

You didn't think you would have as much fun with him over dinner like this.  Just enjoying the conversation and time spent with him. You know for a fact that once you stand you're going to feel the wine in your system. Shit. I should probably try to sober up before leaving. 

"We should clean up” you say in his chest. 

"You asked for a tour though right?" He says grabbed your shoulders and pushing your body back for him to see your face.

You bite your lip and nod slowly. He stands quickly and his chair falls behind him. He yanks you up from your seat and you stumble a little feeling dizzy. 

"I can carry you" he says holding you steady.

"No, you don't have t- ahhh" you shout as you're thrown over his shoulder. 

"Oh my god, put me down. What kind of tour is this?" You giggle

"You've seen these rooms already" he says walking out the dining room

"What about the dishes?" You shouted, still laughing as he marched through the living area and down the hallway.

"I'll do them later, don't worry. We've got plenty of time."

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Putting you down on your feet you make sure you have balance before walking into the door of the room he’s caging you in front of.

"This is the only room that you haven't been in" he huffs brushing his hair out of his face. "Enjoy"

You walk in and notice it was his bedroom. Immediately you blush and turn around to leave but he blocks you in. "It's alright, explore away. They say the best way to get to know someone is through their house right?"

"Mmmm okay" you say looking around at the neutral-colored room. Nothing but black, grey, and white, very different from your own room. It smelt of fresh laundry. Either this man is never here or he's very clean. You eye his large bed in the middle of his room and notice his room looks as if it has two doors. Before you could open your mouth to ask he answers. 

"This was a two-bedroom, Two bathroom. I had the wall taken down to make one big room. "

"Ahh" you say. ———— I watch her as she roams my room running her fingers over things gently. She stops and picks up a glass sphere I had on my nightstand and starts to look through it. She’s drunk. I'll need at least 8 bottles to be where she is. This human alcohol is weak. 

She stops at my desk and takes long hard looks at e pictures on my desk. I purposely left those there as "decoration" and proof that I have some kind of social life. Taking the chance while she was distracted I glance around my room and make sure nothing that wasn't supposed to be out is out. That picture situation could've been bad. Very bad.

I close the door and walk into my master bathroom quickly opening the medicine cabinet and carefully setting down the syringe behind my glasses case, incase it's needed for later. 

I close the mirror to the cabinet and jolt feeling arms around wrap around my body seeing y/n behind me in the reflection. Fuck, she didn't see the syringe right? 

"Oh, you scared me" I let out a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry" she says softly.

"Something wrong?" I ask looking at her through the mirror. She shakes her no and begins to undo my belt. I grab her hand stopping and she hides her face behind me pressing it into my back. Neither of us say anything. I left her hands go and she continues to undo my belt. She pulls my shirt out of my pants and slides her hands under it up my chest. Her hands are so soft and warm. I close my eyes lulling in the touch I've been craving for so long. Even if this is all I get tonight, I'm happy. 

One of her hands slid down my chest as the other slides up from my torso to my neck. My eyes snap open feeling her hand wrap around my neck. I prepare myself to turn around and choke her back, but I lose all thoughts when the hand that was sliding down my body slips into my pants and grabs my already hard dick.

"y/n .."

" Stephen .." she says softly.

"I hope .. you know what you’re doing." I say swallowing hard. "If you don't really want this we can pretend this didn’t happen .. and continue with our night. But .. if you do all you have to do is tell me.. " please... please tell me you want this so help me god. 

"I want it Stephen " I heard her clearer than I've heard anything in my life. Immediately I turn around in her hold shocking her and push her against the wall of the bathroom smashing my lips on to hers. Tonight, is the night .. don't fuck it up by being too rough Sousuke! 

I back up just as quickly as I kisses her to look at her reaction. Instead of saying anything she wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up wrapping her legs around my waist. I take it as I wasn't being too rough that time. 

Humming into the kiss as I feel her hands unbuttoning my pants. I let them fall down my legs as I begin to attack her neck with kisses. Her dress rids up and reveals she's not wearing any underwear. Fuck me .. how did I not notice? The slight of her cunt glistening in the light of the bathroom was enough to make me cum.

"Steph-Stephen, hurry up" she whined. Oh, she wants me to hurry up. Okay.  I nod pressing a kiss to her lips using one hand to pull my dick out of my briefs and line it up to her cunt slowly pressing myself in. She swore and cursed, bucking her hips up to me.

"Relax, I'm not all the way in yet. I, I don't want to hurt you"

"It's fine. I'm a big girl"

"Fuck, y/n" I hisses pushing my whole length in. I lean back adjusting our position putting her legs over my forearms as she hissed in pleasure, pressed her into the wall I begin to thrust hard and fast.

"Ahh- Ste-Stephen slow dow-nn" she moans.

"What happened? I thought you wanted me to hurry up" I cooed looking at her face scrunched up in pleasure. She's making that face because of me. Because I'm fucking her. Tell me I'm better than those out guys. Better than those fucking toys. I thrust into her harder and faster tuning out her moans and cries. I've waited so long for this.

"You're so tight," I groan in her ear. Feeling her squeeze around me I lost myself and my dick started to throb. In seconds I was cumming inside of her. Shit shit shit you fucking blew it! She’s going to compare me to Shawn. I don't want to be another guy she just fucked and talks shit about in her show. She can't leave Nope .. she must stay. I need a do over I 

"Stephen did you hear me?"

"No, I’m sorry what did you say?" She's about to try to leave. 

"I asked if we could continue on the bed, the walls so hard on my back" she grunts taking her leg off my arm. I let her down and watched her wobble out of the bathroom. She wants to continue; she doesn't want to leave. Who is this woman? Does she love me?

I smile like a fool kicking off my pants and briefs. I walk out of my bathroom throwing my shirt to the side. I’m going to fuck her so good she'll never leave me. 

"Are you ready to continue?" She asks from the bed with her legs spread wide rubbing her clit with me cum leaking out of her. This .. this is the moment I've been waiting for. Tonight, I’m going to breed y/n l/n because she's mine.

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i have another fluff & angst request sis!

RE2 Leon & Fem reader were childhood friends and they hadn’t seen eachother for years but they bumped into eachother at the RPD building when the outbreak in R.C started and he can’t take his eyes off her so he pours his heart out to her after a near death experience with a licker. I hope I worded this right, my brain is mush😂

Its fine sis, no worries about the wording🤗. Hope you’ll like it!

Take me back for one more summer (Leon S Kennedy x F!Reader)

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Small little hands clenched up to the sky, trying to catch the clouds. With heavy breaths and after very much restlessness the kids collapsed on the grass letting the summer breeze to cool their bodies. They couldn’t stay still, so they found joy at pointing at the weird shaped clouds and laugh, imagining all sorts of things only a mind like they could. The world around them always seemed colourful and harmless, malice and corruption not being in their field of sight. For them, everything was worth to point and laugh at. For them, the bond they shared was above anything else. 

As they were staring at the sky, being completely distracted, the world around them began to alter. They didn’t notice that the breeze turned into a powerful wind, the sky turned from the beautiful pastel blue to a dark shade of gray, and that the clouds changed from their silly shapes to threatening, dark figures. Everything turned dark in a matter of seconds. 

Leon grabbed y/n by her hand and ran towards the house. The wind became stronger and stronger and was pushing them back. It became harder for them to move but they didn’t give up. The house was barely noticeable throughout the dust and leafs, but they didn’t fall back. All this hope gave Leon a boost and he was able to move easily through the gusts of wind. It was when he reached the stairs of the house that he lost y/n in the storm. He cried and wanted to run after her, but someone wrapped quickly an arm around his waist to retain him.———————————————————————

Leon awoke in his room still trying to catch up with the reality. It was the third nightmare he had this week, with the same scenery, the same actions and the same characters. He couldn’t understand why he kept having these dreams, mostly because him and y/n got separated many years ago. 

Not bothering to turn on the light he made his way through the pile of clothes, carelessly tossed on the floor, to grab a glass of water. His room was a total mess, but he didn’t cared anyway because he was about to move to Raccoon City to start his career as a police officer. The future looked great for him, but he felt that something was missing. 

After many failed attempts to go back to sleep he decided to watch a movie. Maybe he’ll find a bad romantic movie to fall asleep to. The tv light made his apartment look worse. The mess was more noticeable, but still it didn’t bother him. He tried to find some space on his crowded coffee for his glass of water, but without any luck. He gave up and knocked the stack of magazines and empty boxes on the floor. As the low-budget movie was rolling, Leon finally felt asleep.

The tv was on until he woke up in the afternoon. After cursing his days because he will have to pay more for the bill, he raised from the couch and headed to the bathroom. He had to make his way again through the pile of clothes, which looked worse now in the daylight, but something glued on his foot. The mysterious object that caused him disgust at first turned out to be an old photo. He immediately recognised his younger self, a happy and dazed boy dressed in a school uniform, and a girl with (y/c) hair and (y/c) eyes dressed in the same attire. A wave of nostalgia hit him when he the memories came back to him. It was their first day of school, and despite being anxious he was happy his friend was with him. He quickly looked around him trying to find more, and he saw an old photo album that was thrown carelessly upside down on the floor. Some photos laid around it. 

Every moments of their lives were captured and put in the album. From the time they made the first steps, to the first day of school and until the last day of summer when they got separated. Leon moved away from town somewhere in high school. On the back, the message “see you soon stranger.” was washed out, but still noticeable.

Having known each other since they can remember, they grew up like siblings. They went through every stage of their lives together, from the first day of school, to the first crush, first heartbreak. They talked openly about anything. It was in the first year of high school when things got complicated, because Leon stopped seeing her as his childhood friend, but more as a woman. That made their separation even harder for him. Was she thinking about him too? 

That summer was still vivid in his mind, like it happened weeks ago. It was hot, so hot his shirt would stick on his body, leaving wet spots underneath his armpits and his face would be constantly covered in sweat. She would mock him for his appearance and he would be embarrassed, but he didn’t actually get mad. He remembers how they both got called to have a talk, and how they would sit together anxious on the cough waiting for the news. She would curl her arm around his and press her body closer to him, like she knew what was going to happen. It was hard to cope with the news, but they didn’t had a choice. Leon’s dad found a better job in a different city. 

Before leaving, they made promises of calling and maybe visiting each other. Her mom called them for one last photo that would sit in the album.

The distance left its mark on the two of them. The calls became fewer, and they both were too busy with school to find time for visiting. Eventually, the calls stopped and they moved on with their lives.

Leon didn’t have time to think about the past. It happened long time ago, and besides was supposed to pack his stuffs because he needed to free the apartment soon. 

When he was almost done with packing and ready to go, he received a call from the RPD and told to stay away from the city. He didn’t understand why, but from the officer’s tone he realised the situation was worse. 

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Raccoon City wasn’t far from where he lived, at only a 30 minutes ride. On his way he stopped at a gas station outside the city. From the moment he got outside the car, Leon noticed something isn’t right. There was a police car parked carelessly a few feet away, and bloody footsteps that lead towards the building. 

The place seemed rather abandoned, being in complete darkness with the products from shelfs being scattered on the floor. He grabbed a flashlight he found on the floor and followed the footsteps that lead to an injured man laying on the ground. He was too weak to speak, and with his last strengths he pointed to the storage room. His hands began to shake uncontrollably as he heard the animalistic grunts coming from the room. Whatever was there was big. 

After entering he pointed the flashlight in the direction of the sound. There was a police office who was struggling to retain someone, but after reassuring the man the situation is fine he was brutally pushed on the ground. The other person used all its force to pin the office on the floor and to hold his head in place while taking a big portion of its neck flesh in his mouth. Leon shouted and aimed his gun at him, but with no result. The killer raised his head and with his white, dead eyes he starred at Leon. His rotten, bloody flesh was noticeable and Leon was quick to fire his gun. He realised that wasn’t a regular person. He almost emptied his entire clip on his head, but he managed to put that thing to rest. 

His way out of that station wasn’t easy, as more creatures appeared and tried to apprehend Leon. He almost shot another survivor, a tall woman with red hair caught in a ponytail who introduced herself as Claire. They both made it out to the police car and headed towards Raccoon City hopping to find more answers.

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Leon barely made it out alive to the RPD. The town was full of these zombies and he almost lost his life in a car explosion. He also lost the contact with the other survivor too. She said she’ll meet him at the station, but there was no sign of her yet. The only survivor inside the station was an injured police officer, who was infected by one of those things. 

His hope of finding other survivors were decreasing as more zombies made their appearance in his way. There was no end of them, the ammo was running low, and there was no sign of Claire either. Right when he was about to give up, a gunfire caught his attention. Maybe Claire survived after all. Maybe there was still hope.  

He rushed into the direction of the sound. He pulled out his shotgun and was ready to shoot whatever that person was fighting. Leon arrived just in time as the zombies approached the survivor fast. She seemed overwhelmed by the situation. His aim still needed practice, but he managed to kill the remaining zombies. 

Exhausted, she leant on the nearest wall to catch her breath. She heard that it was Leon’s first day and wanted to surprise him, but instead of a welcoming party she found his soon-to-be-coworkers turned into those things. She recognised him instantly. Sure he grew up to be a handsome man, but that boyish charm was still in him. 

It took him a few seconds to realise the identity of the survivor who was running to him. When the realisation hit him, he dropped his shotgun and opened his arms to catch her. Even in the poor lighting he managed to recognise his long lost friend. 

“You didn’t return the calls, asshole.” 

“Forget the calls. What are you doing here y/n?” Leon was excited to see her, but also worried. 

“Well….” and she started telling him how he found out about his new job and how she drove half the day just to get eaten by zombies. 

The reunion she imagined was different. Instead of chit-chat at a coffee and reminisce the past, they were running around in a police station and scattered the place for supplies. Even in that apocalyptic setting, Leon was unable to unglue his eyes off her. He could’t stop looking at her figure, as she was more of a woman in his eyes than his childhood friend. All of the feelings he thought were lost because of the time and distance came back to him in instant. He promised himself that if he survived, no matter how she viewed him, he will tell her the feelings he buried so many years. 

Lost in his world, he didn’t notice the licker above them. The beast heard them from distance and approached them with caution, not wanting to alert them. His claws were scratching the ceiling as he was approaching the target and he began to snarl, but the couple didn’t hear as they were too busy talking. He launched his attack, and with a loud screech he jumped on y/n. She was too stunned to react and the only thing that her body was able to do was to instinctively raise her hands above her head. Leon was stunned too, and for a second a possible outcome flashed before his eyes, where y/n was laying dead on the floor, with her body split in half. He would’t allow a future without her, so he used all his force and speed to knock out y/n from the licker’s side. 

They both collapsed on the floor with force, with Leon being on top of y/n. The licker scratched his body, but the pain was his last worry. He grabbed his shotgun and fired, hoping he will kill the beast before coming to them, which it happen as it collapsed on the ground but after many shots. Leon collapsed next to y/n, feeling his body too weak to raise on his feet. The adrenaline faded away and the pain increased in intensity. He hoped y/n had a spare aid spray. 

It took a few minutes to comprehend what happen. Her life flashed before her eyes. The only thing that came in her mind before her supposedly final moments was Leon. There was so much to tell him that she didn’t had the chance, how she missed him, how she wished she would come often, how she wished he could live one more summer with him just like the old times. It all seemed lost but in the last moment she was pushed aside, Leon taking the hit for her. She raised on her elbows and looked at the blond was trying to hide his pain. As she was reading her mind he gave her a faint “Im fine” and turned his head to watch her worried (y/c) eyes staring at him. She was so beautiful, only if they were in a more appropriate place for a reunion. He raised a hand to caress her bruised cheek, feeling the hatred increasing on those beasts who laid their dirty hands on her. 

“You’re beautiful, so beautiful. Please, forget about me if I become a burden.” He was cut off by her sudden hug. Her wight added on him also pressed on his wound making him flinch, but he let himself fall for the warm that came from her body. She raised her head to look at him, and by his surprise, she pressed her lips on his. All his pain was gone in instant and he tightened his grip around her body, pulling her close. 

“You haven’t changed, you still play hero.” She said between kisses. 

“Old habits die hard, but I can't stand doing nothing when I see a lady in danger.”

“Don’t get cocky about it Kennedy” she ran a hand through his blond hair and ruffled it. 

“You seemed to forget me.” 

She used a good amount of her healing items to treat his wound, and then he helped him walk around the station. 

Everything was so familiar between them, as if no separation ever occurred. They were two lost friends who have found each other in this hell. The storm seems to come to an end.