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[arrowheadedbitch]

Okay, I need to get this crossover idea out of my brain in a place that isn't discord lol 😅

Psych x The Librarians!

A lot of this is coming straight from things I said on discord because I don't wanna keep terrorizing them lol

Shawn not believing that magic is real but having to hide that to sell the psychic thing

Lassie obviously also doesn't believe in magic.

Shawn: Pffft, of course magic is real! (Gus, these guys are total whack jobs!)

Lassie and Baird either LOVE or HATE eachother

They get along at first but I don't think Lassie would respect a grown woman who left the military to deal with magic, he thinks all the librarians are crazy, even crazier than shawn!

Someone who is not me said that Lassie and Jules would try to arrest Ezekiel and the other librarians would have to stop them, which is true

Shawn and Ezekial would EVENTUALLY be buddies, but also they'd have great banter throughout and be buddyLIKE the whole time

Ezekial HATES Despereaux

Flynn ALSO hates Despereaux, but for the same reason he hated Moriarty (too much sexual tension with Eve lmao)

Cass and Jules get along, though Cass is super awkward at first

Jules and Baird also get along, girl power

Shawn would love Jake

Flynn would have to grow on him but he'd like Jake pretty fast with the Indiana Jones vibes he's got lol

Just like everyone else, he'd make too many Jake Stone haha Cowboy! Jokes

Shawn would want to impress Jake

Shawn might even resort to speaking other languages to Jake that the others didn't know he knew, which would then lead to chaos

Jake would end up liking Shawn because of this moment because he relates to the whole 'pretending you're dumber than you are' thing

Shawn would find Flynn annoying prob, I don't think they'd like eachother AT ALL

Everyone hates Henry because the library REEKS of daddy issues

Jenkins would potentially end up threatening to stab Henry, politely of course

Gus and Baird like each other because they were BOTH dragged into this shit kicking and screaming

Eidetic memory is not magic related but still perplexing if the librarians find out about it

If the librarians found out about Shawn's memory-> "That isn't real! Those aren't real!" "There's evidence against them at every turn!" "That is so cool, mate! Wanna go on a completely unrelated and crime free trip with me?" "CAN I RUN TESTS ON YOU???"

Shawn knowing the very few languages Stone doesn't 🥺

Jake: I can't read [language]!

Shawn: ...why do ya need to read it?

Jake: Save the world, stop the bad guy, you wouldn't get it.

Shawn: So, like, how important is it that you translate that?

Jake: Fate of the world's at stake, why?

Shawn: *translates perfectly*

Shawn would notice Ezekial pickpocket Lassie immediately and then wait 10 minutes and pretend it's a ✨️vision✨️

"I'm sensingggg, the younger one stole, I'm I'm getting leather? Coins?? Oh my GODDDD!!!!! You stole Lassie’s wallet! :0"

Flynn and Jenkins side eyeing bc they can TELL that man ain't psychic.

Baird getting mad at Ezekial and making him give the wallet back

"Ah ah ah! WITH the money!"

TRUTH MAGIC

Shawn would totally pick up the ONE artifact that makes you tell the truth

They could use Shawn's ungodly charisma at the library, and with that brain of his? I bet he's got an invitation before.

Shawn meeting Excalibur: Woah.....I bet you could cut a tonnn of pineapples..

《 These ideas ARE from a discord server, and while most of them did come from me, some of these thoughts were proposed by other people! I don't want to steal any ideas, so I thought I'd point this out here :) 》

Am tired but can't sleep because too many ✨️ideas✨️

[saba-hussaini]

ٹھوکرا دو گر دے کوئی زلت سے سمندر...

عزت سے جو ملے وو قطرہ بھی بہوت ہے.

thukraa do gar de koi zillat se samandar...

izzat se jo miley wo khatra bhi bahot hai.

[botanists-little-cookie]

A Potion and a Sparkling Ring

Aslia x Hina | romantic fluff

a proposal fic? whaaaat???? okay but seriously i've started calling Hina my wife and then the potions event happened so uh. here we are i guess

"Oho, so you're the ones behind the potion shop I've heard so much about! When it comes to fulfilling requests, I heard the customer's wish is practically your command."

At the sound of her girlfriend's voice, Aslia looks up from the book she's reading. Sure enough, Hina is standing there, her eyes twinkling and tail wagging. The rabbit lady blushes, and buries her face in her book to the sound of Lisa's teasing giggle. As Paimon and Lumine greet the general and her companion, Aslia's mind drifts. A bag hangs off the back of rose chair, and this is the perfect situation for ro to make use of it.

A brief tug on rose arm makes rose look up. Lisa is tugging gently on her arm, a silent encouragement to go greet the guests. Kirara, who Aslia is only vaguely acquainted with, is rocking back and forth idly. Lisa greets the guests in her usual playful tone, while Aslia stares at Hina with a wistful smile as ro shoulders rose bag. Then ro basically sprints the short distance between the potions stand and the cauldron where the others stand, exclaiming, "Puppy!"

Hina barely has enough time to turn around before she receives an armful of her girlfriend, but her tail is wagging more than before. Aslia presses kisses all over Hina's face as the general giggles and manages to say, "Hey, Bunny!"

"Oh, this cutie seems to like you," Lisa teases. Aslia pulls away from Hina, rolling rose eyes playfully. Crossing her arms and turning to Lisa she grumbles, "Lisa!"

Lisa puts her hands up in surrender with a little giggle. She keeps talking, but Aslia stops paying attention. Ro is more concerned with rummaging around in rose bag, pausing when ro finally finds the item ro's looking for.

A small box.

She'd had this for months, waiting for the perfect opportunity to give it to its intended recipient.

And now here's the recipient, standing right in front of her, unaware of what Aslia holds in her hands.

"Hey, Shining Star, are you gonna help out?" Lumine asks, causing Aslia to jump and nearly drop the box. She approaches the cauldron, asking, "So, Lulu, what're we making?"

Lumine explains the potion the three of them will be making for Hina and Kirara. One to keep them, and the soldiers of Watatsumi, in peak condition. Aslia nods in understanding as she prepares herself for her role in making the potion. She leans over Lumine's shoulder, pointing out places to put ingredients to make the most efficient potion.

When it's done, Lumine pours it into a heart-shaped bottle, picked out by a blushing Aslia. Then Paimon attaches a decoration to the bottle, whilst Lumine sidles over to Aslia.

"So... Hina," Lumine giggles, "and that little box I saw?" Aslia lets out a squeak of embarrassment, rose face burning. Ro knows that Lumine has figured out what's in the box, so ro just nods a little. Lumine grins wide and chirps, "About time!"

"About time for what?" Paimon asks, poking their head over Lumine's shoulder as they pass the finished potion to it. Lumine takes the potion and whispers, "Aslia's hoping to get engaged."

"Again?" Paimon asks, louder than strictly necessary, prompting Hina and Kirara to glance over for just a moment before resuming their conversation. Aslia pulls out the box again, looking at it with a faraway stare. Paimon looks at rose, then over to where Hina and Kirara are speaking. Then back to Aslia, then Hina, then Aslia one more time. Recognition dawns on their face, and then a smile.

"Good luck!" Paimon chirps, patting Aslia on the back. Meanwhile, Lumine holds out her hand with a knowing smirk. Aslia tilts her head in confusion, before Lumine gestures to the ring.

"Put the ring around the potion neck. Hina sees the ring. You propose," she starts, before Paimon finishes, "Bam! There you go!"

The plan makes Aslia blush, but ro nods in agreement. Lumine holds out the bottle, and Aslia carefully works the ring over the neck. It's big enough - or the bottle neck is small enough, Aslia's not sure - that the ring slides down easily.

Then Lumine approaches Hina and Kirara, distracting them from their conversation. Paimon encourages them to try the potion, with Hina praising it with her usual genuine smile. Kirara tests it as well, also having nothing but compliments.

"Hey, what's this?" Kirara examines the bottle carefully upon spotting the ring. Then her eyebrows raise in realization, and she giggles with a playful, "General, I believe this is for you!"

"H-huh...?" Hina stammers, taking the bottle and staring at the ring. Aslia clears rose throat. Ro's down on one knee, rose hands out as if gesturing to the ring on the bottle. Ro just hopes ro looks more confident than ro feels.

"Hina... will you marry me?"

Hina blushes, her entire face burning red. Aslia can see her tail wagging as she stares at Aslia for a long moment before announcing her answer of, "Of course!"

Lumine, Paimon, and Kirara burst into cheers as Aslia leaps up, and then Hina pulls her into a kiss.

This, of course, is the exact moment that Lisa approaches. She compliments them, her usually playful tone entirely genuine. Aslia thanks her as ro removes the ring from the bottle and places it on Hina's finger. It's a black band, with an amber-colored gemstone in the middle. She'd had to pay Wagner a fair bit of Mora to get him to make it, but it was worth every single one.

"Well, I guess our afternoon tea is more of an engagement party now, huh cuties?" Lisa asks playfully. Aslia and Hina both blush, though Aslia is also rolling her eyes playfully.

"Now I'm really glad we decided to make that delay," Hina giggles to her new fiancée.

"So am I," Aslia replies with a fond smile, "So am I."

[tragedytells-tales]

OC Corner: Ambrose Majesty

Thought / dialog: Mr. Majesty's welcome to the first years ( Song: The Greatest Show P!ATD Cover ) / Not proofread

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The first years, housewardens, and new prefects get summoned to gather in the school theater that evening. The invitation they got, delivered in a small ball of light, was signed by someone named "Mr. Majesty."

Although the prefects and a few first years don't recognize this name, the school seems to be bursting at the seams with life and excitement. A small buzz hangs in the air as a few first years mutter to themselves, joy and curiosity drenching their tones.

However, Crowley seems more nervous than excited. For once the headmage is even doing his best to make the school seem orderly, as orderly as it can get anyway.

The prefects start to question who exactly this "Mr. Majesty" is or why they had never heard of him before if he was this popular amongst the students.

The school day goes on as normal, but the excitement for the evening never wavers. Everyone bustled into the theater, settling into the dorm sections with ease.

At first, the Ramshackle students begin to go towards their favored dorm seats but get ushered towards the Ramshackle section, where small name plates sit on their seats. And they're the best seats in the theater.

The theater begins to go dark, hushed whispers fall to silence, and dull stomps can be heard bouncing off of the walls. A voice rings out from somewhere no one can see and easily carries itself throughout the stadium sized room. Not too loud, but just loud enough. It almost sounded royal, and all attention shot towards the stage.

???: Hello new first years! And allow me to welcome you to Night Raven College!

The warm orange stage lights flicker on before switching between the colors that represent every dorm, even a cool white for Ramshackle.

The curtains swing open and a tall silhouette stands before a bright green light shining from somewhere behind the stage.

???: Dear royal subjects, this is the moment you've waited for.

The music thrummed throughout the theater, shaking the floor as drums thundered.

???: Been searching in the dark, magic soaking through the floor.

Just above the silhouette hovered what looked like a shadowed staff with golden glow shining through the glass diamond at the top. A staff that fell into the man's hands and twirled.

???: And buried in your bones there's an ache that you can't ignore. Stealing your breaths, taking your minds, and that is real is left behind.

The green light dropped and shifted to blue as it moved above the stage. As the silhouette stepped into the light, a tall man with white hair and gray eyes came into view.

He seemed to be the exact opposite of Crowley, his outfit was a simple black button and tie with a white blazer and dress pants. A crown with green ribbons and gems hovered just above his hair and glasses didn't reflect a glare of light. The ear peircings he had matched the ankle length black and white cape that hung off his shoulders.

The true attention grabber was the staff he carried. It was marbled white with gray streaks of color, and at the very top was a diamond shaped glass structure that held an orange glow. The magic that poured off of the staff was powerful, but the strong magic from that man was even more apparent.

Even the lights around him seemed to glow and glitter slightly brighter. And the crowd erupted in cheers for a moment.

???: Don't fight it, it's coming for ya, running at cha'. It's born in this moment, greatness comes right after. It's all your dreams, can't you see, getting closer? Just surrender cause you feel the feeling taking over.

The man twirled his staff and threw open his arms, sending a soft wave of magic shaped like the dorm's signatures flew forward like soundless fireworks.

???: It's fire, it's freedom, it's flooding open! It's the devotion of housewardens, remains unbroken! There's something breaking at the brick of every wall that's holding all that you know,

The man slammed his staff to the stage, a green and golden light seeps into the floorboards before a platform opens up and slowly raises the man into the air. Large glowing, transparent figures of the Great Seven and a skeletal man with a top hat and a hat box began to form as the magic from the floorboards rose with the man. The magic flooded the theater.

Light glittered and reflected off of the decorations in the theater, giving it a mystical haze as the magic formed into bubbles that fluttered around the theater. The lights in the bubbles began to change to match the dorms they hovered near.

???: So tell me do you wanna go?

???: Where it's covered in all the colored lights! Where the runaways are running the night!

The man shot a small glance and smile towards the Ramshackle students.

???: Impossible comes true, it's taking over you!

Voices sounded from the crowd, loud and roaring but blending with the music perfectly. "OH, THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW!"

The platform stopped a few feet above the stage, and with a wave of his staff, the images of the Great Seven and the top hat man changed into the housewardens. Including the prefects and Ramshackle students.

???: We light it up, we won't come down! And the sun can't stop us now! Watching it come true, it's taking over you!

The voices boomed again, this time louder as their dorm's images glittered with their energy. "THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW!"

The man tossed his staff into the air and watched it spin in the shape of a star before rocketing to his palm. With a twirl, the man threw it into his other hand before slamming it on the platform as the music dropped.

???: Colossal we come these renegades in the rain!

The staff shook and the light within it shone brighter and brighter. The man raised the staff to the roof just as a beam of green light shot upwards and into the ceiling as the music swelled.

???: Where the lost get found and we crown them to start their reign!

The light spread in a lighting like pattern across the roof of the theater, small sparks of light spilling from the cracks and fluttering to the seats of the students.

???: Don't fight it, it's coming for you, running at you! It's born in this moment, greatness comes right after! It's blinding, outshining anything that you know! Just surrender cause you're coming and you wanna go!

The cracks grew larger and deeper before the ceiling itself began to open and revealed the now star-ridden sky above the theater. The bubbles all rose higher into the sky, creating a light show as they mimicked the stars above with a small dance that trailed light across the sky. Almost like a meteor shower.

???: Where it's covered in all the colored lights! Where the runaways are running the night! Impossible comes true, intoxicating you!

The voices boomed again, somehow even louder as the students' excitement and joy blended with the magic around them. "OH, THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW!"

???: We light it up, we won't come down! And the sun can't stop us now! Watching it come true, it's taking over you!

"OH, THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW!"

The music took a dip and quieted, leaving the theater filled with the sound of the students' feet stopping in rhythm to the pulsing beat. A few of the magic bubbles fell back into the students' areas, leaving small specks of light buried in hair and spattered on noses. Every time one popped, another two appeared.

???: Where it's covered in all the colored lights! Where the runaways are running the night!

The man's platform fell until it blended back in with the stage as he hopped off a few inches from the floor. He waved his staff as he opened his arms towards the theater filled with students, even high-fiving a few as he walked forward, towards the center of the stage.

???: Impossible comes true, it's taking over you!

The lights along the stage followed him, behind him the dorm's coffins shone in the light. One by one as they switched, a few first years could be seen after their dorm coffins. The Ramshackle prefects and students even appearing. Their names hovered above their heads in glowing cursive letters.

"OH, THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW!"

The man gave every first year a polite smile before he raised his hands and waved his staff, following the music as it swelled louder and louder. The joy and excitement in the air mixed with the magic that fluttered in the air, voices harmonizing with the chorus as students rose from their seats.

???: We light it, we won't come down!

Fire erupted from the stage in a quick blast, sending sparks and a barely noticeable warmth over the gasping crowd.

???: And no world can stop us now! Watching it come true, it's taking over you!

The visions of the dorm members shifted to different staff members, from the teachers to the school nurse, to the lunch staff. Each one appeared for a moment, forms transparent and humming with magic that sparkled in the lights.

"OH, THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW!"

"OH, THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW!"

"OH, THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW!"

The man danced around the stage, twirling and spinning as the bubbles began to surround him and the stage. His staff flew from his hand and shot around the theater like a shooting star, sending flickers of magic around the students that matched the sparkles of magic falling from the open ceiling.

"OH, THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW!"

The man ran towards the far center of the stage, catching his staff with ease as it bulleted toward him, and posed as two more glowing figures rose behind him. In the center of the Great Seven and top hat guy, the housewardens, and the prefects was the figure of Crowley and a figure of the unfamiliar man. Above his silhouette hovered his name.

Vice Headmage, Mr. Majesty

His voice blended in with the students as the music slowly began to dip and slow, signaling the end of the magical show.

Mr Majesty: "OH, THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW!! WELCOME TO NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE!!!"

As the magic began to recede to the place Mr. Majesty stood, and the ceiling fixed itself back into place, the warm orange glow of the regular theater lights turned on with a slow shift. The students began to calm and return to sitting in their seats before cheers and clapping erupted from around the theater.

Mr. Majesty bowed towards the crowd, giving them all a bright smile as gray eyes drifted over the crowd. He gave a small nod towards the Ramshackle students specifically before addressing the entire crowd.

Mr. Majesty: It was truly lovely to finally get to meet all of the new first years. I'm happy to finally get to greet you all properly. This would have normally been scheduled on the day of your orientation, but a few things came up that took me away from school.

Mr. Majesty placed a hand to his chest and tucked his staff under his arm.

Mr. Majesty: I am Ambrose Majesty, your vice headmage. Should you feel the need to have anything about your academic life addressed, don't be afraid to come to me. I am always willing to make time for my royal subjects.

Mr. Majesty: Now, I'm sure Crowley likely left everything to the overworked and unpaid housewardens when it came to introducing you to the school. However, this time we'll be doing things a bit more officially.

With a snap, two pamphlets made their way into the students hands. As well as small usable pens that looked like carbon copies of their own.

Mr. Majesty: One of those pamphlets contains school information such as a map for your classes, places to buy school supplies, and the names of your teachers. That's likely useless now because of my lateness, but it's still good to have in case of an amnesia accident.

Mr. Majesty: The other one is a map of buildings, events, and clubs outside of the school. Such as this theater, the swim club, or the cafe club. There you will find everything else that this school has to offer, including extra curriculars or relaxing spots.

Mr. Majesty: Now I've kept you all long enough, haven't I?

Mr. Majesty lightly tossed his staff and pointed towards a separate set of grandeur doors deeper into the theater. They swung open to reveal a massive, glass-ceilinged ballroom that was filled with tables lined with food and drinks. Quiet classical music sounded from the room, blending with the quiet chatter of staff and kitchen workers and bustling in the kitchens.

Mr. Majesty: Feel free to help yourselves to refreshments and food while mingling with your fellow classmates, or return to your dorms if you so please. If you have any questions, you can always ask the staff or come find me tomorrow. Goodnight my royal subjects, and have a wonderful first year at Night Raven College!

With a small nod and giant wave, the man tossed his staff into the air and twirled it in both hands one last time before tapping it to the stage floor.

The circle around him glowed and golden magic rose and swirled around him. The gaps in the magic closed and Mr. Majesty disappeared, leaving nothing but a puff of golden glittering smoke behind.

And that was how the first years met their vice headmage, Ambrose Majesty.

AN: He is building a home in my brain, oh boy

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matilda bishop (headless): 🐦‍⬛✨️

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adam maitland (beetlejuice): 🏚🔧

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note: blog the tag #took a risk on the satellite if you don't want to see me being insufferable, bitter, and/or gay.

this is also my hideaway when something happens to my main

[whitedovebby]

...excuse me while I

This was so UTTERLY perfect, I'm actually in love, I was on the verge of tears purely because the language throughout was like the epitome of poetry 😭😭

A torrential downpour. Poseidon’s wrath lashing down the panes of your living room windows. The terrific sound of it is only drowned out by the hum of your TV set, the one source of light in this dark room and you, a moth to flame, circle it, afraid of getting too close lest you burn. 

So close to the beginning and I already got goosebumps because of the words, the flow, I'm CRYING

Sandy hair two shades darker, baby fat bereft on now-chiseled cheeks. It’s easy to pick apart the pixels of the man’s profile when he’s staring at the audience. Heart knocking against your ribs, you can’t help reaching out and tracing the angle of his jaw, this uncelebrated member of the President’s security entourage on national television who’s unknowingly subbing in for your once-boyfriend. Long-term, long-distance lover, if you wanted to flatter yourself. 

Goosebumps, goosebumps, I wish to have a level of prose like this ✨️🥹

The trek is arduous, nonlinear. The same injuries show up again and again, scattered across his body like fireworks. You think you’re fine, using one hand for the job and clutching the other to your heart so it won’t break, and then you slip, grab onto his shoulders for support, and your palms fall over the flat of his back.

I'm so sorry this is so long, but this fic has me in a chokehold, and i cannot express how utterly, terrifically beautiful your writing is vivi ✨️💕 <333

Six years have gone by since 1998. Two since the death of your first (and only) love. So when the dead come knocking at your door after your life went to hell without warning, you have a tough time welcoming him back in. In Leon's defense, his hands were tied. You? You'd put your life almost unforgivably on hold after he blindsided you.

Maybe the only way to get you to listen is to tie yours.

STRICTLY MDNI!! f / m make-up sex after a reunion gone sour. ANGST GALORE. established relationship but it's Messy, plot spans pre-re2r to re4r, character study (scar tour!!), Foreplay: The Movie, good bdsm etiquette...leon doms PLS STAY WITH ME. light bondage + blindfold, The Chair™️, munch MARATHON, emotions (read: LEON) keep edging you before an extremely self-indulgent dicking down. consensual unsafe sex, PRAISE, lil bit of mean ft. leon's possessive streak + morning after <3

a/n: anon req gone wildly wrong. welcome back to ovulation week with vivi, THE MOST UNORIGINAL BITCH ON THE PLANET 😭 i read a fic about getting tied to a chair and discovered something about myself. now i’m convinced daydreaming about bondage w/ leon is how i passed finals. oops. pray i survive second sem y'all🧍

word count: 6.3k 🤡 // read on ao3

“The heart has its reasons which reason does not know.” - Blaise Pascal

Like any good breakup scene, it starts with rain. 

A torrential downpour. Poseidon’s wrath lashing down the panes of your living room windows. The terrific sound of it is only drowned out by the hum of your TV set, the one source of light in this dark room and you, a moth to flame, circle it, afraid of getting too close lest you burn. 

The President’s on tonight. His daughter’s back safe and sound, having been spirited away to Spain. The press release is overjoyed to report that one indomitable man brought her back in a matter of days. President Graham declares it with a triumphant fist: an American hero stands in front of us tonight, and the crowd erupts in cheers for the First Daughter’s savior, but honest to God, you couldn’t give a shit about his heroics.

Not when Leon’s right there. Suited and tied. 

Or as close to living, breathing Leon as you could hope to get.

You inch closer to the screen when the camera pans over a face you haven’t seen properly in six years.

Sandy hair two shades darker, baby fat bereft on now-chiseled cheeks. It’s easy to pick apart the pixels of the man’s profile when he’s staring at the audience. Heart knocking against your ribs, you can’t help reaching out and tracing the angle of his jaw, this uncelebrated member of the President’s security entourage on national television who’s unknowingly subbing in for your once-boyfriend. Long-term, long-distance lover, if you wanted to flatter yourself. 

It doesn’t matter now. It’s getting late and dreaming should be done in bed. You reach for the remote to turn the prerecorded program off, and the rain starts falling – no, knocking – exceptionally harder against your front door. Urgently, like it wants in. 

And then the rain calls out your name.

The floorboards creak under your feet when you go to investigate through the peephole. A powder blue eye stares back.

“Who is it?” you call out, voice shriller than you’d like.

“Open the door, please? I’ll explain inside. It’s freezing out here.”

“I don’t let strangers in, sorry. Who are you?”

The rain answers in a familiar timbre that sends shivers down your spine. “Trust me, just this once.”

The doorknob clatters in surprise at the twist of your wrist, and swings open to reveal the man from your TV set, now escaped and peering at you through dewy lashes the pixels had hidden. Your eyes flit across his features: it’s the very same jawline, black suit identical to the one on your screen. Exactly the man your brain had tried hushing your heart from recognizing.

Your hold on the doorknob trembles.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Leon offers you a ghost of a smile as the storm pelts down his shoulders. “May I come in?”

“You watch the news a lot?” he ventures after a few minutes.

“Huh?”

Once the initial shock of Leon’s appearance subsides, something acrid settles in your bones. The silence between you two stretches like taffy waiting to be pulled. It sticks in your throat without much coming out to abate it. What else can you do when the dead rejoin the world of the living?

Make light conversation. You can do that. 

“Leon, I thought you died.” Or not.

He shoots you a half-grin. “I wouldn’t die on you just like that, you know.”

“You practically did,” you retort, voice going thick. 

You find old habits hard to break. It’s nothing new. You’re perched on the armrest of your couch, a familiar penchant Leon had smiled at when he shut the front door behind him. His habit of shaking his hair dry like a puppy also hadn’t gone away, much to the traitorous delight of your heart. You’d almost giggled when he accidentally sprayed you with rainwater doing it. 

Now, you’re watching him fold his suit jacket over one of your kitchen chairs with his back turned to you, an odd bulge in its left pocket threatening to send the whole thing crashing to the floor at any moment. Other secrets hang in the air like ghosts. Leon’s tie sits drying on top of your radiator. You think you should tell him to peel off his soaked dress shirt, he might catch a cold otherwise, but are you allowed to say that anymore? 

Worse still, why do you want to?

“I saw you on the news. That’s why,” you reply a beat too late. “You told me in your last letter that you were going to work for the government. Something to do with the President, and ever since then I…I turn it on when something big happens.”

Leon stops fiddling with his jacket, turning to you with wide eyes. “That was-”

“Two years ago?” You swallow. “I know.”

The letters sit burning holes in a box under your bed, all stamped and postmarked with no return address since 1998. The last day you’d seen him alive and breathing. 

Leon was the boy you’d hold hands with under desks in high school, a high school sweetheart as textbook as they come. You’d ditched prom to wish on shooting stars in the back of his first car, let him be the first to slip off your spaghetti straps when kissing grew too chaste to convey the giddiness in your chest. 

Puppy love turned into something perennial. Real. He’d carried moving boxes up the stairs of your first apartment, and you right after. You’d watched him rise through the ranks of the Academy. Cheered front row at his graduation, let him spin you in your highest heels right in front of your parents. Blushed when he’d squeeze your hand tighter walking past the jeweler’s at the mall. 

And you’d soaked Leon’s chest with tears before he rushed off to Raccoon City that September night so long ago, steely resolve in his eyes and a promise on his lips to come right back after doing his sworn duty.

Leon never returned. His letters did, though. 

Envelopes from seemingly nowhere – blacked out epistolary updates you’d read on your bathroom floor that grew briefer as weeks spiraled into months. 

What you could piece together from what wasn’t censored under an increasingly watchful eye was that Leon was under a government contract, fighting tooth and nail in some kind of training program that couldn’t have been any run-of-the-mill police kind. Something he had as little agency over as the frequency of his letters, he’d promised you. He was going to come home one day. Just one more month of training, one more mission, one last test. 

Leon was furious in his final message when he found out about the deal with the White House. The censor didn’t go through as much as it should have; you’d never been more grateful for the oversight as you tilted the page to read his scribbles in the margins.

Then came a terrifying radio silence. 

You waited each month afterwards for the postman to stop by your mailbox. Waded through a snowstorm in January to make sure the post office had your new address when you moved in 2003, practically begged the lady at the counter to check if they’d mixed up your letters with anyone else’s in the meantime. Nothing. 

“Two years, Leon,” you grit out, digging your nails into the leather of your couch. The tail end of his name takes on an ugly shape in your mouth when you rise to your feet, “I waited two years not knowing if you were alive or not.”

No one had answers to his disappearance except for the one you’d endured ever since he left: move on. 

The way he holds his tongue now, too, sets sparks alight in your throat. “And you want to know what happened to me since then?”

“Tell me,” Leon says softly.

Your voice falters. 

A dead man walking would take the breath out of you in any case, but it does even more so now that Leon looks larger than life – no longer an afterimage on TV and coming over to where you stand. Even with his shirt sleeves plastered to them from the rain, Leon’s arms look used to heavy duty; there’s a broadness in his shoulders he didn’t have out of the Academy. 

His mouth pinches when he stops a tentative foot away from you. “Tell me,” he repeats, frowning at your averted gaze. 

He’s waiting for you to speak. So close you could touch him, blood pumping through his veins just like you’d once prayed for until your breath ran out.

And it pisses you off. 

He doesn’t get to have it this easy.

“No.” 

Confusion colors his exclamation. “No?”

“No.” You smile bitterly at the ground when he backs off an inch, raising your chin to look him in the eyes as your own start to sting. “You don’t get to be the good guy. You don’t get to come barrelling back into my life, how’d you know I live here anyway…”

“I found out as soon as I could, you don’t think I’ve been worried sick about you-”

“Not after you cut me off!” 

“It’s not that simple!”

Two years. 730 days. Your throat so hoarse from crying the night before that you’d called off work some mornings. 

“You know what I think, Leon? I bet you thought I’d wait on you forever.”

He blinks fast, taken aback. “I wouldn’t- I couldn’t do that to you.”

“So you’d have come back even if I didn’t?”

Didn’t. A flicker of something soft crosses his face. “Really?”

With your heart beating out of your chest, you cross your arms and spit out a haughty, “Of course not.”

Leon stares.

The resulting silence stretches half a minute.

It’s a tepid standoff at first, made worse by you searching his person up and down. You wrack your brain for his old tells: a jumping muscle in his jaw, a furrow of his brow. Angry, pink cheeks accompanied by a crestfallen pout. 

Nothing. He’s dead silent.

So you double down. 

“My friends told me to settle down, said it wasn’t safe living alone,” you sniff, rocking on the balls of your feet. “So unless you-mmf!”

Lips, crashing onto yours. Burning warm. Two seconds of affection before a tongue flicks brashly over the seam of your stunned mouth. Your brain in overdrive. Leon no longer a foot away but pressed so fiercely against you that your camisole starts going see-through from the water still saturating his shirt. 

Your hands feebly come up to his chest, not to push him off like you should, but to cling to his collar. Old habit.

Fuck. 

“You’ve gotten mean, sweetheart,” Leon grins razor sharp, whispering into the corner of your mouth. “It’s a good look on you.”

“I’m not…” God, he’s kissing the sense out of your head. Your lungs suck in his breaths like a failed attempt to go cold turkey.

“Sure you are, lying to me like that. Watching the news just in case I’m there.” 

Rough hands dig under your thighs. Hoist you up like you’re made of feathers.

“Only your shoes on the shoe rack. Heels I bought you.”

Your feet dangle in the air, your head’s not used to the drop in air pressure this high. You’re being lifted – where? 

“You think I’m that dense, baby?” 

The sound of wooden scraping scratches your ears as you register one of your kitchen chairs being dragged to the middle of the living room. You’re plopped unceremoniously down. 

And with your vision swimming, you notice Leon finally taking off his shirt. Unbuttoning it with fervor, throwing the fabric onto the floor so hard there’s a wet thwack!, and suddenly, he’s knelt at your feet, looking up at you with teeth chattering from the chill and a blizzard brewing in his eyes.

The raging storm outside nearly quiets for him to tell you, “We’re gonna do it this way.”

A cocktail of resentment and curiosity churns in your stomach. You stare daggers at the ceiling. Leon snatches his tie off the radiator and wraps it around his hand, checking if it’s dry by now. 

It is. Good. 

“Since you don’t want to look at me so badly,” he hisses, “you won’t need to look at me at all.” He unfurls the tie and lays it flat against his palm. “This is going over your eyes so I can actually get something inside your head. And you’re going to feel everything I say, okay?”

“I feel cold. You got my shirt wet,” you spit back.

“Then take it off,” Leon says smoothly.

How rude. Utterly uncouth. 

You’ve never flung off an article of clothing faster. You’ve got nothing to hide, you’re fucking better than to play meek to his games. Your bra barely hides how your nipples pebble in the frigid air, and Leon sucks in a breath at the sight. You’re wearing blue lace. His favorite.

His tone softens a fraction of a degree when he instructs, “You say ‘stop’ and it’s over. Tell me you understand.”

“I do.”

The silk wraps gentler around your eyes than you expect. The living room disappears into velvet, and your fingers twitch, itching to fly at your face and investigate the cause of this new pitch black.

“Hands down. I need them more than you do.” 

Leon’s voice ripples in the darkness. Oh God. That must be why people do this sort of thing. 

“Are you nervous?” he asks, almost in awe.

Fuckfuckfuck. He wasn’t supposed to tell this early. 

“...a little.”

Your hand gets lifted into the air, your index and middle fingers separated from the rest. Leon touches their tips to the hollow in the middle of his collarbone, and right here, you feel the flutter of life. Wingbeats matching the race of your own heart. 

So is he.

There’s movement, butterfly wings brushing against your cheek when he reaches up to press a kiss there. Your fingers fall away from the base of his throat and land on a raised patch just below his right shoulder. It’s…almost star-shaped. Rough. 

“You have a scar here,” you breathe. “How’d you-”

“Bullet wound, 1998. I want you to keep going.”

You could’ve dug your nails into it. Scratched off one more reminder of the day Leon left you in the dark. His tie leaves you blind, but you don’t need sight to feel the trust Leon still has in you as he invites your fingertips to his chest. You go gentle into the good night with his voice to guide you.

“Knife scar,” he whispers. Soft, like how you trace over the mark. 

Your fingertips shake over his ribs.

“Burns from saving a little girl. She had eyes like yours.”

The trek is arduous, nonlinear. The same injuries show up again and again, scattered across his body like fireworks. You think you’re fine, using one hand for the job and clutching the other to your heart so it won’t break, and then you slip, grab onto his shoulders for support, and your palms fall over the flat of his back.

Two symmetrical gashes spread across his shoulder blades – Icarus’ wings singed off.

“I’ve tried saving a lot over the years, sweetheart,” Leon goes quiet, a new grief clogging his flow of explanation. “Thought I could have it all at first, you and this job. I wrote you less, told myself you’d already moved on, but you’re right, I…I wanted to keep you.” You discover tears sound thick when he laughs. “I’ve lost so fucking much these six years and I don’t know why I can’t bring myself to lose you too.”

“The kids in high school,” trembles your own voice, “they said I’d run away with you, but you ended up running from me.” 

“When you’re all I have left?” Leon brings your palm to his cheek. “How could I?”

“But you did!” you sob, banging weak fists against his chest.

You remember the pity, the snide judgment. Declining invites and frustrating friends when you’d flake on blind dates set up to get you out of the house. Switching excuses every time somebody back home called and inevitably asked, So when are you and Leon going to visit? Warring against logic (of course he’s fucking dead) and the arrested development of your heart as you rolled dice on his return. Four years in a stupor of when, two of what now?

Spending all that time at odds with yourself and the world turned you into a real tough kid. A callous bitch. Eventually, you forced yourself to explore your options like a grown woman should. Tried your hand at anything legal to forget the sinking feeling in your chest. Had a phase where you’d wake up in a stranger’s bed only to go home and collapse, rereading Leon’s letters in the cardboard box under your own. If it was steel that marked his back like this, yours is streaked with flint.

And that’s exactly what you tell him. 

Immediately, his shoulders straighten. “So you’ve gone on a few dates.”

If he wanted to be polite about it, yes.

“Did they fuck you as good as I did?”

You splutter. A cold zephyr breezes over your breasts when Leon exhales. There’s a rattle of metal – his belt, you register faintly – and your eyes squeeze shut behind your blindfold when he rises from his kneel, leaving the space between your thighs empty. 

“That is one hell of a greeting after six years, sweetheart.” His chuckle is dark, delightful. “Hands behind your back.” 

“You’re not fucking arresting me right now, Leon, I don’t know what you’re playing at,” you squeak when he loops leather over your wrists. Annoyingly, they fit perfectly in his palm. “Have you lost your mind? You- I still can’t see!”

Leon’s hold goes still. “Is that a stop?”

You huff indignantly. 

He shakes your wrists. “I don’t mess with that shit. Do you want me to stop?”

“…no.”

“Good. Comfortable?”

Embarrassingly enough, the back of your kitchen chair isn’t half bad to have your arms around. Giving your newly bound hands a wriggle, you answer Leon with a quick nod, and he presses his lips to the back of your head in confirmation. He circles back between your thighs, a vulture in the dark. Your knees shove open courtesy of two calloused palms. 

“Lift your hips,” is your next instruction. And then, “These are coming off.” 

Your bottoms slide off in a fleeting caress down your legs. A cushion pushes between the surprised arch of your back and the chair’s straight one, leaving your bare, trembling- oh God. 

Oh God. He’s-

“You’re going to hold perfectly still and let me say hello to my favorite girl, sweetheart. Poor thing hasn’t gotten any attention since I’ve been spoiling you with all my talking.”

A kiss falls onto your clit. Your hips jerk up – oh shit! 

Leon seizes the opportunity to lick into your entrance before further coherent thought can form in your brain. 

He must’ve planned it, counting on your brainless reflexes to push your hips further into his scorching mouth. You get points for being brave, though: swallowing screams, pretending your thighs aren’t fighting to clamp around his head, attempting an escape to your happy place when really, this is it – this painstakingly sweet suction on your nerves.

He pops off with a wet smack! magnified by your blindfold. Slurs, “Missed this pussy so fuckin’ much,” dives back to trace figure eights around your clit with the tip of his tongue. 

You pretend the icy air is curling your toes for ego’s sake. Try and stave off morbid curiosity. “You…didn’t see anyone? All this time – hah!”

“Do you have any idea,” suck, “how many times I’ve come into my hand thinking of you?”

Your heavy head falls back with a wail.

“How many times I’ve fucked my fist to your name?”

“Leon!”

He pulls away at your keening cry, deaf to any begging to come back. “You just never know what’s good for you, baby. You don’t listen to your friends, you let me tie you up like this, fuck yourself on my face…” 

There’s rustling, and your living room bursts with color as a sharp tug untwists the knot of Leon's tie behind your head. You enter the world in tears all over again. 

“Pleasepleaseplease, I was so close-”

And when the darkness subsides, you’re free to lay eyes on the perpetrator. 

Leon.

Leon with his hair mussed to high heaven, pushed to his forehead by the greedy grind of your hips. Ocean eyes surveying you over a mouth flushed red with cheeks to match. A fallen angel at your feet, working his sinful tongue inside his mouth as he breathes.

Blood thumps through your veins. Your chest heaves. The chair is sticky, uncomfortable; entirely your fault. Your hands writhe behind your back as you struggle to sit up properly against the pillow and salvage some of your pride.

Leon’s gaze fixes on the floor. “I didn’t. Didn’t have time, didn’t want to. Whatever you want to call it.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, throat swelling with thorns, and he groans like you kicked him in the ribs.

He rises to his knees as you slump; reaches behind the chair to unbuckle your restraints, shaking his head. “Yeah, I should be. I put you through hell for six years. I came back from Spain expecting to introduce myself to your fiancé or something, you know? Should’ve brought flowers at least.”

A hot tear slides down your cheek. 

It was Leon. On the news. The President’s daughter, the rescue. 

The hero.

This is how you welcome a hero home?

Spying your arms wilted at your sides, Leon takes the opportunity to press his mouth to the plush of your inner thigh. This time, it’s a warming salve when he kisses into your skin, unlatching only to move an inch and repeat, sucking roses the shape of his mouth onto the softest parts of you.

He rasps into your slick flesh, “Just let me have this, and I promise I’ll go.”

And he noses his way back into your folds, quickly giving up on flowery notions to feast like a man starved. You’re lulled to sleep by the lap of his tongue before he starts working it with the prowess of a Swiss knife, soothing and scalding in turns as it digs into your now oversensitive cunt. The scrape of his 5 o’clock shadow on your inner thigh makes for a maddening mix.

It all sends you crumpling over his head with a cry. 

His hungry hand pays no mind, scrambling under the lace of your bra to knead at your tender breast, thumbing at your nipple. You pay back the favor, fisting chunks of his hair as your arousal drips down his chin, and Leon’s thanks arrive in the form of guttural whines you’d forgotten you could wrench from him. 

So goes Leon’s last meal. You’d be enjoying it too if your brain hadn’t finally caught onto what came out of his mouth before he turned it into a decoy.

I’ll go.

Good luck fighting the itch to interrupt. 

You yank hard, and he moans complaint through a mouthful of pussy. “It’s not gonna work,” he gasps when you wrench his face from between your thighs, demanding explanation. 

“So you’re just going to walk out on me again?” you snap through a haze of tears. “What about what I want?”

“You want this?” 

Leon shoves your hands deeper still, wincing when he purposely digs your nails into his scalp. 

“Pull. Make it hurt,” he swallows, voice cracking. “Tell me to get the hell out. Tell me you hate me for breaking your heart. Find someone who’s in your life enough to love you right, and let me set you free, sweetheart, please. I can’t take it.”    

By all means, you should take his offer. 

Pull out every damn strand of hair on his head. Give him a taste of his own medicine. Go on for God’s sake. What happened to drinking yourself to half to death, trying to water down the fear that Leon beat you to its doorstep?

Think about never having to wake up to the cold side of your bed again. Don’t think about how perfectly Leon’s cheek cradles into your thigh. How he lets you map the moles on his neck when you have trouble falling asleep.   

Finally having a shoulder to cry on, someone who sweeps you off your feet, inside jokes that confuse everyone but you two. Forget how Leon won your heart as a teenager doing exactly that. 

Getting called pet names that make you blush in front of your friends: baby, angel, darling, sweetheart. Don’t you dare imagine each one rolling off Leon’s tongue the first time he crowned you with them.

Do not, above all circumstances, remember that wrapped in your arms right now is the boy who, after saving the President’s daughter all by himself, ran back to you within hours of his return. Who’d waited for you in his own way.

Your hands drop to cup his cheeks. Wetness makes your thumbs slip when you brush them across — the rain had to have dried off long ago. And with eyes misting shut, you thread your fingers as tenderly as you can through Leon’s hair, and press a kiss to the top of his head. 

“You’re really doing this?” Leon’s whisper wavers a decibel above hope.

Hotel citrus stings your nose, and you wonder how long it’ll take to replace it with the scent of your shampoo. 

You’ve missed this. Missed him. 

“The clearance I have after this mission, it’s insane,” he’s twenty-one again at the touch of your lips, gushing in disbelief over his badge coming in the mail with you at the kitchen table, “I-I couldn’t believe I got them to let me go right after the press release. Alone! I can’t be home all the time but it won’t be like before, I can actually come back, and if you want me to-”

But unfortunately, the relentless throb between your legs forces you to school your expression into anything except elated at the unfolding prospects.

“Leon.”

His grin flashes white. “Yeah?”

“If you came back just to eat me out, I’ll kick you out for real.”

It must be fun, you gripe, thinking straight without soft breaths fanning embers between your legs like a sadistic bellows for the past ten minutes; ruining your cushion beyond hope of wash or repair. 

Leon lets out a barking laugh, head thrown back, and aghast, you bat at his chest. 

“Mean really is a good look on you. You don’t want to talk details?” he teases, pulling you in for a kiss that tastes like desire – like you.

“Not when you’re- you know-” you splutter, antsy.

“Oh, come on. Say it.”

“You used to be nice to me!” 

Sadly for you, you’ve kissed him giddy, and giddy turns him cocky real fast. 

“I’ll give you whatever you want if you tell me, angel. Four words.” He grins, tucking a hand between your thighs to interrupt your squirming and raising the other to count, “‘Leon. Please…’”

“Fuck me already!” you cry, and it’s three, but he sweeps you up in a blur of limbs anyway.

Bra strap falling off your shoulder. His mouth sealing onto yours. Pussy sobbing for attention over the crotch of his dress slacks. Leon groaning at the feeling of you soaking through fabric covering a held-off arousal so hard there’s no way it doesn’t hurt. His endurance training had come in handy, it seems.

There’s a blind fumbling in the dim light as he grits out a “Gladly,” and stumbles out of your living room in a mad rush, sacrificing his shoulder to several walls for the sake of kissing you breathless.

“Sweetheart, you’re shaking like Bambi. You sure you can make it?”

“Leon Scott Kennedy, if you don’t take me to bed right this second…” 

“And here I was trying to be nice. Bedroom?”

“On the right,” you pant, clawing his mouth back onto yours again. 

He follows through, no reconnaissance training needed to find the door you direct him towards with your foot. Either the heat’s better here, or it’s every cell in your body buzzing with anticipation when he flicks the nearest lamp to life. You pull him onto the bed with you, silk sheets caressing your bare skin as you scooch to make space for Leon to crawl up and over you. 

The sharp rasp of a fly zipping undone cuts through the air. He hisses in frustration, patting his pockets. “Shit, I don’t have a-” 

“Condom?”

“Yeah. You still keep them in your nightstand?”

You worry your bottom lip. “Not for a while, I haven’t, um, done anything in a bit, but I’m on the pill and I’m clean.” Please, please, don’t let this be a dealbreaker. “Is…that okay?”

“Holy shit.” Leon whooshes out a breath, grinning as he leans back on his knees. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

It’s a go. Your stomach swoops with rollercoaster adrenaline.

He balls up his slacks, kicks off his sodden boxers (your chest puffs with pride as he tosses it to the floor), and parts your trembling legs painstakingly slow in comparison. Sharp eyes rove over the love bites littering your thighs, admiring his handiwork. You bite the inside of your cheek, devil on your shoulder itching you to tease, and let your hands skitter across over the juncture of your thighs where Leon’s focus lingers.

“Spread yourself for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs. 

You do. Let your fingers dip into your arousal, gasp at the cold air kissing your folds when you bloom for him. Roses all over your thighs when you’re his prettiest one. He leans down and kisses the bud at your center, sending the most pleasant electric tingle running up your spine. 

“You promised,” you whine, craning your neck to see his face framed between your thighs again. “Need you inside. Please.”

For once, Leon indulges you, but not without himself too. 

“Turn over for me. Oh, I know,” he coos at your pout and the upset buck of your hips, “give me a chance, angel. I’ve been dreaming of this for years. Planned out every fucking detail.”

You flip over with a huff. One broad palm lifts your pelvis into the air, easy as anything, and the other slips a pillow between your thighs, making sure the plump cotton nestles right up against your swollen clit. You give your hips a tentative grind and promptly gasp at the shot of pleasure. Friction at your command, leaving Leon free to run wild.

He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ears. “Good?”

“Mhm...”

You face the headboard, stomach to the sheets and blood roaring in your ears. Blind again to what he has in store for you. Slick pumps sound from behind – Leon finally planning to make good on his word – and the head of his cock nudges at your weeping entrance, teasing the now-fraying nerves lining your slit, so close to where you need him that your breath audibly catches.

He waits. Pulls your strings taut –

Hisses, “I’m gonna fuck out every memory of anyone you’ve been with while I was gone.”

– and cuts them loose.

Your scream ricochets off the walls when he plunges in.

It shouldn’t be pretty. There’s nothing pretty about the haze of green that clouded Leon’s vision for a selfish second while yours was at his mercy not long ago. Your one-night stands translated to competition in his head. He’s only a man. But there’s something undeniably pretty about the divine arch of your back that has him spellbound when your cunt swallows him to the root in a single go, suffocatingly sweet.

“Goddamn, you’re tight!” 

Leon’s fingers sink into the fat of your hips as he fights for balance. You’ve got a mattress to claw; he’s only as stable as his pride. He lets you catch your breath after the first thrust, has your addled brain waxing poetic when you swear you feel his dick throb in time with his heartbeat inside you. 

It doesn’t help that he’s got a mouth on him. “Pussy sucking me in like she doesn’t want me to leave,” he gasps when you clench.

Your fingers curl proudly into your bedsheets. 

It’s a game of push and pull from here. Leon’s hips drag back, and with all the agony of too many nights with his right hand and your name for company, he starts carving into the meat of your ass. 

You make a strangled noise, and eventually improve to, “Oh, ohmy- ohmygod!”

He can’t keep his hands off you. They span your lower back, cup your breasts in turns, explore the drenched underside of the pillow you rut against in time with his thrusts. You’re handled with just enough precision to keep you speared on his dick, all so Leon can watch, gobsmacked, how your drooling pussy opens up for him. In-out, in-out. A scene out of his wet dreams.

Your cries syncopate with the slam of his thighs against yours, an embarrassing, pornstar-worthy, “Ah-ah, ah-ah!” that you’d have more shame over if you weren’t busy getting the brains fucked out of you. 

Leon realizes the beauty of the present tense with each inch of his length you coat in your arousal over and over again. 

“Look so pretty taking me like this, my perfect girl, doing so fucking good, look at you…” 

The pressure building in your stomach rears its head. Threatens to push you over.

“I missed you so much,” you sob into the sheets, “so fucking much, I can’t, I don’t know how to- oh!” 

“Won’t leave you ever again,” Leon pants, tilting your chin so he can see your pretty face. “Never- oh my God, you’re close, aren’t you?”

Call it intuition, instinct. If you were close before, Leon’s fingers rushing to your clit cement your theory; he’s never been wrong about it, even as a rookie.

Your hands scramble to claw at the back of his neck.  

“Fuck, you are!” he exclaims.

Home stretch. Leon’s hips threaten to stutter, so he sinks his teeth in your shoulder in a desperate bid to keep them steady. 

For you, the pain of it is primal, flavored with a need for connection that has you groping blindly to lace his fingers through yours. Instinct all over again. 

For Leon, it’s how you kept him going all this time; you’ll keep him grounded now. He’s not going to last otherwise. 

You listen, face planted to the bed. Wait for the last thread to snap, for Leon’s gasp at the final flutter of your cunt around him. Your orgasm doesn’t come in a babbling, sputtering, break of the sound barrier, no – it comes as a gentle push.

A trust fall off the edge with Leon right behind.

You see bright light. Nothing of the abyss you plunged into when he left. There’s a jerk behind your navel, and pleasure starts curling upwards from your stomach like the licking of a comfortable fire. Your ears pop from the ecstasy flowing through your veins and it’s almost as if you can hear its crackling embers right here, right now as Leon fits so perfectly inside you. 

In and out. In and out. In-out, in-out. You breathe, and he breaks. 

He spills into you warmer than sunshine. Molten gold, filling your cracks like kintsugi. The air admits, “I love you”, having trouble telling apart which of you said it first.

He’s got a week on his hands. A week of wonders stretches in front of you, seven whole days to figure out how this new arrangement will work. 

“It’s as much as they’d let me call off on such short notice, but we’ll take it from there,” Leon murmurs, kissing your shoulder.

He’s back in your arms where he belongs. Morning peeks through your blinds with the sun’s face washed clean from last night’s rainstorm, and if you open your window right about now, you could say hello to all the flowers blooming in celebration. 

You can get to that later. You’ve got more pressing matters on your hands, like taking headcount of the constellation of moles dotting Leon’s chest and introducing yourself to the new ones. You have a feeling you’ll learn them by heart real soon.

“We can figure it out together,” you hum, content with your head propped against the headboard. 

An exhilaratingly real concept. 

“Together.” Leon breathes lightly. “Yeah.”

“And you know, I think that’s more than enough time to buy me real flowers.”

He chokes back a not-so-subtle cough. “You’re still hung up on that?”

“If you want to make up for how I’ll have to wear pants and turtlenecks to work for the next week, yes,” you poke into his chest, fighting the smile tugging at your lips.

“But you hate flowers! You say they always die on you!”

“No girl actually hates flowers, Leon!”

“At least I didn’t show up empty-handed. Give me a sec, sweetheart, I almost forgot.”

Leon pecks your forehead, slipping out of bed to pad to the living room. He comes back, having fetched his now dry suit jacket with the curious bulge still threatening to spill out of its left pocket, and hands it to you like a cat would a dead bird at your doorstep.

You give the creased clothing an unimpressed stare.

“Look in the pocket,” he insists, climbing back under the comforter.

You pull out a half-melted pack of Ferrero Rocher.

“Okay, well, they weren’t supposed to do that and I think I left them by the radiator…”

He’s lucky they taste just as delicious melted. You’ll have to give him a lesson in gifting before the holidays roll around because he’ll be here to celebrate them for the first time in six years – a thought sweeter than the chocolate-flavored kisses you peck onto his cheek. 

And in between the shining candy wrappers and Leon’s blond hair tickling your neck when he presses you into the bed again, this time, you think everything gold might just stay. 

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tipsy • l.s.m.

Pairing: lee seokmin x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship!au, drunk/tipsy (consexual) sex

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, oral (m&f receiving), multiple orgasms (reader), wee bit fingering, banter, unprotected sex and cumming inside, and them just being tipsy drunk and so sickeningly in love 🤢 as always pls lmk if i missed smth

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A/N: thank you for your utmost patience @katetattoolover 🥺❤️ I hope this finds you well and you enjoy this, I adore you <3 as this is a request, there isn't a taglist FYI my tagging lovelies 🫡 anyways I think I lost my touch but I hope y'all enjoy this after not posting for a hot second

"What's two minus one?"

"… One?"

"Yeah, you're my number one and the love of my life."

Drying off your face, you sneak a peek at your boyfriend staring intently into the large mirror of your shared bathroom. "Are you flirting… with yourself?"

He gasps, affronted. "No! 'm in a very committed relationship with someone special, thank you very much. Can't you see?" 

When his arm waves vigorously to the side, all you can do is stick your tongue out at your own reflection he's gesturing toward. "Yep, that's me!"

"No, you're a figment of my imagination trying to seduce me. Kept staring at me all night, 'm not stupid."

"That's 'cause you're hot."

He was. Seokmin's best look was a white dress shirt and jeans. And the way he kept loosening the buttons as he relaxed further into the evening with more and more glasses of alcohol made him all the tastier. How could you not stare at the man that was all yours?

"You're a demon," your partner continues to grouch and then turns to face the real you with a very, very serious look on his face. He's lucky you're just starting to sober up enough so you won't accidentally burst into laughter, at least cognizant enough of his feelings that were extremely fragile at the moment. "Now this is the real thing." 

Brushing back dark wet bangs with your fingers, you can't help but smile when he leans into your touch. "I'm just a thing?"

"No! You're more than a thing… you're… you're…" 

You can practically see the gears struggling to turn in his brain. "This is why I told Jeonghan to stop topping off your glass 'cause look at you now, baby, you're so drunk."

"'m not drunk, 'm Seokmin."

"Yes, yes you are."

"And I was excited."

"You were."

"And I'm so so so so proud of you."

You gaze into his shiny brown irises that hold galaxies of love for you. The same ones you kept meeting as they followed you around the room after Joshua pulled you away so the group could congratulate you properly for all of your hard work. Looking at you with so much pride and adoration that you returned, causing your friends to jokingly gag at how in love you both were. The beautiful eyes that crinkle up in a gorgeous eye smile when you've had a long day, gauging your movements with concern to try and provide whatever comfort he can. 

Those lovely and familiar orbs now look like they might shed tears at any moment.

You pat his flushed cheek. "What's wrong?"

"I just love you lots."

"I love you too, Seok, so don't cry." You stagger back when he buries his face in your neck, thrown off by the sudden weight because you're still a little tipsy yourself.

"'m not crying."

"Maybe we should go lay down now?"

He nods and releases you from his grasp — thankfully — and you can't help but chuckle at the mixture of water and tears that shine on his skin. After wiping them away, you take his hand in yours and lead him into the bedroom.

"Why don't you seem drunk?"

"'Cause someone kept drinking from my glass."

"I'll beat their ass."

You quirk an eyebrow at him teasingly. "So you'll beat your own? Kinky, didn't know you were into that."

His mouth opens and closes like a fish before he shouts, "That's because!", before clearing his throat and repeating quieter. "That's because 'Han kept filling it up when you weren't looking."

"Yeah, he was a real gremlin tonight, probably had everyone drinking double what they should be while Cheol and Gyu only enabled it by splurging on a crap ton of alcohol."

In the end, no one really meant any malicious harm. They wanted to celebrate with you and Seokmin at your house, bringing over a truckload of food, drinks, and a vast amount of different shit only twelve men plus their partners managed to get their hands on. Still, over half of them had passed out before midnight and it took well until two in the morning for the entire crew to sober up safely and leave a little bit ago.

Even the waters you and Seokmin had been sipping on since didn't alleviate the buzz that still rang in your ears. However, that didn't really matter as you tumble into bed together. It was soon drowned out by muffled giggles and eventual light snores when you both dozed off.

You wake up not much later, feeling extra warm. The covers have all ended up wrapped and tangled around you. Seokmin must be feeling the same, the robe he'd had on earlier discarded on the floor. Shirtless, his bare back facing you is illuminated by the moonlight slipping through the curtains. As if under a spell, you can't help but reach out and trace light circles along his shoulder blades with your nails. 

"You up?" he asks and turns to sleepily smile at you when your movements halt, "hi."

"Hey, you."

"I'm hot."

"Yeah, you are."

"No," he pouts, "I'm like super warm." 

After placing a hand on his forehead, a frown slightly turns your lips downwards because he is heating up, sweat glistening at his hairline. "Are you feeling okay? Here, let me go get you — "

"Stay," a warm hand grabs at your arm before you can move away, "make it better."

"That's what I'm trying to do, doofus."

"Mhm, but you know how you can help me, right?" Seokmin brings your fingertips to graze along his chest with a lazy grin. "You'll make me feel alright again, yeah baby? Do it for me?"

He's released his grip but your fingers continue to trail downward, snorting as his smirk grows wider. "If you wanted to get sucked off so badly, all you had to do was ask."

"I did tho, didn't I?" His eyelashes flutter when you start to play with the waistband of his boxers. "I was a good boy, right? You always know what I need."

It's a little ironic, really. Although you're simply teasing each other, it's very rare for your boyfriend to give in to his own wants and needs, even during sex. He's a pleaser, a giver, and a dedicated lover. So, it's no surprise to feel an overwhelming ego boost when he's pliant beside you, asking sweetly for your touch with puppy dog eyes no one can resist.

"You're always so good to me," you assure and lean to peck at his lips, minty breaths mingling together. Then you're marking his jaw with kisses that trail down his neck, underneath his pecs, past his abs, and lower and lower until you're sliding off his boxers. "Gonna treat you like you deserve, baby."

His soft "thank you, love" melts into a desperate whine when you finally unclothe him and wrap your hands around his cock. It lies hot and heavy against your palm causing you to instinctively lick your lips, jaw already aching. Meeting his lidded gaze that's simply waiting for your next movement, you can't help but giggle when he raises an eyebrow at the mischievous way you smile before blowing lightly at his hardening length.

"Hey!" Seokmin yelps, hips jerking up in shock, "what was that for?"

"Just cooling you down, babe."

"Don't tease me," he huffs in indignation before lifting his pelvis up on purpose, brushing the head of his cock against your bottom lip. "Please."

When the love of your life begs so sweetly like that, who are you to resist? Licking the smear of precum left behind ignites a hungry spark that glints in your eyes — and you give into what you both want. 

Your tongue eagerly laps up the leaking salty excess as your lips wrap around his sizable girth. Alternating between sucking, licking, swirling, and even grazing your teeth carefully along the underside of his cock as you work him deeper and further into your mouth. It's sloppy and pornographically loud. No rhyme or reason with the way your brain is still muddled with the faint buzz of alcohol and sleep, mixed with a lot of good, horny feelings. 

Seokmin loves it best that way… if his whimpered praises are anything to go by. 

"God, baby, look how gorgeous you are like this. Treat me so well always, love you so much, shit… best thing that ever happened to me."

Head thrown back to display how his Adam's apple bobs when he feels the way your throat constricts around the tip before you pull off slightly. His hips unapologetically take on a mind of their own, gently thrusting back and forth to hear more of those pretty gagging sounds you make for him.

It feels too good and he's afraid he won't be able to stop. Seokmin knows you'll tap his thigh if you need a break but you're as far gone into it as he is. Moaning freely, pussy clenching painfully around nothing, and drooling saliva that leaks all the way down his balls. You don't want him to stop, crazed by how he's using you like his perfect little toy to get off.

But he pulls away all too suddenly — mainly to let you breathe — but before you can reach back out to take him into your mouth again, he's pulling you up by your shoulders. Stealing your breath again but this time with a kiss. Gently soothing your abused mouth with soft licks and pecks, humming in contemplation.

"This what I taste like?"

"Mhm, pretty yummy, huh?"

Your boyfriend thinks it's sexy that you like it but — there's something he obviously enjoys more. "It's alright, I guess… I prefer having you on my tongue instead, though."

You should've known what was coming next but you still squeal in surprise when he's urging you out of your sleep shorts and underwear. Muttering something about "gotta eat this pretty pussy out" before he's commanding you to sit on his face.

You're a little caught off guard by the delay of his pleasure but all you can do is obediently position your thighs around his head, slipping back into the standard mode of operation that Seokmin usually revels in anyways.

One of your hands flies out to support your weight, gripping onto the headboard while the other threads through his bangs because your man might be a little too excited to stick his tongue inside. 

"Aw baby," he practically growls, "look at how nice and wet you are from just a little sucking on my dick." The vibrations cause you to shiver and you feel his lips quirk up in a devious smirk at that. "Cute."

His tongue runs along your folds with little kitten licks paired with harsh sucks. He's awfully eager for someone who has eaten you out many times before but that's simply because he's addicted. The groans Seokmin makes put your earlier noises to shame. You might've been embarrassed if your own loud moans weren't drowning him out.

"Fuck, Seok… you're so good at this," you pant and rock your hips, grinding down just a little. 

He grunts in approval, appreciation, and acknowledgment. It's more than true. Even when he was new at giving oral, his efforts and features made up for whatever uncertainty he held. 

You would continue to suck him off while he ate you out if possible. But the way his nose brushes and nudges against your clit just right as it always does… you've never thought to switch up positions. What a shame, really.

It takes everything in you to lean back. Seokmin is none the wiser, thinking you're only shifting in the heat of the moment for more enjoyment until your hand fumbles for his cock behind you. He jolts at your touch, tapping your thigh. You struggle to lift up, barely any strength thanks to your trembling thighs. 

"What're you doing?"

"Wanna jerk you off."

"Yeah?" he snickers, naughty fingers stroking your outer pussy lips to gather up your wetness before slipping inside to replace his tongue for a bit. It's the absolute fear of potentially crushing his windpipe that prevents you from ultimately collapsing (and maybe the strong hand on your hip). "But I wanna feel you wrapped around me and I don't mean your hand."

"What are you gonna do about it then?" you challenge. As if the smirk on his face doesn't exist when you clench tightly around his three fingers at the mere mention of his cock inside you. They curl up to brush against the bundle of nerves that causes you to writhe in pleasure.

Seokmin watches you with a lazy grin. Although love always shines in his eyes, lust is overtaking that wholesome glimmer with a carnality that has you shaking without even reaching a climax yet. He knows this and relishes it.

"What am I doing about it? Hmm, I think I'll have to make sure you cum at least once so you can take my dick properly. Gotta loosen you up, like the loving boyfriend I am." His fingers begin moving at a rapid pace, taking you by surprise. With a squeal, you nearly drop right down on him. "Isn't that right, baby?"

"Ah…. yes!"

He nudges you forward a little bit, satisfied with your response. Pulling his hands away from your body completely, you feel the bundle of nerves snap just as he releases his grip. Your orgasm hits the minute Seokmin's lips meet your lower ones and you both moan in tandem. Loud enough to rival a porn star when he starts sucking like a heathen and laps up the wetness that spills out of your hole with your release.

You clamber off of him — very ungracefully — and flop down on your side, trying to catch your breath. "You're insane."

"You love it."

"Just because you think you're right, doesn't mean you have to say it."

Seokmin grins and licks his fingers clean before they softly cup your cheek. When he turns to face you, his cock slaps lightly against your thigh, reminding you he hasn't cum yet. But he's in no rush, leisurely kissing you before it deepens and you taste each other on both of your tongues.

"I'm always right," he mumbles, tongue brushing across your lips, "because you do taste the best between the two of us."

You slap his arm. "Stop!"

"You didn't deny it so I win."

"Do you want to fuck around and not have sex or would you rather I go to sleep?"

"Now, now," he chastises sweetly and nudges you so your back is pressed tightly against his firm, broad chest. "Be nice, sweetheart."

You roll your eyes. "I can't with you, oh my go — "

But your "Omigod" changes from annoyed to breathless when his large, warm hand fondles your chest while the other teasingly nudges the tip of his cock between your folds. 

"What were you saying?" Seokmin mocks in a sickeningly sweet voice but you can only moan in response. "Uh-huh, that's what I thought."

He's tortuously slow. Although, it's not entirely on purpose. He's still too out of it to have the energy to change positions and even as much as he enjoys watching you bounce yourself silly on top of him, he figures you don't have the strength to do so. 

But this is somehow even better. You gasp, feeling every single thick, long, big inch of him enter you while pressing hot kisses against the back of your neck. 

"You're so pretty," he murmurs once he's bottomed out. The two of you stay still like that, simply reeling in the emotional connection — emotionally and quite literally — wrapped in one another's warmth. "My love."

"I adore you. Sometimes. More often than not."

He chuckles. "Is that so?"

After a while, you're wiggling your hips and signaling to your boyfriend that he can move if he wants to. You're honestly impressed with his control, wondering how long he plans on prolonging his raging boner. Not that you're complaining. You're more than happy to cockwarm him at any time around the clock. But it has to be slightly painful to stay hard for that long.

Seokmin's thrusts aren't rushed but they're by no means set in a smooth, consistent rhythm, betraying his desperation. It might just be the alcohol canceling out any sharp movements and it makes you consider having sex a little bit more often this way. Indulging in an open-mouthed kiss that's equally as relaxed and sensual as his pace, you could almost fall asleep again in the most delicious way. 

But of course, Seokmin is having none of that.

"You can give me one more right, baby?"

"Mhm."

His hand leaves your breasts, easily finding your clit.  Playing with it languidly, just enough that you're buzzing with anticipation but not enough to tip you over that edge quite yet. Your partner likes to think that he knows your body extremely well by now. And he thinks he enjoys finding out how you respond in this position, pressed against him in such an intimate way.

He loves eye contact, the expressions you make on your pretty face, the way you grip and mark up his back and biceps with your nails. But now, Seokmin can feel how you tremble in his arms, the tiny shift in movements when you unconsciously grind your ass across his abs every time you take his cock deep inside your perfect pussy. Fingers tugging on the tiny hairs on his neck, encouraging him to nibble on the top of your shoulder.

And when — oh, god — when you release the grip on his strands of hair and place your hand over his that's remained stationary the whole time on your hip bone, interlocking your digits together — he thinks he might cum on the spot.

Both his balls and heart are heavy and full of an incredible amount of love for you. He admits it repeatedly in your ear, thrusts turning more into a sloppy, erratic mess as he gives into chasing his high.

"Adore you so much, god, you're everything to me. You know that right?"

You grip the bedsheets with your other hand when you feel yourself start to jostle and slide upwards at his movement. "Love you too. So much, baby."

"Can you cum for me one more time, my pretty love? Soak my dick so I can fill you up nicely?"

"Yeah, I can. I can do it."

Your tongues tangle again, this time with a bit more aggression as you both help each other reach that peak. You reach your second climax first, not as intense as before but enough that you're clenching so tight around Seokmin and dripping down his aching cock as asked that he has no choice but to finally snap and let go.

The sounds he makes are pussy-fluttering, a breathy, drawn out moan directly in your ear followed by a low, satisfied grunt. His hips never falter until every drop is spilled inside, filling you up just as he promised. It's as warm and thick as the alcohol working itself out. You feel drowsy and sated in the best way possible.

Your dedicated, hard working lover must feel the same because he hasn't moved. Of course, he hasn't let go of your hand, body clinging to yours, softening cock still inside you as he sighs in content and nuzzles your neck.

"Do you feel better?"

"Yeah."

You try to wiggle out of his grasp but he doesn't let go. "Seok, we need to clean up."

"'m tired."

"Well, Mr. Sleepyhead, we can rest after."

"We already showered, though."

"A cold one will make you feel good." Despite the way Seokmin still feels extremely hot to the touch, little goosebumps prickle along his skin at the mention of a cold shower. You pat his forearm. "I'll help you wash up."

"Okay." 

It's a relief he acquiesces, knowing it would be difficult to escape his grip if he decided not to budge. His cheeks are still flushed cutely but you have to snort at the way his skin manages to glow so handsome and perfectly with that after sex, post-orgasmic effect.

"No shower sex," you threaten.

He pouts. "I dunno what you're talking about. 'm literally too tired to even move. Who knows, you might be the one to jump me."

"I would never! Besides you're the one who's always surprising me but either way you're going to have to get up." You roll over and stand, pulling at his arm when he refuses to release his grasp on your hand. "C'mon, babe."

"Alright, alright." He's about to make a comment of how energetic you are until he sees you wince and limp a bit toward the bathroom. You know he knows but choose to ignore his smirk. "Does sex help prevent hangovers?"

"I have no idea but I've heard it's supposed to help with headaches."

"Let me know if you have one tomorrow."

"Seokmin!"

"'m just saying."

"You're gonna fuck me either way. But we're sleeping in, it's already like five in the morning."

"You're right. On both accounts."

You hand him a glass of water with a scowl. "You can be so annoying."

"But you love me."

"Lucky that I honestly really do. Now come here so I can wash your hair."

"Yes, yes right away, love."

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[tragedytells-tales]

OC Corner: Ambrose Majesty

On: Crowleys negligence

"It seems I will be having fried crow for lunch."

Crowley probably tried to beg Yuu not to tell the vice headmage about anything that happened during the stay.

If they didn't fall for the begging, then they almost witnessed a murder when they told Mr. Majesty about the several overblots and being placed in Ramshackle. Mr. Majesty takes the care and safety of the students very seriously, so Crowleys negligence would've gotten the headmage a chair to the head.

If Yuu decided to keep the secret, then Mr. Majesty would probably find out some other way whether that be via a teacher or otherwise. But he wouldn't blame Yuu for not telling him, instead he's still going for Crowleys knees for convincing a student to lie to him to save himself.

[baeksbyunny]

In Your Corner

pairing; kim mingyu x afab reader

genre; smut, angst

warnings; boxer!mingyu, trainer!reader, fighting, sparring, arguing, slightly toxic conversation, unprotected sex, big dick!mingyu, fingering, creampie, cum eating, biting, marking, pet names/degrading names, teasing, dirty talk, it's possible I have missed things

w/c; 3.4k and some change 

requested; no

spur of the moment collab - fighting @onlyseokmins

a/n; this one was really fun and kinda therapeutic to write. also don't fight with your partner, ig unless you are their trainer.

Mingyu shakes his head, reaching up with the back of his sparring gloves to push his hair from his sweaty forehead. He was tired. Even though the training session with you had only lasted a couple of hours at this point, it felt like he had been at it for days. You were the best trainer Mingyu had ever had but you were a hardass. 

Moving over to the ropes near his designated corner, Mingyu takes a deep breath reaching down for his water bottle. You can’t help the sigh that escapes your lips as your eyes move over his frame. He was acting like some skinny, weak beginner instead of the champion you knew he was. 

“Again, Gyu.” 

“Fuck…Y/N. Give me just a second.” 

Mingyu glances over at you as he leans against the ropes trying to regain his composure. You looked annoyed, that wasn’t his intention, but if he was honest with himself he was frustrated with you. Shaking his head, Mingyu takes one last sip of his water before tossing the bottle harder than necessary to the floor before turning towards you and rolling his neck from side to side. 

You watch as he flexes his fingers, his feet moving in perfect formation as you had taught him, but the moment his left-hand twitches you grit your teeth, dodging his punch with ease. Mingyu had a tell, each time he started to punch, the hand he was going to punch would twitch even slightly, making it easy for anyone paying attention to know what was going to happen. It had been his downfall more than once. 

Using the pads on your hands, you smack hard at Mingyu’s shoulder, making him grunt in frustration that he missed his punch. Your eyes were quick and trained, but you allow him to land one punch to the pad, covering your right hand only to note the twitch, dodging the next. 

“Fuck, Mingyu. Watch your damn tell!” Lifting your hand you smack the man across the side of the head, causing him to groan in frustration, a scornful look in his eyes when he meets yours. 

“Every fucking time.” Using your knees you pull the pads from your hands, only to toss them to the canvas floor of the ring with a dull thud. 

Mingyu groans at your words, his eyes falling to your hands when you grab his right wrist, holding it up to show him like a child being disciplined. He was bigger than you, but at that moment he felt like he might as well be on his knees in front of you. 

“You twitch before you punch. If I notice it, don’t you think whoever you are fighting against isn’t going to? You don’t think their trainer isn’t going to know your every move? They are going to watch for it and kick your ass, Mingyu!” 

He was tired of you yelling at him. You were his trainer but he didn’t need to be criticized. He could only take so much. Tearing his hand from yours, Mingyu practically growls at you, his eyes full of fire as he glares. 

“Back the fuck off, Y/N. You’ve been on my ass all day. Did it ever occur to you that maybe I’m twitching because I’m tired? Besides, what the fuck does it matter so much? As long as I’m better than them? I can get back up and kick their ass. The way you are screaming at me it seems like you wouldn’t care if I get mine kicked anyway.” 

That was too far. Mingyu had always had a mouth on him but usually, he knew when to back off and just say ‘yes, ma’am’ when you were in the ring. The look in your eyes should have been enough for Mingyu to know to back off but instead, he kept his ground, his shoulders and chest rising with a deep, hard breath. 

Lifting your hand, you point, letting your finger graze just shy of Mingyu’s nose as you speak. “How fucking dare you. If you think you can train yourself, you are more than welcome to do it, you spoiled brat.” An unamused laugh falls from your lips, your head shaking as your words bite into Mingyu’s seemingly thick skin. 

“You aren’t better than them. You are going to get your pretty little teeth kicked in. Who is going to be in your corner to kiss your bruised ego, little prince, once you push everyone away?”  

The spite was dripping from your tongue, causing Mingyu to hiss back a breath. Turning his head, he had to get away from you before he did something he would regret. Lifting his hands, the man takes a step back only for you to take a step towards him, not willing to let him run away from the conversation like he always seems to want to do lately. 

“Y/N…I said, back the fuck off. I’m serious.” 

“Aw, are you? What are you going to do about it? Punch me? I’ll know which hand to dodge, Mingyu.” 

A growl escapes Mingyu’s throat when you cage him against the ropes. His hands were on your sides, and your back against the canvas before he or you could make heads or tails of what was happening. Frustrated eyes stare down into yours as you take a deep breath, your hands gripping Mingyu’s biceps. 

In the same moment that it seems to dawn on you that Mingyu had pinned you to the floor, it seems to hit the man as well. His head shaking, tongue darting across his lips, while his eyes move over your face looking for any signs of pain or injury. 

“Goddammit, Y/N. Did I hurt you?” 

You only shake your head no, too stunned at his quick action to speak. Mingyu sighs leaning his head down to press his forehead against yours in an attempt to once again regain his composure before he speaks again. 

“I told you I was tired. I just…needed a fucking break. Why are you being so hard on my ass today?” 

Mingyu leans his head back, his right hand resting next to your head while his knee rests between your legs. He knew he should move and help you get up but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to do it yet. Not with the way your fingers were pressing into his skin, or with how your breath felt against his face. 

“Because–Gyu…Because if I don’t–if I don’t you’ll get hurt. I want you to win because that’s what you want. Yeah, I want it too but I don’t want you to end up in the hospital. I couldn’t stand that. If I train you hard, if I am relentless, and push you until you get rid of that tell, then you won’t get hurt. It doesn’t matter if you like me or not.” 

His brows furrowing, Mingyu takes a deep breath. He hadn’t been expecting your answer to be what it was. He had figured it had been about winning. He knew who you had trained before, he had seen your trophies and he knew he had a lot to live up to.

Swallowing hard, Mingyu lets his eyes move over your face at such a close distance before he shakes his head. Lifting his free hand, his fingers flexing in his glove, Mingyu studies you for a moment before pushing your hair from your face. 

“I like you, even when you piss me off. Do you really care that much?” 

Leaning into Mingyu’s touch, you can’t help but roll your eyes at his question. It should be obvious to him what you had said but it was in his character to make you repeat yourself. 

“Yes, Mingyu, even when you are being a brat and incredibly difficult. I care about your stupid ass –” 

Your words are cut short by Mingyu’s lips grazing across yours gently. His nose nudges yours in a similar way as his leg so that his knee can rest between your thighs, letting him rest against your body more tightly. You knew that you should push him away, tell him that this was a bad idea, but you find yourself lifting your head and chasing his kisses when he pulls away even just slightly. 

Mingyu smiles, feeling you chase his lips. He grants you what you want, leaning back down to kiss you long and slow knowing for sure that you want him too. His tongue glided along yours and into your mouth, causing him to groan at the taste of you. You were somehow impossibly sweet, Mingyu could feel his already tight shorts getting even tighter. 

Your fingers slide along Mingyu’s arm, a soft moan leaving your mouth and filling his when you feel his thigh wedge between your thighs finally pressing firmly against your clothed core. Arching your back, you pull your lips from Mingyu causing the man to furrow his brows. He wasn’t sure he had ever wanted anyone any more than he wanted you at that moment. 

Mingyu’s eyes follow your fingers as they brush his skin lifting his left hand. Your nimble fingers make quick work of the velcro keeping the glove in place so you can tug it from his hand. Mingyu grins at the feel of your body shifting under him as you reach for his other hand, which he gives willingly allowing you to repeat the process so that his barehand can run along your side. 

Strong fingers rake at your tanktop resting over your stomach, pushing the tight fabric up your skin for Mingyu’s eyes to devour. You find yourself unable to stop the smile spreading across your lips when a groan slips from his lips at the feeling of your soft skin under his touch. 

“I–fuck. I won’t lie, I’ve wanted you for a really long time, Y/N. I just thought you hated me or thought I was stupid.” 

Lifting your body so Mingyu can move your shirt further up your body, you furrow your brows at Mingyu’s words. You couldn’t help but feel bad that he thought you hated him, that had never been your intention but you could see where he could come to that conclusion. 

With his thumbs pressing into your skin, Mingyu glances up into your eyes. You only glance away long enough for him to pull your tank top over your head leaving your torso bare in front of him. 

“I have never hated you or thought you were stupid. I…just–god, Mingyu…” Leaning your head back, you find it hard to speak. You feel Mingyu’s lips press to the column of your neck, his kisses working lower. His hand cups under one of your breasts kneading the flesh gently sending chills through your body. 

“Mm, you what, baby?” 

It was the first time Mingyu had ever called you anything other than your name. Your cheeks were burning at the same time your stomach stuck into the feeling of his lips daring to work their way towards your soft breasts. Laying back on the canvas, you run your fingers through Mingyu’s hair, lifting your hips to press against his thigh resting between your thighs for any friction. 

“I…like I said, I just never wanted you to get hurt. That’s why I push so hard. It’s why I kept a distance too.” 

Mingyu nods against your chest, his soft lips brushing over your nipple feeling it harden at his attention. It made sense, everything was starting to make sense. He was grateful but he couldn’t go back to how it was. It didn’t mean he wouldn’t train just as hard, this might make him train harder and longer. It gave him something to train for. Something other than himself. 

“I don’t want you to keep a distance. Cause, I know I can’t. I don’t want to. I’ll work harder, for you.” Lifting his head, Mingyu meets your eyes seeing them full of the same desire he feels rushing through his veins. “Fuck, Y/N…baby. I want you.” 

Your head pressing back against the canvas, you whine out Mingyu’s name feeling his lips press over your ribs. His hands slide along your sides to your hips beckoning you to lift them so he can work your leggings down your thighs along with your already ruined panties. 

Mingyu leans back sitting on his heels, his eyes moving over your body as he drops the last of your clothes next to him in the ring. It was a privilege to see you bare in front of him. Everything about you was perfect, from the way your breast rose and fell with each of your deep breaths to the way you spread your legs for him. Mingyu’s eyes were drinking you in as if you were a full-course meal and he wasn’t sure where to start. 

“Gyu, god…babe, do something. Take off your clothes. It feels a little unfair…” 

Your words bring Mingyu back to the present, his sharp canines catching his bottom lip even as his lips pull up into a smirk. You watch his hands move to make quick work of his shirt allowing your eyes to feast upon him now. You had seen him shirtless countless times but you had never let yourself shamelessly appreciate him until this moment. It was as if he had been sculpted from clay and brought to life by Zeus himself and you were just lucky enough to be in his presence. 

Shifting to his feet, Mingyu groans a bit in discomfort as his cock presses hard against his shorts making it a struggle to push them down his legs. You watch with curiosity and a pleased sigh when you finally see how perfect he really is. You had known that Mingyu was big. There weren’t many ways he could hide that from you or others but seeing him like this and naked in front of you hard was completely different. He was mouth-watering. 

“You are huge…” 

The words slip from your lips on a breath causing Mingyu’s cheeks to burn and his ego to soar. He could tell you were wet for him but he also didn’t want to hurt you. Shaking his head, Mingyu moves back to his knees in front of you. His lips brush over yours as Mingyu drags his middle finger between your folds for the first time causing you to moan out his name.

“And you are perfect. I’ll go slow…my fingers first, yeah?” 

Nodding, you whine softly on Mingyu’s lips feeling his middle finger press against your dripping entrance until he slowly pushes into you. You were already clenching around his finger, it caused Mingyu’s mind to spin and his cock to leak against your thigh but Mingyu did his best to keep his head. He wasn’t going to rush you or the process. His kisses are sweet and languid causing the stretch of another finger to be delicious and welcomed. 

By the time a third finger is brushing against your spot, your breath has become labored. Your thighs are wet with your own cum as Mingyu speaks against your lips talking you through your orgasm. 

“Jesus…baby, so fucking good. Came so hard around my fingers, gonna do the same around my cock? Hmm?” 

You can only nod and chase Mingyu’s lips once again making him smirk. This was a side of you that Mingyu could get used to. He loved your fire but he also loved that he could make you melt for him. 

Shifting between your thighs, Mingyu drags his hand along your leg pulling your knee to his hip to let you wrap your leg around his lower back. The sound of your moan sends a shiver and wave of pleasure through his body that causes his cock to jerk against your already swollen folds. Mingyu’s lips latch onto the skin at the junction of your jaw and your neck, his teeth raking lightly as you feel the head of his cock press into you for the first time. 

The feeling is almost overwhelming. Your nails scratch at tanned skin, working over each divot of Mingyu’s muscles leaving bright red marks as your body adjusts to the feeling of his cock buried inside of you. There had been no way for your mind to prepare you for the feeling, or how the coil inside of you would instantly snap. 

Groaning against a now darkening mark he had left on your neck, Mingyu has to breathe through your orgasm feeling your walls clenching around him for dear life. It was as if you were trying to milk him dry and he was in no way ready to let go. No, not when he had the chance to feel you, to fuck you slow and deep. He was going to take his time, fill you full of him. Never let you forget him. 

Mingyu hisses out your name feeling your fingers pulling at his hair until he leans back to look at you. With his eyes locked on yours Mingyu makes the first long thrust burying himself back into you deeply granting himself another high-pitched moan from your pretty bitten lips. 

Shaking his head, Mingyu can’t decide for a moment if he wants to bury his face back against your neck and leave more marks or go back to biting those lips but when you whisper, ‘Kiss me, you idiot’, who is he to deny you? His fingers lacing into your hair, Mingyu groans into your mouth, his teeth pulling at your bottom lip while the tip of his cock brushes against your spot with each deep, hard stroke. 

He could feel you tightening around him once again but this time Mingyu wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep himself from following you. Pulling from your lips, Mingyu walks his kisses along your jaw to your neck leaving bites in his wake. He wanted everyone, including you to know who you belonged to. He wanted you to look into the mirror, run your fingers over those marks and remember how you got them. Mingyu wanted to run his own fingers over them and kiss each one while making love to you again. 

Your fingers holding tightly to his side, you lean your head back giving Mingyu more access to your neck. You were falling over that edge once again. You were exhausted but you had never been happier or felt more desired. With one more gasping moan of Mingyu’s name, you cum around his cock once again. 

Lifting your head, you bury your own face against Mingyu’s shoulder leaving your own mark as you feel Mingyu’s body jerk. His breath quickens, and Mingyu lays over you completely burying himself into you with one last hard thrust as he cums. 

With a lazy smile, Mingyu turns his head to kiss the shell of your ear. The sound of your quiet, sweet laughter makes his smile widen even as he groans slipping his softening cock from you. Glancing between your bodies, Mingyu shakes his head before glancing back up at you with a sly look in his eyes. 

You watch as he runs his fingers along the center of your stomach to finally dip two between your folds pushing his cum and yours back into you only to scoop some out. 

“Fuck…you are so sexy, Y/N…want it?” 

Raising a brow, you arch your hips to the feeling of his fingers sliding from you. Your mouth opens at his question letting Mingyu put his cum covered fingers into your mouth so you can close your lips around them sucking them clean. 

Mingyu groans at the feeling of your tongue moving around his fingers. The feeling is almost enough to cause his cock to come back to life but he shakes his head watching you pull back with a small pop to reveal his now clean digits. 

Biting at your lip, you arch slightly into Mingyu’s touch. His large hand gently brushes over your side as he looks down at you in wonder and something else that could be mistaken for love if one didn’t know better. 

“I’m lucky to have you in my corner, Y/N. I really will work harder…” 

A laugh falls from your lips, your eyes rolling playfully causing Mingyu to smile. He leans to press a kiss to your lips, his hand moving to hold your jaw so he can kiss you deeply until you speak against his lips. 

“You better. I only date champion, Kim Mingyu. Now, take me to the shower. You made a mess.” 

Mingyu grins against your lips, his thumb brushing under your bottom lip. He bites at his own bottom lip meeting your gaze even so closely. He knew the weight of your words even with the humor laced in them. 

“Mm, yes ma’am.” 

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[haruka-636]

I LOVE GITM AU!! RAAAAA!! (ᐢ⸝⸝>̶̥̥̥᷄ ·̫ <̶̥̥̥᷅⸝⸝ᐢ)꜆꜄❤️‍🔥✨️ෆ˚*

ghost in the machine au by @venomous-qwille ✧*📖 𓂃𓈒 𓂂𓏸✨️

[rlgstuff]

Doodle of the day: "tutoring 📖"

Pretty sure miles is a great teacher for feenie ✨️

[auset66]

Mercury is hobbies. Moon is where your heart is. There is a subtle yet deep difference.

Most of the time I have seen people pursue studies according to their Mercury sign. 💪

However Mercury just as our hobbies is quick moving with constant change. 🪄

Yes I know moon Is technically the "quickest" yet (according to my interpretation) moon is the most stable too being the natural 4th house, the home, the mother. The home the heart in which your comfort resides your sense of peace your home unmoving. 🏡

Mercury (again according to my interpretation) is your logical need your need to dopamine needs that are more leaning towards on "conscious mind" that feeds your hunger for adventure livelihood being human as a whole. The hobbies that makes you uniquely you. That sets you apart from rest of general people. What makes you go out and pursue it you do it even without need for motivation. It is what your mind developed into after being Born from the same source (womb). 🤑👩‍🎤🧑‍🎨👩‍🚀🕵‍♀️

Moon on the other hand (again according to my interpretation) is your "subconscious need" the need to settle down, the nostalgic home cooked food, the mothers embrace you want to lay down on after conquering the world. The need for home the peace. It is what make you one with the world. The subconcious needs most of the time general though. The stage before developing into yourself.🧚‍♂️🧝‍♀️🧜‍♀️

Why am I even writing this? ✍️

Because I think there is this "general perception" where one side says you should follow moon to see which field to work while other says you should follow Mercury to see which field to work. The misunderstanding between actual Mind and Heart. The misunderstanding (again according to me) of moon and Mercury. So I want to add my side of understanding to this ongoing debate.

So I don't know...🤷‍♀️😉

you tell me what are you pursing? Constant moving hobbies Mercury 📖🧠 that deals with real world, finances, the thing which you can touch feel with your senses (ashlesha, jyestha, revati) the thing that comes naturally to you, that makes you feel validated in yourself, you don't fear it you pursue it, it is always with you, you are always doing it even without knowing with ease

OR

Sable home Moon. ☘️🫀 that deals with the imaginative world the, daydreams, the candy world and immense creativity of childhood, the comfort place that even though you can't see and feel through your five sense is still there always in the back of your mind. (Rohini, hasta, Sharvana)

You want to pursue it go after it so bad yet you fear it too. You want to go there to feel the peace but it's always out of reach due to (most of the time) psychological barries that comes with logic, growing up and facing the real world (Mercury).

Mercury the "mind" 🧠 or Moon the "heart" ❤️ (not the actual ones the metaphorical ones)

Moon is manifestation Mercury is real world.

Moon is inner child the suppressed cringe uncomfortable part of you. That knows just about itself.👼 THE RAW PART 🤸‍♂️

Mercury is mature adult the cool understanding and looked upon part of you. That knows about the world. 🙇‍♀️ THE REFINED PART. ✨️

If you want to reach your moon your home you have to work with Mercury your adult self that protects it from everyone and yourself. Work with the parent (Mercury) and you will be able to open up see and understand the hidden part (moon). 🧚‍♀️✨️✍️🧠🤸‍♂️

[I know according to mythology moon is the parent and Mercury is your hidden self but all of this is my interpretation with my understanding of world and people I saw around myself. Even though I mentioned it above yes Mercury is unique you while moon is same as everyone but yet again it does contradict the part of the perception of Mercury being the hidden part. Yet again this is my understanding of this complex subject this complex debate about mind and heart. So I am not saying it is the ultimate truth and follow it. No, add your understanding to it add your own Flavour of truth to it and follow yourself. Offcourse if you want to. 😉]