#(while still doing the nightshift work)

[elidee-art]

Thinkin abt fancy boys as kids the other night.

Don't ask how often Kel got piggyback rides. It was too often

[doing-downtime-hero-shit]

I know it is ok to make mistakes. I know it is ok to listen to my body and take breaks when I need to

I am also terrified I am going to get in trouble at work because I had such an awful day last shift and left early and had basically nothing done

Rly not sure what else I COULD do since I kept getting nauseous and wonky headed and stuck in the bathroom every like 20 minutes trying to wait it out

I just. Have fear and guilt. Especially since it's right before a holiday and we r gonna be busy.

[steviewashere]

I'd Like For You and I To Go Romancing

Rating: Teen and Up CW: None apply Tags: Post-Canon, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst With a Happy Ending, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Implied/Referenced Sex, Self-Sacrificing Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Love Confessions, Lover Boy Steve Harrington, Sad Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart For @steddieangstyaugust Day 21 Prompt: "Please." Title taken from "Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy" by Queen.

💕——————💕 “Please.”

It’s said to him so quietly, Eddie almost doesn’t hear it. The same way he can’t really see, can’t make out the shapes in the room despite the one light through the window. Maybe it’s the panic in him, while he’s trying to fight his way through tears as he pulls his clothes back on. But the word whispered at his back makes him take pause.

A desperate little word. He wants it to mean something.

Eddie swallows. Quickly, he goes back to shimmying his jeans back on. Hits his rings on the belt buckle currently hanging loose from the loops of his pants. 

It’s not that he wants to go, but it’s that he should. He’ll give some lame excuse later. Something about Wayne needing him back home—despite it being late at night, despite the fact that everybody knows Wayne works the nightshifts. He’ll say it’s because he gets anxious sleeping in other people’s beds. That he even wets the bed sometimes, even if he stopped doing that more than a decade ago. Gets nightmares so violent and lurching, he’s afraid he’ll hurt somebody. He could say that he actually hates sleeping with another person in his bed.

Despite everything in him screaming that he needs it. Because he’s a lonely, lonely person. And always wanted somebody there, needed them so close they could almost climb inside his ribs.

But he fastens the buckle of his belt and continues on with finding his t-shirt.

“Please,” whispered again, so singular, yet so drawn out, and so heartbreaking. The word pierces through Eddie’s back, kills his heart on impact, and exits his chest in one clean pass. It makes him stop searching again. “Don’t go. You don’t have to go.”

Oh, but I do, Eddie thinks, because if I let this go on any longer than it already has, I’ll have to admit how much I love you. And if I admit it and you say nothing in response, I’ll implode right on the spot. I’m saving myself. I’m saving you.

He sniffs. Grabs a random t-shirt from the bedroom floor and begins to pull it over his heavy head of curls. It’s not his shirt, he comes to find, but isn’t surprised. It’s loose on his chest, but tight on his biceps. The shirt is lightly worn. Smells like amber, like cinnamon and vanilla. Not his cologne. Not like cigarettes or marijuana or citrus-bergamot from his Irish Spring. Eddie plucks at the fabric, pulls it farther away from the skin of his chest, where his heart—resuscitated—tries to kiss the shirt with every beat.

If he doesn’t get out of here, he’ll do something stupid like break down into tears. If he doesn’t get out of here, he won’t save face. And if he doesn’t get out of here, he can’t move on.

A pleading, “Eds, please,” hits him. “Please don’t go. Don’t do this to me, too. Please, baby, come on.” Then, the bed behind him shifts. And there’s warmth on his back. A gentle brush of lips to his neck.

Steve wasn’t as sleepy as Eddie thought. Go figure.

“I…I gotta go, Steve,” Eddie states quietly, “I checked my watch. Gotta be home for Wayne, y’know?” He remains as still as he possibly can. Because Steve can read him, he’s come to find. He’ll know that Eddie’s lying if he shifts from foot-to-foot even an inch.

“He’s not home right now,” Steve immediately points out, “it’s dark out. And it’s a weekday, he’s working.”

Eddie swallows again. “I just have to go, Steve.” He doesn’t face him, doesn’t think he could. Doesn’t move, also doesn’t think he could. Just hopes, beyond all else, that Steve will just accept that and go back to bed and forget this night ever happened. That he ever touched Eddie that way. That he ever let himself get involved with a person like Eddie—not because he’s a freak and not because he’s in a different tax bracket, not that he’s above Steve, not that he’s below Steve…because he’s just him.

He hears Steve heave a deep breath.

Then, soft and tiny, “I was going to make you breakfast,” Steve says, “but this doesn’t have to…we can forget this happened if that’s what you want to do.”

“I…Steve”—

“It’ll be hard for me to let go, but I can try.” That makes Eddie turn to Steve. To see him. His limp, sweaty hair and the fact he’s only wearing boxers. The downcast eyes and twisting, nervous hands in front of him. “You’re not the first, so I’ll be fine.”

Eddie’s stomach churns and his palms sweat and he swears that his heart is the loudest thing in this room—screeching and beating and crashing straight out of him. But he brings himself to meet Steve’s volume, to ask, “What do you want, Steve?”

“I want you to stay,” Steve immediately responds, “I want you to stay in bed with me. And…and I’ll wake up first and maybe I’ll find out that you drool in your sleep and then I’ll brush back a stray strand of your hair and I want to get up and make you breakfast and then you’ll be over the moon when I hand you a cup of coffee and it’s made the exact way you love it and then we can…we can…you can…”

He blinks. Blinks again. Harder the third time. “You can…?” Eddie prompts.

“You can find somebody worth loving out of me,” Steve timidly answers, “because I already love you.”

Unable to hold himself back anymore, he takes the few steps forward to put him face to face with Steve. And, in a moment of bravery, holds Steve’s head between his hands and kisses him. Soft and exploratory. Then, passionate and disbelieving. And another, for good measure, that’s in the shape of all the words he wants to say.

“You want that with me,” Eddie states, though it sounds more like a question. Steve nods anyway. “With me. Wow. I…I wish I was better at this part, at saying the good shit. But I do love you, Steve. I’ve been in love with you since we started this whole thing between us but I…I’ve never had something like this and it terrifies me the way you’ve nestled your way into my brain.” He runs his thumbs under Steve’s eyes, catching tears he won’t acknowledge, because he’s sure he’d start crying, too.

“Do you still have to go?” Steve asks quietly, small in a way that’s unlike him. “I don’t want to keep you here if you don’t want to be”—

“I’ll stay, Steve. I’m sorry that I…I’ll stay, I promise. Let me just—let me get dressed down again and I’ll make all this up to you, swear it.” He’s jittering out of his skin; he wants to run laps through the whole house, wants to climb the walls, scream if he has to. But, in a way that’s unlike him, he continues to cradle Steve’s face in his palms and with languid, thoughtful movements, he kisses Steve between his eyebrows, under his eyes, the tip of his nose, and again on his mouth. “I’ll stay as long as you want me,” Eddie promises, “you won’t have to worry about somebody leaving ever again.”

Steve smiles sticky sweet and soft like a stack of pancakes. “Good,” he whispers, “because I never want to let you go.”

💕——————💕

[semisolidmind]

been seeing some anthro designs of the current blorbos and i can’t stop thinking about an au for it. so, to get it outta my brain;

(i guess this is a college au?)

—dogday and catnap as adoptive brothers, with a big group of friends (the critters, who are mostly dogday’s friends that tolerate catnap), the cat is primarily mute and allows his brother to do the talking for the both of them.

—catnap was kidnapped when he and dogday were kids. he was 5, and he was missing for five years. to their credit, his family never gave up hope of finding him. when he was found, he was dazed, stumbling along the road, malnourished, and bleeding from shallow wounds on his arms and legs. his vocal chords had been fried through the forced inhalation of some strange drug, and he couldn't speak at all for a good long while after. catnap and his adopted family learned sign language (and though his voice healed somewhat as he got older, he still prefers not to use it). despite getting better, his voice maintains a raspy, whispery quality.

—catnap was obviously traumatized by his time away and refused to talk about it. it was deduced that he'd been taken by an infamous cult in the area and indoctrinated. a very close eye was kept on him throughout the rest of his grade school life. with no behavioral problems beyond a lack of speech and general closed-off attitude, most write off any weird behavior of his as a result of his trauma. he maintains a close relationship with his brother, he works nightshifts at a gas station, and stays out of trouble. supposedly.

—(catnap's a serial killer. he destroys anyone with a target placed on them by his god; a being the cult calls "the prototype." the cult conditioned him to be their executioner. catnap still smokes the opium-based drugs fed to him all those years ago, now sent to him discreetly by the cult; to help him "see what the prototype wants him to see," and "enact his will." his almost-full immunity allows him to use the smoke to knock out his victims by casually taking a drag and blowing it into their faces (he then either kills them right then or takes them to the cult to be sacrificed).

—dogday is a bright, happy fella who makes friends with almost anyone. he's a favorite on campus, a sweet guy who radiates sunshine and maintains a large group of friends. he has a massive crush on y/n, a newcomer to his school, and immediately integrates them into his circle (he calls them angel, something about them "saving" him from some accident? no one is really sure what happened there). he's terrible at hiding just how smitten he is, and his friends tease him when y/n isn't around. dogday swears he'll confess, but he gets so flustered and nervous about messing up their relationship. it doesn't help that his angel is so oblivious to his love (bobby does her best to try and nudge y/n towards dogday, but it never seems to click). y/n and dogday are very close despite all this tension.

—catnap likes y/n too, in his quiet way. he'll stand with them when the group is together, resting his chin on the top of their head or leaning on them while everyone stands around and talks. he sits next to them in the library while bubba tutors dogday in math, resting his head on the desk and watching y/n read out of his peripheral. he likes how quiet they are. they're so...so gentle with him, without being condescending or infantalizing him. he appreciates the care they show him. he wants all the attention they'll give him.

he also likes that they're a little scared of him.

some more ideas:

—both boys are close to y/n and spend a lot of time with them, without the rest of their friends.

—y/n becomes one of the only people catnap won't kill. he's gotten attached.

—happening in a universe where monsters and humans coexist. not a ton of division, but there's a monster side of town (where the buildings are much bigger to accommodate larger bodies) and a human side.

—you think catnap is the only dangerous one until you see how dogday reacts to y/n being harmed in some way. like catnap is the obviously dangerous one you don't take your eyes off of but then you catch dogday outta your peripheral about to clock you with a pipe

—dogday is an absolutely wonderful partner, so devoted and loyal, and willing to throw hands if given a reason to (a big surprise to anyone who thinks he's just the "nice" one). y/n isn't completely oblivious to his affection, but is hesitant to act on any feelings they have; while most monsters don't mind human/monster relationships, there are plenty of humans that disapprove. they don't want dogday to be harassed because of them.

—a scene where catnap forcefully shotguns red smoke into y/n’s mouth to knock them out cause he thinks it’d make them happier to not have to “worry so much" and take a nap w/ him (also he wants a lil kiss and can't be normal about it). or maybe he's tryna kidnap them or smth. y/n doesn't really remember much when catnap does this, and writes it off as catnap's drowsy nature rubbing off on them when they wake up after an unexpected snooze.

—catnap doesn't like being touched usually. his brother and y/n are the exceptions.

—it's very subtle, and noone would notice if they weren't watching them closely, but both catnap's and dogday's pupils get a bit bigger when looking at y/n. two overgrown, lovesick housepets.

[smellrain]

in which: Jack has liked you for years, but so far you have been oblivious to his feelings. Will the guide he made with the help of his teammate make you fall for him? Or will it end up destroying your friendship?

tags: written, mention of use of alcohol, slight angst. (masterlist for this au) (my masterlist) <prev. part: prologue I next part: ch. 2>

notes: [4.3k] First of all: thank you for your kind words after the prologue yesterday! Very happy that so many of you liked it. There is an analysis post about this chapter here that you might want to check out after! I hope you enjoy :) & come tell me how you liked it!!!

It had been a long day at work for you. The data your boss had assigned you had taken you a lot longer to work on than you’d expected, which meant that you actually, genuinely missed your last lecture of the day. You had texted a barely-even-friend that attended the same elective about her notes but you hadn't gotten a text back so far. 

Standing in front of your door now, you leaned the crown of your head against the outside of it and took a deep breath in. You had missed the key hole not once but twice now and the anger that welled up inside of you was completely unwarranted, so you knew you needed to mentally take at least one step back. 

Four seconds in, seven hold, eight out. In and out. You blinked once and the dark of the wood was an unwelcome reminder of reality. Still, unlocked the door, this time succeeding on the first try. 

The hallway was quiet, but you had expected as much. One of your flatmates had a nightshift at the clinic she was working at while the other was sleeping over at her boyfriends. The blissful silence you had looked forward to this morning seemed suffocating now. 

It didn’t matter. It was fine like this, you were fine.

After turning on the kitchen light, you walked to your room, put down your bag and fell down onto your bed, face first. The scratchy fabric of your bedcover was not nearly as nice as the sheets you had dreamed of all day long. 

For a while you let your eyes fall closed, not asleep, but resting nonetheless. You just wanted to rinse the day off of you, but you were too hungry to even think about showering. 

With a groan you peeled yourself off your bed, sat at the edge of your mattress while an inexplicable urge to cry welled up inside of you. Your day had been really shitty and your were really, really hungry.

But you got up anyway and walked towards the light in the kitchen that shone through through the space of the door to your room.

The music you’d put on in the background helped but it didn’t quite scratch that itch for conversation, for company. When you saw your phone light up from where you had left it on the counter, you hoped it might be the classmate you had texted. 

You rinsed off your hands to see who had messaged you. 

Jack (worst Hughes brother): hey what r you doing tn? You: currently making dinner why what did you do what do you need Jack (worst Hughes brother): nothing  wait why did you assume i did/need sth anyways: can i come over soon?

The shower. You still had to shower, but soon for Jack usually meant at least half an hour. It  should be enough time and besides it was just Jack, no reason to put in more effort than necessary. 

You: because you always text me when you need my help sure, I might be eating by then, have you eaten? Jack (worst Hughes brother): I did like 5min ago wait no ignore that, you’re telling me I could have had some of yours??? jkjk see you soon

You liked the last message and turned the heat off your stove. Shower first, you reminded yourself, even as you mourned the loss of the start of your dinner that you had been frying on the stove. 

When he knocked at your door you were still sitting at the small kitchen table that could barely seat two people. “It’s open,” you said, loudly. 

From the sounds you could hear him open and close the door, take off his shoes and leave his bag in the hallway. When he finally came into your view, you couldn’t help but smile. Strange how that worked, considering you had almost cried half an hour ago. Food really worked miracles sometimes. But then again he had always had that kind of effect on you, making you smile despite yourself. 

“That’s not very safe of you,” he had said but he was already smiling, “having your door unlocked.”

“Hey you, fancy seeing you here.”

There was a warm feeling curling itself around your ribcage at the look at him, “hey yourself. I left it open because I knew you were coming over, don’t worry about it.”

“Alright,” he conceded, “did you watch the game yesterday?”

“‘Course I did,” you said, eyes following him as he took a glass from the cabinets and filled it up. There was something intimate about that, the ease he carried himself with, him knowing where to find your glassware and feeling comfortable enough to do so while carrying on with the conversation. 

There was something in you that ached at the feeling, at having someone that comes home to you. At having someone that just feels that comfortable with you, that you live your life alongside with. 

It’s not like you were lonely, you had wonderful flatmates and good friends, but there was just something different about this feeling, about this longing. Or maybe that was just the effect he had on you, inexplicable as always.

“Good, otherwise I would have felt stupid after my goal.”

You had seen the new ritual he did sometimes that he had been asked about by the media sometimes. He had done it a few times now, more often over this past year. He was approached by his teammates first, but then he was still for a bit, putting his hand on his chest and raising it up after, usually waving once. The warmth that had seeped into your bones crept up to your face, “you did that for me?”

The one time he talked to an interviewer about it, he had said it was a new good luck charm he was trying out.

Because of the small table the two of you sat close and his knee kept bumping into yours, but you hardly paid it any mind. It was comforting, having him here, this close in the low light of the kitchen, cradling one of your glasses in his hands. 

Admitting something he hadn’t told anyone else.

“Yeah, of course, had to show my appreciation for my number one fan somehow.”

You laughed a little, “you are such an idiot.”

The smile he gave you in return crinkled up the skin at the corner of his eyes and you wanted to trace that fold with your thumb. What were you even thinking? “I know.”

So you just swatted his shoulder and got up to wash your dish. “Did you guys go out and celebrate?”

Jack turned in his seat, his body facing your back from where he was still sitting at the table, “yeah. It was a really small bar in the middle of nowhere, Nico said he didn’t want to be recognised, despite the win.”

You hummed in response. The constant scrutiny must have been affecting them all after these past few games. “Cool. Did it actually work or,” you trailed off, not really sure how to finish your question. 

“Sort of, I mean we took a few pictures when we came in but it was a lot better than usual.”

“I’m glad then,” you said and turned back around to face him, “I’m glad nothing too exciting happened.”

At the word exciting his expression morphed into something odd. “What?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he answered but he wasn’t meeting your eyes anymore. 

“You can tell me, you know you can,” you reminded him, now getting closer to him again. You were usually able to get out every last secret of his if you just asked the right questions. 

“I know,” he assured you, now pulling you a little closer by your hip and resting his hand there. He had always been touchy like that, arms slung over your shoulders or around your waist, hands holding your wrist to pull you through crowds, thumbs circling your ankle when you rested your legs in his lap. 

“But it’s really nothing, I just got a little drunk,” he assured you, but you didn’t really buy it. 

Still, you had no real reason to press, knowing that it just made him close up further. He would end up telling you, just not now. “Okay.”

The two of you went back to your room soon after, deciding to watch a movie. You didn’t tell him that you were really, genuinely tired, because you knew he could tell. He always could, somehow, even if you yourself weren’t all that aware of it. Funny how that worked.

You sat down first and then patted the spot next to you on the bed, but for a split second you saw him hesitate. That hurt, just a bit because you had thought that the two of you were close enough for it to not matter anymore. 

Still, he leaned against the headboard next to you, his shoulder softly knocking against yours and your worries disappeared at that. You must have imagined it.

“Any preferences?”

“Ratatouille,” you said immediately, not even knowing where that request came from. 

He smiled, “I do like a girl that knows what she wants.”

For some reason you blushed at that, at the barely even there implication of being his. You really were going insane today. “Is that okay for you?”

“Sure,” he said, “let's watch the rat be a better cook than the two of us combined.”

You typed the website and clicked play on your screen and settled your laptop down between the two of you, one knee on each side of the bottom of it. 

You were suddenly keenly aware of the fact that you didn’t even own a tv, that you were watching a movie from your laptop when he could be at home, watching it on a screen that was at least double the size of this.

It was a stupid thought, so you brushed it off. He was a professional athlete, you were a college student. There was something fundamentally different about your current lives, as intertwined as they were. 

The movie started soon after, so you pushed all of that to the back of your mind. At first the two of you ran a semi-steady commentary about what was going on but soon after you were both too engrossed in the story to think about anything fun to say. 

When a sharp sound came from the screen you realised that you had your eyes closed. Sleepily you blinked your eyes open again. It must have been for a few minutes, at least because you weren't sure what was going on anymore. 

“Tired?” he asked, a knowing glint in his eyes. 

You let your forehead fall against his shoulder, this time on purpose. It was a welcome contrast to a few hours ago when you did the same thing against your front door. His shoulder was softer because of his sweatshirt and he smelled nice. Like the shampoo he used, like his laundry detergent. You wondered when that smell had become intrinsically his and not someone else's' like a friend of yours that used the same deodorant. 

You kind of wanted to drown in it, but you held yourself afloat anyway. He wasn’t yours, you weren’t his. The two of you weren’t like that.

“Had a hard day at work,” you mumbled, a little more tired now than you’d been just moments ago. His presence did that to you, calmed you down when you didn’t even know you were high to begin with. 

He lowered your shoulder a bit which made it more comfortable for you to rest your head on it. “You could have said no, you know that, right?”

But you had wanted to see him once you had seen his message. “I know.”

“Good,” he answered, as if it was as simple as that and remained quiet after that. 

You tried to turn your focus back to the movie, you really did, but before you knew it your eyelids were drooping again. 

Then you were woken up again, this time by Jack. 

The movie must have finished in the meantime because he had moved his arm, closing your laptop. You rubbed your eyes tiredly, trying to form a coherent thought but the only thing on your mind was the warmth of him next to you, the dream that just barely slipped out of your grasp. 

“Sorry,” you said.

He turned to you, surprised. “What for? If anything I should apologise, I kept watching even when you were tired.”

“You know I don't mind that,” you said. “I just wasn’t very good company today. Sorry.”

Jack knocked his shoulder against you with a little more purpose so you  turned to him. “Nope, none of that. I don’t mind, I got to see you, which is all I wanted anyway.”

How could he just say something like that? As if words like these didn’t bore themselves under your skin, living there forever, etching themselves into the white of your bones.

This casually, as if it didn’t just make your heart flutter the same way it did when you were eighteen, back when you had loved him. Still, in your barely illuminated room, late at night you let yourself linger. Let yourself pretend that his words held meaning. 

Let yourself pretend that the two of you were different.

You thought about the thousands of times you must have seen him just like this, in the dark, looking back at you. 

It was a weird memory that came to you, just then.

Back when the two of you had first met you had been crushing hard. It wasn’t really surprising, now looking back. You had never really gotten a lot of attention by boys growing up, so when he went out of his way to talk to you, you really had no choice but to fall for him. 

Liking him had become addicting. 

You could still remember the moment you thought he might like you back and the very same moment you knew it wasn’t, probably ever, going to work out between the two of you.

It was at a party, after you had just graduated. You had just come out of the bathroom, alone because your friend was finally, finally talking to the guy she liked. 

Then you picked up a friend’s voice somewhere down the corner, most likely from the kitchen. “C’mon your turn now. Who are you crushing on,” Aaron had said. They must still be playing a weird mixture of truth or dare and some other game you had already forgotten the name of.

Your mind immediately went to Jack, the way his hand had brushed yours when he had gotten you a drink earlier that night. 

“I don't?” Jack answered, slightly laughing, but there was an air of unease in his voice that you couldn’t help but notice. 

“C’mon, Jack don’t be like that,” someone else interjected, and suddenly you were a lot more invested in the conversation than just a moment ago. It was always like that when it was about him. 

“There are always so many girls throwing themselves at you, surely you want one of them,” you could hear the other guy’s jealousy from miles away but you weren’t sure if the others picked up on it too. 

“I’m serious, I barely have time for my friends already, let alone a girlfriend.” Jack said and there was this tiny spark of hope rising in your chest. Maybe you could change that. Maybe you could be the exception. 

“True,” Aaron agreed calmer than usual. You thought he might be noticing the tension waving off of the other guy. 

“There is no shame in admitting it,” the other guy doubled down, “what about that one girl? Short, brunette, on the track and field club.”

Oh god, he was describing your friend, the one you had just left with her crush. “Nah, wait I think she has a boyfriend, but what about her friend, the one that Kevin hangs out with.”

You. Shit, he was talking about you. Did you really want to hear Jack’s response? What if he said he didn’t like you? But what if he did?

“She is my friend too, you know,” Jack said, “but she is pretty, I guess.”

He guesses? That kind of really stung. You knew that there was nothing all that memorable about you, but it’s not like you were ugly. A thousand different insecurities that you thought you had worked through rose to the surface and you didn’t have the strength to push them back down. 

You had to escape, now, without being noticed and without listening to anything more. Still, your ear couldn’t help but pick up on the rest even as you pushed past that guy that sat behind you in math.

“Jack, don’t be like that,” the other guy insisted, “don’t you want to go up to her and just fuck her? I mean her ass-”

Humiliation. For some reason you felt humiliated and violated. You knew about locker room talk, but you had never wanted to be part of it. Tears were beginning to well up in your eyes and suddenly you could feel every single person that had touched any part of you today, suddenly questioning if it really was accidental. 

You had to get out, now. The static in your ear was loud and the bass vibrating through the soles of your feet seemed to turn it up even more. You had run away, texting the friend you came with some kind of bullshit excuse for leaving. 

The asphalt outside on the sidewalk was cold, but you sat down on it anyway. You just wanted to cry. Everything seemed so overwhelming and important all at once and you had no idea how to deal with all of it. 

Soon you were leaving high school for good, your friends were moving all across the country, you were so fucking lonely and the guy you had been crushing on for a better part of a year didn’t even think that you were worthy to look at. 

You drew your legs closer to your body and folded yourself up as much as possible. Growing up seemed scary all of a sudden. There was that one Lorde lyric that said that too, that you couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Suddenly people were streaming out of the house, all at once. You wiped your tears, looking up at what was happening. In the stream of people you couldn’t make out any of your friends.

Then you heard your name being called. It was Kevin, still standing at his door. He held Jack at the others shirt collar, as if he was holding up a particularly unruly cat that had gotten in trouble again. 

Your eyes must not have been red because when you came closer neither boy commented on it. “Get him home,” Kevin said and dumped a heap of Jack right in front of you. 

Jack glared back at where Kevin disappeared back into the house, eyes murderous. You had never really seen him act like that, especially to a friend. But then again how well did you really know him?

A beat of silence. You really wondered what on earth had happened for the party to just end. You shifted your weight on your feet. “Do you have a car?” you asked eventually. 

Jack brushed past you, “yeah. I’ll drive you home, didn’t drink anything.”

You followed him, but on the short walk back to his car neither of you said anything. 

The stereo remained off all the way back to your place. After you had stopped looking at him to try and figure out what had him in this bad of a mood, you looked outside. The neighbourhood was so familiar, and the horribly sad feeling from earlier came up again. 

You really needed some kind of distraction. “Thank you for driving me home.”

For a second he remained quiet and you really thought you were going to be ignored. He had always had a bit of a dramatic streak at times. “Of course.”

His expression remained scarily blank. “Can I ask what happened with Kevin?”

“Nothing,” he said, his gaze staring firmly ahead. Then, “I don’t like his friends.”

What kind of response was that? “Okay,” you tried, carefully, “then why did you come?”

“I didn’t know I didn’t like them before tonight,” he said. 

Then you looked at the way his hands were gripping the wheel, specifically at his knuckles. Wait- “did you punch one of them?”

He laughed, and the sound bounced off the small enclosure and some kind of happy feeling made your heart swell, even though you had been apprehensive about him just moments ago.

It was a lot longer than your comment had warranted. You really were a bit concerned about him. Should he be driving if he acted like this? “I might have.”

Before you could ask why, because you had never seen him actually punch anyone, he continued, “in my defense, he started it.”

“That’s a shitty defense,” you said, “that just means you have to be the one to take a step back first.”

He only shook his head in response but you were happy he was back to acting like that Jack you knew. “You would have punched him too, I just know it.”

“Sure,” you replied. You had never punched a person because you didn’t like them and you didn’t think you’d start anytime soon. 

“Trust me, you would have,” he said and left it at that. 

The two of you arrived at your place soon after, so you thanked him and left. 

The rest of the summer between highschool and college was spent getting over him, which you eventually succeeded at when he introduced his now ex-girlfriend to you and your friends. 

In college you went out on a few dates, but none of them ended up going anywhere. That was fine to you, because it just meant that you were prioritising other things now, like your studies and your friends. 

There wasn’t even anything all that similar between that memory and your current situation, but you drew the comparison anyway. His jaw was more refined now, his hair longer and his eyes seemed different now, a bit more mature maybe. Or maybe just a bit more tired. 

“What are you thinking about?��� he asked. 

It must have been a bit strange, you just looking at him. “You,” you replied honestly. “Do you remember that one party, way back, after high school where you punched someone?”

He groaned and leaned his head back against the wall, his throat exposed. Your gaze lingered there for a bit before returning to his face. Some kind of feeling almost bubbled to the surface at the sound and the matching sight.

“I do.”

“I never actually figured why you did that.” When his gaze remained firmly on your ceiling, you continued, “I feel like now enough time has passed for you to admit why.”

He smiled a bit. “There was this other guy, right? The one I punched, I mean.”

You nodded. 

“He was being a real dick about one of my friends, and when he didn’t stop talking about her I just kinda wanted him to shut up. Moved before thinking about it.”

“Asshole,” you commented, not about Jack. 

“Right?” he turned his head so that he looked back down to you, “after that one punch I came back to myself but before I knew it Kevin had dragged me out by my collar, shouting that everyone had to go.”

“He must have wanted to avoid a full on fight,” you said. 

“For sure, can’t even blame him.” With a mischievous gleam in his eyes he said, “but it felt really good to finally shut him up.”

You laughed, thinking that the entire situation was a lot more dramatic than it really had any reason to be. The laugh turned to a yawn by the end. 

“I should leave,” he said but you had the weird urge to ask him to stay. 

“Sorry, I’m a lot more tired than I thought,” you said instead.

“Don’t apologise for that,” he said, getting up. He ended up offering you a hand to help you get up as well even though you really didn't need it. You took it anyway. 

He picked up the bag that he had left at the door, opened it and turned to you. “I had fun.”

You smiled, “me too.”

“Good,” he offered you a smile in return. You saw his hand reach out and stop for just a second, but before you could ask him about it, he held it against your temple and leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. He lingered in your orbit for a bit longer than the duration of the kiss, just hovering above you. 

“See you soon,” he said, waving, and you replied the same. Then you closed your door and locked it. 

You didn’t need to hold your hand against your cheek to feel it burn. What was that? He had never done that before. He had never done anything like that before, ever.

You stumbled to your bathroom, and went through the motions of brushing your teeth and going on the toilet. When you finally crawled under your sheets, you let yourself sink down into them. 

Still, you were too tired to properly dissect the entire interaction so instead you closed your eyes. You drifted to sleep, your mind focusing on the tips of his ears that had seemed a bit flushed when he closed the door behind himself. 

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police - c. seungcheol

»police!¡Choi Seungcheol x fem!¡reader.

»Summary: Where Choi Seungcheol always comes home late and you can’t stand it anymore.

»Tags: smut (MDNI), oral (m. f. receiving), pet names, establish relationship, police seungcheol, innuendo (it’s for the plot), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, body worship, mention of stretch mark, scars, etc, dom!seungcheol, sub!reader.

»Words: 3.1k

note: This is my first time witting something completely on English so forgive my horrific gramar, and spealing and everything. ^^

note 2: Any typo or incoherence that you might find was completely intentional, it’s for the sake of learning about my mistakes. Please cut me some slack 🫠

The hours passed slowly on the clock, the second hand seemed to go slower and slower as if the minutes took years.

You were so sick of your boyfriend's nightshifts, you couldn't see him anymore, couldn't hug him, kiss him nor he could fuck you dumb like he used to do until not so long ago, you missed him at home.

You kept waiting for him laying on your bed, missing his touch, his scent, his kisses, how he used to caress your body with his long and thick fingers like you were the most beautiful piece of art he had ever seen. And more than anything, you miss the sex. You swear you could feel his mouth kissing your lips, cheeks, your neck, your belly, and that place so private that he knew like the palm of his hand.

You couldn't help but bring Seungcheol's white t-shirt close to your nose, so you could smell his musky scent, it felt like he was on top of you, locking you against the mattress.

Your fingers quickly touched your lips and take the same route that your boyfriend's lips were used to do over your soft and warm skin, with delicate touches your hand was now in between your thighs, and you didn't lose any time to start giving that little bud of nerves attention, while you smelt Seungcheol's scent, just as if it was him the one touching you. 

Soft moans started to escape your mouth and by the moment your hand slid inside your panties to caress your sticky folds and stimulate more the bud you were doomed. The clock marked 1 a.m. and the front door opened religiously like every night. The heavy footsteps were loud in the hall, but you were so into pleasing yourself that you forgot about your partner's time of arrival. 

Seungcheol stood still in the frame of the door, paralyzed, with one foot in and the other out of the room, looking at how his girlfriend was masturbating while sniffing his white shirt, which was so up onto her stomach that he could see her panties where her hand had adventure. He slammed the door so loudly that you couldn't help but jump in your bed, getting out of your hands up, and looking immediately to the door you felt so relieved, he looked so hot in his police uniform and watching you with lust and desire in his eyes.

He smirked with those plump and cherry-colored lips that you love. "What are you doing all by yourself babe?" asked, his black curly hair moving softly as he stood in front of you, his knees touching the bed.

You nimble onto your lower lip as he was so close that you could smell his musky scent mixed with sweat. "Is just that you haven't been around so much, I missed you" You got closer to the end of the bed sitting with both your legs on each side of your boyfriend, daring to rest your head on his hip feeling your mouth water because of the proximity of your face with his cock.

"Is that so?" one of his thick and dark brows was furrowed looking down on you and you just nob with your head still resting on his hip " Mmh, I see, it seems like I spent too much time outside, but you know I'm working, right, sweetie? if you wanted my cock so bad you could have told me before '' your boyfriend's expression was blank, he looked so serious, still you knew he was just being sulky because you were masturbating alone and didn't tell him that you were needy.

You lifted your head to put your jaw on Seungcheol's abdomen gripping each side of his hips with your hands "Don't get mad, Cheolie" you said while holding tighter onto his hips and pounding. 

Your boyfriend didn't say a word and just folded his arms to look into a dead point in the room, you couldn't help but crack a little laugh and decided to get up and turn causing Seungcheol to do the same, once he had the bed behind him, you pushed and make him fall sat in the bed. 

Seungcheol looked at you with a furrowed eyebrow and a slight smile, when you kneeld in front of him, with one hand in one of his thighs so close to his pelvis that it felt like fire in his skin.    

"Mister officer, I've been such a bad girl" You squished his thick thighs a little hard and continued to say "As my punishment, would you like me to polish your gun?" The double meaning of the words made your boyfriend laugh. 

"Sorry, I left my gun at the station, but if you polish another thing I don't have a problem, sweetheart" A flirty smile appeared on his face and you nodded excitedly.  

You gave him a sweet kiss on the jaw and untuck his work shirt from the pants starting to unbutton slowly the fabric while you were giving soft and humid kisses across his bare chest, you listened to his soft moans and by the time you finished unbuttoning his shirt, your jaw felt the cold hardness of his buckle. 

You quickly got your hands on his belt and unbuckle it, getting even his pants unzipped in record time, finally seeing the black fabric of his boxers, one finger outlined his hard cock and when it got to the tip, you shoved your hand inside his boxers, feeling the hot and heavy cock of Seungcheol, making your mouth water. 

You took the extension of your boyfriend's dick and slowly began to circularly caress his tip with your thumb, gently pressing the sensitive area. The sensation of his slick skin in your hand was quite exquisite,  Seungcheol's head was tilted while looking at you with tired eyes feeling so good by you jerking him off. 

Your hand started to go up and down faster and harder, making the tip leak white liquid which was dripping down the vein side, lubing all your work making it easier and more pleasant for your boyfriend. 

A throaty moan came out of his mouth, it felt so good. 

You licked your lips, helping you with your other hand, tugging his work pants and his underwear, immediately he raised his hips, finally taking the last of Seungcheol's clothes off. 

His hardness raised proud, slapping against his bare and toned abdomen, his cock was perfect, with the angry red color of the tip, making you gasp. 

Your face got closer and your spit got to his dick, making it more lubed.

Your thumb was massaging the tip while the palm of your hand continued to caress the rest of his cock. You stroke a little hard his tip and felt your panties get slick because of the delicious groan that Seungcheol just left you hear, you could taste his throaty moans every time your face got close enough for him to feel your hot breath in his length. 

You both locked eyes and your boyfriend's looked glassy, the desire could not be overlooked, and you wanted it as much as he craved it.  

Your lips were so close that he could feel your thick and warm breath on his cock, you gave a loud kiss on the tip, and you heard him groan and scoff at the same time, making you smile too, your tongue gave a kitten-like lick to the slit savouring the salty taste of his precum before you go head down trying to take all of his cock in your mouth, feeling the veins of his dick and the tip meets with the back of your throat.    

Even though you have sucked him many times throughout the five years of relationship you just couldn't get used to the thickness of Seungchoel's dick, but that would never stop you, a scuffed moan slipped from your mouth knowing that you boyfriend would enjoy the vibration and the sound of your mouth stuffed with his dick. 

You could feel his balls against your jaw while deep-throating your boyfriend, he didn't waste a second and started to fuck your mouth slowly with you accompanying his movements, your eyes started to water and as much as you wanted to keep watching the glorious expression of ecstasy on Seungcheol's face, you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore, just letting him get off in your mouth.  

The cusses and moans didn't stop coming from your boyfriend', the delicious sensation of your hot and wet mouth on his cock was just another level of torture for him.

Your boy was so close to cum in your mouth but that didn't stop him from asking if he could do it "Babe" his voice sounded hoarse and a groan scape when you sucked the tip a little too hard. 

You already knew what he meant when he called you, you could feel his dick twitching in your mouth, and even though you were always happy to swallow his cum, he asked every time without fail and for you that is as sweet as him buying you a big bouquet of flowers. 

You batted your lashes as a response and with a blurry vision you looked at how his jaw got tight while he let his head fall, you continued sucking him and when you felt the tip touch the back of your throat he let out such a guttural and lewd groan that had to press your thighs together knowing that you were sopping wet in your own arousal. 

Sungcheol grabbed your head softly but still, his grip was steady, he bucked his hips up slowly chasing his orgasm, and finally with a hoarse moan of your name he emptied his load down your throat, the cum spilling a little from the sides of your mouth mixed with your spit.

You gave him the brightest smile he has ever seen you put while sitting in his lap and giving him a kiss letting him taste himself on your tongue. 

His lips are sweet and addictive, his big hands grabbing your hips steady so close to his own body, you could feel his warm dick picking your belly angrily, making you anxious. 

He brushed his lips on your cheek and started to give a wet kiss on your jaw going down on your neck, his long fingers taking your shirt off, finally, he got to see you only in your panties. 

His kisses came down  to your collarbone, the place where he was very into, leaving small hickeys, some of them will be gone in some hours, while the others will be a red-purplish colour by tomorrow. 

The trip of his lips continued and now he left a kiss just above one of your nipples, making you gasp, his lips wrapped your little bud and he sucked and licked with a maddening pace. You grew impatient while trying to get more, moving your hips closer to him. 

And like it was some kind of ancestral tongue, he already knew what you wanted.

The heavy feeling of his cock over your clothed cunt made you let out a guttural moan. Seungcheol raised above you and grabbed your thighs tightly, getting up from the edge of the bed and spinning to get you in the middle of the mattress, his face now cuddled in your neck smelling your sweet perfume mixed with your arousal.       

He traced a line of soft kisses along your abdomen until he got to the elastic of your underwear, his thumbs dared to tuck into the elastics and pull them down slowly while his eyes were stuck in your dripping cunt.  

Once your panties got to your ankles they went straight to the other side of the room with the blink of an eye getting lost in the darkness of the room. 

He took your ankle and raised it close to his face, now starting to give kisses until he got so close to your cunt that you could feel his hot breath. The little kitten-like licks over your clit were so sudden that a loud whimper escaped your mouth without your consent. 

"Always so needy for me," Seungcheol said while sucking on the little bud of nerves.  

The sheets were crumpled in your fists and your back was so arched that you felt as if you were about to break, while Seungcheol keep licking and sucking like there was no tomorrow, his tongue fondle your clit when two of his thick and long fingers pushed inside your sopping cunt, you couldn't help but to let out a whine because of the sudden intrusion. 

One more finger join inside of you and he had you screaming in pleasure, the digits worked on your velvet gummy walls skilfully, a third finger was present while starting to finger-fuck you roughly.

A fireball was starting to develop in your belly, making your whole body tense up, your body started to shake in anticipation, a strangled cry left your mouth when you finally hit your desired climax, your insides were sucking and throbbing against his fingers, he help you ride through your hight still fucking you, when your completely limp in your bed he takes his fingers out and his wet hand full of you ecstasy went directly to his mouth were he didn't doubt taste your arousal, like it was his first meal in weeks. 

"You are so perfect, my love" his eyes looked at you shining, so in love, he kissed you so desperately and eagerly, and your heart felt heavy, how could you not love this man?

His hands run over your body sweetly, with love and care, lining all the "imperfections" of your body, the ones he loved so much because they were part of you, all the scars, the stretch marks, everything that made you feel uneasy, it still couldn't fit in his head, how is that something like that could make you feel bad about yourself?, he liked them all, because they are part of you, the person he loves the most in the world, the one that make him feel a fucking zoo, that one that makes him wanna cry cause he just can't believe you are his.  

He gave you a bright smile and then a kiss, so soft, it was just your lips touching, like two preschoolers, only feeling the closeness and the warmth of your lips. A taciturn kiss without any kind of morbid desire. 

He looked into your eyes and thought that they were similar to the galaxy full of shining stars, crossed his mind, he was in love, hypnotised. He asked for permission with his gaze and you with a softened heart couldn't refuse. 

Seungcheol was between your legs, with your thighs on each side of his hips, running his fingers in your skin softly and finally aligning his fat-dripping tip with your leaking cunt, he slide slowly inside of you looking at how your eyes were closed shut, and started to pant, once his thick and heavy cock was completely inside of you he didn't move at all, 'cause even though the prepared you, he was to much and it felt like you were about to break. He kissed you on your cheeks, and your forehead, in your lips and nose, and you couldn't help but laugh feeling sincerely happy.  

He put his arms on each side of your head, his hips jerk up a little, hearing you moan silently.

He felt your hips move, looking for more friction and he couldn't help but chuckle because of your impatience, he grabbed your waist, and his grip was sturdy and it felt so strong that you were sure, by tomorrow his hands will be painted in a purplish colour on your skin. 

Your hips were pinned down on the bed, unable to move, while he kept  slow and short thrusts, with an almost inhuman rhythm, he was rejoicing on your moans and the warm embrace and exquisite feeling of your velvety walls on his cock. 

Seungcheol kept lugging at a slow pace for a while until he couldn't take it anymore and the movement became faster and messy, it felt almost animalistic, he was so deep inside you that you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix exquisitely. 

Your moans were drowned in each other's mouths, kissing like there was no tomorrow, like it was the last time you were going to be together. 

You felt him hit that one spot that always had you howling in pleasure and it always impresses you how something so primitive like having sex makes you go so dumb because that was what your boyfriend was doing, fucking you dumb, but it was far more impressive how even after being together for such a long time, he's always able to make you feel even better, maybe you were just to in love or Seungcheol was just to good at fucking you. 

Your belly tightened and your boyfriend's ramming didn't stop or even slowed down, the mattress crashing with the wall more loudly every time, echoing with the obscene and wet sound in the room.  

You both could feel in the high of your climax, a caravan of fireworks exploding inside of you, and after whining loud Seungcheol's name like it was a mantra you could be fucking sure that your neighbors will not forget his name again and they will not call him police boy gain.  

After a few seconds, he finally pulled out carefully and threw himself beside you trying to ease up his breath.

You both looked into each other's eyes and couldn't help but laugh, the harmonious sound filling the room. You were sweaty and tired and you smelt like sex, but you definitely were more relaxed, even though you couldn't stop laughing because the situation was pretty hilarious. 

"I think I should forget more about you coming home at 1 am," you said happily. 

"I think you should polish my gun more often" proposed Seungcheol, closing his eyes and nodding for himself, a punch in his shoulder made him move his face to look at you. 

"It's not a bad idea" he said while laughing widely and you couldn't help but laugh too. 

"Stupid officer"

[kennedyalike]

night shift~

pairing: boss!leon s. kennedy x fem!reader

summary: nightshifts are your favorite because you can have some ”alone time” with your boss.

tags: slight choking, teasing, groping, vaginal fingering

word count: 2k

The feeling cold air breezing up against the hem of your dangerously short skirt was awakening a small hint of doubt in your chest as you walked into the big building you work at, for a night shift. You were a mere assistant but regardless, you loved your job for one reason, your hot boss. Your boss, Leon S. Kennedy was the big boss around here. You weren’t even sure what he did to be held in such high regard. Being somewhat new to the job meant you were still learning some new things every now and then.

You had been to a couple night shifts and the whole office was quiet, only a couple of people working there at the time. The building was huge but you shared an office with your boss, of course. He was insatiable. He had definitely noticed your doting on him everyday. Stealing small peeks at him over your desk while his eyebrows slightly furrow from the immense focus he was putting into work.

He was always going over some paperwork and your job was basically to follow him around and do whatever he asked. Not that you minded doing whatever he wanted, but sometimes the huge amount of documents he dropped on your desk with the corner of his mouth slightly upturned was exhausting. He was nice, really. You brought him his coffee everyday when your shift began.

Leon was never late to work, he was always there before you and after you. Sometimes you wonder about his private life but he dodges every question. A few months on the job, you had learned a lot about him even though he doesn’t talk that much. He takes black coffee with no sugar, sometimes two cups but usually one. In the mornings he’s quiet and focused and in the evenings he’s moody and tired.

You knew his routine by now and you adjusted yourself to it. He was kind of an asshole sometimes. You just couldn’t figure him out. He never asks for coffee but you bring it each time and each time he just nods and accepts, never thanks. First, you thought he was being rude and that he lacked manners. After some time, you realised he’s quite fond of you. He always brings you something from the cafeteria, he has gifted you flowers a couple times and dropped you off from work. He sometimes asks about your personal life at lunchtime.

One other thing about your relationship with your boss…

The both of you knew about the interest in one another but you played clueless everyday. At first, you thought it was one sided between you two, you taking peeks at him, hoping he doesn’t notice. Never daring to make a flirty joke because you were too nervous around him at first. Safe to say he always picked it up, playing it safe with. ”No need to be nervous, darling.”

It wasn’t one sided, and now you knew it. You picked it up as fast as him. He was always trying to intimidate you by hovering over you slightly. His nicknames. Who calls their assistant ”darling” anyways? His eyes were sometimes peeking at the first unbuttoned buttons on your blouse. His gaze was almost like a burning sensation on your collar bones as his eyes lowered down to your thighs. He did this on a daily basis and always dropped some flirty comments that for sure were not appropriate.

You wouldn’t say anything, of course, because you wanted him so bad. He was tall and muscular, his blonde locks that he sometimes wore down and sometimes slicked back. His straight nose, furrowed brows, strong jawline and wide shoulders had you looking at him for too long. He was for sure the most handsome man you ever laid eyes upon. Safe to say, you thought about him when you were by yourself, feeling a growing sensation between your thighs.

You were too shy and scared to say anything to him, but you did up your game, at least today. You wore a rather short skirt for your night shift today. It wasn’t scandalously short, but noticeably shorter. The skirt was paired with a pair of sheer black tights that caressed the skin of your thighs and a white button up blouse that was loose on your collar, slightly sheer too.

You finally walked into the building, it was dark and only a couple of people were around, everyone couped up in their own offices and floors. You tighten the hold on your purse as you make your way to grab coffee. You grabbed your own and Leon’s. You head to your shared office. With a slight knock on the door with your foot, because your hands were occupied with the hot coffee cups. You push the door open with your back and get in.

Leon knows it’s you so he doesn’t even budge slightly. You roll your eyes at him and sigh as you walk over to his desk and put his coffee on it. ”There you go, sir.” You say politely as you walk over to your own desk, that was in front of him. You set your coffee and purse down on the table. ”It’s been at least two months, think you could drop the ’sir’?” Leon asks while not even lifting his eyes up at you.

You roll your eyes again, not like he was going to see. ”No, sir.” You say unamusedly as you settle down to sit on your chair. Ugh. He didn’t even look your way. Sighing, you sit down and begin working.

After a while, Leon stands up and shuffles some paperworks around the room, putting them inside shelves and pulling new ones out. You don’t turn your head at him, continuing to work in silence. The way his footsteps hit the floor almost echoed in your mind. You come to your senses when you see Leon standing next to your desk in your peripheral vision. He hovers slightly above you, standing much taller.

You turn yourself towards him with the chair, your hands pool at your lap while your body is now turned towards him. He’s wearing a simple button up dress shirt paired with some black slacks. You lift your chin and look up at him. He’s standing awfully close as he looks down at you, until reverting his gaze back to the folder of papers on your desk.

”When you finish those, take them up to the counselor for me, would ya?” He orders rather than requests as he quickly walks back to his chest, sitting down. ”Okay. I’m almost done.” You nod at him while keeping your eyes on him when he sits back down. He isn’t even paying attention to you.

After 20 minutes, you’re done with the papers and you sit up quietly, gathering all the documents in your hands. You sit up and straighten your skirt slightly, feeling embarrassed of your choice of clothing when Leon didn’t even acknowledge it. You make eye contact with him after standing up, you stay quiet but start making your way to the door.

Leon’s eyes started wandering on your body after you broke the eye contact. You almost out the door, Leon quickly remarks. ”Wait.” You stop in your tracks and turn your body to look at him while still holding the door open with your free arms. ”Hm?”

”Nevermind, go.” He says after quickly looking over your figure one more time. Oh he definitely noticed it. Even the tights you’re wearing are different. You nervously walk out the door and start making your way to the upper floor.

After taking the documents up, the counselor had given you something to bring back. It was a folder of some papers that you weren’t bothered to read, they were without a clip and all messed up though. Coming back to your office, Leon was sipping his coffee and leaned back on his seat, shuffling his leg, slowly pumping it up and down. He turns his head to look at you while putting his coffee down. He spins in his chair slowly.

”They give you something back?” He asked, surprised. He stayed in his seat as you walked over to the tall shelf on the side of the office. ”Yeah, it’s all messed up, let me give you a folder.” You explain as you search through the cabinet to find a folder. You end up forgetting about your situation, as you tiptoe a little and lean your body slightly forward to the table while reaching high up.

You hadn’t noticed Leon walking up behind you. He isn’t one to hide anything so he was openly looking at your ass that was now peeking from under your skirt when you were tiptoeing. He keeps his stare on your figure and even catches a small peek at your underwear. He chuckles and quickly hands you the folder you were reaching for, his body only inches away.

Not having heard him come behind you, you got startled slightly. You accept the folder and put the papers in. You nervously turn to face him, he’s probably never been this close. ”Go put them on my desk.” He simply says as he looks at your eyes confidently. You just nod and walk past him, stopping at his desk to settle the papers down.

He walks over to you and suddenly grabs your waist firmly with one hand. ”You thought I wouldn’t notice this, huh?” You turn around, facing him while his hand is still gripping your side. You look down at his hand and then at him, nervously. ”What?” You say, pretending innocent.

”This, darling.” He pulls you closer and his other hand grips your waist while the other sneaks down your skirt and slowly makes its way under it, groping your ass firmly. You gasp slightly, eyes widening at Leon’s action. You’re at a loss of words while you stand there mouth open, he is smirking at you and you’ve never seen him look more cocky.

He gives your ass a slight slap and turns your body around and bends you over his desk. You gasp again, still at a loss of words when his forearm holds you down. Your hands go next to your sides in an attempt to steady yourself. Even though surprised, this is exactly what you wished for, so you don’t fight it. Leon’s hand comes up from behind and grabs around your neck.

”Sir.” You hesitantly say as his digits lock around your throat and squeeze it a little bit. His hands are big and cold, full of veins. While choking you, he smirks as he looks at your panties, seeing a wet spot forming on them as you were now on full display for him, bent over like this. You squirm a little bit. ”Don’t think I’ll let you get off the hook so easily, baby.” He chuckles as he tightens his grip around your neck, earning a small moan from you.

His hand suddenly cups your cunt through your panties, feeling the wet spot on them. He scoffs and chuckles while you squirm. His fingers slips between your wet folds quickly, pulling the panties aside. His long middle finger gathers the slick and brings it to your clit, rubbing small circles around it. You moan loudly and the hand that was choking you, moves on top of your mouth, silencing you. ”Shh, don’t want the others to hear what a slut you are for me.”

read part 2 here

[ollieneedstherapy]

Redacted asmr headcannons (the wolf bouts and darlin’)

-David was the most emotional of them when they were kids, but grew out of it by the time he was about 10

-Marie used to keep the door unlocked when Darlin’ was a teenager so they could have a safe place to sleep at night

-Asher has made them all friendship bracelets every year for their birthdays, David has kept every single one even the ones that were too big or small

-Milo likes it sweethearts lays no his chest while they’re falling asleep, they do it a o often that when they’re working the nightshifts he has to find a weighted blanket to use instead

-Darlin’ likes their steak so rare that Asher used to joke it was still mooing, Sam likes his the same way but Asher’s to scared to tease him about it

-Sam actually meet Gabe once at a gas station while he was at D.A.M.N

-David loves cheesy pop music, he will never admit it too anyone by Angel have caught him humming ‘Lover’ by Taylor Swift when they are laying in bed together

-Asher can play electric guitar and Darlin’ can play electric bass, neither can play very well but they don’t need to know that

-Asher and his parents used to have nightly movie nights till he moved out, he tried to get David too do it but they only did it a few times

-Milo has the worst immune system ever, that was the only reason Marie would ever miss a pack meeting

-Darlin’ LOVES kids, so when they meet Bright and Fredrick they tried to adopt them both, on sight

-Milo can not stand country music, at all. Asher hates it too but gets David to play it at pack meetings ‘cause Sam likes it!’ (He does not) when in reality he loves to piss off his friends though he will never admit it

-Milo does not like his accent, so when he was little he tried to hide it all the time till Darlin’ told him if he keeps doing they’ll punch him in the mouth

-Darlin’ and Gabe used to play fight, Darlin’ once scratched him and cried, Gabe did his best not to laugh but failed

-No one is their real name in Asher’s phone, the list goes like, Babe, Pookie, David, Big dog, Milo, small dog, Darlin’, call if I get arrested, Sam, Old man

-Darlin’ saw their name in Ash’s phone and changed his too ‘victim #1’

[xrag-dollx]

Good girls belong under officer's arrest

~Colin Zabel x fem!reader

Summary: Colin was working his nightshift at the department. Meanwhile sexual lust was heavily floating your body. Even though Colin and you made a "no touching without my permission" sort-of pact, you decided to sin, merely for your own pleasure, and you have to pay for that. On that matter, Colin's shift has just begun.

Warnings: smut, a dominant Colin Zabel, masturbating, praising, fingering, orgasm denial, spanking, handcuffing, overstimulating (yes the whole thing)

A/N: pls don't judge me that he lives in missouri bc I have no fuckin clue where this man lives

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You typed onto the screen of your phone, lying on the sofa in your living room, silence was surrounding you like the darkness, louder than anything else. Your phone screen was the only source that enlightened the room, gently highlighting the features of your face. You pressed the little paperplane on the right corner of your chat to send it to Colin, hoping for a quick answer. The reason for that urgency was because your horniness was engulfing you. Also, you were quite bored.

Well, being patient wasn't easy, especially when you were on your peak of your sexual drive. Ugh, if he only knew. Yet, You and Colin made a kind of pact, no self-touching until he was home. You could feel that tickling feeling of sensation building up in your cute little stomach, and someone needed to quench that thirst of sexual lust. But you were so desperate to have him, to feel him, to kiss him! Of course, his work was his duty but his duty was also to satisfy your needs. (And that was your priority at the moment)

Reading that message let your desperation grow. You let out a silent huff. You basically expected him to be longer at work. Was tonight the right time to sin and let your urges go? Oh fuck it, he wouldn't notice. You began to be befriended with these illicit thoughts, sitting in the mind of yours.

Placing your phone onto the couch table, you made your way upstairs to your bedroom. To get into the right mood, you decided to lit up some scented candles and dimmed the lights.  You took off your clothes almost in a hastily manner, you were undeniably horny as you took off your already soaked panties, the pieces of your fabrics were messy sprawled on the floor. You crawled on top of your king-sized bed, nothing but thoughts of Colin and you were crossing your dirty mind. With open legs, your hand was gently rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers collected your arousal to spread it all over your pulsating cunt. Soft and breathy moans escaped your mouth, your teeth gently bit the lower part of your lip as you enjoyed every thought in your mind and every gentle touch of your hand as your mind dived deep into the savage garden of your blooming fantasy. The door to your bedroom suddenly swung open as it immediately brought you back to your concousness like a harsh slap into your face; without any warning...

"Hey babe I'm ba-"

Colin arrived earlier as you might have expected. He looked at you, obviously in disbelief. The view, so obscene as he saw you  naked on the bed, obviously pleasuring yourself without his consent. His cheeks turned cherry red, his eyebrows raised. Totally stunned he stuttered:

"W-what are you doing?"

Perplexed, you stared at him, as you were totally surprised to see him already, so early.

"baby...you're already back"

You stuttered, words and mind weren't thinking alike, your head was still hazy from the forbidden imagines you planted into your mind earlier.

He stepped in, gently closing the door behind him.

"I guess you forgot about our pact, did you?"

He spoke, standing in front of you as his eyes scanned your bare body with lustful eyes. You knew it turned him on to see you like that, looking at him with big doe eyes would be enough to make him go crazy for you.

"I know, but...I couldn't resist. And you said you'd be away for a while."

You spoke, your big bambi eyes and innocence was the key to make yourself irresistible to him. But you were anything else than innocent to Colin.

"Oooh, don't look at me like that. You know what that means, princess..."

The mattes slightly dipped under his weight. Without any hesitation he pulled your body like a life-sized doll over his lap, your pretty butt faced upwards.

"Hmmh... such a bad girl"

He whispered, as you could feel his warm hand gently gliding over your ass cheeks as it made you squirm under his touch.

"Ugh, C-Colin...baby...I-"

You stuttered but until your unfinished sentence could leave your mouth, his hand smacked your bare ass cheeks, the noise filled the room for a brief moment, a loud moan escaped your throat. Your hands grabbed his thigh in a sudden reflex.

"Shhh princess...shut your sweet little mouth for me. Be a good girl, hm?"

Colin spoke in a low voice as his hand stroke gently the back of your head, his fingers going through your hair, he softly massages your scalp while shivers were creeping down your spine. You nodded, as you obeyed to him. Soft whines escaped your mouth, as you felt that freaking amazing feeling of his fingers gently caressing your scalp.

"Such a good girl..."

Colin cooed while his fingertips made their way so slowly down your back, down your ass cheeks, and stopped between your legs. His fingers got covered by your arousal as you were basically dripping under his grip, a devilish grin got drawn on his lips.

"Hmmh, so wet for me..."

He continued to rub your clit with slow motions, every move was pure ecstasy. He watched you carefully as you got tortured by Colin's teasing, lustful moans escaped your mouth with every move he made.

"Colin...please...I want it ...now"

"Want what? After what you just did?"

He clicked with his tongue as he was slightly amused by your longing desire, his grin still visible on his lips as a low chuckle was stumbling out of his mouth.

"No no, this is not how it's working tonight, princess. You're under my arrest."

He whispered, his breath softly tickled the skin on your ear, your delight grew stronger with every move he did on you.

"Ugh!..."

You groaned, as a sharp and stinging pain hit your blank skin again, this time stronger than previously. Whines left your mouth like a response for more, your fingers tightly crawled onto Colin's thigh, as you desperately tried to grip onto something. Colin showed amusement in slapping the shit out of your delicate skin with his flat palm. Three, four, five harsh slaps followed in a tight row. "Bam! bam! bam!"  The smacking noise echoed through the whole bedroom mixed with a few small yet audible chuckles of Colin, almost madly but in amusement at your whiny behavior. Your ass cheeks, bordeaux red and glowing from the constant assault of Colin's hands, were now painful with the slightest touch, you couldn't even think of sitting the following days. Yet, the permanent hurt was like pleasure linked with the centre of your system of lust. Your arousal was running down your thigh like sweet honey out of a beehive. Colin noticed that, as he was running his hand slowly up and down your thigh, as he stopped for a second, feeling the warm liquid covering his fingers.

"someone's quite needy, hm?"

He spoke with a quiet voice as his fingers trailed the moist line up between your thighs, as it reached your dripping entrance. With a filthy smirk, Colin dipped his pointer finger slowly into your pulsating cunt. You twitched on that action, a few small moans exiting the way out of your mouth in sync to your movements.

"Want more, princess? Beg for it"

He spoke as he gently lied you onto the bed. Colin sat between your legs with hungry eyes as he slowly spread them apart.

You only looked at him with a begging gaze but no words left your sweet mouth.

"C'mon...beg for it"

He demanded, as he was sticking his pointer finger just halfway into you again, his gaze was locked with yours as he carefully watched your body desperately calling for more. Your back lightly arched up from the smooth surface beneath you, sensing the tip of his pointer finger teasing your small centre of pleasure between your legs, which caused you to shiver uncontrollably.

"Hmmmh! Oh gosh, please...Colin...just..."

You stuttered, your delight to give in was unstoppable.

"Yes?...c'mon use your words..."

You were a whimpering mess under his grip, all you wanted was to get finger-fucked by Colin.

"Please...Colin...ugh“

Was all you could mutter underneath your hitching breath. You couldn't bare the painful teasing Colin did to you any longer, so you decided to ease your accumulated high yourself. As soon as you had your hand on your sweet spot, Colin smacked your hand away.

"Nuh-uh, princess! I didn't give you any permission!"

Colin admonished, as he took both of your wrists and placed them firmly above your head with a tight grip.

"Seems like I have to prevent you from your temptations..."

Colin spoke, as he pulled out his handcuffs from the side pocket of his pants. You watched him, cuffing both of your wrists onto the ornated  metal headboard of your king-sized bed. The cold metal embraces your warm flesh in a uncomfortable way. The "click" of his cuffs signaled that you're arrested now, to Colin. And there you are, completely devoted to him and tied onto the bed.

You looked at him with big deer eyes as you were pulling on the cuffs, letting out a few huffs in desperation.

"Hmmngh...Colin!..."

You whimpered, your body was moving around impatiently, waiting for Colin to finally give you what you're craving, but he drew a tough card on you.

"Oh baby, I know what you want...just be...patient"

He spoke, his hands were gliding achingly slow from your torso down to your legs, his eyes followed the same track his hands were gliding,  hungrily devouring your body in a whole. His hands found its end by your legs, as he locked his obsidian-like eyes with yours, basically piercing into your soul. Colin gently spread your legs apart, as he licked his lips, looking eagerly at your dripping entrance like it's a goddamn buffet. You watched him, as you were waiting for him to finally just do something on you, heavy breaths were all you could manage to bring out. He was totally fixed onto your pussy, he slowly brought his pointer finger again to your wet folds, as he was collecting some of your arousal and licking it provocatively off of his finger, he smirked as he was looking at you again, as he knew it would drive you crazy.

"How do you like that, hm princess?"

"Stop it, Colin! J-just fuck me now!"

"You hissed, twitching under the grip of his handcuffs as the harsh noises of metal hitting metal interrupted the silence.

"Shhh..."

Colin cooed, his finger gently entered your soft and pulsating walls while he was watching you, your reaction was pure bliss he was earning. He moved one finger out and entered another finger.

"This is what you want, hm?"

"O-oh...fuck yeah"

You stuttered, as you spread your legs even further in response, your head was thrown back, your breath was going heavier.

"Oh fuck yes baby..."

He had pure joy in seeing you in such a desperate state, as he bit his bottom lip, sliding in his middle and pointer finger into your throbbing cunt, as your wetness was leaking continously out of it. Your response was a drawn out moan.

"Oh princess you want it so much, don't you?"

As he looked at you with a small yet cocky smirk, his fingers were still inside of you, but he didn't keep going until he heard a response of yours. Yeah, he was pretty mean tonight.

„YES!“

You whimmered as you desperately rolled your hip against his fingers.

"Heh...I love how impatient you are...seems like you need to be a little more patient...Just a little bit"

He chuckled, his fingers curled up in a 'come-here' motion, tickling that soft and spongy spot skillfully.

"Ugh! Y-yes yes yes!"

You screamed, as Colin was hitting THAT spot. It was like an itch which needed to be scratched.

"Is it? C'mon, be a good girl for me and scream my name, C'mon!"

He demanded, as his fingers moved in and out in a faster speed, his gaze switched between the heavy panting and twitching mess which you were and your wet pussy, as he heavily fingered your cunt, the lewd squelching noises were filling the air dominantly.

"Oh shit Colin yes yes yes, hmmh.. baby yes!"

You whimpered and your legs began to shake uncontrollably, as Colin's fingers moved in and out of you in an almost brutal speed, causing your body to twitch.

"Daaamn, yes...that's my princess, let me hear it"

He spoke, as he was praising you for the good girl you were. Though he knew you were close to your high, he stopped in the last moment, right on the edge.

"Fuck! Colin I-I was so close!!"

You huffed, your breathing faster than previously, as you furrowed your brows, your agony was immense. You twitched around like crazy, the headboard was slightly moving under your twitches, the cuffs releasing heavy noises by scratching the headboard's metal.

"I hate you!"

You whined, kicking your feet in desperation accompanied with another huff.

"Hmmh...yeah princess, I just like to see you so desperate ya know"

Colin spoke, caressing gently the velvety skin of your leg. He looked at you, his grin was hiding something mischievous and dark eyes observing you lustful. His fingers, slowly entered your pussy again, knuckle-deep.

"Oooohh fuck, yes!"

You screamed, your back bent up from the mattress.

"You get what you want, trust me"

Colin growls, his fingers began to sped up, drilling into you with no mercy hitting that perfect spot again, your legs quivered in response.

'Ohh-f-fuck, Colin!"

You cried out, as it didn't took long and your orgasm was rushing over you like a wave, your whole body electrified and shaking uncontrollably under Colin's grip. You could swear you've seen the stars like you've never seen them before, dancing vividly across your mind. Instead of riding out your desired high, he wouldn't stop at all, penetrating you with the bliss to see you in such a desperate state.

"C-colin...s-stop!! Ugh!"

You mumbled, you couldn't even do anything at all, your wrist was still tied to the headboard which let your frustration grow.

"Hmmngh COLIN!!"

He was chuckling mischievously, biting his bottom lip.

"Oh princess, you should've been a good girl earlier..."

Hearing those words made you huff in response, followed by letting out a small whimper.

"Stop...Colin"

You whined, pleasure was slowly turning into pain, your pussy was aching and slightly burning. Another orgasm wouldn't come up for sure, you felt a little too irritated that your body would refuse to give you any more rush of dopamine.

"There's something missing, princess...c'mon use your words"

Colin spoke, still stroking the inner walls of your pussy with his veiny fingers.

"Ugh...please..."

You whimpered, that one single word was the key to make him stop. It was so damn easy...

"Oh? Did I just hear 'please?"

Colin spoke, as he gently pulled out his fingers, coated with your arousal. He licked them clean while he watched you, provocative and mischievous. Your legs, still quivering as you were lying on the bed, your body felt like it got electrified by a lighting.

"So, doll....lessons learned for tonight, hm?"

He responded, as he removed the cuffs from your wrists, putting them back into the pocket of his pants along with the key. You touched the irritated skin, which had left red marks due to the friction of Colin's handcuffs.

"Well...what if I'd say no?"

You spoke, as you reached for his tie, wrapping it nonchalantly around your wrist as you pulled him towards you with a vicious grin. Your lips met his, engaging them in a hot kiss. He gently cupped your chin, his thumb caressing the smooth skin of yours.

"Hmmmh...it's what you want, hm doll?"

Colin mumbled between kisses, he couldn't hold back a smirk, hearing your response was like an open plea for more.

"Gosh, you're so insatiable..."

He spoke, breaking the kiss between you and him, Colin's warm breath still lingered on your lips like a haunting ghost.

He got up, loosening up the tie around his neck, as he was about to leave the bedroom. He spoke to you:

"I'll have a shower now....And no misbehaving, okay, miss?"

That impish grin of him signaled that you're up for everything.

"Okay "officer" you responded, the "officer" underlined in a sarcastic tone of course, followed with a smirk on your lips.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Rosa diaz x reader - I just care

so i was thinking rosa diaz x female surgeon or nurse reader or even paramedic. anything to do with the medial world. maybe she gets hurt and comes into the ER and it’s angst / fluff. perhaps she got a broken bone nothing too serious. they’re just friends at first but when rosa is wheeled in reader gets scared and eventually confesses - Anon💜

Sitting at the nurses station, you were completing some paperwork from the few hours before that needed done.

“Why’re you still here?”

Glancing up, you smiled at Jason and sighed a little, holding up the papers.

“I’m on nightshift today, and I have paperwork to do. How about you?”

“Double shift.” He yawned.

You hummed, nodding your head a little bit, letting him come sit next to you at the desk, and he went to the computer.

“Think I can take a power nap?” He asked.

“Go for it, I’m first call anyways so they won’t need you unless it’s an emergency surgery.”

He hummed a little, resting his head in his arms and you pat his back a few times, covering him up with your jumper as you felt your pager buzz.

Taking his from him, you made your way down to the requested floor, still reading through your paperwork.

You weren’t paged for an emergency, you were paged for a consolation, so you weren’t in any real rush to get there.

“Well you took your time.”

“I’m clearly a busy person Daisy.”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she handed you a file.

“Woman is in, she’s had an X-ray done already, just need someone to look at it and decide the outcome, I’m not trained on that and Matty told me to find someone to help.”

Sighing at the students doctor, you nodded, taking the file.

“Tomorrow you’re in my charge, he’s not going to teach you anything.”

“Can I come with you?”

Looking at your watch your waved her away with the file.

“No, go get yourself something to eat and a hot drink, you’ll come with me for the next one.”

Daisy nodded and walked away while you made your way over to the room, knocking on the door before you walked in.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N), I heard you took a nasty fall so we’re going to have a look at your X-ray and then decide what the best course of action is going to be.”

“Well I’m glad it’s you doing this.”

You whipped your head up at the voice, and you dropped the file on the table, rushing over.

“Rosa?! What the hell happened?!”

“Comes with the job you know this, I see you at pretty much every accident scene I’m at.”

You sighed, walking over you pulled a chair over, sitting in front of her as you held out your hand.

Rosa gave you her arm and you did a small check over, not saying a single word and she just watched you.

“It really isn’t that bad.” She said.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

Pushing yourself away you took the X-rays across room so you could look at them, carefully examining them.

“It’s just a sprain, I just need the all clear so I can go.”

“I’m not giving you a false clear just so you can go back to work.” You snapped.

“I don’t see what your problem is, there isn’t anything on it.” She huffed.

“I have a duty to do my job correctly.”

“Last time I was in here you let me go straight away.”

You turned to her, glaring a little bit.

“Last time you were in here it was because you had a really bad migraine, this time you have a broken bone. I’m getting another X-ray.”

“It’s not broken!”

She stood up and you pointed at her.

“Sit down!”

Rosa blinked, and slowly she sat back down in her chair.

Storming out of the room, you ordered another X-ray from a different angle then went back once it came through.

Putting it up, you pointed to it, circling a part of her wrist with your finger.

“You’ve snapped your wrist, so you’ll need a cast. I’ll have somebody come in and sort one for you, then you can go. If there is no improvement in a month then we’ll have to consider the possibility of surgery.”

Taking the X-rays, you put them in the file and walked out, not wanting to deal with her anymore.

You ignored her texts and calls for a week, then while you were getting ready to leave, looking at your phone as you were heading towards the doors to enjoy a few days off, moved aside at the sound of yelling.

Glancing up, you turned back to your phone before snapping your head up.

“Rosa?!”

Running after them, you bared into the room and rushed to her side.

“What the hell did you do now?!” You hissed.

“Nothing…”

“She fell off her bike.” The EMT said.

You took a small breath, nodding your head as you turned to Rosa, sitting down in the chair next to her bed, wheeling back and forth.

“So you’re talking to me now?”

“Shut up.”

“What is your issue?”

“My issue is your lack of regard for your own damn safety Rosa! It terrifies the hell out of my because I love you and every time I see you come in here I think the worst!”

Rosa stared at you in shock and you realised what you had said, and quickly stood up.

“This time don’t argue with your doctor.”

With that, you left, slamming the door behind you.

You were angry at her, but now you were angry at yourself for telling her how you really felt about her

[slaytheusurper]

⭑ Love thy neighbour ⭑

Masterlist

A/N: First Tom Bennett fic team, now why is he so fucking hot!!!

Pairing: Tom Bennett x Neighbour!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ mdni, dirty talk, kissing/making out, dry humping, Tom hitting from behind, fingering, p in v sex, Tom being a charming bastard.

Summary: Tom needed to hide from his dad after an evening at the pub, surely his pretty neighbour would let him in?

Word count: 3k

The cold draft sweeping through your bedroom kept you awake once again, pulling your sheets up as far as you could didn’t do much either. You cursed the single paned windows for keeping you from your dreams for the third time this week, you had work at the beauty shop as a countergirl tomorrow and you couldn’t afford having no energy. 

It was all smiles and a happy, energised voice while assisting the ladies with any makeup or perfume. It fit you well but it did take a lot out of you, hence why sleeping well was quite important. Then your mind drifted off, a certain blonde haired man clouding your mind. Your neighbours, the Bennetts, were a nice family and you would sometimes even hang out with Lois. 

Lois was one of your good friends and since the two of you lived so close, them living right across the narrow street, you would often spend time with her. She would most of the time talk about Harry, a man you could tell just from Lois’ stories wasn’t quite great but you let her do her thing. 

You had met him once or twice and wasn’t quite impressed. And when you voiced your opinion to your friend she simply stated it was because you just like blonder men. She knew of your crush on her brother and found it quite adorable. 

You were somewhat embarrassed, you were pretty certain he saw you as a friend and as Lois’ friend so you kept it to yourself. However you knew him pretty well and you had been to his rescue a couple of times when the police came down the road, hiding in your house until they left. 

After your dad left to join the army when the war started it had been you and your mum, since she now was the sole income for the family, you decided to get a job as well. So your cousin gave you a recommendation at the beauty shop, hence getting you a job. Which of course you were very thankful for.  

His footsteps were the only sound that echoed through the empty dark street. Everyone was asleep by now, which was obvious as it was the middle of the night. Tom had spent the evening at the pub and even though he wasn’t drunk, he still knew he would be in trouble once he got home.

So he had a choice to make, his feet came to a halt at his front door. Blowing out some smoke from the cigarette he was puffing on before glancing to your window. Your bedroom was at the front of the house, just like his and Lois’ bedroom. 

Would you still be awake? Would you even let him in? And if you did, he would have to be careful not to wake your mum up. Even though the woman liked him, as he was very charming and handsome, your father did not. Of course he wasn’t home now but if he knew he had been in his daughters bedroom, there would be hell to pay.

He had never actually been in your bedroom, just hid in the closet downstairs when the police showed up at his door. He stood there for a minute taking a last drag of his now short cigarette, before stomping it out on the floor. His eyes shifted from his door to your window, he really didn’t want to deal with his nagging dad right now.

Your window it is. He crossed the street and noticed the tiny pebbles on the sidewalk. Picking them up he carefully threw one at your window, he couldn’t be too loud. If his dad heard him inside the house or your mum in yours, he would be in such deep shit.

The tick against the window made you sit up in bed, did you hear that right? Tick...Tick. Now there were two, you definitely heard that right. Throwing the sheets of your body, you got out of bed. Clad in your thin long nightshift, it was new, a gift from Lios for your birthday that was a couple of weeks ago.

As you made your way to your window, you wrapped your arms around yourself to fight the cold. When you peered out, a crooked smile met your eyes. You rolled them at him and he put his hands together in a begging motion as he got on his knees. You stifled a laugh at his stupid gesture and opened your window. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” You whisper yelled at him. “Well I was hopin’ you would rescue me, and here you are.” He whisper yelled back, now getting back on his feet. “Oh really, and how would I do that?” You teased, you knew he wanted to just get inside but why not pester him a bit?

“Please beautiful, can you let me in? I promise I won’t wake up your mum.” His words made your face turn about a hundred shades of red and you contemplated his question. You let out a sigh and fully opened your window. Tom smiled at you and used your, luckily strongly built, drain pipe to get up the wall and into your bedroom. 

He almost tripped and fell into your bedroom when his foot got stuck on the windowsill but you managed to catch him. The pair of you had to keep your laughs in as your mum only slept two rooms down the hall. 

When you let go of him he sneakily glanced at your thinly covered breasts before taking in your small but cosy bedroom. You blushed hard when you caught him staring but sat back down on your bed as he looked around, the moonlight illuminating the room. Then you noticed your pebbled nipples were quite visible through your gown.

You paid it no mind and slightly covered yourself with your arms. “So...your room is nice, I imagined it would be like this. All, well flowery and stuff.” You quirked a brow at him. “You imagined what my bedroom would look like?” He snorted at that and just shrugged. “Dunno just thought it would look like this, can smell your perfume. It’s nice.” 

His charming personality and butterfly inducing words made you completely forget about a very important matter, where would he sleep? “Should I uh… sleep on the ground or?” You smiled softly, “Or?” He scratched the back of his neck and looked around awkwardly. “Or...maybe you wouldn’t mind sharing with me?” 

His words made your face burn and the thought heated your belly. Sleeping next to Tom? In your bed? So incredibly close? Your bed was quite small, since it was just you, so it would be a tight fit. “I don’t know Tom, it’s a very small bed.” He nodded at your words and lowered to the ground, at least the floor was carpeted. 

You sighed, he couldn’t sleep on the ground. There was even less room on the floor and it was incredibly cold with the draft. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to share with him? “Get up.” He smiled and got off the floor waiting for you to get under the sheets so he could join you. But then he started to take off his coat, then his shoes, then his sweater. 

He looked at you hesitantly, “You mind if I take off me pants? They’re not comfortable to sleep in.” He smiled a bit sheepishly. You bit your lip softly and nodded, moving a bit more to the side so he could join you once he was left in his briefs. 

You closed your eyes to give him some privacy and a moment later you felt the mattress dip and his legs brushed yours as he climbed next to you. “You can look y’know?” You softly opened your eyes and was met with his cute smile again. “Did I wake you up?” He whispered. 

You shook your head, “No, the cold was keeping me up so you didn’t.” He nodded and made himself a bit more comfortable. “So you workin tomorrow then?” It was now you who nodded, “Yeah, too bad I won’t have slept much though.” He smiled again at your words and mumbled a sorry.

“It’s fine, cold would’ve kept me up anyway.” He seemed to think for a moment. “If you turn around, I could lie closer to you, keep us both warm.” He once again made your cheeks turn red, but agreed anyway. You turned around, now faced with your flower wallpaper as you felt him inch closer to you.

His front was now pressed to your back and it felt awfully intimate. You could smell the cigarettes he smoked on him and the delicious musk that always clung to him, a mixture of beer, cologne and sweat. Suddenly you felt the draft sweep through the room again and you shivered.

Tom didn’t fail to notice and now wrapped his arm around your waist, the sudden touch making you jolt a bit. “You okay?” He whispered, so close to your ear, his warm breath made you shudder once more. “Y-yeah, it’s warmer this way.” His warm body against yours was the best feeling you had felt in your life.

After a while he shifted again and seemed to cuddle up to you a bit. The sensation made heat pool in your belly again and you could feel yourself throbbing a bit below. The way that this man made you feel was dangerous, and something no other man could make you feel. 

Not much time had gone by when you awoke again but this time it wasn’t because of the draft. Tom shifted again, now seemingly in his sleep. Then you felt it, something hard poking your ass. You weren’t stupid, you knew he was hard. 

You had sex before, mediocre at most but you couldn’t help imagine what it would be like if Tom woke up and just fucked you right on your tiny bed. Your leg started to cramp a bit and this time you moved a bit, getting more comfortable. The movement made your ass graze his covered erection, was it a trick on your ears or did you hear a quiet moan? 

The noise made your core throb harder and so did the feeling of his cock pressing against your ass. He was probably asleep and you wanted to know if you really had this effect on him, so you grinded a bit harder against him this time, under the ruse of getting more comfortable.

“Do that again darling and you would have to do something about it.” The warm whisper against your ear made you gasp. He was awake, fuck. “Or maybe you are doing it on purpose. Maybe you want to do something about it. Hm?” His low voice made the wetness in your underwear worse and all you could do was nod.

“Say it.” You whimpered at his command. “Go on. Tell me what you want.” His hand started to caress your hip. “W-want, want you.” He chuckled. “Yeah? You want me baby? Or my cock?” His words and now tighter grip on your hip made you moan softly. “Both- P-please,  Tommy I need you.” You whined.

You could hear him groan behind you as his hand snaked down to your covered wetness. Two of his fingers carefully caressed the soaked fabric, right on your covered clit. The gentle touch was enough to set your body on fire. 

You pushed your ass against his crotch again and he grunted out a quiet fuck. Before rolling his hips against you in a rougher movement. The action made the both of you moan quietly as your mother was still sleeping in the same house. His hand then skimmed a bit higher against the edge of the fabric. 

His fingers then moved your underwear down, and he started to kiss and lick your neck, earning whimpers from you. The moment he touched your now bare clit, made you moan a bit too loud, stilling both your movements as your eyes widened in fear. But for moments nothing happened and he continued his movements, but not before warning you.

“Be quiet beautiful, don’t want your mother finding your neighbour's fingers deep in your cunt would you?” You gasped once again, words were dangerous coming out of his mouth. The effect he had on you was insane. 

He resumed, his thick fingers circling your clit. Then he also started to hump your ass again from behind. His own soft groans and moans mixed with yours. “You turn me into an animal baby, bet you could make me cum by just letting me grind against your ass.” The words spurred you on even more and you could feel yourself getting close.

The way his fingers perfectly stimulated your clit made you tremble beneath his touch. Sighs and pants left your lips as he rolled his hips against your ass in a stronger rhythm now, his fingers worked faster too, as he listened to your dizzying responses. 

Soon you were clutching his arm, holding your breath as you were so incredibly close. “Tommy- I’m so close- please-” He sucked and kissed your neck once more and sped up his fingers a bit, the way you gripped his arm was starting to hurt but he fucking loved it.

Then with a louder gasp and whine, your entire body spasmed and contracted, waves of ecstasy crashing through your body. Tom’s hand was stuck between your thighs but he wanted nothing more, the fact he did that to you made his cock twitch in his briefs. 

He had edged himself the whole time while pleasuring you, hoping he would be allowed to fuck you as well. Once you seemed to calm from your high, your body relaxed and Tom could move his hand again, but he wasn’t done. 

“Gonna let me fuck your tight cunt baby? Oh, please let me, need you so bad.” He groaned in your ear, showing you how much he needed you with a harsh pump of his hips. You breathed a yes and hiked up your nightgown yourself, tits on display for him. 

He immediately took advantage of it and massaged them with his freed hand, before tugging off his briefs, now fully naked as well. He took both of your clothes and threw them on the ground next to the bed. Then he caressed your skin again.

Kissing your shoulder and neck, and then he turned your head. Kissing your lips fiercely before stroking his cock a bit. “Do you have a condom pretty?” You nodded and gestured to your nightstand, the condoms still in there from when your ex used to visit. He quickly opened the drawer and pulled one out.

Never had you seen a man rip open and put on a condom so fast, it made you giggle a bit. He smiled at you and lovingly kissed your lips before you turned back so he could move his cock over your glistening folds. His tip caught over your hole and he gasped, “Can I?” You nodded again and he carefully slid his tip inside.

He almost fully entered you with how slick you were and the added lube on the condom. But he made sure to treat you delicately, so he slowly buried himself inside. Cursing under his breath at your warm walls hugging his cock. Once he got to the hilt, he let you get used to his size.

You breathed a please, and he got the hint to start moving. He rolled into you from behind and the small old bed started to creak a bit with his movements, somehow making the whole ordeal more intoxicating. “So fucking good baby, your tight little cunt feels so good, might get me addicted.” He grunted from behind. 

You could barely think as his cock pounded into you, mind blank as pleasure consumed you. Then you felt his fingers on your clit again, trying to sloppily match it up to his thrusts. The bed creaked louder when he drove into you harder, skin on skin slapping now also filling the room.

All attempts to be as quiet as possible flew out the window and now you just hoped you were both quiet enough. Each pound into you drew a moan from your lips, his own groans muffled by your neck he was nuzzled against. “Fuck baby, yes, yes, yes- feels so good, my little slut- fuck-” Your cunt squeezed him at his words making him groan even more.

Your cunt started to contract more and more around him, along with your breathless gasps it was a sign for him that you were close. So his fingers now found a good rhythm over your clit and along with his noises, the bed, your colliding skin and his thrusts, euphoria found you again. Your back arched against him and his hand was once again trapped in his favourite place. You twitched against him and your walls contracted around his cock tightly. 

“Yeah- yeah- baby- come for me. You gonna make me cum- you want that? You want me to fuck my cum inside you?” A moan was the only response he needed and he spilled his spend all inside the condom, moans and gasps left his lips as well, as he thrusted a couple more times inside you. 

Curses left his lips as he made sure he completely emptied himself in the condom, pretending he was filling up your pretty cunt instead. His movements stilled as he held onto you. Both of your heavy breaths filled the room, now quite hot enough. 

After a while he carefully slipped his soft cock out of you and removed the condom. Tying it up before leaving you to throw it in your trashcan. He then picked up your nightgown and underwear and gave it to you with a smirk, before pulling on his own briefs again.

He slipped back next to you and you had now turned to face him, an uncontrollable smile on your face. He pecked your lips before doing it again and again, earning a laugh from you. He wrapped his arms protectively around you and then kissed your cheek. 

And so you fell asleep in his arms and when morning came, you were late for work and had a lot of explaining to do to your mother. Who screamed as she entered your room that morning.

[doomzidle]

What is the canon route for DSaF 3?

There's been a lot of confusion on what is the canon route for DSAF 3, and for good reason. Direct Doggo says that no single route is canon, which originally didn't make any sense because the start of DSAF 3 looks like it follows DSAF 2's 'Perfect ending' (The ending where you and Peter rig Dave's suit, and springlock him, effectively turning him into Davetrap.) But, if you follow any 'Dave' route in DSAF 2, Dave never becomes Davetrap, which doesn't make any sense with Doggo's claim, because in the third game you will ALWAYS find Dave as Davetrap.

How ELSE would Dave become Davetrap? Fortunately, we've found the replacement for the perfect ending, and how Dave becomes Davetrap even when you side with Dave There's a DSAF spin-off, not many people know about, called Project: Save the Kiddins. Doggo made it as a fundraiser. It takes place after the events of DSAF 2, and before DSaF 3. It's canon. basically FNAF 1, but with DSAF characters, and you have the ability to wander around the map freely.

(look at the lil guy.) Jack has gone to work the nightshift under a false name, and it seems like he’s doing this to fix what he’s done, hence BJ’s deciphered dialogue. We also know this HAD to of followed a Dave route as well, meaning Jack had killed kids before this.

Dave's tapes.

Here's more evidence this is a former 'Dave route', he's literally alive and NOT springlocked, and just look at the way he's talking to Jack. This also takes place a few years AFTER dsaf 2. The fact Dave's not already davetrap itself tells us it that DSaF 2's 'Perfect ending' ISN'T the canon route the third game follows. (these are 2 of the nightly messages Dave leaves for the nightguard)

``Old sport! It must be you. Nobody else could just lob their ass down and survive four nights like it’s nothing at all. Old sport oh, how I’ve missed you. You came back. You Always come back. Have you come back for me, Old Sport? Have you come back for ol’ Davey? I knew it! I just knew that you really loved me! Look, I have to go, Old Sport, but, I’ll be right back tomorrow night. Okay? Stay alive, old sport. I’ll speak to you tomorrow, Sportsy.``

And the following night, Dave sill say this;

''Old sport! I can’t believe you’ve come back. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you. How much WE’VE missed you. We’re a family, Old Sport. Freddy’s is a family, I thought you had abandoned us, Old Sport. But now it’s clear to me. You can be part of us again! You don’t have no idea how lonely these last few years have been, Old Sport. My life was dead without you, but you were lost and now you are found. I’m coming back for you, Old Sport. I’m going to come back and find you, I’m going to come find you, I’m going to come find you.``

Dave's still kicking, and Jack's trying to makeup for his wrong doings.

Now, if we go to the ending of Project: Save the Kiddins, we see the only other way Dave would've become Davetrap.

The kids trick him into entering the suit, and he dies, right there and then. Bro is DEAD, GONE, DECIMATED. This is also the UTAH location, I believe. The same location you find Davetrap in while salvaging in DSaF three.

This makes Doggo's claim of no single route being canon make sense. Project: Save the Kiddins servers as a replacement for how Dave becomes Davetrap. There's also more evidence in the flipside, you can walk up to any bonnie poster to get the dialogue tree. Jack will say he's seen Bonnie without a face at three locations, Dave will ask 'three? but I only remember seeing you at two locations.'' Jack will reply 'I know, that's because I worked the night shift. You wouldn't of seen me.''

ANYWHO, have this big hunk of lore. I usually have a LOT of lore discussions in several servers, so I'll probably just post stuff I find here, too... because why not?

[itwasthereaminuteago]

¦¦ Ammunition ¦¦

Frank Castle x Female Reader

Slightly smutty fairground fun spending the afternoon on Coney Island with Frank (who's scared of certain heights).

As you near a shooting game stall Frank offers to win you a prize, but you tell him he doesn't need to. He's walking on before he realises you've already veered off and are handing the vendor a bill and accepting the rifle from him.

“Hey, what're you doin, thought you weren't interested?” He asks, coming up behind you.

“Well, I didn’t say that, but I wanted to win something for you for a change. So what’ll it be, Castle?” 

He shakes his head incredulously, chuckling at how headstrong you could be.

“C’mon, it’s the dog, isn’t it?” You ask him.

He nods. “Alright, alright. Hell yeah, ‘course I want the dog.”

“Okay, I'm gonna get that dog for you baby, just wait and see.”

He flashes you a smile and watches intently as you turn back to the targets and set your legs into a comfortable stance, raising the gun up level with your shoulder and peering through the basic sight guide, readying your aim like a pro.

He feels a little swell of pride fill him. You had taken to all of his firearms teaching well, but you proved to be a natural anyway.

You pick off the eight targets one after the other like it's nothing, the rounds hitting off the flat tin with a satisfying ‘phut-dink’. Both Frank and the stall holder are more than impressed as you place the gun back down on the counter, extending your arm to point at the cuddly dog plush sitting on the middle shelf above the beaten targets. 

“Christ. Did you see that?” Frank nods at the vendor. "That's my woman!" he proudly exclaims.

“That doggy right there please!” you say to him cheerily, and Frank accepts it with a grin and a sweet kiss when you bundle it into his hands before the two of you walk away. 

“So, you've been practising?” He probes.

“Mm, a little. You told me to.” You shrug nonchalantly. “Billy's been letting me use the range at work.”

“Oh I see. With Bill, huh?” 

“You jealous?” You tease.

He hums, swinging the stuffed dog by his side. “Only because he's gettin’ to spend more time with my woman than I am these days.”

You plant another quick kiss on his cheek. “Don’t you worry. I’ve got secret intel that you're coming off the nightshift real soon.

“Hm, is that a fact?”

“Yeah, it is.” You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and start tugging him towards the Wonder Wheel. “C'mon Frankie, I wanna go!”

Frank shakes his head, putting on the brakes. “Aw hell no. You ain't gettin’ me on that thing.”

“But it's so romantic!” You put on a pout and Frank can't help himself grinning.

“You know you look like a spoilt kid when you do that.” 

“Is it cute?”

“Yeah it's cute, but it still ain't workin’ on me.” He replies, still standing his ground as you keep on trying to drag him over to the wheel. 

“Pleeeease Frank, I promise it'll be fun.” You halt, tilting your head at him. “Wait, you're not scared of heights are you?”

Frank's expression suddenly betrays the truth and your mouth drops open in shock. 

“Are you serious? You're running around on rooftops all the time, you cannot be scared of heights!”

“That's… that’s different.” He grumbles, warily eyeing up the ride looming above you. 

“Well, you'll be fine with me. I'll hold you tight, you don’t have to worry at all.” You reassure as he grudgingly joins the line with you.

As your carriage reaches halfway up and judders to a halt while another set of passengers join donw below on the ground, Frank’s palm starts to feel clammy against your own hand. His eyes flit nervously around and so you give his hand a squeeze and turn him to look at you. 

“Hey, it’s fine. We’re just up here with the beautiful birds, having a nice time, hm?” You try to say soothingly, but Frank rolls his eyes. 

“I ain’t having a nice time…”

He tightens his grip even more as the wheel starts moving again and you climb a bit higher. 

“Shit.” he murmurs as the carriage swings gently back and forth. You place your hand on his thigh and give it a quick squeeze before changing the subject.

“So what do you wanna do after this, baby? Shall we grab some dinner? How about a Lombardi’s hm? I think you deserve it.”

Frank can’t think about food right now. He’s already regretting the burger and fresh doughnuts you had earlier today as his stomach roils at the fight or flight status currently warring over his body.

You decide to try a different tactic.

“Frankie, just close your eyes for a second. Please. Just trust me.” you say, smoothing your hand along his jaw getting him to look at you instead of down at the tiny people below.

“Just kiss me.” 

You press your lips softly against his at first, cupping the back of his head and pulling the hand that’s entwined with your own around your waist encouraging him to hold you there instead. You try a few light, easy smooches before you switch to licking along the seam of his lips and coaxing him to forget where he is and focus on you alone. As he closes his eyes you kiss him deeper, giving him a little moan as a reward as you feel him start to relax just a little, scritching your nails at the short, shaved hair at the nape of his neck and sliding your free hand further along his thick, denim-clad thigh. He’s getting into it now, running his tongue against your own, his hands roaming more freely over your body, feeling over your curves and cupping your ass and moaning himself as he pulls you closer to him. 

You can still feel the wheel going around but you keep him enraptured with your mouth and hands so that he won’t dwell on his fear until it’s all over. 

You playfully nip at his lower lip and he curses out a husky ‘fuck, you’re so fuckin’ sexy’ before he’s on you again, kissing you into breathlessness You can feel yourself getting wet as your fingers raise up over the firm outline of his arousal straining against his dark jeans as he grinds into your touch.

“You want me, huh?” you breathe against his ear, humming with a sense of satisfaction at your distraction as you feel his fingers sneaking up under your shirt against your bare skin.

“Yeah I want you...” he rasps out as his lips trail like fire along the soft column of your neck, his other hand reaching to pop open the button of your pants.

“Oh shit- Frank, Frank…” you gasp, gently stopping and easing him off you as you realise the wheel is coming to a stop at the disembarking platform. He looks at you, and then at his surroundings, pupils as black as the coffee he drinks with a slight pink blush to his face.

The large stuffed dog stays held in front of him as you both stand and climb down the small staircase back to earth again.

“Don’t you dare tell Russo about this.” he says as you walk towards the subway station

“That we made out and almost fucked on the Wonder Wheel, or that you were scared to go on it?”

“The heights thing.” Frank growls.

“I can’t believe he doesn’t know that about you!” 

“He does, but I ain’t giving him any fresh ammunition.”

“But I cured you, didn’t I?” you grin, grasping for the dog he’s using to cover up his crotch. He snatches it back and slaps you on the ass in response. You just laugh. “Yeah, I think I did.”

“We’re goin’ home. Now. Before you try and get me on any more dumb rides.”

“But what about dinner?!” you protest, although you’re only kidding as if you’re bothered. You couldn’t wait to get him home after the ferris wheel shenanigans for a different kind of ride... 

“Lombardi’s deliver, sweetheart.”

“Oh yeah,” you grin back at him, “so they do.”

[idrawfunkythings]

DCAtober Day 11: Naptime

Words 1,000ish Summary: Naptime is a welcome break from the chaos of minding children. Moon seems to agree

This one is a lot more romance-y than my usual works! Ignore how it's late

Naptime was always something you looked forward to. A time when Sun got a break, and Moon wrangled the kids until they were passed out in sleeping bags. When they were asleep, you got to spend time doing whatever you wanted (or what Moon wanted, if he was in an annoying mood, which was always).

It was also the only time you got to spend with Moon. Your nightshifts were few and far between, and management was strict about clocking out on time, which meant when the lights turned off at the end of the day, you had to be gone. You adored Sun and his endless energy, but Moon was a welcome reprieve from that overwhelm.

Right now, you were shuffling kids to the padded mats, grabbing stuffed toys from the basket they were checked into at the start of each day for the kids to snuggle with. Meanwhile, Moon was looking after the youngest kids, humming lullabies to them as they settled.

It doesn’t take a lot of convincing for the kids to doze off. The most you have to do is hold Summer’s hand and play the Fazbear approved naptime music to get everyone calmed down. The music was infinitely better than the horrible music Sun insisted you play at the start of each day, thank god. Soft violins and piano keys fill the daycare, and the kids start to roll over and close their eyes.

To your right, Moon is rocking a baby in a small crib, humming along with the music. His eyes are dimmed, a gentle shade of red as he monitors each child. You start to zone out, letting the music guide your thoughts.

Usually, you’d start packing up the worst messes while the kids slept, or set up for the next activity. Today, however, you want nothing more than to lie down and have your own nap. Your eyelids feel heavy.

A hand taps your shoulder, and you jump, gaze shooting to Summer. Luckily, your hand is resting next to her, having fallen out of her grip at some point. You look up to see Moon grinning, bent down as he watches over you.

“Jeez, Moon.” You whisper, rubbing your eyes. He tilts his head, the end of his hat slipping down over his shoulder. “What do you need?”

“You’re tired,” he says, his voice barely loud enough for you to hear. “You should sleep.”

“I’m fine,” you say, quietly standing from your spot next to Summer and heading for the security desk to check the schedule and maybe scroll on your phone for the next hour. Moon intercepts you halfway through, blocking your intended destination.

“Naptime,” Moon says bluntly. You roll your eyes.

“Moon, I am not having a nap. Besides, if I sleep now I won’t go to bed on time tonight.”

He seems to be thinking over that information, mouth frozen for a moment. The music in the daycare is still playing quietly, now a slow melody. You go to shuffle past Moon, when he grabs your hand and spins you around, before letting go and bowing, a hand extended to you.

“Moon-”

“Dance.” His hand hovers in front of you, waiting.

You blink. “Dance?”

“Dance.”

Moon’s red eyes peer at you, illuminating you with a faint glow. “What if we wake the kids?”

“They’re asleep.” The only light in the daycare is the nightlight stars that are on the walls, casting a blue sheen over the whole room. It looks cosy. It looks inviting.

You take his hand, and he responds with the grace of a practiced dancer. He places his other hand on your waist, and you absolutely hope he’s missed the way your cheeks have warmed. You desperately think back to your highschool dance classes, moving your feet the way you remember and letting Moon guide you around the room.

He sways with you, before pulling you close and waltzing. The bells on his wrists jingle faintly, mixing in with the music and making a beautiful tune. You both step back, before meeting again in the middle, hands joined the whole time. Moon turns gently, reaching his other hand around to meet you as he returns to face you.

You step back, doing box steps, the only dance that you can remember as your brain travels a million miles a minute. He doesn’t seem to mind your clumsy movements, following as you step to the left, a smile dancing on his lips. The music slows even more, with a few other string instruments joining the song.

Despite his height advantage, Moon places his hand on your back and twirls you, once, twice, before bending low and pulling you into a dip. You almost gape at how smoothly he pulled that off, but withhold your amazement and instead choke out “nice moves. I bet you do this with all the staff here”.

Moon’s eyes twinkle in the faint light, and he hums before whispering “only for the ones we like”. You lock eyes, suddenly keenly aware of how close you are. Moon tilts his head, the bell on the end of his hat bouncing, making a metallic ring.

A child wails.

Something shatters in the air, as Moon straightens you up as he scans for the crying child. He leaves you by the doors as he finds the culprit, Willow, and hushes her softly, sitting hunched over so she can tell to him what she’s so upset about. He nods understandingly and holds her hands, whispering to her as she tearfully clutches her teddy bear.

You leave them to it, walking in a daze to the security desk and slipping into the chair. You watch as Moon tucks her back into bed and dries her tears, promising to stay with her until she sleeps.

You busy yourself with your phone. You’re gonna spend the rest of naptime googling assorted dancing techniques.

[thiriann]

Ink - Chapter 1

You can also find me on AO3

A short smutty oneshot

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2.1k

Pairing: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character

Warnings: Named Tav , Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Canon Divergence,Eventual Smut,Lawyer Astarion ,Astarion Being Astarion, Flirting, Getting to Know Each Other, Smut in later Chapters

A prequel to my Eggplant Emoji adult mini comic

Summary:

She nods, her eyes skimming over the lists. "Oh, I'm sorry, could you have this translated? I'm afraid my Elvish isn't quite there yet."

“Elvish? That's all plain common.” he replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“All of it?” she repeats, incredulous.

Thiriann suppresses a sigh. She'll be in for a long night.

"Alright. And for which date do you want them delivered?”

"Oh,delivery won't be necessary. I'll have them tonight."

Thiriann's eyes widen. "Tonight?" she echoes, disbelief coloring her voice. The sheer volume of the order, coupled with the strange, almost archaic language, is overwhelming. And on top of that, the list is handwritten.

She tries to read a few of the items but can't make heads or tails of it, his handwriting, while graceful as all elven handwriting seems to be, is also nearly impossible to decipher. There's no doubt this man has a history in medicine.

Leaning on the mostly empty kitchen counter, Thiriann mixes her instant coffee with practiced boredom as Shadowheart regales her with yet another story about her three dogs. Or is it her cats that she is talking about this time?

"...and then he slapped him across the face only to pretend he never saw anything. Can you imagine?" Shadowheart laughs lost in her tale.

Thiriann offers a tired smile. "Adorable." Taking a sip, she frowns at the bitterness of the coffee and vows to bring her own tomorrow.

Her colleague Lae’zel has just gone into maternity leave and like an idiot Thiriann volunteered to cover her night shifts with the idea the pay would be higher and she'd have most of her days free. But the adjustment is unexpectedly hard, leaving her spending those said days mostly napping on the couch. Why would an office supplies company even have a nightshift is beyond her.

The long, dark nights were starting to wear on her, and the eerie quiet of the office was beginning to feel oppressive.  As she glances at the clock, she realizes she has a few more hours to endure.

“Isn’t it, though? I just wish they got along better.”

Shadowheart continues, energetic as ever, oblivious to the fact Thiriann missed a good 70% of their conversation. It is a pure mystery and somewhat infuriating how she can remain this upbeat during their dreadful graveyard shifts.

Thiriann sighs enviously when a sudden flash of white interrupts her thoughts. She blinks, her heart pounding as a figure, ethereal and almost otherworldly, emerges from the shadows.

The thought that she's finally lost it and is hallucinating crosses her mind when the figure, a man of striking beauty and piercing red eyes, approaches her desk. 

Clad in a gray suit, slightly bigger and longer than it should be, he moves with the grace and elegance befitting of a model or maybe an actor. His white hair is styled into delicate curls that shine as brightly as the sun under the neon light.

Thiriann is still very much transfixed when his voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the silence. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

Her breath catches in her throat at the melodic sound. She barely notices as Shadowheart groans "Not him again."

Thiriann's gaze shifts to her colleague having momentarily forgotten she is next to her.  "Who is he?" she whispers.

 "Mr. Ancunin," Shadowheart replies, a hint of amusement in her voice. "A lawyer who works primarily with Lae'zel. Guess he's your problem now."

 She gives her a sadistic little smirk before walking away to her own desk.

As Thiriann turns back to the enigmatic stranger, a strange mix of curiosity and trepidation fills her.

 At a first glance he seems a little lost and timid, looking around nervously, trying to see if anyone was coming. She could understand that; working with Lae'zel would certainly do that to a person.

"I need some help," he says, his voice a low murmur.  A strange pull draws Thiriann closer, an inexplicable urge to assist him.

"Good evening. How may I help you?" she replies, her voice steady.

To her surprise, the look of helplessness vanishes, replaced by a cool, almost arrogant expression as he sees her.  He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, instead there is tension behind them as if bracing himself for something not particularly pleasant.

"Ah, I was so hoping for a friendly face. I usually work with Lae'zel. Could you fetch her for me?"

A surge of irritation rises within her at being treated like a secretary but she suppresses it and instead flashes one of her own smiles reserved for the worst of clients.

"Yes, well, she's out on maternity leave but I'm here to assist you with anything you need."

He raises an eyebrow, his lips curving into a suggestive smirk. "Anything? Don't make promises you can't keep, darling."

The bold flirtation catches her off-guard but before she can respond, he continues, his tone shifting to a more businesslike manner. "Very well, this is my order."

 And just like that as if a switch has been flipped and the flirtatious persona falls away.

He hands her two sheets of paper filled with intricate script.

"The ones marked with a specific color I want only in that color. If you don't have them, don't suggest alternatives. I'll just wait until they're in stock."

She nods, her eyes skimming over the lists. "Oh, I'm sorry, could you have this translated? I'm afraid my Elvish isn't quite there yet."

“Elvish? That's plain common.” he replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“All of it?” she asks, incredulous.

Thiriann suppresses a sigh. She'll be in for a long night.

"Alright. And for which date do you want them delivered?”

"Oh, delivery won't be necessary. I'll have them tonight."

Thiriann's eyes widen. "Tonight?" she echoes, disbelief coloring her voice. The sheer volume of the order, coupled with the strange, almost archaic language, is overwhelming. And on top of that, the list is handwritten.

She tries to read a few of the items but can't make heads or tails of it, his handwriting, while graceful as all elven handwriting seems to be, is also nearly impossible to decipher. There's no doubt this man has a history in medicine.

Luckily, she has a set of prepared excuses for these situations.

"We don't normally take handwritten orders." This is technically true and mostly still followed.

"You don't? Lae'zel never mentioned anything about that," he says, his tone both casual and amused.

Thiriann doubts that very much considering how much of a stickler for rules Lae’zel is. But then again,  she can read Tir'su, maybe she could even handle his lists.

"Very well." Thiriann sighs resigned before standing up. "In order not to get the wrong items, please accompany me to the warehouse while I collect them."

"I thought outsiders weren't permitted there.” He says before shutting his mouth quickly.

Thiriann raises an eyebrow, curious how he knew about that.

“They aren't normally but I can make an exception.”

Now that gets his attention. A smile spreads on his face quick as a flash.

“Oh, you're such a sweetheart. Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. Very well, lead on." He perks up, almost as if allowed to view a forbidden treasury.

An awkward silence descends between them as they walk through the dimly lit corridor, broken only by the soft scuff of their footsteps, making the normally short distance seem endless. He is near silent as he walks behind her and a strange sense of unease washes over her, making her feel slightly on edge.

As they begin to search for the items, it quickly becomes clear that this is going to be a bigger challenge than she anticipated.  The man's demands are specific and his patience is thin. Every time she misreads a word or misinterprets a symbol, he sighs in frustration.

“So, you want the… pink pens by Nautiloid Inks?”

“Purple, darling. What use would I have for pink pens?”

She isn’t sure what use he’ll have of purple ones either but goes to look for them all the same.

“Alright, next is a book called “The art of infernal negotiations” by…” she pauses completely at a loss. By the gods is that even a word? Even the individual letters are unreadable.

“K'ha'ssji'trach'ash. The blighter is called K'ha'ssji'trach'ash.” he snaps annoyed.

“Right. I’ll go get it.”

At about the fifth item he sighs and stares at the cart.

“Wait, that's all we've got so far? Oh, it's going to take hours to collect them all.” He complains in a high-pitched whine and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling.

Now he is getting it. At least she won’t be alone in her misery.

“If you’ve changed your mind, I’m more than happy to write up your order to get delivered to your office.”

“No, this will do… I suppose. Some of the items I’ll need for tomorrow.”

"You know," she suggests, "it might be faster if you dictate the list. I can look for the items while you do that."

He considers her suggestion for a moment, before he shrugs. "That might work”.

As they work together, a strange camaraderie begins to form. They settle into an easy sort of rhythm, one following the other, and the initial tension between them starts to dissipate, replaced by a sense of shared purpose.

"Well, this is everything then," he says, surveying the cart full of items.

"Really? That was rather fast. We make a rather excellent team," Thiriann replies, a small smile playing on her lips.

"And it's only taken half an hour of overtime," she adds, a hint of amusement in her voice."Let's return upstairs, and I'll write you the invoice quickly.”

"You know, I don't think I've seen you here before," he remarks as they walk, his eyes lingering a moment too long. "I would have undoubtedly remembered such a beautiful face. Are you a new hire?"

 She rolls her eyes playfully . "I've worked here for four years, actually. Just new to the night shift."

"Oh? And how has that been going for you? Have you found your true calling as a nocturnal creature?" he asks, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Not at all. I have no idea how people do it," she admits, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"Ah, a night owl in the making then. The secret is simple, my dear : embrace the darkness, in time it will become as much part of you as the sun.” he pauses for a moment “That and copious amounts of caffeine.”

“Is that what worked for you? You seem…happy with this lifestyle.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I was a mess at first. But it does get easier.” He says with a surprisingly gentle and earnest look.

Maybe it is the exhaustion or sleep deprivation but the reassuring words of this stranger actually manage to bring her comfort.

“Thank you. I think I needed to hear that.” She says with a smile and Astarion can’t help but find it rather captivating.

After a few more minutes, they are back in the office and Thiriann quickly writes up the invoice before handing it to him.

"There you go, Mr. Ancunin. Pleasure working with you," she says and finds she actually means it to an extend.

 "Please, darling, just Astarion, now that we've acquainted ourselves," he corrects, a smirk playing on his lips.

Astarion she thinks, even his name is enchanting.

Suddenly, he thrust his phone into her hand.

"What is this for?" she asks, confused.

"For your number, darling. Obviously. I need to be able to reach you if I have an order, don't I?" he replies almost mockingly.

"Oh, you can just ring up the office number on the website. I'm sure someone will—" she begins before he interrupts her.

"But you are my personal provider, aren't you? What if whoever is on shift is not equipped to handle my very specific needs?" his tone is innocent but the look on his face is anything but.

He is making a bit of a stretch, but she has indeed exchange phone numbers with almost all of her clients. "Yes, I suppose you have a point. Here is my number," she says, quickly dialing the digits.

He effortlessly slings the enormous supply bag over his shoulder and glances down at the new contact before a sultry grin appears on his face.

 "It was a pleasure working with you, Thiriann," he says. Her name, spoken in his smooth voice, sends a shiver down her spine and a furious blush finds a way to her cheeks.

And with that, he strolls away, his hips swaying in a rather hypnotic manner.

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Not sure if this is a thing already, but…what if Danny gets unofficially adopted by Batman, and he’s ok with that? 

It’d probably be post reveal-gone-wrong or something, but i could also see it just being Jack and Maddie taking the family on trip to Gotham for the summer. Tbh my favorite version of this is within the first full year of him being Phantom, so he’s still getting new powers and stuff every now and then, and hasn’t really gotten all this vigilante stuff down to a science yet. Either way, Danny is trying to stay under the bats’ radar, (and also avoid his friends’ jokes about being adopted by Bruce Wayne becoming reality) but, well..

Danny “what even is my luck” Fenton can’t seem to keep out of the weird shit that happens in Gotham, and doesn’t realize that slipping out of the rogue’s traps isn’t something normal enough to be unnoticed by the bats. Maybe it’s the aftermath of a Scarecrow fight, and Danny stayed intangible for as long as he could, probably occasionally dropping it every now and then because he’s not really thinking, and it takes effort to be intangible like that. Either way, Batman eventually comes upon him while distributing the antivenom or whatever for the fear gas, and comes across this meta child who’s kinda aware, but seems to keep density shifting and makes it impossible to give the cure to, in the way that someone who’s afraid of needles might squirm when they’re getting a shot. 

So he just sort of sits there and holds out his arm, and eventually the kid catches on. He grabs on and grips as hard as he can. Batman, slowly, broadcasting his movements, takes his other hand, and puts it to his own chest. He breathes in, holds, and breathes out. In, hold, out. It only takes the kid a minute or two of the kid copying his breathing to calm down enough to thank him, likely due to a boosted metabolism or some other mechanism for his body to deal with toxins. It took another second for the kid to visibly realize that Batman saw him go intangible, and quickly rush out “please don’t tell anyone Mr. Batman”s and “I know there’s a no-meta rule in Gotham, but I’m not staying here full-time.”

Batman just silently nods.

Much to both of their dismay, this keeps happening.  Poison Ivy attacks? Danny is there, getting people unstuck from vines or sap or whatever she used to trap them because he can’t not help when he’s right there.  Mad Hatter is mind-controlling people? Overshadow him into disabling it, or just fuck with the electronics invisibly.

Riddler is on the attack? Just wiggle in your ropes while his henchmen are setting things up, so as to make it look like you’re really skilled at escaping instead of becoming intangible. Might as well “untie” your fellow hostages, knock out a few henchmen while you’re at it.

These things keep happening, and Danny is actually feeling refreshed. He’s not doing most of the work here, the bats are. He’s just helping out on the side, is all. He’s not waking up at night to fight someone all the time, the bats already have nightshift covered to hell and back. And while constantly coming across Batman isn’t exactly ideal, the man hasn’t tried to drive him out of the city, which is probably as close to a “you can stay” as he’ll ever get, considering that the man hasn’t said so much as a word to him.

Danny’s also pretty sure that the man wouldn’t give him food every time they encounter each other if he wasn’t ok with him. And holy shit, isn’t that something? Edible food that isn’t fudge from an adult with no obligation to him.

Meanwhile, on Bruce’s side, this random meta kid just keeps on showing up at nearly every other rogue attack. Sure it’s been a slow week, but this is ridiculous. He also needs to restock on nutrient bars. They’re don’t taste the best, but between Red Robin forgetting to eat before he hits the rooftops, and the rampant child hunger in many of the poorer areas (he needs to look into his funds for school breakfast and lunch programs again, see if there’s some more wiggle room he can work with), he keeps several on him, just in case.

And if the speed the meta kid seemed to process Crane’s fear gas was any indication, he probably wasn’t eating enough for his boosted metabolism. So he kept a few more on him.

One time, he came in a bit too late, and caught the tail end of the kid bashing Condiment King in the face, -no powers, just a metal folding chair- while griping about how the man had ruined his lunch, and how now he had to eat at home and he was tired and didn’t want to fight his lunch today, because he’s had to do it for the last two days. And then (sloppily) kicking him in the ribs. Of course he had to come in to end the fight, but more than he was concerned about Condiment King, he was worried about the kid. Fighting took energy that the kid was having a hard time replacing as it was, and what’s worse is that the kid’s parents seem to make him hunt his own food. And there aren’t many animals in Gotham other than stray cats, raccoons, and rats. Danny, naturally, is surprised when, instead of being scolded for fighting a rogue on his turf, Batman gives him a handful of those not-granola bars, and two hundred dollars cash. He also wasn’t expecting Batman’s first words to him to be “Go to the corner of Pacific Circle and Evergreen boulevard, they have more nutrient bars for metas there,” but he’ll take what he can get.

And the pat on the head was nice. It was soft, and he saw it coming, and it didn’t knock the wind out of his lungs like his dad’s hugs and back-slaps did. It was nice, and no, Jazz, he was not forming a parasocial relationship with Batman of all people. He was just someone who gave him food and cash, that’s it. It still felt really nice for someone to care about what he needed to eat, though.

He does go to the specified store and get a bunch of different nutrient bars, and makes sure to store them where they won’t come to life. It helps more than he thought it would.

As is her duty, Babs teases the hell out of Bruce for being soft on this one random black-haired, blue-eyed meta kid. You gave him a head pat. A head pat, Bruce. Try not to break out the bat-adoption papers.