#...Man I feel like I usually have so much more to say here

[fawnhart]

what makes us girls ! ˚ ᡣ𐭩. 𖥔 ๋࣭

pairings. drew x bambi!reader

warnings. angst, bambi being a crybaby, Drew being an a-hole, (not edited)

authors note. Made this cause I wanted y’all to know that the beginning stages of bambi and Drew’s relationship were fucked up

The sound of deep bass echoed from the back of the room, a steady thrum that vibrated through the soles of her feet, but the air around bambi felt heavier than the music. Her heart was thumping in her chest, an anxious drumbeat to match the flashing lights and clinking glasses. The after-party for Loewe was in full swing, the loft space tucked somewhere above the usual chaos of New York's West Side. There were faces she didn’t recognize—smiling, laughing, effortless in their beautyy—but she stayed at the edges, as usual, silent and still.

bambi still wasn’t used to this. She still wasn’t used to the velvet ropes or the high-fashion atmosphere. She still wasn’t used to being in the same room as celebrities, to feeling like the room itself might swallow her whole if she let it. But she told herself she was here to forget. Forget the week, forget the ache. Forget how much she wished the man from her last date hadn’t left her standing there, trying to understand why he’d chosen his “friend” over her.

It wasn’t like she’d ever voiced it. It wasn’t like she would have. But the feeling of being so easily discarded?

That sat heavy with her now, sharper than the yellowish neon lights that lit up the space.

Bambi took another sip of her drink—something bubbly that tasted like nothing—and everything at the same time. her eyes darted around, searching for something, anything, to distract her. That was when she saw him.

Tall. Blonde. Older..WAY older.

The kind of guy you’d expect to look like a magazine ad come to life. Drew was leaning against the bar, laughing, the low sound of it catching her off guard. His eyes were blue, the color of the summer sky on a good day. His shirt was perfectly undone at the collar, and his hair, tousled but somehow intentional, made him look even more unattainable. There was a small hoop earring in one ear, the kind of detail that shouldn’t matter but to her it did.

And standing next to drew was his friend.

Bambis chest tightened as she watched the girl, her fingers trembling around her glass. Her loose curly hair falling messily over her forehead. They were talking, laughing like it was the easiest thing in the world, while bambi was just... standing there.

it wasn’t new news to her—the friend. she had worked with drew for about a year, but only recently had she started seeing him in a different light. She wanted him, and she felt dumb to believe that he would too.

Her throat burned.

She didn’t even notice when Alexa and Taylor stepped closer, their protective stares following the line of her gaze. They were older, the kind of girlfriends who’d always had her back, always known when something was wrong, even when bambi didn’t say a word.

“What’s wrong?” Alexa’s voice was soft but sharp with concern. She’d known bambi long enough to read her like a damn book.

She couldn’t find the words. Instead, her gaze stayed locked on the her. the moment that replayed in her mind like a never-ending loop.

‎ 𐦍

The date had started out fine, better than fine even. The city had been alive with possibilities, the kind of night that had the potential to turn into something great. They’d met at that little Greek restaurant on Bleecker, and bambi had tried not to overthink it. They talked about the usual stuff: work, music, movies. Drew made her laugh with his laid back jokes, and she’d felt something, that spark. For once, she wasn’t pretending to be someone else.

But as the night wore on, something shifted. His phone kept buzzing—just a quick glance at the screen, but it was enough. There was a look in his eyes, the kind of shift you couldn’t ignore. And then he’d stood up abruptly.

“‘m sorry baby, I gotta go” he’d said, his voice apologetic but not sincere, “A friend’s in town and I promised I’d meet up with her, you don’t mind, do you?.”

She’d nodded, her stomach sinking even as she smiled. “of course not, go ahead,” she said, not wanting to seem needy, not wanting to seem like she was the one who “needed” anything.

But she hadn’t seen him since. Not a text. Not a call. Nothing.

The walk back to her townhome had been a blur. She didn’t remember much of the city streets, just the cold biting at her skin, “stupid mini dress” she thought. the steady rhythm of her kitten heels clicking against the pavement, and the silence that wrapped around her. It wasn’t until she reached her door that the tears came. Silent and sharp, like something breaking inside.

‎ 𐦍

Bambi blinked, the edges of her vision starting to blur as the tears she hadn’t been able to shed in front of him finally threatened to break free. Her breath caught in her throat. Alexa’s arm looped around her shoulders, the familiar weight of it grounding her.

“You okay?” Taylor asked, her voice a little softer than usual as she pushed back a singular lock behind her ear

bambi nodded, though she wasn’t sure why. She wasn’t okay. She wasn’t okay at all. She couldn’t shake the feeling that drew had left her behind, that she was just... another girl in a long line of them.

But Alexa and Taylor weren’t having any of it. They exchanged a look, their unspoken language clear. Taylor nodded toward the door. “We’re leaving,” she said, her voice soft, but laced with disgust. “We’re not sticking around for this—their bullshit.”

And with that, they all started moving toward the exit. No more distractions, no more pretending everything was fine. The cold air of the night hit her like a shock, but it was a welcome one. They didn’t even wait for an Uber—just flagged a cab, the city lights streaking past them like a blur as they made their way to a late-night burger joint in the Village.

Bambi didn’t say much in the car, but the warmth of Alexa’s hand on hers, the sound of Taylor making some off-hand joke about a studio ghibli movie, made the ache feel a little more manageable. When they finally got home, the apartment was quiet, safe, warm and cozy. The three of them settled onto the couch with their burgers, wrapped in blankets. The sound of “Sex and the City” played softly in the background, the familiar banter of Carrie and the girls filling the space around them.

It wasn’t perfect. Nothing ever was. But as bambi leaned back into the couch, her friends beside her, she realized that she didn’t need drew to fix her. Not when she had people who loved her exactly as she was. She wasn’t invisible. Not to them.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

© 𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[sulumuns-dootah]

hear me out(possible fic idea but also just something I need to get off my mind…) female reader on their period with the sorest breasts know to man, but thankfully we have big handed demon to the rescue for a nice lil massage 🙂‍↕️(Beleth and Mammon were the first two that came to mind, same with Morax, his hands looked HUGE in that Lucifer card.)

WHB demons w/ fem!reader who has sore breasts

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

A/N: Decided to add some more boys and put it into HC format bc i rarely get to do those for the nobles ^^

Characters: Amy, Mammon, Glaysalabolas, Beleth, Ronove, Morax, Marbas

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Amy, being the good boy he is, will gladly do anything for you to make you feel better

Just give him the word and he'll be eagerly all over your chest

Silently hopes that you also get cramps bc it's a known fact that orgasms help relieve those

The thought of you forcing him to eat you out is enough to make his horn-fluid start dripping from the tips of his horns

Maybe if the massage doesn't help, he could try sucking on your tits instead?

       ༺☆༻

Mammon on the other hand...

No funny or alterior motives here

You ask for a massage and he hapily delivers

But if you also need a massage somewhere else, make sure to let him know ;)

Henestly, he's the top pick to go to

His hands are perfect for this

He's a gentle giant through and through which translates amazingly into his touches

       ༺☆༻

When you ask Glasya to massage your breasts, he'll have to think about it, btu say yes in the end

But under one condition:

You lay as still as possible... or he can give you his special kiss (H-scene reference)

But knowing him, there's no guarantee he'll keep his word

Though, I do feel like once he's done with you, your painful boobs will be the last of your concern

       ༺☆༻

Ooh just sitting in Beleth's lap while his free hand takes turns on each of your tits while the other one is busy with bringing the cigarette to his lips

And if you're smoker too, occasionally he'll let you take a drag too while you're bouncing on his lap

What? Don't look at him like that! You really thought he'd do it for free?

       ༺☆༻

Asking Ronove is potentially even more riskier than asking Glasyalabolas, but(!) this man definitelly knows what he's doing with his hands

And there's something about seeing the hands that usually rip angels apart making you feel good instead

I can imagine him whispering sweet praises or filthy remarks as he does so

       ༺☆༻

Morax is actually a little bit shy when you ask him, but he's obviously down for the job

Making others feel better is his main job description afterall

He'll even offer to take on your pain so you don't suffer that much

I think Morax is the only demon to actually make the pain fully go away

       ༺☆༻

Somewhere between Ronove and Morax

The risk of asking Marbas is great, given his constant urges, but the payout is even greater

He may not get rid of the pain fully, but instead he'll turn it into a pleasurable pain

And yes, it is really ahard for him to restrain himself from just turning you into his fleshlight

Especially when you start letting out the sweetest moans of relief

[jsmainblog]

not alone - spencer reid જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩

requests are always open <3

spencer reid x lonely!reader

summary: reader is a university student and hits up bars as a product of feeling isolated/blown off from their friends. but this time they meet a very peculiar person who they spend the night with

a/n: okay don't judge this i'm not the best at writing smut this could be really bad

warnings: 18+, oral (f receiving), p in the v, not overly graphic but its still there yk

❤️‍🔥smut

Here you were again stumbling into another bar. It now seemed like a weekly occurence, which seemed a little sad. I mean if you told someone you end up in a bar at least once a week they'd think you'd have some serious drinking issues, or you were depressed, or both. These vists to bars where mainly fuelled by your friends, they were either busy studying or with their boyfriends, sometimes even leaving days to go back home when college got a bit much. So as you seated yourself at the bar you had the usual expectation of how this night was going to go, a drink and people watching probably and sulking, yeah definitely sulking.

You see the usuals at the bar. A family man slumped over his drink morosely, groups of girlfriends getting drinks and celebrating, asshole men hitting on women, two co workers drinking and laughing. Watching these people made your heart ache a little. How you so desperately wished for a little human connection right now. Any connection would do you wouldn't care, a friend, a stranger, even idle talk with bartender. You even wouldn't mind a little bit of physical connection. Your eyes scan the bar until the landed on him. This guy who sat alone sipping on a drink thoughtfully, he looked meek almost. You could tell he was the kind of guy who'd get bossed around alot by women, especially if they give him a bit of attention. So with a hesitant push to stand up you make your way over to him.

"Hi. You mind if I sit?" you question. You see his face properly for the first time.He was young, shockingly younger than you thought with big round brown eyes and soft pink lips. Why, he's got to be around your age maybe 24? 25?.

"Uh no, no I don't mind, don't mind at all." he stutters. You can see the flustered look on his face obviously indicative that he dosen't get approached alot.

"So whats your name"

"Spencer Reid. I-uhm whats your's?"

"Y/n. So what college do you go to?" you inquire. Maybe this could be your chance to befriend someone to lean on when your friends unsurprisingly blow you off once again.

"College? No I don't go to college, I uhm work for the BAU full time at the FBI." he states. Well that shocked you a bit. This young, lanky looking guy who looked like he couldn't lift anything heavier than a chair was in the FBI? You have got to be joking.

"Don't you have to have a degree for that? And your like what? 24? 25? Degrees take a long time so I'm not understanding how that lines up. Unless your a genius or something."

"I have an iq of 187, an eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words per minute" he rambles, but he notices you shoot him a 'get to the point look'. "Yes I am a genius. And to answer your question yes you need a degree, sometimes even a PHD or a B.A."

You look at him baffled, you could've deducted he was smart from his nerd get up but this smart? Wow how were you supposed to keep up?

"Wait so how old are you?" you inquire

"24"

"Oh same" you say which brings a smile to his face. A very sweet handsome smile. Oh my god are you seriously rambling about some genius you met in a bar less then 10 minutes ago?

"So whats you degree in?" You ask

"Well i have multiple degrees. I have 3 PhD's in chemistry, math and engineering and I have two B.A's in psychology and sociology. So I'm assuming you're a uni student whats your degree in? "

"History."

"Oh yeah?" he says intrigued

"Yeah." you echo like a prayer. This Spencer guy was clearly flustering you a tad and massively impressing you.

So it was even more of a shock to the system when you are clumsily unlocking your apartment dorm with his arms wrapped around you from behind sucking on your neck. The two of you still tipsy crash your lips into one anothers as soon as the door closes. You didn't have a lot of time to think but you could tell where this was going. Now Spencer is a attractive genius you met at a bar 2 hours ago, how well is he going to go during sex? The horrifying thought of him being a virgin crosses your mind as well. You wouldn't usually take a chance on a guy like Spencer but you were lonely and now well a little needy. By the time you two are stumbling into your bedroom practically glued to each other you've accepted Spencer may not satisfy you at all. You were kind of okay with that. At least you were with someone and not sulking alone in your room which you usually do at this hour.

You sit back on the beg tugging on his tie signalling for him to come with you.

"Have you had sex before?" you breathe into his lips. He laughs softly. Why was he laughing? Was he nervous? Did he think your ridiculous for asking such a question?

"Yes I have. Why don't think I can satisfy you baby?" The term of endearment flusters you once again. 'I can't believe you are getting so nervous around a guy who probably plays crosswords in his free time' you say mentally scolding yourself.

You spend so much time talking to yourself in your head you don't even notice the lower half of you is naked and he's eating you out like a man starved eliciting little moans from you. Oh so he's good. You were a little annoyed about his awkwardness falsely led you to thinking he would suck. But you were so wrong. You can't even focus on the pleasure he's giving you because your just thinking about him. How.. No, no not perfect he is. Okay well maybe he's a little perfect. No hookup had ever treated you so gently before. His hand's cradled the backs of his thighs tracing little comforting patterns. You had to admit it gave you a little whiplash. Here he was being all gentle and soothing while his head was practically smooshed into the junction of your thighs. Your hand combs through his mousy hair tugging at the strands. No hookup had ever even bothered on foreplay ever, or was so generous. Your general conclusions about hookups is that 80% of the time it was more about them than you. But, it seems Spencer Reid was an anomaly. When you feel the familiar feeling of warmth and tingles wash over you he kisses your legs softly.

"Your being so good for me." he mumbles more to himself then you and you smile at his praise. He positions himself over you ridding himself of his clothes and the rest of yours between kisses.

"Seems like I got you all smiley huh sweetheart" he teases which earns him a nod and he chuckles leaning into give you a gentle kiss. The way he made you feel when he was inside you was like heaven on earth. Not only did he make you feel physically good, but he made you feel good about yourself. Confident, safe, perhaps even a little loved?

"Yeah that's it. Your being so good for me angel. There we go. Feels good huh? Better than you expected?" he murmurs gently. You roll your eyes at his little surge of confidence but nod a little as your hands tangle together.

"You're so beautiful" you blurt starry eyed before whining.

"Thank you, I should be saying that to you, you know but looks like you beat me to it." he laughs. Before you knew it that wave crashed over you again a little harder this time leading to you moaning his name a little louder than you would've liked. His movements sped up, he himself whining and groaning loudly before squeaking. His release leaking into the latex sheath. You were right about one thing he was a little submissive after all. He slowly guides himself out with a soft pop, discarding the now sticky latex and pulling his boxers on. You try to sit up but his hand guides you to gently lay back down.

"Stay there, let me go get something to clean you up angel. It's the least I can do for you." he whispers pressing a kiss to your cheek before wandering off to the bathroom. You lay there and sticky satisfied mess. Without Spencer you felt a little cold and empty, but he made you feel more at ease and safer then you'd ever felt before which astounded you. He comes back with a warm wet cloth wiping down your intimate areas and sweat all while murmuring sweet words of praise and compliments.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" you mumble quietly.

"Yeah if that's okay with you my apartments a little far from here. Just.. if I leave before you wake up I'm sorry but my work's pretty demanding. "

"No thats all good." you say as he pulls you to settle in his arms.

"Thank you" he whispers into your hair.

"For what?"

"For letting me see you like that." you smile at his sickenly sweet sentence. 'Is this guy real?' You think to yourself as you drifted into sleep enveloped by his arms.

The next morning your bed's empty but your not too torn up about it because Spencer warned you the night before. You sigh rubbing your face as you sit up and spot a note on your bedside table.

"Y/n I'm sorry that I had to leave I got called in on a case. I really enjoyed what we did last night and again I want to thank you. In fact, I liked it so much I wanna see you again. Maybe this time with a little more clothes on so we can get to know each other a bit better. Anyways heres my number and I hope we can get coffee or something along those lines its really your choice . But hopefully sometime soon :)" - Spencer

You smile at the note giddily. Maybe this was the start of something great?

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Eyes on the mirror - part 2.

Pairing: neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader Rating: +18, NSFW Words count: 3814 Summary: Dinner at Frankie's mom's is a disaster, she doesn't like you at all but her son doesn't fail to show you how much he likes you instead. Tags/Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, reader wears a dress and heels, she has hair but it's not described, no mention of her skin tone, she doesn't blush, she understands Spanish (but I didn't write sentences in Spanish because I don't know how to do it and I don't want to do it badly when I'm already writing in a language that is not my native), Frankie's mom is pretty conservative, traditionalist and closed-minded and she's mean towards reader, unprotected p in v (do better irl, please), sex in front of a mirror, oral (m receiving), Frankie is a good man ❤︎ and we love that for him. A/N: It's an emotional work, it's smut, but it's smut with feelings and I think I put a lot of myself into it. So I ask you to be especially delicate. This Frankie is the same guy from You look like a fun place to sit and Give me more. Thanks again @aurorawritestoescape and @arcanefox207 for your precious help and advices ❤️ I made a few changes from the first draft, English is not my first language, any mistake is still on me, so if you come across one I’m very sorry. @joelmillerisapunk just 🥹🥹🥹💖 Part 1 ⎮ Frankie Masterlist ⎮ Masterlist

Frankie's mom has the same eyes as her son, brown, big and deep, but there is a sharpness in them that does not belong to Frankie's. 

She has a simple, well-groomed appearance, wearing a white tunic dress that comes down to her knee, her hands are slightly cracked but her manicured nails are painted a pearly pink. 

She is a short, thin woman with the haughty, imperious appearance of someone who doesn’t let anyone step on her toes, a woman ready to bargain, to work hard, to take care of an entire household without anyone's help.

She's a tough lady and you're pretty sure she hates your guts.

 She addresses you rather nicely but you can tell something is wrong.

Her tone of voice sounds mocking and she's constantly whispering things to Frankie in Spanish that you don't hear well but you're pretty sure aren't anything nice.

“So what do you do, dear?” she asks you with a forced smile, sitting at the head of the table as she has arranged you and Frankie facing each other.

“I…um…work in a graphic design studio,” you mutter.

Frankie quickly adds, “She's so good at her job!” 

The way he’s trying to enhance your skills since you arrived moves you, but his mom doesn’t seem impressed.

Mrs Morales is intimidating, staring at you like she’s trying to catch every single flaw you have.

You can't even use your usual sarcasm because she would surely think you were insolent and certainly not right for his son.

“Have you done anything that I might have seen? Any national commercials?” she prods.

“Um, I don't think so, we're a pretty small studio at the moment, we've mostly worked on graphics for local stores and websites for professionals here, you know.” 

“Oh.” She raises her eyebrow. ”I see.”

Trying to compliment her, you say the food is delicious, the best you've ever eaten, and she reserves a cold “thank you”

Then she presses you again, “Can you cook?”

You lower your gaze to your plate and admit, “no, actually, I'm not very good at cooking.” 

“What do you usually eat?” she asks suspiciously. 

"Um...well...I can cook pasta and eggs..." you try to say and she looks at you in shock as if you just said donkeys can fly.

“Mom, please” Frankie tries to calm her down and she hisses at him “she will starve you!”

He hisses in turn “I am not perished! And she’s adorable, she’s smart, kind, funny and beautiful”

You feel Frankie's sorry look comforting you from across the table, he's doing what he can and you are truly grateful, but right now there’s nothing that can make you feel happy to be here.

You don't want to fight with her because you love Frankie and you know he loves his mother, you don't want to lose him because of scowling at her.

You see her giggling and shaking her head and you feel like crying but you don't, you don't want her to add ‘pathetic’ as one of your flaws.

She turns to Frankie and says something like, “How can you be with someone like that?” in Spanish. 

Frankie leans over the table and reprimands her, “Mom, stop it.”

She responds irritated in Spanish, “why? She is no good at cooking, and that job? Tsk, you don't want to marry her, do you?”

Frankie rolls his eyes and hisses, “Mom!”

You understand Spanish just fine but all this whispering is putting a strain on you, you just want her to see how much you care about Frankie and for her to like something about you. 

Even the dress didn't have the effect you had hoped for, she looked down on you even though her son had chosen it.

You brought her flowers and a cake to be nice and she huffed about the flowers because she would have to find a suitable vase to put them in and as for the cake, you bought it, so obviously it’s another proof of your failures in the culinary field.

She waves her hand at Frankie to shush him and turns back to you.

“Do you want anything else, sweetheart?” nodding at the serving dishes in the center of the table with another fake smile. 

Your stomach churns and you respond politely that you are full.

She turns back to Frankie, squinting her eyes, "she won't even eat! how is she going to give me grandchildren?!”

You look at your hands resting on your lap, feeling lousy and tired. 

Frankie must see this clearly because he finally blurts out, “Mom, if you don't stop now, we're leaving! She has done nothing wrong to you to be treated like this”

Mrs. Morales brings a hand to her chest, a shocked grimace is painted on her face. 

 “How dare you address your mother like that! I'm just trying to protect you, she's clearly not good for you!” She no longer even bothers to say it whispering in Spanish so that you wouldn't understand, in fact you think she said it loud and in English precisely so that her disappointment would be clear to you. 

You get up while they are still busy arguing and lock yourself in the bathroom. 

You knew this evening would be a disaster, but you hoped so hard that you were wrong. 

You’re glad Frankie stood up for you but you never wanted him to fight with his mother because of you. 

You hear their angry voices in the distance as they continue to argue and you feel so guilty.

You sit on the floor on the turquoise tiles in Mrs. Morales' bathroom, thinking only about how much you want to get out of here.

After a few minutes you hear a knock on the door. 

 “Honey, open up, it's me” You get up and reluctantly open the door.

“Hey, come here” Frankie says to you as soon as he sees your eyes on to the brink of tears.

He closes the door behind him and takes you in his arms, holding you tightly. 

You hide your face in his chest, letting the soothing warmth of his body envelop you. 

He strokes your back and whispers, “I'm so sorry, you don't deserve any of this.”

“I wanted her to like me so much,” you sob. 

“I know, honey, it's not your fault. She is fixated on things I don't care about. But you don't have to worry, everything will be fine.”

You pull away from him “I don't want you to fight over me”

"She can’t treat you like that, I'm the one who wants to be with you, and I like you the way you are.”

“Yeah, but…it’s still your mum,” you murmur.

“I gave her a little speech, don’t worry, you’ll be fine now,” 

Frankie smiles, leaving a kiss on your forehead and caressing your cheek, wiping away your tears. “Don’t cry.”

“What did you say to her? You didn't threaten her not to visit again, did you?” you ask worriedly. His eyes become a little shy, he’s quiet for a moment and then whispers to you, “no, I didn't tell her that.” 

“What then?” his enigmatic expression that doesn't let anything out intrigues and agitates you. 

He looks straight into your eyes and candidly admits, "I told her that I love you." 

You've felt it in the air for some time but now that you've heard it come out of his mouth, plain and simple, you are stunned. 

“Do you mean it?” You ask in a low shaking voice, looking into his big brown eyes for evidence of his sincerity. 

"I've never been so serious, miss," he smiles at you, expectantly. 

And then you feel you can say it, no matter how scary it is for you, “I love you too.” 

It doesn't seem real to you that you have just made yourself so vulnerable in front of him, your neighbor who until a few months ago was bothering you while now you feel you have a total and deep connection with him, no matter how much you poke and bicker at each other, your heart sings every time you are with him and you feel it loud and clear in your chest as it skips a beat every time Frankie looks at you a certain way, smiling with his eyes, with those little wrinkles around them and that dimple on his cheek that you adore. 

You love the way he mumbles in the morning as soon as he wakes up, the way he stretches under the covers and then again as soon as he gets up, his golden skin under the morning light, his playfully mischievous eyes that settle on you while you're still lying down trying to wake up, the way he always leans down to give you a kiss, whispering, “Good morning, princess.”

You also love how he keeps that silly little cap glued to his head at every opportunity.

You like kissing him and feeling his lips tasting like coffee, you like the way he hugs you as if he wants to shield you with his body and protect you from the world, you like the way his eyes become attentive and receptive when they rest on you and the way he listens to you, remaining silent and caressing your hand as if to invite you to tell him anything that is on your mind. 

You love how loyal he is to his friends, how he takes care of people, you love when he tries to make you breakfast even though he leaves a mess in your kitchen as if a barbarian invasion passed through.

And you love him now, standing in his mother's bathroom, hugging you as if only you existed in the world. 

“I love you,” you repeat and he looks at your face as if he wants to study the map of how much you truly care about him on it.

His hands slide down your back to your butt and he pushes you hard against him without breaking eye contact. 

His eyes are dark, his pupils dilated, he squeezes your butt tightly and then kisses you. 

You know exactly what he wants and you whisper into his mouth as soon as you break away from the passionate, deep kiss in which he engulfed you, “Not here, come on, take me home.”

He turns to the door and locks it still holding you close. 

“Let it go, baby, it’s okay” he replies and winks at you.

Feeling so desired by him is a real relief after feeling stupid and unfitting all night.

He turns you to the large mirror above the sink, leans to your ear and whispers, “Look at yourself.”

His hands move up your back, reach for the zipper of your dress, and begin to pull it down.

You look at him and he rebukes you, “eyes on the mirror, honey. Watch yourself while I do it.”

He slides off your dress breathing on your skin while you keep your eyes fixed on the mirror. 

You remain in your bra and panties. 

He brushes against your skin, rising on your arms only with his fingertips, climbing up your shoulders, your collarbone, the point where your shoulders and your neck meet and up to the column of your neck until he reaches your jaw. He tilts your head a bit and holds your chin to make sure you’re going to watch the entire time.

He holds you so that you can lean against him, and with his other hand he reaches down to your stomach, touching the hem of your panties.

You sigh happily as he slides two fingers under the fabric and caresses your folds, slides down the sides to the bottom and pushes upward. 

You moan softly, “Frankie, please” 

“Don’t be impatient, babe” he reprimands.

He curls your panties between his fingers and starts brushing them over your folds, you whine at the sensation as he tilts your head down a little bit to make sure you’re seeing what he’s doing. However you would not be able to watch anything but his movements. Right, left, right, left Frankie's fingers expertly maneuver the fabric over your pussy.

Your inhibitions are long gone, everything is faded and far away. 

There is only you and Frankie.

He suddenly lets go of your panties and massages you over them, soaking the material in your juices. You’re so wet that it doesn’t take much for his fingers to get wet too. 

Your breath becomes shallow as his hand slithers under the fabric and he begins circling your clit.

You can already feel your legs going weak so you raise your arm and place your hand behind his neck to keep yourself more stable against him. 

“Yeah, just like that honey. You want me to make you feel real good, huh?” Frankie’s voice vibrates against your neck and you mewl a yes feeling your body mold for him. 

Your eyes are fixed on the mirror.

You see your hot and bothered face, your lips parted, your pleading eyes and your body impossibly tense against him. 

It’s all painted there, the amount of desire and hunger that you have for him, a grimace of lust and need spread out on your features. 

“Fuck me,” you babble.

“Yeah? You want my big cock inside, baby? Want me to fill you to the brim?” Frankie’s smirk is wide on his face, you see his eyes focused on you, and his commanding tone sends shivers down your spine as he doesn’t stop rubbing on your clit. 

“Yes” you breathe “please”

Your legs wobble as you try to stand on your feet while he undresses. 

His shirt falls on his mother’s bathroom tiles, he unbuckles his belt and places it on the countertop, he kicks off his boots, unbuttons his jeans and slides them down his legs, stamping on them to get them off his feet.

Through the mirror you see him standing behind you, wearing only his boxers, the muscles of his chest highlighted by the lights, his soft belly just above his boxers that makes your mouth water, the happy trail that goes to hide inside, his strong thighs and the imperious erection that grows between them.

 It's a perfect picture of everything that makes your head spin.

“On your knees, baby, I want to feel your mouth first,” he orders you. 

You immediately kneel, feeling your heart flutter in your chest, the coolness of the tiles on your shins, and his simmering gaze dominating you from above.

You caress his hips, pulling down his boxers, and taking them off, and his cock finally springs free and almost smacks your face towering before your eyes. 

You take him in your hand, feeling that familiar warmth, the softness of his skin, the pulsing of his veins, as he leaks pre cum within an inch of your lips.

As soon as it slips on your tongue you feel a new slick of arousal dripping on your panties.

You lace your gaze with his, your open mouth curved at the edges in a smirk as you let him in, you love doing this to him. 

You usually take in as much as you can while taking care of the rest with your hand but tonight you want to feel it all the way down, so you relax your throat as much as you can and keep sliding it until you feel the tip touch the bottom. 

You have a slight hint of a gag reflex that you manage to quell right away and you keep him there, nestled inside you, pulsing on your tongue as he looks at you raptly and whispers, “God, you're amazing.”

And then you begin to suck him, slowly, enjoying every moan and every involuntary twitch of his hips, cocooning him with your tongue.

You’re fully immersed in the act, intent on giving him all the lustful pleasure you can, licking his tip like a lollipop, swirling your tongue around and collecting his oozing pre cum.

And then you go down again, spreading it on his shaft, mixing it with your saliva, hollowing your cheeks to suck him as deep as you can.

Frankie is whimpering and you know how much he’s close to the edge.

Your hand caresses his base, then you move it to his balls, with every intention of getting him to finish in your mouth and swallow everything he gives you but he grabs your wrist, stopping you.

You let him out with a pop, passing the tip over your lips and smacking it against them twice, wetting them with his pleasure.

You give him a mock pout for stopping you but the truth is you can't wait to feel him split you in two. 

He smiles at you, taking your hand and helping you up, you give him a kiss with your mouth still smeared with him. 

He turns you back towards the mirror and gently orders, “bend over the sink”

He slides your panties down your legs, exposing your drenched pussy, bending down to admire it, “So fucking wet…it’s all for me, baby?”

“Just for you, always,” you turn to look at him and see him leaning behind you as he reaches down and licks your folds, a long deep lick that makes you gasp.

“So good, honey, I would never get tired of this perfect pussy.” His voice vibrates on your skin sending a thrill all over your body.  “It’s the only part of you that I like to see weep for me” 

His rough voice charged with ardor and his words send you into a frenzy.

He comes back to stand behind you and looks at you in the mirror, resting his large hands on your hips, “You are so fucking beautiful like this.”

You feel his cock rub against your folds, and you throb intensely overwhelmed by your craving, you mewl at him and he finally aligns with your entrance and starts to push in. 

You slowly stretch around him, he groans as he slides into you, every inch of his length parting your walls.

His hands still clasp your hips, holding you steady as he gives you a moment to adjust. 

You're full of him and you wouldn't want to be any other way.

Frankie holds you firmly as he sinks into you, slowly at first and then increasing the pace as your moans grow rougher and closer, his balls slamming against your ass in a feverish rush.

“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing my cock so hard.”

He pulls you toward him, his fingers reaching for your nipples, tweaking and tugging.

You can't help but look in the mirror now and what you see is the most exciting sight you've ever had before your eyes.

Your body is completely surrendered to him, your skin glistening with tiny droplets of sweat, your hair disheveled, your expression ecstatic, Frankie's hands firmly clinging to your hips as the wet, squelching sounds of his cock pounding incessantly in your cunt fill the room along with your moans and Frankie's groans.

And Frankie is literally a dream, his broad figure towering over you, his mouth roaming your neck, his hands enveloping your tits, squeezing them so right. 

He’s completely lost in you, his eyes half-closed, his tongue darting out from time to time soothing your sweaty skin. 

Now you know that you have never experienced such strong feelings in your life. 

You thought so, but you were wrong. 

It’s not the usual cliché of feeling complete with someone else, you are already a whole. 

It’s the fact of knowing that you can share with him, that you do not have to be afraid to be who you are with him. It is the fact that he knows how to understand the workings of your brain and unravel the skein that tangles it. It is the fact that you can feel that there is nothing you cannot face together. It is the fact of feeling seen, perceived for who you really are and held close for it.

It's knowing that wherever you run, Frankie will pick up the crumbs you leave on the road and bring them back to you.

And you had no idea that it could really be like this.

You always thought, it's only 4 months, don't push it when in the meantime he proceeded to tiptoe into your heart without even being noticed and sat there, waiting for both of you to be ready to say the most terrifying words out loud. 

Not "I need you" but "I'm so damn happy you're here", not "you're mine" but "I love holding your hand as I navigate my life.”

Not by owning, but by letting you do your own thing while you look at each other and think, “this is the person I love and I am proud of them.”

You're just out there being the most fragile human sometimes but you're never afraid to break down next to him.

Frankie comes, dripping onto your walls, his orgasm and whimpers shuddering against your body.

He wraps one of his big, strong arms around your hips and holds you up against him.

And you're safe, really safe, being vulnerable in front of a mirror, watching yourself come apart for him, feeling every inch of your body catching fire while Frankie is the match and the water at the same time. 

He holds you tight until you both recover normal breathing, still nestled inside you. 

He pulls out and embraces you, leaving small kisses on the soft skin near your ear, his large hands caressing your back. 

“I love you so much” he whispers once you make eye contact again.

“I love you too, Morales” you smile, tracing his cheek with your fingertips.

You both get dressed and leave the bathroom. 

You walk down the hallway leading to the living area as you wonder how much his mother heard. You cannot even quantify how long you were locked in the bathroom but it was worth every second. 

You find her in the living room, watching TV with the volume on full blast.

Frankie approaches his mother, without saying anything, rests his hand on hers while she has her eyes fixed on the telenovela you watched with your granny. 

“Do you think Javier will finally be able to confess his feelings to Lola?” you ask quietly. 

She turns, just for a moment, and finally gives you a genuine smile.

For the first time you feel that maybe, after all, despite the way you and her son just desecrated her bathroom, all is not lost. 

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[immortalmrwavell]

Wavell’s Vacation 2

(Original story posted 26th August 2022) This story has received mild edits and corrections

Read the First Part here!

Week 2

It was only after about an hour of surveillance that I came across another man that caught my eye. He was a lean guy, average height, decent bit of body hair and looked to be in his mid 20’s. But what really caught my attention were those dazzling blue eyes and not to mention the ginger hair and beard. I’ve always had a soft spot for gingers honestly, especially ones as cute and handsome as this guy. I thought it over for a while but quickly decided that this was going to be my next stop.

When I found him he’d been out jogging so I followed him around for a bit until he eventually arrived home. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as he grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen. Minutes later I watched as the man marched into the living room with a sandwich on a plate, placing it on the small table beside his chair before getting comfortable to watch some TV.

Part of me wanted to sit around and observe for longer and usually I would but I was so drawn in by that lovable face of his that I just couldn’t help myself. With Tim I dove in through his mouth so, to keep things interesting, I wanted to find a different entrance this time. I had a couple options of course but it didn’t take long to decide which would be the most fun.

Just as he was about to grab the TV remote I dived down, past his face and towards his crotch. As you can imagine the man jolted in shock and surprise when I began forcing myself into the tip of his cock. He leaped up onto his feet immediately, sticking a hand down his shorts in panic only for him to see his cock bulging slightly as an invisible force pushed its way inside. Dropping his shorts to the floor, the handsome ginger tried desperately to figure out what the hell was going on! But as I continued to force myself inside, the nerve endings in his penis were going crazy! He wanted to scream and panic but all he could do was let out animalistic groans while his now fully hard cock continued to bulge, levels of pleasure never before felt racking his body.

I’d say the only downside to this method of entering a body is how much slower it is. By the time I’d pushed about a third of myself into this young stud’s cock, I could’ve forced myself down his throat five times over. But then again maybe that isn’t much of a downside. Listening to him groan out lustfully while his entire body quivered with ecstasy was quite the treat honestly. As was feeling the shaft of his member continuing to engorge as I squeezed my form inside.

Eventually I found myself about three quarters of the way in when the man let out a deep roar, deeper than what I had expected from him. It very soon became apparent why as I felt a wave of cum ripple through my ghostly form before shooting out of his cock in large splashes. I had zero doubt in my mind that it was the biggest load this body had ever produced as it continued to drip and spurt. Of course after that his moans only increased as I still had a small piece of myself to fit inside his now even more sensitive cock.

It had to have only been a few minutes but for him it likely felt like an eternity. However the end finally drew near as the last of my ghostly body slipped into his shaft. But not before causing him to grunt and let out a few extra squirts of his man milk. After that I decided to get straight to work. Unlike Tim, I made sure to spread myself throughout this sexy fucker’s body entire body the second I was fully inside. I wasted no time taking full control.

Next thing I know I’m falling backwards onto the couch, my new sensitive as fuck dick twitching away after all that intense stimulation. My eyes fluttered shut as I suppressed the mind of the man whose body, forcing him down into the deep recesses of his own subconscious. After that I hooked myself straight up to his memories and got to work on absorbing them. From there one of the first things I learned was his name. Jake Rumble. And for the next week it would mine.

I sat there for the next ten minutes or so as my cock returned to its usual flaccid size, carefully sifting through Jake’s memory bank. I found out about his family and friends, what he does for work, what hobbies he enjoys and more. It also didn’t take long to discover that he was already gay. Good. At least hooking up with dudes shouldn’t be anything new to this body.

Once I had everything I wanted, I cleaned myself up and pulled my shorts back on before pretty much resuming where Jake left off. I grabbed the TV remote, switched it on and flicked through a couple channels until I found one I liked before grabbing my sandwich. Of course I’d put it on the sports channel. What better to watch when having a meal than a bunch of bulky men tackling each over to the ground while fighting over a ball. Though maybe that was my recent experience as Tim Tebow speaking.

Over the next few days I actually had a ton of fun living out this life. My new job was certainly something I’d never done before. I worked in an office space where my job was to design and develop ideas for games and I’ve gotta say I really enjoyed it. I’d never done anything like it before but, with Jake’s memories and skills at my disposal, it all seemed like a piece of cake. It was also a very comfortable and positive atmosphere that I found quite relaxing and enjoyable. I got on very well with Jake’s co-workers too as I settled in nicely to his ordinary life. A life I’d never had. Maybe that was my own fault though. I could have a normal life with the rest of these humans if I so desired… but that wasn’t me. Not now anyway.

Back on the topic of co-workers however, there was one in particular that really caught my eye. Well he wasn’t really a co-worker, more like my boss but he never treated any of us as such. He was fun and tried his best to keep the office energy high. Bosses like that weren’t as common as they should be. I had to admit he was pretty handsome too. Quite nerdy too like most people in the office but in an adorable way that made my heart flutter.

Looking through my memory banks I soon came to find that my new boss, who’s name was Jim, was not only gay like my current host but that he’d sort of made a pass at Jake a couple weeks back. It was during a night out with a bunch of the people here in the office. He ended up getting rather drunk and by the end of the night he was hugging Jake profusely while telling him what a good employee he was. It got to the point where someone had to take Jim home and, since the man was already clinging to him, Jake offered to do so. Thing is nobody was actually sure where his house was and he was too drunk to give trustworthy directions so Jake just ended up taking Jim back to his place. The second Jake closed the door however, Jim started planting kisses down his employee’s neck. He even started getting a bit handsy. After the initial shock Jake pushed his boss away gently. He couldn’t deny that he’d been having thoughts about Jim as well but it was his boss and he was way too drunk to be consenting for sex.

Jim woke up the next morning on Jake’s couch and apologised profusely after remembering his behaviour from the previous night. Jake was quick to forgive him and the two promised not to share any of it at work. Since then there has been some noticeable sexual tension between the two…

I could feel it even now as Jim leaned over my shoulder to see what I was working on. Placing a hand on my shoulder, feeling his hot breath on my ear, smelling the deodorant he’d put on this morning. Oh it was driving me crazy! I could feel Jake’s cock beginning to grow harder with my excitement and I made no effort to hide it. He even stumbled with his words when giving me feedback as he glanced down at my crotch to see the visible outline of my dick straining against my pants.

The rest of the day went pretty much as it normally would for Jake. I’ve gotta say though, I really got stuck into my work. I had much more fun than I’d expected, especially considering I've never worked a proper job in my life before. Unless you consider offering my body swapping services a job of course.

Soon enough however, lunch rolled around and people were beginning to set their work aside in favour of getting some food to satisfy their growling stomachs. Honestly I was starting to feel that way myself. It’s a weird feeling though honestly. Hunger that is. I forgot to mention it before but I actually don’t have to eat whatsoever in my true form. I can but it’s usually only for pleasure. When I’m possessing someone however I of course need to eat for my host's sake. In any case I decided to forgo lunch for the time being, instead saving the work on my computer before getting up and heading towards Jim’s office.

“Come in!” I heard him shout from the other end as I knocked. Upon seeing none other than his ‘favourite employee’ Jake walk in however, Jim’s calm expression turned to a blush that he didn’t do well to hide. “O-oh Jake! What’s up?”

“Ahhh not much. I just can’t stop thinking about how amazing of a boss you’ve been recently.” I hummed while strolling up to his desk. “I dunno… I just thought you deserved a bit of appreciation is all.” I moved around his desk before placing a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it while relishing in how flustered he was getting. He was speechless. This was gonna be fun.

Slowly I turned his chair to face me before dropping to my knees. I looked up at him, a smirk growing across my bearded face. He looked conflicted. Like he knew we shouldn’t be doing this but couldn’t bring himself to protest against me. That is until I started to unzip his suit pants.

“J-Jake what are you doing… I thought you said this would be too complicated… me being your boss and all” Jim asked as he stopped my hand.

I got back up and looked him in the eyes, cupping one of his bearded cheeks in my hand. “Well maybe I was wrong. Maybe it isn’t that complicated at all. I want you…” My other hand reached down and gripped his crotch again. “…and you want me. It’s that simple.” By that point Jim’s face had gone bright red.

I returned to my kneeled position before shoving my hand inside his suit pants. This time he didn’t stop me. Simply looking down while gripping the arms of his office chair. I whistled as his dick finally sprung out at me, full mast. It was bigger than I’d expected. A solid 7 inches or so with pretty decent thickness all around. Not bad. I took a moment to admire it, telling Jim how big it was before wrapping my lips around the tip. I sucked on it gently for a while before going the whole way down and taking his entire length. Jake’s mouth was better at sucking cock than I imagined.

Jim was trying his best not to moan aloud with all the other employees outside still having their lunch. He instead grunted as quietly as he could while running a hand through my short ginger hair. With that I slowly started to get more enthusiastic, bobbing my head faster and occasionally pulling off to lick around the shaft and suck on his balls before going back down on his fat member. Just as he was starting to relax and get into it though, we both heard a knock on Jim’s office door.

He told me to get up in a panic but I instead gave him a sly look before sliding under his desk out of view before whispering to Jim to call them in. I could see he was conflicted but surprisingly he did exactly that. In came another employee named Patrick. He was asking around for opinions on his most recent designs and wanted to get Jim’s input. As he did I couldn’t help but grab at Jim’s still hard and pulsing shaft, kissing the tip a little to tease it as he tried desperately to maintain his composure.

“I’m uhh… a little busy right now Pat but I ca-UGH” Jim stopped short when I squeezed his balls without warning causing the other employee to look at him confused. “I’ll have a look later Pat but… I’ve got some work to finish right now.” Jim tried to play it as cool as possible. Patrick gave him a strange look but soon left the boss’ office.

It was hilarious how Jim berated me for squeezing his balls in that moment but he couldn’t stay mad for long when looking down at the cute face I now owned. Instead he got up from his desk and locked the door before checking all the windows were closed. By the time he turned his focus back to me, I’d already stepped out from under the desk. My shoes were discarded as I slowly pulled down my pants and briefs.

Jim stopped and stared for a moment until I beckoned him over. The first thing I did was pull him into a long deep kiss as our beards collided before moving some stuff off his desk and getting him to sit on it. Once he had, I climbed onto his lap before carefully positioning my hole above his cock and lowering myself down. The two of us grunted out in unison as he slipped inside, not wanting to make too much noise. Before long I found myself sitting on my boss’ dick, bouncing up and down as we continued to make out. I have to say that Jake’s hole was perfect for taking dick. It welcomed Jim’s cock inside easily while still squeezing around it tightly. Plus the sensation of that 7 incher rocking back and forth inside me was out of this world. But then again cocks always felt amazing. I believe that was the point.

“Wow… I’ll have to take your cock and body for a spin sometime.” I blurted out as I kissed along his neck.

“Huh? What do yo-mmmfmmph.” Jim was cut off as I pressed my lips against his once again while grinding my ass against his crotch. He soon forgot about my strange comment and went back to thrusting his hips to my delight.

Soon enough we switched positions. I gently pulled off his cock and lowered myself off the desk. Once he’d done the same I presented Jake’s supple ass to him once more by bending over said desk and told him to have at it. Soon enough I found myself being eaten out as Jim pressed his face between my fuzzy cheeks and licked around my hole. It was only after he couldn’t ignore his dick any longer that he finally pulled back and started aligning his member that was still poking out through his zipper.

The moment he plunged back inside I couldn’t help but groan. As I did however, Jim slammed a hand over my mouth to muffle me so we wouldn’t be heard. But that only turned me on more. Next thing I knew I was letting out all kinds of muffled sounds of pleasure as Jim began plowing into me. His spare hand grasped my shoulder while his balls smacked into me. For such a bashful and nerdy guy, Jim had some real sexual vigour once someone pulled it out of him. Now that those primal urges had bubbled to the surface, he was giving me the pounding of my life.

I couldn’t even say how long we went on for. I was simply in a whole other world. One of pleasure and bliss. I was only brought back to reality by Jim muttering about how he was about to cum. Hearing that I began grunting out even more. So desperate for his load and when I got it I wasn’t disappointed. He let out a low roar as I felt his thick ball batter pumping into me and coating my insides. Such a hefty load. He’d for sure wanted to do that for a very long time.

The two of us basked in the afterglow for a few minutes before he offered to finish me off. I replied saying there was no need, revealing that him pounding into my prostate over and over caused me erupt all over his desk already. As one can imagine Jim was pretty smug about that while stuffing his dick back into his pants. After which I offered to help him clean up the mess I made before putting my clothes back on before going back to work.

About ten or so minutes later I found myself walking out of Jim’s office and back to Jake’s desk. I pulled a food container out of my satchel and began to eat with a smile on my face thinking about all the other ways I was going to try and seduce my new boss at work for the next week.

And that’s exactly what happened among other things. I went out with my new friends on a few evenings for drinks. I kept up with Jake’s fitness routine to keep a lean and toned physique. I even got to meet a big part of Jake’s close relatives during a huge family dinner they do once a week. But the most fun still came from work. I teased Jim around the workplace as often as I could by whispering sweet nothings in his ear when nobody was looking. Brushing my hand against his when we passed one another. Always conveniently dropping a pen when he was around and having to slowly bend down to pick it up. Oh, it was fun.

And I don’t think it even needs saying at this point but the two of us continued to have our sneaky fuck sessions in Jim’s office throughout the week. I topped him a couple times but mostly I just wanted his dick inside me. Ordinarily in my regular Wavell form I’d be more of a dominant top but this body just yearns to be fucked and I’m willing enough to oblige.

But all good things must come to an end and so did this week. I enjoyed my last day as this cute ginger stud before getting home and sitting on the couch with a sigh. And with that I began my ejection. Of course I just had to go out the same way I came in, causing Jake’s cock to bulge like before as my ghostly form slowly pushed its way out. Gradually I relieved my control over Jake as he started to go limp and unconscious. It took a few minutes but eventually I managed to squeeze my way out of his dick. The last of my form slipping out at last, swiftly followed by a few ropes of cum that spluttered across the living room floor in front of him.

I looked back at the body that’d hosted me these last seven days and smiled. It was a great ride. I even decided to leave him with some pseudo-memories of the week rather than leaving it blank. I made it out to seem like all the choices I made were his own. After all it'd be a shame if the passionate connection I’d sparked with Jake’s boss were to be extinguished. Who knows, maybe one day they’ll move from office fucking fun to being in an actual relationship. Wouldn’t that be adorable?

Maybe I’ll have to come back and check on him in the future to see how he’s doing. But for now I had one last body to hop into before the end of my vacation.

Sequel coming soon!

[lyrenminth]

Falling for you

Fluff. Justin Herbert x reader

You won Justin over with your cooking.

Your first few dates were amazing; you could talk for hours and hours as if you'd known each other your whole lives, not just for a couple of hours. On your third date, he took you out for sushi. The day before, you'd made lasagna and scalloped potatoes, so you decided to put a little bit in some containers and give it to him at the end of the date. Justin was a busy man and would always tell you how he could only cook the basics: eggs and things that didn't require measurements. He usually ate fast food or whatever they served at The Bolt. You felt a little sorry for him, which is why you wanted to give him something to eat when he didn't have time to buy or cook.

At the end of another great date, you were on cloud nine. He walked you to your car and you couldn't help but feel nervous. You hadn't kissed yet; Justin was incredibly respectful all the time, and sometimes you wondered if he wasn't attracted to you until he would ask, "When can I see you again?" That always changed things for you. So there you were, nervous as a cat, with this giant, kind man walking beside you with calm steps, as you breathed in the spring air. "I brought you something," you said when you reached your car and opened the passenger door and took out a lunchbox. His eyebrows raised and he looked curiously at the black lunchbox in your hands. "I made lasagna and scalloped potatoes yesterday. I had some leftovers and... I don't know," you laughed, not wanting to sound desperate or anything. "I don't know if you like lasagna or potatoes, I should've asked you first..."

"I like both," he interrupted you with a sincere smile that made his beautiful blue eyes sparkle with joy. "Oh, okay. Here," you offered him the lunchbox, which he took in his large hands. "I hope you like it."

Justin looked at the lunchbox like was a big and unique fish and nodded. "Thank you very much, this is very sweet of you," he thanked you. "Do you want me to return the containers?" You laughed at his question, relieved. "It's a reusable container, so it's no problem."

"Okay, I'll see you soon then, I'll return it to you," he assured you, and you felt a tingle all over your skin.

"Yes, when we see each other you can give it back to me."

You looked at each other for a few seconds and the air felt thicker. You caught him looking at your lips, which began to burn with the need to be kissed. Justin licked his lips nervously.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked in a low voice. The air escaped from your lungs and you blushed. Unable to articulate, you nodded. Justin swallowed hard and leaned in to reach your lips.

His stubble tickled you, but it was the softness of his lips and the warmth of his mouth that made you forget everything for a moment. His movements were soft and slow, as if he were savoring that kiss. You took the liberty of leaning on his arms, feeling the muscle underneath. You had to pull away to catch your breath and both of you smiled like idiots. "I'll text you tonight," he confirmed, taking a step back. You noticed how he gripped the lunchbox as if it were hard to pull away from you. "Okay, I'll be waiting."

At night, you received a message and a photo. The message read: "I had a great time today. They're home now" and it came with an attached photo of the containers in his refrigerator. You smiled like an idiot and replied: "They look very comfortable there." His response was quick: "They're where they belong haha."

Needless to say, you dreamed of him that night. The next afternoon, you received a series of messages that left your cheeks aching.

"Wow just wow", "Best lasagna ever" "what type of cheese did you use for the potatoes?",

"Ma'am your cooking skills can stop a war"

"well, I'm not sure about that maybe if the soldiers were really hungry",

"thank you, that was delicious. More? Please"

Of course, after that Justin couldn't get you out of his head. Shortly after, you became a couple and you had many more opportunities to cook for him. He loved your cooking and made sure to say thank you and please every time a new dish was in front of him. How could you tell him no? He was adorable and always left the plate clean, even when you thought the dish wasn't that good.

[asheepinfrance]

nurse... nurse she's out and she's art posting. god... oh god nurse. Anyways I wrote this in like 20 minutes and did not proof read it but i love my boy! i love my little rat man! and he deserves a little post. will have a patrick post soon :))

Being 18 is fucking weird, man. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. There’s still acne cropping up where it’s most noticeable, sweat when there’s no heat, but with all the added pressures of legal adulthood, and, worst of all, a just-above-teenage mind that insists on wandering. If Art could have gotten through a single senior year English class without staring at that one girl in the third row and having to cross his legs, which he swears is subtle, he’d be convinced of miracles. But it’s summer break now, and that means he’s free to do as he pleases. As he pleases, for the time being, is lounge on his porch steps, throwing a tennis ball up… and then down… and then up again… then back down. Fascinating stuff, really. That’s just about as satisfying as a sticky, early-June day can be until he sees just about the prettiest girl, like, ever, walk by. She must be the most gorgeous thing he’s ever laid eyes on. He’s convinced of it. She’s practically strutting down the sidewalk, which is so uneven it should be considered a safety hazard, like she owns the place. Does she? Who cares. Pretty girl. Pretty, pretty girl with pretty, long legs and pretty long hair and oh jesus christ, why is she looking this way-

 “Hey, you, uh… dropped this, so…” Oh god, she’s standing so close. When did she get all the way here? If he reached out a hand just the slightest bit, he’d be touching her soft-looking thighs and it’s enough to leave him panting. Thank god it’s hot, at least he’ll have a valid-sounding excuse for it. He’s vaguely aware that she’s holding out a tennis ball that he’d apparently dropped… he genuinely didn’t notice a thing. “Yeah, I- Huh! Yeah, thanks.” And now he’s standing there, and she’s standing there, and he needs to get her to talk again. He didn’t memorize her voice the first time. “Do I know you?” He leans back on his palms, knee over knee, and he’s sure he looks absolutely badass. The smile that grows on her face shows it’s something more akin to ‘child with a playground crush’. “No, I’m just visiting. My cousins, I mean. His name’s Cooper, you know him?” Cooper. As in Cooper Friedman with the giant glasses and chronic B.O? How the hell are they related?? “Cooper? Aw, man, that’s my best bud. We should all… hang out or something while you’re in town. You know… since me and him already hang out all the time…”

She quirks a brow, barely suppressed grin on her face. “You hang out with Cooper?” He’s about to insist that yes, they’re just the bestest of friends, when she laughs. She laughs and it’s so real and raw and human and he can feel his lips curling into that stupid, mousey smile he’s so unconfident about. She doesn’t seem horrified by it. Win. “You’re too pretty for that shit, dude-”

“Art! It’s Art.” How cool and not desperate sounding at all. Awesome, bad-ass, tough guy behavior, really. “Well then, you’re too pretty for that shit, Art.” Oh wow. Oh wow, she said his name. She said his name and he finally understands the universe. The universe is one pretty girl saying your name with the sweetness usually reserved for someone much nearer and dearer than a perfect strange. 

Oh my god. Did she say pretty? The realization hits him in the stomach like the many poorly-aimed (purposefully or otherwise) tennis balls that he’s taken to the gut. He’s sat there gaping like a fish, and she tilts her head with a grin, seemingly unbothered. If anything, she’s amused. He’ll happily make a fool of himself around the clock to see her smile like that. After a few more seconds of fool-making, she just shrugs the interaction off, seemingly having found as much entertainment in him as she could. She offers him a little finger wave, a smile that’s just a bit different than the other ones, and a “Bye, Art” that could kill a man. Specifically, a man named Art Donaldson, who’s still staring at her with stars in his eyes. “Yeah… yeah, bye” and he’s still grinning and he has to repeat his senior-year English routine of crossing his legs. She doesn’t mention it when she walks away, so she must not have seen. He’s silently thanking the universe for his subtlety. 

She absolutely noticed.

[somnus-lucis-caelum]

He would have to learn more about the Cetran heritage, especially now. Sure, he had gotten his fair share of education and lessons on neighbouring kingdoms and their customs. But it would be entirely different now… if all these talks went through, then he would have a wife of Cetran blood. It was the bare minimum respect to know her culture by heart then. And with how Aerith was… it did not seem like work now anymore.

She was kind. She was strong. She was smart. She had wit. She was undeniably beautiful. And… she seemed to like what he could do.

 Watching her interact with his magic, how she commented on it and complimented him… it stroked his ego, of course. But it also made something in his chest feel… warmer. As if a vessel was filled with that warm milk and honey she seemed to favour so much.

He was not powerful. And neither was he popular. One day she would notice. But at the moment, she seemed to think he was both. And the way she looked at him…

Somnus turned to her fully. The sword in his hand vanishing alongside all the circling weapons so only a blue shimmering hue was remaining in the air around them, swirling like the tendrils of her Lifestream.

Aerith asked a question that… he was not prepared to answer. Not fully. There were so many things happening at once in the past two days. Less than that, if he was being honest.

 As royals, of course an arranged marriage had been at the horizon. But Somnus had thought he would have more time. And maybe a little luck like her parents had. That was rare, though. Marriage was political in their standings. And while there surely were a lot of loveless and barely tolerable marriages among the rulers of this world… maybe, just maybe they both could have had it worse.

So far she had given him no reason to dread a future with her. Not at all… quite the opposite.

The little amused noise coming from him was a gentle one. Softer than his usual demeanour, mustering her with a tilted head and a smile playing around one corner of his mouth.

“I would.”

It was that simple, wasn’t it?

Could he imagine them? Standing there, in the circle of many others. With a priest at their side. They would both wear finer clothes than even last evening’s attire. But quite simple in their own way. Pure whites and the colors of their lands. Surely Aerith would weave flowers into her hair and wear golden bracelets. He would have a wreath of his own, made from the olive twigs of Lucis’ gardens.

He could imagine taking her hands and saying yes.

But that fantasy seemed so unreal still. And so far away. A little too hopefully maybe. And a little too dreamy. This was an arranged marriage, right? So he should handle it with the demanded respect and care. The futures of two lands depended on that.

“… listen, Aerith. I know you hoped for something different. You told me, that you hoped you could marry out of love like your mother did. The talks that now happen without us present, the decisions that were made yesterday did not happen like you wished. Even before that, you came here to marry a stranger man. Now it is not my brother, but me. I hope that is not too much of a disappointment. And I do not know what the future brings… maybe I can not offer you that marriage proposal coming from a secret lover after months of knowing and loving each other. But I will do my best to ensure you have a good life. And I hope one filled with happiness. That I can swear.”

Aerith visibly perked up at his question. Few ever made the connection, so her nod was a rather excited one. "Something like that! I mean..." she gestured to him. "It comes down to your beliefs. What came first, your God, the crystal, or were they completely separate and became entwined with one another?"

She then swept her hand to rest on her own chest. "The Cetra believe that the Lifestream came first. That we draw our power from it. Yet we also believe that Minerva is the Goddess of the Lifestream. She is the voice of our Planet, and its protector. There is a lot of debate among our scholars about when the Goddess appeared, but it is widely accepted that she became one with the Lifestream when a star fell from the sky. It was a tale that always fascinated me, I must admit."

Her mother never grew tired of telling her the story, perhaps because she knew her daughter would one day outgrow asking for the tale.

It took more will power than she would care to admit for her to remain as she was. There was a small pull, where Aerith wished to step forward to close the distance.

That need for space became abundantly clear when Somnus summoned a greatsword from thin air. She gasped a sharp breath at the sight — that was the magic! The one that had danced along her arm. It felt cool, because it was... crystal shards. Fine, blue little specks.

Aerith couldn't even give voice to a tease. She could have pointed out 'that's not a shield you're holding', and good thing she kept that silent. Unable to keep her hand to herself, she immediately reached out, curious about the shift of magic in front of herself — a shield, existing faintly, pulled from the crystal?

His comment drew her attention to him again, if briefly. "Whoa!" she reacted, her mouth dropped open. A laugh bubbled up as she half-circled him, admiring the spectacle that was his whole armoury on display.

"This is amazing! Are you sure you aren't a god?!" she practically crowed, testing her luck as she reached for the shield. It altered its gentle path, and she was allowed to 'hold' it long enough to witness the pulse of more detail. Letting it go again she watched it easily drift back onto its path circling around Somnus.

Like a child chasing a wave, she challenged the circle by stepping through when lesser-sharp weapons were in front of her, and they parted harmlessly, no sharp edges ever coming close to touching so much as a hair on her.

"When we're standing at an altar, and some ancient priest asks whether you will marry me — would you consider saying yes?" she smiled to him a little hopelessly. Honestly. He was the hidden gem of the Lucis kingdom.

[mscherub]

Courting with Azul (Azul Ashengrotto x Reader)

Gender neutral reader, referred to as Y/N or Prefect!

Warnings!:

Swearing as per usual

Leech twins slightly stalking you, all fun in games tho :)

Word count:

Approximately 2.2k

How long has it been since Azul has been acting weird? Well, weirder than usual, I guess. He was cunning, deviously intelligent, and just always had the one up on everybody thanks to his wit. After his overblot you ended up getting closer to him, especially since he always seemed to get into your business…but he’s changed now, and specifically when around you.

Was he ok? Did he fall and hit his head? If so, probably happened during flight class. I mean we’re talking about Azul here, Azul, the man who is always put together well it seemed, a man of high stature, now completely embarrassed when around you if you so much as smiled at him. Why couldn’t he make eye contact without going red? It was nerve-racking, the guy who you used to not be able to trust was acting all secretive around you again, and that just set off red flags. What was more concerning was the fact you always felt like you were being watched…and did you see a tuff of aquamarine hair or was that just your imagination? Huh…

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So…say maybe you got into an altercation by simply chance. Ok, well, to be fair it was mostly Ace’s fault. Why is it always his fault?

Ace, Deuce, and Grim had been to the lounge earlier within the week to get food, you stayed back at Ramshackle to study and you trusted them enough(big mistake) to have a friendly outing on their own. But things happened, and they ended up starting a food fight and causing Azul to loose who knows how much money due to the waste of food, and the money he had to pay for cleaning and the repairs.

Ace and Grim mainly begged you to talk it out with Azul because you were quote on quote, “closer,” to Azul than any other student was, and, yea, you definitely were considering how he let you hang out in the VIP lounge when you’ve had a particularly stressful day to wind down, but it didn’t go beyond that per se, he was just being friendly is all…trying to be. But still, this was something that the three should own up to on their own and face the consequences for and—

You’re seated in a chair in the VIP lounge. You were guilt tripped(again). One pout from Deuce and you folded. You watch as Azul fidgets in his seat, writing down whatever he was writing, most likely the expenses he’s owed.

“Look, ‘zul…I, shit, uh. You know I don’t have any money really, so I don’t know what you expect me to do with,” you look at a large number on the paper marked with a big bolded dollar sign. You take a breath in. “paying you back…” you sigh, suddenly feeling sick to your stomach.

“How much damage did Grim cause, specifically?” You murmur.

“Approximately 43% of the damage caused by just the group, which in turn means you owe me around $4,300 thaumarks give or take.” He sighs…$4,300!? You swallow thickly and you slump back in the chair.

“Ah…er. Azul, you know Crowley doesn’t even pay me that much in 4 months time…” you grumble. Great. Now you’re probably going to be indentured to work at the lounge to pay back the expenses, and that’s not even getting to keep any of the tips you make.

He glances up at you…and, woah. Woah, woah, woah. Why the fuck does he look guilty?

He clears his throat, his cheeks tinted pink. “Perhaps we could work a plan out considering your circumstances…” he drawls on.

He looks back down at the paper. You feel his foot brush against yours and you sit up again. You definitely knew where this was going to go. He’d ask for you to work for a time then let you go…gah, you didn’t have time for this, screw the words he had to say, let’s just get it over with already.

“I can’t afford to work many days of the week, so I guess I could do the weekends but—“

“No need for that, actually. Just…consider it covered this once I suppose. I’ll ask for more money from the duo to cover the expenses.” He stammers. “I suppose you can manage to tell them…” He looks at you then suddenly realizes what he says, shutting up.

…

…

HUH?!

“W-what? Azul? Hello? Wait, wait, wait. You’re covering it? Excuse me? What—“

“Oh, look at the time! Unfortunately, I am very busy man at the moment!” He spits out as he gets up from his chair swiftly, walking over to yours and waits for you to get up. You do out of surprise and he instantly places a hand on your shoulder and leads forces you over to the door, his face red.

“Good evening, Prefect. Jade will see you out!” He practically pushes you out the door, closing it quickly behind you.

You blink in confusion, but you’re pulled from your thoughts as Jade comes over with his cunning smirk, his earring jingling as he walks you to the door quietly.

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You spend all night tossing and turning. You had this uneasy feeling. I mean Azul out of all people said you didn’t need to pay him back. If those words had come out of Kalim’s mouth then you definitely wouldn’t have been as nervous as you are not, but those words came out of Azul’s mouth.

Grim, however, didn’t bat an eye and was just over the moon on how you could keep buying him the more expensive brand of tuna, sleeping peacefully at the corner of the bed. You sigh and sit up in bed, rubbing your eyes. You think back to how Azul has been acting. He seemed more jumpy when around you, and he was awkwardly more touchy, always having a hand on your shoulder, lower back, or his leg up against yours when given the chance. When this did happen he’d blush crazily and it’d look like he had a fever.

He also liked to show off more nowadays. He’d invite you to the board game club when they were hosting a chess match to present to you just how smart he really was with his perfectly crafted performance of strategy during his matches, winning every single one.

Fuck. You need a drink to clear your mind…then back to bed, to sleep this time and not overthink.

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The next day you break the news to Ace and Deuce on how they needed to pay back equally 50/50, which felt wrong in a way. Grim caused almost half of the damage and yet you didn’t have to cough up a single cent. Ace instantly finds this unfair and complains the whole day, so much so that as you four walk through the hall, Ace “accidentally” knocks you into some random dude, who, coincidentally, happens to be one of the guys Grim targeted the most during the food fight. Ace realizes his mistake and attempts to pull you away before it’s too late.

“Hey, watch where you’re going, and keep that damn beast under control, I owe $2,500 thaumarks to the damn lounge thanks to you.” The man huffs. He towers over you and glares down at you. Deuce and Grim are ready to fight, and Ace slowly pulls out his magic pen, but—

“Hey, don’t be picking on shrimpy there, big guy. Pick on someone your own size.” Floyd chuckles as he grips the man’s shoulder tight. You quickly school your expression and back up next to the group.

Jade and Floyd stand ominously behind the unnamed student. He turns around and goes quiet as he sees the pair smiling at him. Their smiles don’t falter, and in fact they just grow wider.

Clearly the man had some sort of survival instinct and he muttered an apology before scurrying off down the hall. Floyd just giggles and watches him run away. It’d be fun to chase him. They will later. Floyd smirks as he walks over to you and picks you up into a bone crushing hug.

“We saved you shrimpy, bosses orders. You owe us, heh~” you squirm in his arms, trying to get out of his grip. But you pause as you go over Floyd’s words.

Bosses orders? Like…Azul’s orders. Like Azul ordered them to, what? Keep an eye on you?

“Floyd, this seems to be the only job you’ve ever enjoyed.” Jade smirks.

Floyd shrugs and puts you down. “It’s better than serving people food…” he huffs as they begin to walk away. Floyd smiles and waves to you before they both disappear down the same hallway the man ran down.

“You ok?” Deuce asks as he looks at you worried. You simply nod, completely confused.

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At this point, you’ve had enough of whatever game Azul was playing. He was making no sense with his actions which were further than the norm for him. I mean he was literally sending out Jade and Floyd to “watch over you,” and that was just creepy enough on its own. You could take care of yourself just fine guaranteed.

Anytime something remotely close to being bad happened, Jade and Floyd were always there. They’d scare off whoever was giving you a hard time and then leave. You had enough, and rightfully so.

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You find yourself marching into Mostro Lounge, pushing past Jade and swinging the door open to the VIP lounge. The student Azul was conversing swindling with jumps, and Azul mimics him the same, both look up at you. Azul’s eyes widen instantly as you glare at him.

You look over at the random student. “Leave.”

“Right on it.” The guy murmurs before quickly walking out.

You go over to his desk and slam your hands down, locking eyes with him. He lets out a small sound of surprise and swallows thickly.

“I want an explanation. Now.” You huff, taking a seat and sitting back as you watch him closely.

“An ex-explanation for, uh, what exactly?” He mumbles nervously, stumbling over his words.

“You know. The weird shit you’ve been pulling?” You sigh as you narrow your eyes at him.

“First, excusing me from having to pay anything back, which although I’m thankful for, is just weird coming from you. And also sending Jade and Floyd to do whatever they’re doing, cause I know for a damn fact they never used to show up when I got into a small argument. They made some kid cry!” You miff as you shake your head. “What’s going on with you? What happened? You’re…different. I’m worried, ‘zul.” You finally mumble out.

Your shoulders slump as your gaze softens. He goes quiet and blinks, looking down at the desk, his face all pink again.

“It’s. Complicated.” Is all he murmurs out. Nope. Not taking that for an answer. You watch as his hands tremble. You sit up in the chair and grab his gloved ones.

“Dude. Stop stalling and just say what’s going on. You’re honestly kind of scaring me, so—“

His hands wrap around yours and he gives a light squeeze. He looks into your eyes, then back at the bookshelves, scanning the spines of the books.

“Azul.” You say sternly.

“I suppose I hadn’t put much thought into how cultures vary from sea to land.” He whispers out. He looks back at you, pursing his lips. He opens his mouth to speak again but Floyd bursts into the room and happily walks up behind your chair and leans down, smiling at Azul.

“He likes ya, Shrimpy! He was courting you, and he would have tried to protect you himself but he’s weak so—“ Floyd blabs on but is cut off.

“FLOYDDDD!” Azul yells as he goes completely red, pulling his hands away from yours and covering his face. You blink once, then twice.

“Apologies for Floyd as usual, Azul. Fu, fu.” Jade chuckles. Floyd is then dragged away by Jade, leaving you and Azul alone again.

Courting.

That’s what it was? This whole time that’s what he’s been doing? Holy shit…

You gently get up from your seat and you go behind his desk, standing next to him as he sits. You grab his wrists and pull them away from his face, leaning your face closer to his and smiling at him.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I like you, too, ‘zul.” The time seems to stop as he goes wide eyed again and just stares at you. You quirk an eyebrow at him, watching him. You sigh, ah, fuck it.

You lean down and kiss his cheek. “I mean it. Now cut it out with the weird shit.” You chuckle as you pull away.

Azul looks like he’s going to combust, but he clears his throat and pushes his glasses back up, then straightens his uniform. “As you wish. I’m glad you reciprocate my feelings. Though I knew you would, after all.” He smirks triumphantly.

“Fucking smart ass.” You chuckle as you roll your eyes. “Next time, just ask me out on a date.”

“Then I suppose…would you perchance, like to go on a date with me, then?” He asks.

“Of course.” You smile.

Hope you enjoyed reading, my Lovelies! When I wrote this I rushed it so…anyways. That’s the octotrio’s works transferred over to tumblr! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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[katuschka]

So Pretty When All Alone

Josh Kiszka x gender-neutral reader 1.260 words

Yeah, I know what I said, but I just enjoy this way too much. AND I got really inspired by something @its-interesting-van-kleep said. So thanks babe, this one's dedicated to you.

It's also my first attempt at the 2nd person narrative. Not really fond of it, but I always wanted to at least try it, and it seemed quite fitting and "natural" here.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): voyeurism (in an established relationship), masturbation, alcohol consumption, Josh being his usual sexycutiepie

People change. 

And that’s the reason why you left the party early, using a tension headache as an excuse. They understood; and you suspected that it was only common decency which prevented them from saying that you were no fun anyway, so… off you go. They’re friends, and – let’s be honest – you didn’t act like one tonight. 

Therefore, sitting in an uber on your way home, you felt both relieved and strangely remorseful. Booze often did that to you, making you overthink and wallow in contradictory emotions. It was just like any other night spent out with them, nothing had changed. But you had. A new job, some new hobbies, and most of all, a new man. Josh didn’t really fit in your group of buddies and they had never tried to make it any easier for him, so he stopped coming with you eventually and you were slowly losing interest in spending time in their company ever since. You wanted to be home instead. Home… 

It wasn’t really home yet, you just already had the key. He gave you this token of his trust just two weeks ago, and while you were still keeping your old place simply out of convenience (and common sense), you had spent all of those fourteen nights in Josh’s bed, watching him fall asleep and kissing him awake every fucking night and day. Why would you want to be anywhere else, when Josh’s bed felt like the center of the Universe and him the Sun? And yet he kept telling you that you were the interesting one. See, he’s funny, too. 

You didn’t believe him, but it felt good anyway.

Still feeling more like a visitor, you were a bit unsure whether it was a good idea to get back to his place earlier than expected without texting him first. Too late. You missed your chance thanks to booze brain fog, and there was no point in letting him know when you were already standing on his driveway. His car was here too, meaning he was already back from the studio, but the lights were out. Was he already asleep? Unusual, but not impossible. 

Careful so as not to wake him, you unlocked the door and silently entered, immediately noticing a sliver of dim light coming through the half closed door of his bedroom at the other side of the long entrance hall. Thinking that he had probably fallen asleep while reading, you crept up closer, just to have a look to confirm your suspicion. And then you heard it.

A barely audible, breathy moan. Unmistakeable. You were quite familiar with the sound. That’s why it made your heart beat wildly in an instant and the gasp that escaped your lips almost gave away your intruding presence. But he didn’t stop, and while you waited with bated breath for him to call your name, you could hear the rhythmic sound that gave him away fully. You had to have a look. It was imperative.

Peeking through the crack of the door, you had to bite your lip to keep quiet. There he was, sitting on the bed with his back propped against the pillows. What a marvelous sight! One which you hadn’t had the opportunity to really see yet. You were quite familiar with all those beautiful details from up close, but this was something new. And extremely exciting. 

Josh was completely naked, with only his feet and shins hidden under the duvet to keep them warm. The sight of him pleasuring himself made the muscles under your navel spasm with craving and need. 

Surely, if you revealed your presence and apologised for the intrusion, Josh would be eager to help you with it, and you would be just as raring to reciprocate. However, something about the scenario that was in play right in front of you made you want to keep holding your breath. 

He was so pretty when all alone. 

Lost in his pleasure, self-induced by his languid strokes, he had tilted his head back and let it rest on top of the upholstered headboard, panting. You watched, entranced, how his parted lips quivered ever so slightly, as if he was chanting a silent mantra. In a way, he was. Hadn’t he already told the world that this was the universal truth? Uttered in jest, but the truth is that he really meant it. That’s probably why his moans sometimes sounded almost sacral. 

And you worshipped him for it. 

Only Josh could transform a simple, vulgar act of jerking off into a religious experience. With his eyes closed and his brow lifted, he looked as if he was praying. A praying angel who could invoke the most sinful thoughts in your head even without saying a single word. Just listening to his moans made you feel like your fluttering heart would jump out of your chest. It was intoxicating. 

And that’s how you felt while watching him. Lightheaded, you took it all in, starting with his face, now tilted slightly towards you, and you were secretly begging him to keep his eyes closed. He furrowed his brow just a bit, bit his lower lip and let out the most delightful nasal whimper. You savored the sight for a little while before letting your gaze travel further down to his own heaving chest. He was literally fucking the air around him. In and out, in and out, and you were getting slightly jealous of every molecule of oxygen that had that pleasure. But you weren’t willing to give in yet. You probably couldn’t have even if you wanted to. You felt hypnotized. 

In the meantime, Josh quickened his pace and tightened his grip, and you had to pinch the skin on your hand to keep yourself from moaning along as you watched his left hand slide up his toned stomach. He pinched his nipple then, and groaned loudly, before he let the hand travel back down, scratching the skin along his happy trail with his fingernails. You were yearning to lick the stripe all the way up that irritated flesh. That perfect line of fuzzy hairs was your happy place; starting right under his navel, it was groomed right above his dick, as he was keeping that area delightfully bare. 

You didn’t really care, or mind, but the truth was that it made his pretty pink cock look even more prominent. Especially during moments like this one when it already looked like it was going to burst. Sure enough, his swollen head was glistening with precum, looking like a giant, dew-covered berry. 

And no doubt just as tasty. 

You were already ravenous. While still fascinated and mesmerized by the sight of his tensing muscles, visible tendons and protruding knuckles as he continued to pump himself with new-found frenzy, you seriously considered finishing his job for him. Before you could make up your mind, his breath quickened and his moans grew both in pitch and intensity. He swirled his palm around his weeping head a few times with shuddering breath, before he slid all the way down one last time. You shrunk back a bit when he finally opened his eyes and with a long, loud and high-pitched moan, he came. 

You leaned against the wall right by the door, willing your heart to calm down slowly, when you suddenly heard him whisper: “Hello darling, didn’t see you there.” 

“Fuck,” you muttered, which only made him chuckle. 

You learned two things that night. You loved to watch. And Josh loved to have the audience. Always.

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[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

What if mc was pregnant? How would the brothers act?

All fluff I presume

The brothers reaction to a pregnant MC

*lets just say MC is pregnant from the brothers/brother I'm writing about*

Lucifer

After learning of MC's pregnancy he immediately became severely overprotective. He usually was by MC's side and watched over them but now he was on high alert. He would always stop MC from doing certain things or touching certain things that had devildom issues tied to them like cursed books and potion ingredients. He also would specifically request barbatos to get MC human world food that's safe for them or any safe food really. He becomes very annoying with watching everything that MC puts in their body but it's because he cares.

Mammon

He becomes so so much clingier. Like he won't leave MC's side at all. No one really has to ask where either one is since they will be together. He also does more favors for MC. He will get them food, clothes, shoes anything to keep MC happy. He becomes very stressed when MC is outside the house of lamentation and watches everything around them for some reason thinking something terrible will happen to MC.

Levi

This is the first time he's been both scared and happy. He usually sits and admires MC's belly since he realizes he's also apart of the tiny thing growing inside MC. He gets severely happy knowing that fact. He also practically pushes MC to stay in his room getting panicky when they leave for something simple as using the restroom. He of course doesn't push anything but you can tell he just wants MC to stick by him through most of their pregnancy. He orders way too many things offline for MC and actually leaves his room so MC doesn't have to.

Satan

He was immediately concerned for the babies health. He always gives MC random items that make the baby and MC healthy and just says 'eat/drink'. He also has a giant stack of baby books for the baby to read once it's here. He becomes more soft and barely has any outburst telling himself that he wont allow his kid to see his anger control him. He also basically follows MC around as a siri for any questions they may have since he of course studies every pregnancy book he can.

Asmos

Completely overjoyed and immediately gets set on making a crib and baby clothes closet for the child. He has about 100 or so outfits and the crib is in his symbols ofc. He pampers the hell out of MC and buys as much comfort stuff as he can for MC. Stating that being pregnant shouldn't take away all comfortability. He also does MC's skincare, bodycare anything really that MC feels too tired to do.

Beel

Now if we are talking happiness this man is simply glowing with it. He has always wanted a family and now that he has one forming he immediately was a ray of sunshine. His hunger actually calming down from how happy he was. He keeps MC very well fed basically never saying no to any of Mc's weird cravings unless they are harmful. He practically carries MC everywhere not wanting Mc's body to hurt them towards the end of the day. He also has no problem being MC's pillow, couch, chair, etc.

Belphie

He is the most chill out of all the brothers. He treats MC as he used to except he is more alert. Whenever MC slightly trips or falls he's immediately there to almost catch MC then scold them for scaring him and being careless. He does interrupt his sleep schedule to see if MC is eating properly and taking care of themselves. He uses his powers to help MC fall asleep when they need it and gives MC more of his most comfortable items for them to be less sore from all the weight they will gain from the baby.

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nsfw alphabet- spencer reid .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚

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❤️‍🔥 - smut

warnings: talk of nsfw topics, mentions of 18+ activities, mentions of sex toys, cum, postions, kinks, semi public sex, description of body parts.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

King of aftercare!! Spencer's quite a sweet guy so afterwards he'll make sure you guys cuddle eat and drink and maybe hop in a shower or bath with you!!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part of himself is probably his hair. he likes how he can change it alot, he also loves getting his hair played with. on his partner i'd say his favourite part of them is probably their eyes because of the emotions they can convey without words.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Spencer is quite repulsed by cum bc of his germaphobia he finds it gross and sticky so he'd make an effort to clean up the both of you guys quickly. he usually uses condoms so it dosnet get too messy. but without he'd usually cum on ur stomach or back.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Spencer adamantly has admitted for his sexual awakening being princess leia in the third star wars movie. he dosen't t know why but it stirred something within him. hes very embarrassed of it till this day.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Spencer understands the theory of sex pretty well. but his actual experience? i'd say his mildly experienced. hes done it with a few partners and hooked up a couple of times over the years but it dosnet mean hes the most experienced guy ever. later seasons spencer would be alot more experience then season 1-2 spencer aswell.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

i'm telling you man spencer loves cowgirl!!! he loves u being ontop of him and you having some sort of control over him, it also ensures that your comfortable and can go at your own pace.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Spencer would be rather serious yet would probably ramble off some ramble sex fact about biological factors like hormones etc during it when he gets nervous or flustered.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I'd say hes reasonably groomed, probably trimmed pretty well and stuff, probably because of his thing about hygiene.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Spencer is the most gentlest, kind person when it comes to this stuff. i dont think he views it so much as a physical release or a way to gain pleasure (obviously its an added bonus), but he likes the feeling that he's as close as he can possibly get to you and that he gets a chance to show how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I'd say he'd dabble a bit. spencers a bit of a late bloomer and very shy around this kinda stuff so i'd say he'd only do it when he really really needs it or has a partner. he'd probably call you when hes on a case to jack off to you/your voice when he feels lonely.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

not so much of a kink but he loves if u grab him by the tie or his belt. it gets him a bit hot and bothered. he also has a thing about having sex in semi public places.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

spencer obviously likes the bedroom, empty offices, airport bathrooms and the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

again his thing for the freaking grabbing of his tie or belt thing it really gets him going. i also think him seeing his partner being very strong in a way. like pinning down an unsub or something like that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

spencer would absolutely not do things involving bodily fluids (spitting, pissing etc) he would absolutely hate it/freak out. "do you know how much harmful bacteria is passed doing that? absolutely not."

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

spencer reid is a munch!!!!!! literally everyone thinks this its cannon atp. its like he was born for it and its one of his biggest talents, he loves to give but dosnet mind receiving either.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

spencer i think takes his time hes very slow, very loving very gentle. ik i keep empathising the gentle but whenever i think so spencer reid and sex i just think gentle so 😭

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

I don't think spencer minds a quickie given the right circumstances. for instance if he's about to go on a case he'd do it if u both wanted to. i dont think they'd be a super regular thing tho. just the odd one here or there.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

i think spencer does not take risks. purely bc this man has adreneline in him 24/7. i also think he needs to feel safe above everything else and getting a bit risky may infringe on that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can last quite long. mainly bc he takes his time with you. but i'd say on average he can last anywhere from 45mins to an hour and 30 mins. spencer can defo go for at least 3 rounds once he gets started he's practically insatiable.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

i'd say he'd own a vibrator or two for his partner. he'd been quite shy and hesitant at first but eventually gave into you. (everytime he turns it on he still gets a bit jumpy)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

i'd think spencer would like to tease a little. he wants to see how much he can work his partner up before caving into their desires. he'd even probably make a little game out of it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

HES LOUDDD. but not grunting, growling loud. like whiny, whimpering loud. its crazy.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Spencer and you take turns of choosing music when y'all do it. but sometimes u choose horrible music to annoy him which earns a bit more of a rougher treatment of you.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

yk what they all say its always the skinny ones ;). but honestly hes a bit bigger than average maybe 7-8 inches, its pretty skinny and pale with tinges of pink. like his hands i'd say its pretty veiny. he's always a bit shy about his length and stuff. every girl he does do it with mouth drops once he takes off his pants.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

i actually headcannon spencer as being someone on the asexual spectrum!! i wouldn't say its non existent or barley there but it would be a bit lower than the average mans.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he stares at you and does all the aftercare stuff but as soon as his head hits that pillow hes out like a freaking light.

[hwnglx]

felix's real personality behind the scenes

based on tarot. i do not know these idols personally. energies are always changing. what i say is NOT straight fact. pls take it with a grain of salt!

+ so the central theme for the first part of the reading, was the word “healing”. this is sweet actually, since i do think a lot of his public image is also tied to that, and it does appear to be a genuine part of his personality.

felix is a person who can have a profound impact on people, in a way where he just soothes them quite naturally. his presence alone can have that calming effect. there's a lot of gentleness to his energy. he's someone people would want to seek out when there's chaos and stress in their life, and they need a source of comfort and positivity. he enjoys giving that to people, and being that type of existence for them. it fulfills him, and can make him feel better about himself.

the stray kids member is the type of person who, instead of being relentlessly competitive and drama-prone, chooses to connect to people in a close manner. he's someone who truly doesn't enjoy drama and conflict.

felix wants to put himself into other people's shoes, genuinely empathize with them, make them feel validated and understood. he usually isn't a person who feels the need to selfishly put himself above anyone in order to lift himself up, or sees people as competition somehow. he just isn't the type who'll consciously choose to fight you, if he can befriend you instead. definitely an “everybody's darling” type of energy.

however, what's definitely worthy to note.. his softness does not equal weakness. on the contrary; felix is someone who's much more masculine and bold than some people might think. he isn't an easy target or pushover, and is in possession of his strong opinions he won't budge away from. if he feels strongly about something, he will not be the type to surrender that easily. in fact, he's very passionate in his autonomy.

i kept getting this feeling, that he's just amazing at wisely picking his battles, and acting with clear intention. although i do see him having his explosive moments, that definitely might catch some people off guard sometimes, considering the duality that's present here.. i don't really see him being a person who allows himself to let loose at the wrong time. i don't see him being someone so overly impulsive that he steps on people's toes, or crosses lines he shouldn't cross.

he's still got a tight enough grip on his emotions, that he's capable of staying conscious of when to let them bubble to the surface. if it's justified and he clearly feels like he's in the right though; you're likely to see a different side to felix, that's much more opinionated and dominant than you think.

this man just has amazing tact, and knows when to let out different sides of himself. he knows who to be more submissive towards, and who he can be more commanding with. he knows how to behave according to what benefits him the most, and which behavior will be to his biggest advantage. some people could look at this as selfish, and see it as more of a yellow flag. the lines are a little blurred here.

felix will be the sweetest and most generous person in the world, if he feels like you can help him out in some manner.

if there's someone who knows how to network in this business, it's him. i wouldn't be surprised if a good amount of his deals are a result of people just genuinely liking him as a person, and almost feeling this desire to return his kindness. (i'm not downplaying his talents! but he just gives the industry's darling too, which i saw in my jyp reading as well)

i can see him doing things like giving gifts, and being of service, or just extra nice to some people in power, who can give him the opportunities or attention/clout he wishes for.

he definitely can have his materialistic and opportunistic tendencies, which again, is likely to be more blurred in terms of “green and red flags”

he's just very clever and strategic, as well as more calculated than what meets the eye. he knows exactly what he's doing when sweetly smiling at you; he knows what effect he has on you. he's someone who charms people like it's the easiest thing in the world, and knows how to make use of his appeal.

- so, emphasizing this again; felix isn't stupid, he's very smart. he isn't a fool, he isn't the naive and innocent angel that he might portray himself as at times.

he's good at detaching himself from people.. the type that makes you feel like you're close to him, when you probably only know like 15% of who he actually is.

he's great at hiding away several parts of himself, especially the more “negative” ones. meaning, he usually disguises e.g. his negative opinions on people behind an agreeable smile, holds grudges deep down he probably won't tell you about, if he feels like it'd ruin the image you have of him. if felix openly and straight up tells you he doesn't like you, it's probably because he doesn't really see any use in being nice to you.

in addition, i can see him weaponizing his kindness at times. going back to the insights for the green flags, he is someone who's genuinely sweet towards many people.. however, some of that does come from him wanting to earn something and benefit from those acts of service.

if you end up in an argument with him, it's likely for felix to throw those acts of kindness into your face, and guilt-trip you for being so ungrateful. he's amazing at making you feel like an awful person. he was being so nice to you, and you're doing him wrong like that? felix is definitely someone who's great at manipulating narratives to his own advantage, and making himself look like the good guy in most scenarios.

he's for sure another idol, who i'd add to the list of “i suggest not fighting him” unless you wanna see a completely different side to him.

it's highly likely for a colder and less considerate side to come out, once you manage to rile felix up, and he feels done wrong by you. he can get very defensive, and quite ruthless and harsh, especially verbally. more cut-throat than he usually is.

i do think a lot of this comes from “i will hurt you before you can hurt me.” deep down, felix seems to have some unhealed wounds, especially in terms of his self worth.. this can lead to him becoming extra defensive if he feels like you could potentially rip off the bandaid, since he's still trying to heal.

note; this is lowkey making me sad, since.. many of his green flags were about healing and helping others, making them feel validated. it's almost like, he wants to heal others, because he can struggle healing himself.

i have to add, i do believe he cares more than he'd like to admit to himself, especially about people's opinion on him. again, i just don't think he wants to, since it can consume him a lot.

felix is someone who needs validation, and wants to feel like he's some sort of use to people in order for him to feel worthy.

the stray kids member is the type to overcompensate because he can quickly feel inadequate for people; especially when it comes to his work. i can see him being obsessive about his craft, his public image, his reputation. he seems to struggle finding real satisfaction, and can often pour way too much of himself into his work out of this fear that he isn't enough.

he's the type of person who's better at recognizing the things he lacks, rather than acknowledging his abilities, or the high place he's at. it's like.. something's always lacking, it's never truly enough. he can get very thirsty in terms of his career.

i do think a large part of this, comes from a lack of genuine and substantial self-love, without all the glamour and fame. he sees himself at his most lovable in work- and idol-mode, and can quickly feel like he's of much less value outside of that.

i can also sense him easily feeling like he doesn't have much to offer, outside of his more superficial qualities. like people wouldn't like him the way they do, if he wasn't in possession of his good looks, his money, his status. this can result in him getting pretty obsessive over keeping those things in check.

this is something i've seen in a few idols now. it's almost like fame can turn into this.. type of drug almost, that gives you this high, which you always end up chasing. a lot of idols realize, especially later on in their careers, that so much of that is just empty. it's a shallow type of “fulfillment” that looks nicer on the outside than it actually is. but once you're there, it can quickly turn into something you still can't get enough of.

[myreallovelymind]

First time being tied up with rope

The day started like a lovely normal date. We went for brunch. We chatted, we shared about our lives and we laughed. We have a stroll along the river, go to a few shops and wonder back to his. It was such a lovely afternoon.

We got back to his flat and put TV on. My legs were on top of his just relaxing. We put a British show which is really funny and that you wanted to pay attention to. He just starts stroking my legs softly. He opens my legs, put his palm there and tells me he just wants to feel. This man spends the next 45 minutes teasing me above my tights. Gently rubbing my clit. Tapping on it. I forgot how much I love a slow tease. I can feel my underwear and tights get soaked. I can focus on the TV up to a point where I end up just switching off.

He spoons me as we kiss. Hard. Deep, strong, horny kisses, full of need. Fuck. I need his cock. I can feel his hard cock at my entrance but there’s many layer between. I need him in me. He gets up to get a condom and tells me to take my tights off. He comes back. I straddle him. I’m so wet and so apprently, really tight (thanks to edging woo). He feels incredible. He tells me to lean back and take his whole cock like a good girl. Fuck. I kinda space out. I feel like long foreplay makes my brain mushy, turns it off and I just run on this primal need for sex. He removes my dress and I had my nice strappy bra and my black thong. This man keeps telling me how hot I look and how good I feel. I get all shy when he says it but it does feel great.

I’m too loud, as usual. I geniuly don’t mean to be loud. He asks me to be quiet but I then focus so hard on that, that I stop focusing on bouncing. So he gags me with a lovely red ball gag. I oddly feel so pretty with it on. I think its partly because he thinks I’m hot with it on but also, I love it. I love trying to kiss him with the ball gag. I love getting close to his chest. I feel so submissive with it on. So small. I’m edging on his cock.

He tells me to get on my knees on the sofa.

He fucks me doggy and my brain is off. He calls me a fuck toy and I need that. He grabs my hips and fucks me hard. He then grabs my hair and… wow. I arch my back, put my head back and I just feel. I feel all the sensations in my body. I hear his moans, I feel the pressure on my scalp, I feel my pussy getting pounded, I feel my thighs jiggle and I feel the need to cry. Good cry. Happy cry. Overwhelmed by all the amazing sensation cry. He asks me if I want him to cum and I say yes through the ball gag. He cums just before tears stream down my face and I collapse. I stay bent over the sofa, gagged and breathing. He comes behind me and strokes my body. I love it.

We start watching the football. I remove my bra so I’m now in his t-shirt with new underwear and socks. We cuddle and he very much enjoys the post cumming head space. We order ramen as we watch the NFL games. We kiss and we get horny again. I ask him if he can tie me up. He says of course. He says he’s going to be mean. He ties my thighs so when I pull on my foot, it tightens around my thigh and when the other foot moves, it tightens around my pussy. The sensation is something I didn’t realise I needed. I immediately knew I wanted more and that I didn’t want it to end. My hands are also tied behind my back. I didn’t quite realise how much I loved it until he touched my pussy and it’s wet. Clearly I like it, a lot.

He gets my clit sucker toy and moves the mirror so I can see myself. Shit. He had sent me a meme about something similar earlier in the day and here I am. He gets behind me and starts to use my toy on me. Finding the clit is tricky but with some good non verbal communication, it’s exactly where it’s supposed to me. I’m almost immediately on the edge. I’m trying to hold. It’s hard. He is holding me so I put my head on his shoulder. He puts his hand over my mouth and nose. Fuck. I love it. He tells me to look at myself. I hate it. I look up and fuck. I can only focus on him and me. He looks so hot behind me and I look so submissive. I’m shaking and he stops the toy. I breath. He puts it back on. I start to shake. He tells me to look up again. I do. Now he has his hand around my throat and I can’t look away. This is me but it doesnt feel like me. I’m never felt so hot? I squirm trying to get away to not cum. I nod my head side to side and he stops.

He makes me turn around when it’s hard to move. I always feel so dumb but I guess that’s part of the humiliation. He tells me I’m going to make him cum before dinner arrives. I’m on my knees, and I’m tasting him. He tastes so good. I love his moans and the way he holds my head. I always forget how much I enjoy oral. He sits down on the sofa and I keep going. It’s getting hard especially without my hands. Every time I move, I face plant on him which is fun. Food arrives before I make him cum but he puts the food down and sits back down. No cumming, no food. I put his cock in my mouth and start giving him head. He gets close and cums in my mouth. Yummy. I can get used to that.

He uncuffs me but my legs are still tied. We eat the ramen and we both feel sleepy. He goes for a nap and comes back 30 minutes later. He comes for a cuddle. My hands are cuffed together but he tightens them because I have small wrists so I can easily escape. That’s when I know I’m getting fucked again. We kiss, hard. I really love the change in kissing. It’s cool how you can tell which move we are depending on the kiss. Slow and soft: post sex. Slow and hard: normal. Faster and hard: pre sex.

Anyway, we kiss hard. He undoes my cuffs and tells me to get him hard. To focus on that as he plays with me. He then tells me to bend over the side of the sofa where he placed a pillow and he got the blindfold out. He cuffs my hands behind my back, gags me, and blind folds me. He is not gentle this time. I feel a little used which I like. He goes deep and I just need to deal with it. Again, my brain goes off. I go quiet. I grunt at times but I just take in what’s happening. This feels like a place my mind wants to be to decompress. It felt like such a relief. I remembered why I love BDSM and kink. It’s not many places in my life where I can just… exist without my brain working. In this moment, it feels like I’m just serene. Which is funny because he is not gentle with me. The back and forth. He cums. I collapse. I don’t want to move. He strokes my body again and checks in because apparently I look broken but it’s the opposite. He unties my legs which have the marks on them which are beautiful. We cuddle. We finish the NFL game and we go to bed. He’s cummed three times and I haven’t even ruined a single orgasm. Dreamt.

[perplexedjokist]

two face pulls his gun on anyone. harvey rarely uses the thing, two face uses it like a communication tool.

nights like this where harvey is too tired and TF is honestly at the end of his rope, they tend to lash out a bit.

"mister dent how do you feel about the new fabrics?" fine. "boss? hey?" quiet. "hey boss do you wanna look over these or not?"

he doesn't realize he's completely silent, only replying in his head. verbal communication is too hard when you have a nasty migraine and attitude to match.

they keep repeating themselves and other hired thugs ask new questions and it's just so mind numbing. boss what do you want this for, boss when's the break in, boss when am I getting a raise, it's all so annoying.

with all the energy he can muster without worsening his migraine, harvey gets up.

"disturb me and I'll fire you, any of you." harvey of course doesn't mean to say that, but TF is switching to their main conscious and honestly harvey is too tired to care.

thankfully this is one of the hideouts with small offices, so he goes there. slamming the door shut behind him.

for the next twenty or so minutes he sits to himself and tries to aid his headache with whiskey, despite the fact he knows it only masks it with a different pain, he doesn't care.

behind the door he can hear hushed yells before the door opens, footsteps towards his chair and he doesn't make a move to open his eyes.

he does however, push his gun into the person's face.

whoever it is deservers it. at least that's what he believes.

"something the matter? you seem quite.. trigger happy." scarecrow. his fucking luck, if it was joker he'd at least gain reputation shooting him.

he moves his finger over the trigger. "... now harvey."

"I will fucking kill you, crane." and for whatever reason two face opens his eyes, his headache died as much as his irritation grew. oddly enough his gun is pressed just below glasses, funny, the scarecrow usually isn't without his mask.

"two face, excuse my assumption."

there's a pause, and shift of the gun; it's pointed differently now. less intent to kill, a way of saying essentially I want to kill you less but still wish to harm.

and slowly two face lowers his gun, picks back up his glass. "you don't usually care about talking. what do you want?" alcohol burns in a way that's distracting from annoyances, without it two face would have more murders to his name.

"so aggressive today. I'm here at the moment not as a fellow criminal but as a therapist, we did agree on me analyzing you as a payment, didn't we? as I don't need money."

for once harvey and two face agree on something, even if they refuse the money, pay anyone that way or not at all. especially the man who makes his entire life around fear.

"you wanna analyze, huh? go sit in the corner. and don't talk to me."

and he did - surprisingly enough he simply did sit to himself and write in the small notepad he brought with him.

sure it was unnerving to have someone watch you just sit and drink till you felt calmed enough not to debate gutting someone, but everyone has uncomfortable things they force themselves through..

and hell, maybe the company calmed him.

[weveseenallthegreenery]

Mel Medarda seeks out Viktor after discovering her arcane talents — Filler Smut

I was originally contemplating having this part be an archive of our own exclusive considering it has a different tone from the rest of the story and doesn't contribute much of anything to the plot, but my friend convinced me that you FREAKS would probably like it since most of you don't read the fic in order anyway.

nsfw | filler content | 1438 words | light smut | shortfic | basically not edited | won't be linking the rest of the series on this post

A few days ended up turning into a few weeks, and I could tell that Jayce fell into the same trap that I did. I had come here for comfort and ended up liking the interaction so much that I couldn’t leave. Jayce had come here to do something uncomfortable and ended up not being able to do it because he knew that the people around him loved him. He hadn’t intended to stay long but ended up falling into routine with us, the same way that I had when it was only Viktor and me.

The three of us had even started to sleep in bed together. Before now, Viktor would occasionally cuddle me if one of us was in a bad mood. He initiated affection often when I was tired or uncomfortable, but other than that, he wasn’t much of a cuddler at all. However, ever since Jayce came, we had all been inseparable. Jayce usually slept in the middle—sometimes swapping with me—and held onto Viktor as I held onto him. It was nice. It was comfortable. It did, unfortunately, remind me of our old trysts, though.

This was one of those days that I had woken up before the others. It didn’t happen often as Viktor would usually rise early to finish a lot of the simpler chores and make sure that we had enough food for breakfast. However, I was grateful for when it did happen because I got to look at the two men next to me and just… think about the situation I was in. I had found out some of the most horrible, traumatizing information about myself after being kidnapped. I ran away to find the only person who could understand me. I told off my mother. And then my ex-lover had found his way to us and joined us in our little community.

Things had come about in a rather awful way, but I couldn’t say that I wasn’t content with the way things were going. I really liked being reconnected with Jayce. He and I ended on the wrong foot, but I never truly stopped caring about him—I cared about him a little too much, actually. And I wasn’t quite sure if his decision to stay was a testament to his still having affection for me or his liking for Viktor. I feared that it may have been the latter, but I didn’t mind.

I had also started to feel myself become drawn to Viktor. I had realized this before Jayce joined us at the commune, but the feelings definitely became more potent after watching the man I had grown to be affectionate with caress the man that I had bedded in the past. Although the interaction was never anything but wholesome, it made a pool of warmth fill my gut.

I’d been left wanting a lot lately, not having much time to myself. Although I was still in bed with the others, I figured that maybe it would be okay just this once, since they were asleep and all. I held my hand in front of my face, wondering if I should really go through with what I was thinking… My nails had gotten quite long since coming to the commune, and the color was starting to chip. I would have to ask Viktor to get my nails done when he woke up.

I slipped my hand under the blanket, trailing it down my stomach before reaching the hem of my shorts. I played with the fabric, still a bit nervous about my actions. I used my other hand to tug my shorts down a bit, making them feel less tight on my stomach before slipping my other hand under my shorts and into my panties. I couldn’t help but make a small noise of discomfort as I found my clit effortlessly, rubbing in a slow circle as I attempted to get myself off.

I knew that it would be difficult for me to cum without anything inside of me, but I didn’t have any toys at the commune and my nails were so sharp that I worried I might cut myself. This just had to do for now. It didn’t take very long for me to get wet, making it much easier for me to glide my fingers along the skin. It started to feel much more comfortable as I sped up, breath hitching as I tried not to move closer to either of the men—of course, this was the one time they had decided to let me sleep in the middle. I was two seconds away from release where I felt a thin arm wrap around my stomach under the cover and grab my arm. I halted my movement as Viktor hummed, “What’re you doing?”

I didn’t know what to say. I felt like I couldn’t breathe as the heat rose all the way from my core to my face. This was possibly the most embarrassing thing I’d ever experienced in my life as I attempted to roll over so that I was facing The Herald.

“Don’t you know it’s not polite to touch yourself next to someone’s sleeping body?” The man raised an eyebrow at me, but he didn’t actually look all that mad. In fact, he looked almost amused to have caught me. His voice was low and teasing as he hummed, “You weren’t even hiding it well. You were moving your hand so fast that your whole body was practically squirming.”

“Well, not all of us are able to go months without release,” I huffed, trying to get my hand out of my pants, but Viktor pushed it back.

He hummed and closed his eyes, “Don’t stop on my account. By all means, do whatever you need to do.”

“You are not asking me to masturbate in front of you,” I scoffed and rolled my eyes, tugging on my hand once more. He didn’t fight it this time, clearly not wanting to make me uncomfortable despite the playful banter.

“Unless you want my help…” He started.

That’s all it took for everything to snap into place. Less than five minutes after he uttered those words, he was on top of me, kissing my neck as I tried not to moan. He had completely taken off my shorts and panties, fingers moving inside of me with ungodly precision. I dug my fingers into his back, “Fuck… you’re gonna wake up Jayce. Slow down a little.”

“Hmm, maybe we should wake him up,” Viktor mumbled against my skin. “You didn’t seem to mind playing with yourself next to him, so what’s the difference if I help you out a little bit?”

My eyes rolled as his fingers sped up, pressure building up in all the right places, “Viktor—Stop, I’m gonna…”

I gasped, legs spasming as I came around his fingers. A string of moans left my lips as he rode me through my orgasm. I was trying to be quiet, but it was practically impossible at this point. I wasn’t surprised when Jayce’s eyes opened.

At first, he was just tired and confused about what all the noise was for. He rolled over and tried to wrap his arms around my stomach before he realized there was an extra body on mine. After a little bit of grumbling, his eyes widened. He was fully awake almost as soon as he realized what happened. He sat up quickly and asked, “What the fuck?”

“Good morning,” I hesitated. I felt so floaty and calm but knew the situation was bad. “Sorry.”

He frowned down at me before staring at Viktor with narrowed eyes, “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You’ve already slept with her,” Viktor shrugged. “Besides, she was being all needy… it was probably best to give it to her right away.”

Jayce huffed and laid his head on my shoulder, “You didn’t have to leave me out…”

“I can make it up to you later,” Viktor rolled off of me, laying his head on my other shoulder as he moved his slick hand to Jayce’s bicep. “You know you’re not mad at me. Not really.”

Jayce leaned over me to place a gentle kiss to Viktor’s mouth—which was the first time, to my knowledge, that they were physically involved. Viktor didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss almost immediately. A moan escaped Jayce’s mouth as Viktor reached his hand to the other side of the bed to grab Jayce’s ass, pulling him close to my side and forcing me to feel his morning wood press against my skin. This was going to be a long morning.