#I TRIED to keep it short and it pretty much is ... 😌

[huyaoxiaozi]

@feilien | CONT.

Getting out of bed that morning had been more difficult than ever before. Matt was here, peacefully asleep in his arms, warmth and safety enveloping them both, even if it was temporary. He'd wanted nothing more than to stay there for as long as Matt wanted; he wouldn't have cared if it had been all day long. Having the chance to laze in bed all day with someone he adored sounded heavenly.

Unfortunately, Li Ming had a job for him to do nearby — so, Zane had carefully extracted himself from Matt so he wouldn't wake him and briefly went to get the sketching supplies to keep him busy whenever he woke. It was the best way he could think of to still take care of Matt even while he was away, in more ways than one. Then there was nothing left to do but to get the job done.

When he returned hours later, the apartment was dark. At first, Zane thought Matt must still be asleep — but, when he flipped on the light switch, he saw Matt hunched over the sketchbook, drawing away. Their eyes met and Zane couldn't have stopped the warm, affectionate crooked smile that tugged at his lips if he'd tried. He set their take out bags on the counter first then approached Matt from behind where he sat on the couch. Zane leaned down to wrap his arms around Matt's shoulders with a sigh as he peered at what he'd been working on. With a swell of pride, he saw that several pages had already been used.

Zane nudged the side of Matt's head with his own. ❝Was there a reason you've been drawing in the dark this whole time? You're already practically blind,❞ he teased lightly, his voice a low rumble close to Matt ear… and then, he was already pressing a kiss against the others jaw, a couple against his neck, breathing him in. Zane just couldn't help himself.

[scented-morker]

Enha when 8th member s/o has a stage accident

8th member au, fem reader, mentions of electrocution in jw + rk’s, requested!!, 1345 words not proofread

Heeseung

He was internally screaming as soon as he saw you getting ready

You guys always like to give each other fashion shows of your outfits before performing

Like "babe look!" And then strut strut strut pose "slay me!!" 😆😆

But he knew immediately that you did not feel very slayful in your outfit

You were literally yanking it down after every step you took because it was already short and just kept riding up

You give him a "What do you think? 😕"

And he's like "I think you would look really good in a pair of pants 😁"

But the stylists don't have anything else so you have to go out in it

He keeps giving you nervous looks from across the stage

Anytime he crosses in front of you or anything he tries to cover you up or block the camera so you can readjust

Literally texts THE FREAKING CEO like "I'm concerned about the outfits given to yn, she can't perform her best while being so clearly uncomfortable"

"I'm concerned about the entire world realizing you're in love with her, but I guess I can talk to the styling staff 🤷🏻‍♀️"

OKAY BANG PD CALL HIM OUT ON THE SIMPERY LIKE THAT

But you never get an uncomfortably short outfit again... Heelift indeed 😌

Jay

Someone did not think this through 😭

You're doing your killing part in one of the songs on music bank

So obviously the camera guy gets closer to zoom in on you (werk👏👏)

BUT THEN he immediately moves to camera above your head to find Sunghoon and just WALKS INTO YOUR FACE

Ik y'all have seen that wonyo fancam... that's what I'm talking about

You literally make the most horrified face bc THIS MANS CROCH IS IN YOUR FACE

Screw professionalism, you're traumatized 😀

But man jays face is WORSE 😭😭

He's SO MAD like angry eyebrows and everything bc YOU JUST GOT VIOLATED ON LIVE TELEVISION

Walks up to you in the middle of the performance and checks on you

"Are you okay? 🥺"

You're like "yeah, talk after" and go back to performing

At the end when you drop down to a similar pose he goes in front of you 😭😭

It's fine because it wasn't your ending fairy but everyone is on Twitter like "he protects them so well 😭"

He rly does 🫶🫶 and starts a petition to at least get female camera operators next time

Jake

You guys were performing at a festival in the rain (wow so safe)

And everyone has talked before hand about being extra careful so you didn't slip

But it was such a big crowd!!! And it was your favorite song!!!

So you maybe went a little bit harder than you should have 🫣

... and fell on your face mid performance

I'm sorry but he laughs 😭😭

Like he sees you down out of the corner of his eye

Just 💃🕳 and then nothing

You give him such a dirty look when he laughs bc "YOURE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME STOP LAUGHING!!"

So ofc he runs over after and helps you up + gives you a big hug ❤️❤️

"I'm sorry, you just looked so funny!!"

So you smack him again of course because "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK FUNNY" 😠

But he kisses your boo boo scraped knees (which of course everyone LOSES IT watching) and looks up at you with a smirk 😫😫

I CANT 😵‍💫

Sunghoon

You pretty much always had to wear heels to perform because you were so much shorter than the boys

But today man you had some BIG STOMPERS ON

Like platforms and big heels, the whole thing

And at first Hoon just laughs at you 😭😭

"You really need all that extra height?" Then he stands next to you and realizes you're still not as tall as him "and it doesn't even work!!" 😆😆

He's having the time of his life until you smack him (except he makes you kiss him after so still a win for him honestly)

But then once you guys are performing he notices that you're not moving your legs as freely as usual 🤔 (we love an observant partner <33)

He gives you a 🤷🏻‍♀️ from across the stage and you mouth back "heavy... and too big"

It's a concert and not a like show performance so he just walks over and TAKES YOUR SHOES OFF 😭😭

Like, bends down, unlaces them, takes them off and sets them by the side of the stage

You're like wow he's so sweet omg 😆 but then he goes "now you're short again" with the biggest smile and then runs away

So much for that... enjoy your sock performance 😻

Sunoo

Honestly it was really bad for you but kinda good for him 😭

You guys were performing at a fan meeting and they were gonna shoot like fireworks out at the end !!

And everyone knew it, but you were in the bathroom when they told everyone the specifics 🫣

So you were out just like casually performing, not really doing all of the choreo

More so just singing and running back and forth on the stage to say hi to everyone 🫶

But then the fireworks shootout 😭 and you were literally RIGHT NEXT TO THEM

And you’re so freaked out and they were so close and loud and you fall on your butt 😁

And the boys don’t realize it at first because they’re interacting with fans

But when you fall the whole crowd gasps 😭😭 and they’re like ????

And then Sunoo sees you on the floor half crawling away from the fireworks THAT ARE STILL SHOOTING OUT

He feels bad but he also thinks it’s really cute (😒)

But of course he helps you up 😁

And then he drags you around with him for the rest of the time

Like no you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself anymore, he is holding your hand and you are going TOGETHER

Jungwon

Listen he is MAD

Like Leader Won was on high alert all day because it's been storming on and off

He was worried someone was gonna slip

But it was 10x worse 😭

You had turned your head to do a part of the choreo and some of the rain water got into your in ear

LITERALLY ELECTROCUTED YOU

It's giving Benjamin Franklin sunbaenim 😻😻

You were center for that part so all of the boys just saw you jump from the shock and then fall into a crouch covering your ears

He is IMMEDIATELY on it, running up to you and taking them out of your ears and escorting you off stage

He lowkey yells at the staff (🫣) bc "the performance should have been cancelled and now Yn's hurt!"

He doesn't want to leave you, but he has to go finish the rest of the performance

But once you're back home, he's not leaving your side

Chilling in a dark room with soft music playing so your ears don't hurt 🫶🫶

He's trending for like a week because of how scary he was 😭

Riki

Riki is the opposite of Jungwon 😭

Like he was having the time of his life performing and then he sees you drop and goes through all five stages of grief at the same time

Runs over "are you okay?!"

Except he yelled and you just got YOUR EARS ELECTROCUTED so you clutch your ears tighter bc it hurt

Once he sees you crying ITS OVER

Literally picks you up and takes you backstage, yelling to any staff in a thirty foot radius that he needs help ☹️

They lay you down in a stretcher and take you out to make sure you don't have like permanent ear drum damage or anything and he's just standing there like 😨

He has no idea what to do with himself

"Can I go with them? Please please please?"

So they let him of course bc he's cute and he WILL NOT let go of your hand for the entire time you're being treated until you're back in the dorms laid on his bed 🥹

He’s so clingy for like a week after because he was just so scared and he never wants to be away from you ☹️

[hysteria-things]

based off of this

NSFW ALPHABET

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: some of these are inspired by the nate nation anons AND one will be a little teaser for bereal😌

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

gives you the princess treatment! he will specifically tell you to not get up from the bed. thirsty? he’ll grab you a water. hungry? he’ll grab you a snack.

afterwards, you are rewarded with the most amazing cuddles. he’ll lay on top of you and nuzzle into you softly.

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

he LOVES when you scratch up and leave hickeys on his torso region, including his back. nate has no issue showing off your marks, even if it’s out in public.

if you’re the sturniolo’s little sister in this scenario, for their sanity and his safety, he’ll cover everything if you guys hang out with them.

in all honesty, he just adores your face. he’ll squish your cheeks every chance he gets, or cup your face every time you guys kiss. the way it contorts in pleasure when he’s fucking you sends him over the edge.

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

on rare occasions will cum inside you, but that’s the last resort. oh my god, the way he will always paint your body with his cum.

when you suck his dick, he’ll spurt his cum all over your face. other times, he’ll pull out and either smear it on your ass, chest, or stomach.

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

when you’re not around and he’s super horny, he’ll hump his pillow to get off because he doesn’t like touching himself if you’re not there. it’s pathetic how many pairs of the poor boy’s underwear got ruined.

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

has maybe one or two bodies before you, but he doesn’t like to count them since they were hookups.

but he 100% knows what he’s doing. he will never disappoint with the way he fucks his girl.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

COWGIRL OR DOGGY. for cowgirl, he wants to see your facial expressions and your tits bouncing right in front of him.

when it comes to doggy, he ain’t stopping. let’s just say, you won’t be able to walk for days…

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

nate’s an extremely goofy person outside the bedroom, but when he’s going to town, he’s as serious as ever. you have a thing for the way he can change how he acts in such a short amount of time.

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

he got some hair, but tries to maintain it as much as he can. will NOT deal with the itching of it being bald. (he learned his lesson from the last time)

you, on the other hand, are cleanshaven. in the beginning of the relationship, he said he didn’t mind if you had hair or not. however, this was your decision and he’s perfectly fine with it.

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

will hold you like his life depends on it. face in the crook of your neck while he praises you for how good you take him and how well you’re doing.

like the first time you guys had sex (in his treehouse🥰), you were a virgin. was the gentlest with you and asked if you were okay every three minutes.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

the only time it’s acceptable to jack off is if he’s on the phone with you. you will either 1. talk him through it or 2. discuss how your day went.

however, he will purposely edge and overstimulate himself to the point where his eyes start to water and his hand gets cramped. his dick will be swollen and red, leaking pre-cum as he pumps his fist rapidly up and down.

“p-please. please keep talking, baby.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

a sucker for dacryphilia and hair pulling. something about hearing you sob from pleasure makes him feral. like holy shit he’ll keep going until you beg him to stop and use your safe word.

pounding you from behind, he’ll grip your hair tight, and if you don’t listen to whatever demand he throws at you, he’ll pull it. hard.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

either his/your bed or oddly the floor. i don’t know, it seems like the floor can help him go deeper by how hard and stable it is.

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

he’s so sensitive that seeing you stand there has him bricked up to the fullest!

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

he DESPISES when you call yourself ugly. if you talk bad about yourself, he’ll fuck the daylights out of you until you say that you’re pretty.

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

giving you the best head of your life is his number one priority. nate will eat you out nose deep until you cry, like always, and has no intent of stopping. you’ll cum so many times that you won’t be able to think straight and stars will take over your eyesight.

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

fast and rough. the only time he went slow and sensual is when he took your virginity. bro is the definition of pound town.

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

if you guys are out shopping or at a party and he’s bored, he’ll drag you to the bathroom and fuck you fast against the door.

he needs at least something for entertainment.

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

barely, but if you come up to him to ask to try something new, he’ll respect your wishes.

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

he can be exhausted and will STILL keep going. surprisingly, he’ll do four. nate just loves you and loves dicking you down so much that he doesn’t want it to end.

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

to be honest, you guys aren’t a fan of that stuff. he would never admit this, but the thought of you using some toy instead of him will make him feel a little insecure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

likes to have his hands full and will grab your ass no matter what you’re doing. you get all flustered and it makes him tease you even more.

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

name a sound, and he’s doing it.

whimpering, moaning, groaning, grunting… literally everything. he’ll purposely do it in your ear because he knows that makes your legs shake.

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

once, he was railing into you hard when his bereal notification went off. because he turns into a cocky son of a gun when in private, he grabbed his phone off the night stand, lifted your head up from the pillows, and put the camera in your face to take a picture of how fucked out you looked.

the reactions under his post were priceless.

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

body wise, short king nate is BUFF and has abs. the magic in his pants is huge.

in his words, he calls it “the nate-a-tron 5000.”

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

wants to fuck you every second on every surface all day.

doesn’t help when you’re bending over and he comes up behind you and grabs your hips, thrusting his clothed boner into your thighs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

two words: out cold.

one time you for real thought he was dead.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[theanimeroom]

DREAMING ABOUT…

SFW

💎 bf!baji who wakes you up with a rough “g’mornin princess” right before placing the softest kiss on your forehead

💎 bf!baji who initially tried to kiss you on the lips and only rolled his eyes when you complained about “morning breath”, whatever that is

💎 bf!baji who takes twice as long as you in the shower, yet is still somehow ready before you are.

💎 bf!baji who to your surprise, actually knows his way around a kitchen. the first time he ever made you breakfast your eyes followed him in amazement as he made the best omelette you’ve ever tasted

💎 bf!baji who definitely got into a fight trying to protect you. he couldn’t stand watching you shift in place uncomfortably because the dude in front of you couldn’t take a fucking hint, so he did what he had to do

💎 bf!baji who also apologized to you when you were finally alone, because he would never want to scare you :(

💎 bf!baji who despite his serious and gruff demeanor, is actually quite clumsy and just a little bit dumb 👌🏽

💎 bf!baji who will also ask you “hey babe, have you seen my glasses?” while staring at you through the prescribed lenses 👓

💎 bf!baji who nearly suffocates you at the front door while leaving for work because although he does love his animals at the store, he’d much rather stay home and hover behind you all day 🫶🏽

💎 bf!baji who sends you cute texts at work when there’s no customers because he’s bored :(

come visit me i miss you >:(

bby i’m in class

…and?

💎 bf!baji who adores you in his clothes. when you first started dating, he found it a bit annoying that his favorite shirts and hoodies would go missing, but when he finally saw you wearing one of his old band t-shirts while cleaning? he was putty in your hands

💎 bf!baji who comes home to find you in a pair of shorts and one of his shirts on the couch, and immediately crushed you with his body while smothering you with kisses

💎 bf!baji who pouts when you get out of bed at anytime because he’s tired but can’t seem to go to sleep unless his nose is buried in your hair and his arms have you trapped against him 🥺

💎 bf!baji who will do absolutely anything for you. it doesn’t matter the request, just tell him what to do and he’s got it. order out for dinner tonight? sure thing. you want to watch movies and lay on his chest? he’s at your beck and call. want him to jump off a cliff? just let him know how high bby 😌

NSFW BELOW THE CUT…

NSFW

💎 bf!baji who thinks you’re the prettiest when his cock is shoved down your throat, eyes wide and glassy as you struggle to take all of him. you gag reflexively when your nose bumps his pubic bone, and the sight only makes his jaw clench and dick throb

💎 bf!baji who actually laughs when you beg for him to slow down his thrusts, your words only inspiring him to move faster because why would he stop when you make such pretty noises?

💎 bf!baji who groans low and deep in your ear, sending shivers straight down your spine and between your legs. he’ll never tell you that he does it on purpose, just to feel the way your thighs tighten around him and pull him in closer

💎 bf!baji who definitely didn’t get a mirror installed above his bed so he could get a good view of you from all angles :)

💎 bf!baji who eats you out like a mad man. if your hands weren’t tied to the headboard then they were laced in his hair, yanking on bundle after bundle as you tried to simultaneously push him away and bring him closer

💎 bf!baji who openly admits to loving getting his hair pulled, and sends a shockwave of vibrations against your clit every time you tug a little harder than necessary

💎 bf!baji who partakes in the nastiest make out sessions. wherever you are, if he manages to get his lips on yours, expect his tongue to be exploring your mouth while you attempt to keep his straying hands at bay

💎 bf!baji who will spit in your mouth before pressing his tongue against yours again. you haven’t gotten the chance to breath in a while and once you finally manage to pull away, there’s a trail of saliva connecting your lips. like i said, n a s t y.

💎 bf!baji who is very much banned from PDA because you’re tired of scarring the old ladies that are shopping in the clothing aisle at walmart

💎 bf!baji who can say the most vile shit in bed. you knew the man wasn’t one for niceties, but you couldn’t stop your cunt from clenching around him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the filth he spewed your way

“aww, what’s wrong baby? i thought you said you could take it?” “uh uh, don’t run from me. you asked for this, now take my cock like a good little cocksleeve.” “oh? did you like that baby? your cunt just squeezed around me so tight- fuck.”

💎 bf!baji who isn’t super vocal in bed, unless he’s close to coming. the most you could usually get out of him was a slightly strained grunt, which he did on purpose, but when you caught him on the right day, he would slur profanities into your ear, much to your happiness

“please baby, fuck.” “keep fucking me like that,” “you feel so fucking good wrapped around me…” “shit, just like that princess” “you’re gonna make me come.”

💎 bf!baji who wasn’t too keen on using toys in the bedroom, until he watched your legs shake for the umpteenth time as he held your vibrator against your overly sensitive clit. he wasn’t sure what exactly enthralled him the way it did, but he was willing to continue experimenting until he figured it out

💎 bf!baji who definitely fucked you in the back of his store while chifuyuu helped out a customer. the boy knew exactly what was happening the moment you two snuck into the storage area, his face turning beet red as he rung up a 10lb bag of dog food

💎bf!baji who is a bit of an exhibitionist, but let someone try and take a peek at you without his permission and watch how fast you lose the ability to use your eyes

💎 bf!baji who will choke you until you’re blue during one round, then hold your hand while moaning about how good you feel the next. there’s never a dull moment with this one

💎 bf!baji who makes you worried that the next time you look in the mirror after having sex, there will be a bald spot waiting to surprise you with how rough he pulls on the locks when giving you back shots

💎bf!baji who’s favorite position is doggy. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

💎 bf!baji who doesn’t stop until you’re sweaty, weak and begging for a few minutes to rest. luckily enough for you, those few minutes were all baji needed to slip into a deep slumber until the next morning when he’ll just wake up and start again :)

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Okay so. Jennifer Check x Male! reader. She asks them out so she can eat him, tries to seduce them on the date. But. Starts to fall for him/catch feelings. She's never felt this way before, especially with a guy who's supposed to be her prey. Angst upon angst, miscommunications. Ends with fluff. Thank you 😌

honestly I feel as though thats pretty much the only way a real relationship between her and a guy who she has feelings for would actually end up working out after the demon possession-

hope you like what I came up with! ✨

Not Like the Others (Jennifer Check x reader)

Warnings: mentions of murder/cannibalism, swearing/vulgar language, angst, Jen's kind of a bitch (but what else is new), Jen purposely hurts reader's feelings but she ends up apologizing, brief bullying, fluffy ending

Jennifer hated you. You were absolutely infuriating to her in so many different ways, but the biggest one was the fact that you made it damn near impossible not to love.

It started when she asked you out as a means to get a quick fuck with an even quicker meal afterwards. Of course you agreed, just like she knew you would. After all, who could say no to her?

She invited you to the park at night, which should've been a major red flag right from the start- except you were much too caught up in trying to not make yourself look stupid and hopefully impress her to worry about it too much.

Wow, cute and stupid, is what she thought when you actually showed up, fifteen minutes before you were supposed to at that. Too bad she planned on eating you, otherwise you might've been nice to keep around, like a pet of sorts.

Before she could tempt you into having sex with her by using one of her vulgar openings, you presented her with a bouquet of black roses. "I would've gotten you red, but this seemed to be more your style," you explained shyly, a nervous look on your face.

That stopped her short, and even made her rethink what she was doing. None of her past dates had ever brought anything to the table other than cheap smelling cologne and even cheaper condoms. And yet here you were, going out of your way to make her feel important. To make her feel appreciated. To make her feel wanted.

Jennifer eyed you suspiciously as she took the bouquet, seeing if she could figure out what kind of angle you were trying to work here. You simply smiled in turn, your eyes holding nothing but generosity and care. It almost made her feel bad for having to rip your throat out later. Almost.

"Oh, um... thanks. No one's ever gotten me flowers before." She flashed you an over the top smile as a form of flattery, but you were much too focused on her words to notice.

"What? Never?" Once again, she was taken back by just how concerned you seemed to be. "A pretty girl like you, I would've thought you must get things like this all the time."

"Um, yeah, no. But thanks." At this point she was starting to get a bit irritated. The more you spoke, the more she was starting to feel a bit guilty for luring you here to eat you.

"Oh. Well, I was a bit surprised when you asked me out, to be quite honest," you said with a nervous laugh. "I didn't think you'd ever notice a guy like me, y'know? I mean, it's not like I stand out or anything." If you kept talking, she was just going to have to kill you right then and there, sexual gratification be damned.

"I thought you were cute, from what I'd seen of you," Jennifer seductively purred, dropping the bouquet on the ground so she could use both of her hands to feel up your chest in an attempt to turn the conversation over to something less PG.

You frowned slightly, leaning down to pick up the flowers for her. "You dropped these," you said in a somewhat shy tone, holding them out to her again.

It took everything in her to suppress an eye roll. "I know I dropped them. I did it on purpose." She spoke through gritted teeth, trying to ignore just how much you were starting to get on her nerves.

The frown on your face deepened. "But... why? Don't you like them?" The expression on your face mirrored the confusion and hurt in your voice. You looked like a kicked puppy who didn't understand what just happened.

She let out a loud sigh of exasperation, now visibly annoyed. "Yes, obviously I like them, but I didn't ask you out just to stand around and talk all night. I asked you out because of how... tasty you look." Technically it wasn't a lie, although you didn't have to know she meant it in both a figurative and literal way.

"So you don't actually like me?" You asked in a pitiful manner, and if Jennifer's heart still worked properly there was a good chance it would've broken from that alone. Why couldn't you have just been another misogynistic asshole? It would've made it so much easier for her to kill you.

"Look-" she began, trying to think of the best way to get this night back on track. Dealing with a guy's fear was one thing, but it was entirely different having to deal with their heartache.

"I really only asked you out because I thought you'd only be interested in sex and nothing more, okay? If I'd have known you were going to get all emotional on me, I wouldn't have even bothered wasting my time on you in the first place."

Perhaps her words were a bit harsh, but she was hoping she'd said something along the way that would make you pissed off at her. At least then she could finally kill you without feeling guilty about it. Imagine her surprise when the next thing she heard coming from you was the sound of quiet sobs.

"I- I thought you liked me-" You choked out through your tears as you went to cover your face with your hands. The bouquet fell back on the ground, but this time you didn't even bother to pick it up again. "All my- my friends told me that you didn't really care, but I didn't want to believe them-"

This was her chance. It would be so easy just to kill and eat you right then and there, when you were distracted with your pathetic human emotions. No one would ever know she was involved. The police would probably chalk it up to another random bear attack. So why couldn't she do it?

The still human part of her almost wanted to comfort you, but even before the possession, fragility and sympathizing with others wasn't exactly her strong suit. Torn between eating you to get you to shut up and reassuring you that you'd done nothing wrong, she chose the secret third option: she left.

Despite everything that she'd been through regarding men screwing her over, and as much as she wished she could just kill you and be done with it, she couldn't. Something about you was different from all the other guys she'd encountered before.

You weren't like the others, and that both delighted and frustrated her to no end. Especially when it meant she wouldn't be getting any sort of meal for the night.

When Jennifer saw you at school the next day, your eyes were just as red and puffy as they'd been on the so called date, almost as if you'd spent the whole night crying. Figures.

Obviously you'd finally realized what a little cunt you were being and the once in a lifetime opportunity you'd missed to screw her. Those were the thoughts going through her mind as she passed by you in the hallway.

She fully expected you to chase after her, begging and pleading on your hands and knees for her to take you back. But you didn't. In fact, the moment you saw her your bottom lip began to tremble and you turned away, presumably to hide a fresh onslaught of tears.

Now that really started to tug at her heartstrings. Here was this cute guy who genuinely liked her and was actually really excited to spend some time getting to know her rather than just use her for sex, and she'd fucked up her chance with you by being her usual bitchy self.

She kept making her way down the hall until she heard the loud taunts of a group of jocks just within earshot. Her blood began to boil as she turned around and saw you backed up against a set of lockers, surrounded by overgrown douchebags on all sides. If you hadn't been crying before, you certainly were now.

Growling, she threw down her books and stormed over, getting in between you and them. You were so overwhelmed by the situation you couldn't remember all that was said, but there were certainly a large slew of profanities thrown their way from her end.

Once they were gone, she turned to face you, trying to ignore the guilt she felt at the way you flinched. "Just leave me alone. I know you don't really care," you mumbled sadly, looking down.

Jennifer sighed, knowing it was her fault for the way you were acting. "Look, I'm sorry for the way I treated you last night, okay? I'm not used to people actually caring about getting to know me, for something other than just my body." She sounded a bit stiff when apologizing, but this wasn't something she did, ever, so it was no wonder it sounded so rehearsed.

"You are?" You asked quietly in disbelief, sniffling some. "I- I had hoped you would know that I actually liked you. I would never want you to think I only care about your- your physical attributes."

She rolled her eyes playfully at the way you referred to her body and good looks. "Well, now I know." She hesitantly reached out and took your hand before speaking again. "I'd love to go on another date with you. A real one this time, as a take two of sorts. I promise not to pressure you into anything."

Her cold heart warmed at the sight of a smile on your face. "R- Really? I- I'd love that," you happily agreed as you gripped tightly onto her hand with your own.

"I'm glad to hear it," she purred in a low voice, smirking at the visible shiver it caused in you. "Come on, I'll walk you to class." She laced her fingers through yours and started with you back down the hall.

Maybe she didn't hate you as much as she tried to make it out to be. After all, you were both sensitive and sweet, nothing like what she'd initially thought. You really weren't all that bad. For a guy, anyway.

She fully planned on upholding her end of the bargain; she wouldn't try to have sex with you until you were ready. But once you were? Oh, she was going to have the time of her life absolutely wrecking you.

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[huckleberrykai]

txt ~ squish

pairing: txt x fem!reader scenario: how txt react to their chubby!gf in a tight/revealing outfit warnings: very suggestive, reader is chubby, mentions of insecurity in gyu's n yeonjun's notes: THBAKU PEACH FOR SUGGESTING THIS i was just gonna do little thoughts but brain went brr so here's some proper hcs! i hope u like :3

soobin:

he gets so shy

it's your 5th date and soobin is absolutely smitten with you - confident that this time around he's gonna at least kiss you.

but then you turn up wearing the cutest tight little off shoulder cropped shirt with lacy detailing.

he thinks its absolutely adorable, but he can't help but let his eyes wander to your plush chest spilling out of the top and your squishy belly poking out between the shirt and your jeans waistband. your thighs look so cute too, squished and plushy in the skinny denim trousers.

he just wants to squish you so badly

it's all he can think about for most of the date, and once it's over he wants to kill two birds with one stone.

standing on your porch not wanting to leave, soobin finally goes in for the kiss - which is of course happily reciprocated !

his hands land on your waist... until one starts to wander to hover over your tummy - feather light loving touches that you lean into.

when you break away from the kiss he still doesn't let go, one hand on your waist keeping you close while he caresses your squishy centre. he can't help but give you another peck, whispering against your lips~

"you're so cute.. so warm n squishy... Y/N do you wanna be my girlfriend?"

you laugh at him a little but agree happily

"you like my squish?" you'd ask with a grin

he pulls you in for a big hug and hides in your neck, nodding against your shoulder.

"mhm~ so pretty. 'wanna hold you for as long as you let me <;3"

yeonjun:

he wants to eat you

like straight up push you on the bed and RAVISH you

yeonjun loves your ass so much he's such an ass guy to me

so when you're getting ready to go to your friend's birthday party and you come in wearing a short, tight little red dress that hugs all of your curves .. he doesn't even wanna go to the party anymore.

not that he even did to begin with

"does this look okay? doesn't make me look gross n fat?"

*catoonish record scratch*

yeonjun malfunctions.

"baby you look so fuckin sexy i don't even wanna let you go out. nothing could make you look gross~ you're a goddess. remember that alright?"

he pulls you over to stand between his legs where he sits on the bed and just runs his hands all over you, leaving little squeezes on your butt and thighs, little kisses trailing around your middle where he can reach from his seated position.

"you sure you even wanna go? or we can stay home and i can show you just how sexy i think you are?"

he smiles up at you so deviously

and when he smirks at you like that... well... you never really liked that friend anyway x

definitely tries to convince you to wear more tight fitting clothes in the future after that. seeing all of your jiggle through a sexy satin outfit just sends him reeling.

he buys things for you and leaves them out on the bed as a little hint that he wants you to have confidence in how sexy you are 😌

beomgyu:

beomgyu had always found you attractive the whole time you were friends.

he was just so scared you'd reject him and that he wasn't enough for you - you're perfect in his eyes and he thought you deserved the best.

that doesn't stop him from flirting tho

especially when you decide to have a lil casual bestie sleepover in your pjs and you walk in wearing your comfiest nightdress ~ that just so happens to be a little tight around your boobs and tummy.

he almost starts drooling. you never really wear tight clothes and he just wants to touch you so bad :(

so he makes an excuse and starts a little tickle fight just so he can touch you.

he relishes in your laughs and takes your distracted giggles as an opportunity to squish your belly.

he only stops when you look panicked

"gyu- gyu! don't touch my stomach..! don't like it.. 's ugly..."

he feels his heart break into a million pieces

"no it's not! it's adorable! every part of you is adorable, i like every little bit of you Y/N."

*suprised pikachu face*

you're even more surprised when he shifts down your bed to press some kisses to your belly over your nightdress.

"i like you so much Y/N. you never need to hide from me cutie~"

and when you tell him you like him too he settles in next to you to watch a movie, cuddling up and rubbing your plush belly like it's his favourite thing in the world :>

taehyun:

taehyun decided to take you shopping as a fun little date for your two week anniversary

so he happily sits out in the boyfriend chair while you try on some new clothes !

you're comfortable with your body, and you know taehyun doesn't care what you look like as long as you're healthy and happy, so you decide to pick out some tighter things to try on that are a bit more out of your comfort zone to see what he thinks.

you knowwww you're hot shit

and when you step out in a dress with tight fitting top and flowy skirt with some cutouts around the waist ... taehyun looks up from his phone and nearly faints

he isn't used to seeing you in anything like it, and to say he thought you looked stunning was an understatement.

"woah... how did i get so lucky?"

he rubs his hands over the cutouts and squishes your soft skin gently. he eyes your boobs poking out of the top, and the little rolls peeking out of the cutouts, then your thick thighs - he feels himself losing strength T-T

"how about i buy you this then take you out somewhere nice and show you off hm beautiful?"

you notice him struggling to keep his composure

so when you whisper to him and suggest he just take you home and tear it off of you instead... he definitely isn't saying no.

he buys you some pretty lingerie on the way out too... you're in for a long night of being worshipped like a goddess.

"think you can handle me, tyun?"

"oh sweetheart, i know i can."

hueningkai:

kai our number one chub lover

it'll be early in your relationship when kai offers to bring you to help him pick out a christmas tree for his dorm

having only been on dates and hanging out in the cold autumn and winter, kai had only ever really seen you in big hoodies (which he thought you looked adorable in) or with a coat over your outfits

so when you choose his tree and get home and you're wearing a tight turtleneck sweater and thick leggings to keep you warm... baby boy is SWOONING

he's obsessed with the way the tight, thick fabric clings to your every bump and curve, and the way your leggings stretch out over your thick booty >.<

you try to talk to him about the decorations you're gonna put on it but he's just like 🧍🏻

eventually you drag him out of his daze and get him to help you decorate

and he even offers to lift you up so you can put the star on top :')

and so he can hold your love handles and get a good view of ur butt

he's just. in love

and he tells you that ! for the first time :')

"thank you for helping me decorate, beautiful. you look gorgeous today by the way~ and every day. merry christmas cutie, i love you <;3"

bonus ~ he definitely asks you to make him some christmas cookies, both because he loves your baking AND because he can 'help' by standing behind you and giving you belly rubs~ which definitely turn to less wholesome touches while the cookies are baking hehe

sucks when you have to break off from him smothering your stomach with hickies on the couch to take them out of the oven LOL

i didnt know which taglist to use so i went nsfw since it's a lilll suggestive >.<

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[intimacyequalsdeath]

Hiya! I was wondering if I could request #6, #7, and #40 with Lester Sinclair please? If you could add some fluff to whatever you decide to do with this ask I'd absolutely love it thank you so much 😌💗

Thank you for the request anon! The prompts the anon requested are as follows: Prompt 6: "Be good while I'm gone yeah?" Prompt 7: "I told you to stay in the car" Prompt 40: "I want to hear the noises you make"

For future requests the prompt list is HERE

Notes: Minors DNI, No specific descriptions of reader or pronouns are used. Tw: Canon typical violence. NSFW themes. Guns talked about and used in one part.

Lester pressed his mouth against yours as he pushed you against the blanket covered ground. The two of you had managed to sneak off for some time by yourselves as Bo and Vincent took care of a new group of hitchhikers passing through Ambrose. Lester had taken you to a private little clearing somewhere on the outskirts of the ghost town.

You bit back a moan as Lester moved his lips from your mouth down to your neck, only taking them off to softly reprimand you.

"Naw darlin' c'mon, I want to hear the noises you make"

"Lester, I think- we should get back"

You said between pants of breath as Lester moved his hands down your body and brought you over to straddle his lap. Your bliss however was soon cut short, as the little walkie-talkie that Lester kept on him at all times came to life and the static laden voice of Bo came over it.

"Les?! You there?"

Lester groaned and while keeping you in his lap, he reached over to pick up the radio.

"Yeah Bo, I'm 'ere. What's goin' on?"

"One of those little fuckers got loose from the wax museum, headed back into the woods behind it."

"I'm around that area now, I'll bring him in for ya don't worry"

"Alright thanks Les, keep us posted."

Lester groaned once more before setting the walkie back down on the blanket. He pressed a hard kiss to your lips before moving you gently to the side and then standing.

"C'mon sugar, Let's get you back to the truck"

You nodded and stood up with him, helping him gather up the blanket and any other items before following him the short distance back to the truck that he parked on the side of the road. As you set the blanket and other stuff back into the back of the truck where you kept it, the two of you began to hear someone faintly calling for help in the distance.

Lester put a hand on the small of your back as the two of you stood and listened. Soon enough a bloodied man stumbled out of the woods a few yards in front of you guys. He had some sort of pipe in his hand that you guessed he had picked up from one of the abandoned shops in Ambrose before he made his way out of the town.

"Lester-"

"Shhh darlin' get on in the truck now"

"Lester he has a weapon"

"Don't you worry your pretty head about that alright? Just go on and get in the truck and be good while I'm gone yeah?"

You fixed Lester with a nervous look but nodded none the less as you climbed into the driver's seat of the truck. Lester reached through the window and grabbed his pistol he kept in the center console and slipped it in the back of his pants waistband.

He then left the truck and approached the man slowly. You heard him call out to the man and ask what was wrong but the man was to far away for you to hear his response.

Lester kept slowly but steadily approaching the man, holding his hands out to try and not present as a threat. You could tell by the man's rigid stance that he was hostile, even as Lester was approaching him, all you could do was watch with baited breath as your lover approached him and tried to diffuse any situation before it even started.

Suddenly without warning, just as Lester had gotten close enough to the man, he had swung just barely missing Lester with the piece of rusted pipe. You gasped and watched in almost slow motion as Lester reached for the gun in the back of his waistband, as he took it out the man swung again.

The swing this time knocked the gun clean out of Lester's hand before he could even aim it. Panicking now, you dug through the glovebox desperate to find anything to help when you suddenly remember Lester kept a shotgun, mostly to show to hitchhikers he picked up, underneath the passenger seat.

As Lester put his hands up in faux surrender to try and buy himself sometime, you looked for the shotgun.

You dug blindly under the seat until you felt the cold metal on your fingers. You pulled it out from under the seat and inspected it, two rounds, and you didn't know where Lester kept the other ammo so you really couldn't miss.

You prepped yourself, reminding yourself the procedure on how to use it that Lester had shown you so long ago. Once you had it down once again you bolted out of the driver's side door and approached the two men.

As you got closer you could hear the man yelling incoherently as Lester tried to make him calm down, warning him that he didn't wanna do what he thought he wanted to do. Before either men could even hardly notice you were there you aimed the gun and fired. Hitting a direct hit on the man, causing him to fall to the ground in an even bloodier heap.

You stood there, shaking, as you kept the gun aimed at the man, almost daring him to get back up. Until Lester put a hand on the shotgun and made you lower the weapon, he took it from you and tossed it to the ground before catching you as you collapsed into sobs.

"I told you to stay in the car"

Lester joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Les' I-I was so scared, I thought he was gonna kill you"

"I know sugar, but don't worry! I'm fine see!"

Lester exclaimed, adjusting so he could look down at your face as he gave you one of his toothy grins. You laughed through your tears which made him smile even wider if that was even humanly possible before he helped you off the ground.

Before the two of you went back to the truck, Lester cupped your face with his hands.

"I should thank you though darlin' you saved my ass there"

"You don't have to thank me Les, You'd do the same thing for me"

"Of course I would, I'd die for you sugar"

"Maybe some other day though yeah?"

Lester laughed and nodded as he grinned again.

"Sure darlin' some other day works for me"

[miitarashi]

Hello~

So I've been thinking about some fluff with Tintin (he lives in my mind rent-free).

I would like to request Tintin with a fem reader who likes to be praised. Just like, she tries hard to work well during the day and does everything quietly. So at the end of the day she likes someone to pat her on the head and just tell her that she did a good job. She doesn't say she likes it, but Tintin notices.

Only do this if you can and want to, thank you! And forgive me if this seems a little confusing, English is not my first language.

Owww,this is so cute tho. Such a cute thing need to be writed! And don't worry,english is not my first language either and i understood pretty well,you're doing a good job so far at learning! I'm proud of you unknow person. 😌❤️

[Name] = reader (female)

Warnings: none,just cuteness

Prompt: You're a hardworking person who loves headpats.

When you met Tintin for the first time, you we're working on the local library taking this opportunity to study on your breaks because you wanted to apply for a position as an assistant to a local historian you greatly admired. Because of it, the subject you were studying was something that Tintin was needing more informations of,so he asked for your help, becoming friends ever since.

Consequently, he ended up watching your dedication for the position you was applying for. He saw your eyes focused on your notebooks and books, the post-it notes on your wall to help you remember important things when he come to a quick visit, even finding it cute when you turned up your nose when you saw something you didn't understand or pressed your lips together when you tried to put the pieces together to help him with his new article.

But the top 1 was definitely the happy smile and light blush that covered your cheeks when someone pats you on the head. Even if you didn't say it, it was pretty obvious when you did, you kept quiet because you didn't want to draw so much attention. However the journalist discovered it and waited for the right moment to do so, which was precisely when you applied to be an assistant to this historian who you greatly admired.

The day of the decision came and went, Tintin found it a little strange not having a reaction from you about the result so he decided to stop by your apartement when he was free and after a few minutes of conversation about that new article, he casually asked:

"Oh,[Name],did you already got the results of your application?"

"Hm? Oh yes,i got it yesterday and will be working with him by tomorrow" — his eyes widen a bit in surprise,mostly by the nonchalant tone you tried to say it,but still feeling that animated subtone.

"Well,by how much you worked hard for it,i would be surprised if you didn't get it" — he chuckle a bit,letting a small sigh and finally he could do it.

His hand reach the top of your head giving some pats in a caring way,smilling when that cute smirk appeared on your lips along with the tiny blush he adore so much to see,he would even hug and kiss your forehead if he could because you deserve it and even more,however he didn't want to cross any bondaries or end up making things awkaward by this sudden act.

"I'm really proud of you [Name],you worked really hard for it"

"Thank you Tintin" — you said looking back at him,smilling happily. His eyes soften,taking his time to just look at you cute face before looking away a bit.

"Your welcome and from now on,i guess i'll be having an even more capable help on my researchs."

"Yes,i'm really looking forward for it"

"..Me too" — he said in a light,careful dreamy tone almost, watching your little excited squirm making sure to keep this memory in his heart.

You both smiled,quite excited as you will start your dream job and Tintin will keep his little excuse to stay close and having your help on his cases. A win is a win.

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A/N: there it is,a cute request fresh out of the oven! (Yes i know,it's a bit short) And sorry for the delay,i literally forgot to post on the last sunday :( but! I already have some good ideas and some special things being prepared~ so just wait a little,i promise y'all will not disappointed! Hope you liked unknow person! Thanks for reading!

[annathesillyfriend]

Hello!! I didn't even notice when February ended 😅 But now that it's over, it means that I officialy finish uni in a month (hopefully not for long because I'm planning to apply for a doctoral school, keep your fingers crossed for me, please and thank you!). I wish it meant I would have more free time to catch up with all the fics in my likes waiting to be read. Unfortunately it only means that I need to start looking for another job 😅

It seems like my life gets more hectic everyday and I would like to thank you all beautiful people for helping me unwind and keep some bits of my sanity. I hate that I don't interact with your fics as much as I used to but I think about you a lot, wish you all the best and I'm just so thankful for you all. Keep being amazing 💓

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

💓ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD💓

a sky full of glow in the dark stars by @jupitercomet

↳ one shot, absolutely stunning 🥺🥺

whoops by @roosterbruiser

↳ one shot, admiral's daughter!reader dating bob in secret. bobby with tiny little kittens might be just a bit too much for my poor heart

sky and stars by @callsignsaturn

↳ one shot, admiral's daughet! reader once again, bob takes her for a joyride. or maybe not... 👀

delicate by @laracrofted

↳ one shot, i'm not sure what's to loveliest - the song, the man or the fic

full of surprises and electric bugaloo by @withahappyrefrain

↳ two-shot, 18+, this man couldn't be more perfect if he tried. and remember - bob fucks 😌😌

love me, love me by @bussyslayer333

↳ one shot, bartender!reader, idiots in love, the more i read about bob the more i think i am an idiot in love as well

a snowed in baby bird by @mothdruid

↳ one shot, 18+, childhood friends to lovers, this story lives in my mind rent free from now on

💓JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN💓

whiskey and wine by @say-al0e

↳ one shot, 18+, date night with husband!jake which is the ultimate dream

this fic by @callsignsaturn

↳ one shot, jake meets bradley's old school friends at his wedding and the rest is history 😌

hey stupid, i love you by @callsignseagull

↳ one shot, 18+, another Laura's fic, another slay. we stan a consistent queen 🙌🙌

your carriage awaits, sweet by @lazypeachsoul

↳ one shot, jake may not be an expert on marine life but we still adore him

everything by @madsnowstorm

↳ one shot, i love when a character is like 'i don't want to get married, but i want to marry you', you don't understand how much i love this fic!!

you are in love by @loveforaugust

↳ one shot, we love a tay tay swift inspired fic here

so funny story (i'm fucking your daughter) by @fandomxpreferences

↳ one shot, mitchell!reader, i think the title sums it up pretty well 😅😅

signed away by @seresinhangmanjake

↳ series, some chapters are 18+, arranged marrige, enjoyed this so very much!

💓BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW💓

all of you by @lt-spork

↳ one shot, i love bradley but i love clingy bradley even more

hello, i love you by @roosterforme

↳ one shot, bradley goes speed dating and it's just so fun, i love it!!

two to tango by @//roosterforme

↳ series, 18+, pilot!reader, loved this series an unhelathy amount

airplane mode by @//roosterforme

↳ two-shot, flight attendant!reader, Emily, if you're reading this, i'm a great fan of yours!!

not a coincidence by @sehnsuchts-trunken

↳ one shot, penny's niece!reader, bradshaw's a menace but good for us!!

proposal to come by @//sehnsuchts-trunken

↳ one shot, only the best maids of honor and best men get promoted to bride and groom he he

romeo, romeo by @welcome-to-my-multiverse

↳ one shot, drunk bradley is something else but i have nothing but love for this lovesick little puppy

short stack by @spacecaravan

↳ one shot, 18+, bradley bradshow deserves all the finest things in life period

forever valentine by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one shot, fiance!reader, bradley wasn't my valentine this year and i think it's a bit mean tbh

another day, another dollar by @sunflowersteves

↳ one shot, 18+, okay listen, i am a 21st century idependent woman but i would be lying if i said that this big scary bradley wasn't doing it for me 🤤

like i can by @sometimesanalice

↳ series, daggers have a bet on who's gonna set bradley's friend (and the love of his life) on the best date and roo's not very happy about it. loved this series from the first word to the very last!

mary's song by @risriswrites

↳ one shot, best friends to lovers, this made my heart grow 10x

my reward by @susanripper

↳ one shot, this turned me into a little giggling girl and i'm just SHSHSHSHHSHSHS

heart of gold, hands of a heeler by @fandomxpreferences

↳ one shot, he deserves all the love and all the attention in the world

💓STEVE HARRINGTON💓

keep it quiet for me by @my-my-only-angel

↳ one shot, 18+, caution!! hot contents!!

this fic by @harringtonswriting

↳ one shot, steve's making a big romantic gesture™

i think we're alone now by @new-romqntics

↳ one shot, cute little enemies to loves moment

starts with a pen by @moljh

↳ one shot, reader has a mouth on her and i stan

roses and dandelions by @caxde

↳ one shot, hopper!reader, they're both teachers, it's slowburn, it's friends to lovers, it's idiots in love, it's just everything

friday by @softharrington

↳ one shot, robin's plan for valentine's day turned out to be a hot mess but it also sorta worked??? we love to see that

fix it by @lovebugism

↳ one shot, man do i love a good angsty fic that gives me heartache

whip it! and i've been dying to get you dizzy by @schoopsahoy

↳ two shot, 18+, roller-rink!reader, steve meets a girl while being on a babysitting duty

to be alone together by @katsu28

↳ one shot, steve's valentine's day is not all that bad

dress by @munsonsreputation

↳ one shot, 18+, best friends to lovers, dress is one of my top favourite tswift songs and this fic is doing it justice!! 10/10 would read again

do you think i have forgotten? by @keeryshouse

↳ one shot, 18+, idiots in love who are also exes to lovers, beautiful work!!

be mine by @underoossss

↳ one shot, would you look at that, another idiots in love fic! i am so very predictable

💓EDDIE MUNSON💓

broken beds by @lovebugism

↳ one shot, 18+, eddie's not that good at excuses and wayne's not that stupid 😅

caught me slippin' by @uglypastels

↳ one shot, 18+, esscort!eddie, modern au, a wonderful fic based on an equally amazing book 'kiss quotient'. go read them both!!!

💓PETER PARKER💓

this blurb by @webslingingslasher

↳ one shot, nothing like a good pining idiots in love confessing their feeling for each other

a drunk headcannon by @blooming-violets

↳ blurb, tasm!peter is drunk, in love and horny but so is his girl and i love that for them 😌

i spy, no spy by @t-lostinworlds

↳ BIG-SHOT, one shot, avanger!reader, friends to lovers fake dating for a mission, it's so crazy that some people are so talented and hard working, my mind is blown once again. i have nothing but love and respect for one of my favourite authors of all time. slay 💅

💓RHETT ABBOTT💓

afternoon delight by @bradshawsbaby

↳ one shot, 18+, rhett is just such a helpful boyfriend, just a gem

[my-castles-crumbling]

Greece anon here

Thank you for what you said about the eras tour rant I went on, it's really helped to calm some of my nerves.

Also good news! We didn't sell the tickets to strangers but to someone my mum works with and they will probably be able to grab the merch we want when they go to their show if we give them money for them so I probably won't have to worry about merch lines at all which is good. But if the lines are short when we go we might go anyway just to see what's left yk.

I have got the loop experience 2 earplugs because I saw a bunch of people recommending them but I'm really scared I'll be able to hear my voice really loudly in my head. I'll see when I get there whether the noise is bad enough to have to wear them.

It is almost only 10 days away and i am freaking out!!!! There is no way I am seeing Taylor swift in 10 days that's not real. She's literally my favourite person in the world and I'm going to see her in real life I am so EXCITED!!!!!!!!!

How did you organise your bracelets? I want to put the ones I get from other people on my wrists and keep the ones I've made separate but I just found out that wembley don't allow metal carabiners inside so I am trying to come up with a new way to hold them. My bag has a bunch of compartments (because I like to organise) so I might just have them loose in one of the big compartments lol

I'm going out with my friends on Wednesday (including the one I'm going to the eras tour with) and I'm going to be yapping about it so much they're going to be sick of me but I don't care because I'M GOING TO THE ERAS TOUR!!!!

I'm trying to get everything that I need to get done over summer break done before my show so after I can just lay and think "oh my god that was amazing I'm so sad it's over" but I tried to open the book I have to read yesterday and I just kind of stared at it for a while, not a lot of reading happened... But I opened it!!! And that counts as progress 😌

I'm so happy I'm actually going to the eras tour!

I got my tickets over a year ago (11th July 2023) and I have been waiting so patiently I can hardly control myself anymore. Like on the 16th August I am going to be AT THE ERAS TOUR!!!!! it's crazy I can't believe it. I watch a livestream of every single show (yes, every. Single. One. I know it's excessive but I just love it so much) and soon it will be MY show. I have seen it through over 100 grainy livestreams at like 2am and during classes and MY SHOW is so close I am so excited I could throw up, my stomach hurts if I think about it for too long.

This was long and it was mostly me rambling but once I get talking about it it's hard for me to stop so sorry but hey it could have been worse! How are you? I hope you're doing well, summer sucks sometimes cause of the heat but sometimes it's great, and I hope it's going great for you!

Hi!!! Ahhh, I'm so excited for you! You have to update me on how it goes, okay?

I organized my bracelets where I had my inappropriate ones on one arm and my g-rated ones on the other lol. Because I knew kids would be there. TBH my biggest regret of the show was that I didn't trade a lot though! I'm super socially awkward irl so I was scared to go up to people, so I only got a few trades done, so don't do what I did! Luckily when I went to the movie later on I was braver, but I still have like ten of my own bracelets left :(

I'm doing pretty good, my summer is going well! I can't wait to hear about how amazing your show is! <3

[shipmistress9]

How To Make It Fit

No picture today because there's none that would capture this chapter that tumblr would allow me to post. 🤣

Fandom: Fourth Wing - The Empyrean

Pairing: Violet/Liam/Xaden - Violiaden

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Continuation of Part of our "Us". Liam followed Xaden's and Violet's invitation to join them for a threesome. He's not so sure Violet can actually take both his and Xaden's cock at the same time, but if it's what she wants... He surely won't go and tell her what she can or can't do.

AN: This picks exactly up where the previous short about them ended. The feedback I got after the first part about these three was amazing, thank you all so much! I was nervous about how people would react to this ship, and I'm so happy to see I'm not the only one who thinks they'd make a lovely triad. 🥰

Also, I'll leave it to you what this title means. 😌

@kinktober2023 and on AO3

. o O o .

Violet

Xaden always complains that I’ll be the death of him one day, but I actually think it’s the other way around. One day, I’ll die from the pleasure he lets my body endure. And it’ll be a very happy death. 

Relentlessly, he swipes his tongue along my slit, pushing inside me, and the unbearably sweet pleasure makes me moan. Even though I just came two times, on Liam’s cock and tongue, I can already feel my next orgasm building, my muscles tensing in anticipation. Sometimes, my ability to come so many times in a row feels more like a curse than a blessing, especially with how perfectly Xaden can push all my buttons. Beneath his hands—and mouth and cock and just about every fucking part of his body—I’m helpless, can’t do anything but give in to the inevitable pleasure. 

I’m going to be so sore tomorrow…

But maybe, I can repay him at least a bit tonight. The position I’m in, sitting on his face and with my head resting on his pelvis, is perfect. Grinning to myself, I reach for his cock, hot and flushed resting right next to my face, and lick away the white pearl of pre-come at its tip. Xaden moans when I take him into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my clit, and maybe this is going to turn on me pretty quickly, given how much I enjoy sucking him off. But at least I can take him with me then. Hopefully.

 “Oh, shit,” a deep voice growls next to me. 

My entire body tenses with another wave of arousal as I remember. We’re having an audience. More than that, actually. From the corner of my eye, I glance at Liam, his lips glistening wet and parted where he’s watching me. His hand is around his cock, already hardening too after fucking me not so long ago, and that sight makes me feel a bit better. Apparently, I’m not the only one with an insatiable desire here. 

Well, we’d meant to give him a show, didn’t we? So maybe, it’s time to get started with that. 

Keeping my gaze on Liam, I wrap my lips around Xaden’s girth more firmly and sink down a bit further, taking him deeper. His eyes widen, and he gasps, just as Xaden groans when I whirl my tongue around his tip. Oh, this is brilliant. 

I never enjoyed being the centre of attention, always tried to blend in with the background at any larger gathering my mother dragged me to. But this is different. Here, with both Liam’s and Xaden’s attention fully focused on me alone, I feel a rush I’ve never known before. What I do affects them, proven by the wanton groans they both let out as I keep working Xaden’s cock, and it gives me a heady sense of power.

However, I soon realise it’s just an illusion, and it cracks quickly. No matter how hard I suck Xaden, how deeply I let him slide down my throat, it’s not that easy to break his control, to make him come when he doesn’t want to yet. Especially not when I can feel Liam’s gaze on me like a physical touch, when Xaden twitching in my throat turns me on just as much as him fucking me with his tongue. 

But I won’t give up that easily. Even though I can feel my next orgasm building at the base of my spine, my legs tensing around Xaden’s head, I sink deeper down his cock, let him slide down my throat until my nose is pressing against his balls. Trying to keep my gag reflex in check and warding off the rising tide of pleasure in my guts, I swallow around him, determined to make him come with me. My head is empty of all thoughts, filled only by sensations; the pulsing heat against my tongue, Xaden’s lips closing around my clit, pleasure zapping through every part of my body.

“Oh, shit,” Liam curses, shifting to get a closer look. “H-how… how can you take all of him? That’s…”

I can’t hear what else Liam says, not when Xaden mercilessly flings me over the edge with his too-skilled mouth. My scream is muffled around Xaden’s cock, the world around me blinking out of existence as pleasure consumes me. Relentlessly, it races up my spine and explods in my head, wrecking my entire body with wave after wave of tremors even though I can hardly move an inch. Xaden still holds my hips tight to his face, his mouth ruthlessly continuing to ravish me, and I cling to his legs, his cock, as if I’ll lose myself should I dare to let go. 

Fuck, this is insane. How can every new orgasm be more intense than the last? How am I supposed to survive this? 

But I can’t think about that, not when my mind is still buzzing with bliss, my body riding out the aftershocks of my climax—and Xaden’s mouth still working between my thighs. 

Oh, no… I whimper, begging for mercy, but I know I won’t get any. (Not unless I were to use my safe word, that is, but I don’t feel like I’ll be needing it tonight.) Xaden loves eating me out until I can’t take anymore, and he knows too well that one orgasm is far from my limit. Trembling with the slight pain of overstimulation, my traitorous body even grinds itself harder against his tongue, begging for more, and who am I kidding? I want more. Need it like the air to breathe. 

Moaning around Xaden’s cock, I give in to the inevitable, rolling my hips harder against his mouth in search of more stimulation. Xaden chuckles, doubling his efforts as his cock twitches and I’m forced to pull back a little. I know he’s already won with how pleasure is gathering on top of my previous orgasm again, but I’m too proud to give up. Moving in time with my hips, I bob up and down his cock, drool slicking up his entire length and balls. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to break through his iron stamina, at least once. Maybe having Liam watching us, groaning and fisting his cock in time with my movements, will affect Xaden as much as it affects me, turning him on and pushing him faster towards the edge. 

I cling to this hope, my mouth working his cock with desperate intensity even as the pleasure crests once more and breaks, flooding my body, drowning me. I clutch at the bedcovers as I’m shaking all over, spasming, out of control, and my muscles are clenching hard, nearly painfully. It’s too much, so good, I can’t bear it, never want it to end. I’m dimly aware of shrieking, Xaden’s length still halfway down my throat, but can’t process anything, only that my body is burning with pleasure, falling apart, shattering, and my vision momentarily turns black as everything becomes too much. 

I come to to lying on my back, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Xaden is leaning over me, a smug smirk on his face as he brushes sweaty hair out of my face. “Nice try,” he purrs. “But you should know better by now. Although, if you’re this hungry for cock, I’m sure Liam would be more than happy to provide.”

I’m too blissed out to turn my head, but I can hear Liam groan somewhere nearby, cursing low under his breath. And the crazy thing is, even though I can hardly move after these two orgasms in a row… my guts are clenching deliciously just thinking about sucking Liam off. Fuck, I’m so screwed. 

It doesn’t take much, only a few minutes of Xaden massaging my trembling muscles, before I have my lips around Liam’s cock, moaning at the taste of both him and me on my tongue. I can barely think, only act, licking over every inch of him and relishing in how he gently rocks into my mouth, his hands on my head to guide me. 

I am on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, with Liam standing before me while Xaden kneels somewhere behind me. I don’t know what he’s doing, don’t care, my mind slipping into no-thought-only-feel territory. I don’t need to know what he’s doing because I already know it’ll be okay. I don’t need to care because he cares for me. I can let myself fall because I know he’ll catch me, guide me, hold me. 

“So hot,” he murmurs, leaning over my back. “Do you like Liam’s cock? It certainly looks like it. Fuck, I think he might come again soon. You’re too good at this for your own good.” 

Liam groans, but I beam at his praise, my chest swelling with warmth. My tongue works even harder against Liam’s length, against the sensitive part below the tip and the pulsing veins, and I relish in his increasingly needy sounds, in the way his hands in my hair tighten almost against his will. 

“I need to stretch you for later, Violence. Try not to break Liam completely over there until I’m done here.”

“Haha,” Liam gasps, but the movements of his hips slow down a bit. “Very funny. As if I—fuck!—as if I’d let this chance slip away.”

Something inside my mind perks up at his words, but I’m too far gone to care. All I know is that he’s too careful. I want him deeper down my throat, want him to fill me completely. So I’m actually grateful for Xaden grabbing my cheeks and letting his thumb brush over my rim, my body jerking forward on instinct.

“Shit!” Liam curses as I take him completely all the way to his base, his legs trembling. “Don’t you have a gag reflex?”

Xaden huffs a laugh, his fingers persistently massaging around my hole. “She does,” he answers in my stead, knowing I’m in no position to reply. “She’s just very good at ignoring it when it’s in the way of what she wants.” He leans over me and places a row of gentle kisses down my spine, comforting and reassuring. Full of love. 

They stop talking for a while, for which I’m grateful. It means I can focus solely on what I feel, Liam gliding in and out of my mouth, across my tongue, his weight and girth oddly comforting, grounding, and Xaden working me open. His motions are slow and careful but intense, never going so far as to hurt me but clearly skirting the edges of what I can take. One finger, then a second and a third, moving in and out of me to get my muscles to relax. With almost surprising gentleness, he rubs his oiled fingers against my sensitive inner walls, and I can’t help but moan at the sublime sensation. Fuck, I love it when Xaden plays with my ass, it’s so good. It’s not that I can come from this, and even with him working my clit in addition, it would take far longer, but still. It’s a different kind of pleasure, softer, not as demanding. Comfortable. Or maybe, that’s it, that it gives me a break from the burning pleasure and instead fills me with warm delight, with anticipation. 

Even as he shifts behind me and pushes his cock into me—drawing a deep guttural groan from my chest with how full I feel that in return makes Liam curse at the vibrations around his cock—I feel more like floating in a sea of pleasure than drowning in it. There is no burning fire, nothing pushing me toward my next climax, only white pleasure pooling in my body as he stretches me wide open, tame and content to wait.

I could stay forever like this, suckling on Liam’s cock and relishing every drop of pre-come he releases as Xaden slowly rocks into my ass. And with him nearly just using me to warm him instead of actual stimulation, I know Xaden could hold out for quite a while, too. However, Liam is another matter. I don’t know his signs yet and I’m not in the right mind space to be observant, but even I notice that he’s close, his finger in my hair twitching, his breathing harsh. 

Smiling to myself, I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder, my tongue stroking the underside of his shaft. And I get why Xaden enjoys eating me out so much; witnessing Liam fall apart is quite the spectacle. The way his fingers tighten around my head in anticipation, how the muscles in his abdomen clench, his legs trembling. 

I swallow him down as he comes in my mouth, humming at his taste, at the garbled cry that drops off his lips. Behind me, Xaden groans, his cock resting deeply in my ass, his hands gliding up and down my back, my sides. “Fuck, you two are so hot.”

I deliberately clench my muscles around him and chuckle at his grunt once Liam pulls out and sinks back onto the bed next to me. 

“Shit,” he gasps, catching his breath. He drops a hand onto my shoulder where I’m lying on the bed now, smiling happily. “That was… fucking perfect.”

“Anytime,” I wink.

Xaden, returning from cleaning himself up, snorts. “She means that. You can probably feed her your cock whenever you like, and she’d even be grateful for it.”

“Only because you so rarely let me suck you to completion,” I pout.

Smirking, Xaden crawls on top of me, my body singing at all the places his skin brushes against mine. “Because I prefer feeling you come on my cock when I do. Is that such a bad thing?”

Humming, I brush my lips against the corner of his mouth. “No, not really.” My lips part easily when he kisses me, his tongue stroking along mine like an invitation to dance, and I can’t help but smile against his lips. He barely holds himself up above me, his weight pressing me down into the mattress, and I wrap my arms around his back, longing to feel as much of his skin as possible.

“Gods, you two are so cute, I might get sick,” Liam comments, but there’s no bite in his voice, only humour and something soft I can’t quite name. 

Chuckling, Xaden rolls halfway off me, and I’m momentarily mesmerised by how… how unguarded he is. It’s not new to me, seeing him like this, especially not in bed. But it’s the first time I see this side of him around someone else, the hard Wingleader front entirely discarded for now. Liam truly must be special to him. 

“I meant what I said earlier, you can always join in,” Xaden smirks, but then turns a little more serious again. “How much of a break do you need?”

Liam huffs a laugh. “Around you two? Not long. Give me a few minutes, then I’ll be good to go again.”

“Good,” Xaden beckons Liam closer, then pulls him into another kiss, giving me the perfect view of them making out practically on top of me. “Because I’m not sure how many more orgasms Violet can take tonight.” 

My eyes widen as they both turn on me as if on some secret code word, both men grinning deviously. I know they shared partners before, Xaden told me about that, but—fuck!—I didn’t expect it to be like this. 

They descend on me like two hungry lions, their hands and mouths everywhere. Liam kisses me, but I can barely focus on it, can only let him ravage my mouth as Xaden claims my nipple between his teeth, his fingers playing with the other one, biting and sucking and pinching until my back arches and I press myself closer against him, needing more. 

What follows is a wild mess, from my point of view at least. There’s no pattern I can discern in how they switch around between kissing my lips and my body, their hands on my breasts, between my legs, caressing over every inch of my skin. I quickly get drunk on how both their bodies are wrapped around me, losing the orientation in an ocean of heated skin and hard muscles, soft lips regularly stealing my breath. Every time I try to reach for one of them, try to control a kiss or lean into one sensation specifically, they turn me around again, changing the playing field until I can’t tell up from down anymore, the only small spec of orientation I get the different shades of their skin. 

The first time, I come on Liam’s fingers, unexpected with how they keep me on a constant high, and my shriek gets muffled by Xaden’s tongue in my throat. The second time, I’m grinding against someone’s cock against my clit, coating whoever it is in my slik as two mouths nibble and suck on my neck, my head thrown back in ecstasy. After that, I lose count, lose myself completely between them, between their kisses, their touches, between whispered words and sounds of pleasure, between these two men who’re closer to me than anyone else ever was. And I’ve never felt so good, so safe, so cherished. So loved.

I don’t know when they stopped, only register that they must have as I lie cradled in Xaden’s arms, his lips soothingly brushing along my jaw as I slowly register my surroundings again. 

“Oh, fuck,” I mewl, leaning closer to Xaden’s comforting warmth. “Wh-what… what was… that?” 

Xaden chuckles and brushes a kiss against my forehead. “Are you okay?” 

I laugh. “Okay? Yeah, I think so. But, fuck, that was just… holy shit.”

On my other side, Liam snorts. “So much for not breaking me. Are you sure you can take more?”

I turn my head to look at him. He’s hard again, I notice, but from the true concern in his eyes, I know he wouldn’t hold it against me if I said no now, just like Xaden, who’s hardness I can feel pushing against my thigh. “Yeah. Just give me a moment to feel my legs again, then I’m good.”

Xaden snorts, mischief in his eyes. “I mean, it’s not as if you’ll need your legs for what’s next. In fact, I expect you won’t be able to use them as usual for a couple of days after this. But sure, you can have a few minutes.” He turns to Liam, who’s unashamedly grinning at his words. “So, do you want her ass or her pussy? Your pick for tonight.”

My breath hitches as I’m reminded of tonight’s plan. Of what I asked for. Taking two cocks at once already sounded intense when I was merely picturing it. Now having a better idea of the two cocks in question, though… Despite the wringer Xaden and Liam put me through just now, my inner muscles already clench again, eager to finally feel them inside me.

Liam smirks, raking his eyes down my body. “I think, I’d like her ass. I already had her pussy and mouth tonight, and there’s just something about filling every single one of her holes, you know?” He winks at me. 

Oh, shit. There he is, the shamelessly flirty side of Liam I’ve come to like, except ramped up to a level of confident cockiness that makes heat pool in my belly once again. If this is how Liam behaves once he puts aside all insecurities… then I’ll be so fucked between these two, not just tonight but in the future as well. 

Gods, I can’t wait. 

Xaden huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “I’ll take your word for it.” He gets off the bed and holds a hand out for me. “Can you stand, for a moment at least? Or should Liam carry you?”

I throw Liam a glance, and judging by the smirk playing around his lips, he’d do just that. “I’m good,” I say, and scramble off the bed, curious about how they’re planning to go about this. Xaden wouldn’t tell me and aside from the few details Rhiannon mentioned the other day, I have no idea what positions might work.

“Come here.” Xaden guides me a couple of steps away from the bed, then stands directly in front of me. He takes my head between his hands, then lets them glide down to the base of my neck, his thumps brushing along my jaw. “You know you can call for an end at any moment, remember? If it gets too much or doesn’t feel good, you don’t have to go through with anything, especially not for our sake.”

I nod, smiling. “I know.” 

Xaden takes a deep breath and nods as well. “Alright.” he reaches for my hands and guides them up around his neck. “Hold on,” he says, just as Liam appears behind me, and I feel dwarfed between these two men. It should be intimidating, being at their mercy when reminded of just how small I am against them, but instead, I feel comforted. Safe. 

I expected more kisses, but instead, I yelp as Liam grabs me by the back of my knees and lifts me up, my thighs pressed against my ribs on either side of my breasts. Xaden steps between my spread legs and takes over one of them, my knee over his left arm as his cock nudges against my slick entrance. “Ready?” he asks, his voice gravelly. 

I nod, eagerly, and try in vain to buck my hips to take him in faster. But I can’t move, not even an inch, held tight between them. I might as well weigh nothing at all given the ease with which they hold me in place. 

“Hush,” Xaden breathes into my ear, his lips twitching. “You don’t have to do anything right now.”

I mewl but comply, understanding the underlying order. Clinging harder to Xaden’s neck and shoulders, I hold as still as I can as he penetrates me in one long slide.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, his breathing hitching a bit. “You feel so fucking perfect.”

Hidden against his neck, I allow myself a grin. With his iron-hard self-control and stamina of steel, I just love that my pussy, being inside me, is one of the few things that can actually break him. “You, too,” I gasp, my muscles tightening around him, around the comforting heat of his cock. No matter how many times I already came tonight, this will always be my undoing. 

He gives me a few moments to adjust, only minimally rocking back and forth to ease my body into taking more. But I’m acutely aware of Liam behind me, still holding my other leg. His lips are on my shoulder, mouthing distractedly at my skin as his other arm moves against my back, clearly stroking himself. 

“I’m good,” I gasp, leaning forward against Xaden as best I can to give Liam better access. 

They both chuckle. “So eager,” Liam teases, his slick tip pressing against my rim without pushing in yet. “Are you sure you can really take both of us? You look like you might split in half instead.”

From anyone else and in any other situation, such a comment probably would have made me angry. But I get it, his concern. I am small, especially when compared to them, so I appreciate him checking in on me. Kind of.

“Just fuck me, Mairi,” I growl.

Xaden snorts. “You heard the lady.”

Liam takes an audible breath, and then finally moves closer. His free hand is on my waist, holding me in place as he positions himself and slowly pushes in. 

Yep, I might die from this. I was prepared for the intense stretch and fullness from when Xaden used multiple of his toys on me. But this is so much more than anything I imagined. It’s a lot to take, physically but also emotionally and mentally, the closeness and intimacy of having them both inside me, it’s overwhelming and I have difficulties breathing freely. 

“Violet? You okay?” Xaden groans, noticeably fighting to hold still, to give me time. 

I force my lungs to take a few shallow breaths; there’s not enough space inside me for more. “Yeah,” I breathe, forcing my eyes to flutter open. “‘s just… just a lot.” I mewl as Liam works himself deeper into me with slow and gentle thrusts, his breathing harsh and damp against my back.

“I know.” Xaden’s mouth is on my neck, tickling me. “But you’re doing so well. Just relax for us.” 

I try to, I really do. But it still takes a couple more minutes before Liam bottoms out inside me, a low curse dropping off his lips.

“Fuck, yeah. Gods, you’re so tight, Vi. Shit, your body is amazing.”

I preen at the compliment and awkwardly turn to wrap one arm around Liam’s shoulders, pulling him closer and seeking his lips with my own. My body is an annoying mess on a good day, but at least it’s good at taking cock, amazing even, to the delight of everyone involved.

They give me another short break to adjust to their cocks, to being so full and stretched that I, indeed, feel like splitting in half. But with every heartbeat, it gets more bearable, better, intoxicating. Gods, I hope Liam will accept our offer; I want to do this again. 

When they start moving, it takes every ounce of my self-control not to scream. I thought just having them inside me was intense, but having them move is even worse. Better. I don’t know, don’t care. When one pushes in, the other pulls out, perfectly coordinated, and the constant slide and switch of pressure is positively driving me insane. I lose track of all the noises I make and can only clutch at them for just any anchor against the overwhelming sensations flooding my mind. In and out, push and pull, the pressure of being so impossibly full, but also the pleasure of all those sensitive spots being stimulated, sweetening the experience into something addictive. More. I need more.

“More…” I mewl, caught not only between their cocks but their entire bodies, again kissing and touching every spot they can reach. 

“Fuck, Violet!” Xaden growls, and his next thrust comes harder, making me cry out and tighten around them on reflex. Liam bites into my shoulder to muffle his shout. And as if they’d only been waiting for my sign, they both move faster, harder, fucking into me at an unforgiving pace. Fucking every coherent thought right out of my head.

. o O o .

Liam

Shit, this is better than anything I could have imagined. 

Being inside Violet’s tight little ass, Xaden’s cock sliding against my own through the thin membrane, her incoherent sobs and cries and his low but urgent groans, the way she clutches at us and Xaden’s hand over mine where we hold her—it’s all mixing into a frenzy of pleasure and sensations, and I can’t get enough. Even if this turns out to only be a one-off… it’s worth it! And I’m actually glad I already came two times tonight because I’m not sure how long I might last as is it, everything’s just too fucking perfect. But at least Xaden is fighting to hold back now just like I am—how he managed to last this long is beyond me anyway. 

By now, our quicker coordinated thrusts turned more erratic, and Violet is practically bouncing on our cocks with how much force we fuck up into her pliant body. Gods, she’s gorgeous, perfect, amazing. I’m already in love with her for her wit and her kindness, but this might be enough to make me fall completely. 

Shit, I’m so screwed.

“Fuck, yes,” she sobs, her fingers digging into my arm as if it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. “Yes, yes, yes, please. Oh, please, yes. Yes!”

“Fuck, yes,” Xaden grunts against her neck where he sucked a harsh bruise into her skin. His movements are as urgent as mine, even his famous control hanging by a thread by now. “Come, Violet. Come for us.” 

I don’t know what he does, if he again sends his shadows to play with her clit, but within seconds, Violet’s cries turn into full-on screams as she comes, shattering between our bodies. It’s gorgeous to watch, how her body grows tense and then erupts, shaking all over, how she throws her head back against my shoulder and screams out her pleasure, her eyes all but rolled back into her head. 

I last a few more seconds, thrusting into her to prolong her climax and just long enough to see lightning flash outside before I break as well. My shout of ecstasy muffled against her shoulder, I press as deeply into her ass as I can before I spurt into her, that tight coil in my guts once more bursting and sending dart of pleasure through my entire body. 

Darkness flares around us as Xaden’s control breaks and he shouts, then his cock shudders against my own as he comes, too, his face pressed against Violet’s neck, her hair, his hand clutching at mine. 

My knees are wobbly as we all catch our breaths, but I can’t break, not with Violet’s limp body still supported between us. I catch Xaden’s eyes, dazed like I’ve not seen them in ages, and he gives me a small nod. With a low groan, he pulls out of her, his come dripping along my balls, and steps back, leaving Violet in my arms. 

Carefully, as if she’s the most precious thing in the world, I carry her back to the bed and once again marvel at just how small she is. Even weakened as I am, I have no problem carrying her; it’s as if she weighs nothing. And yet, she took both our cocks at the same time, with hardly any difficulties. Absolutely amazing indeed. 

I can’t take my eyes off her where she lies on the bed in front of me, not unconscious, but something close, too blissed out to take in her surroundings and at least half asleep already. So beautiful. Unable to help it, I crawl onto the bed next to her and brush her hair out of her face, my fingers tracing along her brow, her nose, her lips. 

“Are you going to tell her?” Xaden asks from where he fell onto the bed on her other side. “How you feel about her?”

My lips tighten at the irony of him asking me this question. He said he’s not blind, having noticed how I look at her. But does he know I feel the same for him? 

“Do you think I should?” I skirt the question. 

He rolls onto his side, watching us. “I think that depends on how you decide.”

Swallowing, I nod. Not just sex, he’d said. An invitation for more. A three-way relationship, a triad. It’s daunting, but…

“I think, I’d like to try?” I admit, glancing up at him. “I’m not sure how something like that works, though.”

“Me neither,” Xaden admits. “Violet said she’d met some triads during her time living in various war camps. Obviously, she didn’t ask for details about their relationship, but it seemed to work out for them? We’ll just have to figure out how it can work for us.”

I nod, though I’m still hesitant. I’m well aware that I am the experiment here. What Xaden and Violet have, it’s something else. Something more. I can’t compete with that, only try to tug along as best I can. 

“Hey.” Xaden reaches for my hand. “We want this to work, okay?” 

I snort. Can he read minds now, too? “Yeah,” I say. “Me, too.” 

I can’t help it, though. Even as Xaden and I cuddle around Violet’s already sleeping form, with her head on my shoulder and Xaden curled around her back, his hand resting next to hers on my chest, I feel torn. I want this work, I really do. 

But is that even possible?

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AN: Looks like Liam is still not entirely convinced they really want him there with them... Poor baby. 😌

I have this headcanon about them. We've covered that Violet is multiorgasmic, and her boys clearly enjoy taking advantage of this fact. Liam is multiorgasmic, too, but for him, that usually means he'll only need a little time (~10-15 min) before he can go another round. Xaden, however, is not. When he comes, it would take hours before he can go again, and even that only under special circumstances. However, he makes up for that with a stamina of steel, being able to hold out and fuck for hours without coming.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this second part of their story. There's more to come. 🥰

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Fresh Start

Gabriela Castillo x Nacho Varga

For the loveliest @hausofmamadas as part of the Rare Pair Exchange!

Warnings: 18+, language, blood/injury, light angst

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: I just really really love that I got to write these two together. I love them. I adore them. No one can take them from us, Kay. The braincell is alive and well. 😌

Niche Crossover Taglist: @narcolini @garbinge @withmyteeth @justreblogginfics @cositapreciosa

He’d driven until the car gave out. Then he walked until his legs had done the same. He had no idea where he was—somewhere in California he was pretty sure based off all the license plates he’d seen while he was on the road. Where in California? He couldn’t even hope to guess. Everything looked the same in the dark anyway.

He hadn’t shown up to the diner because he was hungry, although underneath all the pain and exhaustion he was sure that hunger was there somewhere. But it was one of the only places that had lights on, one of the only places that seemed like it was open and also maybe even a little bit safe.

He collapsed before he got his hand on the door, crumpled right into a heap on the sidewalk. He was fighting to keep his eyes open, fighting even harder to try and say something, maybe even call for help. It was like his voice had stopped working, and he didn’t know if that was because everything in his body was shutting down, or if it was because he’d gone so long without speaking that he’d nearly forgotten how to.

When she appeared in his narrowing field of vision, he was certain that it meant he was dying. There was no way that she wasn’t an angel sent there to take him to whatever was next for him. He could just barely register the warmth of her hands on his face. He saw the way her lips moved, but he couldn’t hear what she was actually saying. He tried to look at her for as long as he could before his body gave into the exhaustion and everything went black.

Gabriela knew better than to try and patch up a man who needed far more than just bandages and stitches from her. She knew so much better. That was the whole reason she found herself at the complete opposite end of California from where she’d started just a few short years ago. And yet, when she saw him go down outside the door of the diner, she couldn’t stop herself from rushing to his side. If she didn’t try, then what was the point of any of it?

Once she took in the sight of him, she knew that it was going to be more than just a caring act from a good Samaritan if she helped him. There was a familiar knot in her gut that told her that this man, whoever he was, whoever he ended up being, didn’t just turn up outside the diner because he got lost on a long drive.

Pressing her ear to his chest, she listened intently for a heartbeat, relief coursing through her when she heard it. She managed to get him back to consciousness, but barely. He was beyond out of it, not that she expected anything better than that.

“Come on,” she said, her voice quiet but strong, “we have to get you help.”

If she had still been the same woman she was a few years prior, she would’ve called 911. But she wasn’t so naïve anymore. Some things, she’d learned, you just don’t call the cops about. And even though she didn’t have all the details, or any details, really, she had the feeling deep in her gut that this was going to be one of those things.

Going through motions that felt far too familiar for comfort, she draped his arm over her shoulders before looping hers behind his back. He was able to contribute just enough to the efforts to get himself off the ground, but Gaby was doing most of the legwork once they were up. It wasn’t pretty, or graceful, but she managed to get him to her car and somehow into the passenger seat.

He was fading in and out the whole time, still half-convinced that the woman in the driver’s seat beside him was some manifestation of the grim reaper, there to usher him into the next life by speeding down backroads in her beat-up coup.

When she got him into her apartment and laid out on the couch, he passed out again. She expected that, just glad that she didn’t have to try and half-carry him anywhere else for the time being. He had one arm dangling off the edge of the sofa, the backs of his knuckles resting against the floor. Both his legs were on the cushions, but barely. She looked at him, trying to see past the dirt and dried blood. She was looking for anything fresh, anything that could actively be killing him.

Taking a deep breath, she ran her hands back through her hair before starting to carefully undo the buttons of his shirt. Most of the blood on it seemed dried, but she wanted to be sure. When the shirt fell open, she saw the white a-tank that he had on beneath. There was more blood staining that, but it still looked like most of it was dried. She lifted the bottom hem of the tank top, just enough to confirm that any injuries that he was dealing with, any cuts or gashes, were old enough to have begun to scab over.

She frowned as she looked him over, all the bruises that littered his abdomen. There was nothing fresh that she could see, so her assumption that what got to him was the exhaustion. Whatever blood he lost combined with the fact that he probably hadn’t stopped to rest or eat or drink much of anything in longer than any person should’ve.

There wasn’t much more that she could give him at this point. She thought about getting a cloth with some warm water and soap to start at least cleaning off his face. As she looked at him, it crossed her mind that it probably wouldn’t wake him up. There wasn’t much that would cause him to stir at this point.

Her movements were gentle, the way that they always were. She dragged the washcloth across his forehead, his cheekbones. Each swipe took away another layer of dirt, of sweat and blood that had dried and tried to etch itself into his skin. The small snake earring dangling from his ear moved each time the cloth cleaned away another layer. The frown on her face softened the more she cleaned him up. She knew that she shouldn’t build out a life for him before she’d even heard him speak, but her mind couldn’t help but to wander.

When she’d cleaned off his face as best she could, she stood up and pried herself away from him. She tossed the rag straight into the trash, the sinking feeling that no matter how much bleach she used, she would never see it as clean again. She took a quick shower, just enough to feel like she’d rinsed off the day. She threw her clothes into her hamper, pulling on an old t-shirt and shorts to sleep in. Part of her knew that she could just sleep in her bed and that she would most likely wake up before the man passed out in her living room, but it felt wrong to try and do so. Grabbing a pillow and the blanket off her bed, she went back to the living room and curled up on the chair beside the couch, the one that was usually reserved just for reading.

The sun hadn’t fully crept up over the horizon when Gaby came to. The light coming through her apartment windows was minimal, gray. She didn’t even want to check the time, didn’t want to involuntarily do the math to see how little sleep she’d gotten.

Then she realized what had pulled her from slumber so soon. The events of the night before all came rushing back to her, her eyes widening slightly as she turned and looked over at her sofa. She was expecting to see the man still passed out, but he wasn’t. He was sitting upright, looking just about as confused and unsettled as she felt in that moment. His hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the couch cushion as he watched her.

“Hi,” she said, her voice soft from sleep, but it also had the caution someone would use when trying to soothe an injured animal. Anything to make sure that they didn’t get hurt if it tried to lash out.

“Hi.”

“I didn’t know where to bring you,” she started to explain. “You…you passed out at my job last night.” She twisted her fingers into her blanket as she nodded towards the bloodstains on his clothes. “I, um, I didn’t know what happened, so I didn’t call anyone.”

He looked down at himself, brows knitting when he took in his actual state. “Right. Um. Thank you.”

“I’m Gabriela.”

His eyes wandered back up to her face. “Nacho,” the name came out before he could think better of it.

As soon as he heard what he’d said, he closed his eyes, chin tucking down towards his chest. He knew better than that, but the name rolled off his tongue before he could think of it. It was hard to lie to someone who had a face and eyes as kind as Gaby did. It was too late to take it back now. Trying to fumble and recover somehow would only put himself deeper into the hole he’d just dug.

There was a tiny lift to the end of Gaby’s mouth as she looked at him. There was something vaguely familiar about him even though she knew for a fact that she hadn’t ever met him before. Maybe it was just the look in his eyes. Something that reminded her of a life that she’d left behind.

“Nice to meet you,” she said, a small air of amusement in her tone.

It was just enough for Nacho to be able to catch it, enough to get him to look back over at her. He wanted to make some remark to the effect of, “It might be too soon to be saying things like that,” but he was painfully aware that he wasn’t in the position to be shooting down any spare kindness that anyone was willing to give him.

“You too.”

Nacho kept meaning to leave. He knew that he should. Whoever this girl was, whatever life she’d had for herself before he came tumbling into it, he knew that he didn’t deserve to be any part of it. The hours ticked by and it turned into a day. One day turned into two. After four days he forgot to keep counting. But he meant to leave. He really did.

Gaby never did get around to asking him where he came from, what had happened to him that landed him in a heap on the sidewalk outside the diner. Sometimes she wanted to. When she would see him freeze up at headlights coming in through her apartment windows, when his head would snap towards the sound of someone knocking on the door of the other apartments that she shared a hallway with. People didn’t end up like that because things for them had gone well. Sometimes when things were quiet, and good, and he was helping her cook dinner at the end of a long day, she thought about asking him about all of it. But it just never felt right enough. Maybe that was the lingering strands of naivety that she hadn’t managed to grow out of.

There was never a conversation about him leaving. There was never one about him staying, either. He just did. That first night after they’d introduced themselves, Gaby made a comment about the fact that the couch pulled out into a bed, and that was the end of it. She’d come out in the morning and it would be restored to its former glory, blanket and pillows stacked at the very end of it. Neat as they’d ever been. But they never talked about it.

Most of those first couple weeks were just them existing together in surprisingly comfortable silence together. That, or Nacho would listen to her talk about what happened at work. She’d get home late from her shifts at the diner, but he was almost always still up.

“I had to give him stitches,” she said with a shake of her head, wrapping up a story about one of the cooks slicing his finger open.

“Stitches?” Nacho repeated back. “You know how to do that?”

She chuckled softly as she got a glass of water for herself. “Of course I do.” She walked over, taking a seat next to him on the couch. “I used to be a nurse.”

The explanation didn’t do anything to sate his curiosity. “Used to be?”

That was the first time he saw real sadness cross Gaby’s face. It felt like it sent a real, physical pang of hurt through him to see her like that. He wanted to take the question back, tell her to forget that he ever asked. But it was too late—she was already telling him what happened. Honest in a way that he could never even hope to be.

“I used to live on the border,” she said, looking down at the glass of water in her hands, “and then I moved to Lodi for nursing school. I worked there for a little while after I graduated. Things got…bad, dangerous. The person I cared about the most wasn’t who I thought he was.” She shook her head as she thought back on it all, memories she tried so hard to push from her mind. “So I left. Moved again. Started over again.”

“I’m—”

“It’s okay,” she cut him off. “I’m used to it.” She laughed softly but it was more of a sad sound than anything else. “I’m good at it now.”

“Would you ever go back?” He paused. “To nursing, I mean.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.” Taking a sip of her water, she finally forced herself to look Nacho in the eyes again. A tiny smile worked its way back onto her face. “Lucky for you though, hm?”

He chuckled, nodding. “Very lucky.”

“If you’d gotten to me sooner you might not have scarred so much,” she said, nodding towards his torso, the scar running across his stomach covered by the t-shirt that he was wearing.

“Too bad I didn’t know where I was going.”

It was the perfect time for him to finally say something, tell her at least the good parts of his life before all of this. He knew now that she wasn’t ever going to bring herself to ask him. Whether it was out of respect or something else entirely, he didn’t know. He wanted to tell her. Part of him wanted to tell her everything, lay it all out on the table. Each night went by and he tried to figure out if the risk was worth the reward—telling her everything and having her accept him regardless would send him clean over the moon. But telling her everything only for her to decide that she wasn’t going to let him be the reason that she would have to start over again wasn’t something that he was ready for, wasn’t something that he thought he could handle.

He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet. “Really think the scar is that bad?” he asked, humor in his voice as he lifted his shirt up enough to expose it.

She let out a real laugh at that. Shaking her head as she playfully swatted his hand, causing his shirt to drop again. “Cállate.” She finished off what was left in the glass before standing up to put it in the sink. “Plenty of girls love it. You’ll be fine, hermoso, don’t worry.”

The smile that spread across Nacho’s face was involuntary, as was the warmth that went through his chest at her words. He found himself shaking his head, just as much at Gaby as at himself. He was still on the brink of chuckling to himself when she turned back around to face him.

“What?” she asked, still smiling.

“Nothing,” he replied, not sure how to answer with the truth of what he was thinking in that moment.

She raked her fingers back through her hair, pushing it all behind her shoulders. “I’m going to bed.” Walking through the living room to get to the door to her bedroom, she rested her hand on Nacho’s shoulder for a moment as she went by. “Goodnight, Nacho.”

He almost lifted his hand to place it on hers, but he stopped himself. “Goodnight.”

He watched her disappear into her bedroom, shutting the door softly behind her. The warmth that lingered in his chest was battling it out with the pervasive thought that he didn’t want to be another person who made her start over. He couldn’t be the next man who cost her something like that.

It was a few days later when Gaby walked out into the living room, her phone pinned to her shoulder as she spoke to Nacho. “Do you think you could help my cousin at his shop today?”

Confusion flooded Nacho’s features. “What?”

She shook her head. “It’s just him and one other guy right now and he called out.” She saw the way that he was still very clearly lost. “Cars. He’s a mechanic.”

“Gaby, I don’t—”

“You got my car running last week.”

“I’m not a mechanic. I know a little bit, but—”

“I’ll owe you,” she said, clearly desperate to help her family.

Nacho sighed, knowing that there was no way the conversation was going to end with him not helping. Nodding, he gave in. “Okay. Yea. I can try to help.”

She let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much.”

Nacho watched and listened as she got back onto the phone with her cousin. There was something comforting about listening to the two of them converse. He could only hear one half of the conversation, but even so, the sound of her laughing, of her going back and forth with him in Spanish, it was heartwarming and heavy all at once. He thought about his dad. He could only imagine what the man would think about the situation Nacho was in now, what he’d have to say about it.

Trying not to get lost in the thoughts of it, he pushed himself up off the couch so he could grab his boots and get ready to leave. He didn’t get far before Gabriela came back over to him, throwing her arms around him in a hug.

“Thank you,” she said, speaking more into his chest than anything else.

It took some doing, but he finally let himself hug her back. “It’s fine.”

Pulling back, she beamed up at him. “He’s excited to meet you. I’ve told him all about you.” She laughed when she saw the panic flash across Nacho’s face. “Don’t worry, hermoso—I only told him the good things.”

It became another one of those things that they never really talked about. One day never seemed to stay just one day with them. His whole adult life Nacho seemed to constantly find himself getting in over his head, landing himself in situations that snowballed no matter how much he tried to fight it. This was the first time it felt good, though. For once the spiral felt like it was going upwards instead of down. Instead of accidentally landing himself in a mess that he couldn’t get out of, it almost felt like he was starting to build something resembling a life for himself. One that had a very pivotal centerpiece to it.

He got home one evening and she had beaten him there. She had her music on loud as she moved effortlessly around the kitchen, pulling something together for dinner. Her hips swayed and even though he couldn’t hear her, Nacho was almost certain that she was singing along with the words that played.

When she turned around and saw him standing just inside the door, she gasped. The shock on her face quickly faded, nerves dissipating as she laughed and turned the volume down just slightly.

“I tried to say hello when I walked in,” he came to his own defense, a smirk on his face as he toed off his boots.

She chuckled, the lid to a pot in one hand and the other on her hip. “I’m sure.”

Walking over, he scanned over everything that she had on the stove and the countertops. “Can I help?”

She gave him a once-over. “You can go clean yourself up,” she suggested with a laugh. “I don’t want motor oil getting into my tamales.”

Nacho chuckled and shook his head, but he didn’t put up any real fight about it. “I’ll be right back.”

She hummed in acknowledgment. “I’ll be here.”

He only got a few steps out of the kitchen before she turned the music back up. Looking back over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but to watch her for a few more seconds as she went right back to dancing and cooking.

The air of intimacy between them was unlike anything Nacho had ever experienced before. And he didn’t even think that Gaby was even going out of her way to create it. That’s just how she was—soft, inviting. The closest he’d ever physically been to her was when she hugged him. Once. He’d spent years weaving in and out of relationships and situationships with other women, but none of them had ever felt so comfortable. All of that and he was still spending every night on the couch.

“Here,” he offered with a quiet chuckle as he reached over Gaby for plates on a shelf that was nearly out of her reach, “I got it.”

She laughed, letting her head drop in mock shame as Nacho reached over her. “Thank you.”

They navigated their shared space so easily. Brushing hands and arms, soft laughs crossing in the air between them. He wondered if Gaby felt it too. Wondered if she was like him, not saying anything about it for fear of shattering the fragile bubble around them.

“Thank you,” Nacho said as he was cleaning the dishes after dinner.

Gaby tilted her head slightly a smile on her face. There was a hint of confusion in her expression as she said, “I should be thanking you.” She laughed. “It’s nice not always having to be the one to do dishes all the time anymore.”

One end of Nacho’s mouth tugged up into a smile for half a second. “No, I mean, thank you. For,” he took a deep breath, “all of it.”

Recognition flooded her face. Walking over, she leaned back against the counter that was beside the sink. Even if Nacho was having trouble looking her in the eyes, she didn’t share the same hesitation. “You’re welcome.” There was a long pause between them, Gaby waiting for Nacho to finally say whatever was on the tip of his tongue, Nacho waiting for her to switch topics or walk away so he wouldn’t have to say it all. Then Gaby continued. “I’ve never asked, because I know what it’s like to try and leave everything behind. It’s not easy.”

Nacho chuckled before he could stop himself. “No, it’s not.”

She waited for him to look over at her for a moment before saying, “Maybe it’s too late for me to ask. Maybe I should have asked weeks ago. But do I need to be worried?”

He shook head. “No.”

She studied his face closely as he said that. That was a promise that she’d heard before and she still had to watch her whole life crumble down around her. “You promise?”

“Promise.” He meant it. He felt like he was as safe as he was ever going to be existing in the little universe they’d created for themselves. But he also knew that if he even heard so much as a murmur, felt even the slightest change in the wind, he’d leave. He owed her at least that much.

She let the word hang between them for a moment before nodding. “Okay.” Reaching over, she rested her hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for the dishes.”

The smile on his face was small, almost shy after all of that. “You’re welcome.” He let her get a couple steps away before he spoke up again, mouth acting independently from his brain. “That first night…”

The silence that took over the apartment was suffocating. It lasted for a few agonizingly long seconds before Gaby’s soft footfalls could be heard, slowly making her way back over to him. She didn’t say anything, just finding her place against the counter once more. Her eyebrows lifted, a silent invitation for him to keep talking.

“That first night,” he started again, hoping to get the full sentence out this time, “when I saw you, I thought I was dying.” He couldn’t stop the bit of a chuckle that found its way into his voice as he ended the sentence.

Gaby, despite herself, had to smile a little at that too. “I thought so too.”

“That’s fair,” he said with a nod. “But, when I thought I was dying,” his eyes were focused intensely on the plate that he was washing, “and I saw you, I swear I thought you were an angel or something.”

Gaby laughed. It wasn’t the first time that she’d heard something like that. When she worked at the hospital, tending to people who were in crisis, fading in and out of consciousness and some of them very much on the brink of dying completely, there had been more than one patient who said something to that effect. She always took it in stride, and she did this time too, but it felt different hearing it from Nacho. Maybe because it was the first time that either of them spoke about that night at all.

“Not quite,” she told him, her voice soft.

“I don’t know,” Nacho shrugged as he set the dishes in the drying rack, “I think I had it right.”

She rolled her eyes but she was still smiling. “You’re sweet.”

“You saved my life.”

“I don’t think you were dying,” she countered, her voice still light. “I think you were exhausted and dehydrated.”

“No, I mean,” he shut the sink off and dried his hands, “the rest of it, too.”

She smiled, not quite sure how to respond to what he was saying. So many times over the previous weeks she thought about bringing it up, but it never went quite like this when she played it out in her head. She watched him closely as he leaned back against the counter right beside her.

“I’m glad that you found me,” she said, giving him credit where he truly felt that none was due. He turned his head to look at her and she added, “And I’m glad that you stayed.”

The only way that Nacho could explain what he felt at the sound of her words was saying it was as though his heart had tripped over its own feet. The beat got knocked off-kilter, nearly tumbling down a flight of stairs as he let himself feel the weight of what she’d said.

“I’m glad too,” he finally forced himself to speak, his voice coming out as barely a whisper.

They stood there beside each other for a moment. The outsides of their arms pressed against the other’s, contact running all the way down to where the outsides of their feet were just barely touching. There was something in the way that Gaby hardly ever seemed to shy away from looking him, or anyone really, in the eyes. Sometimes Nacho thought it was because she had nothing in the way of shame resting on her shoulders, nothing that would make her feel like she shouldn’t meet someone’s gaze. He wondered what that was like.

His eyes averted from hers, but just for the briefest moment as they wandered to her lips. She had a soft smile on, something that seemed so constant and natural for her. It was far from the first time that Nacho looked at her when she was like that and thought about kissing her, wondering what it would be like to be able to taste that kind of softness and comfort.

It wasn’t the first time the thought had crossed his mind, but it was the first time he made a move to do something about it. Reaching over, he cupped the side of her face before he could make himself stop. His thumb grazed along her cheek, eyes studying every aspect of her face, like he was admiring but also looking for any sign that he should quit while he might’ve still been ahead.

She didn’t pull away. There was no doubt or hesitation present in the way that she gently leaned into the contact, pressing cheek to palm. Her eyes shut, a little too long to be a blink. When she opened them again, looking up at Nacho through her eyelashes, he thought that he was going to sink clean through the floor beneath them.

His voice trembled slightly, sounding like a man that he didn’t even recognize as he whispered a soft, “Gaby…”

She reached up, threading her fingers with his. “Mhm?” she hummed.

He didn’t know if he actually had words ready to say in response, but if he did they all fell to the wayside. Leaning in, he carefully pressed his lips to hers. It was soft, tentative, nervous in a way that he hadn’t been around a woman in a long time. Part of him was still expecting her to pull away, but she didn’t. She leaned into him, her hand moving to rest flat against his chest. The erratic beating of his heart thrummed against her palm, and he could feel that same warm smile curl her lips as she continued to kiss him.

It was everything he could’ve ever wanted it to be and more.

He was keenly aware of everything about her, the way her hands slid to interlock behind his neck, the way she gently pulled him so that he was in front of her, putting her between him and the counter behind her. Nacho’s hands dropped to her waist for a moment before sliding up, fingers splaying across her back as he fought the urge to grip onto her shirt and pull her tighter, like she was at risk of slipping away from him.

She felt it, too, the tension that was beginning to rear its head as his lips moved against hers. She pulled away, not far, just enough so that she could look him in the eyes and make him look at her.

“Hey,” she brought her hand to his cheek, “you’re okay.”

His shoulders sagged in relief as she voice washed over him. He let his forehead drop to rest against hers, eyes drifting shut for a moment as he tried to soak it in, not just feel what she was saying but actually believe it too. Her fingertips were so soft as they trailed down the side of his face, pads of her fingers as they roamed over the stubble that was beginning to grow in again.

Tilting her chin up just slightly, she kissed him again, tender and quick. Nacho smiled, letting out a breath he didn’t realize he’d started to hold. He pulled her closer, not out of fear, but because it just felt like the small span of space between them was too much. Gaby melted into him, hands on the sides of his neck, the tips of her fingers just barely interlocking behind.

“Come on, hermoso,” there was gentle laughter in her voice as she pushed against him, separating herself from the counter so she could start pulling him out of the kitchen, “let’s go to bed.”

It was a strange moment when Nacho realized that the couch wasn’t going to be bed. His eyes only drifted away from Gaby for a moment, looking back at where his blankets and pillows were all still stacked so neatly at the end of the sofa. But then he felt the way her fingers trailed against his palm and all of his attention went back to her.

He let her pull him across the threshold and into her room. He didn’t even have it in him to look around, his eyes fixed on her and her alone. As she flicked on the lights of her bedroom, the only thing Nacho could think was that he hoped that, just like everything else about them, this wasn’t going to be just one night.

[hanzajesthanza]

Angouleme for the character bingo

i am so normal about them - did you know that when the guards call her "skittish" in her debut in ttos ch. 5 and fringilla calls her "flighty" in lotl ch. 4, they're actually using the same word, płochy? of which could be translated as "fickle," "thoughtless," "skittish," or "insignificant, trivial" or "unsteady in (her) feelings", or "careless," "untamed," or "reckless" ... isn't that interesting! i just think that's interesting.

i have so many headcanons about them - my entire (planned but not written) fic with her and regis spins around my head... i'm torn on whether to post a plot summary of this on here (basically copying over what i've said in discord messages), or if i want to avoid spoiling any of this and just wait until i've finished it (and who knows when or if i will ever write this)

*projects onto them like a mf* - yes, though admittedly to her detriment, it's a habit i've tried to stop. i find that my excessive editorializing of her spoils her character :p stick to the facts, people! i admit it's difficult if only because we share some similar issues, but the thing that i have to keep in mind is that we have entirely opposite personalities, and even if we feel similarly, her feelings will express themselves differently.

wordless space 1, "i just think she's neat"

everyone else is wrong about them - people just forget about her character, and i'm not only speaking of them forgetting about her existence - that they also do often enough, but they also do not pay attention to her. that's probably my biggest pet peeve regarding her, is that people find her quirky and funny, but do not remember the context around her character... that she nearly escaped the scaffold, and from that nearly the stake, with eyes gouged out and breasts torn by iron-hot pincers? that she genuinely was begging to be hanged when she was introduced as a character, begging for death? or that she has hidden from pursuers in toussaint before? that she has "friends" such as golan drosdeck whom she owed debts to? that she is knowledgeable about the mining operations and the reddishness of the earth, and explains the subject to geralt and cahir? or that she is upset when civilians are afraid of them from killing bandits "because they were evil," so she indeed has a moral compass? that she screams like a banshee when trying to kill nightingale? or that she 'resembled a pretty girl' when given a comb and dress, and that she got tipsy during the october banquet and could be heard throughout the hall? her character actually has so much detail and diversity if you actually pay attention, but hardly anyone remembers her as anything asides from a silly little girl that joined geralt's hanza and provides some laughs for the reader. and then they ask why the female characters are one-dimensional. idk, possibly because it is these reader which made them one-dimensional in their very own minds because they are not strong readers and forget all the detail that's literally written right there on the page... oh, and by the way, it was not a hanza before she joined, because she is the very one which dubs it that in the first place. before angouleme joined, they were just the "company". that is my angouleme rant done 😌

that's a solid design right there - canonically, great: "The girl sniffed again, inclined her head and fixed Geralt with her huge eyes. Nut-brown, not green. Then she shook her untidy mane of light hair, causing it to fall onto her forehead in unruly locks," and personally (if i can compliment the own personal way i see her), i love to give her a silhouette with a short, cropped top and long, flared pants. somewhat like this:

they are so silly - ignore my entire rant above about her being treated like a comic relief character and nothing more... because she is indeed funny and a bright little jester of a girl.

wordless space 2, "squeaky toy"

bastard - literally. she is an illegitimate child born out of wedlock.

character bingo

send an ask

[safetycar-restart]

enjoy this unhinged imagine of spending date night with sub!charles: on his yacht! with time stamps… and lots of kinky stuff 😌

[4 PM] the spot's isolated, the view’s great (it’s him. he is the view), paparazzi don’t bother this late when you’re far out, plus he knows the sea like the back of his sexy hand. before sunset, all you do is lay on your towel and watch him play in the water.

[4:30] charles is so silly, he always has to dive for the ball you’re passing him. you take so. many. fucking. pictures of your wet pretty boy. re-slathering him in sunscreen = mommy’s favorite activity. even the risque spots. you love when charles — ticklish as he is — squeals from all the relentless pinching. at least he won’t burn in the sun now 🦀😉

[5 PM] no, charles doesn’t have a red ass from spanking for once. it’s because he tried a rather experimental jump into the water. i swear he just craves pain. the man still can’t sit, so mister greek statue stands, dousing himself with a water hose for your viewing pleasure. he’s got the sexy yellow ICON swim shorts on because those are a must, and they really do fucking stick to his skin 👀

[5:30 PM] the barbecue? smoking like a stove. still not as hot as him! charles does all the cooking and cleaning for his goddess. even the dessert he prepped in the morning. you’ll probably eat it off his abs if we’re honest. a forehead kiss follows — you praise him for the tasty meal, only to snuggle and smooch together in a hammock on deck.

[6:45 PM] he makes sure he freshens/dresses up nicely in a black satin tux, black tie, cuffs, shiny shoes. mistress always picks his clothes. second dinner ahead: the yacht's master bedroom.

[7:10 PM] you rile up the incredulous cutie with a slow lapdance and pull his tie… which makes him go promptly insane 😊 no filter, these gorgeous moans are so damn loud. still dressed, he humps a pillow with no permission to cum, a thumb between your legs. you opt for riding his face to suffocate your honey bun as he deserves.

[8 PM] in typical fashion, charles is busy chugging liters of water after making you cum. the night gets worked up, you rip off his tuxedo, charles needs to feel some red ropes on his body. somebody ends up blindfolded, harnessed and tied to the bed with a hopeless erection unattended to. cue your favorite cock ring, some cane strokes to his thighs… until you edge him with a fleshlight, he swears his mind is breaking apart. pretty kitty will cry and gasp for air 😽

[8:30] this beautiful body twitching and straining is too stunning not to film. after charles feels like he died a thousand deaths and still throbs, you have him cum into his own curled palm. good boys lick up their mess! darling painstakingly cleans his hand with his mouth and chokes on those fingers like a champ. safe to say he’s all demolished… and you have so much juicy video footage of your beloved sub 💕

didn’t have a clue what aftercare/untying scenario would follow this up best, that’s where you come in ✍️ the suspense rises… how would the evening go on? 🤔

- george’s long legs anon 👕 enjoying your blog which is just marvelous, doing god’s work!! this is the place to be on f1 smutblr 🔥👌

👕 anon you are truly extraordinary. This is just… you keep on dropping these absolute masterpieces out of nowhere and I dont think I’ll ever recover from it.

Firstly, he’s planned this for AGES. One of his favourite things about owning a yacht is that he gets to take you on it, that you and him can just spend an evening or an entire day on the water together.

Especially because it’s something that Charles loves so so much? So getting to share it with his dom? Incredible. I also think he’s very protective of that time with you? He makes sure to not let his plans slip, because then his friends might ask to join. And he doesn’t want that!!! This is for his Dom and his dom only!!!

Of course charles knows the perfect place, and I think that he’s sentimental enough that he might always pick the same anchorage? Sure he’ll often explore new places with you, but when it’s time to just spend an evening today then he’ll always pick the same place.

He spends the first hour or so just playing in the water. Of course you’re more than welcome to join him in the water, but you could also just chill and watch him. He loves jumping into the sea, making a big plash and then coming out of the water and straight to you, giggling with his hair a complete mess.

And yes, sunscreen is VERY important. Your sweet boy is very sensitive to the sun and he completely forgets to put the sunscreen on himself. However he never complains when you call him over for more sunscreen, firstly because he’s a good boy but also because he would never complain about your hands on him.

Of course he always gets plenty of kisses to distract him until enough time has gone by that he can get back in the water.

Then, once he’s tired himself out then he simply must douse himself off with the water hose right in front of you. And yes, he does let his swim trunks fall dangerously low on his hips and yes he knows exactly what he’s doing. He knows his mommy’s eyes are on him and he wants to give a good show.

And yes he makes dinner himself. Honestly people who make fun of Charles cooking either haven’t experienced it or have only experienced it when he’s in a hurry. Because he does a great job for you.

Though that be because you’re the one who fucks him, yeah it’s probably that.

And the cuddles on the hammock after dinner and a requirement. You must do so. Charles literally got the hammock installed JUST for cuddles with you. He got one big enough for three people to ensure the two of you would fit comfortably and have the perfect cuddle space.

So he gets his cuddles and his kisses there. That’s where you start to work him up, praising him for the meal he made, thanking him for taking you out, calling him the sweetest prettiest sub you could ever ask for. He starts to get all wriggly in your arms, beginning to get turned on from all the touches and praise and kisses.

That’s when you send him off the bedroom to get changed into the clothes you’ve set out for him. He never knows what he’ll find there. You might have put a skirt out or lingerie or a full suit it something. Tonight it’s a full suit, because you want to undress him.

Riding his face while he’s still on the suit is incredible? You make him lay on his back so he doesn’t have anything to grind against, and you can see how hard he is in his fancy suit pants. His hips desperately on their own accord, trying to get some friction but he doesn’t ask for anything because he’s having the time of his life.

Even though he’s so desperate that there’s literally a wet spot of precum on his pants, he still doesn’t ask for more because he’s a good boy.

Then you have to undress him, treating him like you’re unwrapping the most fragile present and then you just have to tie him. You almost feel bad for edging him, but you desperately want to see him cry from pleasure.

And he does. Tears running down his cheeks as he’s begging you to let him cum. Of course you have to use your hand to actually make him cum, to hold him close and stroke his cock exactly how he likes until he’s crying out and spilling all over your hand.

Then he gets more cuddles on the hammock for a little while, feeling so happy and safe and warm and so so relaxed.

He gets cuddles for about an hour and then it’s time to head back to the dock. Charles drives the yacht and you hug him from behind. He’s fine being in control of that, as long as you hug him from behind the entire time and praise him once he’s docks the boat.

Then you’ll drive the two of you home, letting Charles keep his hand on your thigh for comfort and then he gets even more cuddles and praise.

It’s really just the perfect night.

[hb-writes]

Ready or Not

Summary: Lenny (OC) overhears her sister and Frank talking after she gets home tipsy from a party during senior year of high school and the conversation reignites some old doubts she’s been holding.

Characters: Maria Castle, Frank Castle & Lenny Falconio (OC) w/ mention of Billy Russo.

Request (from 💜 anon): Hello! For June requests how about,“We were never prepared for this.” & “How long were you standing there?” For The Punisher pretty please 💜

Content Warnings: Underage drinking, mention of parental death, mention of drunk driving.

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Please take a moment to tell me what y'all think! Reviews and comments are always appreciated. 😌❤️

Lenny held her breath and willed the stubborn sound of her beating heart to quiet enough that she could hear Frank and Maria talking below.

She was still in control of herself. Lenny tried to convince herself of that much.

She had been barely tipsy. Had barely had anything to drink before thinking better of it—before calling to have Billy come pick her up nearly an hour ago.

His disappointment, not entirely unexpected though he was more vocal about it on the car ride back to Bayside than Lenny had anticipated, had primed her for what she would find back at home. Billy’s pseudo lecture had Lenny nearly ready to be contrite by the time he pulled up out front, but then Maria had started right in the second they were through the door, ranting about teenagers drinking. Ranting about the decisions Lenny was making and the nefarious company she was keeping. Ranting about their parents, two people Lenny didn’t really even remember, young as they were when they perished at the hands of a drunk driver.

There was a reason why she’d called Billy first. She’d hoped he’d be cool about it, let her stay over maybe and avoid all this, but Billy had only commended Lenny on calling before things got too out of hand and promptly led her to her doom. He hadn’t been dressed for work, nor a casual evening at home when he showed up, and Lenny couldn’t help but wonder if she’d interrupted something. A date, maybe. Or a night out with the boys. 

The shortness creeping into the edge of Billy’s voice told her she had pulled him away from something, but his twinge of annoyance was nothing compared to Maria’s wrath.

Lenny had only gotten away and gone through the motions of going off to bed when Frank finally convinced Maria that the two of them shouting back and forth across the kitchen was enough…unproductive at this point. She hadn’t fought when Frank sent her up the stairs and she had every intention of getting her ass to bed, as her brother-in-law had suggested. Lenny quickly washed her face and changed out of the dress she’d borrowed from a friend’s closet, passing the stairs on the way back to her bedroom.

“We were never prepared for this, Frank.” 

Lenny swallowed hard, her hand gripping the rail. Maria’s words shouldn’t have hurt as bad as they did, especially considering Lenny had just finished shouting plenty of unsavory things at her older sister and Frank, and considering that she was a proper adult now, newly eighteen. And Lenny knew she wasn’t meant to hear the words in the first place. It was meant to be private, but it was a habit that was hard to put to rest. Spying on her older sister had at one point in time been the intent, but after a certain point, Lenny had come to find it comforting, listening to Maria and Frank talk about nothing and everything, seemingly none the wiser to her presence at the top of the stairs.

The words landed heavy as bricks though, nearly tearful as they came out of Maria’s mouth. Lenny stilled at the top step, straining as she waited to hear something more. The sound of Maria’s tears filled the quiet, sobering any of Lenny’s lingering intoxication on the spot. 

“I know,” Frank said, shushing her. Lenny imagined her brother-in-law holding her sister close, kissing her head and comforting her in the same way she’d been watching him comfort her for years. “It’s alright.”

Maria said something, her words muffled and dissolving in the air before clearly reaching Lenny’s ears. 

“Listen, you’re a great sister. Terrific. And a great mom. Len’s just—”

Again, Maria’s words were muffled, incomprehensible at the top of the stairs. 

“She’s a good kid,” Frank cut in. “She’ll make the right choice.”

“Yeah?” Maria asked, her voice suddenly louder and closer. “Like tonight?” 

Frank’s sigh was loud enough for Lenny to hear it. “She called,” he said. “That’s more than most kids would do.” 

“She called Billy,” Maria answered. “And if he wasn’t available, she would have called you. I’m her sister.”

“Exactly,” Frank answered. “You’re her sister.”

Lenny swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew she had fucked up, even if she had put up a front downstairs, shouting back at her sister. Even if Maria couldn’t see through it, Frank had. Frank knew the girl was testing her limits, pushing her sister away while they were still close enough for Lenny to push, trying to make it easier for herself to decide on a college, trying to take the bond with her family out of the equation though it was an impossible task. 

Maria had already taken up the stance that California was a bad idea. After living through years of Frank on lengthy deployments, the idea of simultaneously having her sister on the other side of the country was too much. And Frankie and Lisa were still so young. Neither of them had expected to be raising a teenager when they found out Lisa was on the way. Maria had always cared for her sister, but she had never expected to be dealing with this while potty training one kid and preparing to send the other off to kindergarten. She was only twenty-four. 

“She’s too young,” Maria said. “She can’t go.” 

“Same age as I was when—”

“It’s different.” 

It was different, but not in the way Maria meant because she was reaching for the fact that, for some reason, her sister wasn’t ready for that. Wasn’t mature enough for it. If Maria had been more grounded in that moment, she would have realized that Frank—at the same age Lenny was now—going off to war was different in a worse way than her sister choosing a college on the opposite side of the country. Far worse. Far more risky.

But Maria wasn’t thinking rationally, her mind and her heart tied up by the complicated dynamics that held Maria and Lenny together. Siblings. Best friends. Something akin to mother and child, somedays

There was a bit of shuffling on the floor below and Lenny strained once again to hear her sister’s words, all of them muffled by the movement. From her spot on the steps, all Lenny heard was, “not ready.” 

Something caught again in Lenny’s throat at the words, her muscles straining at the heavy and stubborn lump making her want to cry. She longed for her bedroom, she longed to have never heard any of it, but the feeling in her throat seeped into the rest of her body, fixing her there at the top of the stairs. 

In the distance, Lenny heard the screen door leading to the back yard open and close, but she didn’t move. She didn’t shift at all, not even as her ears perceived Frank’s movements towards the stairs, her mind barely aware of it until he was staring up at her from the bottom step with a frown. 

“How much of that did you hear?” 

Lenny didn’t answer, but Frank figured she had heard enough. 

“Goodnight,” Lenny mumbled as she finally pushed herself up from the floor and took the quick steps down the hall to her bedroom, closing the door firmly behind her before she allowed herself to let out all that she’d been holding. 

For years, Lenny had cradled the notion deep inside of her that she was a burden to her sister and her brother-in-law, an intrusion in the life they were meant to have, something they shouldn’t have had to deal with.

Lenny didn’t blame them if there was resentment.

Calling Billy first had been an attempted act of self preservation, yes, but on some level, Lenny had also sidestepped her sister to save them the trouble. It was partly why she was considering California—to give them all a bit of space—a taste of the normal family life she’d taken from them for so many years…

Lenny wasn’t sure she was prepared for it…to be so far away from her family and her friends…her home, but Maria and Frank had never been prepared to take on raising her and the more Lenny thought of it, maybe it was only fair that she go and let them have their own life.

Ready or not…

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[bropunzeling]

For the prompt thing, what about Brady/Quinn and Werewolf? 😌🙏

"I thought you were the Wolverines," Brady says.

Quinn has heard Brady make this joke approximately one thousand times. It has not gotten funnier. "Can I have my shorts?" Quinn asks.

From his spot by the pile of clothes next to the deck chairs, Brady hands over Quinn's shorts. In the full moonlight, it's easier to see his face -- tired, some, but not too bad.

"Did we keep you up?" Quinn asks, more out of curiosity than anything else. Brady's known for years about Quinn -- hard not to, when Quinn was living in his basement and his pockets all through high school -- but he's only been around for Quinn, really. Quinn and Jack and Luke and Trevor and some of Luke's dumbass friends from college -- well, they can be a bit much. Especially on a moon run.

"Nah, wasn't too bad." Brady leans back in his chair. "The howling chilled out pretty quick." He yawns, looking around the backyard. "They gonna be a while?"

"Yeah." Part of the point of the lake house is it's easier to go run around than at home. Normally Quinn would be out there until dawn, wrestling and running and eating things he tries not to think about when he's on two legs. It's what makes summer, summer.

This summer, though, Brady is here. And wherever Brady is, so's Quinn.

Jack had something to say about that, a few days ago. "You're different, when he's here," he'd hissed, before stealing a bite of Quinn's sandwich.

Quinn had rolled his eyes, then. But he has to admit Jack might have a point. Ever since Brady got to Michigan, Quinn's been tugged to him, unable to pull away.

"You gonna stay up?" Brady asks, yawning again. He waves a hand at Quinn; Quinn grabs it, hauling him up out of the deck chair. Brady staggers to his feet, then braces himself on Quinn's shoulders, chin digging into the top of Quinn's head. "Fuck, you're warm," he says.

"Wolf," Quinn points out. His face is shoved into the curve of Brady's neck. Here, he can smell Brady's soap, and toothpaste, and underneath it all, the part of Brady that will always smell the same, like the earth just after it rains. Here, he can feel the thud of Brady's pulse, know how easy it would be to open his mouth and scrape down with his teeth. The way he's thought about doing since he was sixteen.

There's a word for that, for the way Quinn is stuck on Brady. Deeper than friendship, longer than a crush. But come September, Brady will be in Ottawa, and Quinn in Vancouver. It's simpler not to say anything, better not to let this get out of Quinn's control. He can get by with just the summer.