#I feel as though that was a tongue twister …

[bunveh]

Kaveh is so perfect bcos he’s a guy of course cause realistically I DO like guys but he’s not intimidating because he’s a dude since I have this issue of seeing a guy as a /guy/ which ends up poorly LOL

[little-diable]

Cocky Tornado Wrangler – Tyler Owens (smut)

Finally watching Twisters tonight. My poor aunt who has to listen to me gush about our husband. Thank you so much for the love on my other Tyler fic, I hope y'all will love this just as much. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: There are many things (y/n) would prefer to having to share a room with the man she hates. But does she really hate him? Or will the bed they share be enough to push them closer together?

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral (f), piv, enemies to lovers, lots of teasing

Pairing: Tyler Owens x fem!reader (3.8k words)

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Her voice dripped with exhaustion, eyes tired and ready to flutter shut any moment now. But fuck, she couldn’t give in just yet, had to fight yet another battle with the self proclaimed tornado wrangler who was staring down at her with his signature smirk glued to his lips.

The smirk he wore in every video of his. Videos she watched whenever they were uploaded to his channel. Not that she’d ever tell Tyler that. And god forbid he’d ever stumble upon the saved favourites she watched in moments where she needed distraction from everything but him. 

“Well, seems like your prayers were answered, pretty. An EF4 and now we get to share a room, certainly feels like we’re even closer to heaven now, doesn’t it?” Tyler’s hand found her waist to give it a soft squeeze before he gently pushed her further into the motel room. It had been an exhausting day, filled with adrenaline highs as they chased tornadoes until the late evening. Even though they had been mesmerised by the beautiful disaster, they were now forced to stay in one of the close towns, cut off from the highway heading home. 

“I can take the couch.” She had her eyes set on the rather worn out couch which had been pushed against one of the walls that were painted in a faded out pink colour. The whole room made her feel like she was back at her grandparents home, letting an almost melancholic feeling settle in the pit of her stomach. 

“You sure you don’t wanna share? The bed’s big enough, or I could take the couch.” Tyler hung up his still wet hat before placing his bag down on the bed. (Y/n) watched him take in the room, giving her a few seconds to curse him for wearing a white shirt that now clung to his muscular upper body. His back muscles were shining through the wet fabric, letting her get lost in the thoughts of how it must feel to brush her nails along his soft skin. Thoughts that shot heat straight down to her core, knowing that she’d have to take care of that cursed longing in the shower. 

“In your dreams, Owens, and we both know you won’t fit on that couch.” His raspy laugh left her grinning, unable to stop her tired face from reacting to the man (y/n) claimed she hated and yet needed to feel close at any given chance. 

“Trust me, baby, my dreams are all about sharing a bed with you and so much more.” With a wink thrown her way, Tyler plopped down on the bed. He studied her for a moment, taking in her wet frame while his tongue kissed his teeth and his muscular arms were locked behind his head. She needed to get out of here, needed to find shelter in the warm shower before her body would do something she couldn’t stop it from doing. 

“I’ll grab a quick shower.” (Y/n) didn’t wait for his reply, darting for the bathroom that was just big enough for her to let go of a deep breath. 

She hated that she had dreamt of moments like these, wondering how it may play out with Tyler by her side, having to share a bed while the world outside was ending. And all they’d have eyes for would be one another, no matter how many tornadoes called for them. 

Within seconds, (y/n) had shuffled out of her wet clothes only to step into the small shower. She couldn’t stop her soft moan from leaving her as the warm water cascaded down her back as if it were hugging her. The silence she was now offered forced her thoughts back to the longing she couldn’t shake, the need to take care of the pulsing between her thighs that grew stronger with every passing moment. 

Her fingers moved quickly, knowing that she didn’t have much time before Tyler would disturb her peace, desperate for a shower himself. With her teeth buried in her lower lip, (y/n) let her fingers circle her pulsing bundle, imaging Tyler’s fingers instead of her own. 

Would he touch her with the same kind of urgency? Would he draw the same moans from her she oh so desperately wanted to give in to? No, he wouldn’t. He’d make her feel things she had never felt before, clashing through her like a tornado stronger than she had ever been fortunate enough to study. Tyler Owens was her own personal disaster and she was close to letting him rip her off her feet, close to allowing him to have his way with her without being able to protest. 

“Fuck,” the word rolled off her tongue all too quickly, knowing that she was already close to giving in to her high. (Y/n) didn’t pay the ache in her forearm any mind, didn’t worry about the way her fingers begged her to move slower, all she was focused on were her thoughts that painted a picture of Tyler and the way he’d touch her.

And with her head rolled back and her lips tightly pressed together, she came. (Y/n) let her orgasm wash through her, rubbing her pulsing bundle a few more times before her tired body found its way out of the shower.

It took her a second to realise that she hadn’t taken any clean clothes with her, drawing yet another exhausted groan from her. Carefully, she opened the door, hiding behind her towel while her eyes found Tyler’s frame. No longer was he wearing his shirt, exposing his muscular upper body to her eyes which tried to burn every inch of his naked skin into her mind. 

“Tyler,” her soft voice drew his eyes from his phone. “Do you have a shirt I can borrow?”

She expected a snarky comment, anything to tease her and rile her up some more, but Tyler stayed quiet, eyes focused on the parts of her body that weren’t covered by the door or her towel. (Y/n) could have sworn that he had swallowed heavily first before rising to his feet to reach for his bag. His eyes stayed glued to her while he reached a shirt out for her to take, letting his fingers brush against hers for a moment. 

It was cheesy almost, the buzz of lighting striking her at the small contact. A touch so small and yet so significant, her mind would probably think of it for days and nights to come.

With a small “thank you” rolling off her tongue, (y/n) stepped back into the bathroom to put on the shirt, grateful that it was long enough to cover her panties. Trembling legs carried her back into the room, not daring to look at Tyler, whose eyes she felt on her frame. No words were spoken between them as he pushed past her into the bathroom, allowing (y/n) to deeply exhale the second she was left alone once again. 

……

The moments after Tyler had returned from the shower, wearing nothing but boxers that clung to his body just as tightly as his wet shirt had, had been filled with a tight atmosphere. Barely any words had been shared between them, not as she had made herself comfortable on the couch, not as he had turned off the light while stretching out on the bed.

She had turned her back to him to stop her eyes from wandering, knowing that no matter how tired she was, her mind wouldn’t let her rest. Not when he was so close to her. Not when she heard his uneven breaths that told her he was still awake. Not when she could easily move closer to feel him pressed against her. 

What was he thinking of? Was he still riled up by today’s chase? Or was he also thinking of those moments where he had passed his shirt to her? 

Even though she begged her body to stay calm, to not move back towards him, she lost the fight within seconds. Her front was turned towards him, letting her eyes rest on the parts of his body that weren’t hidden by the blanket, making her awfully aware of how close he was to her. 

This was unusual for them, quiet moments where neither spoke, where no teasing or bickering could be heard. Nothing but the breaths both let go of while he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling and she wasn't strong enough to look away from him just yet.

“I can feel you staring, pretty.” Tyler rolled his head towards her, eyes meeting (y/n)’s like lightning striking a tree, buzzing straight through it to set it ablaze. “What’s going on in that confusing mind of yours?”

“Just because you’re not smart enough to understand my thoughts it doesn’t mean my mind’s confusing.” The words had left her all too quickly, drawing a gritty laugh from Tyler. A sound she loved hearing, no matter how hard she tried to deny it. A sound that left her smiling the second her ears were fortunate enough to hear it. 

“You wound me. I’d say we’re a pretty good team when it comes to understanding your plans.” Heat spread through every part of her body, a heat she was all too used to by now but still didn’t know how to work with. She rolled her eyes at Tyler before refocusing on his handsome features, taking in every part of the face she knew like the back of her hand. 

Her breath hitched in her chest as he lifted the blanket, patting the spot next to him, “Come up here, I don’t need you complaining about back pain tomorrow.”

(Y/n)’s body moved without holding back, crawling to the spot next to him as if she had done this numerous times before. It felt awfully right to lay next to him, to feel Tyler’s arm slowly wrap around her middle to cage her against his chest. 

“Do you remember the first time we chased together?” She tried to stop her hand from moving as he spoke, she really did. But yet (y/n) miserably failed, unable to keep away from his soft skin any longer, needing to feel it beneath her wandering fingers as she traced slow patterns on the skin of his warm chest. 

“I wanted to break your nose that day, god, you were even cockier back then. Do you still think people instantly recognise you when you meet them?” He shook his head with a smirk playing on his lips, tightening his grip on (y/n) as she shuffled even closer. That day was replaying in her mind every now and then, remembering how he had misjudged her for a fangirl, expecting her to almost faint when shaking his hand. And yet she hadn’t known much about him, had never watched any of his videos before that day. Something Tyler hadn’t taken as lightly as he should have, turning into the cocky asshole she had cursed for the past months.

“I no longer care about that, only worry about impressing you, pretty.” He pressed a kiss to her hairline before he let his eyes flicker back to the ceiling. His sharp jawline was exposed to her wandering eyes, making (y/n) awfully aware of how easily she could kiss him right now. It took everything in her not to move, to hold still as her heart picked up its beat. Whatever it was that had urged her on to fight against him these past months, it was now gone, leaving her unable to fight back and in need of something more. 

“We both know that’s a lie, Owens. All you worry about is tornadoes and busty women who ask you to sign their cleavages.” Her laugh was mixed with his as he let his gaze find hers again while squeezing her side. She fought against his grip, hating that he had found her most ticklish spot that made her toss and turn against him. Tyler seemed to enjoy the sight, letting his fingers find the spot again while shifting her around to hover over (y/n). With one hand pressed to the pillow and his knees caging in her right thigh, he left her no room to move away from him. 

“Do I hear jealousy?” His eyes wandered over her face, focusing on her lips as she fought against the need to look away. “You know there’s no need to be jealous, pretty. All you gotta do is give in and stop fighting our bond.” 

A sharp reply was burning on her tongue, and yet her body managed to win the fight, letting her fingers find the back of Tyler’s neck to pull him in for a soft kiss. He instantly replied to the touch, adding more pressure to the kiss with his body shuffling closer. It felt as if they were burning, tied together like two matches setting a petrol station ablaze, ready to alight the darkening night. 

With every swipe of his tongue, with every moan rumbling through them, it set in further that this was finally happening, that they were finally crossing that last bridge. No longer was she set on fighting it, purely focused on Tyler’s touch and the need to feel him as close as humanly possible. 

“Talk to me, baby, what do you want?” Her mind was torn between the kisses they kept sharing and the feeling of him growing against her thigh, telling (y/n) that he needed and wanted this as much as she did. Her fingers combed through his hair, letting her nails scratch his skin with just enough pressure to leave him tingling in excitement. 

“Everything, I want all of you, Tyler.” Hours ago she would have cursed herself for giving in so easily, for admitting that insatiable hunger she had felt for months now. But she no longer found it in herself to care, could no longer shy away from having whatever Tyler was about to offer her. Her words drew a groan from the tall tornado wrangler who kissed his way down her throat while shifting his weight onto his knees. They held eye contact as his hands disappeared beneath the shirt of his she was wearing, finding their way straight to her chest. 

“Fuck, feels like you were made for me, every part of you.” His praises sank in like a ship hitting the ocean ground, sinking lower with every passing second, forever resting on the ground like the praises he spoke to her. Forever etched into her mind. Forever remembering the way they made her feel lightheaded and giddy. 

Urgently he pulled the shirt over her head, set on exposing her body to his hungry eyes. Tyler let go of another groan as he looked down at her, making a silent promise that he’d have to take a picture of her in that position one of these days. He dipped his head down to  suck on her nipples, making her moan for him while she spread her thighs for him. His core met hers, leaving both breathless as his clothed cock rubbed against her clothed heat – a feeling so intense, it only urged Tyler on to move further down her body. 

“Will you let me taste you, pretty?” Only a breathless “Please” left (y/n), drawing a smirk to his lips. She watched his eyes light up as he pushed her panties down her legs, looking like he was marvelling at art – art so mesmerising he couldn’t stop staring. 

“Let me make you feel good, baby.” Those were the last words Tyler spoke before his tongue brushed her folds, drawing a moan from the both of them. His arms wove their way around her thighs, keeping her pressed to him as he ate her out like a starving man, high on her taste and the sounds she made for him. 

Nothing but moans managed to leave (y/n), getting lost in the feeling of Tyler sucking on her pulsing bundle, while he pushed two fingers into her – doing just what she had imagined him doing in the shower a while ago. He instantly managed to find that spot that made her see stars as he pressed down on it with his fingers, forcing (y/n) to choke on her sounds.

“Oh god, Tyler,” he chuckled against her skin, letting the sound vibrate through every part of her. From the corner of his eyes he could see her fist the covers with her free hand, the one that wasn’t buried in his hair, telling him that she was already close. And yet Tyler knew that he’d pull away soon, wanting to feel her cum around his cock like he had imagined her doing the past months. 

Tyler had worked hard for her attention, knowing that he had fucked it up the first time they had met. She had instantly managed to push him off his high horse, bruising his ego with her sharp words he could still recite today. And yet it had only made him desperate for more, set on pulling her closer like no other woman before her. 

“I could die a happy death between your thighs, pretty, but I need to fuck you now.” The dazy look she shot him made him feel proud, knowing that she had been about to cum on his tongue. She didn’t reply, at least not with words, with nothing but a whine did she pull him towards her for another kiss. He shuffled out of his boxers, freeing his twitching cock with a few movements. 

“Let me grab a condom.” He left her side for a moment, allowing (y/n) to sort through her thoughts which were all over the place. And yet she couldn’t carry about anything but the need to feel him buried inside of her, knowing that once she knew what it feels like to have him so close, she’d never be able to let him go again. A thought that left her torn between excitement and anxiety, unsure what was awaiting them. 

“Do you still want this? We don’t have to do this if you’re unsure, (y/n).” Tyler’s whispers ripped her out of her spiralling thoughts. She shook her head at him before pulling back in, focused on his handsome face, mustering every spot she could blindly find. 

“I want this, want you.” That’s all he needed to hear before aligning himself with her heat and slowly pushing into her. With his forehead pressed against hers, both needed a moment to adjust, not expecting to feel this, unable to put the sensation into any words that would make sense to their minds. It felt like they had been made for one another, made solemnly for this moment that felt as if the world had spinning, thrown off its path. 

“Move, please, Ty’.” He instantly gave in, pulling out of her only to push in with more strength. Their bodies met with every ferocious thrust, sending bolts of electricity down her spine. She arched her back off the mattress, needing to be even closer to him while he kept burying himself inside of her. 

Blood rushed in her ears, drowning everything out but the sounds Tyler made, sounds so raspy and deep she feared it was another tornado growing in the distance, guttural sounds which left her walls fluttering around his cock. Her fingernails scratched at his shoulder, set on leaving red marks that wouldn’t fade for days, claiming him in the most primal way she could come up with at that moment. 

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you like that for the rest of my life.” The words roll off his tongue just like that. There was no way he could stop them from leaving him. And for the first time in minutes she finds herself ripped out of her state, staring up at him with wide eyes. But Tyler doesn’t say another word, all he does is study her while fucking her closer to the edge. 

“Do you mean that?” She struggled to speak, needing to ground herself before choking on her words. Their eyes kept holding contact, even as he nodded his head while watching a smile grow on her slightly swollen lips. “Good, I don’t want you to let me go again, Owens.”

He took the words as a challenge, adding even more pressure to his thrusts to throw (y/n) back into her dazed state. With his fingers circling her pulsing bundle, he knew that it was only a matter of moments before she’d cum around his cock, allowing him to take in the most beautiful sight he’d ever be fortunate enough to see. 

His name left (y/n) one last time before falling off the edge. His hips kept meeting hers, fucking her through her high while feeling his own crawling closer. She clung to him, murmuring his name like her own personal mantra as he followed her, letting go with a groan she’d forever remember.

It took both a moment to move again, for him to pull out of her and to get rid of the condom and for her to slightly shift around on the mattress, watching his every move with her weight balanced on her forearms. Tyler found his way back to her within seconds, hovering over her to press another kiss to the lips he’d never get tired of kissing. 

“Are you okay?” His whispers left (y/n) grinning, nodding against his lips while another wave of euphoria swapped through her. 

“More than.” Unspoken feelings were hanging heavily in the air, knowing that both would have to address them rather soon, but all they did was look at one another, marvelling at the person they never wanted to let go of again. “Thank you for this.”

“Nothing to thank me for, pretty. And hell, I’m not even close to being finished with you tonight.”

[ddejavvu]

Tyler Owens x Shy!Reader giving each other a good luck kiss before a tornado chase🩵🌪️

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You're relieved that Tyler won't be gone for days, crossing state lines to chase this twister, but that comes with a downside: it's local. That means that, though the tornado's path isn't projected near your home, you're still on high-alert as anxiety convinces you that something will change and your house will be torn down plank by plank and blown away into oblivion.

"I'll be back for dinner," Tyler vows, grinning at you with the thrill of the chase already gleaming in his eyes and smile, "You just sit pretty 'til I'm back, darlin', and we can go out tonight. Get somethin' real nice, then we can go dancin' afterwards. In our own little corner, I promise." He tugs you close, miming how things will go only hours from now, knowing your tendency to be shy in large crowds.

The roaring of tires on gravel lets you know that Tyler's crew has arrived, and you've mostly conquered your nerves surrounding them. They're lovely people, if only a little intense, but you still feel sometimes like a complete outsider. Still, you wave sweetly to them, and a chorus of greetings floats your way over the open Arkansas air.

"Alright," Tyler pats once, twice against your hip, "That's my cue. If I don't get goin' soon, Boone's gonna start throwing shit at me."

"I'll protect you," You shrug, drinking in the last of his embrace- logically, the last of it for only a few hours. Irrationally- the last of it you might ever get. You shake away a shuddery feeling in your chest as Tyler laughs at your joke, squeezing you tighter around the waist.

"That's right, you're my little protector, aren't you? 'Gonna get those big ol' muscles out and show 'em all who's boss?"

Flexing your biceps does absolutely nothing to show them off like it does when Tyler does it, and you can feel the fondness in his ear-to-ear grin.

"Alright, darlin'." He lets go of your waist and suddenly the handprints on your sides are cold, terribly so, as a mild wind blows through your front yard, "Stay safe in here, m'kay? The storm's projected to go east but you know the drill; keep weather alerts on and hole up in the cellar if anything changes. Love you," He squeezes your hand in lieu of a kiss, something you're decidedly uncomfortable with in public, but when he turns to walk away, you act on impulse and grab his wrist.

"Ty-" You gasp, almost as shocked at your actions as he is when he turns to raise a questioning brow at you.

"Hm?"

"Uh- I," You stammer, his eyes like spotlights showcasing your awkward stance before you realize that words are failing, and the only thing you can do is kiss him.

You surge forwards, tugging him along to meet you in the middle as you lean up to press your lips to his. He's surprised if the way that his eyes go wide is any indication, and you feel like you're stealing his breath when his chest tightens up. It takes him barely a second to melt into it, but it's a second that feels like an eternity as your brain and heart race in tandem.

There's cheering, whooping, shouting, and a slew of other reactions from his crew that you'll lay awake embarrassed about later tonight, but for now you kiss Tyler Owens like it's the last time you'll see him- because it might be.

The words, 'Good luck,' are whispered softly against his lips when you part from them, and his eyes are hazy before he blinks away the cloudy daze he's trapped in. He stares down at you, equal parts bewildered and head-over-heels, and his grin is less cocky, more sappy now as he watches you.

"That was one hell of a kiss," He remarks, smoothing his tongue between the seam of his lips and catching your chapstick, "I don't even think I wanna go out now. Tornado be damned, the real fun's right here."

"Go," You push against his chest, and your laughter comes easy despite having just stepped so far out of your comfort zone, "Go and be back for dinner and dancing!"

"Yes ma'am!" Tyler calls, walking backwards towards his own truck as his crew splits in half to fill both vehicles equally, "I love you!"

He says it like it's an inside joke, like it's something he's informing you of for the first time instead of something you'd just pressed against his mouth.

You grin back, lazy and sure even amongst the watchful eyes of his crew, "I love you too, Ty."

[cherry-leclerc]

i hate you. i hate you? ☆ cs55

genre: humor, fluff, love confessions, childhood friends to enemies/rivals to lovers (damn, tongue twister), maybe a bit angsty (don't worry too much about it though, lol), flashbacks that add to a tiny slow-burn

word count: 3.5k

The dwindling friendship that comes crashing down when you get offered the opportunity of a lifetime. Leading to a bumpy road with your best friend.

req!... i swear that when i put angst ITS NOT BAD. anyways, enjoy, anons!

Me encantaría formar parte del equipo, you muse whimsically, pigtails flying against the winter breeze. Sería un sueño hecho realidad. 

Despite being young, you knew you were different— came from a divergent background compared to those around you. Your family definitely didn’t have the resources to fulfill your dream to kart or race professionally. You partially blame your brothers for getting you into the sport. 

Si. Lo sería, a particular Spaniard, agrees. You smile. Your parents share a pitiful glance before sitting you down. It wasn’t going to happen, not because they didn’t want to but simply because they couldn’t afford such an expensive hobby that would probably kick you in the butt. 

That’s where your first guardian angel appeared. Carlos Sainz Sr. Better known as your best friend's father. Without a doubt, he offers to sponsor you, for he grew keen on having you around, enjoying time by the pool with his two girls and shy son. 

Was there a way you could ever thank him? No, not really— nothing would ever cover all he’s ever done for you, but you’d make sure to try your best to find a way. Even if it took you a lifetime. 

-

“You’ve known her for a lifetime! Probably five, for all we know!” Lando yelps, running a hand through his curls. “You can’t just call it quits on your friendship just like…” He snaps his fingers. 

Carlos shrugs. He fills up a styrofoam cup of coffee, silently offering one to his moody friend. The Brit rolls his colorful eyes. You’re making a mistake, he presses. It’s the Spaniards turn to grow serious. 

“Por favor—she should have thought about that before she stole my seat.”

That, you did. It wasn’t an easy decision to make. It could have never been, even if you had been warned. But suddenly you were getting an opportunity, the kind you only ever dreamt of. Carlos would be fine, he was a man who would eventually have a pile of teams interested in keeping him around. You, on the other hand, were surprised that anyone was even intrigued in having you form a part of their F1 team, much less— Ferrari. 

This was it, and you had to grab at the opportunity. You just never imagined losing a friend along the way.

Why would you even consider accepting? You flinch and he’s looking as if he regrets it, so you give him the benefit of the doubt. 

I know this isn’t what we were expecting, but think of it this way. I'd be coming in 2025 and you would already be too busy preparing to join Audi! It’ll work out. You’re still doing that, right? You knew he was, he had been so excited and told you as soon as he found out. Audi was in his blood.

He runs a large hand through his tangled hair, sighing. Still. You have to say no. You can’t do that to me. It’d be embarrassing.

Your shoulders drop an inch. Why? Because you’re being bought out or because a woman is keeping your seat? His silence is enough for your heart to break and for your mind to be made up.

I’m signing. 

-

There is indignation, and then there is you.

“You are such a—argh!” Pounding your fists against the locked door, you reach out to briskly twist the knob, trying your best to get out of the cramped room. The world was spinning, and you could feel a migraine rolling in strongly, but you swore—swore—you would kill him as soon as you got your hands on him. 

The morning had started off fairly simple. Show up, run a few tests on the stimulator, get to know a few of the mechanics you’d be working with, and finally, sign your contract. You had waited longer than intended, due to minor changes you had suggested, so you were extremely ready to get it done. This was supposed to be your day.

That is until the grumpy Spaniard pushed you, locked you in, and ran off before you had a chance to register what was going on. Fred had been adamant—show up on time. The next time he would be available would not be until three weeks, and that was ridiculously long if anyone were to ask. Carlos knew that.

Charles hums slowly, munching on a pack of M&M's when he hears the spine-chilling scream you let out, wood vibrating as you punch angrily. Hurrying over, he unlocks it from the outside, surprised by your appearance. Your hair is tussled, face is blotchy, vein throbbing. It’s definitely a sight to say the least. He mentions something about —he went that way— and —think about what you’re going to do— but you’re off before you settle with any of it.

The twists and turns make your head hurt, practically seeing red before you come to a halt. Smiling sophisticatedly, Carlos is sat, legs crossed, fingers pointing to his watch. No. “News for you, my dear friend; Fred just left.” The Spaniard winces playfully, already making his way out the door. “Guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Charles was right. You should have thought about what you would do. Jumping onto his large back, your flimsy hands dig into the forest he calls hair, and pull. He screeches, swaying from side to side as he hurriedly tries to disconnect your legs from around his waist. Let go, he groans harder when you pinch his arm. 

“Why? Why did you do this—any of this?” At this point you’re kicking and screaming, panting, heaving. “Is it really that difficult to accept it? You lost. I’m in, you’re out.”

“At least we know she’s a fighter.”

Coming to a sudden stop, your eyes flicker to the familiar voice, instantly burning up. Fred taps his foot gingerly against the white tiles, an amused Monegasque standing right behind him. Jumping off of the sulky brunette, you begin to shake your head in disbelief, pointing towards the exit. “N-no…you’re supposed to be gone. He…” Then it hits you. This was a fucking set up.

“While I’m evenly impressed by your toughness, I will say, I think we should put a hold on signing.” Your stomach drops. The older man quickly waves his hands in dismissal, grinning apologetically. “We still want you! Nothing has changed, but I think it’s for the best that you fix things with Carlos before doing so. It’ll be good for you two.” With that, he bows his head, and strolls away, heading for the airport.

“I’m out too,” Charles whispered, slowly stepping back. “Fill me in on what happens, though!” 

As soon as your breath evens out—and Carlos creates a safe distance between you two—you let out a deranged chuckle. He almost cringes at the cold sound, but keeps his chin up high. “You did this all on purpose?” It’s a question but comes out more like a confirmation, which in a way, it was. Shutting your eyes, you tilt your head with a ghostly smile. “You knew he hadn’t left and let me make a fool out of myself. Why would you do that?” you grit, orbs laser focused on him as if you could light him up into flames if you really set your mind to it.  

“Why would I not?” he stubbornly spits back.

“You asshole, I’m just trying to make your dad proud.”

A pinch of guilt dives deep into his veins as he watches you stomp down the hallway, mindlessly tugging at his heart.

-

I say we let him burn, Ana pitches the idea, laying flat on her bed as you scoff with a knowing smile. 

Does it make me a bad person if I don’t disagree with you? 

She sits up, eyeing where you calmly paint down on a canvas. She squints her eyes. “What even is that?” Holding your art with pride, you shoot a sheepish smile. Nice, huh? The Spaniard’s youngest sister giggles, nose scrunching up at the dark sight. “I’m confused—is he supposed to look like that?”

You curl an analytical brow, shooting a quick snarl. “I think it’s pretty good. And yes. He’s supposed to be getting run over by my future car. What a sight.” You dramatically swoon.

Ana drops her stare, focusing instead with a teasing curl gripping the corner of her lips. “Remember when instead of plotting his death, you’d be fantasizing about a life with him? God, I could still remember all the hearts—the glitter.” She shudders, faintly recalling the mess in her room, which led to Reyes giving you both a good scolding, but not before winking at a red-faced you. 

Looking away feverishly, you shake your head, picking up the flimsy paint brush once again, never once bothering to make eye contact with her. “I was young. Stupid as shit. I can’t even remember what I loved about him.”

“Liked,” she corrects you.

You cough. “Right. Liked.”

-

If the Spaniard took the time to sit down, roll through a philosophical journey, wonder where things might have changed for him—it would have saved him enduring a puddle of dreadfulness at this very moment.

Ana’s wedding. The first of his sisters who would get married. It was a bittersweet day, and not just because she was finally leaving the family nest. “Who is she…” he can hear himself ask. Almost demand. The brunette smirks, slightly pleased. 

“My best friend. You’re nemesis,” she jokes. 

Carlos growls slowly, lightly pinching her cheek as she yelps. “With. You know what I mean.”

“Lalo. She met him a few weeks ago. Very nice guy.” A beat. “Please don’t ruin my wedding.”

But he’s not even listening. Brown eyes follow to where you stand straight, arms crossed over your body like a shield. He always knew you’d been self-conscious, but never understood why. You were stunning. Lavender dress hugs your curves beautifully. A trace of honey fills any area you fall into. Your hair is nicely pinned up, allowing him to enjoy your silky skin. 

And it seems like Lalo too.

Rubbing a large hand against his smooth jaw—which was only neat since Reyes had hounded him to fix his appearance for his sister’s big day—he smoothly made his way over. Rupert warns the Spanirad with his eyes, but Carlos scoffs. Did everyone think he had something up his sleeve? 

“Enjoying yourselves?”

Mid-sip, your face freezes, doe-eyes flickering between Lalo, then Carlos. Then Carlos, then Lalo. God, when did the room begin to boil? Your voice gets caught in your throat, to make matters worse. Carlos’ personal trainer pity’s you for a split second, deciding to help out. “The drinks are stellar, mate. We’ve been hogging the bar for so long at this point.”

The brown eyed boy studies your so-called date, faking a cold smile. “You don’t say…Carlos, by the way,” he says, extending his arm out. “Remind me of your name again, sorry, she’s just never mentioned you before. At all, really. I apologize.”

“That’s okay, we only just met a few weeks ago. We’re taking it slow.” We’re. The word itself makes the 29 year old fear he might puke right then and there. “Eduardo, but you can call me Lalo. Huge fan.”

“Mines or hers?” Carlos bitterly questions, thick lips forming a straight line. Lalo awkwardly clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth, pulling away and leaning in to hold you close. 

“Guess it’s my turn to apologize now. Hers. Always. But you’re pretty cool, too, I suppose.” His voice is light, unbothered. It makes Carlos tick furiously, though he doesn’t dare show it. You can’t pinpoint the moment tension rose up, snapping you out of your trance. Blinking hastily, you aim a sour snarl at the Spaniard. 

“We were sort of having a good time, so…” You shoo him away with a jeweled hand. “I just don’t want to kill the vibes. You understand, right?” Barely giving him a chance to respond, you turn back to your conversation, leaving Lalo and Rupert to appear puzzled, but stupidly playing along.

With a raw click of the tongue, the 29 year old takes a step forward, leveling down to your ear. “Pretend all you want, but you’re still wearing my initials around that pretty wrist of yours.” And walks away.

It was true. Your parents had gifted you a lucky charm bracelet for your fourteenth birthday, and Carlos greedily beat everyone to it. A car, for your love for Formula One. A chili, a shy thank you for his nickname. An ice cream, well, because you just loved ice cream. And a cursive CS. For him. 

Watching him walk away left you with a hole in your heart. You did not need a reminder like that on a day like this. Wearing it was purely out of habit, it had no meaning to it anymore. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. The need to use the restroom was a complete lie as you wordlessly peek for the broad Spaniard. You spot his glossy shoes first, sticking out the photo booth. 

“Scoot,” you say, gently cramming him in deeper. Once you get situated, you slide the silver charm off, handing it over to him. “Here.”

He furrows his dark brows. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t want anything tying me back to you anymore. It was kind—sweet—but that was past you. You’re cruel, mean, rude, a fucking jerk now. I don’t like that, so— here.”

“I don’t want it,” he retorts, curling your flat hand into a fist, forcing you to hold it tight. 

“Well I don’t either, so what is there to do? You know what; I’ll just sell it. It’s not even that significant,” you mumble, already making your way out, but not before he hauls you back. Falling straight onto his thigh. You can feel your pulse quicken, your cheeks tingle, and your eyes suddenly burn. “Let me go,” you squeal, trying your best to weasel out of his grip. He groans, placing a large hand on either side of your hips, pushing you down.

“No. Just listen to me first.” Sighing, you nod. You should be climbing off; there’s room for two. He should be pushing you off; there’s room for two. But none of that happens as he clears his throat, rehearsing his words over and over before you raise a neat brow, waiting for him. “Perdón. Por todo.” 

Not what you were expecting and he could tell when you let out a small gasp. Nervously, he licks his lips, admiring your plump ones that don’t lay too far off from his own. “I used to be so proud of you when we were just kids. When you first admitted you wanted to race too. It was adorable, the way your eyes lit up.” Your breath deepens, unknowing of what this was leading to. “But I’ve always been proud. That’s never changed.”

“You’re a terrific liar,” you timidly chuckle, patting his shoulder, making him back off a little. But he only ricochets forward, twice as close. Your insides churn. 

“You don’t know how fucking happy I was when you got a seat. Over the moon. But I won’t lie; I was hurt and said some shitty things that have no excuse tied to them. I know I hurt you—I know that now. But that feeling vanished when worry came creeping in. I don’t want you to sign that contract.”

You flinch, reality crashing down on you once again as you examine the Ferrari driver. “Why apologize if you haven’t changed? My feelings aren’t a joke,” you whimper pathetically, tears sliding down your cheeks, soft brows drawn together. 

He panics, gingerly brushing them away to the best of his ability and you don’t have the power to fight him off anymore. You’re too busy getting your heart broken once again by the same man. 

She’s beautiful. Insanely—it’s insane. Her eyes are a shade of green I’d never thought I’d like.

I once wore a shade of green shorts last summer and you called them ugly. Said it looked like vomit. 

Carlos sighs dreamily, dominantly shaking his head. 

Well crap. I must’ve changed my mind.

Present him, was taking in your frantic sobs and he doesn’t know how else to calm you if it's not by rubbing your back gently. It takes a while, but you eventually ease up, occasionally letting out a shaky breath. “First of all, let me tell you why I did everything within me for you not to sign. It’s no good.”

You tilt your head in confusion, nose runny as he hands you his handkerchief. “I-I’m confused.”

Carlos chuckles. “What was the one thing I would always complain to you about when I was away racing?” Lack of privacy? “Okay, second thing I raved about…” When you don’t answer, he sheepishly wiggles his brows. “How tired I was with my team. It’s exhausting because like it or not—we’re not at our prime. I don’t think we will be for a couple of years. But for my benefit, I’ll be gone, and then it’s only going to fall on-”

“Me,” you finish, glossy eyes dancing through his painful expression.

 He nods. “Listen, Charles will be fine. Mentally not, but he’ll do just okay. It’s you I’m worried about. Not only will you dive in, nose first into a world of ruthless men, but you’ll always be the entire blame. In their eyes, it'll be you. What did you do wrong? How could you fuck up? And sure, you might sometimes—it's inevitable— but other times you won’t. But you’re a girl, and that’s enough for the fingers to be pointed at you.”

Shaking your head profusely, you instantly reach up to catch your hair from falling from its tiring up-do. He helps you out, combing his fingers nicely, though this time it doesn’t get rid of the queasy feeling. He was right. God, why did he have to be right? 

“I’m well aware of what I’m about to get myself into. But I think I can handle it. I can’t not do it—imagine how many girls it would help pave the way for? I’m sure as fuck it won’t be easy, and it might threaten my sanity, but I need to do this. And I’m sorry.”

An unfamiliar wave crashes against his warm eyes, a low breath being expanded into the air. You can feel it, taste it. Mint mojito. Your body told you, you liked it, with the way you wanted to lean in and kiss him—just to confirm. Pursing your lips, you continue. “You have your future decided and I have mine.”

With a hesitant bow, and a tide of curls flying forward, he clears his throat. “You’ve always been this way. Dedicated. And I could never decipher why. Until now.” He can’t help but brush his nose against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, allowing him to appreciate your pretty features. “If you’re sure, then I’m right behind you.”

You almost want to laugh, but are too scared to ruin the moment, so instead count his freckles. “I am…” A sharp inhale. “But what’s the second thing?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said ‘first of all’. I would assume there’s more…” You know there is, but you just want to hear him say it aloud. You’d seen the way he glared viciously at Lalo, chest firming. You’d seen the way things had shifted between you two, months prior, after his break up.

If this racing thing doesn’t work out, you would make a killer artist. He whistles.

Down boy, you joke. It’s just a swan. I resonate with them. 

He sits up straighter. Then consider me a swan, too.

You laugh loudly, tossing your head back as he smiles. Why all of a sudden?

Just.

“It took me a while to get here, but I’m here.” He cradles your delicate face. “I think I love you. I-I mean I know I love you. Your stubbornness, your compliance. Your level-headedness, your intrusive actions. Your need to persevere and be better—even if others make it hard on you.” You giggle, poking his chest. “But above all, I love the way you made me work for it. I’m glad you did because how else could I have realized if you didn’t drag that dead-beat?”

“Hey! He’s nice!”

The 29 year old tsks. “Nice isn’t enough and you know it.” His pink lips graze over yours as you lean in too. “You’ve always been a smart girl…” He’s about to kiss you when you slide back, leaving him hanging. He clenches his jaw, seeming teased. 

“I love swans because I know I can love as deep as one.” 

“I can too.”

“And I know, you know, that I love you too.”

“I do know that.”

“And I lit you up on fire, but only on paper!”

His brows furrow. “Yeah, we can circle back to that. But I don’t care. I love all that about you. And I want you to know my father has always been proud of you.” He winks. “But never as much as me.”

“We’re doing this then?” you ask nervously. “Y-you’re still going to have to grovel. I don’t give up that easily. Especially after all you’ve put me through.”

Carlos gently nods, eyes adoring you. “I’ve waited more than a decade for this moment. What’s one more?”

And he kisses you.

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Tyler Owens x fem!reader (Twisters) Kinktober #3

Warnings: public sex/videotaping/live streaming, oral (m receiving), road head (don't do this guys it's very unsafe), p in v (let me know if I missed any!)

Also please be nice, this is my first time writing For him and my first time writing Oral with m reciving...

Words: 1400

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I sat in the front seat as Tyler drove. We had been out all day chasing. It had been a good day. Great structure, even a decent EF 3 tornado spun up for us. 

“Looks like our storms are dying out, Ty.” I said, looking at the radar. 

He glanced over at the screen as I turned it to him. 

“I think you’re right, sweetheart. It was a pretty damn good day, though.” He said, glancing between me and the road before looking at the camera that was mounted on the dash, “Don’t you agree, guys?” He said to all the viewers. 

“Looks like they do.” I said, seeing the chats coming in. 

Tyler did the outro for the live stream and then turned off the camera as I shut my laptop. “I wish you would talk meteorology more during the live streams, you know?” Tyler said. 

“I know… it’s just I know what most people are watching for and it’s not for me to ramble on about the scientific aspect of things. It’s to watch the Tornado Wrangler do his thing.” I said. 

“Sweetheart, you forget,” He reached up and took his hat off before reaching over and putting it on my head, “You’re a Tornado Wrangler too.” 

I smiled at him. 

“You know the rules.” He said, nodding to the hat that was now on my head. 

“I know, trust me, I’m dying to get to our motel for the night.” I said, sending him a flirtatious wink. 

“Who said we had to wait?” He said with a smirk, reaching for the radio to contact the convoy. 

“Hey, y’all, head on to the next town. Yn and I are going to take a small detour to watch the rain pass.” He said into it and waited for everyone to respond.

We weren’t actually all together, having gotten separated when Tyler and I broke off to get to a funnel cloud that was forming but never produced a tornado. Everyone agreed to see us later, and Tyler’s smile grew even more. We were on some old back roads and hadn’t seen another car for over an hour it seemed. 

“See, no need to wait.” He said. 

“You’re right,” I said, reaching over and grabbing his belt buckle. Just below it, I could already see his bulge growing. “In fact, I think I’ll start now.” 

I undid the buckle and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Unbuckling my seatbelt, I leaned across the center console. Then, I got his jeans and boxers pulled down just enough to free his hardening cock. 

“Hold onto this for me.” I said, taking his hat off of my head and putting it back on his, “Oh, and keep your eyes on the road.” I teased. 

I wasn’t sure what had come over me. Usually, I would never try something like this, but the thrill from the chase earlier was still pumping through my veins. I took him in my hand, pumping up and down a few times, loving the way he shifted in his seat as he anticipated what was coming next. I leaned down a little bit more, the position was in now way comfortable, but my focus right now was on making him feel good. Once I was close enough, I slowly put his tip into my mouth, teasing him with my tongue. Then I suck further down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I good. 

“Fuck.” Tyler sighed above me, “Feels so good, sweetheart.” 

I began bopping my head up and down, working him towards his release. I could hear his grunts and sighs above me, and it was like music to my ears. My cheeks hollowed and took him even deeper. I felt him stiffen under me as he hit the steering wheel with his hand. 

“Hold on, sweetheart.” He said, wrapping one arm over me to hold me steady. 

Then suddenly, I felt the truck slowly down some as it turned off the road. We hit a small ditch causing him to go even further into my mouth, nearly making me gag, but I continued to suck him off. The truck came to a stop, and he put it in park. 

“Shit, baby, I’m not lasting much longer. Get up.” He said, reaching down to grab my shoulders, gently pulling me off his cock. 

I pulled off of him with a small wet pop sound and looked at him, confused. 

“Get those jeans off now.” He said, clearly trying to hold himself together. 

“Damn, you really know how to talk the pants off a girl.” I said, unbuttoning them and shimmying out of them as I slipped my boots off as well, leaving me in only my shirt. 

“I do have my ways.” He said with a wink and nodding me over. 

“Tyler, you can’t be serious.”

Granted, we were in the middle of nowhere, but having actual sex in his truck was way different from me, just sucking him down below the windows where no one could see me. 

“Oh, I am very serious.” He said, reaching down between his legs and dropping the seat back all the way before opening the center console and grabbing a condom out of it. 

“Oh, and, rules are rules, sweetheart. Get over here.” He said, undoing his seat belt and patting his lap before reaching up and putting his hat back onto my head. 

I shook my head with a smile.

Carefully, I climbed over the center console, making sure not to hit any equipment. Tyler helped guide me into his lap. Once, I was straddling him, he reached down and ran his fingers through my folds. 

“Shit, sweetheart, did suck my dick make you that wet already, or is that from seeing those storms earlier?” He teased, causing me to shove his shoulder. 

“Shut up and fuck me, Owens.” I said, leaning down to give him a quick kiss. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, reaching down between us to line himself up with my entrance. 

He used his other hand to carefully guide me to sink down onto him. Our moans mixed together in the small space of the cab of the truck. After taking a moment to get used to the stretch, I reached up to use the back of his seat by his shoulder to guide myself back up before sinking back down onto him. Tyler took that as his signal to grab my hips and set a steady pace. 

“Fuck, Tyler.” I moaned as he gripped my hips and sped up the pace. 

“Go ahead sweetheart, come for me.” He said, pulling me down further onto his cock, hitting that soft, spongy spot deep inside me that had me seeing stars. 

My head dropped back as I came, moaning his name. As my walls squeezed around him, he followed my lead, cumming as well. 

He continued to guide my hips up and down, though now it was at a much slower pace, allowing us both to ride our highs. 

“Uh, guys…” Boone’s voice came through the CB radio. 

Tyler sighed, still buried in me, but carefully reached around me to grab the radio. 

He took a deep breath before pressing the button and speaking, “What?” 

“Y’all do know you’re still live, right?” 

The words snapped me out of the peaceful trance I was in as I looked at Tyler with wide eyes. 

“Shit!” He yelled, reaching up quickly to grab the hat off my head and using it to cover my bare ass that was facing the camera. 

Since he was keeping me covered, he couldn’t quite reach the camera to properly turn off the stream since he was still inside of me. So, I carefully lifted myself up off of him and sat back down on his lap before reaching behind me to turn the camera off. 

“Is it actually off now?” I asked Tyler. 

“Yeah…” 

“Damn, guys, that’s some of our highest viewings ever! Do you do this after every chase?” Boone asked, and even though his voice was slightly static-y, I could hear the teasing tone. 

I buried my face into Tyler’s chest in embarrassment as he laughed. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know… we’ll be in town later. Do us a favor, don’t bother us till then.” Tyler said before hanging the radio back up. Then he gave me that look and I knew I was in for a long night. 

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tongue twister; luke castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem! reader

warning: the mention of the nickname “mami”… i wrote this a while back

a/n: WOOOOO finals r finally over!!! also no specified language because i am not about to use google translate and butcher any language

you were always proud of your heritage, your mother had brought you up well before you had to come to camp. you learned lots about your culture and its language, since your mother would strictly speak to you in her native language. you were convinced she did this only because she wasn’t the most proficient with her english. you ate cultural foods everyday, which was a huge culture shock when you started going to camp full time. everything was different, and you missed home.

until luke came along. luke did his best to make you feel at home, learning phrases from your native tongue so he could talk to you. which leads you to months later, teaching him whatever you could for when he would meet your mother. your brows were creased, you could’ve sworn you were having a headache just from hearing him pronounce a phrase in a broken accent. luke had read any book he found in your native language to try and get better at it, but really you almost died laughing just from hearing him read to you.

“luke.. i don’t know how you haven’t given up yet.”

“i need to impress her, mami. if not, she’s not gonna let me continue to date you.”

you refrain yourself from bursting out into laughter with luke scribbling in his notebook, making sure he had every syllable down to the bone. you gently rubbed his arm, watching the untidy scribbles that filled the page. you were glad luke would take time to learn the language of your childhood, you deeply appreciated it.

“alright.. pronounce it again for me?”

luke spoke, you doing exactly as he said. he grins and kisses your cheek, which never failed to leave you blushing crimson.

“how do you make it sound so easy, mami.”

“it’s like how you make spanish sound easy.”

“i’m born latino, amore.”

you giggle, your lips meeting his. you adored luke’s desire to even try learning the unordinary language, especially when you had such a thick accent when you spoke your native dialect. luke found it fascinating, how someone could sound so beautiful just by their voice.

it took luke months to get at least adequately fluent. but the hard work paid off when you met your mother. though luke couldn’t exactly understand the alternative dialect you and your mother conversed in, he somehow picked up some words from it.

luke sat down by your mother, speaking to her in your native tongue. your mother glanced at you, surprised that your boyfriend was speaking to her in the language you were brought up in. or at least, the one your maternal family spoke. you giggled, sipping on your tea your mother made for you both.

it was rather refreshing to see your mother laughing at luke’s attempts to understand her, despite you having prepared him it was still funny to watch. you loved his attempts to try to remember what you had taught him, denying your help everytime you prompted to. luke was stunned to say the least. you hadn’t warned him that your mother spoke faster and had a thicker accent than you did, which made things a little harder to understand. but he did his best.

after you both left, luke was relieved he didn’t have to act like he understood what your mother was saying. you giggled, arm linked with his.

“your mother spoke like what tongue twisters sound like.”

you grin, peppering his cheeks with gentle kisses. his remark about your mother made you giggle. you knew what she was like, and that was just to test luke’s language ability.

“you did well, dear. i’m proud of you.”

[impishjesters]

First-time jitters (NSFW-ish)

warning(s): kissing, hickeys, suggestive themes, implied lead-up to sex, sexual jokes note(s): Naked twister kind of joke, not anything in a typical Jax insulting joke form. A/N: I actually really liked writing this, it gave me a chance to write just kissing and while I still suck at it, it was something. Plus I can totally see Jax cracking jokes to keep his s/o from being so tense and nervous. Happy that this didn't push me out of my comfort zone, even if it did make me feel weird about writing kisses. I'm not experienced in that department either. request: Hey I was wondering if you could write a very slight NSFW of Jax and the Reader? Maybe this is the reader’s first time and is nervous about it?

“I’ve uh, never done this before…” You mutter nervously, hands playing with the hem of your shirt.

“What sat on a bed with a man?” Jax snorts.

“Ass, you know that’s not—”

“Oh, you’ve never played naked twister? It’s a little slippery I’ll admit.”

“Jax…”

“See you’re already doing a great job, ya already got saying my name down. Though I’d like to hear it a bit louder and more desperately, maybe a tad more breathy.”

You cross your arms in irritation and embarrassment, this was not how you were going to spend your first time if he kept being a little shit lord and keep cracking jokes. You loved him and tolerated enough of this outside of the bedroom, it wasn’t exactly something you were expecting during such an intimate moment.

As if sensing your thoughts Jax took a seat on the bed and leaned closer, placing a hand on each side of you on the bed. “Oh c’mon angel, I’m trying to ease the tension. Ya more wound up than a music box, if ya this tense it’ll hurt. And we don’t want that.”

Jax wasn’t stupid, he could tell you weren’t ready when the topic was officially brought up and told you he was fine waiting. Blue ballin’ sucked but he’d endure it until you were ready—which was tonight, if you were still up for it.

He caught you chewing on your bottom lip and raised a hand to tap at your lips to get you to quit. “Ya know I won’t do anything to hurt you, especially if ya aren’t into it.” You giggle faintly and he slips his fingers over to pinch your cheek. “There we go, loosen up and I’ll help loosen you up so it won’t hurt. Trust me.”

“That’s pretty bold of you to ask me to trust you of all people.” You tease. However, there is reassurance in the tender touch and his tone that has you relaxing more and more into his touch.

Jax rolls his eyes playfully, giving your cheek another pinch before moving the hand back to the bed. “And ya pretty dumb to trust me of all people.” he pokes back.

It’s all in good fun, it’s not typically how he’d treat someone in bed but you aren’t just any random shmuck in his bed. Plus it’s your first time and he’d rather not make it an unpleasant experience, he would like to get laid more than once after all.

Before you can respond he gives you a quick kiss, shifting to get more comfortable on the bed with you but not making any attempts to undress either of you. “We’ll go slow, ain’t gotta get naked right from the start—though I won’t complain if you wanna strip.” His brows waggle suggestively but his tone is far from it.

“Can we just kiss for now?” Kissing isn’t new and it feels like a nice start to everything, you don’t want to back out now but you aren’t going to just force your way straight into sex.

“Sure doll.”

Jax is surprisingly careful with his kisses, each kiss is sweet yet firm until you find yourself getting impatient at the little pecks and run your tongue along his bottom lip. Working around his teeth takes a few minutes but in no time the kisses grow more heated and full of tongue.

The distance between the two of you gradually closes, Jax sits with his legs loosely crossed creating the perfect little spot in the middle for you. He drapes your thighs over his and tugs you closer to create just the right amount of space between the two of you, mainly so he doesn’t have to keep breaking his back to lean in.

Your hands find purchase around his neck while his hands find home on your lower back. It’s no different than the usual make-out session except this will actually lead to more than just the two of you separating and having to wind down or take care of things separately.

Jax is the first to break away, leaving you panting. You’re such a flustered, red mess and he’s soaking up every little noise and expression on your face. Diving back in he dodges your lips much to your confusion and instead aims for your neck. You tilt your head to give him better access and he peppers the area with kisses and the occasional nibble.

He pulls back after a bit, satisfied to see your neck littered with his marks, and gently guides your head to tilt the other way, giving the same attention to the unmarked side. There’s no way someone won’t say something later, the marks are too obvious and most definitely won’t be covered by your clothes—you’ll have to think of an excuse later.

Eventually, he has to pull away and admire his handiwork again, that smug expression on his face per usual, except the reason is different this time, more genuine. “What a pretty necklace ya got there doll, who bought it for ya?”

Necklace? You weren’t wearing any—oh the hickeys. “Jaaax..” That’s so painfully cheesy that you can’t help but whine and giggle.

“Your damn right I did. Looks so good on ya too.”

He runs his fingers over the fresh marks and you can’t help but shudder at the sensitivity. You don’t remember them normally being that sensitive, but you also don’t remember him ever leaving that many in one sitting. Something tells you those won’t be the only hickeys you’ll end up with.

Your eyes fall on his own neck, bare as ever, and find yourself feeling a little mischievous. “How about we give you a matching one?”

Jax’s arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as if to help give you a better position before his hands knead into your hips. “Oh sugar, I’d be more than happy to be sportin’ a matching necklace with you.”

[mc-lukanette]

Marinette took a breath, as well as her time, as she made sure that everything was correct. She'd looked up all available information that she could, wrote it all down multiple times to make sure she'd memorized it, and now it was just a matter of putting it to work.

Her knees began to hurt from kneeling on the hardwood for so long, but she persisted, wiping sweat from her forehead to keep it from dripping onto and potentially ruining her work. The chalk in her hand had been whittled down to a little nub, causing her knuckles to occasionally scrape against the living room floor as she drew with it, but she merely adjusted her grip and kept going.

She'd worked so hard for this. She couldn't delay it now.

When she finished, she took a step back to survey her work. Though the lights were off, the illumination from the candles provided more than enough for her to see what mattered; if anything, she added too many.

Nevertheless, the drawing on the floor matched what she'd put in her sketchpad, barring the excessive notes and instructions she'd written for herself.

It was ready.

Retrieving the slip of paper from her pocket, Marinette patted her chest, took a sip of water from the cup on the coffee table, and cleared her throat. The absolute, most embarrassing thing would be to do all of this and then mess up because she couldn't pronounce something properly.

With a quick tongue twister to ensure that her mouth was set for the task at hand, she finally looked down at the paper and read it aloud, that mess of letters and pronunciations that she wasn't sure she'd ever used in her life. Her notes helped, but she could hope that she got it right.

At first, nothing happened. Marinette stared down at her drawing, then at the candles that looked pretty but ultimately weren't doing anything. Her work suddenly appeared as a random impulse to draw on the floor and make it look spooky by using the candles.

Then, she felt a light breeze. The fire on the candles wavered, flowing outwards away from the center of her drawing. She took a cautious step closer, feeling the wind grow stronger to where the hair flowing over her shoulders was blown behind her, falling loosely along her back.

All at once, the fire on the candles were snuffed out, Marinette's breath catching as she watched it the flames appear in the center of her drawing. The colors flashed, from orange, to blue and then to pink, before the fire blazed outwards with a vengeance. Startled, she jumped back, swearing that she saw the embers touch her bangs, yet her hair seemed perfectly fine when she checked. It made sense coming from a magical fire, but she wasn't used to it.

She'd never tried summoning a demon before.

Sparks of light popped off from the ever-brightening fire, sounding like tiny fireworks amidst the hissing of the flames. She couldn't bring herself to look away for an instant, even when she had to squint against the light.

Faintly, she could spot a forming silhouette in the middle of the fire, but couldn't make out any definite shapes. It was only as it blazed upwards, all energy from her efforts coalescing into that one moment before bursting and burning itself out, that she could finally see the being it'd hidden.

Demon horns, sticking out amongst a mass of black hair that was blue at the tips. As if that weren't enough of a giveaway of the inhuman nature, the demon - notably male - had skin that was light blue and had notable ridges going along it, as well as blue eyes that glowed in the darkness of the room.

His eyes met hers. Marinette's heart pounded at her success, perfectly in tune with his footsteps as he approached her. Could he hear it?

"You summoned me," he stated, placing a clawed hand to his chest. In contrast to the hint of fangs that showed through, his smile was soft and polite. "How can I help you?"

She blinked, dropping the slip of paper she'd been holding, almost unable to believe that her plan had actually gone through without a hitch. With all of her bad luck, she half-expected to summon a dragon or giant or something and have to explain to everyone why her house was destroyed.

"O-oh!" She hadn't planned this far and hurried to formulate an introduction. Flailing, she babbled, "Yeah, yes, of course! Um, I'm Marinette, and I really could use your help!"

"Hi, Marinette," he greeted. "I'm Luka."

Luka. All things considered, it was a surprisingly human name, but she remained focused on the task at hand.

"Right. Well, see... the thing is—" She brought her fists up in determination. "I need someone to cuddle with."

A pause followed, only accompanied by a slow blink from Luka. His smile faltered, expression turning to confusion.

"...What?"

Marinette faltered as well, but for entirely different reasons. "You can't do that?"

"No—" He shook his head, the smile returning with amusement as he ran his claws along his shirt. "Sorry. No one's ever asked for that before. You surprised me."

"Oh." She sighed in relief.

"We can use magic for almost anything. Why do you think we wouldn't cuddle with someone?"

"Culture?" She shrugged. "I thought maybe demons would have rules or etiquette for this. Maybe it'd be weird to cuddle with a human or you'd be—I don't know." She waved off her own idea. "Allergic?"

He snorted, and didn't bother to hide it. "Thanks, but I'll be fine." He looked down at her summoning circle, asking, "Is that why you added more candles? To set the mood?"

She followed his gaze to the floor, able to see his tail now that the glow from his eyes was directed downwards. She wondered how it would feel, both having or touching one. "No. It just... didn't seem like enough? I thought, if I was going to summon a demon, they'd deserve more than what the instructions said."

She'd nearly run out of candles during the process, though it did make for a nice look when she added some tea candles around the taller ones. For a demon making an entrance, it seemed appropriate.

"They're scented," he added, crouching down to take a closer look. "Is that vanilla?"

With a flick of her wrist, she replied proudly, "That is to set the mood! I was trying to think of something soft, and maybe you don't have marshmallows where you're from but it's the perfect soft treat here!"

He hummed, grin widening the more she explained. Placing his hands on his knees, he pushed himself back up to his full height and turned to her. "Should we start then?"

Marinette bounced on her heels, positively thrilled. There was a voice in her head expressing concern over how she was so excited over things simply not going wrong, but she ignored it.

"Yeah! I already have something set up in the corner, ah—" She looked around, trying to spot it in the darkness, but couldn't. Turning back to Luka, she raised a finger towards him. "...Hold on!"

"Wait—"

Just as Marinette went to turn around, a hand caught her wrist. She stiffened, looking back at him worriedly. "What is it? Did you change your mind?"

"We should take care of this first."

He didn't elaborate on what he meant, but he wouldn't stop staring at her hand and she quickly realized why. There were some minor abrasions on her fingers from all the times her knuckles had brushed against the floor, as well as a small burn from when she'd rushed through baking that day so she could do all this sooner.

"It's not a big deal," she insisted, not used to such a reaction. Her friends always rolled their eyes at her clumsiness instead of fretting. "I get hurt all the time."

Luka didn't respond to that. "Where's your bathroom?"

"Eh?"

"That's where you keep your ointment and bandages, right?"

"Uh, yeah, but..." She trailed off, unsure of how to handle this. Didn't demons only ever care about doing what was asked of them, or was that a common stereotype? Would she be expected to pay him extra for this and, if so, how much? Half a soul? A quarter of a soul? How would one go about that?

Those were the thoughts bouncing around in her head as Luka took her across the room, hitting the light switch on the way. Though she hadn't given him any guidance, he smoothly navigated the hallway until he found the bathroom himself.

He had her sit on the bathroom countertop while he rummaged around the cupboards for the necessary supplies. She watched him in a mixture of awe and puzzlement, having apparently not been permitted to do anything, and her hand unconsciously rubbed where he'd grabbed her.

Though his skin had been rough, his grip hadn't been. She still thought he was overreacting, but when she saw the horns moving about just underneath the sink, she couldn't find it in herself to say it.

"Do you do this for everyone?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"It depends on the person," he replied, not looking up from the first aid he was sorting on the other side of the countertop.

What did that mean? That he only did it for clumsy people? For people he thought were worth it? Or...?

After washing her hand under water and drying it, he applied ointment that he managed not to puncture whilst squeezing the tube. His claws, as she soon noted, were also good for more than what one might imagine, as he was adept with handling the bandages thanks to his skin never coming into contact with the sticky side. His claws would handle it, reminding her vaguely of tweezers or a thread slipping smoothly through a needle.

Holding her hand to look it over, he asked, "Is it too tight?"

"Hm?" She blinked at him. "No, you're not even squeezing it."

He raised a brow at her, but smiled. "The bandaging."

"Ah—" She blushed, eyeing his work and flexing her fingers to test; anything to avoid eye contact in that moment. "Y-yeah, it's good. Comfy. Do you do this a lot?"

"I have a little sister," he explained. When he let go of her hand and turned, she thought he might not elaborate, but he added, "We got into a lot of trouble when we were kids and I'd take care of her."

It was odd hearing him so casually bring up a sister. If she'd closed her eyes, she could've pictured a human person standing in front of her instead of a demon. The thought of them having siblings hadn't even occurred to her.

And now she was learning that he's a big brother type. That was... cute, actually.

Hopping down from the countertop to follow him out of the bathroom, she frowned sympathetically. "I guess you got punished by your parents for it?"

He snickered. She didn't understand what could be so funny until he glanced over his shoulder at her and replied, "My mom was more trouble than the both of us, actually."

She gaped at him. There were so many implications to that and the curiosity was burning a hole in her brain. She only held back because they'd arrived at the living room where her little "cuddle area" awaited them.

It was simple, but with every effort made to get it looking comfortable. She'd used cushions, pillows, and the comfiest blankets she had to make a space in the corner that was in every way effective for a place to get snuggled. The scent of vanilla only added to the appeal.

"You went all out," Luka said with an impressed whistle. It sounded a bit like a songbird.

Standing straighter at the praise, Marinette puffed out her chest with pride. "The only way I can do things is to overdo them." Though, deflating slightly, she admitted, "But I didn't know what kind of fabric demons like."

"We're like humans," he answered simply, going up to the pile to feel one of the blankets. "We don't have one kind we like. We're all different."

Given what she'd known of him so far, that made sense. She had tried to research demon preferences but came up empty, so the obvious conclusion was that no one kept track because it wasn't consistent.

Though, she supposed she might also be giving the authors too much credit.

When she pulled herself out of her thoughts, Luka had already sat down on her comfy setup, his tail shifting behind him as he searched for the best place to lie down. He'd taken to it so easily that it was hard not to feel confident in it.

So much so that it looked even more inviting now than it was before he'd arrived.

Stepping up to the cuddle spot herself, she waited for Luka to make room before sitting down next to him. Everything had been freshly washed just before she'd set them out, so there was still the pleasant lingering scent of the dryer sheets as her weight sank into the cushions. She breathed it in, leaning back and pressing her hands into the fluff of the blankets.

"Do you want to lay on me?" Luka asked suddenly.

"What?" Marinette looked over, seeing him laying down comfortably on his back. The cushioning must've been enough that his tail wasn't bothered by it. "Ah."

She hadn't thought that far. The mission was getting a cuddle buddy, but...

"I've never cuddled anyone before," she admitted.

"Me neither," he replied, whether for reassurance or genuine honesty. Maybe both?

Regardless, he outstretched an arm to her in a silent offer for them to learn together. Her heart skipped a beat at the sincerity and she nodded.

Laying down against his arm and bringing herself close, the arm soon wrapped around her. She was pulled to his chest, her hands grasping at his shirt before she realized that the cuddling could be mutual. Slowly, piecing the act together like a puzzle, she slipped her arms around him, her head against his chest as she hugged him. Neither of them may have known what they were doing, but she did feel comfortable.

She was surprised to feel the fast heartbeat in his chest, though there wasn't anything in her research that suggested it was abnormal. Maybe demons just had faster heartbeats?

"You're warm," she also noted, feeling the heat encompass her from both Luka and the blankets she'd laid out.

"Demons can change how cool or warm their body is when they need to," he explained, "just in case we get summoned somewhere really hot or cold."

She hummed as she processed that. Demons really seemed to have adapted well to their roles. "And... you said that you could use magic for almost anything? What can't you use it for?"

He needed a moment to think of how to answer her and she allowed it. In the meantime, she focused on the fabric of his shirt in her fingers - only limited by the bandages preventing the skin underneath from touching him - and his claws on her back, able to be felt but never getting caught in anything.

"We can't make people fall in love," Luka finally said. The tone implied there were more examples and he was merely giving one of the bigger ones. "We can help, but the rest is up to them."

Intrigued, she lifted her head to look at him. "Help how?"

"We can make a moment for whoever summons us and the person they want to fall for them; something that makes them curious and want to know more about them." With a grin, he added, "Like this."

She blinked at him. "This?"

"You summoned a demon. Most people do that for something extreme, but you wanted someone to cuddle. You could've gotten another human to do it instead, so of course I'm curious about you."

Curious? Marinette knew that she could act a little unorthodox, so it wasn't uncommon for her to be called odd or strange. By the time she'd become an adult, she'd accepted that part of herself despite being aware that people would still think of her as clumsy, rambling, bizarre Marinette. She could be overwhelming to others, causing difficulties making new friends, but she was content where she was.

Yet, this was the first moment she'd heard anyone be curious rather than weirded out. Was it because he was a demon? Were demons already different enough by default that they wouldn't consider her strange? Or was it just Luka?

Ducking her head, she toyed with the fabric at the back of Luka's shirt. He didn't even seem to mind. "My friends would've made fun of me if I tried to ask any of them, and finding another—uh, human to help was too awkward." She tried to shrug from her shrug-resistant position and felt that he got the gist of the gesture. "I thought that if I asked a demon, it'd be more in my control? And we probably wouldn't see each other again anyway if they rejected me."

"You wanted someone that badly," Luka mumbled, though strangely it sounded like he was talking more to himself than her. Was he sympathizing?

"Almost all of my friends are dating," she elaborated, as if she had to excuse her actions, "so I've seen them cuddling all the time. They always look so happy, and..." She sighed. "I wanted to know what it was like? I did have a boyfriend, but we never got that far before we broke up."

He might've been curious on the details of this 'boyfriend', but he didn't pry. "And? What do you think?"

What did she think? Marinette shifted, pulling herself further against him and focusing on the sensations: the fluff of the blanket against her skin, the body heat warming her, the bandages around her fingers that weren't too tight nor too loose, and the soft shirt under her palms. Squeezing him tighter, she turned her head and pressed her face against his rapid heartbeat to take in his scent. He didn't just feel warm, he smelled warm somehow, like how pastries smell just as they're being baked. That combined with the lingering scent of vanilla made her think of s'mores made over a fire.

"It's really nice. I've never been this relaxed before," she admitted, letting out a little noise of content when his arms squeezed her in return. "Definitely worth a soul."

Luka stiffened and she felt his chest suddenly rumble with a chuckle. She peered up at him, confused.

"I'm not taking your soul, Marinette," he told her. "Demons don't always ask for a soul as payment."

That solved the whole quarter or half of a soul thing she'd been wondering about, at least. "Then what do you want?"

He didn't answer for a moment, staring deeply into her eyes like he was searching for something, all while his hand slowly went up her back, a thumb roaming across one of her shoulder blades. She shuddered in delight.

"What if we do this again?" he eventually asked.

"This?" she repeated, though it hit her a second later. "You mean... cuddling? But that's what I asked you for?"

"And now I'm asking you back."

Blushing, she could only blurt out, "But why?"

He reminded her, "I already told you. I'm curious about you, so I want to do this more, if you'll let me."

He said it like it was really that simple. Marinette had only summoned him there with the intent of getting to feel what it was like to cuddle someone - to be held in someone's arms and hold them back - just once, but now he was offering to do it again, and maybe even more than that?

The answer was obvious, though she did pout and asked bluntly, "Do I have to draw that summoning circle every time?"

The lights were still on, his eyes still had a subtle glow to them, yet his grin was the brightest in the room. "No. Here, get up for a second."

Reluctantly, she obeyed, the two pulling away from each other to sit up. Given the slow speed at which he released her, she wondered if he was just as reluctant as her despite whatever plan he was brewing.

Hunching over and tilting his head down just slightly, Luka instructed, "Put your hands around my horns."

"Wh—is that really okay?"

Instead of answering, he reached out, rough skin brushing against soft as he took her hands in his. He guided them upwards, adjusting his grip to curl her fingers around his horns.

Marinette held her breath, keeping still just in case. She could feel the prominent ridges against her skin and, slowly, those ridges flashed blue. Her instinctive reaction was to pull away, but it didn't hurt, only tingled.

"There," he said, pulling back and out of her grasp. "I marked you."

Her mind went directly to, "Like a cat?"

He shook his head, though entertained by the idea. "No. Now you can call me whenever you want."

She stared down at her hands, turning them every which way, but couldn't see anything different. Luka held them in place to stop her, turning her palms so they were facing upwards.

"All you have to do is say my name and want to see me. Then I'll come to you," he explained.

Her hands really didn't look any different, but somehow, it sounded correct. Experimentally, she called out, "Luka?"

She nearly jumped at the reaction, her hands flashing in a set of parallel lines that matched the ridges of his horns.

Luka's own ridges flashed in kind, and he beamed. "Yeah, like that."

He looked so thrilled that it had worked. Marinette thought that maybe it was because he didn't think it would until the actual conditions of the enchantment registered with her: she had to want to see him, meaning that every time she successfully called him to her - and even now when he was already there with her - she was admitting to wanting him near her.

And that, apparently, made him very happy.

She blushed, imagining that her heartrate was similar to the one she'd heard from him just minutes ago. Did she really just make a cuddle pact with a demon?

Was she going to be alright?

[kaerimichii]

i’d give up forever to touch you

series summary: You first met Coriolanus Snow when you were just kids, but as you grow together throughout the years the two of you learn to realize that maybe your feelings are more than that of just best friends.

or: A collection of stories of your friendship with modern!Coryo, and the love that blossoms from it.

Part 1: i know that you feel me somehow

summary: You quickly befriend the boy you find crying in the hallway at school, and Coriolanus Snow unexpectedly is drawn into your world.

pairing: female reader x modern!coriolanus snow

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[Age 11]

The first time you laid eyes upon Coriolanus Snow, it was the first day of the school year and you were heading to the lunchroom when you heard a faint sniffling sound coming from a nearby hallway. As you rounded the corner to investigate the source of the noise, your eyes locked on a boy who you guessed to be the same age as you curled up on a bay window bench at the end of the hallway. His knees were brought up to his chest and his head was bent down to lay on top of them, light blonde curls of hair covering his face. Quiet sobs escaped the boy’s lips, making your heart twinge in sympathy.

You quietly stepped over towards the boy so as to not startle him. Once you were standing right in front of him, you gently tapped the top of his head. “Excuse me,” you said in the nicest voice possible, “Are you okay?”

The boy’s head snapped up, watery eyes wide as he looked up at you. “I’m fine,” he said quickly, a slight twinge of pink on his cheeks. He removed his knees from his chest, setting his feet carefully on the floor. After he hastily wiped away the remnants of his tears, you half expected him to bolt away immediately, but instead he just stared at you with a defiant gaze. As if he were daring you to make fun of him. 

“Why were you crying?” you asked, genuine concern lacing your voice as you moved to sit next to him. 

The boy’s icy blue eyes flicked over you. He swallowed, mulling over words in his head. “I just… haven’t been getting along with the other kids,” he said simply, turning his head to look down at his shoes. 

You hummed thoughtfully, watching him for a moment before speaking up again. “Well, I think I’m easy to get along with,” you smiled at him, introducing yourself. “What’s your name?”

“Coriolanus Snow,” the boy said with a hint of pride, sitting up straight and looking you in the eyes once again.

Coriolanus Snow. A pretty name, though a bit of a tongue twister you supposed. 

“Can I call you Coryo?” you suggested eagerly.

The boy, Coriolanus, seemed a bit taken aback by the question. “That’s what my cousin and Grandma’am call me.” 

You were about to backtrack, thinking that the nickname was reserved for family members, when a small smile appeared on Coriolanus’ face for the first time since meeting him.

“You can call me Coryo,” he said. 

You giggled, glad to see him opening up to you a bit. “Coryo it is then,” you beamed at him.

Coryo’s smile widened at your expression before his eyes trailed down to where you had set your lunchbag on the bench beside you. 

“Did you bring your own lunch?” you asked when you noticed where he was looking. When he said he hadn’t, you suggested going to the lunchroom to buy one of the school lunches. 

“No,” Coryo said immediately. When he saw the confused look on your face, he added, “I’m not hungry. I had a large breakfast this morning.” 

You frowned. Even though Coryo was wearing clothes that were definitely too big for him, you could tell he was skinnier than average. 

“Okay,” you agreed, although reluctantly. “Well, I don’t usually eat everything my mom packs for me, so I’ll set some aside and you can have it if you want.” 

Before Coryo could protest, you were already opening your bag and separating portions of your lunch, placing half of your sandwich, and some fruits and vegetables on a napkin in between you two. 

As you continued to chat about school for the remainder of the lunch period, you couldn’t help but smile at the way Coryo snuck bites of the food in between sentences.

Later that week, you invited Coryo over to your house for dinner with your family. He had been hesitant, afraid of what your parents would think of his appearance. He tried his best with what he had, but he was still self-conscious about his worn down shoes, his jeans that had patches in them that Tigris had sewn on, and his slightly baggy sweaters. He felt out of place in comparison to your coordinated, neatly pressed outfits.

It took many pleas for you to convince him to come, assuring him that your parents would love him and that they were wonderful cooks. If anything, Coryo was at least glad to have something that wasn’t Tigris’ cabbage soup for once. 

When he arrived at your house that evening, a small bouquet of freshly cut roses from his Grandma’am’s garden in his arms, he was in awe of the beauty of the exterior of the building. It wasn’t like some of the lavish mansions he had seen on TV or magazines, but it was attractive and well thought-out. From the plants lining the walkway that led to the front door to the pretty white trim, Coriolanus’ house was like a shoebox compared to yours. 

Upon ringing the doorbell, Coryo was immediately greeted with a beagle jumping up on him as the door opened. 

Coryo gasped, holding the roses high above his head as the dog pawed at his stomach, sniffing the newcomer eagerly. 

“Ginger!” your voice called out.

Coryo watched as you scooped up the dog in your arms, gently chiding it before looking back at him with a wide grin. 

“Coryo! I’m glad you’re here. Sorry about Ginger, I got her when I was four, but she still acts like a puppy,” you said while ushering Coryo inside. 

“It’s alright,” the boy said. “She’s cute.” Reaching out to give the dog a pet, he admired how soft her fur was.

Once Coriolanus was inside, he immediately noticed how warm and welcoming the atmosphere was. It was a great contrast from what he was used to.

“He’s here!” you called out, grabbing Coryo’s arm and gently leading him to the kitchen where your mother and father were cooking dinner. 

It was a lovely scene, your parents working together happily as soft music played in the background. Coryo wished it was something that he could witness in his own home. 

Your parents were kind. Your mother graciously accepted the bundle of flowers, complimenting their color and immediately placing them in a vase to be put on the dining room table. Your father told him to make himself at home, showing him a selection of beverages to choose from and sitting him down in the most comfortable chair in the house.

They both made no expression of judgement or withering statements about his slightly disheveled appearance. Your parents were genuinely kind, just like you.

You also introduced Coriolanus to your sister, Camille. She was four years younger than you, and while she was apprehensive towards meeting the unfamiliar boy currently seated in your living room, she soon warmed up to him. 

Coryo chatted with her, complimenting the pretty bows in her hair and empathizing with how hard she said second grade was. 

During dinner, Coriolanus charmed your parents. He impressed them with his knowledge of a wide range of topics, and flattered them with compliments on the food. You were right in saying that they were great cooks. This was probably the best meal he had ever had, warming his body and soul.

At the end of the night Coriolanus’ belly was full, and his heart was warm. He couldn’t help but feel a touch of envy at the life you had here, wishing it could be him. Strangely though, he was happy for you, glad that you were safe here and received the love and support he felt you deserved. 

Even though he had known you for such a short time, he was drawn to you and the positivity you radiated. Your generosity in sharing a part of your own world with him did not go unnoticed, and he vowed to stay by your side and be there for you no matter what.

Before Coryo left, you had stopped him and given him a tight hug. It was like a breath of fresh air. Like everything wrong in the world was erased by that one touch. 

Yes, Coriolanus thought, I am going to be with her forever.

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[georgevilliers]

Mary & George thots

I watched all 7 episodes this morning starting at 4:30am on about 4 hours of sleep so here are all of my very sleep deprived but professional opinions. Also, I read the book The King's Assassin by Benjamin Woolley so i have Extra Opinions

(spoilers and lengthy thots beneath the cut)

These are not going to be in any specific order because I can not be bothered (see: me being up since 4am on 4 hours of sleep) and as a blanket statement I loved the show!!!!! Most of the things I will say are going to be neutral statements relating to differences I saw between what I read in the book and what was in the show. These are not good or bad things, just observations! I think it's fun and interesting to look at the things they changed to make it more interesting and palatable for a tv viewing audience, and I don't think it changes the quality of the product at all! With that out of the way, let's get on to the content:

we'll start with the things I loved

NICHOLAS GALITZINE. Like. HELLO??? I am very familiar with his work (watched everything he's been in and recorded a podcast about it) and I know he's been criminally undervalued in almost every project he's ever done but this really, really tested his limits and I mean that in a very good way. You can tell this whole project was a test of his abilities as an actor both physically and mentally and he really rose to the challenge in such an impressive way. I'm not really sure if this is ever going to be Emmy/awards fodder (if they meant it to be they released it at a very poor time but thats a different discussion for another time) but I do think this is going to lead to some very interesting places for him. People (important decision making ones) are going to see this and realise what his abilities are and this is a very good thing.

The costumes are so incredible. The details, the colours, the cuts, the CAMP. I'm not a costuming expert so I have no way of knowing how accurate any of the costuming was but damn did it look good.

On that note the CAMP. Oh my god. This really had that je ne sais quoi that makes something camp in the way only queer people can make something camp, so really hats off to everyone involved in the production value.

I should mention all of the actors here, including Julianne Moore and Tony Curran. I am biased, being that I now seem to only exist to consume Nicky G media, but everyone did such a great job.

The script is so complex and rich, I really don't envy the actors having to memorize some of the tongue twisters that were part of the dialogue.

I think they did a really good job of crafting George as a character. As someone who is predisposed to love Nick's face (lol) I really did feel a bit of hatred towards him sometimes. I found him embarrassing, hot headed, full of himself, and pitiable, sometimes all within a few scenes!

Let's talk about some of the big changes I noticed

they really REALLY made up about 95% of Mary's storyline, I would say. This is just going off the King's Assassin, mind you, but from what I learned about Mary from that book is that essentially her only role in the course George's life took was the initial bit: sending him to France to become a learned gentleman, and sending him to London to try to catch the king's attention. If anyone has any recommendations for sources about Mary's life I could read about I would be very interested in it in order to piece together more fact and fiction! In general, I would just assume the vast majority of Mary's storyline did not happen, but it was fun though! One thing that is mentioned in the book is that her and the king did become good friends.

I really missed the use of nicknames from James. I guess it was hard to show most of them on screen as a lot of them appeared in letters they wrote to each other when they were apart, but James often referred to him as "Steenie" referring to St Stephen who apparently "had the face of an angel", amongst numerous other nicknames such as wife, dog, and child etc.

I also really wish they had included this famous speech of King James' to his privy council, because it is burned into my brain I can literally recite it word for word now: "You may be sure that I love the Earl of Buckingham more than anyone else, and more than you who are here assembled. I wish to speak in my own behalf and not to have it thought to be a defect, for Jesus Christ did the same, and therefore I cannot be blamed. Christ had John, and I have George."

I think they sort of removed some of George's abilities in order to make him rely on Mary more to involve her character in the storylines. In reality he made all of his own political decisions, knew how to play the king without help if he needed, and was a competent (if not terrible and easily swayed by bribery and trying to level up his own interests) member of the government

One of my favourite things to learn from the book is that when George took a wife (which, I believe in reality he was all too happy to marry in order to secure his possessions with an heir) she was welcomed by the king with open arms. King James became besties with Katie and he considered her as sort of part of their "family". In general I think they played up the "jealousies" from King James.

While it is alleged that George did kill James, it was not by asphyxiation. According to the book, he was suffering what is now known as malaria and had a violent fit, thought to be brought on by a "medication" George gave him which was provided by a doctor but actually administered by George, which is what ended up finally killing him

In general I wish the end hadn't felt so...rushed? Maybe it only felt that way because I know how it actually plays out and maybe if I rewatch while not trying to think about real life events so much, it might feel less so. But the whole issue with Spain took up such a small amount of time in the show when in real life it was like...a problem spanning multiple years. And I know they obviously can not show all of that within a 7 episode television show, it does seem like maybe they should have left it out altogether if they weren't really going to see it to its full justice?

My other small complaint is that it felt to me in some parts that the love between King James and George wasn't there. Certainly it feels to me like perhaps George did not feel the same level of love towards King James as the king felt for him, but the king certainly felt so much love for George. There were multiple instances outlined in the book in which they were "on the outs" because George started ignoring him in favour of Charles, or for other reasons, and it seemed to really tear at the king and he seemed to often be the one reaching out to George trying to keep his love close, rather than George trying to rein the king back in under his power. At that point, George had all of the power he needed and the king was so passive and loved him so much, he stayed the king's favourite until death, and George had very little to worry about in that regard.

There! That's all I can think of for now, and I think this has gone on quite long enough. I feel I need to rewatch the show and try harder to not think about real life situations and just enjoy the story. The fiction in the series is greater than the fact but I still think it's fun! And I recognise that there is a need to dramatize things greatly because the way things really played out in reality would not make good television at all. I hope no real history scholars find this post, and if you do please be gentle with me! I am not really an expert, just a history fan (even though I do find myself wanting to quit my job and become a George Villiers scholar).

If you read all of this you really deserve a medal, and you have all my thanks!

[lagncx]

stink bomb kisses

Astarion x zombie reader

• In the heat of battle astarion brings out a zombie to help his comrades

• you were the zombie brought back ready to defend your new purpose, Astarion!

•After the battle and you surviving Astarion can’t help but adore you. Like a lil puppy that follows him around. It could be because he has someone to control but also just cause why not show off a zombie freind

• you don’t mind, in fact your super smart. Minded you stumble over words or drop your tongue through the rotting holes of your jaw sometimes so you get a bit tongue tied but astarion has been re-educating you on pronunciation with your tongue twister situation.

•Some of you is still there like your brain and your drop dead good looks. Just a bit green and stinky

• sometimes When following Astarion to a camp gathering Gale or well…most of the time it will always be gale who asks “Astarion why are you keeping the damn zombie around?” And Astarion will scoff “Their name is <❤️> and you will respect them. Ain’t that right darling you tell mean ol gale you are a person too. And after looking between the two you let out a little grunt nodding your head to which Astarion crosses his arms and lifts his chin smirking in victory at Gale

• the others were nice though they wanted you to stay far away. The smell was getting pretty~ badddd…but you thought it was fine cause Halsin would make you necklaces. He said “here’s a necklace with mint and eucalyptus. It’ll uh-…give you luck” and you felt so good you gave him a hug. Squeezed so hard the indent of his clothes had been on your soft…decomposing skin for a while

• Astarion though he loves you does not kiss you. He loves his knight so much but not that much. Honestly the relationship between you is seen as a queen and attack dog. But after learning to speak Astarion and you will always have conversations especially when he’s feeling paranoid about Cazador sending people to capture him.

• “awe stink. You have it easy, you’re already dead and well…your you.” He said taking the needle with the black thread and stitching the deep tear in your jaw that was hanging on by a thread your drool dripping out onto the dirt ground under you with soft plops. “I have all these strong freinds but it’s like I’m a huge risk. What if they lose their lives trying to protect me. Maybe I’m putting a burden on everyone.” He chuckled “Weird of me to feel guilty for using people as protection.” He said but looked up at you the way your glossy eyes focused on the night sky above you both. He sighed “Guess I should say I’m sorry for turning you into some zombie lap dog.” He frowned cutting the thread and letting his hands rest in his lap. You looked at him “I’ll always…protect astarion. Alive…or not.” You groaned “Your a good luck star…nobody gets to hurt you.” Astarion just sighs and blows a kiss your way and you do it back the whiff of your rot throwing him off only for a second.

•When astarion falls in love with someone you’re there watching. Seeing the way they kiss and hug….though you only focused on how he was so happy. Finding someone to make him happy and feel safe. More than you ever could. Plus who were you kidding you’re a zombie. It could never work out. You felt your cold still heart break.

• Astarion searched every where for you. He was planning on saying goodbye and getting rid of you. Seeing how slow and unfocused you were during fights recently. He felt you were old and tired to throw in the towel

•Astarion found you just the same when he brought you back. A pile of viscera. Astarion cried for hours he wasn’t able to say goodbye.

•u died of a broken heart.

hiii this is acc brain dump thought of it from something I forgot but yeaaa. Enjoy it I hope you guys mess with my first headcanons post

[cat3ch1sm]

🏹~ i have finally returned! however, i have lost quite a few followers unfortunately, lmao, which makes me unhappy because you all know i have been away due to health issues, and i did wind up in the hospital again:// however, many of you have stuck around and wished me well, and to those people, i really appreciate you and love you so much. <33

without further ado, here are some hxh headcanons to start us back up! enjoy <3

fluffy mostly except for Hisoka’s and maybe some parts of the other adult trio men, fem!reader

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 <𝟑𝟑

ft. kurapika, leorio, hisoka, illumi, chrollo

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐤𝐚 ⋆˙⊹❀♡

『kurapika would take you to a beautiful restaurant where you first went out on a date and rent the whole place out just so you two could have the place to yourselves. he would wear his very best suit and jewelry and buy you any formal outfit you wanted so you could wear it for tonight. at the restaurant, he’d have the booth where you both sat all decked out in roses (he recruited killua and gon to help decorate, which at least gon was thrilled to do). he’ll order your favorite dish and let you order any dessert you want, while you’re sitting there wondering why he’s being so romantic. kurapika will go on and on about how stunning you look and reminisce about your first date with his face aglow, then getting distracted talking about how he felt when he first met you and talking about all of your good and bad memories together, detailing how much of a dark place he was in before meeting you. and how imagine him just reaching over and putting a rose in your hair all tender and shit, and brushing your hair from your face as he does. then he’ll get up from the booth sort of abruptly, probably, making you wonder where he’s going- at least until he kneels down in front of you, his eyes locked on yours. when Kurapika opens his mouth to speak, his voice is slightly quivery, but his words are absolute.

“my love… will you marry me?”

he’s visibly nervous, but kurapika doesn’t waver. and when you say yes with the biggest smile on your face, it’s like all the tension just evaporates from his body. he kind of pauses, like caught off guard that you said yes, and then he’ll just take you into his arms, dropping the ring on the floor as he does. Kurapika finally feels like he’s getting a new start and another family, and he absolutely could not be happier.』ღ

-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨 ⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

✧*̥˚ does it fully on the spur of the moment. unlike kurapika, who meticulously planned every detail and got his ring specially engraved, leorio is not at all prepared for a proper proposal (whoa tongue twister). you two are probably just on a regular old date while he’s just completely lost thinking about how stunning you are, how perfect for him you are, and how much he just adores being around you, how you accept his flaws , and how you don’t judge him based on past decisions. leorio’s completely lost track of time while you’re just awkwardly sitting there wondering why he’s looking at you like that with shiny doe eyes and next thing he knows he’s on one knee, stumbling through his words, but you understand.

“look, i know this is kind of on a whim and i don’t have a ring or anything- i swear i’ll get one- but you make me really happy and you’d make me even happier if you’d marry me.”

you’re absolutely stunned into silence, gaping and heart pounding- but leorio isn’t having it. “look, will you say yes already, damn it?!”

you burst into laughter and manage a yes through your giggles as leorio realizes that was probably a completely inappropriate outburst given that he was trying to propose to you. to tell the truth, though, you really don’t mind. <33 *̥˚✧

┌──❀* 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚 ❀*̥˚─┐

*＊✿❀ hisoka? proposing? yeah fucking right. but because i haven’t posted in a while and i owe it to you guys, i will let y’all be delusional for the time being and act like this is at all realistic./j

let me tell you that hisoka does not marry because he wants someone to love or because he genuinely loves you. he marries for possession. you two are probably not doing anything special, maybe just walking down the street or something when, let’s say you encounter an old friend who you haven’t seen in a while. obviously you’re happy to see them, so you ask hisoka to wait and you two just chat and are clearly having a good time catching up when hisoka abruptly cuts you off, telling your friend rather coldly that you both need to go. so you’re forced to say a rushed goodbye. later that night, you ask hisoka about what happened, and he tells you darkly that you were being overly “friendly” earlier ❀✿＊*

ᥫ᭡ the “proposal” will hardly be a question. hisoka also doesn’t bother with any sentiment. he simply realizes that he doesn’t want anyone else to touch you or be with you, sort of like that one time he got angry with illumi for saying that he would kill gon at the hunter exam, but not in a fighting way, in an actual possessive “love” type way. he tells you that you’ll simply have no choice but to marry him because it’s the only way he can keep you to himself. hisoka won’t care much whether you like it or not.

“mmm… now we can’t just have people coming up to you left and right, now, can we? you’ll just have to marry me, i suppose- it’ll be a surefire way to keep you all to myself, sweetheart.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─ 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐢 ─•~❉᯽❉~•─

♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙ˊˎ﹤ illumi would be content to do the whole fancy date night thing and the get down on one knee bit purely because it’s tradition. he doesn’t really know how else to do it, and he refuses to consult his mother because she would never get off his case about it.

however, poor illumi who isn’t great with intimacy or social cues, just straight up asks you where you’d want to be if he were to propose to you. it just makes his intentions obvious, but you play along.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ at least illumi had the sense to surprise you with the ring instead of physically taking you to the jewelry store and having you pick out your own ring and ruining the surprise. it will absolutely, definitely be the most extravagant, expensive ring you’ve ever seen in your life.

💚⛪️illumi isn’t a romantic, so when the night is almost over, he’ll promptly get down and propose to you. there’s no long speech about all the things he loves about you or how you’d make him the happiest man in the world. it’s just simply,

“will you marry me?”

to be honest, it wouldn’t matter if you said yes or no, you’re marrying him regardless. illumi doesn’t really take no for an answer. 🪦📺

☆.｡.:* 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

🕰💚📺🍀⛪️ chrollo may be the ruthless leader of the most feared group of murderous thieves in the world- but when it comes to romance, he just melts. with all the literature he reads, he can’t help but be a hopeless romantic- he believes in fairy tales, love at first sight, everything. so when he finally decides he wants to marry you, he doesn’t take it lightly- he plans literal months in advance.

chrollo will book a vacation spot for you two far away, where you two will be all alone in a cottage in a beautiful field filled with trees and other foliage. flowers are a classic but romantic way to show someone you love them, so this will be where he’ll propose. he’ll surprise you with the plane tickets one night, maybe just before bed, so you’ll have something to look forward to in the morning.

the day chrollo proposes will be the same date as the day you first met. that morning, you’ll wake up alone in your vacation cottage, wondering where chrollo went and why he didn’t inform you that he was going out. at first, you think maybe his duties as a spider called for him, but then you remember that he was the one who booked this vacation, and it would be highly unlikely he’d leave you for something like that. so now you’re even more perplexed- and it only adds to your confusion when you find a red dress on the nightstand beside the bed with a scribbled note telling you to wear it. it’s a new dress, one you’ve never seen before, so you assume chrollo must have gotten it for you.

after getting dressed, you step out the door, wondering if maybe you can find chrollo wandering in the field so where- it wasn’t uncommon for you to discover him alone in the mornings with a thoughtful expression on his face, staring into nothing. but you don’t see chrollo. instead, you almost step on a dark red rose- and as you move out of its way, you nearly step on a second one. confused, you finally look up and see a long trail of roses stretching all throughout the field from the door of the cottage. it’s a very irregular trail, the flowers zigzagging all over the place and only staying in straight lines for a little while. clearly, they were arranged there, waiting for you to follow them. so follow you did- the same trail of vibrant red roses throughout the whole field. while following the roses, you notice a growing number of pure white flowers surrounding the roses- petunias, daisies, lilies, and even white roses- creating such an obvious contrast you know for sure now chrollo has something planned. however, you can’t deny that the sight is absolutely stunning.

after much walking, you finally reach the end of the trail, at which sits a very tall, thick tree, white flowers flowing from its branches. at the foot of the tree is chrollo, standing there with his face aglow and in a white suit. behind him, clinging to the tree’s trunk is a ladder, nailed to the bark. when you ask what’s going on, chrollo simply asks you to follow him up the ladder. despite your apprehension about the stability of the ladder, you join him in climbing up, jokingly telling him that the dress he for you isn’t quite suited for tree-climbing. he tells you to just wait.

you two finally reach the top, and in the thick branches there is a gathering of vines- thick enough to hold you both. chrollo helps you into the bundle of plants; it’s almost like a bowl; and with a beaming smile he asks you to look out over the field you just crossed. wondering what in the world he is up to, you oblige- and finally see that the trail of roses you followed across the field spells out “will you marry me?”

when you turn back around in complete shock to stare at chrollo, he’s on one knee with a hopeful, genuine smile on his face, and he simply asks you the same question the roses spell out for you. needless to say, it’s a yes from you. 🍃🍂🌳🕸🪦

(i definitely went overboard with chrollo’s😭😭)

[acevid]

oooh headcanons.. do you have any for levi?

ehe thanks for requesting!! i do, i do~ (anybody reading this and hasnt seen the original post, feel free to go to my ask-box and request hcs for a character or ship :3)

!⠀♡⠀₊ levi⠀⠀ׁ⠀ꔛ

★ — he has the best halloween costumes. it is jaw-dropping.

★ — at his old school he had a number of admirers. it got to the point where he started having a box in his room to just dump the gifts and never look back at them.

★ — he doesn’t listen to much music, but whenever he does it is typically older music or instrumentals.

★ — he is somewhat bad at saying tongue-twisters. 

★ — when he was a young teenager (probably around thirteen or fourteen) he ended up punching a hole in his wall. afterwards, he did his best to ignore the fact that it exists.

★ — levi is actually somewhat good at walking in heels. not for long periods of time, but just enough to actually comment on it. 

★ — he knows how to make clothing, though he doesn’t do it often. at times he’ll get an idea for something a client should wear and ends up working through the night to get it done just because he gets invested in it.

★ — when he does end up getting invested in his work, the day after he will inhale an unhealthy amount of caffeine. it actually got to the point where hu walked in on him doing so and ended up pulling the plug on the coffee machine to stop him.

★ — when he was younger, one of his younger siblings wanted to have a pet (specifically a cat). however they never did end up getting a pet, meaning levi has never had a pet.

★ — he looks like he would give good hugs–he’s mediocre at best, because he always ends up being a little too stiff. the other person would probably have to literally adjust levi’s arms in order to make it be an actually good hug.

[sumtheamazinglysickauthor]

Awake - A Xyx Fanfic

“Doll, you awake yet?” You hear your husband call out, groaning in response. You slept a bit late due to reading another romance visual novel and was now tired as hell. A chuckle comes out of the mouth of the man you were now wanting to strangle as you felt him climb on the bed.

“Xyx, let me sleep” you whined.

“Love, as adorable as you are sleeping, I made us brekkie. I reckon it’s gonna get cold if we don’t go eat.”

“We can warm it up later”

“We can…” he whispers, his breath on your ear, “But I worked oh so very hard and it would be such a shame to let it go to waste. How about we make a deal, hm?”

You smile, eyes still closed, “What is it this time? You want my money?”

“Hm… Close but no, doll. Not this time." He pauses for a moment, and you can tell he has a smirk on his face as he asks, his voice deeper, "Remind me, how good are you with your tongue?”

You get flustered for a moment, before letting out a giggle and finally opening your eyes to look at him. “Pretty good, actually. You should know.”

“Oh love, trust me I do. Just wanted to know if you’ve been practicing.”

“Yeah, I have someone helping me.”

Xyx smirks, looking into your eyes. “Do you now? Is he handsome?”

“Let’s just say he looks like a model. He’s great with his tongue, too. Best partner I’ve ever been paired with.” Though you sound confident, you feel yourself turning red.

“Oh? Is that so? Very… good to know. I’ll have you know I was hoping to have a friendly competition of…”

You wait.

“That was your cue for a drumroll, doll.”

“Was it? I had no idea.” A lie, of course. You had gone through a similar conversation before back when you did video calls in the server. You’d never forget them. You’re not sure you’d forget any moment if Xyx was there. He always did have a way to make things memorable.

“Oh, you little troll.” He tickles you for a bit.

“H-Hey! Cut it o-out.” you laugh out, “I cede! I cede!”

“Good.” he stops, “Anyway. Tongue Twisters! Let’s see if you’ve improved, yeah?”

“Sure thing. I’ll win this time. Ready to be defeated?”

“Oh we’ll see… You know the rules, don’t ya?” he asks the question like the two of you haven’t been playing this very game for years. Little does this stupidly gorgeous man know, you remember every single conversation the two of you have had.

“Hm… Why would I? Not like we’ve been doing this for years or anything.”

He lets out a chuckle, “Let’s see if you can still be sly after this.”

“The student might’ve become the master, you never know.”

“Mhm." His tone was sarcastic, "Let’s start off easy. How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? He would chuck, he would, as much as he could, and chuck as much as a woodchuck would if a woodchuck could chuck wood.”

“You’re going fast again. I’m gonna need you to go a bit slower."

“Oh? But I thought the student became the master? What happened to defeating me?”

“Fine then.” You reply a bit too stubbornly. You clear your throat before trying to repeat after him, “How much wood could a woodchuck chunk- chu- Damn it!”

“What’s wrong, doll, cat got your tongue?”

“No, Cat’s too busy sleeping and they love me too much to do something like that.”

Xyx shakes his head, letting out a snicker before responding with, “Hm… I suppose you’re right. Let’s try another one” He takes your hand in his.

“T-The one with the imaginary manager?” “That’s the one, doll. So you remember, I see. Good. You might make it farther than last time then.” He gives your hand a little squeeze, “Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager imagining managing an imaginary menagerie?”

You tried listening closely, but the feeling of his warm hand in yours was enough to make you lose your concentration. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and somehow reply, “Can you imagine an imaginary men-menagerie manager- manager imagining menaging- managing an imaginary menagerie? Dammit!”

“Pfft-” he lets out a laugh, slightly blushing, “Oh, you’re adorable as always, love. How about this one? Mr. See owned a saw, and Mr. Soar owned a seesaw. Had Soar seen See’s saw before See sawed Soar’s seesaw, See’s saw would not have sawed.”

“Mr. See owned a saw, and Mr. Saw owned a see... God!”

Xyx smiles cheekily, “Oh. Baby. Not even close. Listen up, yeah?”

You start realizing something, before concentrating on his words.

“Mr. See owned a saw, and Mr. Saw owned a seesaw.”

You clear your throat, repeating after him, “Mr. See owned a saw, and Mr. Saw owned a seesaw”

“Had Soar seen See’s saw before See sawed Soar’s seesaw, See’s saw would not have sawed.” he smirks

“Hey! Ugh!’ You fight back a smile as he waits for you to respond, “Had Soar– Ugh… No!”

“Did you really mess up again? I’ll go ahead and declare myself the winner. However, for your efforts, I will name you runner-up.” You can't help but get the feeling of deja vu at his words.

“Gee thanks. Can we go get breakfast now?” You say, rolling your eyes, a bit salty.

"What, mad you lost?" he raises a brow, "Doesn’t seem like you’ve practiced considering that is exactly what you replied with the first time we did this.”

You look back at him in shock, “You… remember?”

“Hard to forget some of the best moments of my life.” He says so casually, as if he hadn’t just confessed to the time spent with you being the best moments of his life. As if he isn’t making your heart beat fast. As if his words wouldn’t make you internally scream and blush so hard, which is what you were doing right now. Blushing. Hard. How could this man say such beautiful things in such a cool manner? You’d never know.

“They were… some of the best of mine too, actually. Hadn’t forgotten a single detail of our chats, video calls, late night bike rides… You could quiz me on any detail actually, and I’d probably get it right.”

Xyx stares at you, slowly moving your hand to intertwine his fingers with yours as he gently gives it another squeeze. “N-Now doll… If this is your way of distracting me from celebrating my trillionth victory, you are rather cheeky.” he jokes, “Know you won’t get away with it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it” you smile, before looking deep into him. Sometimes, it was hard to believe that this man was your husband. He seemed like something out of a novel, sometimes. “Xyx…”

“Yes… love?”

“I love you.” You blush. The two of you were married, so you had said it before. You could never say it in a normal manner, though.

“I love you too, doll.” His beautiful emerald eyes had softened. You used your free hand to slowly touch his hair as the two of you just stared at each other. He brings the hand intertwined with his to his lips, giving it a soft kiss before he pulled you in, kissing your lips.

A soft meow startled the two of you, as you sat up straight, looking at the direction of the sound. Cat had woken up and was now sitting on the floor. “Really, ya little freeloader? Decided to interrupt our little moment, did ya?”

You giggle. Xyx cares for Cat, the two of you had spoiled them so much when they were sick. Though, your husband does get annoyed whenever Cat shows up to interrupt a special moment. Like now. You didn’t mind too much, though. How can anyone get mad at this cute little furball?

After a few moments of Xyx and Cat playfully arguing, you get up. “C’mon, Xyx. I’m sure Cat has learnt their lesson. Let’s warm up the brekkie? A deal’s a deal.”

He looks at you, chuckling before getting up. “Guess you’re right. Let’s go now, yeah?”

You grab his hand as you guys leave for the dinner table with Cat following, interlocking your hands. While you didn't know where the rest of your life will take you, there was one thing you were sure of: You would always love this man and no obstacle would be able to keep you away from him.

[play-rough]

My brain has been consumed by agere bsd content. Primarily because of you, lol. Not that im complaining. I do have a question, though. Does Yosano have nicknames for Atsushi and Ranpo like how she calls Dazai "Peanut"? Follow up, what nicknames do the littles have for everyone? I know Dazai called Kunikida just "Kida" in your ADA fic but i was wondering if there were more?

I really like nicknames if you couldnt tell lol

I also really love nicknames (and the fact that Chuuya and Dazai came with their own canon nicknames was something that really drew me towards them in the beginning) and a lot of the times they come up organically as I’m writing them so this may or may not get fully stuck to in the future but this was a lot of fun to think about 🩷🩷🩷

Everyone calls Atsushi ‘Sushi’ when he’s regressed, just as kind of a casual nickname. I think it makes Atsushi feel secure in his headspace, like a reminder that they know he’s regressed, and they’ll be gentle with him, and that he’s loved and safe. The nickname was also probably originally said by either Ranpo or Babyzai, leaning towards the baby because that’s cute lmao

Aside from Sushi, Yosano would also probably call both Atsushi and Ranpo ‘kid’ or ‘kiddo’, whenever someone is being a little bratty she would also probably break out teasing names like fussbucket or sassypants. Dazai is mostly referred to as peanut by her, it’s her special nickname for him. She also occasionally throws out shortstack, smallfry, beansprout, stuff along those lines.

Mostly the kids use shortened versions of the adults names. Kunikida is mostly referred to as either Kuni or Kida by Atsushi Ranpo and Dazai, they all tend to trip up on the full name and leave out a syllable or two, but the baby has an especially hard time with it. Kunikida can tell Dazai is getting close to headspace when a ‘Kun’kida’ slips out. When Babyzai is really tiny it’s just ‘Ki’ or ‘Kun’ like he can barely get the syllable out it’s a tongue twister for the poor little guy (Kunikida thinks it’s adorable)

Yosano is mostly referred to as ‘Sano’, but Atsushi and Ranpo will sometimes call her Akiko, she has a soft spot for them (Dazai would too, but I think he kinda feels like he hasn’t earned it yet, he probably feels guilty for feeling nervous or afraid of her at times) especially Ranpo, because it was just the two of them for a bit (with Fukuzawa of course. I’m pretty sure the ADA joining order is Fukuzawa and Ranpo, Yosano, Kunikida, Dazai, Tanazaki and Naomi, Kenji, other receptionist characters whose name/names escape me, then Atsushi, then Kyouka (Sigma???) or if I’m wrong that’s the joining order for the Au lmao) and so Yosano will let Ranpo call her Kiko or Kiki sometimes.

Fukuzawa is mostly referred to as Zawa or as Fukuzawa (botched with many slip ups and various syllables missing) out of respect for their president (even when little). Ranpo does refer to him as ‘Dad’ once in a blue moon (or purple if you play mayoi) but not when little, it’s when he’s big and wants Fukuzawa to know he’s grateful for everything the president has done for him. It’s more so to let him know that Ranpo does consider him his father, even though he does not typically refer to him with such title. Fukuzawa will usually refer to Dazai Atsushi and Ranpo all as ‘little one’ and when it’s just him and Ranpo he’ll call him ‘my sweet’ or his ‘treasure’

Dazai gets the most pet names thrown his way. Kunikida will usually call him Osamu a lot when he’s regressed, as well as little one, Sweetheart, Honey, Pumpkin and Baby (some of those would be used to refer to Atsushi and Ranpo as well) Yosano of course calls him Peanut, he will also get the occasional Samu or Zai. This got very long fast lmao.

As a bonus, if I ever do a regressed Chuuya fic (would be outside of the classification au for clarity, probably just a cute oneshot) the nicknames that caretaker Dazai would use for him would be pumpkin, peaches, bug, neonate (a baby slug) and of course the classic chibi

[vinelark]

Hi I feel like you always have the best batfam fic recs, so I was wondering if you have any recs for any Dick and Tim bonding fics (especially fics that deal with the fallout of Dick giving Robin to Dami)?

hi! so glad you like the recs, i'm always happy to give them 🥰  every time a friend expresses even a passing interest in one of my fav characters i have to stop myself from like, creating a fic rec spreadsheet on the spot.

that said, i got stumped by the second part of this one. i was like oh yes definitely, i totally have read fics for that, and then…could not dig any up from my brain or my bookmarks. i feel like there's a fic on the tip of my tongue, but in the meanwhile, if anyone has any tim & dick red robin reconciliation recs (holy tongue twister, batman) i too would love to see them!

and here are some tim & dick recs in general:

🎄 only you will have stars that can laugh by silverwhittlingknife

set early in tim’s tenure as robin; dick realizes tim is about to be alone on christmas, and they end up spending the holiday together. i love how tentative both dick and tim are about this for different (and at times similar) reasons, and how heartwarming and cozy it ends up being. lots of reflection on family in all its forms and a really good tim & dick dynamic.

🚗 I’d Fly Far Away From Here by Sohotthateveryonedied

in a somewhat similar vein, a oneshot set during tim’s robin era in which tim hitchhikes to blüdhaven after a fight with his dad. dick and tim are two people who technically aren’t brothers yet by law but already are at heart, which doesn’t make it any easier to navigate conversations about tim’s home life or either of their relationship with bruce. (they make it work, though.)

🩹 Not So Large But Definitely In Charge by dottie_dc

tim and dick get tossed into an alternate gotham where there’s no batman or justice league, but find their way to bruce and alfred anyway. this has great tim-under-pressure pov, and the amount that he and dick care about each other even through their arguments is palpable. there’s also a fantastic (and at times gut-wrenching) sequel by JackHawksmoor focusing more on dick & the bruce of this different world. (cw for: past major character death aka alternate universe dick grayson)

🤖 Very Pleasing to My Optical Sensors by waffleelrond

another early robin!tim fic, in which tim gets injured and dick steps in to translate bruce's bruceness about it. it's tentative and sweet and a little silly, and a great bite-sized fic to read when you want to see the two of them just starting out as brothers.

🌌 To an Athlete Dying Young series by SonoSvegliato

at a glance from the summaries this appears like a tim & jason + tim & bruce series (and it is!), but the tim & dick scenes land it on this list for sure. i'm a broken record here with the early-robin!tim & dick recs but man i love them here; in the second fic there's a sequence where dick is teaching tim how to grapple across rooftops that sticks in my mind as one of my top favorite bonding moments for them. (heads up that the series currently ends on a cliffhanger—it's not finished yet!)

🦉 the once and future robin by AstraEllis

and as proof that i can in fact rec something other than early-robin!tim, here's an au where instead of becoming batman's robin tim ends up adopting a talon!dick grayson from another universe as his older brother. and becoming his robin. and then finding his way to the batfamily. i'm fascinated by the tim and alternate-universe-talon!dick relationship in this, and the questions of identity/personhood that it tackles by virtue of the story it is telling. plus, talon!dick's connection to robin as a concept despite the alternate universe aspect is really sweet.

also circling back to red robin reconciliation, i do have these two longfics open in my many tabs to read/finish; both tackle the post-rr era and the dick & tim of it all in their larger plots, so i'll toss in Extant by Kgraces and The Return by lurkinglurkerwholurks to check out too!