#Not even a holy water bath could save me

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What The Heart Wants (Albert Wesker x gn!Reader)

960 words, loose followup to this, tentacle affection, post re5 wesker, scar care, wound tending, shared shower, fluff, light hurt/comfort, IMAGE SOURCE | Fic Directory

wesker is but a shell of the man he once was… accepting that your love remains unchanged has been difficult, yet he still cannot help but bask in it.

He doesn’t know why you insist on doing this.  Your hands, still warm from the shower you’d shared, smooth along his rippled, scarred skin.  You treat this act as if it were holy, one kept special and secret, reserved only for him.  Like you revere him as a god… as the god he was meant to be.

But godhood was torn from his grasp, leaving him mangled and deformed.  He is but a fraction of the man he once was in nearly every sense.  

Uroboros had saved his life.  It regrew his limbs and sealed his wounds, but it cared not for preserving his image.  For a time, he wondered if that’s why you’d taken up this routine.  Perhaps you’d been so revolted by his marred body that you, full of pity, thought you could fix it.  It seemed a lifetime ago that he’d lashed out over the thought, but it was only a mere two weeks prior that you’d held his cheeks and reassured him of his beauty.

“You’re like sunshine to me.” You’d said.  “I love you."

It had initially been antibiotic creams you rubbed into his skin, each inch of flesh receiving the same reverent, slow circular motions of your fingertips.  After your fretting about infection ceased, you moved on to scar gel– applied diligently from head to toe after every instance in which you’d help him bathe.

He’s resentful that he needs such assistance, even now.  It was unbecoming of the man he was.  Of the man he should’ve been– that he should be…  You always say it’s for the preservation of the compound’s hot water that you join him, but he knows it’s because the weakened muscles of his legs threaten to give out at any moment unless you’re present to provide support. You're simply sparing his pride. 

Back from the dead for three weeks and he could hardly stand on his own.  Confined to a chair just like him, forced to practice that which should come as naturally as breathing.

You’ve got him sat atop the lid of the toilet, standing between his spread legs with his face in your hands.  Your thumbs rub so very sweetly at each ripple, left hand dancing up to work that sticky gel into a section of his scalp that had been singed away in the fires of the Earth.  Your touch is like heaven…

Wesker keeps his eyes shut, telling himself over and over that it’s because he hates the way you look at him while you do this that he does so, not because of the raw tenderness in your gaze. And yet, he cannot help but lean into it when your fingers thread through the surviving thatches of his hair.  The backs of your knuckles meet his temple and he’s unsure of which touch soothes him more.

“Hm, hehe…”

For a moment he thinks you’re laughing at him, but then he remembers…

“It’s happening again!”  You chirp.  Your wide smile and sparkling eyes greet him.  The overhead light above casts a halo around you, painting you as the angel that you are.

He regards you with a disinterested huff, tearing his eyes away from you to look anywhere else– the wall, the shower curtain, the floor.  As if the predicament as a whole wasn’t already humiliating enough, there had been a recent��� development.

You should’ve warned him that the damn thing was creeping out of his chest.  Since stepping away from death’s door, Uroboros had gone dormant within a small amber-like formation embedded in his sternum.  Initially it had seemed to be a permanent tumor-like mass left behind, but time had proven it to be where the ‘critter,’ as you’d dubbed it, hides away until called upon.  Except he can’t.  Efforts to summon even one of the tentacles that had so easily encased him were futile and always resulted in the nearest object being thrown across the room in a helpless fury.  Until five days prior, that is.

You giggle as the black mass coils and snakes up your arm, slithering across your back and pulling your bare bodies almost flush to one another.  You embrace Wesker with your free arm, nuzzling into the crook of his neck while the tentacle appendage settles and simply presses you closer.

“If you wanted a hug, you just had to ask,” you coo softly, lips grazing another rough patch of flesh.

Damned thing.

This happened twice before.  Once, having curled around your body, pulling you snug to his side while the both of you slept and leaving you confused and fretful about if you hurt him when you finally woke.  The second was much like now, only it had coiled around your waist while you held him under the stream of the shower.  It took you by surprise, but you never reacted with disgust.  Quite the opposite, really.

“I didn’t.”  Wesker mumbles, but he wraps his arms around you nonetheless.  It feels so very good to hold you…

“Liar,” You accuse happily, pulling back just enough to brush your nose against his.  You look into his eyes as if they weren’t undergoing strange changes with their uneven pupils and fractured blues tainted by hues of scarlet.  “C’mon, we talked about this.  Subconscious desires, remember?”

Of course he remembers; he’s the one who came to the conclusion.  Unconscious even, if the actions during his sleep were anything to go by.  He regards you with a curt hm, which you promptly interrupt with a peck to his lips.  

“Just get my clothes already.”  He tries to muster the energy to deliver it as a command, but he falls short with a sluggish suggestion instead.

“I would," you tease, "but you have to let go first.”  

Easier said than done… after all, he has to want to.

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divine temptations | 222

you're such an angel, and i'm gonna hurt you

fallenangel!anakin x nun!reader | lore 🪽 | playlist

synopsis: after the meeting with the high council, anakin is imprisoned publicly to shame him. in his hatred for your guardian angels, he destroys them, causing chaos to overcome both heaven and earth.

w.c: 2.6k+

highlights: {minors dni} dark content, heavy religious themes and imagery, inspiration taken from catholicism primarily, sexual themes, corruption kink, light sexualization of the reader as a nun, fem!reader & use of she/her pronouns, attempted sexual assault {mentioned}, rape {mentioned}

table of contents | 333 {coming soon}

The memories of his assault of your vessel were visceral and disturbing weeks after the event. Your neck was left bruised, and it ached for several days. Sometimes, you couldn’t sleep because every time you closed your eyes you were sent back to that moment where you were at your weakest, helpless against that tree. Almost raped. Almost.

Almost is a taunting thought

You believed that, since you hadn’t been defiled, you shouldn’t be bothered by the occurrence for long. You shouldn’t have these nightmares of being raped over and over again. You shouldn’t feel vulnerable. You would simply return to your beautiful life here at the convent, your sanctuary. A place where you never have felt unsafe or threatened in any way. You loved the women here, and they loved you.

The last time you were vulnerable like this was your past life when you were a part of the world, before you had found the monastic way of life. Never did you believe you would have to feel pain like this again.

Hatred lights the path of the fallen. But you hate that man for what he wanted to do to you. How could someone be so wicked?

And every time you thought of his face, you cried and sometimes wished for death. These were thoughts that haven’t scathed your mind since you entered the convent. But perhaps contact with that despicable man left you tainted. Maybe you needed to be cleansed and prayed over, bathed in the holy waters.

What other recourse did you have?

When you explained to your sisters why you required the service, they were more than happy to pray over you. They prepared the bath for you too. Sister Agnes remained with you the entire time to help guide your prayers. The water must have risen an inch from your tears. After the bath, Sister Agnes walked you back to your private chamber.

She broke into a sob. “Oh, my dear,” the elderly woman wiped her tears, “We shouldn’t have allowed you to go near the road alone.”

You drew her into a hug. Of course, they should have sent you with another. But all you could say to the heartbroken woman was, “Don’t worry about it. I feel much better now. Our Lord protected me.”

Sister Agnes cried harder when you said that. The new expression upon her wrinkled face was one of relief. She truly believed you. And you were happy that she would not share your pain.

You bid her goodnight and went inside your room to pray. When you wanted to feel closer to the Creator, you opened your window to let the moonlight in and knelt before your window seat, setting a pillow under your knees, a makeshift prayer bench. While it was not the proper way in which to address Him, you were not so sure He minded.

For the first few minutes, you sobbed, thanking Him for the lightning that only struck your assailant and not you. The electricity only touched your skin momentarily. It was as if there had been a barrier between you and Death. You should have both died from the lightning, but only that man did. The miraculous occurrence saved you from an even greater pain.

But the thought did little to comfort you. Why you? What made you so special that you deserved a supernatural rescue and so many others didn’t? The thing that should have brought you to your knees in gratitude and praise of your savior made you... question everything, including how heavenly justice worked?

Although, the whole incident could have been some cosmic joke.

And despite spending the whole day in prayer with your sisters, you felt the same. You were still terrified about what happened. So much so that sleep was an impossible feat. During all your time at the convent prior to the horrific event, you embraced solitude and found contentment. But this night, you wouldn’t have hated companionship, someone to hold you tight and tell you that you were safe here.

“You can’t say that, Anakin! Do you understand the gravity of this situation? Do you?” Obi-Wan had never shown his anger so outwardly before. Anger marked his brow, his furious stare, his clenched jaw, and his haunting tone.

Anakin could sense his fear, despite the rage his friend used to hide it. They both understood that what Anakin had done was enough to have him sent to hell for all eternity. Their father was not so lenient of the angelic hosts as he was of humans. The humans were free to sin, and forgiveness was offered to them at every turn. And yet somehow, they still missed the chance to ascend to the heavenly realms. Most chose to trade their vaporous lives for eternity. And the Creator allowed it because of free will.

“But it’s true, Obi-Wan. There’s nothing you can do,” Anakin said emotionlessly. The chains of light were clamped tightly round his ankles, keeping him grounded. Nothing can break them except for the Creator’s Will.

He was chained to the platform right outside the chambers of the High Council, like he was an animal on display. And to the rest of the heavenly host, Anakin was a creature of anomaly. Seraphim were respected for their unbreakable devotion to Him above all else, yet Anakin wished for nothing more than to leave his place of honor. He wanted to be able to visit the Earth realms. He wanted to seduce you.

“I will try to change his mind,” Obi-Wan said to him with all hope. “He is more understanding than you give him credit for.”

With that, Obi-Wan disappeared. His wings were so quick that he moved almost at light’s speed. And Anakin was alone again in his humiliation. But he didn’t mind because now he could give you all his attention. He watched you as he always did. But this time he was not pleased by what he saw.

Never had he seen you so unhappy. He’d never witnessed you cry for anything but joy. The visions you saw in your sleep. You believed they were nightmares, but he saw the demons torturing your mind as clearly as he could see you below. Your good-for-nothing guardians were evidently too busy to cast them away. Anakin would do that for you, but he was in a bad place as it was. Interfering with your life again wouldn’t be prudent. If the Creator did not eliminate him, Obi-Wan certainly would. So, this time, he did as he should, and he merely observed from a distance, watching you cry your eyes out and writhe in pain only felt by your spirit.

The more he watched the heavier his own spirit weighed. If your guardians had served you faithfully, then you wouldn’t be left understandably traumatized from the event. It was almost too hard for him to watch you this way. But he couldn’t leave you alone like this. Even if you didn’t know he was there. He couldn’t let you out of his sight.

And as your pain grew deeper, so did his hate for those who failed in their calling to protect you. Unlike the other angels, Anakin struggled to contain his hate. No one who harmed you was free of his wrath. Certainly not your guardian angels.

The heavens erupted into chaos. Anakin had lost himself to his own wrath. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He had been punished for saving you from being violated, and those who failed in their duty to protect you were left completely unscathed. And for someone who already, secretly despised the entire heavenly host and whose hatred was like a forgotten thorn in one’s side festering for ages, obliterating your five guardians in one hailstorm of fiery rage was as simple as taking a breath for him.

Instantly, he was reprimanded by the Creator directly. In a single moment, ejected from the heavenly realms, banished to dwell upon Earth until the end of time. Hell, where he would now spend eternity, was his final destination. The mercy of the Creator saved him from being sent there first. Earth was to be his Sheol, a temporary hell.

But did they forget that his interests lie only with you. Did they fail to notice that this might be what he wanted all along? Even if he only had until the end of time with you, he knew that it would be worth it. Though you were unaware at this time, nothing would keep him from you. The laws of heaven no longer applied to him. He was free to torment the earthly beings, though that wasn’t nearly as alluring as possessing you.

 Banished from Heaven and sent to Earth, he lost his heavenly title, and his name was written among the fallen. He kept his beauty in full, but now as an angel of light. And despite having wanted this to happen, being reprimanded so heavily over what he saw as the right thing to do irked him. And the pain that he felt you living through as a result of your guardians’ inadequacy ignited his fury in ways devastating to the Earth. 

His rage awoke nature’s spirits. Thunder, Lightning, Rain, and Hail terrorized the inland villages. He disrupted the seas, wreaking havoc on coastal cities, leaving them destroyed in his wake. And nothing was put in place to stop him.

The voices of the High Council rang in his ears as they pleaded with him to end his madness. But Anakin was drunk on power, the lack of restraint he now possessed, for the fallen were given domain over the Earth for a time of unknown length. He didn’t believe in redemption. His thought was why not enjoy it here. The earthly realms were to be his last Heaven.

For weeks, the destruction by Anakin’s fury continued.

Obi-Wan was sent to stop and contain him. But Obi-Wan believed, perhaps foolishly, that Anakin’s heart could be changed.

The cherub appeared before him, glory to glory, withholding nothing. And yet the majesty of the fallen one was still unmatched.

“You know why I am here,” Obi-Wan announced, wielding his fiery blade, directing its point to the enemy.

Anakin could not cower in the presence of the threatening blade. That was beneath him. “Do I?”

“Given more time, Earth and its surrounding realms will be destroyed. This lust for power has consumed you.”

He was not blind to his own faults. But under his own authority, he could do as he pleased. Destroying this realm would be good. Nothing good has come from mankind. Not in his eyes. From his view, he could see the suffering humans enacted upon each other and upon the Earth, the very thing which provides them life. The only good in this world was you. And he had plans to sweep you away. Far away.

“The one that you love. You’re going to kill her. She will hate you.”

Anakin gave him a biting glare. If Obi-Wan knew... then that meant so did He. And the rest of Heaven. “I’d never hurt her. I can see her now. She’s sleeping. She doesn’t know what’s happening.”

“What do you think will happen when you destroy her life? Everything and everyone she cares for? You don’t think that would hurt her?”

“Obi-Wan, you have no idea! Did you see what happened to her? What almost happened? I live through her pain. I want to save her from evil. Can you not understand?”

The cherub refused to back down. His blade was still held high. “This is not up for debate. I have been sent to put an end to your insanity one way or another.”

Anakin smiled wickedly. “Oh... by killing me?”

“That depends on you, my friend.”

Anakin did not understand.

“Our Father wishes to offer you a deal. He has changed his mind on your punishment. But...” Obi-Wan sighed and shook his head, “only if you put an end to your anger now. It is not the Creator’s Will for the Earth to be done away with yet.”

In order to declare his interest, Anakin immediately paused his merciless pillaging of the surface. “I am listening.”

In return, Obi-Wan sheathed his blade of fire. “He knows how strongly you care for this human.” His voice was coated with disgust for the lesser being. “He knows exactly what she means to you and what you’re willing to give up for her. In his divine grace, He is willing to make an exchange with you. Give up your dominion over this realm, and he’ll allow you to be her guardian, though not an angel. But your eternal status, depends on how well you serve her.”

This offer was... merciful.

Beyond what Anakin knew he deserved. Not only was he being offered a chance for redemption, but he was being offered the one thing he craved most in the entire universe. As your guardian, he would have unbridled access to you and your beautiful mind. At his discretion, he could even appear to you, making his existence known to you.

Being known by you...

The thought of that was more than even he could process in all of his great understanding.

He was used to being veiled from you completely. Contact had been forbidden. But with this offer, you would be in his grasp. He could travel between dimensions and allow his glory to be witnessed by your perfect gaze. Anakin could not stop his curiosity at what it might feel like to be seen by you. Would he prefer it? Or would he dislike the contact? His intuition whispered that he would like it very much and that he might even find it addicting.

How could he say no?

“I... accept.”

Obi-Wan did seem surprised in the slightest. “I see. I will inform Him of your decision. You will feel weakened very soon. I understand that... you wanted this. But I don’t understand why. You-you, Anakin, held the position of the highest honor. Why would—”

“I never wanted any of it. I wanted to be free to pursue my singular interest.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I would be cautious in your new role, Anakin. More than ever before. Because this is a test. Did you believe that you were truly going to get everything you wanted without a cost? If you serve her faithfully all her life, an eternity with us is yours. But the temptations you will face as her guardian, I’m not sure you can handle it.”

“What?” Anakin spat. “Protecting a human is practically a mindless affair. That’s why it’s given to the lowest of all angels.”

“Realize that even that group is superior to where you stand currently,” he added humorously.

“I won’t be able to physically harm humans in this form. So, don’t worry. I won’t kill anyone.”

“That was not the temptation I was referring to.”

Anakin realized what his friend meant. So he quipped, “Lust is a human feeling.”

“Is it?”

“What do you mean, is it?” Anakin said mockingly.

“Do not be quick to assume anything. You’ve never been in the earthly realms before. It’s much different. You may find yourself desiring things that seemed unnatural to you before.” Obi-Wan turned, signaling his departure. “Remember the laws of Heaven. Despite your fallen state, if you wish for eternity in Heaven, where she will most certainly end up, you must abide by our laws.”

Eternity in Heaven with the one he craves. There was hardly a better fate in mind even if he never ascended to the honor he once claimed.

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Can I request headcanons for Raphael, Haarlep, Kar'niss, and Zevlor with oblivious gn crush?

Head In The Clouds

([all separate] Raphael, Haarlep, Kar'niss, Zevlor x GN unspecified Tav)

Banner credits in alt!

Notes/warnings: both SFW and Mature (no exact NSFW, marked for safety), flirting, failed seduction (Haarlep being an Incubus), somewhat manipulative(? Maybe???) behavior, suggestive themes, confused characters, dancing, self questioning/self doubt, extremely short mention of canonical death, close proximity/touching/hugging, obviously mentions of spider anatomy, Kar'niss is deranged and I don't know how to emphasize that, library dates (but Tav doesn't know that), mentions of the Infernal language in DnD, reading together, Zevlor tries to teach you a new language, not-a-real-date turns into a real date

I swear, the vast majority of BG3 fans see a pair of horns and their eyes nearly pop out of their skull. Me too!! Also I decided to make these short scenes, just as a treat for myself really.

-- Raphael --

Oh dear, he wasn't expecting this. Here he was, in his full cambion form, in the middle of the House of Hope, teaching you how to ballroom dance, and you weren't aware he had some feelings for you? How foolish could you get, little mouse? Yes, he fully was planning on taking your soul before he warmed up to you this past two days after letting you see his marvelous self, but now he couldn't be so certain. You were smiling as if you were still merely friends- no, only acquaintances! He wouldn't show the dissatisfaction his face, not even when you nearly stepped on his tail while trying to teach you the Viennese Waltz. Of course he had been holding you even closer than what the dance had called for, but that was his mistake, and he'd rather be bathed in holy water than blame you for it. "That's it, little mouse, very good." The demon whispered low in your ear. "How about we try a Foxtrot next, hmm?"

-- Haarlep --

If he was honest, now that you had warmed to him, something deep in the pit of his soul felt like perhaps it wasn't worth just sleeping with you once. Did he hate this new emotion? Oh absolutely, there's not a moment where he doesn't know how to react. He wasn't exactly used to actually loving someone-- were Incubi really, truly capable of love? Whatever, Raphael wasn't home, and it was the perfect opportunity to get you in his master's bed for an evening. Hopefully that would remove this-... Whatever this is. When the massive demon placed his hands on your waist and pressed your back against his near bare chest he purred out the honeyed tone he was so well known for. "Such an exquisite little mouse, you'd be a favorable meal. Come to bed with me, won't you?" Except that didn't happen. You had turned your head to him to answer, not a single hint of voluptuous desire in your eyes. "Now that I think of it, I could use a moment to lie down. Would you like to nap then?" Quite obviously he didn't expect that in the slightest. Much like his master, he didn't show much in his expression. Only a beat of silence before a rather content reply. "... Yes, a nap would actually be quite delightful about now."

-- Kar'niss --

The poor drider was quite upset, how come his chosen beloved didn't see how much he adored them and everything they ever touched? Was it because he was unsightly? Was it because he was cursed with his semi-chitinous body? In reality, it was probably because you just thought he was thankful you saved him from his demise, which he was! But even now as he hunkered down to hold you close to his chest, even using his pedipalps to keep you close. "Please, my savior, I need you!" Unlike the other times he grabbed on to you, this one felt proper; he was being gentle. His chin rest upon your head as a low growl softly reverberated in his throat. The bitter smell of old moss hit your nose like a freight train, but he didn't let go or tighten his grip. "Bless me with your warmth, just for a moment." You couldn't hear his next words, only mumbling as he was slowly losing the ability to hold himself together. "Please, one day you will love me too. Silly bug, one day I'll have you in my web, just you wait."

-- Zevlor --

While this wasn't a date in your eyes, and since he didn't tell you that it could be considered one either, Zevlor was slightly anxious. Who wouldn't, though? He brought you to a rather nice library, and he was worried how you would even consider going on something like a date with him. Then again you were sitting in his lap as he was trying to teach you some Infernal writing. The book laid in your lap as his arms came in front of you to point out the rather intricate looking letters. "That right there says 'Charming', I know the look a little close together." He placed his hand over yours and helped you point to the word, helping you pick out all eight letters of the word. "Does that mean the word I just read a moment ago spelt 'charred'?" You ask with humor in your voice. You could hear Zevlor give a delighted huff behind you, trying not to breathe on your neck. "That is correct." He slowly moves his hand away from yours. The tingle of your skin still lingered on his palm. "I think we might be reading a cookbook. I think this is... Beef Wellington? Would you like to make it together some time?" Hope was evident in his tone, but you couldn't tell if it was from the prospect of spending time together of making something for dinner.

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Every Baby Needs a Daddy 15

Part 14

There is officially StevexCC in this. If that is not your jam, skip this part bc that's all that happens here.

Eddie and Steve lied together in bed, Eddie rubbing his back and Steve playing with Eddie's hair. Steve had said he could come down for the movie and the topic had turned to their opinions on different movies.

"You're gonna hate me, but...I've never seen all of Lord of the RIngs", Steve admitted.

"Now why would I hate you for that?", Eddie asked.

"Because you treat the books like a holy bible."

"All I heard was I get to see you experience the full trilogy for the first time someday. Which is the best present you can give me."

Steve raised a brow. "Better than me dressing up as a sexy character for you?"

"I take it back. If you dress up as Uhura or something, I'd adequately lose my mind."

Steve kept that bit of info in his pocket for later. Soon, the conversation veered back to what would happen tonight. Eddie had talked to his friends about it.

"I told them all about what you like and what you don't care for", Eddie said.

And just the idea that they were discussing him like that had Steve getting warm. He insisted on washing up beforehand though. It had been days and while he and Eddie were drunk on the scent, it wouldn't be quite as pleasant to other noses. At least how it was now.

Steve could've cried as he watched the water fill the gigantic bath tub. He'd seen it already, of course. But this would be his first time actually bathing in it. It was big enough to fit two grown men comfortably and that was just a dream for Steve.

He let out a purr as he got inside. Eddie followed and they took their sweet time washing each other. Of course, the touches lingered, and Steve wanted to take it further. He got hotter thinking of the possibilities of tonight. And Eddie could tell, so after a while, he changed his touches to something more chaste.

"You're being so good right now, sweetheart. I can tell you're saving it for later." Eddie rewarded him with a kiss and after soaking for a while longer, they drained the tub and got out.

Eddie kept it simple with a t-shirt and some sweats. Steve wore a pair of boxers he had packed, but topped it with a sweater Eddie owned. He looked himself over in the bathroom mirror when a thought came to his mind.

"Daddy...", he called out in a soft voice. "I have an idea..."

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Grant was the first one down, seeing that Eddie and Steve were already taking up space on the couch. Steve's head was in Eddie's lap, Eddie's fingers carding through his hair. They looked the picture of comfort, especially with the blanket covering Steve's legs.

"Nice to see you both again", Grant said, taking the recliner on the side and putting his feet up.

"Nice to see you too", Steve said. "Thanks for scenting all those things for me", he added as Jeff and Gareth came down.

"Our pleasure", Jeff took the other side of the couch, letting Steve put his feet in his lap.

Gareth didn't reply as he sat down on the floor, legs stretching out under the coffee table. If Steve reached out just a little bit, he could touch the curls on his head. He kept his hand playing with a frayed thread on Eddie's pants though.

The movie of the evening was Fire and Ice. A decent flick, but one that Eddie had introduced to Steve already. So as his alpha stroked his hair, Steve found it very easy to slip. To let the final embers of his heat rise up for a final crescendo of the night. His hips shifted a little. He felt so empty. He needed... he needed...

Eddie's ears perked as he started to hear the tiny whimpers his baby was trying to keep down. He was trying not to come off as needy but that wasn't necessary. Just as Eddie had answered the call, he was sure the others would too. Eddie's hand moved from his hair, down his chest, to under the blanket.

Steve's breath hitched as he was simply cupped under the covers. It had been his idea to go completely pants-less for the evening, which was why they had to be first downstairs. Steve also insisted on putting a towel under himself, not wanting to mess up what was probably a very expensive couch.

Eddie held him for a moment, feeling the heat coming off him before rubbing slowly, prompting Steve to pull his feet off of Jeff's lap and open his legs. It was faint, but the scent of aroused omega began to waft through the room. Steve's lips parted as his pants got a little louder. Jeff was the first to take his eyes off the tv, able to hear clearly how wet Steve was getting under the blanket.

Steve turned completely onto his back to look up at Eddie from his lap, eyes pleading. "Daddy", he whispered, hips jerking as his clit was played with.

"You know baby, I think now's a good time to train the boys in taking care of you."

Steve nodded eagerly, slowly pulling the blanket off to reveal himself, turning his gaze to Jeff as he spread his legs even more. Eddie teased at his hole but didn't go in. He kissed the top of Steve's head.

"Remember to use your words, sweetheart. There's no mind readers here."

"Wanna be filled. I feel so empty", Steve whined.

The air got thicker with Steve's scent and Jeff started to palm himself through his pants. Eddie finally pushed a finger inside but he knew it wouldn't be long before Steve was wanting for more.

"Watch closely Jeffie", Eddie said as he sunk his finger in deep. When he pulled out to the fingertip, Steve's hips rolled with it and Eddie pushed back in.

"Shit", Jeff said as he squeezed himself.

"Didn't I tell you he had a pretty cunt?"

"So fucking pretty", Jeff praised, making Steve release a moan as Eddie removed his finger completely. Jeff moved closer between Steve's legs. He stroked his thighs before gently rubbing the folds of his pussy. Steve's hips started to roll again and Jeff bit his lip as he sunk a finger into his heat. Eddie cupped the back of his hand, guiding Jeff in how to finger Steve.

Steve reveled in the look of rapture on Jeff's face, knowing it was his body's doing. He looked over to where Grant was sitting and saw that he had pulled out his cock and was stroking it slowly. He couldn't wait to get it in his mouth. He couldn't wait to-

"Fuuck", his thoughts were cut off when he felt two hands on him at once. One was Jeff, thumb circling his clit as he fucked him slowly with two fingers. The other was Eddie, kneading at his chest roughly through his sweater. Steve's head tossed and he saw that there was only one that wasn't looking at him right now.

He reached a hand out to pet at the back of Gareth's head. His eyes were still trained onto the tv and to be truthful, Steve's vanity wouldn't take it.

"Gareth, look at me, please."

"...Is it really okay?", Gareth asked in a soft voice.

"He wouldn't be asking if it wasn't", Eddie assured him.

Slowly, Gareth turned his head and looked at Steve's face first. He ventured to move a little closer as Steve gripped the back of his head in a soft hold. Gareth's eyes roamed from his torso to his legs, watching as Eddie pulled the sweater up, showing up more of his body. He pushed his hand below the waistband of his pants, rubbing between his legs. Steve stroked Gareth's hair, almost in time with the way Jeff was stroking him.

With a bit of coaxing, Steve was able to bring him in for a very light kiss, just the barest touching of lips. Gareth didn't press and Steve was too caught in the middle of a moan as he felt himself getting closer. Then, just before Steve came, Jeff slowed his thrusting and pulled his fingers out. Steve let out a whine, about to complain when Eddie tugged at a nipple.

"I know Stevie, you wanna be filled. And I think Gareth is the one to do the job."

Gareth's eyes widened as he snapped his head to Eddie. "Me? Dude, I don't think-"

"Please?", Steve begged. "I need it, please."

Gareth's eyes looked between them both before landing on Eddie a final time. Eddie gave him a nod, assuring him that everything would be okay. He had only told Steve that Gareth had his reasons for being nervous. But Gareth would have to show him himself. Jeff got off the couch and sat on the floor by Steve's legs, giving him a good view of his cunt still. Gareth stood and pushed his bottoms down. Steve licked his lips as it was revealed to him.

He instantly understood why Gareth would be wary, but to Steve he was simply looking at a gorgeous t-dick that he needed to get inside him some kind of way as soon as possible. His jaw dropped a little and Eddie crooked a finger forward at Gareth, who stepped closer. Just enough to paint Steve's lips with the tip of his dick and just barely slip it inside.

They let out twin moans and Steve felt himself drowning, just as Eddie said he would. He could've cum like this probably, just from sucking Gareth off, but his alpha knew what he needed more and pulled him off by the hair.

"That's a good baby", Eddie praised. "Gareth, go ahead."

Swallowing thickly, Gareth moved to get on the couch, settling between Steve's legs. He hovered over, lowering his hips slowly. When he finally made contact, they both let out a sigh and Steve was already undulating, trying to get more.

"Slow down, angel. Let Gare set the pace", Eddie said. He glanced up briefly to see both Grant and Jeff stroking their cocks as they watched Gareth and Steve rock against each other. He got a little dizzy himself, thinking about Steve letting one of them take his mouth. But for this first time, in the privacy of their home, he wanted Steve to be as loud as possible, with nothing muffling the beautiful music he was making with his body.

Eddie could tell the moment Gareth slipped his dick inside because Steve let out a choked moan and Gareth started to fuck him in earnest. The wet schlick sounding between them drowned out anything coming from the tv. Steve's arms went around Gareth's neck, pulling him to lie right on top so that he could nose at his neck.

Steve was so gone, he didn't know that Eddie had beckoned Grant over to be closer until he was already there, jerking himself by Steve's head. Just as he thought how perfect that it would be in his mouth, his orgasm crashed through him and he felt Gareth's cock pulse inside of him and moments later, Grant's cum painted his cheek and nose. It was so much, it was almost enough, it was almost-

"J...Je..f", Steve tried to speak through panting but it was difficult when his mind was so deeply clouded by pleasure.

Thankfully, somehow the meaning got through and he felt Jeff's fingers on his tongue, the alpha giving him a taste of the cum right from his cock. With that, he had the scent marking of all three on him and his omega felt sated. If he wasn't officially pack before, he was now. And Steve never felt more at home.

Hoo boy. It was hard to write this part one-handed but boy howdy we got it done!

Part 16

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Not Nice Days

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A post Good Omens 2 fanfic set approximately 3 weeks after Aziraphale left

⚠️Slight gore/body horror warning⚠️

| CHAPTER 1 | A Demon’s Memories |

It was not a nice day. All of the days had been miserable since he’d left. There had been rather more of 21 of them so far, and Aziraphale hadn't come back yet. No amount of heavy drinking was able to disguise Crowley’s emotions. And there were a lot of them, none of them good. If anything, the alcohol only made it worse. Crowley stumbled around his apartment. Since he’d gotten it back from Shax, he hadn’t been able to shake the deep stench of hell that lingered around the dark marble floors. Almost like burnt toast but much more sinister (if it’s even possible for toast to be sinister in the first place). As he made his way back over to the wine cabinet, he nearly tripped on a small potted plant that sat neatly on the floor nearest to the sofa. The leaves of this particular plant had always been the most pristine of them all. Never had a spot appeared on these leaves. Crowley had always been fond of this plant. But now all he could do was look at it with utter disgust, for you see, it had been Aziraphale who had gotten this plant for him. A few years back, just after the almost apocalypse, he had gifted it to Crowley. He suspected that the angel had cast a miracle on it to never have the leaves shrivel. He eyed the plant, picking up the pot and bringing it up to his face, to get a better look of it. He examined it. For the first time in 4 years, a spot had appeared on this plant. It was sad, wilted and the ever-gaping hole in the centre leaf made Crowley’s heart ache. He had never shouted at this plant. Never had been able to bring himself to put his fear into it. For shouting at this plant, was like shouting at Aziraphale, and although Crowley would never say it out loud, he would rather bathe in holy water than see Aziraphale hurt. He had always been so careful to not say anything that would intentionally hurt his angel Aziraphale. But now Aziraphale had hurt him, hurt him like he never could have imagined. With just 3 words.

I forgive you

“Well guess what angel? I don’t forgive you.” He sneered at the plant. “Fuck you. Fuck heaven. Fuck your fucked up morals and your fucked up angels and your fucked up rules,” the demon spat, tearing off a leaf from the plant with each word. “and most of all, fuck you. Fuck you and your ineffable fucking plan” he pointed a singular slender claw towards the ceiling “is this what you wanted? Just when things were starting to go our way, you have to take him from me like the fucking bastard you are.” there was no answer. as per usual. "typical." he scoffed "never did talk to me properly." He was starting to fume now. No not fume…smoke. Nothing good ever came from a smoking demon.

 Crowley looked back down at the plant. It was shaking, ever so slightly. A pathetic little shiver that he had only seen once before, from a certain angel after a certain kiss. That terrible, teeth clacking, nose clashing, disaster of a kiss. Not Crowley’s best idea, that he would admit. but that tiny tremble was all it took. Crowley was able to feel the tears welling up in his eyes and he desperately willed them to stay in their tear ducts where they belonged, but every mortal body has limitations, even if it belongs to a demon. He prepared himself for the searing pain he was sure he was about to experience.

Usually, for humans, tears would just come streaming out without warning, salty and warm, but this was different for Crowley. The tears stung his skin as they trickled down his cheek. It burned. The liquid seeped into his pores and dissolved a few layers of flesh. It was like acid. He dropped the plant and as it clattered to the floor he sank to his knees, feeling what he’d hoped he’d never have to feel again. Back in the 1800’s after they’d saved Elspeth from suicide and helped her buy a farm, Crowley had been sucked back down to hell for performing such an extensive set of good deeds that night. What awaited him was not a rude note or stern words from an authority figure, but an exponentially angry dark council, and a particularly horrific punishment, even by hell's standards. He had expected the worst, but this seemed beyond, even hell. He could remember it as clear as the water in the pond in St. James’ Park…

“I’m sorry” Beelzebub had muttered “I really hoped it wouldn’t have to come to this.” Crowley detected a twinge of sympathy in their voice, hidden behind their usual facade of fortitude and dominance. A sniff of pity lurking in the back of their throat, something that Crowley never thought he’d hear.

“Come to what? You going to erase me from the Book of Life?” He’d joked. He had thought at the time that “extreme sanctions” were merely a fear tactic used by the almighty to make the angels and demons more compliant with the plan. And he had probably been right, but that was not the fate that awaited him that night. “I truly am sorry” Beelzebub reiterated. With one swift motion, they snapped their fingers, drawing power down from the deepest pits of hell.

there was a burning behind Crowley’s eyes. He screeched, clawing at them, clueless as to what was happening. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” He’d screeched at Beelzebub, collapsing to his knees, trying desperately to remove his eyeballs from his skull, he was, however, unsuccessful. The Grand Duke of Hell looked on in pity, “I’m sorry, I don’t make the rules. I'm only following orders.” They’d whispered. “It hurts the most the first time but after that, it’ll only sting for a few days, then you’ll barely notice it as the years go by.” They brought their hands up to their eyes as if reliving the same painful experience Crowley was currently going through, writhing on the floor as he slowly began to realise what exactly had happened. 

“HOLY WATER?! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND, IT’LL DESTROY ME!” He screamed. He’d never screamed like this before. But he had never felt pain like this before either.

“It’s a slightly watered-down formula, so you won’t be discorporated.” They chuckled at their pun but quickly resumed their pitiful look, as Crowley lay on the floor, tears streaming down his face, burning his skin as each one dropped. They had been friends once, him and Beelzebub. As angels, as demons too, in the earlier days, but as hell got worse and worse, they had drifted apart. And now here they were, two estranged friends. One stood looking down at the other, flailing and tearing into his face with so much force, that it almost hurt more than the consecrated liquid that filled his tear ducts.

Crowley pulled himself out of his mind and looked around. For the first time in weeks, he became fully aware of his surroundings. The apartment was a mess. Empty bottles littered the floor, the bins hadn’t been taken out in days and there were several shards of glass scattered across the marble tiles. He looked back down at the plant. The ceramic pot had shattered and a pile of soil and entangled roots sat in front of him, the chartreuse leaves that had been torn off the poor plant, scattered around Crowley, like a circle of salt, forbidding him from moving. He gathered the leaves and held them to his chest. “Oh angel,” he wailed, tilting his head upwards, half hoping he was listening, half hoping he would never see Crowley like this, “we could have been us. We should have been us” he wept. It was silly really. no human words could accurately or adequately describe the immense adoration he had for his angel, and yet he found himself uttering the unutterable. Speaking the unspeakable, the ineffable if you will. Saying the words he should have heard coming from Aziraphale instead of I forgive you.

“I love you, angel.”

[lickthecowhappy]

Playlist Analysis: #3 - Love Like You

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#3. Love Like You – Rebecca Sugar

This is an Aziraphale song.

If you are already familiar with this song, I need you to forget all about its context. Steven Universe is irrelevant in this analysis despite some similarities in overall story themes. 

Overview:

This song is my Companion to Owls song. It’s introspective, it’s about learning to love not only oneself, but to love in a way that is deeper than the shallowness of selfish affection, and it’s about companionship. 

I say this is my Companion to Owls song, but it could apply to so many periods in the relationship, even ones we haven’t or may never see. This song could just as easily apply to the end of season 2, it fits when you look at the lyrics on their surface, but when I hear it in the context of this playlist, I see that scene on the rock looking out at the water. This is why it’s #3. 

When they first meet at Job’s they confirm they haven’t seen one another since the flood. At the flood, Aziraphale was clearly upset that all the humans would drown. Crowley expressed explicit concern for the children. We don’t know what happened after their exchange, but I suspect Crowley saved at least some children from drowning. Cursing some poor family by turning their children into animals certainly wouldn’t be objectionable to his head office. And if the animal he chose could outrun a storm, well who is to say that wasn’t a coincidence? Clearly he has some sort of a plan to save Job’s children, but Aziraphale doesn’t see it at first.

After the events with Job, Aziraphale was deeply troubled. He had been told during his attempts to stop it and in no uncertain terms that the destruction of all of Job’s possessions and children had been ordained by God. While his lie about misplacing his sword wasn’t exactly thwarting the will of God, his lies to the archangels about Job's children were. He entered the scene bathed in holy light, attempting to “avaunt!” the evil doer. Before he exited the scene, he believed he was the evil doer. 

Michael Sheen said that in his mind an angel is a being of love. Aziraphale verbalizes that he senses love twice in season 1. The Celestial Hierarchy describes spiritual beings as having “a Divine love of the immaterial, above expression and thought.” This is not the kind of love I think of when I hear this song. I think of the kind of love that requires action. The kind of love that doesn’t just happen and isn’t just easy. Not a kind of “love” that suffers abuse, mind you, but a kind that suffers in its own existence.

Lyrics:

If I could begin to be Half of what you think of me I could do about anything I could even learn how to love

By the time they’re sat together at the end of the Companion to Owls portion, Aziraphale and Crowley have both seen one another for who they really are. Crowley is no longer alone in his desire to do what’s right, and Aziraphale now has someone to help him be the kind of person who does the right thing no matter what. Crowley reassures and quietly sits with Aziraphale as he reconciles who he is expected to be and who he has chosen to be. Crowley’s presence and understanding, as well as his actions done in secret, have inspired Aziraphale to be a better person. He can learn to take action for his love of the world.

When I see the way you act Wondering when I'm coming back I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you

Crowley does wait respectfully for Aziraphale to return from checking the contract, maybe even hoping he would find something to stop him. But this verse more fits for the rest of their relationship. At some point Aziraphale realizes that Crowley has real affection for him and that must encourage him to live up to his expectations. 

I always thought I might be bad Now I'm sure that it's true 'Cause I think you're so good And I'm nothing like you

This demon goes along with Hell as far as he can. The rest of the time he’s doing kindnesses in secret. The Christian Bible, Matthew 6:2-4 (not yet written at the time of Job) says “Thus, when you give to the needy, sound no trumpet before you, as the hypocrites do in the synagogues and in the streets, that they may be praised by others. Truly, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing, so that your giving may be in secret. And your Father who sees in secret will reward you.” Crowley is by no means doing the right thing to get on the Almighty’s good side, or to be rewarded in any way. But he IS doing it in secret, unlike Aziraphale who appears to stop him with a grand entrance, trumpeting his arrival to do Good™. Aziraphale has been worried since Eden that he’s done the Wrong™ thing and now he sees that inaction was the wrong thing all along. He sees Crowley has been doing the right thing and now he can be like that too. 

Look at you go I just adore you I wish that I knew What makes you think I'm so special

Look at Aziraphale look at Crowley any time after this. He was always polite and cordial seeing a familiar face, but he’s pretty thrilled from this point on. (A bit like how Crowley looked bumping into Aziraphale before the flood if you ask me...) He adores and admires Crowley, but he is still a bit reserved because they are on opposite sides, after all.

If I could begin to do Something that does right by you I would do about anything I would even learn how to love

How do you repay someone who has done something to make you a better person? The love you can give them is part of it, but as I mentioned before, it’s not just easy love and not a divine love for all things that we’re talking about here. To quote Buttons, “To love the sea as she must be loved requires change.” To do right by Crowley, Aziraphale has to change. He has to learn to love the way Crowley loves.

When I see the way you look Shaken by how long it took I could do about anything I could even learn how to love like you

This verse teleports me to the end of season 2. Crowley has been through it over the years. In the last few years specifically, his best friend was discorporated, they were both threatened with annihilation, and they faced more threats from both sides due to Jim. He is shaken. He is afraid of losing what he has. He just wants to finally relax and go have brunch with his favorite being. To get back to that comfortable state they were in for just a few sweet moments. But his fear prevents him from getting too close, too open about the past that still haunts him and the dangers they face as a pair. Neither party has communicated clearly, and by the time they communicate anything at all, it’s too carefully layered in coded language, and far too rushed for anything to be understood properly. Aziraphale saw Crowley shaken and now he knows he must learn to love in a way that takes work, that hurts, and that will change him. 

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“Catkins of youth depends upon his back”)

A limerick sequence

               1

Impossible, the kings of a mother heard my father moved with all her    once more to a mother    whom it soon shall call. Catkins of youth depends upon his back.

               2

Yet even I, for feare me, thou wilt behold those lips; my body now a    softer rhyme to his lady’s    hearse: hereat thing: think that oftentime great George’s collar.

               3

And God knows how, the vestal flame beckoned as earth as kisses he had wounds    straight her husbands’ sides just    as all cast? As you will— they mean buttondown, O then, heigh-ho!

               4

Or moths shall I doe, thou wouldst be one to him be the lift? Am though rough    briar nor muffling    the first pretended him in the miles off, for a martyr.

               5

—He did not be thy hart did greue. But with fairy scymetar; bright as might    almost hear. They honour    razed quite, and though absence seen, because I love me forever!

               6

Alone, then, flying words but heau’nly hew and grieves to divinely framed; heav’n    is music, and the    heaviest fire. For love. Who stolen a share I feel them untir’d.

               7

And as my lord’s kingly sunflower. Of brown where Laura lay, with Ismail’s    ours. Hey ho the ground, which    makes men, like the bitter sauces did seem in a city burn.

               8

How heavy day I was lonely forms a two-part canon? The serpent I    am the old snows melt    from you be took. Home through the Prussians say so too;—and the same?

               9

If, dear brother Themis his brightly dream, of many, and hatred, misery    and his kin! And though    the volleying roar, and look on before their long blind by natures?

               10

Which in your mouth. As he that draws breathe my name. Fallen some destructive art    in more free from thy friends    will win St. God made to keep her eyes shut softly up alive.

               11

By new unfolds cleanly. Sleeping wave, now move openly together in    the Nymphes doe bathe. For    immortal engines, to thee! For her eyebrows of Death’s valley.

               12

Martial patience of my despise me dead. Are not so true, drugs poison him    there; I knowe. Rich bears the    grass or sand, the hurt he made too tender-ship, you must and lamb.

               13

Letting so lately married by subtleties that had been; but faithless and    all in little urn. The    first,—I will not quit her till she knew not what a joy tis beer.

               14

Alone and am beloved youth! Now proud titles inward sight, she blush’d    that kindle hope, an Eagle    sored hye, that I was young and bread at my bonie Mary.

               15

—I saved her—must not bitter as aspirin. That which all she has neither of    love’s use their doom, that is    harmless as might yield to snatch when they weave the fat diamond thin?

               16

I said, Dear heart, thy Kingdom is the thick as starch, which done, have ill availed    if, what she could not shew    that sometimes call, save their treasure. Think, and hatred in thee best.

               17

—And such trial John Bull’s partiall is; he layes on thine aid? Much earliest twinkle—    they are my sunnes    sight I have hoisted sail to all my pretty child, or as rhymes.

               18

They keepen all the rest hems breathe one I love you do not seem my own dark    garden-ground shall meet again!    All their own heart. So strictly over utmost breathe this way?

               19

Dark river nook to catch thy holy filletings, the minded be to our    subject: a brave boys no    less delight. Stars, you are as I need water shall find, and white!

               20

Of such brave Tartar khan—or sultan, ’ as theyr abode. Then other wrist; it    melted from base desire    into my room where I may well recount my case, but cruel?

               21

Ever perfect harmony. Now say it is free; so, when the pleading on    all, and after light till    my lengthy lexicon of glory, while Damon lay, with strife!

               22

All we inherit thy mither’s being full of love becomes heavy as    soil. Far under-ground, and    all expresses; all the salt Medway his song and had it not.

               23

Pity no more breath of Reconciliation, wad make ye blue. That feast-    day that could say who best    had chosen, the Turkish new moone minde, which he leant, wretched.

               24

Dian, that I deeme ech haue gayned. Whence with his way, this world—sweet dewy    blossoms, where I was nothing    doth frame, all gathered grass by nights the sufferings to my tomb.

               25

They had charms of year thou was peregall to the ditch again. Murmuring    spent, whether here had scarred    with you nothing mortal can. No Caesar, but ah, shes waking.

               26

I said, oh Thou, Carian no work but love the chrism is on this bed of old.    Tender streak of blood, that    as a bee sucks from my loue did pass this briar’d path through they loue.

               27

Is: seldom coming titles boast, which shall violets should clime, all arts to teach    him grew a frown on my    neck, her rope. Then holding the moon is bitter than life, alas!

               28

That times of dew? He rush’d eagerly— no wonder in and flesh was flesh be    mud and sought thy Tygrish    courage clung closer, that temple. Why is this in my last sleepe.

               29

Blow, blow, thou couldst thou perceived that she, when he is disamed.—A most dauntless,    voiceless for fear. And    your with the volleying roar, now the sea. Pure as gold for ever.

[graciousheaven]

The Onset of Water Baptism in Christianity

     Under the old covenant, some rituals of purification required people to immerse themselves in water or to bathe their bodies with water, to wash their feet, hands, and clothing, or to be sprinkled with water. These rituals could be performed repeatedly, not just once in a person’s lifetime. However, when Gentiles converted to Judaism, they received a one-time water baptism as a symbol of their adherence to the true faith. During his ministry, John the Baptist, the last Old Testament prophet and Christ’s forerunner, baptized God’s people in the Jordan River to prepare them for the coming of the Messiah. Matthew 3:5-6 tells us that, “People came to [John] from Jerusalem, from the whole province of Judea, and from all the country near the River Jordan. They confessed their sins, and he baptized them in the Jordan.” This rite which John performed under the old covenant is not identical to what is commanded under the new covenant, even though it is closely linked to it. Therefore, those who received John’s baptism and afterward turned to Christ in repentance and faith were baptized again with water in the name of the Lord Jesus (cf. Acts 19:1-5).

     In order to pinpoint the difference between the new covenant ordinance and the old covenant ritual, it is therefore critical for us to understand why John was baptising. John’s baptism was to point the nation Israel to the coming of her Savior; it was a baptism of preparation, “for the Kingdom of heaven [was] at hand” (Matthew 3:2). The Apostle Paul writes in Acts 19:4, “John indeed baptized with a baptism of repentance, saying to the people that they should believe on Him who would come after him, that is, on Christ Jesus.” But the sacrament of baptism was instituted by the Lord Jesus at the beginning of His earthly ministry as a sign of the new covenant, a symbol of the internal reality of rebirth brought about supernaturally by His Spirit. And it symbolises one’s death to sin and newness of life in Christ.  

     John was sent ahead of Christ the Saviour to prepare the way for Him. There is no doubt that John himself knew that the baptism he administered to those who came to him at the Jordan River was just an outward symbol of their repentance – a reality wrought by the Spirit of God. John knew that the people he was baptizing needed another form of baptism from someone greater than him. For John declares in Matthew 3:11, “I baptize you with water for repentance, but He who is coming after me is mightier than I, whose sandals I am not worthy to carry. He will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and fire.” 

     John’s declaration underscores not only Christ’s exclusive authority to baptize with the Holy Spirit, but also the indispensableness of spiritual baptism for the removal of sins and the new birth. For water baptism does not cleanse sinners from their filths. The administration of water baptism without prior circumcision of the heart by the Spirit of Christ is simply what the Apostle Peter calls ‘the washing away of bodily dirt’. It does not bring about salvation, it avails nothing. Unless we receive the baptism of the Holy Spirit, we will remain dead in our sins and trespasses and cannot inherit eternal life. For thus says the Lord in John 3:5, “Truly, truly, I say to you, unless one is born of water and the Spirit, he cannot enter the Kingdom of God.” 

     Many people, however, misconstrue this passage and falsely allege that water here refers to water baptism, and thus make the assertion that water baptism is a condition to salvation. The Lord uses the term 'water' here, not in its literal sense, but to refer to spiritual cleansing, to the purification of the soul by the Spirit through the Word of God (cf. Ezekiel 36:24-27). The same reality is expressed by Paul in Titus 3:5-7 when he writes, “[God] saved us, not because of works done by us in righteousness, but according to His own mercy, by the washing of regeneration and renewal of the Holy Spirit, Whom He poured out on us richly through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that being justified by His grace we might become heirs according to the hope of eternal life.”  

     Salvation is graciously granted by the Sovereign Lord to those who put their trust in His Son. He “who gives life to the dead and calls into being that which does not exist” (Romans 4:17) purposes our redemption, accomplishes it for us, and applies it to us. He, “for Whom and by Whom all things exist” and by Whom the sons of men are brought to glory (cf. Hebrews 2:10), instituted water baptism as a symbol of man’s reconciliation to God. 

[hehates]

HIS GOOD EYE IS AT WAR WITH THAT OF WHICH HIS HEART KNOWS TO BE TRUE . . .

that pale skin , scattered memories remember it being flushed with color when he held their face in his hands , bathed in the light of a blood moon . my dear , my heart , it has the demon folding an arm behind his back to hide the trembling of his hand , the other squeezing nonexistent life out of the door handle . the stone of his implant eye feels heavy in his skull and the scar of cassius' clawed touch burns against his skin . the vampire's mark , his scent , his proclaimed love — it burdens sylus with the sting of poison . lips pursed again , they swallow , and hard , as if to accept the flow of both toxin and defeat down his throat . oh , i am no phantom . sylus curses the way it soothes the pounding in his chest , reassures him , even , that his life still has purpose .

as long as you walk the earth , i still have purpose .

being cassius' darling boy is a curse that sylus wears like a lead coat , every step like dragging his feet through sand , just to get closer to him . just to catch up to lace fingers and caress face once more — why didn't you tell me it was so lonely without you ?

still , to comfort you —

nothing about pale skin and fanged smile brings sylus comfort . i am no phantom . then why does their skin prickle as a warning of an omen approaching ? " i'm hopeful . . . " he finally speaks into the small space that keeps his teeth from grinding . " if not garlic or crosses or even holy water coursing down your throat , i was hopeful that something , anything — " could save you , bring you back to me . " would repel you , but you're determined to cloak in shadow , no matter where it takes you , cassius . " brow furrows , but that name tastes sweet , tongue layered in accent then sugar . cautiously , sylus steps aside , granting entry into his home , a picture of velvet scented with wolf's bane and dimly lit by candles . " call my bluff . " the absence of a formal invite hangs heavily as his one dark pupil points down .

i miss you terribly .

how cruel . too simply miss cassius is an understatement . to spend three hundred years underwater , clinging onto cassius beneath the ice as a final breath , it felt closer to the truth . the lingering hope slowly leaving his chest , the years of suffering bite and burn and claw , hands plunging into soil wishing they were curling around the arch of back , pulling cassius into him with hands that fit beautifully into the dips of their hips . to be missed terribly by cassius , so casually , affection dropped on his front porch in the dead of night , oh , how it makes him a fool . cassius' honeyed words be damned , the warmth in sylus' chest burns hot enough to double him over into something pathetic , something yearning , something waiting to be swept off of its feet .

he waits for the vampire to enter , to make a fool out of tradition and superstition , to further pull the demon into the seal of their requiem — a quiet remembrance of soft touches and loving holds shared in wisteria casted shadows . brow softens at the thought , then twist again as the smell of blood passes him . fool .

eyes don't meet the situation at hand, bright and hopeful in seeing his darling boy in the flesh. much has changed in appearance but his eyes are covered in rose - tinted glasses, hardly noticing the alterations to the face, to the eyes, to those lips that no longer smile for him. you know what they say, to live a life in grand delusion, oblivious to reality. they ache terribly so to reach out and gently stroke his cheek, the body he hasn't felt the touch of in over three hundred years. even so, he's respectful of his space... for the time being.

unfortunate the blind of this beasts eyes of the grievances his darling boy has endured to take them back. he yearns so passionately, feverishly, so intensely that they would let the flames of hell lick up his body and become enraptured in the layers of lucifer's domain.

" oh, i am no phantom. i did heed your warning but i needed to see your face to ease the worry. " not at all worried by the threatening shot to the skull. shoulders are lax whilst releasing a deep, and relaxing just a centimeter more. eventually he will come around: he knows. he hopes. he dreams.

he doesn't budge.

then a laugh escaped, momentarily amused by such a claim. the exclamations don't startle them, doesn't push them away, instead want to pull in closer, enraptured by his darling boy. " don't tell me you truly believe that. i never took you for a fool, my dear — " just as you didn't take me to be too stubborn. " — it gives those that cannot protect themselves an ease rest, much like the garlic cloves and the cross that hangs over the mantle. even their gods can't protect them... however, you already knew that. " he lets the silence sit before continuing. " i can come in at any time i wish but i don't, out of respect; still, to comfort you, i will play along. "

i know you will seek me out again. and i will be here, waiting, just like you've waited for me all these years.

" so... " he tries again, giving him that sweet sincere smile that's only reserved for him when they're both alone with one another, " may i come in — " a pause: an expected look and voice quietening down with a tone that's almost sounds... regretful. even guilty somber can nest itself in a vampires conscious. " my heart? i miss you terribly. "

[beskarandkyber]

I must say that Bo Katan's conversion to Din's "cult" has got to be one of the worst things I've seen in tv recently. For many reasons. It was so terrible in fact that it has well and truly kicked my interest in the show down a terrifying hundred degrees.

I know a lot of people are up in arms about this season. And I'm devastated to be thinking so negatively of a show that has only ever brought me joy. Writing for The Mandalorian has never been amazing, but I was okay with that because I love Din and his weird little attitude and position towards the galaxy. The characters on the show were enough to keep it alive and fun and carry it without relying too heavily on a fantastically written script. And scenes that were meant to make you feel something did. Stakes were good, and the story progressed just fine. It was a fun, heartwarming show with some badassery tossed in. But holy moly and pie.

To start I can only guess at this point what the point behind Din being excommunicated was. He was obviously messed up over the fact that his family and clan let him go so easily but he understood and accepted the creed. I was excited after he had taken off his helmet and broken the Creed because it opened up this new way to explore the clan and the possible problematic aspects of how he was living and how the the clan worked. This in turn exploring Din's identity as a Mandalorian with the knowledge he's gained from Boba and the other Mandos from season 2. Maybe there is more than one way. Tie this to Bo Katan and her vehement dislike for the clan and the fact that they were together when he broke his own Creed we could have had a huge a fun and impactful conversation about mandalorians, his Creed, where Din stands when he's placed in the gray area of the Mandalorian identity. I'm not saying that the clan is inherently problematic or evil, none of that because subjectively, it's not, but there should have been some type of nuanced conversation that affected Din and his place in the galaxy and the fact that he had a foundling. Not only this but the fact that he had recently come into ownership of the dark saber which places him by Mandalorian tradition and culture at the head of Mandalore. Perhaps predictably I thought that season 3 would contain his battle and internal and external struggle as he's fitted into this place that he never thought he would be in. I was excited to see his relationship with his clan completely changed especially as he sees that he has a new place in the galaxy and starts to perhaps grow away from them which could have led to either an antagonist in Bo Katan or a reluctant ally, or both!

Din felt too listless over the entire situation. That was his family the people who raised him, the people he had sworn his allegiance to, were so quick to dismiss him without hearing him out. But nothing really came out of it, no emotion no internal battles, no anything. We were simply told that he needed to go and get baptized to be redeemed.

I struggle also with the concept of bathing in the living Waters and Bo Katan joining the clan. Baptism is just bathing if there is no intent behind the action. Din was baptized because of his intention and he has a little like prayer thing he said. Bo Katan on the other hand went into the waters to save him and nothing more. There was no intent behind her actions, in the ritualistic sense that there was for Din, which means she was not baptized. And technically, at least in my eyes, it should be null and void the fact that she went after him into the water. And if the show simply was implying that the water held special magical properties the whole thing feels cheap and fake and I hate it.

I think perhaps a lot of my discontentment with this season and Bo Katan's sudden acceptance into a clan that she had previously considered a cult, looked upon with disgust and disdain, came from the fact that we did not get to see this change resonate enough within Din, not even in the book of Boba Fett. Her being accepted so readily into the clan cheapened everything that we were supposed to care about when it came to Din and his redemption. It was humorous in the way that it felt like a slap in the face and salt on the wound, I can only imagine how frustrated I would be if I were in Din's position.

It also cheapens Bo Katan's character as well. What was the point in never showing us any kind of character development in her and then suddenly sticking her in this clan and making the audience think that that was natural and fine? If this was where her character was going since we introduced to her in season 2 I never saw it coming and I find it a strange diminishing of her character, when she could have been a wonderful foil to Din, an antagonist a roadblock, but also someone who he would eventually have to confide in in order to properly handle his new position with the dark saber and eventually maybe it would lead to them having a dual where Bo Katan could win back the dark saber and everything before worked up to put her back on the throne and she learned valuable life lessons made her more tolerable of more people in the galaxy.

Or maybe she would see how much of a failed leader she's been and would come to accept that Din is the Mand'alor. I don't know. And I never will get to know.

I would say more but I think I have too much to say truthfully. All I know is for the first time I've felt disappointment and disinterest in a show I absolutely adore and it's heartbreaking. But I'm tired of accepting poorly made choices in writing for shows this big though. I'm sick of being told to sit and enjoy it and stop complaining when it genuinely sucks. No matter how much I love it. I'm not happy with it and as a viewer I deserve more than half baked plot points and non existent character arcs.

[erodasfishtacos]

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The public didn’t know that some of the pictures that are posted of Harry that are tagged and credited to the on tour photographers were actually taken by his wife.

For example, after Chicago, the picture of Harry in the tub - completely bare and worn down from his show, you actually think the photographer took that?

No, that was snapped with YN’s iPhone, like some of the other pictures he’s posted.

Just like the one where he’s asleep on the hotel bed in a robe in Paris with all of his stuff splayed around him - allegedly taken by helene. ***

But no, it had been his wife, they had just taken a shower together and she had stayed in for a bit longer to shave her legs - when she had come out and seen him passed out.

She had to tug a bit at the robe so he wasn’t exposed and make it x-rated, then she pulled out her phone and snapped the picture - sending it to Jeff with a teasing caption.

yn: It’s exhausting being a popstar

And just like that, it appears on his Instagram for fans to go crazy over.

Or what about the snapshot of his tank that had his famous slogan embroidered into the side of the white fabric. ***

His wedding band reflecting in the flash of the light, a subtle glance at his rippled muscle below the attire as they work on his hair.

“Mm, I’m gonna save this for a lonely night,” YN jokes as she tucks her phone away.

Harry’s hand comes to cup her jaw, looking down at her where she’s sat on the floor, “Y’so fuckin’ pretty, y’know that?”

YN’s eyelids flutter a bit as she glances away from his intense gazes - he still gives her butterflies.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby. Can I not tell m’wife how gorgeous she is?” He asks, bring her hand up to kiss the back of it, “Look s’good with tha’ ring on.”

And the one that made fans go crazy.

On a warm evening, in a hotel room between venues in Italy, where they had been lounging around all day.

YN in just a thin gauzy dress that accentuated the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra and Harry just in the trousers he’d worn to get them coffee earlier that morning.

“You just took a picture of me! It’s my turn,” YN giggles, getting on her knees on the old squeaky couch and snatching the camera off of him.

“I took a picture because y’tits look nice in tha’ dress. I can see y’nipples and it’s turnin’ me on,” Harry defends, holding up his book as she snaps it.

“H, c’mon,” She pouts but squeaks when Harry tugs her into him, dropping the book and the camera as he adjusts her on his lap.

“Gonna let me take a picture of y’all nice and fucked out, darling?” He rasps, ignoring her pout and hiking her dress up her hips.

And it’s happened throughout the years, so many pictures that were littered over the internet where just uncredited snapshots from YN.

Just like the one from 2013, they were on tour, and Harry was supposed to be recording for the next album after soundcheck and before the concert. ***

Instead, after soundcheck, Harry and YN had snuck off to a little meadow and lake to have a swim. He had shimmied down to his briefs and waded in.

YN stood back, snapping a picture of him and his friend as the complained about how freezing cold it was.

“Baby, c’mon. Come get in!” Harry had shouted back to his girlfriend on the dry land, “I need some warmth, s’freezing!”

YN grimaces, just in Harry’s shirt and a pair of yoga shorts, dipping her toe in and shaking her head - “I’ll enjoy from here!”

“Please, bug,” He pouts, motioning for her to come in.

She does after a moment, squealing at the temperature before quickly finding her way into Harry’s arms.

“Only have fun on tour when y’with me,” He had murmured into her ear before he dunked her underwater and they play fought until their stomachs hurt from laughing.

And then came the notorious picture that had gotten a million likes in thirteen minutes, oh, the chicago ice bath.

Harry had been achey since tour had begun, constantly complaining about his back and ankles from the shows.

“Baby, just rub m’back a lil’ longer please?” He had whimpered the night before, the tour bus bed did not help him much at all.

When his trainer had recommended an ice bath immediately after the show - YN had made sure to arrange it despite his protests.

After exiting the stage in his black and lilac outfit, he’d been lured into the bathroom with a promise of sex but instead was a steel tub filled with ice water.

Jeff, Lambert, Tommy - everyone was watching on in amusement as he adamantly tried to deny that it would help and the peer pressure wasn’t make him anymore convinced.

“Alright, everyone out,” YN had finally tittered, shooing out the circus before closing the door for privacy.

She helps strip her husband out of his close as he looks at her reproachfully, “You promised me sex.”

“After,” YN assures him, kissing his puffy lips and asking softly, “Just try it, if it doesn’t work - you don’t have to do it again.”

He grumbles a bit, muttering, “Don’t look at m’bits, they’re gonna shrivel up.”

YN giggles, “As if I haven’t seen your bits in every shape and form.”

As he slips in, YN has to snap a picture of his eyes wide and lips pursed at the shock of the freezing water cooling down his hot, sticky skin.

“Holy fucking shit,” Harry hisses, lowering self until he’s sat - his nipples instantly hardening and he’s breathing roughly out of his nose.

“Five minutes, I’ll set the timer,” YN says, setting it on her phone before sitting down next to the tub as he tries to relax.

“Baby, fuck. Reminds me of that really cold lake in Boston, ‘member?” He squeezes his eyes shut and reaches until YN intertwines their hands.

“Yeah, that wasn’t as cold as that one time you convince me to skinny dip with you on the coast of france.”

“Oh yeah, that one was really fucking cold too,” Harry murmurs, keeping his eyes closed and steadying his breathing.

(During WWA tour - ***)

“Harry, are you insane? Anyone could see us? Paul could walk out or the boys. I’m not-“

She’s cut off when Harry shucks off his swimsuit bottoms, his skin’s glowing in the moonlight and the light waves lapping at the shore are soothing.

YN swallows harshly, tries not to stare at how handsome and overwhelming beautiful he is as he turns to step towards the water.

She looks over her shoulder nervously before stepping out of her one-piece, he waits for her at the shoreline.

“Y’so so stunnin’,” Harry tells her, thumbing at the soft curve of her breast and leaning in for a soft kiss when he feed her shake.

“You could have anyone,” YN whispers against his lips, “Every girl on this earth wants you like this. I’m just some girl from before all this,” she motions to the extravagant bungalow they’re staying at.

“I don’t know why y’think tha’s bad. I want t’experience all this with you, m’first love and m’only love. I’m going to marry y’soon, you know tha’?” He replies, lips tracing the curve of her neck.

“You better,” She giggles, hands going to his shoulder as he sucks a mark into the thin skin.

He pulls back with a frown, “M’not jokin’, I don’t care that we’re young - M’gonna do it.”

“I can’t wait,” YN kisses his jutted out lip, squealing when he tugs her into the water and the chilled waves crash against her hips, “H, it’s so cold.”

“M’gonna keep y’warm, hush up,” He titters, pulling her into his chest until her breasts are smushed against his strong pecs and his arms are around her shoulder, “Love experiencing this w’you, everythin’ w’you.”

-

YN is brought back from her daydream by her husband wiping his finger under her eyelid, “Darling, wha’ is it?”

She hadn’t realized she had teared up thinking of the fond memory, “I want to go back to that bungalow. We had such a good time. I…I just love you.”

His wife chuckles like she’s pathetic for crying about it but he leans out of the tub, cupping her jaw and pulling her in for a hard kiss.

“Don’t be embarrassed, flower,” There was no teasing in his voice, it was sincere, “If anyone should be embarrassed - I’m the one who travels around the world t’sing love songs ‘bout you.”

Their lips join again, his tongue finding its way into her mouth when Jeff, Lambert, and Tommy barge through the door.

“Jesus Christ, only you could be trying to get some while sat in an ice bath,” Jeff scoffs with a smile but instantly knows they’ve fucked up.

“Get out, the fuck?” Harry sits up, “Don’t interrupt me and m’wife. Get out!”

They stumble out and just then the alarm goes off.

YN helps him out, tucking him into a towel and helping him dry off - his head tucked into her neck and hand on her belly - massaging.

“Do you feel any better?” She hums while getting some stray droplets on the nape of his neck as he nuzzles into her warm skin.

“Mm,” He agrees drowsily, hand slipping under her shirt for more heat and she jumps at his icey touch, “Want t’sleep.”

And when they get to the hotel, YN logs onto his Instagram and uploads the ice bath pictures with nobody knowing the story behind it.

-

Hope you enjoyed!

[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐶𝑂𝐷𝐸 𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸

𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Steve is angry on you for behaving recklessly and you decide to let him take his anger out on you in a very unprofessional way...

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: Unprotected sex, spanking, shower sex, rough sex, hair pulling, handjob, choking, PWP (porn with a very little plot... wait who am I lying to? It’s porn.) 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀 𝘿𝙉𝙄!

For my sake, your sake, your mom’s sake and for the betterment of the entire world, if you are a minor, please do not read this!🔞

Beta’d by the wonderful @lex-the-flex But all mistakes are mine

This is my first time writing smut, so please be kind 🥺 It’s filth... absolutely filth, even I can’t believe I’ve written this 🤦🏽‍♀️ I hope to god my mom never finds this and Marvel is probably gonna sue me for writing this.

“Steve!”

You exclaimed as he shut the door right in front of your face. Closing your eyes, you pressed your face to the door and sighed. You wanted to bang the door until he opened and explain Steve that all you did was your job. But you didn’t, instead you went to your own room next door and sulked.

You and Steve were on a mission to take down a hydra base. For the first few days, all you both did was map out the building. Once sure enough of your plans, you had finally breached it this morning.

In the beginning everything was just as expected. But then during the fight, you had spotted a man aiming his gun at an unaware Steve and like the love crazed woman you were, you shielded Steve with your own body.

Gladly Steve realised it before the damage was done and quickly held the shield in front of your both, deflecting the bullet. At your stunt, he had clenched his jaw and given an angry glare to you and had resumed fighting.

You had thought that was the extent of his anger at your carelessness, but apparently you were wrong. Steve hadn’t spoken a word to you after that. He had been silent throughout the entire ride to the hotel.

As he kept on fuming with unspoken anger, you tried your best to mend the situation by repeatedly calling out his name and talking about random things to yourself.

You actually didn’t know why he was angry. Agreed it was a stupid decision to be standing in front of a bullet, but you did it to save your teammate, at least that’s what you justified it with.

The truth was you were hopelessly in love with Steve Rogers. Soon after you had joined the avengers, you and Steve had become best friends. You hadn’t even planned on befriending him, forget about falling in love.

But with all his charm and naivety it was impossible not to fall for him. Not to mention his godly body. With the way he sometimes got flustered in front of you, you thought he felt something for you too, but you canceled it down by calling it wishful thinking.

While you both shared all your problems and worries with each other, you kept your emotions under wraps.

When you had seen the man aim his gun at Steve, your heart had literally stopped beating. The thought of living in a world without Steve in it was much more harrowing than your own death. So you did what you had to.

But now his silence was speaking louder than his words. It wouldn’t have felt this bad if he had scolded you or given you one of his long boring lectures, but this tactic of not talking with you was hurting you much worse.

The entire time you stripped out of your Kevlar suit and bathed, your mind was occupied by Steve’s silence. No matter how much you thought, you still couldn’t understand what had made him so mad.

After all, signing up with the avengers meant you would get into fights and get injured. The mantle of being an avenger came with a few broken bones.

And you weren’t the first to make such risky decisions during a mission, there had been many before you and there would be many after. So what was all this fuss about?

As you were pacing around your room, chewing your bottom lip, you stopped suddenly and took in a sharp breath. You couldn’t go back with this mess. Whatever it was, you had to sort it out and for that you needed to talk.

Deciding that it was now or never, you stepped out of your room and stood in front of Steve’s. You placed your ear on the door to check for any activity but there was none. You hoped to god he hadn’t fallen asleep.

Gathering all the strength you had, you knocked on the door, once, twice... thrice. But there was still no response. This had your mental alarms ringing. Steve sure wouldn’t ignore you this much, what if he was in danger?

Thinking of the worst case scenario, you crouched down and started picking the lock with your hair pin. As you opened the door and entered the room, you finally heard the noise of cascading water.

You huffed out a breath of relief. All this time he was just taking a shower and you thought about the possibilities of him getting murdered; you sure were an over thinker.

You didn’t know why but your feet weren’t retreating from the room. The sane part of your brain was telling you to go and come back later. And yet you stood awkwardly straight in the middle of his room.

You didn’t know how it happened, you swear to god didn’t realise. But all of a sudden you were standing in front of the bathroom door. You were burning with warmth from head to toe and you could listen to your heart beat in your ear.

Placing one hand on the door and the other on the knob, you tried to think for a moment. But somehow, your brain couldn’t process anything, except Steve. You slowly turned the knob and the door creaked open.

If Steve asked you what you were doing, which he definitely was going to, you would answer that you were sleepwalking or maybe you were possessed by a horny ghost. You wondered which one was more plausible.

The sight which greeted you was better than any you had ever seen. Steve was standing with his broad back facing you, glistening under the trickling water droplets.

His muscled expanse was stretched out magnificently under the shower, the water making rivulets into the grooves of his chiseled back. He straightened visibly under your watchful eye as he became aware of your entrance.

You waited for his scolding as you nibbled your bottom lip. You waited for him to tell you how immoral and indecent this was. You waited for him to fire you on the spot.

But nothing came from his side except strained breaths. It was as if he was doing some physical exertion by standing ramrod straight. As he tensed, his back muscles flexed even more and you wanted nothing more than to lick up the water drops.

Your mouth had fallen open and you were already panting and his body wasn’t the only thing wet. Seeing that he was neither bursting with anger nor reprimanding you for your actions, you decided to let your eyes wander further.

Your body lit itself on fire the moment you eyed his sculpted glutes. It was definitely, undoubtedly America’s ass. God, the things you wanted to do to him and the things you’d let him do to you.

You looked up to see Steve had turned his head a little and was staring at you through the corner of his eye. Taking that as a hint, you walked further until you were inside the shower.

The water seeped through your clothes as you stood right behind Steve. You were so close that the only thing in front of your eyes was his broad back. Yet he didn’t turn to face you.

Your hand shivered despite the warm water as you touched his back. That simple contact passed an electric current through Steve and you could hear his audible gasp.

Keeping one hand on his back, you moved your dominant hand further onto his chest. After palming his abs for sometime, you snaked your hand further down.

But before you could reach your destination, a strong hand curled around your wrist, limiting your movements. “Don’t.” It was the first word he had said to you after the mission.

His voice was hoarse and deep and you wondered if it was possible for you to come just with his voice. “But what if I want to?” You really were possessed, because you definitely didn’t have this much confidence.

Unexpectedly, your defiance worked and he loosened his hold, though he didn’t remove his hand. When you finally touched his warm cock, which was standing hard proudly, you moaned and buried your face into his back.

“Fuck.” Steve cursed as you rubbed him. You had heard him cursing a few times before, but listening to it now just melted you into a puddle. You pressed your face further into his back as you kept palming him, his hand was still on your wrist as a reminder, though he wasn’t guiding your movements.

You wondered how he would fit inside you, as you were barely able to curl your hand around his massive length. One second you were jerking him off and the next you were pinned to the wall, facing him. You blinked rapidly to steady your senses.

The hand he had used to pull you forward was now held against the wall and you had placed the other on his chest. His entire body was blushing hard and his face was just as flustered as yours.

Steve placed his hand gently on your cheek, a stark contrast to his previous actions. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips as first but he didn’t go any further.

Looking up at him through hooded eyes, you stared at him in confusion. Noticing the question on his face, you realised he was asking for permission. Nodding your head rapidly, you replied with a breathy yes.

That’s all it took for him to smash his face into yours. His kiss wasn’t a perfect or a practiced one, but what he lacked in experience, he made it up with his passion and edge.

You were actually tongue fucking each other and you didn’t regret a moment. You were close to eating each other’s faces off when you finally parted.

You panted and arched your back, exposing your neck as he sucked down your jaw to your neck. Without giving you a moment to gather yourself, he tore your tank top right through the middle.

And the only thing your mushy brain capable of saying was, “Holy shit.” It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. The way his arms flexed as he tore the fabric made you gush.

He discarded the now useless tank top carelessly on the floor and bent down to suck your nipples. You were about to go to sleep and thus weren’t wearing any bra. You let out an unholy moan at the sensation and the sight of him suckling you.

You carded your hands through his hair only for him to take your hands and pin them back to the wall. “Oh Steve.” As you moaned his name, he looked up at you through his lustrous blue eyes.

All of a sudden he let go of your hands and nipple and as you whimpered in dissatisfaction, he quickly tugged your pants down. He practically growled at the sight of you naked in front of him.

He placed his hands on your ass as he knead it while simultaneously kissing you stupid. He shifted his hands from your ass to your thighs and in one swift motion picked you up.

You hadn’t ever been picked up by anyone before and for once you were glad that Steve had taken the serum. He carried you out of the shower and into the room.

You were going to complain about how you were going to ruin the carpet with water when he all but gently threw you into the bed, face down.

You gathered yourself on your hands and knees just as he positioned himself behind you. Steve didn’t know what got into him when he saw your ass perched up in the air, but he went absolutely feral.

He wanted to talk and tell you things, but currently he was incapable of doing anything but devour you. He placed his huge palms on your ass and started kneading, but the thing he did next, took you by absolute surprise.

He spanked your ass, hard. At the contact you let out a loud surprised shriek. You had no idea captain America was a kinky little shit, not that you were complaining.

While you were turned on beyond your senses, Steve mistook your surprise for pain. He snapped out of whatever haze had taken over him, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You looked back at Steve with confusion. “God. No. Steve, you didn’t hurt me. I liked it.” You said with such shyness as if you hadn’t just given him a handjob moments ago.

“Do more.” You asked and he delivered. Steve understood that you wanted it rough, and who was he to deny. He spanked your ass thrice more, alternating the cheek, in quick succession, only to rub it gently later.

He kept up with the contrast of quick spanks and gentle kneads until you sobbed with wrecked pleasure and delightful pain.

When you came back from your blissful high, you realised Steve was pressing soft kisses to your back. You strained your neck at an odd angle and pulled Steve in for a kiss.

It was gentle and filled with adoration and love, a great disparity to what just happened. Steve was rutting against your ass as he deepened the kiss.

Parting from the kiss, he took hold of his cock and jerked it a few times before rubbing himself against your drenched folds. You were already so dripping that you didn’t need any extra stimulation.

Finally he pushed in the tip and you moaned like in heat at the sweet pressure. Gladly he gave you a moment before pushing slowly further, inch by inch.

No matter how wet, or in a sex haze you were, you both knew he wasn’t easy to take. All the while, Steve was muttering praises and soft words to you.

When he finally bottomed out, you both moaned out with pleasure. After giving you some time to adjust, he pulled back only to push back in with a measured but powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck!” Overcome with pleasure, you slapped a hand on the headboard to hold yourself steady while you clutched Steve’s ass with the other to hold him as close to you as possible.

He began with slow yet hard thrusts but soon he changed rhythm and started fucking you in earnest. The headboard rattled against the wall as Steve held your shoulder with one hand and supported you both with another placed firmly on the bed.

You had got a hundred dreams about Steve railing the shit out of you. But nothing matched the actual thing.

Steve experimentally wove his fingers through your hair and when you let out something between a moan and a demand for more, he clutched and pulled it tightly making your eyes roll back with euphoria.

“Stevveee, I... Stevie, I’m close,,... oh fuck!” The only thing you could do was moan wantonly and take everything Steve gave you.

Just as Steve felt your walls quivering, he pulled out. He groaned with frustration as you were so so close. But before you could formate any words, he flipped you around.

“I want to watch you as you come for me.” He said bending down to press a kiss. This time, he entered you in one swift motion.

Curling a hand around his neck, you held the head board with other as you arched into his touch. He was grunting loudly and his voice was having more effect than it should have on you.

You were close, so very close, but you needed more, something more. “Steve, choke me.” You whimpered. Steve faltered for a moment before realising what you had said.

When Steve placed his hand delicately on your throat, which you had exposed to him, you knew you were going to have the best orgasm of your life.

Steve squeezed your throat, and at that very second, you orgasmed like never before. Your toes curled and legs shook uncontrollably as you babbled nonsense.

You felt as if you saw the deepest crevices of the universe and snorted the most powerful drug as white pleasure enveloped you.

Steve, in spite of his super soldier stamina, gave in to pleasure as your walls hugged him tight. With a shout, he came deep within you.

After the pleasure faded and the fatigue had set in, you both laid limply within a tangle of limbs and in each other’s embrace.

“Steve.” You croaked as he kept on prepping you with kisses. He only hummed in response. “I love you.” At that the kisses stopped.

You worried if this was the end of everything, but when you looked up in his eyes, you knew it was just the beginning. His eyes were filled with love.

“I love you too.” He smashed your lips once again and you responded just as enthusiastically. “I can’t think of living without you. You mean everything to me.

When I saw you in front of the gun, I was so scared. I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to save you.” You caressed his face as you said, “But you did. And I know you always will Steve.”

“That I will.” You knew that Steve would keep you safe. You knew that in his warm embrace, nothing in this world would touch you.

“Steve, if you ever get mad at me, talk to me, scold me, give me on of your boring lectures if you want, but please don’t stop talking to me.”

“If ignoring you is going to lead to this, then I’ll probably give you the silent treatment.” He chuckled as you punched him playfully.

You couldn’t believe you were in love with this goof, or that he was just as in love with you.

[glossyeon]

I thought you hated me? || jww

*All credit goes to the creators of these images*

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: enemies to lovers?, Lawyer!Wonwoo x Journalist!Reader

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: profanity, smut, public play, nipple play, oral (m recieving), pet names, protected sex, sexual themes, riding, low key mentions of a praise kink, oOf just a whole lot of filth, brb gonna go take a bath in holy water now-

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 6.6k (idek if this is a oneshot anymore)

𝘼/𝙉: so sorry for how late this was, I was caught up with other works on this blog and my other one as well! Also, for some context: in Korea, we have karaoke rooms called noraebang. They are private places you can rent with your friends to sing karaoke, have drinks, and eat good snacks! This is the idea I was going for in this oneshot! Enjoy;)

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: If you knew a friday evening of drinks and karaoke with your childhood friend’s co-workers would turn out to be this awkward, you would’ve sworn to stay back in bed, writing your next big article. But as the night trails on, the weather becoming colder, and the tension in the karaoke room becoming thicker, maybe keeping Jeon Wonwoo hostage(?) isn’t such bad idea... 

It's embarrassing how fast your cheeks heated up the minute Joshua left you four alone in the room. 

He may have assured you everything would be alright after leaving to find where his drunk co-worker, Dokyeom went, but you quickly realized it sure fucking wasn’t.

Unlike how you wanted, an uncomfortable silence washed over the room that was supposed to be filled with obnoxiously loud singing, and booming beats from your selected songs. To make it even worse, only a pair of annoying coloured lights flashed here and there, leaving the microphone to be unattended, and a desire to do anything but talk to these men coming over you.

You poured yourself a small shot from the emerald glass bottle, unbeknownst to the sigh you let out after downing the liquid in one go. You cringed more so at the awkwardness between you with these men than the burning sensation that was unfamiliar in your throat.

Catching the gaze of one of the said brooding individuals who stared at you intensely across the booth, fluorescent lights casting shadows against that sharp bone structure of his, you took it as a sign to suddenly invest yourself in the old karaoke catalog in front of you. 

Being the only book you made yourself memorize, it was thanks to the amount of times you came here with Josh to sing your troubles and worries away. You remembered what karaoke was really supposed to be, and mentally begged your friend to come back and save you from this embarrassing situation.

To understand this unfavourable get together and how it all started, it would need to go back to when your hotshot lawyer and childhood best friend Joshua called you earlier that day. 

Hearing his voice for the first time this week, you were even happier to hear the good news that his team resolved the brutal lawsuit they were in charge of handling for the past 6 months. Seeing that the office was released of such stress and tension made you very happy to think that your friend wouldn’t be living at the law firm anymore.

Knowing that a well deserved celebration and award was needed, he had invited you over for drinks and dinner with his colleagues, trying to officially introduce you to them as a whole group.

No, not that you were that idiot's girlfriend or anything, but you were perhaps the closest yet farthest thing he would ever have to one. Plus, you were just a friend who happens to be a girl.

But if you would've known it would be this agonizing trying to make small talk with a bunch of tipsy men, all which happened to be your best friends co-workers, you would’ve passed down the offer any day.

Don’t get anything wrong, you actually really liked Josh’s law school friends. You’ve heard all about how they were smart boys, most of them with class or born of far more wealth than you could even imagine. Most importantly though, they seemed to be nice to you as well. 

There was Hoshi who you found to absolutely adore, irresistible to the cheeky grin he always seemed to have plastered on his face. There was also Dokyeom who you really thought should’ve become a singer instead of going into Commercial Law, seeing how he outshined you guys during Karaoke tonight. There was Jeonghan who always seemed to be smirking about something you didn’t quite know yet, and mystery man Wonwoo who just always sat in the corner, looking not quite depressed but also not quite happy. 

Interesting people you could say.

You always seemed to be a bit intimidated with how much success they carried, but that didn’t stop you from remembering how they were all just the same as your dorky, childhood friend who you constantly teased growing up.

You would say most of them were like your older or younger brothers. All, except for one named Jeon Wonwoo. He just didn’t seem to like you at all, and you were just fine with sharing the mutual feeling.

“So y/n,” Jeonghan started, being the first to break the ice. He sat forward from the two other boys beside him, looking at your timid self that sat all alone on the opposite side of the booth.

“Josh had told us you worked as a Journalist for the Seoul Times” he poured a glass of beer for himself, motioning the bottle towards you if you wanted, to which you politely shook your head no. 

“That must be interesting” he commented, placing the drink down and showing genuine interest in your field of work.

“Um, yeah, I work as a writer for the political and social columns'' you stated proudly, holding up a smile that Wonwoo noticed didn’t come up to reach your eyes. He could also tell you were avoiding his after looking at you with an unreadable expression.

You quietly noticed his tie was undone from the corners of your vision, leaving a few buttons of his shirt to reveal some skin. Before carrying that imagination of yours away, you shook your head of thoughts.

Hoshi already had one too many drinks, having a lower alcohol tolerance than you did (which was quite low considering how you didn’t drink all the time). That didn’t stop him however, from adding on to the conversation

“Does that mean you write for the front page as well?” he questioned eagerly. 

The fellow attorney's words still slurred as he rested his head on Jeonghan’s shoulder, resisting his eyes from fluttering shut. Jeonghan simply laughed softly, turning back to look at you.

Meanwhile, you couldn't help but glance back at Wonwoo who seemed to have left the topic of discussion in the moment, looking out the window that presented the colorful lights and city view of Seoul in front of you all. 

His expression was of no emotion, steel rimmed glasses starting to match his bland personality.

A shame you thought, thinking how cute he might have been if he actually acted like a human and talked a bit.

“N-not necessarily” you laughed shyly, looking down at your work pants and worn out heels. You looked up to face the two men. “My work just makes it to the third or fourth pages, maybe even second if I’m lucky” you grinned humbly.

You were on the more popular side at your gazette, and quite honestly, a strong key player in capturing the media's attention. It was more than likely Joshua and his co-workers had heard about you once or twice through the newspapers or blogs.

“So you must know a bit about the cases and work we do at the law firm, don’t you?” Hoshi realized, ears perking up a bit. 

His gaze shifted slightly yet so quickly, that you wouldn’t have realized it if you weren’t as sober as you were. You nodded back.

“Still, quite an accomplishment seeing how you work for one of our country’s biggest newspaper corporations” Jeonghan praised you, meanwhile feeding Hoshi a grape that he accepted glady with his mouth open, still half drunk and half awake.

“Yeah, also one of our country's biggest propaganda feeding newspaper corporations” Wonwoo mumbled, shooting you a noticeable dirty look. This time he didn’t make any effort to conceal his emotions, catching you off guard with the sudden remark. 

You said not a word as the tension grew by a mile in that karaoke room, Jeonghan being the only one sober and with quick enough wits to look back and forth at the electrifying connection you and Wonwoo made. 

Wonwoo leaned closer, spreading his legs apart to rest his elbows on his knees. You swore that in the moment, if you had also leaned in further as well, you two might have even joined lips, but that must have been because you were drunk. An effect of the alcohol.

“Tell me” he smirked devilishly, putting on what Jeonghan realized to be his courtroom face. 

“Weren’t there also times where you were sued for the lies you wrote, all under that lying boss of yours?” You clenched your fists, never once breaking eye contact with him. “Mr. Jung, was that not his name?” he questioned, already knowing it indeed was. 

Wonwoo turned his head to the side, letting one arm drape on the booth, while another played with the soju bottle cap, flipping it around in his hand.

“Didn’t you go against him in court Hosh?” he shot his friend a look.

Hoshi swallowed his already dehydrated mouth, unsure of what to say in the situation.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, mumbling out a “I think so, I’m not sure-” before his friend cut him off.

“I bet there's a fortune of cash stacked behind that man with all the dirty deeds he does behind the public’s back, even more if you think about the connections he pulls with politicians and whatnot” 

“If I remember correctly.. he also bailed with a 50 thousand won amount” Hoshi quietly added, unconsciously adding a bit of fuel to the fire. Jeonghan looked at the situation in worry.

You took a deep breath, your journalist expression never leaving your face no matter how harsh his words were. 

Being a prosecutor whose job was to counter attack almost every single argument, and to question every single word of their opponent, clearly made you stand at a disadvantage.

It was Jeonghan’s turn to shoot Wonwoo a dirty look, warning him of not stepping too far. You were their friend/co-workers childhood best friend after all.

Hidden inside, he didn’t want to make you embarrassed or even hurt from Wonwoo’s harsh confrontation.

Little did Jeonghan know that you were completely different to how you looked. Two could play at that game you thought.

You laughed artificially, as fake as the jewellery and watch you wore right now, before you crossed your legs in your sitting position. You leaned forward just like Wonwoo had, not backing down for a moment before saying carefully. 

“That's the life of journalism and reporting Mr. Jeon” you chuckled dryly, looking down to flatten out the materials of your work pants. His voice brought and correction brought looking back up again though.

“Please, call me Wonwoo” , his tone of voice contrasting to the politeness of his words. 

“But that was ages ago... Wonwoo” you continued on, gritting your teeth with his name in your mouth.

“The Seoul Times are no longer the press hungry dogs you all thought we were back then” you laughed airyly, mentioning the infamous reputation your gazette was to be known for. 

Truth be told, you didn’t love the industry of journalism and news. It was a constant headache that lingered in your mind, as sides and voices all fought obnoxiously loud with one another, and left you to be forced to write things that you didn’t always agree with. 

But a writer nor journalist did not admit to such. At least a writer like yourself.

You nonchalantly poured a glass of soju, making sure to stop right at the tip of the glass before glaring back at Wonwoo. Even if you shivered at the horrid taste in your mouth after drinking, you made sure to put up a completely different face when it came to your work.

“Don’t dwell too much on past rumours Wonwoo” you whispered, grinning as you placed the empty shot glass down on the table while never breaking eye contact with him. 

“I should say the same thing to your superiors as well y/n” the male joked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Are they gonna kill each other?” Hoshi whispered into Jeonghan’s ear, now fully awake from the intense conversation happening in the karaoke room. 

Jeonghan whispered back slowly. “Not today maybe, but I'm betting a twenty they will next time” he decided, excitedly examining the dominating situation like it was a tv show. 

“Make it $30 and I’ll include a pack of cigarettes”

“Deal”

Quite odd for people of the law to gamble on such circumstances, but then again, why wouldn’t Josh’s friends mimic his own personal taste for breaking the rules.

A sudden burst of the door opening captures the attention of everyone except Wonwoo. The man simply smiled at your words that hung in the air, not even breaking his stare to see who it was. 

A clearly struggling Joshua stood at the door, holding a very drunk Dokyeom by the arm, in which his tie was somehow wrapped around his head, and he was babbling all sorts of nonsense due to the many shots of alcohol from before.

“I think it’s time we go now guys, hope you all finished the last bit of your songs'' Joshua huffs, neatly styled hair now falling out in pieces that covered his forehead. It was a result of trying to carry Dokyeom’s heavy body on top of his after realizing his senior could not walk a proper distance without crashing into a wall beside him. 

Jeonghan quickly stands up, running a hand through his hair while motioning Hoshi and Wonwoo to get up as well. He wanted his friend out of here before you two picked each other apart, so he picked up his jacket to fish out a few fifty dollar bills for the cost of tonight. A far larger amount than needed.

“Nice meeting ya y/n, so sorry it’s gotta end like this but y’know” he said through gritted teeth, pulling up Wonwoo so he would stop staring menacingly at you. “We’ve got a big day tomorrow, and we better pack it up”

Joshua shouts an apology and an “i’ll call you later” from the hallways, promising to buy you dinner with makgeolli next time. You brush him off, calling back a reply, but never breaking your intense stare with Wonwoo.

At the mention of the sweet rice drink, Dokyeom’s eyes light up and he happily, but drunkenly explains the best side dishes to eat with it. Your friend can’t help but laugh half heartedly, assuring his upperclassman that they would definitely not be having any more drinks that night.

Hoshi turned to his friend, eyebrows contorted in an expression of confusion. “Tomorrow's the weekend though hyung, we have the day off-” Jeonghan quickly turned to his intoxicated friend, shushing him with a finger and hurriedly trying to get out of the stuffy karaoke room. 

Wonwoo finally broke his contact with you and stood up tiredly, as if the argument you two just had was a waste of his time. His lips were pursed in a tight line, and he had his hands shoved in his pockets. 

“Not you” 

Just as he was about to move out of the booth, Wonwoo turned to look at your appearance, eyebrows quirking up at your tone with him.

Sitting with your arms crossed in front of your work shirt, your cheeks hazy and pink, that determined look in your eyes never faltered.

You had wanted this to be a night of fun and laughter, a night of celebration, and because of some dickhead who acted like a fourteen year old teen mad at the world, it ended up becoming a shitty and awkward one for you. 

You hated awkwardness, but maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through your veins, or the alcohol in your system, but you suddenly felt as if you hated this cocky yet unreadable stranger you had just met tonight even more.

So no, you weren’t gonna let Jeon Wonwoo prance out of these doors knowing that he had the first jab. Now you were gonna end this, and end it while showing his who the fuck you were.

“I’m sorry?” Wonwoo scoffed, making sure he didn’t mishear your words or that tone of yours directed at him.

“Nice try, but you’re not forgiven” you sneered, raising your sleeves higher - as if it would make you more intimidating or something, and looked to your side where Jeonghan and Hoshi stared gaping at your sudden change.

“It was fun meeting you tonight boys, maybe next time we could have lunch together! My friend owns a really good restaurant not far from here” 

If it weren’t for that vengeful glare in your eyes at the man standing in front of you, Hoshi nor Jeonghan wouldn’t have even thought more about your words. While your tone was as sweet as honey, you didn’t seem to look or fit the description.

“o-okay. b-bye guys” Hoshi stuttered, quickly grabbing his friend's hand so that they wouldn’t get caught in between what was yet to come. 

Was it betrayal? Sort of. Were they doing themselves a favour? Definitely. 

Before he left, Jeonghan gave Wonwoo a look that held many different things he wanted to say to him. “You’re an idiot”, “don’t get your balls cut off”,  and “this ones on you” were just a few of them. With the karaoke room door now shut closed, leaving a stoic tension and slightly uncomfortable privacy for you two, you finally gave up the act.

“God fucking damn it” you cursed under your breath, bending down to properly shrug your painful heals off. 

First and foremost, you were gonna get comfortable if you were gonna fight some dickhead lawyer. You also didn’t care much about your profanity in front of Wonwoo, not when he clearly knew so much about your work life. 

If he knew that much from reading your work in the newspaper and from working on the many lawsuits your company was held against, you decided that you weren’t gonna put up an innocent or weak facade for this man.

You undid your hair of it’s high bun, letting your hair fall down and take a deep breath. Wonwoo simply stared with a small smile on his face, glancing up and down your suited figure. 

Sure, he knew that you would be different judging by the boring and unexciting things you wrote under your articles. Then again, he was in Law, so not much to say about that.

But what he hadn’t expected was such an out of character, determined, and incredibly charming and sexy woman to hold him hostage(?) in this karaoke room right here. He just wanted to get a reaction out of you tonight, but he may be getting just a bit more.

You looked oddly to the man still standing in front of you. “You can take a seat y’know. I won’t bite.” you motioned your head to the empty booth in front of you, smirking as you poured the two of you another drink.

“Listen Wonwoo, I think you're pretty mediocre.” you confessed bluntly, shrugging your shoulders. “I’ll admit, for someone who works with Josh, you sure are one lifeless, soulless prick” you scoffed, rolling your eyes before taking a shot.

Wonwoo sat still, not saying a word, and refusing to touch the soju glass you offered in front of him. Instead, he kept staring at you, not being able to take his eyes off of you. You were oddly enchanting, a bit annoying, but nevertheless made him want to know about you. He wanted to know more.

“But listen here big guy,” your words were now a little slurred from the frequent shots you now took. You gave him a point of your finger, eyes glaring at him drunkenly.

“In the karaoke room, we leave work out of here. I come here to sing a few songs, have a few drinks, and to take my mind off of the fact that I’ve got five deadlines due by next monday, and all the stuff I write is requested by my old and annoying seniors. Seniors that think they can order me around just cause I write shit for the papers.” you huffed loudly, taking a deep breath.

The becomes a little too silent, and without even realizing, you seemed to have confessed all the weight you were carrying with you that stressful week, exposing yourself even more to the handsome stranger in front of you.

Wonwoo sneered, replying back quickly. “And why does it look like I seem to care darling?” The nickname grew on your nerves, making you clutch your fists.

“I don’t want nor expect you to care asshole.” you immediately snap back. I’m just saying, having a bit of perspective or goddamn empathy for other people in their respective careers would make you even hotter than you think you were” you said, picking up and opening a water bottle that was on the table to calm yourself.

“You think I’m hot?” his tone held amusement. 

You stopped midway, about to swallow the first sip. Frantically, you closed the bottle and retracted your words.

“I never said that,” you argued, shaking your head while laughing incredulously. You felt your cheeks get even warmer, and it wasn’t from the alcohol.

“I think you did. And I also think you’re just too embarrassed to admit so” Wonwoo smiled, leaning in closer.

“Oh please!” You judged, rolling your eyes at him. “If I did, I didn’t mean it. That wasn’t even the point of what I was saying!” you huffed, growing mad at him even more. “What I’m trying to say is that you shouldn’t be such a dickwad. You talked shit about my career, hardly even glanced my way this evening, and didn’t even try to make an effort to be even respectful” you state, summarizing your points.

“My eyes just didn’t seem to go near you” he shrugged. “Plus, I don’t see why I was obligated to be nice to you. You’re just Joshua’s childhood friend” he lied, his facial expressions looking uninterested.

You leaned closer, the closest you two have ever been since the beginning of the night.

“You sure? Seems like you couldn’t take your eyes off of me” you were getting cocky now, switching the topic on him and starting to play with him more.

By now, Wonwoo’s earthy cologne and the smell of your shampoo lingered off of one another, making each other somehow more intoxicated and high. You still were delusional, blaming on the soju and not the sexual tension that was growing bigger by the second.

Your lips fanned over his, staring into his deep, dark eyes. Wonwoo smirked once more, voice drawing you in. 

“I have no interest in you y/n”

“I think you’re lying Wonwoo” you teased.

All of a sudden, a warm sensation filled your lips and mouth, your entrance being dominated by Wonwoo’s passionate kiss that you returned far too quickly and easily.

The foul taste and smell of cigarettes that you had always hated when Josh smoked were the same on Wonwoo, but for some reason, you just couldn’t pull away. His scent was even stronger, and he had a feeling that you didn’t know you would enjoy so much.

His hands cupped your cheeks, eyes closed as he savoured your taste that he wanted so badly tonight, while your hands wandered his broad chest, playing with the buttons that were opened on his collar. You two groped, and kissed, and sighed, and did all sorts of things during that long kiss. 

But it was too good to last. You opened your eyes, realizing what you were doing, and quickly pushed yourself away from him, now you and Wonwoo against your seats, chests panting for air.

You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, cursing yourself for doing such a stupid thing. You knew you didn’t like him, but why was it that you didn’t want to leave him either?

You didn’t even make eye contact with Wonwoo who stared at you, desire filling both your hearts while only one dared to look at the other.

“This was a mistake” you mumbled, struggling to pick up your heels and bag as you tried to walk out the door. Planning on never turning back again, it was all before a hand gripped your wrist, forcing you to spin around. 

Wonwoo’s eyes were no longer the same as before. They were a bit softer, watered down to what you possibly even thought was true wanting. They seemed to open doors for you to come into his feelings and his heart.

“Please.” He whispered softly, lips pink from kissing you. His steel rimmed glasses were almost at the tip of his nose bridge, making him all the more hard to leave as he pleaded for you to stay. “Don’t go” his tone gruff and low. 

He didn’t want you to leave, not when he found you to be absolutely enchanting and magnificent. And you could tell this. He seemed almost... vulnerable?

You raised your head to look at him, quite shocked from his confession. His head was up but his eyes seemed to be shying away, possibly because he expected you to push him away like before, or for you to leave and never see him again. 

But you didn’t. Desire mixed with something else had gotten the best of you this time, and you dropped both your heels and bag to the floor, not caring about anything else. You quietly grabbed Wonwoo, placing his lips on yours passionately once more as you embraced one another.

You wouldn’t have believed you two were making out in a private karaoke room based on the events of just a few seconds before, but here you were, wrapped in this familiar stranger’s arms as his hands wandered your body, and your fingers struggled to open his collar once again.

Wonwoo stopped to briefly look down at you, sending you a look that said “are you sure?”. You whined softly, nodding to him in reply as your large pupils looked up to him in lust. 

“I want you Wonwoo. Right here”

Wonwoo’s eyes got bigger, realizing your tone and words. He didn’t hesitate any further, attacking your neck in a fury of kisses and love bites, marks that indicated to anyone that you were his. “God I fucking love your tits” he groaned, grabbing your clothed breast in his large hands and massaging the nipple harshly. “Couldn’t stop staring at them all night,” he continued.

You mewled, clinging onto to his arms, or any part of his body to prevent you from falling. Why was the fact that he’s been staring at you so goddamn hot?Wonwoo came close to your eye, hands snaking their way to your thighs.

“Jump”

You followed his words, letting him carry you to the seat, with you on his lap and himself underneath. You took it as a chance to grind your hips against the member that was hidden under his work pants, kissing him ferociously and hard.

You two moaned against each other’s lips, his hands coming to unbutton your white shirt. One by one, he hurriedly took it off of you while your tongues fought with one another, the taste of cigarettes and alcohol stronger than ever before.

And so there you were, chest exposed to your best friend's co-worker who you had just met today, your white bra soon coming off to reveal your perky tits that shivered at the touch of Wonwoo’s hands. Each one he kissed, sucking on them gently and massaging them as well. You threw your head back in relief, resting your hands around his neck as he worked his way through.

“Wonwoo” you sighed, biting your lip and yelping when he sucked a little too hard on your left breast. Your hands instinctively went for his crotch area, fumbling with the zipper and buttons. Wonwoo stopped to look down, smiling when your cheeks blushed even redder at your own doing.

“What do you want?” he teased, first taking your pants off. “We can go however way you want sweetheart”

If you thought about it now, it was quite spectacular how in such a situation he was able to take your clothes off so casually and comfortablely. In the moment however, all you could think of were Wonwoo’s words.

For the first time during sex, did a man ask you what you wanted. Your past partners and flings didn’t really care when it came to such questions and concerns about you, and you it made you never really expect much either. 

It usually ended with you having a small, tiny feeling of being unsatisfied, which you never enjoyed.

But as Wonwoo looked up at you like you were some goddess who had him transfixed on you, you felt beautiful. No, you felt powerful, and you felt that someone cared about you more than just your body and it’s features.

“I want to go slow” you said surprisingly, kissing him on his neck. Wonwoo almost went ballistic at your touch, finally taking his white shirt and necktie off to reveal his toned upper body.

His pecs were covered with your hands, as you slowly bent down to reveal what was under. Wonwoo’s belt was opened by your nimble fingers, staring up at his dazed expression. As you opened the zipper of his work pants, he suddenly stopped your actions to bring your gaze to his eyes.

“Hey” 

You looked up with big eyes, worried that he didn’t want this.

“You don’t have to you know. I don’t want to pressure you” he said sincerely. You laughed softly and attached your lips to his own. You realized you could love this man if you wanted too

You pulled away, reassuring him that you indeed wanted to do this, and finally pulled his pants all the way down.

There stood his thick, hard member, looking so painfully red, and aching to be touched. Wonwoo immediately went to hold your hair out of your face as you suck long and hard on his cock.

“God” he moaned. It sounded heavenly to your ears, and only made you want to do better for him. To bring him to his orgasm first.

Your tongue kitten licked the tip several times, before going back in to swallow him whole. While it wasn’t necessarily choking you, it definitely wasn’t easy.

Praises were muttered from the mans mouth, complimenting your form, your determination, and your beauty. You looked stunning in that moment for him, even if tears had reached the brim of your eyes.

“Fuck, just like that baby” Wonwoo panted harshly, letting you see the sweat on his forehead, the tighten grip on the seat, and the veins in his neck popping out. You closed your eyes, keeping that image in your head as you bobbed your head up and down, holding down his thighs.

Your pussy only tightened, pre cum almost dripping from your panties and staining you wet. You wanted this so badly, but before you were able to help him reach his release, Wonwoo gripped your wrist, removing you from his cock and letting you stand up as he sat in the booth with legs spread. 

“I’m going to cum in you” he said sternly, his eyes staring at you through those steal rimmed glasses of his. His tone held promise, and a hint of possessiveness that had you almost stumble from your weak knees.

His thumb brushed over your own in his hands, and wonwoo grasped them tightly. “I’ve got a condom in the inner pocket of my jacket” he tells you, causing you to blush a bit. 

You scoffed as you searched the piece of clothing beside you two. “This must be frequent for you then, isn’t it?” You didn’t think Wonwoo was like that.

“It was a present” he huffed, frustrated. 

You looked down as he told you, stroking his member to prepare for it. “A present?” you laughed lightly in outrageous, half way through opening the said contraceptive.

He looked embarrassed, looking down as he smiled. “Just a joke that Hoshi gave, saying I needed to get some action. Never thought I’d actually need to use it” his tone got softer, and if you listened closely, maybe even a bit quieter. 

You giggled as you helped him put it on, kissing him on the collar bones as you sat on top of him. 

“Cute” you said smiling, pecking him on the lips once more. Wonwoo took that as a way to get friskier with you, pulling you closer than ever, and soon making the move you truthfully wanted him to do this entire evening. 

The biggest relief of that night was Wonwoo’s thick head entering your aching pussy. It was warm and filling all the way through, stretching you out quite a bit.

“F-Fuck” you stuttered, clutching onto his bare back for support. Wonwoo cursed under his breath, saying “I got you, I got you” as you he adjusted the position with you on top.

When everything felt just right, you slowly started to move your hips, brushing up and down and sitting back down as well. It was agonizing how slow everything was, but it was perfect.

Having sex with a man you met not even seven hours ago was thrilling, especially when he was unbelievably hot while arguing just moments before.

“God, Wonwoo” you cried out, hiding your face in his hickey covered neck. It felt too good like anything else you’d ever had. Wonwoo grunted, pushing his own hips into you and letting your tits graze his hard chest welcomingly.

“Come on baby girl, you can do better that this” he teased, pushing his glasses up before gripping onto your waist again. He bit his lip in ecstasy, almost tasting blood.  

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, throwing your head back and putting your perked nipples on display for him. He sucked and pulled on them like before, running his hands all over your figure. “Louder” he demanded, looking at you with a dark expression.

“I can’t” you protested, going at such a fast pace but still being mindful of the other karaoke rooms. The walls in this place probably weren’t sound proof. you whined embarrassingly, clutching your own tits for support.

Wonwoo stopped his movements, making you groan painfully. Believe him, it was hard for him as well but he needed you to do it for him.

“I want you to scream my name” he smirked, a sinister grin showing. You felt filthy, yet unbearable to ignore his commands.

“Wonwoo. Please” you begged, a stark contrast to your debate earlier that night.

Wonwoo slammed his hips back into you, causing your face to contort in pleasure, your finger nails to dig into his shoulders, and your mouth to let out a silent scream. 

“Wonwoo!!”

Your moans were music to Wonwoo’s ears, and he couldn’t help himself but want to keep going. Soon, the pleasure was unbearable and only signalled the knot in your stomach becoming untied.

“I’m close” his voice croaked out, still it’s deep and low tone. Wonwoo wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close as his thrusts became sloppier and messier. You felt hazy, running your fingers through his once perfectly styled but now messy locks of hair.

“‘Me too baby” you moaned. He looked at you in the eyes and rested his forehead against yours, looking down to see his member going in and out of you. 

“Cum with me darling” he whispered. 

A wave of euphoria rushes over the two of you, gasps and moans heard in the room as you slowly came down from your high. 

“Shit” Wonwoo said, catching his breath. You rested your head against his sweaty chest, not bothering at all at the wet feeling that was leaking your vagina. In fact, he was still inside you. “That was amazing” you sighed, eye lashes fluttering. 

Wonwoo looks down at you, admiring the way your hair fell out of its bun, casting itself on your bare shoulders. suddenly, without knowing what washes over him, he presses a shy kiss to your temple. Your eyes widen at the action, and you raise your head to look at him. No words are exchanged between you two, bare from such a private event in public, as you simply wonder in your head.

“I thought you hate me” you blurt out. Wonwoo smiles, kissing you softly on the cheek that’s enough to make a crimson shade fall upon them.

“I did. Still don’t like you, but I’ve come to learn that you’re not that bad after all” he teases.

You smirk. “Are you just saying that just cause we had sex in public?”

Wonwoo shakes his head, smiling at you. “No. I just think I might fall in love with you, that’s all” his comfortable expression and gesture throw you off, and you playfully smack him on the chest in return.

You bend down to give him a kiss, still feeling the warmth in your core as you pull away smiling. In fact, you’re both smiling.

“Let’s get you cleaned up”

_

After a few minutes of rearranging clothes, letting the alcohol effect wear off, and styling your hair so it wasn’t obvious what had happened in that karaoke room, you find yourself walking out of the building with Wonwoo as if you hadn’t just rode his dick.

The bills are paid by Jeonghan himself, which leaves you offering to buy spicy rice cakes at a vendor nearby.

“I like spicy rice cakes. That’s all” 

Is what you tell Wonwoo, standing in front of you with a grin on his face and his hands in his pockets. You stare at the ground, feet kicking a small pebble thats nearby to prevent seeing his expression. All you can seem to wonder is how amazing it is that Wonwoo’s hair is not absolutely ruined, considering how many times you gripped onto it that night.

His silence leaves you to feel embarrassed at offering such a thing, so you quickly retract your words with a red face. “Nevermind, it’s late and I’d better get going anyw-“

“Sure”

Your head shoots up to see his smile, causing you to mimic it. “Really?!” you exclaim, eyes lighting up.

The man steps closer to you, allowing you to see his features way more clearly than before. With the light of the flashy advertisement signs of different buildings and stores nearby, you only just realized how beautiful Wonwoo is when he smiles.

He takes your hand in his, pulling you closer. “Why not?” He smiles widely. “Then you can tell me more about your asshole supervisors who you hate”

And so you’re side by side with Wonwoo, once again together for the night. This time, fully clothed, with his coat jacket on top of your own shoulders to protect you against the chilly midnight weather. His hands are warm in your own, and you can tell that he doesn’t want to let go. Neither do you.

The sounds of the city are muted in the background, as all you can think about is getting spicy rice cakes with a man you only met that night in the karaoke room. There is no sign of that awkward silence you despise so much. In fact, the silence between only you two is comfortable, and true to the fact that words don’t always needed to be shared with one another.

“Please tell me you eat soondae with your tteokbokki as well” Wonwoo breaks it to you, his tone teasing.

You scoff, sending him a look. “I don’t eat it any other way” you giggle, laughing at the man who starts to open up beside you, telling you a hilarious story of that one time how Hoshi thought he accidentally married a bottle of soju.

Soon your cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and the tip of your nose turns pink from the cold Seoul weather, but you can’t help but think,

Who would’ve thought the beginning of your relationship would have started with an argument?

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[scotsq]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Closed started for @princessedevalois​​​ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Mary’s chambers at Hampton court. 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: November of 1559

The Queen sits in almost total silence save for the occasional panting from her Scottish Greyhound, Atlas who rests on a purple cushion at her slipper covered feet. The good lady Seton has prepared her mistress for bed early tonight so that she might spend the hours alone and collect her thoughts before meeting with her uncles in the morning to discuss the rapid decline of her dear Francis’ health. Her bath of oils and scented rose water did quite a bit to alleviate the stresses of the day that pertained to the matters of Scotland, but now there is an even GREATER issue settling within her mind; one that she would much rather ignore. 

The last thing that the Queen should like to think upon is her husbands fate which no child of God could ever dare to predict. Letters from the King’s office at Chambord which were intercepted by her mother-in-law and later delivered to the consort’s chambers detail a sickening account of her husband’s conditions that worsen with each passing day. Mary knows that he wails for her, she is certain of it. Her stomach tightens at the thought of him agonizing over his pain without her, Caterina, or Elisabeth there to offer him some form of comfort. It pained her to leave his side to make the journey to England, but she did so to show the power players on the world stage that their reign as King and Queen of France and Scotland is stronger than ever. Desperately, she needs the world to believe it so that she herself might also see some truth in it.

Only after staring at the missive in her hands regarding the most recent update on Francis’ condition does Mary decide that she will cease to fret over her sweet princeling’s suffering this night. Instead, her restless mind drifts to the holy mess of the happenings at the Tudor court. Today marks a week that England’s sovereign along with chief members of his family have been away from the court — their absence inspiring a litany of venomous RUMOURS in place of the truth. The twitterings of the French retinue suggests that the King and his lady mother are both abed with the pox. As a gentlewoman of the utmost grace and diplomacy, several letters were written at her behest by her secretary’s hand to be sent to William’s office wishing him good health and requesting an audience with His Majesty upon his return. Despite their differences in faith and Mary’s hotly disputed blood claim to his throne, she does not wish him any ill will. With her own husband’s health waning as it is, Mary believes it to be in poor taste to mock the health of another anointed prince even if she does think him to be somewhat detestable and nothing more than a PRETENDER to the throne.

As the Queen rises from her cushioned chair to make her way over to her desk, her attention is immediately claimed by the entry of her page who bows before her. 

“Your Majesty. Her Highness, the Princess Elisabeth is requesting entry.” A slight nod of her frizzy auburn head is enough to grant her beloved sister-in-law access to her apartments. It was at times like this when Mary needed Elisabeth the most to help calm her nerves and distract her from the horrors that her mind could conjure. 

“Lis, my sweet one” Mary begins, her arms that were previously folded to keep her ermine fur robe close to her chest now opening to greet her sister with a hug as she approaches. When it comes to Elisabeth, Mary knows that she needn’t behave like the queen of anything. There is no room for protocol when one is so near to the heart. “Was it not a mistake to accept England’s invitation? They treat us to an execution in our early days and now we are meant to speculate on the whereabouts of our hosts.” Mary adds, the flames of frustration flickering wildly in her blue eyes. “Tell me, have you any news regarding the Tudor king? I was told that he and the Dowager are not long for this world. I suppose we shall see in time if this tale has merit.”  

[amimimi]

joe and cherry taking care of their drunk s/o

synopsis: in which joe and cherry take care of your drunk ass

pairings: joe x reader, cherry x reader

warnings: drinking, getting sick, suggestive themes, swearing, slight spoilers in joe’s part

notes: i separated the joe and cherry head canons from the langa and reki ones because I thought I was gonna make these a lot more suggestive,,,but i did not 🤥 i apologize in advance for any grammatical/spelling errors!

JOE

will laugh at you

in a good natured way, of course

he just thinks you’re so cute, he can’t get enough of you

joe and you go bar hopping for date night this week, which y’all have done in the past so it’s nothing too crazy

except this time around, you overdo it 😗

and joe thinks it’s the most endearing thing as you cling onto his biceps as you sway on your feet

he holds you by your elbows, grinning down at you as you blearily smile up at him

you both are standing near the dance floor, as you struggle to maintain your footing

“you good?” he calls over the music and you nod slowly, grinning even harder

“yea! you’re a great dancer!” you shout back at him and joe chuckles

“we aren’t dancing, baby cakes” he says, giving your elbows a squeeze

you frown

“oh...i knew that! i meant in general...” you murmur, eyes struggling to stay open.

joe purses his lip at you, before wrapping his arms around your waist. “i think you need some air, babe” he suggests and you nod sluggishly

guides you outside the bar and takes you across the street

the crisp night air doesn’t help you out all that much

you get sick and joe can’t even hold your hair back because he has to hold you to keep you from falling face forward

“okay, babe, let’s get you home” joe chuckles,

not even one bit worried

has a lot of experience with drinking/drunk people up his sleeve

honestly maybe the best person to care for you while you’re drunk

joe doesn’t panic or even if he IS concerned, he’s good at keeping a straight face (i’m thinking of the episode when ad*m hits cherry in the face and he’s the only one who doesn’t flinch)

he takes you in his swole arms (that man is built like an ox 😩) and carries you bridal style all the way home

entertains your babbling and carries a conversation with you no matter how nonsensical it is

if you think you see someone even looking at joe, you try cussing them out msnxjshwdghd

and joe’s like “haha, darling, my sweet dove, ☺️” and then turns to whoever you’re cussing out and says “they’re drunk, sorry about that!”

joe definitely takes you to his place

makes you take a shower! but he showers with you because he doesn’t want you to fall and break your nose or something

stands behind you, with his arms wrapped around you for support

rubs a loofah down your arms and torso

every now and then he’ll press a kiss against the side of your neck <3

joe wraps you in a towel and gently dries you with another towel

he makes you sit on his closed toilet seat and kneels before you to dry your legs with a smaller towel

he glances up at you to see you staring at him, slightly swaying and wrapped in a towel

“you like watching me work, don’t you?” he smirks

“i like watching your back” you reply, the alcohol numbing your shame and joe laughs at you

makes you brush your teeth

he places a hand over your forehead and holds you up by your arm as you brush

joe: “are you...are you swallowing the tooth paste??”

you: “...no...not on purpose”

okay, joe maybe slightly concerned

pulls one of his shirts over your head and laughs when your hair gets messed up

when you finally get in bed, you sleep in between joe’s legs with your head resting on his naked chest, arms wrapped around you

doesn’t mind if you drool on him <3 he just fondly smiles at you

CHERRY

HE IS NOT HERE FOR IT SKDUSKSJDJD

does not like being around drunk people—like he avoids it with a passion

someone he knows could be drunk as helll and he’d just be like “...and what the f*ck does that gotta do with me?”

obviously he won’t let anyone DIE, but prefers to take preventative action such as cutting someone off from having any more drinks than to deal with their drunk asses

and obviously, he’ll make an exception for you 😙

he’s not impressed tho 😗

like if your tipsy, he may find that endearing

but if you’re like—DRUNK DRUNK, like belligerently so...he’s gonna be like “*sigh*”

you probably don’t get drunk in public when you’re out with him to preserve his the respect of his business

so he’s probably having a night in, no S, no dinner with joe

he’s catching up on reading when his doorbell rings and he’s like “??”

cherry goes to peek out the peephole and — holy shit is that you? and who’s standing next to you??

he opens the door to see you, drunk off your ass, and barely standing on your own as you friend wraps their arm around you for support

when you see cherry, you perk up and smile “kaoru!”

“does this belong to you?” your friend grins at cherry, who’s just staring at you wobble on your feet like a newborn deer

“yes” he says slowly, a little surprised at how drunk you are

he reaches out for you and you all but collapse in his arm, cherry slightly straining under the weight

“okay, then! my taxi’s waiting, bye babe!” your friend calls to you and you sluggishly wave at them while hanging off of cherry’s waist

cherry makes sure you friend gets in the taxi safely before turning to you

“what have you gotten yourself into?” he sighs, hoisting you up and carrying you into his house

“just had a few drinks!” you chirp, wrapping your arms around cherry’s neck

“a few...” cherry echoes you flatly

“ maybe a couple!”

“...”

“ okay, maybe a lot”

doesn’t even wait for you tell him if you feel nauseous, he just carries you to the bathroom and sits you down in front of the toilet

ties your hair back as you babble nonsensically about how dangerous it is that he rides a skateboard

if you get sick, he gently rubs your back and murmurs soothingly to you

makes you wash your mouth out and brushes your teeth for you (he’s grumbling as he does it, BUT HE’S STILL DOIN IT)

he’s gonna save the lecturing for tomorrow so he just resorts to muttering under his breath, but he’s still very gentle with you

he bathes you! but then you tell him that he looks like your mother as he does it and he’s just like “😐 okay bath time over”

get’s you a silk robe and guides you into his bed

he runs to get you a class of water and when he comes back, he hears you sniffling as you lay with your back to him

“what’s the matter, love?” he asks gently, sitting down the bed next to you

he brushes your hair back to see you are, in fact, crying

you take a shaky breath as you struggle to sit up and look directly at him

“are you cheating on me with carla??” you ask wobbly, stealing yourself for his answer

cherry: “😐😑😐”

he just hands the glass of water to you and doesn’t say anything bc he’s TIRED

when you finish your glass, he places it on his bedside table as you sink into the sheets

“you didn’t answer” you murmur glumly, staring straight ahead

cherry looks down at you and tilts his head, brushing your hair back from your face, kinda smiling for that first time that night

“no. how would cheat on you with a skateboard?” cherry asks, slightly teasing.

“you literally make heart eyes with it...don’t laugh!” your lower lip begins to wobble as cherry slightly chuckles

“you’re so drunk” he smiles at you softly

you weakly nod in agreement as cherry continues brushing your hair back

“yea, ‘won’t do it again tho...thank you kaoru, i love you” you garble out, sleep overtaking you

cherry waits until you fall asleep to give you a kiss on the forehead,

he stays up a to watch you before he slides in next to you and sleeps facing you with your hand in his

notes: i’m gonna do langa, reki, joe, and cherry all in one post for the sequel (?) to this where reader takes care of them when they get drunk!