#Oh how I love it when my rib just decides it doesn't want me to exist

[starboye]

pairing: dick grayson x male reader

summary: patching up dicks wounds after a night patrol and things get a little more heated, so what would be the worst thing that could happen between two exes

warnings: smut, hand job, cursing, a lil angst

dick was well... a dickhead, he never knew when to stop fighting, staying out way past the patrol time he said he had and getting beat senseless in the process, now here he was knocking at your door beaten and bruised asking for help and how could you deny the man of assistance.

"and how exactly did this happen" you ask walking out your bathroom with a first aid kit in hand "just bit off more than i could chew" dick chuckles before wincing in pain from his broken ribs "i told you don't fight the battles you know you can't win" you roll your eyes "yeah but what would be the fun in that" he jokes.

"well look where that got you, limping to your ex boyfriends door asking for help" you say wiping the cuts with some alcohol making dick jump a little from the pain "yeah but at least i get to see this beautiful face again" dick smile "flattery doesn't get you out of this" you sternly say patching up the cut on his chest and wrapping a bandage around the bullet hole on his arm.

"h-hey" dick says turning your face to look at him "just come back to titans tower with me it's safer than being here" he says "now you know i moved out because we broke up" you say finishing up fixing his wounds "but that doesnt mean that you can't come back" dick says trying to convince you.

you look at dick for a little before standing "i fixed you up now you can go" you say not trying to look him in the eyes because you know you'll get reeled in "hey look at me i still love you" dick softly say lifting you eyes to look at him before kissing you sweetly and pulling back slightly, you could still feel his breath grazing your lips.

and before you could think you leaned back into his lips, kissing him passionately which quickly turns into a make out session with you straddled across dicks lap as you messily kiss each other "will you please just come back with me" dick asks in between sloppy kisses "dick no we tried this once and look where that brought us" you say.

"what, two exes making out on the couch" he chuckles grabbing your ass "you know what i mean" you say poking at his injury making him wince "fucker" he breathlessly say "we broke up because you decided you cared more about fighting crime than being with your boyfriend" you say pulling down his pants, him lifting up a little to help you bring them down to let his dick spring out.

"and please im sorry for that y/n but i promise i changed" dick says lightly letting out a groan as you bring his dick into your hand "yeah and you show me that by showing up to my apartment bloody and beaten" you chuckle "it's been hard since you left okay" dick defends as you slowly stoke his cock "well i'm starting to move on and i'm not regressing because you wanna play superhero for gotham" you say quickening your hand.

"well- fuck... well if you come back i could be the man you want me to be" he says moving his kisses to your neck "dick, i love you but you need to learn to separate work and relationships" you say rubbing his tip lightly "oh fuck you, how am i supposed to respond when you keep fucking with me" dick smirks "it's what i do best" you smirk back.

"fuck fuck fuckkk" dick grunts thrusting his hips upward into your fist before cumming all over your hand and letting huffs fall from his mouth "now how about you leave" you say with a smile "im not leaving till you come back with me" dick say looking up at you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

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[ashtheketchum]

How would the Sawyer family react to their first kiss? (+ Thomas Hewitt)

A/N: I thought for a long time about whether I really wanted to start something with the horror fandom here and I've decided to do it! I'm a huge Texas Chainsaw Massacre fan and accordingly I'm going to write something about these characters. This is my first time writing for the Sawyers and Thomas, so please show mercy!

Warnings: GN.Reader, mention of s(c)ex, mention of cannibalism, I use they/them pronouns for Bubba

Characters: Bubba Sawyer, Drayton Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, Nubbins Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt

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Bubba Sawyer:

They would squeal loudly and mumble something that you can't understand

They never thought that someone as adorable as you would ever kiss them!

They would also be so happy that they would hug you and spin around on the spot

If your ribs aren't broken from the hug, they wouldn't let go until you couldn't breathe anymore

Then they would apologize with loud whimpers and squeaking noises

If the brothers found out, they would be a little shy before admitting it

They would make fun of it in their own way, but you didn't mind

But they themself would never kiss you on the mouth afterwards, but on the cheek or forehead

They just feel too insecure to kiss you on the mouth without really knowing that you want it too (But oh boy, you want it)

But you also respect that they doesn't want to step out of their comfort zone

Drayton Sawyer:

This poor old man would say insults under his breath

Don't expect too much of a reaction from him, he doesn't believe much in love and (as he would spell it) scex

But he's an old fashion man that means he would also give you a peck back (But only if his brothers aren´t around-)

But nothing more

"Why would you kiss an old man like me now?" would be a question he would ask you, but he still has a slight grin on his lips

Sometimes he also teases you that these lips recently ate a human

If his brothers found out about this, he would beat them with his broom

Bubba would just shyly turn away and cover their eyes, so Drayton only insults them

Don't you dare kiss him in front of his family! He doesn't like to do it, but if you provoke him, he'll use the broom on you too!

With him, there would only be small pecks, don't expect more from him

Chop Top Sawyer:

He would jump around happily and scream loudly

"I just got a kiss! I just got a kiss!"

Then he would ask you for a kiss again

And then again

And then again-

His brothers wouldn't even have to find out, he would tell his brothers himself

When Drayton acts disgusted or disappointed, Chop Top just teases him about being jealous

When you're alone, you always listen to music together and while listening to the music, you would kiss over and over again

Chop Top says that you should time your kisses to the beat

After your first kiss, there would be no more "normal" kisses, only passionate kisses

Nubbins Sawyer:

He would be similar to his twin brother

After your first kiss, which was just a small kiss, you wouldn't kiss normally anymore

Sometimes he would take pictures of him kissing your cheek or gently biting you (aka. His way of kissing you)

I can really imagine that sometimes he would just gently bite you instead of kissing you

"B-b-but this is m-my way t-t-o kiss you, y-y-y/n!"

You accept it as long as he doesn't bite you hard

The pictures he takes he would hang on your wall or try to sell to some victims

Just like his twin brother, Nubbins would just tell everyone (Even the victims-)

He would be like: "Y-y-y-you know…! I-i just ha-ad my first k-kiss!"

He might be a little too proud of it, but give him this moment

Thomas Hewitt:

At first he would be completely overwhelmed

For a whole minute he would just stare at you and not move at all before he would flinch and shake his head slightly

Although you could hardly see it through his mask, he would turn completely red

After that he would gently stroke your cheek and grunt quietly

Luda May would just smile lovingly at you two and murmur quietly how proud she was of her son

Hoyt would just gag quietly before sending Thomas back to the basement to continue working on the ,,dinner"

Thomas would only kiss you in the basement or when Hoyt wasn´t near you two

When you go to sleep, you sometimes kiss more passionately, but only when you go to sleep

You would play with his long hair while he would stroke your back

Before he goes out to hunt the victims, he gives you a quick kiss on the lips

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 6!

and what a week it's been... idk about you all, but i'm very much looking forward to all the 8b spec fic after seeing That One Leak...

this is a mix of fics with all ratings, so some include NSFW content. please take a look at both the ratings and the fic tags before reading! some might also contain spoilers for season 8.

if you come across something you like in this list, remember to show some love to the author by leaving kudos and a comment!

a graveyard in blue | moonlightmornings/@moonlight-mornings | 12.9k | GA

After a call goes south because of limited resources and an equipment malfunction, Eddie's brave move to rescue a young girl takes a nasty turn. i love how this captures the energy and vibe of a rescue!! genuinely feels straight out of an episode <3

and i'd do it over and over again | playinginthunderstorms/@playinginthunderstorms | 4.4k | E

Buck and Eddie hook up at the end of "Confessions". oh when i tell you i savoured this one... such a wonderful fic that captures buddie's first time so so perfectly!! i love how their dynamic is written here <3

everything in between | simplyylupin | 2.1k | T

They’re quiet for a moment, mulling over the unsaid, and then Buck’s bringing his phone closer to his face, eyes squinting. “Are you naked?” the absolute codependency of these two <3 so good!!

hot ghost problems | ebjameston/@ebjameston | 40.9k | T

The ghost would prefer to go by Buck, if Eddie wouldn’t mind. this was a reread! i was reminded of the magic system here and revisited it - can confirm that magic and ghosts and all that are so very good here, and i love the diaz siblings!!

i'll tell them put me back in it (and i would do it again) | paleredheadinascifi | 4.8k| T

Eddie doesn't know how to make his listening history private. Buck doesn't know what to do with the words in front of his eyes. Chris cannot believe he has to deal with either of them. the sheer brilliance of this concept... such a lovely look at the buckley-diaz dynamics! i was smiling the whole way through <3

it's golden, like daylight | rarakiplin/@hoediaz | 8.7k | T

“Shut up,” fingers dig into his ribs, “I mean, would you want to? Be married again?” such wonderful firefam dynamics!! i read this last week, i think, and already reread it this past week as well. a new favourite for sure <3

lonely little love dog | littleghost/@ghostlandtoo | 24k | M

When the 118 is closed for reconstruction after an earthquake, Buck is a floater for different stations around the city. He tries not to let it get to him. Much. this is such a fascinating look at buck's character!! and i LOVED the mara scene <3

parabola | semperama/@semperama | 4.6k | T

“Hey, uh. By the way.” Buck’s been thinking about this, and he has to say it now, or it’ll explode out of him at a much worse time, in a much worse way. “Make sure you don’t forget to change your will again.” truly no fic captures the angst with a happy ending tag like this. also this fic is how i learned that there's a special ao3 tag for eddie's will, which sounds about right. anyway, point is, this is wonderful!!

the last shred of truth in the lost myth of true love | lemonzestywrites/@lemonzestywrites | 25.7k | E

After the events of 6x13, Buck is worried he's lost his charm in bed. Eddie eagerly offers his services to prove otherwise. a reread of one of my favourite fics <3 there's something about the intersection of smut and feelings realisation and introspection in this fic that just hits so very hard, it's lovely <3

the whale fall principle | fastcardotmp3/@fastcardotmp3 | 95.5k | M

Daniel Buckley lives, but he’s still deciding what that means. Maddie is having a baby, but it isn’t her husband’s. And Evan knows his purpose. Until he doesn’t anymore. okay so definitely heed the creator chose not to use archive warnings tag here (there are specific warnings in the chapter notes) but holy shit, this fic. genuinely the best buckley sibling dynamics i have read, like, maybe ever. such a wonderful eddie and chimney and everyone, and such gorgeous writing!! if this one sounds up your alley, you're in for a treat <3

to ebb and flow | akapeterman/@akapeterman | 5.1k | GA

buck is sick, eddie is worried, and christopher is an angel. they'll be okay. i've really been vibing with sickfics lately, can you tell? this is another lovely lovely fic, such great hurt/comfort/domestic fluff!!

wait for me to come home | written_promises | 1.9k | GA

Eddie comes back home to LA from Texas to find Buck waiting for him… in his bed. Because he’s been living in Eddie’s home. and eddie's bed is exactly where buck should be<3 so soft and sweet and beautiful!!

we return to each other in waves | cozycatwriter/@leon-trans-kennedy | 3.1k | GA

“Yes I do. Of course I do. You saved Chris and looked after him the best you could during a tsunami-and you’re still recovering from an embolism from having your leg crushed on the job. The least I could do is look after you and let you stay the night. Besides, Chris would want you to stay.” post-tsunami fics my beloveds <3 it genuinely makes me so happy to see new ones pop up, and this is truly an excellent one!! i love the bed-sharing especially!

you need a friendly hand (and i need action) | AmZamReads | 13.1k | E

Eddie picks up pottery as a hobby and accidentally blows up on Instagram for "accidentally" posting thirst traps of him throwing on the wheel. Buck stumbles across the account and immediately becomes obsessed with Eddie's hands, and horny shenanigans ensues. this fic makes me wish i could make pottery. i love eddie's pottery friends!! and a lovely buddie dynamic too <3

[jays-rus]

Drunk on love

Jason Todd-

"Pussy drunk" Jason Todd — after a rough patrol, he’s so desperate for you that he loses all self-control. You ride him hard, pushing him past his limits until he’s crying, babbling incoherently, body spasming from overstimulation, nearly passing out from the intensity. You don't stop until he's completely broken and ruined under you

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Jason Todd, a man well known for his attitude and the way his aura just screams dont fuck with me, but when hes with you…the whole world just melts away, all the horrors leave his mind and he allows his body to relax. 

Jasons on patrol right now, in his Red Hood getup. His gaze focused on a few penguin thugs, he watched from above…observing, listening. Finally he jumps down, engaging in a fight. The fight lasts quite a bit, Jason taking a few hard hits and his blood dripping down his side from one of the men stabbing him. 

He lets out a loud hiss, retaliating by hitting the poor man so hard you can hear his ribs break. Jason holds his side where the stab wound is and limps off into an alleyway, he patches himself up half assed.

He grumbles and slowly starts making his way back to your shared apartment, hoisting himself up the fire escape ladder and climbing his way up the steps to your 23rd floor window. He lifts it and stumbles into the apartment, making a loud crash noise.

The light flickers on and he's met with a glaring you, arms crossed and glaring at him. Jason sighs, still a crumpled heap on the floor, “Hey mi amor” he says sweetly, hoping to soften you a bit so he doesn't get too much of a lecture.

“Oh down you ‘Mi Amor’ me Jason Todd” You say sternly, walking infront if him, glaring down at him with anger in your eyes, “You were meant to be home 4 hours ago, at 12am, it's now 4 am….” you say angrily.

He stares up at you, feeling guilty “I’m sorry cariño, i'm sorry. I got caught up with a few thugs” he says with an apologetic look on his face. 

You squat down to his level, “Do you know how angry I am with you? You didn't call or text to update me…that's not what Good Boys do, is it?.” You say grabbing his chin roughly, making his eyes meet your gaze. 

He freezes, his body tensing up “N-no ma’am” he says with a shiver. You tilt your head, applying pressure to his jaw. “Then why did you do it? Did you want to make me angry on purpose?” You say with a dark look, your voice as smooth as velvet.

He shakes his head quickly, “N-no!” he says, you just laugh darkly, “Mi amor, did you have a rough night on patrol tonight? Does big bad Red Hood need mommy to help him relax?” you ask, making your voice deeper and slurty.

“I-i yes…please, m-mommy” he says softly looking down embarrassed. “Good boy, now go change and go lay on the bed for mommy and ill be in there in a few minuets…” you say sternly. 

He nods and scurrys to the bedroom, limping. He changes quickly, stripping down so hes completely bare. His cock already hard and leaking. He has the urge to touch himself but he resists knowing he’d be punished if he was caught.

A few minuets pass before you come into the room, bare your whole body on display. You see him sprawled out on the bed and coo at him, “Look at my sweet handsome baby” you say approaching the bed, crawling up next to him. 

You grab his hair and pull his neck to the side, leaning down and kissing his neck, leaving hickies and love bites on his neck. He lets out deep whines, hips bucking up to get friction. 

You smile and move to sit on his stomach, away from his leaking weepy cock. Watching as he frowns when he doesn't get the friction he so desperately wants.

“P-please, ill be a good boy. Please its starting to hurt” Jason whines. Hips bucking up. You glare and smack him harshly, “Ill touch you when i decide you've earned it..so far you havent, try and hold out for me, and then maybe ill think about letting you have a release.” you say darkly to him.

You watch as his eyes widen with desire and then he whimpers. As you lower yourself closer to his weeping cock he bucks his hips, that earns him a sharp slap on the cheek. “You’re not being a good boy, no moving or i’ll leave you like this. Hard and aching for release.” You say darkly.

He whines but nods, you smile “Good boy” You say grabbing his cock and rubbing it between your folds. Watching as his eyes close from pleasure, the way his hands want to reach for you, but hes holding himself back for you.

Finally you sink down on his hard cock, his precum making it slide right in. You let out a soft moan at the stretch, always amazed by how big he is no matter how many times you guys have sex. The stretch burns but its addicting, you watch his eyes roll back as you move you hips slowly. 

“You can touch me now baby” You say cooing softly at him, watching as his hands immediately fly to your hips, trying to make you move faster. “Patients baby, mommy wants to take her time with you” He lets out a strangled moan at your words. “O-oh fuck, mommy, please” he begs you, not really knowing what hes begging for. 

“Please what baby? You going to cum already?” You coo at him mocking him. He nods, his toes curling; the veins in his neck popping out as he nears his climax. 

Just when hes about to cum you stop, he whines out “w-why?” he asks confused, “No cumming yet baby” You say before moving again, watching as his eyes roll back in his head, his hands drop from your waist and move to clench the sheets with so much force his knuckles turn white. “Such a Good Boy for mommy, look at you, so pretty.” you mutter picking up the pace, watching as he comes undone again.

Just when hes about to cum again you stop all movement. He whines again, a choked sob leaving him, “Oh please, pleasepleaseplease let me cum, oh god please mommy” he says babbling on, tears streaming down his face. 

You smile down at him, an evil smirk on your face. You move you hips again, this time fast. The sounds of skin slapping can be heard plap plap plap plap the sound wet and nasty. Jasons eyes roll back and then you feel warmth fill you, you help him ride out his orgasm. 

Once he begins to come down, you move your hips again. Overstimulation consuming him, you watch his eyes roll back again. Watching as he scrambles to hold your hips down, desperately trying to stop the overstimulation but to no avail. 

You keep bouncing on his cock, feeling as it grows again. He cries tears, begging you to stop but then it turns to pleads of more, “N-no more, no more please….o-oh fuck, oh fuck…more more more, more please” he says pawing at your hips.

You giggle watching him babble, you keep going until he cums again, filling you up. But that doesnt stop your brutal pace. You keep going, milking him until hes shooting blanks. 

His hands are now clawing at your hips “P-please baby…t-to much please to much” he crys out. You smile down at him

���One more baby, you can give me one more” You say speeding up again, drawing another dry orgasm from him, he cries out in pain as the orgasm shoots through him. His toes curl and his tears flow freely, his hair a wreck.

You finally stop and climb off of him. “Good Boy you did so well baby” 

@kasarian

[zloy-kto]

࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ࿐ Arcane Headcanons ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ࿐

I hope you enjoy these! I'm going to write some small headcanons for the characters: Steb, Nooshy, Steb x Nooshy, Howl (why no lol??)

FIRST OF ALL FOR YOU, DEAR @traskodjur *smack smack* Okay, I'll write both sfw and nsfw, be careful!! I'll mark nsfw in pink UwU

English is not my native language, guys, sorry!!!

Steb

He doesn't talk much, but he loves to listen to you. After a day with you, silence becomes unusual for him

It's hard for you to understand what he's thinking, but the wiggling of the scales on his face lets you know if he likes something or not

When you're alone, he'll purr sweet nothings in your ear in French (I love the idea of ​​him being French, go ahead and kill me) and stroke your back

He likes to hold hands. His fingers are long and warm, just right to wrap around your little hand

He's reserved on the outside, but deep down he melts every time you smile at him when you meet him. If there weren't people around, this puddle-fish would rush to hug you himself

He's had a very restless sleep since the war. Often wakes up from nightmares and the first thing he does is try to feel you on the bed. When he succeeds, he sighs with relief, pins you under him as if he wants to protect you, and falls back asleep

He is the one who will put a band-aid on your finger and kiss it, just to make you smile

He likes to admire you when you are working, cooking, or just relaxing. I am sure that his favorite pastime is watching you sleep. It makes him feel calm

At night, he automatically listens to your heartbeat

He doesn't have very sharp teeth, but that won't stop him from biting your neck if you ask (please ask, he wants it)

He has a demi-penis, ribbed and quite large (I'm not ashamed)

He likes to make love after a hard day at work, slowly, gently, to show you how much he loves you and to let you relax

He likes to pin your hands to the bed when he wants to show you who's boss. He turned out to be stronger than you thought

He moans loudly, at first he was embarrassed by this and tried to bite the pillow to be quieter

After sex, he likes to put you on his chest to stroke your head until you fall asleep

In fact, he was ready to take you right at work when you decided to tease him. He walked home with one single desire and you're lucky if he doesn't take you right in the hallway

Loves to look into your eyes, especially when he hangs over you, presses your body into the bed and confidently moves inside your pussy, slowly stretching it

Nooshy

She has excellent spatial orientation thanks to echolocation. Her ears twitch funny every time she listens. In a crowd, she can easily distinguish your voice and run to you

She loves kisses. She will kiss you on both cheeks several times, because she can and because she wants to

Sometimes she squeaks and chirps like a bat. Who knows what she is talking about… (Bragging to Scar about her love, lol!)

Do you sleep badly? She will pick out the perfect herbal tincture for you! You will sleep like a log

You should not cross the herbalist, if she decides to poison you - you will not even notice

Nushi took poison in small doses throughout her life, so she has a slight immunity to it (- Darling, this mushroom is poisonous… - oh… /continues chewing/… cool!)

Knows all the plants in the area. Ask her anything and you'll get an hour-long lecture

She's a medic. However, if standard medicine doesn't help you, herbs, tinctures, and homemade medicines will come into play

The little bat is actually terribly worried about you. If you get seriously hurt, she'll secretly cry and blame herself for not protecting you

She loves to chat if the other person shows interest. If you're silent, she'll also go quiet and awkwardly look at the floor

She loves to be touched. Hug her, hold her hands, and she'll be at your disposal

She's embarrassed by her moans. You'll have to take her pillow away to hear anything other than heavy sighs and chirping

She tries not to bite because she's afraid of hurting you

Her back and inner thighs are her erogenous zone, she gets goosebumps running down her spine when you touch her

Her ears are also quite sensitive

She doesn't have a very big libido, but she almost never refuses you. If it happens that she doesn't want to make love, she'll grumble and make excuses in every possible way

She has quite curvy thighs. If you want her to smother you with them, she won't refuse

She loves sucking/licking. No need to ask twice, just spread your legs and she's there! (Does anyone have a fetish for swallowing cum? She does)

She loves the cowgirl position, often tries to sit on you, and will grumble if you don't let her do it at least once

Steb x Nooshy

Lovebirds. Everyone in the area knew about their feelings for each other, everyone except them

It took them a while to realize their feelings and confess to each other. Nooshy did it first

After the war, Nooshy helped Steb treat the wounded, they stayed in the hospital until the night and often fell asleep together

Nooshy joined the Piltover police when she was 16, with fake documents and one desire: to track Silko assets on the surface and give information to Ekko. Steb does not know about this, until now

Bat is not embarrassed to kiss her lover in public, she damn enjoys watching how embarrassed he is, but does not dare to move away

They bought an old house, in the backyard of which there was an abandoned greenhouse, in which there was a small pond. Nooshy put the greenhouse in order, and Steb likes to spend time in the pond (the fish are swimming, gurgle-gurgle)

Nooshy can't swim (okay, she can, but like a stone), but she likes to lie on Steb's chest when he's relaxing in the pond or in the bath

They understand each other without words, by their looks, breathing, or small gestures. People around them think that they have one brain for both of them, and they don't deny it

Nooshy often sleeps snuggled up to Steb. They can't fall asleep alone, so if one of them doesn't want to go to bed, the other one will wait for him and stay awake

Steb once didn't find her in bed at night. Frightened, he ran around the whole house until he found his mouse in the backyard, admiring the moon. They sat there together the rest of the night

They often cook together, eat together, and then walk hand in hand to work. Such simple gestures help them feel closer to each other

They both love children. At Camp Firelights, Nooshy often took care of the little ones, even Scar's daughter, treating them and playing with them. Steb also liked to watch the children (they will have a daughter in the future)

Steb loves to read, and Nooshy loves to listen. In the evenings, she likes to lie on his lap while he quietly mutters the text of the book to himself. She hears everything

Howl (bonuss!!)

He is the same race as Steb

He comes from Zaun, he likes to attend underground fights as a fighter, often coming out on top but with a lot of injuries

He solves problems with force, he is not one of those who like to talk (he is as mute as a fish, ha!), but one of those who will hit at the first opportunity

He growls, bares his teeth and seethes as a sign of threat

He likes to scare the police. Some do not risk getting involved with a savage, and some - get into a fight, which is to his advantage

He ties his fins on his head into a ponytail so that they do not interfere with him

He is not picky about food at all, he will eat everything that you cook for him and will praise you a lot

He will try to treat his boyfriend/girlfriend tenderly. He is not prone to serenades and words of love, but he will show it differently: protect you, maybe steal for you some beautiful thing that you liked

He likes your smell, he buries his nose in the top of your head/neck and stands like that for several minutes, inhaling and purring contentedly

Very, very, VERY vocal and loud. During a fight, he screams and howls, put a muzzle on this savage

He has rough, rough fingers, so he strokes you with caution, as if he does not want to harm

Jealous, sometimes possessive. If you are his lover, he will drive away other potential partners from you with his gaze. If a man who hits on you does not understand his hint, he will not disdain to start a fight

He likes to mark. Bites, spanks, this bastard can be a real sadist if you agree to such experiments. He also likes it when you bite him, the harder the better (let this fool bleed and he will lose his mind)

He also has a demi-penis, big, but not thick

If in the middle of sex you feel pain\bad, he will immediately stop. Let him look stern and rough, at such moments he will stroke you, calm you down and kiss your temple. Do not expect that you will continue fucking this evening

He rarely wants sex, but if it happens - nothing will save you, excuses will stop immediately, as you will be pressed against the wall, and his breath will burn your neck. He will be ready to pounce on you like an animal, but if you feel bad\really do not want intimacy, he will make do with a masturbate

Howl loves it when you touch him. Roughly or gently, he will be delighted, even if you don't immediately understand it

He is resilient. He can pound your body into the bed for an hour, enjoying your moans. Drive his hips into yours, squeeze your hands and growl contentedly

He loves listening to your moans, he will not allow you to muffle them for a moment, he will hold your chin and ask you in a languid whisper to moan louder for him

if any of you want to interact with howl?? lol i'm waiting for you in private messages!

[dangerpronebuddie]

hi maggie 🥰

70 for the 100 kiss prompts please!!

Hi Nolan 🥰

I loved this one! Hope you like it darling 💕

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night 30/?

70. An accidental kiss that confuses you both, but only a moment passes before you crash your lips back against each other's

Summary:

“Actions speak louder than words,” Eddie shrugs. “Goodnight,” he smiles, leaning in for a quick kiss.

“Night,” Buck says softly, meeting him in the middle.

Wait a minute.

Eddie pulls back like he's been shocked. And he has. In way more ways than one.

(read below!)

They're sitting on Eddie's couch, talking over some (admittedly dull) action movie Chim recommended, one night they both managed to have free.

Eddie had ended things with Marisol at the makeshift wedding in the hospital, and hasn't been eager to "get back out there." He still doesn't know why he decided then was the best time, but it was for the best. When you spend the entire day wishing you could marry your best friend and not your girlfriend, there's something wrong with the relationship.

Buck and Tommy had decided to stay friends, and the three of them still got together often for fights or a beer, (no basketball. Not again), and Buck hasn't jumped back into dating yet.

And, with Chris being the social butterfly Eddie never was, the kid was at yet another sleepover, leaving Buck and Eddie without any plans.

So, pizza and about three beers later, Buck is deciding whether to stay the night. Something he hasn't done in months. Not since he came to Eddie after the lightning.

“Come on, do you really want to drive home at one in the morning?” Eddie reasons. He pretends his reasons for offering the couch are noble. They're actually… kinda pathetic. Be in love with your best friend and try to keep your dignity, or your sanity.

Buck smiles and sips his beer. “If I didn't know any better I'd say you've missed me.”

I always miss you when you go, Eddie doesn't say. “Oh yeah. I don't know how I manage to sleep without your snoring as a lullaby,” he says instead, tugging on a curl behind Buck's ear.

Buck gently elbows him in the ribs. “If that's your way to convince me…”

“I never said my negotiation techniques were good,” Eddie shrugs.

“They're terrible,” Buck scoffs, earning himself an elbow to the ribs right back. He giggles and ducks his head with a smile, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. “Okay, I'll stay. Wouldn't want you to have to sleep without my snoring as your white noise machine.”

“What do you know? My negotiation techniques worked!” Eddie grins.

Buck rolls his eyes and shoves at his shoulder. “I will never admit it.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” Eddie shrugs. “Goodnight,” he smiles, leaning in for a quick kiss.

“Night,” Buck says softly, meeting him in the middle.

Wait a minute.

Eddie pulls back like he's been shocked. And he has. In way more ways than one.

He has no idea what made him do it.

Maybe the box holding his feelings for Buck had finally exploded. Maybe his brain got up the courage without telling him the plan. Maybe it was the easy affection they'd been exchanging recently. Shoulder touches, lingering hugs, knees pressed together in the engine or on the couch.

Maybe it was just Buck.

Either way, Eddie feels like he's been struck by lightning again.

Judging by the wide eyed stare he's getting from Buck, he's at least not alone in his confusion.

“Eds,” Buck whispers, glancing at Eddie's lips.

“I'm sor-”

Buck surges forward, stealing the words from his lips and cupping his cheek. Eddie sighs into the kiss and melts against him, reaching up to card his fingers through soft curls.

Buck grips Eddie's hips, nudging him until he gets the message. Eddie throws a leg over Buck and straddles him, never once breaking their kiss.

He has no idea what's happening. But there's no way he's going to stop it.

Buck slips his hands beneath Eddie's henley, splaying his palms on his ribs as he teases the seam of his lips apart. Eddie makes a soft noise as Buck licks into his mouth. He tangles his fingers in Buck's curls and settles more firmly in his lap.

They kiss until the need for oxygen separates them. Eddie rests his forehead against Buck's. Buck traces nonsensical patterns on Eddie's lower back.

“Guess actions really do speak louder than words,” Buck smirks. Eddie kisses the expression off his face.

“Stay,” Eddie whispers, and it feels right. Asking Marisol to stay always made something sour twist in his gut.

All he feels now is butterflies, giddy and fizzy like champagne.

“That was the plan,” Buck says with a cheeky grin.

“Stay,” Eddie says again, pouring everything it's too soon to say into the word.

I want you, stay. Don't sleep on the couch, stay. I love you, stay.

Buck presses a soft kiss to his lips, just like their first kiss and yet somehow completely different. “Okay. I'll stay. For as long as you want me.”

“Forever,” Eddie whispers before kissing him again.

From 100 kiss prompts

[ineffablecabbage]

for the domestic prompt... Benton/Carter #47 🥺

(lol I was trying to keep these drabble, double drabble or triple drabble size. Messed around and fucked up. ~ 1459 words)

Jackie didn't like being wrong about things, but at certain point, she had to admit that Walt had the situation with John Carter figured out long before she ever did.

Neither of them quite knew what to think when Peter brought the gangly… young… white med student home for Thanksgiving dinner. But Peter had insisted that their mother had invited him - something that their mother confirmed once or twice, though her word in those days could never truly be taken at face value - and the kid had the look on him like someone had just kicked his puppy, so Jackie had served him a plate and tried not to ignore how … close he clung to everything Peter said or did.

"He doesn't know any of you, and he had a rough day," Peter told her in the kitchen. "Give him more of grandma's mac and cheese that you perfected, and he'll warm up to you."

Men always compliment you when they're up to something, Grandma had said once.

"That's true," Walt agreed. "White people do love their cheese."

And to his credit, John Carter did look up at her with those sad little puppy eyes and tell her how he'd never had anything this delicious in his life, and thank her for her hospitality, and well… it was easy to see why her brother and her mother had been so easily charmed.

Her brother would deny being charmed, but Jackie had known her brother all his life, thank you very much, and if anyone else had looked at him and said "I've never had sweet potato pie," he would have called them a tasteless heathen. Instead, Peter gave the boy two slices and told him not to insult anyone by telling them pumpkin was better.

"Pumpkin is a little heavier on the spice," John Carter had commented. "The sweet potato is lighter and sweeter. Some people might prefer the spice."

Walt had elbowed her in the ribs then, and she had told him to be quiet. "It's a metaphor, Jackie. We should tell Peter that he's just been compared to a pumpkin pie, so he can be furious that he got to be the inferior pie," he whispered, because Walt never listened to her good advice.

Later when John Carter listened to each of her children in turn talk their various levels of nonsense - despite the heavy lids that the carb coma and turkey were giving him - Jackie sat between her mother and Walt and listened to Peter cleaning up the dishes in the kitchen. Her mother patted her hand and said, "Peter has nice friends, don't you think, Jackie?"

Walt had chuckled, and Jackie had elbowed him and told him to be quiet again. "Yes, Mama," she'd said.

"Ate all his pie," her mother had said. "Cleaned his whole plate. You know, you and Petey were both fussy eaters. Gave me and your father such fits."

"Well, family takes all types," Walt said, and Jackie elbowed the man again, because he didn't know how to be quiet at all.

Later, after company had gone and Mama had gone to bed, Walt declared, "That man is gonna be coming to Sunday dinners before all is said and done, mark my words."

"You talk too much, Walt," she said. "And that'll never happen. Peter's never even dated a white woman, and you have him out here dating a white man. And a student at that. That boy can't be much more than what? 23?"

"He won't always be his student," Walt answered. "And it's the 90s, Jackie. Your brother works with white people in a white hospital all day long… to borrow John Carter's metaphor, maybe he might decide he wants to try a different flavor of pie."

"If you use that metaphor again, you're sleeping on the couch until next Sunday dinner," Jackie grumbled.

Walt had laughed, and they had dropped it.

~*~

Time passed, of course, and Peter decided to make all sorts of terrible choices in his dating life. First, he decided to date a married woman. Oh, Walt loved to talk about that. ("You suppose that little white boy was married?") Then there was Carla, and oh, Lord, she was even worse. That was a fact. Now, Jackie will always love her nephew, but his mother was an entire mess and a half. Walt loved to talk about that, too. ("John Carter never insulted your cornbread.")

And after that, Peter apparently decided to dance on their father's grave and date a white woman, after all.

On the day they found that out, Walt did have to sleep on the couch, he was so insufferable.

~*~

More time passed, of course, and eventually, little brothers left to their own devices will almost stumble into making the right choices. Peter even started to date a stable, sane Black woman for a while - a fellow doctor and pediatrician.

"She seems nice," Jackie told him, during a Sunday dinner in which they were actually graced with his presence for a change. "Couldn't she get the day off?"

Peter shrugged. "It seemed a little early to be inviting her to Sunday dinner, don't you think?"

Walt laughed, and as they were doing the dishes, Walt told her firmly, "That man is never inviting that woman to this house for Sunday dinner."

"Oh, he will too."

"If she ever shows up, I'm gonna ask her if she's ever met John Carter."

"You will not."

~*~

There were only a few times that Jackie remembered hearing her little brother's voice break, and those are moments Jackie didn't like to think about at all. So when the phone call in the middle of the night woke her, asking if she could keep an eye on Reese for the night, because "something has happened," she knew it had to be bad.

She knew, because her little brother's voice broke in the middle of his request; he cleared his throat twice trying to regain composure.

She gave him the dignity he was trying to get back. "Sure, Peter. It's not a problem."

Later, when he came to pick Reese up, he would tell her that John Carter was injured, but he wouldn't tell her how. He will tell her that John Carter's useless parents had stayed in Tokyo.

Now, Jackie couldn't imagine either going to Tokyo or staying there if one of her children needed her. If one of her children were hurt, she would sooner try to swim the ocean herself than stay away from them.

She hadn't seen John Carter in years, but did remember that sweet boy who had been kind to her mother, to her children, and to her, and she knew he didn't deserve any hurt. She also watched the way her brother's fists shook with unleashed hurt, fury, or a combination of the two as he clenched them during his retelling of the failures of these sorry ass parents that John Carter had been given.

"When he gets out of the hospital, stop by, and I'll fix him a plate," Jackie told him. "Nobody should have to go home to take-out."

The hug Peter gave her on the way out was as tight as the one he gave her at Mama's funeral.

Walt haunted the doorway while Peter poured out his heart. After Peter left, Walt didn't say anything, but he didn't have to.

~*~

It was two years and two deaths after that fateful night that John Carter did in fact show up for Sunday dinner.

Now, Jackie didn't like being wrong, but a lot of years had passed since that Thanksgiving evening. John Carter was still very gangly and very … white and very … male, but he was no longer very young. And their family had shrunk enough by that point that Jackie could not see the point in shrinking it even further.

Then, of course, there was Peter.

Peter, who looked so damn happy with John Carter by his side that Jackie could almost forgive the fact that her little brother had fallen in love with a man who had never had collard greens in his life.

Their father would be scandalized.

But daddy wasn't here, and little Reese was. Little Reese who was no longer as little as he once was. Little Reese, who sat next to John Carter after dinner and signed excitedly to him, the same level of nonsense that Jackie's own children had, years before - including the one who will never attend another Sunday dinner again.

"What did I tell you?" Walt said, triumphantly, after the three of them had departed for the day. "Sunday dinners, Jackie. I called it. Years ago, I called it."

"Yes, you did," Jackie agreed. "Looks like you were right."

"You aren't gonna argue with me about it?" Walt asked in surprise.

"No," Jackie answered.

She was not, because while Jackie didn't usually like being wrong… every now and then… there were exceptions.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Revelations Supports we could have gotten for Lilith if IS weren't cowards

Jakob- I wanna see their work dynamic, does Jakob respect her or is he an asshole or an asshole who respects her, how does she bounce off of him does she rib him back or what.

Felicia- Felicia tries to help Lilith take care of the animals and it doesn't go well, she does decently with pegasi though as Hoshidan pegasi kinda just don't give a shit

Flora- Secret Big Sister Club they're friendship is beautiful and I think it should be explored more

Not-Gunter- You Aren't My Dad. I mean you're my Father but Not My Dad.

Bonus Gunter in Conquest- You Aren't My Father and I don't know how to handle having a Dad.

Selena- Hi Corrin I'm stealing your fish maid and making sure she's properly socialized, see she's hissing she needs this

Laslow- "why are you being nice to me" "Well your old man wasn't exactly specific which child we need to look after... are you crying I'm sorry please stop crying or feel free to cry I'm here for you" "shut up"

Odin- "Pray Tell, My Mermaidian Benefactor, whenceforth do these constellations dwell, the mystery brings my blood to a boil at the idea of the legends and secrets they could hold." "... sorry translating... I'm not a fish and they're other dimensions and deeprealms, there's no legends or anything to them." "That cannot stand, surely divising the tales of these stars must be our calling!"

Beruka: "While the leaves of this plant are commonly used as herbs, the roots are extremely toxic and can be used to poison your enemies. You did come out of nowhere with knowledge of who Corrin was" "Beruka please it's just for cooking, I'm not an assassin. I'm trying to leave that life behind me. I mean I didn't say that, I'm not a threat to Corrin" " ...I understand"

Nyx- Trying really hard to see if there's an answer to Nyx's problem somewhere in the multiverse, Lilith's problem got fixed, why wouldn't hers? Also bonding over being stuck in a form that they don't want.

Silas- *Spiderman pointing meme* who are you *5 seconds later* me and the bestie

Kaze- excuse me, I am the one who does the serving, not being served, stop doing my job

Saizo- I know where you are man. We're in MY pocket dimension I know where everyone is stop stalking me and Corrin or I'm kicking you out. Give us some Moro darned privacy

Azama- heyy I heard your God answered your prayer and then left you in a fishy form for months? Have you maybe considered Nihilism *gets stabbed* that's fair

Setsuna- how do you even get in traps? I don't even put traps in here? Genuinely do you have reality warping powers that just put you in traps? Walk me through exactly how you got in this situation

Orochi- Congratulations! I've decided you're absolutely Lady Mikoto's daughter whether that's true or not because you look. . . Exactly like the kind of pathetic soul she'd take in if you weren't hiding while she was alive.

Reina- "I see a lot of Lady Mikoto when she was younger in you, she wasn't always the calm leader she was before she passed, if you need anyone killed just let me know" "are you asking that in a caring way or you just want to kill someone" "it can be both"

Oboro- oh boy I sure do enjoy designing Corrin's outfit with tasteful and avant-garde references to their dragon form and sure do hope that I'm not about to get jumpscared by the fashion police

Takumi- we both have a lot going on but neither of us are prepared to throw a stone in our glass houses. Whoever successfully convinces the other they need therapy wins.

Kana- they called me Auntie and I'm crying, if anything were to happen to them I would kill everyone and then myself

i love these so much <3333

[weirdbeancurd]

A Lesson Learned- Tickle Fic

@softer-sunny @nyforceuser @secretly-tword-obsessed I loved the star wars content y'all do, and thought you might enjoy! (Sorry if this tag bothers you, I can totally remove it if youd like)

"I regret introducing you guys.”

“It's not my fault you were such an embarrassing cadet. Like that time during a training sim where you-”

“Bly. Do you ever shut up?”

“Hey, have some respect. That's your ori’vod you're speaking to.”

“Fuck you, Boil.”

The man snickers.

He's lucky Cody doesn't have his blaster on him right now.

He doesn't think he could resist the urge to shoot his brother, if only to stop him from spilling any more humiliating secrets.

It was a collaborative mission, and the good commander found himself occupying the same ship as a couple batchmates. Wolffe’s pack and Bly’s battalion were set to join them for several rotations, and they decided to take advantage of their free time before it all inevitably goes to hell. Unfortunately for Cody, his batchmate's version of “hanging out” is telling his troopers about their shared childhood…and all the dumb things their marshal commander did as a tubie. Wolffe just sits back, occasionally adding on a detail or two, each somehow more embarrassing than the last. Waxer and Boil are listening intently; he thinks he even saw one of them taking notes at some point. Bly was giving an animated recollection of the time after training where a very concussed Cody called Alpha-17 “dad.” As if he could ever forget. Cody can feel his patience running thin.

“-and then he goes ‘stop worryin’ about me, dad,’ and immediately passes out. Funniest thing I've ever seen-”

“Don't forget how he drooled on Alpha’s shoulder while being carried to the medbay.”

“Oh, yeah. How could I leave that out?”

Cody frowns, giving the most deadpan expression he can manage.

"Stop scowling at me, man.” Waxer groans. “Your face is gonna get stuck that way. Or maybe it already has, maybe that's why you never look happy.”

“Believe it or not, the sourpuss can smile.”

“Cody? Smiling? Are we talking about the same vod?”

Said man rolls his eyes.

“It seems impossible, I know, but he is capable of it- laughing too.” Bly says.

“Blasphemy. Lies. I’ll believe it when I see it.” Waxer’s face is set in faux seriousness.

“It can be kinda difficult, but there are a couple things that get him to crack.” His face lights up. Cody doesn't like that look. “Oh my god, Wolffe. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

The commander eyes him up and down and smirks. His blood runs cold. They wouldn't possibly- no. They wouldn't.

“I think so. Cody, c’mere.”

Fuck. They would.

“I don't think I want to.”

“Come on, what’re you so afraid of?”

There's a moment where no one dares make a move. Then Cody bolts in the opposite direction like his life’s on the line. He’s immediately tackled by Wolffe, already used to his brother being a flight risk. They wrestle to the ground, all kicks and sharp elbows. Bly makes himself known, quickly slotting his arms under Cody's own, helping his brother pin him down. He pulls Cody taut so that he's near flat on his back. He almost catches an elbow to the chin, but the payoff will soon be worth it.

“You should know by now that there's no escaping us.”

“A tragedy. I pray everyday for some peace and quiet.”

“Uh, guys? What’s going on?” Boil asks, clearly missing something. Wolffe chuckles. The dangerous glint in his eyes would've killed a lesser man.

“You want proof this stick in the mud can smile, huh? Well, here's your proof, soldier.”

He digs his fingers into his brother’s ribs, and Cody slams his mouth shut, choking on the protest he had ready. His body twists and turns, trying to escape the electric sparks that dance up his torso. Dammit. He can already feel the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

“No. Fucking. Way.” Waxer mumbles.

“Holy kriff, the commander’s ticklish?!” Boil looks absolutely delighted. “Oh, this is incredible.”

“Ngh! D-dead to me. All of you,” Cody grits out, a grin finally breaking out on his face.

“Heyyy, there's those pearly whites! Ain't he adorable, vode?” Bly coos, smirking at how his face reddens. His eyes gesture at Wolffe, who instantly understands. “I think I'd like to hear some laughter, though. Take it away, Wolffe.”

The clone suddenly darts his hands behind him, pinching at the commander's knees. Cody lets out a yelp unfit for a war-hardened soldier, huffing quiet giggles that quickly rises in pitch and volume.

“Ah! Shihit! Wolffe! Wolffehe, stohop!”

“You were right. This is adorable.”

“What can I say, I’m a man of my word.”

“Stop acting lihike I’m not hehehere!”

“Did you guys just hear something?”

“Ohohoh, eat sHIT-” He's cut off by the hands switching to squeezing his thighs. “Wolffe nohohoHO!”

Each squeeze is accompanied by a swarm of tingles; it's unbearable, but he can't lift his legs with his asshole of a brother sitting on his hips. He settles for scraping his shoes against the floor in desperation. He really wishes standard issue shoes had more traction.

Bly smiles down at his vod’ika, distracted by the rare sound of his laughter. It sounds like home, with its warm timbre and the way his voice gets higher when their fingers graze someplace sensitive. Turns out, he shouldn't have been reminiscing with a highly trained soldier in his arms. Cody finally elbows him in the chin, using the opening to squeeze out from under Wolffe and try to make a run for it. Try being the key word. Bly recovers quick, whirling around and pouncing on the man's back while he's trying to stand. Cody ends up on his stomach this time. He groans.

“Maker, I need new brothers.”

“You don't mean that,” Bly says, rolling up his sleeves. “You love us. Maybe not after this, though. Hey, Waxer, Boil. Do you wanna learn a trick to get commander killjoy to loosen up a little?”

“Hell yes.”

“Boy, do I.”

Now that makes Cody's eyes widen. He can feel the anticipation creeping up on him, making his hairs stand on end.

“Hold on a minute-”

“Sorry, Codes. It's two against one. You’ve been outvoted, vod.” Bly says, solemn.

His soon-to-be victim hides his face in crossed arms. He's so fucked. Like, royally fucked. All he can do is accept his fate.

And then Bly starts pushing his shirt up and his acceptance turns to panic.

“Wait. Waitwaitwait. Bly plea-” His hands press against the tile, trying to push himself up, but to no avail. Instead of begging, the noise that comes out of his mouth is somehow even more embarrassing. A high pitched squeak rings out, pulled from his lips by a finger running up his spine. The room is silent before his brothers burst into laughter. Okay, no. He's hiding his face again.

“Oho my god! How’d you even make that sound?”

“Stop talking,” he grumbles behind his arms.

“That's not even the best part. Watch.”

Nothing could've prepared him for the sensation of ten fingers scribbling across his bare shoulder blades, not even ARC training. It was like a thousand volts shooting up his back. He can't hold in his laughter even if he tries, so Cody shoves his face deeper into his arms, trying to become one with the floor. Meanwhile, the men marvel at the waves of boyish giggles that pour from his lips, a stark contrast from the stoic image he usually upholds.

“Ah-shihihiHIt! Gehet ohohoff!” He whines.

“Oh yeah,” Bly says, not even looking up from where his eyes are trained on Cody's worst spots. “This is a great way to get him to stop being a workaholic. Tires him out, too.”

When he escapes, they are in so much trouble. His giggles become frantic when Bly grinds a knuckle into his back dimples. He wonders if he can get them court martialed for this.

“I once got him to fork over his lunch ration by doing this,” Wolffe comments, kneeling at his side to loom over him, Bly still keeping him pinned.Needless to say, Cody loses his shit when his traitor of a brother places a raspberry on that spot riiiiight below his shoulder blades.

“FUCK! FUHUHUHUCK! STAHAHA!”

He's given up on trying to salvage his dignity. It's been shattered, stomped on, absolutely destroyed by now. His pleas aren't even coherent with how hard he's cackling. One of his hands moves to clutch at his hair, just for something to grab on to.

“I’m not sure if the regulations approve that sort of language, sir.” That's it, Waxer's on fresher duty for the next month.

Thankfully, Wolffe has mercy before he starts wheezing, ruffling his hair. Bly gets up and takes a seat beside him, patting his shoulder. Cody can't be bothered to swat them off.

“So,” Bly starts, “I presume this experience was very informative, boys?”

“Oh, yes. We’ve been taking notes.”

They ignore whatever insult Cody mumbles into his arms, still face down on the floor. Fuck, they were right. He is tired; his bunk sounds real comfortable right about now.

“I do hope you enjoy your rest, Commander.” A distinct coruscanti accent has everyone turning heads.

The high general of the 212th battalion is leaning against the doorframe, a warm smile on his lips. It looks good there, he thinks. Cody's face flushes. The vode chuckle, giving him a knowing look.

“And before you ask, I have been standing here for quite a while, but don't let me ruin your fun,” he turns to exit, but stops before he leaves their sight.

“Oh, and commander?”

Cody responds with a flustered sound.

“You may want to seek out Helix, your face is a tad red.”

God, he's never going to live this down.

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Request here my dear

Villain offers a massage to hero because they know how exhausted he is after so many battles. Villain is very skilled and relaxes hero but when the hero has to get up he realises hes got a bit of an issue in his pants :)

Give us some sexual tension don't be shy ;)

"I get it," the villain said. "That much responsibility on your back. No wonder you're stiff."

The villain smiled to themselves as they dug their fingernails into the hero's back, dragging them down. And they weren't the only one enjoying it: the hero moaned in response and curled his back a little. To remind the hero who was in charge, they pressed him back into the bed and tutted.

"But I am still surprised that you crawled to me and begged me to either punch or hug you. Our golden boy is really at his limits, hm?" The villain put a flat hand on the hero's back and rubbed gently. The hero had been in their apartment quite a few times already. Never on his own terms, it was mostly the villain dragging him here to stitch his wounds. But admittedly, the villain enjoyed not being alone.

"I had a long week," he said, his face half-buried in the villain's pillows.

"It's Wednesday."

"So?" he asked, more exhausted than the villain had expected.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" they asked.

"Nah." He didn't even look at them. Unfortunately, the villain got a little too distracted by him. They looked at his broad back, big muscles relaxing, his body breathing rythmically. The villain was a little hot, not really knowing where their eyes were supposed to stay. It was a little overwhelming.

"I've been told I'm great at talking. About stuff like that." The villain let their hand travel up and down the hero's back, tender fingers moving in patterns and lines. The hero took in a deep breath and his head turned around, two sleepy eyes checking out their enemy.

"I'm gonna smell like you if I keep laying here," he said.

"See it as payment. You tell me what happened and I won't kick your ass."

"You decided not to kick my ass. I wouldn't mind a fight."

"Oh, really?" Once again, the villain let their nails scratch over the hero's back and this time, the hero squeezed his eyes shut, exhaling heavily. "Do you want to beg me to break your bones? That's a strange request."

"Fine," he mumbled. "I got transferred."

"What?!"

"Yeah, like half across the country. Fucking sucks." The villain didn't know what to say. The hero was the only reason why they had moved here. He was the only reason why they stayed.

"Christ, that's not..." The villain swallowed. Their fingers were still going up and down the hero's back but the villain wasn't even aware how close their fingertips were to the hero's waist band.

"I know, I tried to argue with them but they were convinced I needed to leave the city," he said. "I hope it's not because of us but I think it is."

"What do you mean?" the villain asked but they knew exactly what he meant. They weren't allowed to do this. To be in bed together, to know where the other was staying, to stitch up each other.

It wasn't normal.

"People might know about us. I don't really care about that. Reputation or gossip - I'll still save people and I'll still love the people that I love. It doesn't matter to me what they print." He still didn't really turn his body. "Can you move your hand?"

To the villain's surprise, they discovered that their hand had been on the hero's lower back for a little too long. They found another way up the hero's back.

"So, you're moving soon?"

"Unfortunately," he said. "Believe me, I am still trying to fight it out, it's just a lot of paperwork."

Well, what exactly held the villain back, then?

They hesitated. This was stupid.

But then, they leaned over and kissed the hero's cheek. The villain felt their own heart banging against their ribs, making them almost panic. However, the hero - although he seemed surprised - pressed a kiss to their lips. It was quick and awkward and for a second, the villain could only stare at the man in their bed, the only person that was important.

He turned a little and the villain couldn't help but go in for another kiss. Harder this time, more passionate. The villain had nothing to lose now. They were tired of pretending they weren't yearning for him and his body. They were tired of pretending not to notice his muscles or his messy hair or his raspy voice in the morning. Totally tired of pretending they didn't like his dumb jokes or how he didn't even have to stand on his tip-toes to reach the villain's coffee.

"Wait..." he murmured, "get on top."

And the villain did. The hero pulled them on top easily.

"Oh. Oh."

"Don't even-" But the villain had to giggle and moved their hips a little, just to rile him up even more. He could only moan quietly and grab the villain's thighs to stop them. "You're evil."

"You deserve a good goodbye," the villain answered but in reality, they let him struggle for twenty minutes until their hand finally dove down.

[rarepairdumpster]

True Love AU

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Canonverse, Trauma Mention, First Meeting, Minor Bullying, They deserve to be together and happy and in love~

Janna being a shape-shifter who takes the shape of the person who'll love you most deeply, most truly, and Janna always comes to Silco looking like a man he's never met.

It's before the stabbing so Silco is so confused that it isn't Vander.

Janna first coming to Silco when he's little, trapped in the mines after a cave-in, and leading to him to an opening somewhere else.

The Janna apparition has the appearance of the pretty, ethereal version of Viktor, with the soft pale purple hair and gold jewelry.

She kisses Silco's forehead and pets his cheek, murmuring "It's not your time, little one," before vanishing into the grey.

Janna having the same appearance when she rescues him in the river. And now he understands. Now he knows why Janna never came to him as Vander

Silco technically drowned before he could wrap his hand around the knife, but she breathed life into him with a kiss, and giving him that spark he needed to latch onto the knife and slash it across Vander's arm.

(Only Silco can see Janna. Vander doesn't have the honour.)

Years later, Silco is up in Piltover because he gets his makeup there (it's the only type that doesn't make him break out) and he happens to spot Heimerdinger and has to steady himself when he sees the man next to him.

The colour scheme isn't the same and the staff has been swapped for a cane, but the hair looks just as thick and soft. The skin looks just as smooth. Long limbs look just as willowy.

Its him.

The one who'll love him the deepest, the truest.

And for a terrible, wonderful moment, Silco remembers soft lips crushed to his and long fingers cradling his face.

There's no way Silco can approach now though. Not when the councilor is right there. He decides to follow them to see if there is a chance that he can catch the boy alone.

His thumb taps against his lighter in his pocket like a nervous tick.

Eventually, Viktor separates from Heimerdinger because he has to attend a meeting that is above Viktor's pay grade. Silco waits several moments, watching Viktor page through his notes and bring the pen to his lips several times in thought.

Those actions just make it clear how plush Viktor's lips are, and Silco feels something stir in him before he takes a breath and approaches.

"Hello," Silco internally cringes at the fact that he couldn't think of anything better.

"I'm sorry the professor is--" Viktor looks up and sees the man that appeared to him the day he hurt his leg in the fissures when he was a boy. 

"By Janna"

Viktor surges out of his seat so fast, he almost falls over, and then the man's hands -- as scarred and rough as he remembers -- are on him, gripping his arms tight, holding him upright.

And their faces are too close now, both staring at the other.

"It's you," Viktor says, voice unsteady.

"You know me," Silco asks, voice hushed. His heart punches against his ribs.

"Your face."

And then Viktor let's out a little, uncertain laugh. 

"But your eye is different. It was white before."

Silco smirks, releasing his grip as Viktor gains his footing. "Unfortunately the last time your face appeared to me, is when I got this."

"My face appeared to you?" Viktor asks. "I hope the real thing is not a disappointment."

"Oh, far from it," Silco raises his hand, wanting to push Viktor's hair behind his ear, but stopping. "It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen until now."

Viktor's face floods with colour. Just like it had when the man appeared to him all those years ago, the warm gravel of that voice like a caress as those hands had come to rest on his leg.

At the sight of that blush, Silco feels an intense urge to see it elsewhere, right now.

"When can I see you?" Silco insists, taking hold of Viktor's hand. "Privately."

"This evening," Viktor answers reflexively, breath hitching. "I finish work at seven."

"I'll meet you here," Silco smiles softly. "Until then." He leans in and kisses Viktor's cheek, just below his eye. 

When Viktor opens his eyes, Silco is gone, but the skin where his lips were tingles.

That evening, when Silco returns, has a single soft purple flower that happens to be Viktor's favorite.

"I didn't think any florist in Piltover sold these," Viktor says, taking the flower and smelling it. 

"They don't," Silco replies, smirking at the fact that Viktor knew the flower. "It's from the lanes"

Viktor smiles, something mischievous in his eyes, and says "I know where the flower originates."

"I have a feeling that is where you originated," Silco steps forward and grabs Viktor's lapel, feeling the starched linen between his fingers. "You must be exceptional. Not many of us make it to the academy."

Viktor's heart starts thumping, feeling like the man had just grabbed his waist rather than his lapel.

No one has called him exceptional in quite a while.

Viktor licks his lips. "Are assistants exceptional?"

"Any of us that can be accepted up here are exceptional," Silco replied, "but I have a strong feeling you're not living up to your potential." He looks at Viktor as he smooths the academics lapel, letting his hand linger on his chest a little long. "You never gave me your name."

"It's Viktor," He answers softly, a little rushed. The hand lingering on his chest is warm and solid, even through his clothes. "And you?"

"Silco," He replies, reaching up and pushing the hair behind Viktor's ear that he had wanted to earlier that day. "I never thought I'd know who you really were."

Viktor's breath hitches noticeably, feeling those rough fingers skim across his bare skin.

He tries to gathers himself.

But the presence of Silco is intense, almost overpowering, as if his very breath has invaded Viktor's body.

Silco lets his hand naturally lay on the back of Viktor's neck. "Can I..."

Viktor nods.

Silco's lips meet Viktor's and it's like a shot of electricity shoots down his spine. Viktor's lips feel just like Silco remembers, down to the breath of fresh air it feels like fills his lungs with every kiss.

Viktor finds himself arching against Silco, whimpering a little, his hands fisting Silco's coat.

Silco kisses like a starving man and Viktor lets himself be devoured.

Silco wraps his other arm around Viktor's waist, holding him close and tight. Now that he found Viktor he never wanted to let him go, not with the way he fit against Silco's body like he was handcrafted for him.

Viktor could have spent forever kissing this man, but he jerks back when he hears a snide filthy sumprat pass by.

Viktor feels angry, but also feels mortified for some reason. He doesn't know why it affects him so much. It wasn't as though he hadn't heard it before.

It was a common experience, here in Piltover, no matter how well-dressed he was

Silco frowns, hating to see how the comment had affected Viktor. He curses himself internally for not at least bringing the twins with for this sort of situation. 

"Don't listen to that nonsense," Silco says, pulling Viktor back close to him and combing his fingers through his hair.

"Usually, I don't." Viktor smiles wryly, looking at Silco. But his eyes glimmer. "I suppose something made me weak."

"Darling," Silco begins, smiling a bit at the shiver that runs through Viktor at the pet name. "Never let anyone, including me, make you weak."

Viktor let's out a breath in a rush.

No one has ever asked that of him before.

"Would you like to..." Viktor looks away, flushing. "To come back to my room? It-Its a little more private there."

Silco tracks the flush as it teases down towards Viktor's neck.

"I could think of little I'd want to do more."

And the thing he wants to do more is to take Viktor back to his bed, where privacy is guaranteed.

Arch + Woods

[iwoulddieforher]

Here’s an ask! (For Casey x Alex obviously lol)

You’ve mentioned a couple times Casey tends to be self deprecating. How does Alex support her?

When/how does Alex realize Casey uses the batting cages/gym as an outlet (and takes it too far sometimes)? How does she handle it?

Oh! And while I’m on firsts! How about the first time Alex sees Casey in one of her shirts that say Cabot? (Loved the stealing clothes stuff btw!)

Thank you so much for the ask <333 I LOVE ASKS I LOVE TALKING GRAAHHHHH

This got hella long!!! Warnings for discussion of self harm, self hatred, blah blah blah and also implied sex below.

Have this picture of upset Casey (fittingly for what I ramble borderline incoherently about here) so the reply doesn't seem so short above the divider

It's always difficult for me to write more comforting interactions between the two, because as much as it feels natural to make them comfort each other to a really high degree, I want to keep the characterization provided by the show as closely as possible and thus despite my intrinsic urge to project the way I personally as an author want someone to treat me if I was in the high-stress scenario these two find themselves in, the reality of it is overt comforting probably would not work well on either of them. They're both strong, independent and emotionally resilient women- and the flaws they have oftentimes probably could not be directly addressed or they'd just withdraw and become defensive.

Thus, since Casey slips self-loathing comments into casual conversations, it always comes off more as a wry joke, and that's why other people such an Olivia or Elliot just assume she's poking fun at herself or venting frustration. Alex, too, initially perceives similar, but then she starts registering Casey's 'tells'. The way her hand flexes as though she wants to bite the fingernail on her thumb and has to consciously hold herself back from doing so, the way she refuses to make eye contact with anyone and if she is forcing herself to do so anyway her gaze is very blank because she's not actually looking, the angle of her shoulders and collarbones in relation to her spine- stupidly specific, intricately tiny things in Casey's body language that show, no, she's actually really stressed. When the correlation between these minor actions and Casey's comments jumping to a more frequent pattern emerges, Alex realizes this is actually an issue and although Casey conceals it by jesting she's being dead serious, she does believe she's unworthy of what she has or incapable or whatever else negative Casey believes about herself.

Since noticing it at all used such attention to detail and the actions are so minor they're unexplainable, Alex realizes that if she approached this issue head-on Casey would probably do a wonderful job at gaslighting her into believing she was making up problems, so she doesn't. Instead, she simply begins peppering praise and reassurance throughout daily interactions, enough that Casey realized it had increased but not much that she'd grow suspicious. Little things, like staring at Casey's figure for a little bit extra long so Casey would notice Alex was admiring, making sure to smile down at the legal notes Casey had asked her to review so when Casey studied her face intently while Alex read she'd know Alex was beyond proud of her, or just straight on whispering compliments into Casey's hair when they passed eachother in hallways.

Eventually, she did see Casey's deprecating comments decrease, and instead when Casey was stressed she subconsciously sought out Alex because she knew she'd find gentle praise and reassurance from her when Casey felt as though she was lacking.

I think your second ask is somewhat asking for a continuation of Softball to the Ribs (Kiss it), so I'll just talk about the storyline I would've written had I decided to make a next part (which I won't, all my fics exist solely as one-shots);; Alex finds out because Casey did tell her in the bathroom that it was a softball, she just didn't know the details of how the injury occurred. I think Casey would never tell her, Alex would find out from something like Life360/Find my Phone since it would make sense to me that at some point they start sharing locations due to the nature of their job. Casey vanishes for random hours at a time when she's grappling with heavy caseloads and Alex checks it to find her location as being at the batting cages. The first time she sees it she does nothing, she just makes sure a warm bath is already all set up for her when she comes home and drops by an Apotheke (what the hell is Apotheke in English????? nOt my language) to pick up muscle rub and then pretends she's initiating sex as an excuse to massage it into her. Casey is nonethewiser.

Eventually, though, when Casey has been gone too long or it's happened back to back on multiple days, Alex goes to the batting cages and sort of just sits in the corner with her legal notepad and despite being uncomfortable in the weird sporty setting proceeds to try to work there. Her presence is grounding for Casey and it makes her want to push herself less because she doesn't want Alex to watch her get hurt- and when Alex gets bored of faux scribbling random shit she just starts being the one who controls the batting cage so she can press the button to stop it if she thinks it's going too far.

Self-harm is a very difficult issue and I wrote Casey to be using exercise dependence as a means to do it, and I have a concern with many fics in which a character's romance causes them to suddenly lose interest in what is a destructive coping method, and I think at least in my experience that's unrealistic. Self harm is wildly addictive and Casey is dependant on this to make her feel as though she's coping with stress she otherwise can't, and although Alex would obviously love to step in and pull that feeling out of her, that's just... not how life works, most of the time. If it was something like cutting or burning one self, obviously that's an entirely different story, but where the line between healthy exercise and an overt dependence that leads to self destruction ... that's hard to differentiate at times. What athlete hasn't accidentally gotten injured? The same story could exist in which Casey uses exercise as a healthy method to deal with stress (literally in the show that's what it is.) and the whole thing happened by genuine accident if it wasn't for the fact Casey simultaneously wasn't eating. If her ribs weren't visible in that fic Alex probably wouldn't have known something was seriously wrong. But I wrote Casey as intentionally putting herself in positions in which the risk for it is very high, and not caring for herself after- but how could Alex read Casey's internal dialogue and draw the line somewhere? It's complicated.

Alex focuses, then, on fostering a nurturing, loving environment and accepting every part of Casey as she is.

She can't directly stop Casey from participating in sports but she does ensure Casey eats and sleeps to a healthy degree and if she realizes something like Casey skipping meals more than is normal for people with inconsistent work schedules she'll do something to make sure Casey gets the care she needs.

Eventually, through this environment and Alex's comfort, Casey can build the emotional skill set required to cope with stress adequately - that's the ultimate goal, because even if Alex did somehow twist exercise out of her grasp, there's always the possibility something in their relationship would break and Casey would fall straight back into it. Alex is smart enough to avoid that possibility.

Finally, the first time Alex realized Casey was wearing something of her's was one of the first times the accidental swapping of blazers occurred that I described in the other post. Alex had stopped by Casey's office with food during a lunch break and while they ate Casey extended her arm to reach for something, and Alex realized her name was on the sleeve. Cabot suddenly becomes very bothered and jumps Casey's bones the second they're somewhere more private because holy shit does the idea of Casey being her's and similarly labeled do something for her.

[scarletwinterxx]

naps and baby kicks - dad mark lee scenario

i know i just wrote about dad mark lee but i saw the baby pictures and i just envisioned this moment. Just imagine this is what little Minjung looks like🥺 like look at him🥺🥺🥺🥺 if he's my kid, i wouldn't be able to say no to him too😭

timeskip to before Minjee was born, Minjung is 5 here (about to be 6) you can read the other parts here:

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

if you have a request or scenario you want me to do, just send me a message I'll see what I can do😊💌

For my other works you can check them out here, and for my other story series’ you can check them out here.

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2023 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(pics not mine, credits to rightful owner)

Mark is busy slicing the watermelon in the kitchen while you take a nap on the living room couch. Quietly humming some random song, he loves days like this. When he can stay at home and be with his family.

Especially now that another Little Lee is on the way.

You've reached that point in your pregnancy where you're constantly tired, you feel bad about not being as active to take care and play with your son, Minjung, but he really is the best boy. He's been very understanding, he always makes sure you're okay. Just like how his dada taught him.

"Mom, are you awake?" you hear a tiny voice whisper, you can't help but smile and open your eyes. You weren't really sleeping. Just resting your feet and back.

"Yes, love. What is it?" you ask him

"You need water, mama? snacks?" he asks you

Chuckling at your cute son, you shake your head. Instead you pat the vacant spot next to you, Minjung carefully lays next to you.

"I miss hanging out with you, sorry mommy can't run and play outside with you" you tell him

"It's okay, mommy. Daddy says it's because you're growing little sissy right now so we need to take care of you and her"

You smile upon hearing your son's words. Only 5 but already he's wise beyond his years. One thing doesn't change though is his cute face looking more and more like his father's everyday.

Speaking of, Mark walked back to the living room to see his two favorite people on the couch having a small talk. He can hear the conversation between you and Minjung, quietly listening behind.

"You'll tell mama if you need anything okay? Once baby sister is here, it might seem like we're taking care of her a lot but we love you just as much"

"It's okay, mommy. I love you too"

You can't help it, he's just too cute. You squish your little boy's cheeks, hugging him as close as you can. Savoring these last moments of Minjung being an only child.

With the next one on the way, you've been worried about Minjung and how he'll react once the baby is here. But you know your son, he's smart and always kind. The moment you told him he's about to have a sibling, he's been very excited.

"Got room for one more?" Mark decides to finally interrupt, wanting to be a part of this special moment.

"Of course, come here" you open your arm, hugging both of your boys.

"Oh did you feel that?" you ask, making the two boys move away from you

"What?! You okay?" Mark worriedly asks, immediately getting off the couch and crouching on the floor instead. Gently pulling Minjung with him.

"She kicked, here" you take Mark and Minjung's hand and put it where you felt the kick. A few seconds later you felt it again

"Oh, is that little sissy?" Minjung asks you with an excited look on his face

"Yea, she's excited to meet you too"

"Does it hurt, mommy? When she kicks?"

"Sometimes, only when she kicks me here by the ribs but it's okay. She doesn't mean it. She's just trying to move around and stretch a bit" you explain to the little boy, Mark listening to the two of you while his hand draws circles on your tummy. Waiting for his little girl to kick again.

It's the second time but moments like this still amazes him. He can still remember the first time he felt Minjung kick in your tummy like it was yesterday, now the three of you are here feeling the baby girl's kicks. He hasn't met her yet but the amount of love Mark has for his daughter is already beyond this universe.

You, Minjung and this little baby girl is his whole world.

A few weeks later, it's time for Minjung to meet his new little sister

"Okay when we get there, we need to use inside voice okay? We wash our hands first" Mark tells his son, looking down at him.

The two boys make their way to the hospital where you're currently resting. Mark holding Minjung's hand while he holds a bouquet of flowers in the other.

"Okay you knock" he tells him, Minjung knocking gently on the door

"Come in" you say from the other side of the door, Mark opening the door. Immediately you see your baby boy, it's only been two days but it felt like forever since you last saw him.

"Hi, baby. I missed you" you tell him, already feeling the tears build up. Mark chuckles at you, while you roll your eyes at him. Mark helps Minjung wash his hands before the little boy walks over to you.

"Hi mommy, we got you flowers" he says, showing you the flowers

"Thank you, baby. I love them. Can mama have a hug?" you wait for Mark to help Minjung up the bed

"Careful with mom okay, gentle" Mark reminds him, you just smile at the two. Immediately you hug your little boy, compared to little newborn currently in the crib Minjung seems so big.

The thought enough to put tears in your eyes

"I was gone for two days, and you're already a big brother. Mommy missed you so much, buddy" you tell him, peppering kisses all over his face making the boy laugh.

"I missed you too, mommy. Is baby sissy okay?"

"Yea, she's here. You want to meet her?" you ask him, the little boy nodding excitedly.

"Okay, why don't you sit here while I get her?" Mark helps Minjung down from the bed, pointing at the little couch. Mark gets baby girl from her crib before walking towards where Minjung was seating.

Meanwhile you get your phone out to capture the moment.

"Minjung, meet your little sister Minjee" Mark tells his little boy, showing him the little bundle of joy wrapped in the pink blanket. Minjung looked a bit unsure at first, looking at his dad first.

"You can hold her, here she loves holding your finger like this. Gently okay?" Mark lets Minjung hold out one finger so little Minjee can hold it. You wipe the few tears that escaped, smiling at your family

"Hello, Minjee. I'm Minjung, your brother" he says happily. shaking his finger like they're shaking hands for the first time. Mark smiles at his son, kissing the top of his head before looking at his daughter.

"You're going to be the best of friends, you have to teach her how to color and play the piano and how to ride a bike. It's going to be so much fun" Mark tells him, "Would that be okay?"

"Mhm, we can play. I'll share my toys with her" Minjung answers

"Thanks buddy, that's very nice of you" Mark tells him, putting Minjee on his right arm so he can hug Minjung with the other one.

"I love the both of you very very much, more than anything. We take care of her like we take care of mommy, okay?"

"Okay"

"That's my boy" Mark mumbles, hugging Minjung tighter. Looking over at you to see you wiping more tears away.

"Guys, I love this moment but you're making me cry so much" you joke, Mark laughs before gently standing up to walk over to you. He passes Minjee over to you before he kisses you on the head.

"Good job, mom of two"

"Oh shut up, you did this to me" you joke, "Hey, as long as you're willing to. I can do it all over again. I love our babies very much, I don't mind having a few more" he tells you, you know what he means by that. At the end of the day it's your body that goes through a lot.

But looking down at the bundle of joy in your arms and your little man, you know you'd do it over and over again.

"Can we do it until one looks like me?"

"Dude, what are you talking about? She kinda looks like you"

You shoot him a deadpanned look, it's too soon to tell but even know you can see your daughter takes after her dad much like her older brother. As for Minjung, well one look at him and you'd know he's Mark's son.

"Kinda? She looks just like Minjung when he was born. She'll probably look like you too. I don't hate it though, more mini Mark's" you smile at your husband

"Better luck next time, baby"

[starrycassi]

Ambrosius's (indirect) champion.

Find part one here

"It's oficial. You've gone crazy"

Ambrosius, who feels thrilled with his idea, scoffs. In a quick move, he drags Ballister down to the bed, pulling him by the wrists, making the boy's head fall directly in his own chest. Had this been practice, he knows he probably would've gotten a punch to the ribs in retaliation. But they are in private, they are just teens, and Ballister allows his boyfriend to drag him down.

"Don't call me that, babe" Ambrosius whines, while Ballister tries to regain some of his dignity by lifting himself up with his arms to establish some sort of distance. "I'll cry"

"Ambrosius, this is not funny" finally managing to get on his hand and knees, Ballister stares down at his boyfriend, frowning. "This is incredibly concerning and serious"

Ambrosius pouts for a second, and giggles to himself after giving Ballister a quick kiss on the lips. He is scared, oh, so scared. He wants to cry and run and scream and punch and the best alternative he has right now is to be pretend to be charming with his boyfriend, but every good thing must come to an end, and he has to face reality.

They sit down, again, in the bed, face to face. Ambrosius's sudden burst of energy leaves as fast it came, leaving him with a dull sense of... confusion. Nothingness.

"You haven't heard my plan" he tries to grin at his boyfriend, hoping that his eyebags aren't nearly as big as he feels them be. "Come on. Let me tell you, and then you can say no"

They look at each other for some seconds, and Ballister gives in, the second Ambrosius brings out his best card on the whole deck: tears.

Crying on command is a pretty useful skill to have, Ambrosius's come to find out. He doesn't go all the way out with it, no this time, but he knows his eyes are watery and his nose is red. Ballister looks away, groaning.

"Fine!" He resigns, throwing his hands up to the heavens. "But if your plan is "something, something, we win" again, I'm out. I'm so out. You're going to have to ask Todd for help"

Ambrosius gasps, offended at the barbarity his boyfriend just said. How dares he? The old "fuck it, we ball" plan has never let them down, but this isn't the moment to bask in the glory of all of their past accomplishments.

"Okay, so..." he starts, taking in a big breath of air. This is going to be long, and troublesome. Sometimes he's sorry for Ballister, who has to learn all of this things as they go, unlike him, who's been memorizing the rules ever since he learned to read. "The duels, right. Not all noble families train their kids to be knigths. Not all knights are heirs, either. If you have an older sibling or just aren't the favor, then you're probably not a heir. Follow me?"

Ballister, who loves learning about new stuff, even if it's nobility rubbish, nods along, "Follow you"

"I am the sole heir of the family, so I have obligations. You already know this. One of those is to keep up alliances and all that stuff"

Nodding again, Ballister chuckles a bit. Of course he knows. He's been there to witness every single event that's happened ever since Ambrosius finally turned old enough to go to balls and shit as an actual member of the upper society, or whatever it is they call themselves.

"We have many allies made by old marriages, debts, whatever. If one of them asks something of me, then it usually really just falls on me to say no. Unless they put up conditions"

Ambrosius licks his lips, grabbing his boyfriend's hands and looking at him straight in the eyes. How wonderful they are, Ballister's eyes.

"Now is when it gets kinda hard, so bear with me. Mom's been saying no to everyone who wants to form an alliance by marriage. Don't make that face, Bal. It's not really a lovely affair as much as it is legal papers, for a lot of people. But if all of my allies get along and decide to put conditions on me, then we're obligated to answer"

"That's so, so bullshit"

"It really is. Specially because, since we have so many allies, they usually never get along for long enough to actually make and write a demand, but I guess I'm just that hot and everyone wants to bed me. Too bad I'm already in love with what my allies would probably qualify as a disgraceful street rat"

Ballister blushes, playfully shoving Ambrosius on the chest.

"They would get a heart attack, don't you think? If they knew about me and you"

"They would get a heart attack if they knew I'm gay. They would get a heart attack if they knew I'm a tube baby because my mom loathes my dad. They would get a heart attack if they knew I eat chocolate cake sometimes. Don't feel special" shrugging, Ambrosius continues, "So, they are threatening to call off a lot of agreements and stuff if I don't answer their demands, which, like, mature much? Not my fault all of their heirs look like horror creatures.

So, Mom, being Mom, decided to have me answer with a tournament, because apparently she believes I'm Hercules or something. I would traditionally have to fight with every single person who asked for my hand in a stupid sword duel and bla bla bla, but that would take forever, Bal. So, they came to an agreement. People fight each other, and whoever wins, figths with me"

"That sounds... extremely complicated" cringing a bit at the lengths people would go for a chance to figth with his boyfriend, Ballister grimaces. Bunch of weirdos.

"I'm not some easy harlot, Ballister. You offend me. Of course trying to marry me is complicated. But, wait, now's where it gets interesting"

"Now? Just now? This whole thing is nuts"

Ignoring him, Ambrosius takes two pillows and places one if front of the other. "There are people who can fight me and expect to win" he says, pointing to one of them. "And people who can't but want the marriage"

"So, a lot of families don't have knights. A lot of knigths aren't heirs. Even if a family has a heir that would marry me, they could just be a scholar or something. All knights are nobles..."

"Except me, clearly"

"Yeah, well. Most knigths are nobles, but a bunch of nobles aren't knigths. Like the Queen and such."

"And this is important because...?"

"Because families are going to choose champions, now. Wich means, they can just find a random good figther who's willing to commit to life to me and make them fight. Mom tried to make it so only noble heirs could enter, but they said no. You only have to represent a noble family, and there can only be one fighter per family. Wich means, you can simply sign up and beat everyone up!"

He throws his hands up in the air, a pinched smile on his face.

"You forget a very small but important detail, Amber" Ballister sighs, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. "I'm neither noble nor a heir, and no family is going to choose me as a champion. You might actually need help from Todd on this one"

Ambrosius suddenly comes to a stop, blinking.

"I would sooner kill myself than marry Todd Disgusting Sureblade. Never. Nuh-uh. Not even if we were the last two men left in the planet. You know how some girls swear they can switch gays guys to the other team? I'm throughly convinced that Todd actually has the power to do so. Leave me alone with him in a room and I come out both a killer and ready to settle down with a woman. Hell, we'll have kids, even. Don't ever joke about that, Ballister. I'm going to have nightmares, tonight"

Cackling, Ballister pretends to apologize, while his boyfriend rambles about how horrifying it would be, to be around Todd every day of his life, and how death would be mercy if anyone ever was to ever be on that situation.

Ambrosius finally stops, clearing his throat to stop Ballister from dying of asphyxiation, "With that settled, I would like to point out that my family can't choose you because I have to represent the Goldenloins. Not because I don't want. But there's still someone, Bal. Someone who's childless, a noble, and probably would love to help us out in this"

Ambrosius's next words convince Ballister of the fact that, yes, Captain Gloria surely drank too much whiskey while she was pregnant, because there's something deeply wrong with this man's brain.

"We're going to ask formal help from the Queen. And we're going to do it right now"

He should've stayed at that orphanage. Things would've been easier.

˗ˋ ♡  ˊ˗

Ballister fixes his shirt, and then does so again. Next to him, Ambrosius is doing a pretty good job at pretending to be calm, but his lips are going to start bleeding in any second if he keeps munching on them like that, and his hands shake ever so slightly.

"If the speech doesn't work out" he whispers to Ballister, while they walk down the marble corridors of the palace, "then you put on your best puppy eyes. Pout and all. I'm bringing out the waterworks. Ugly crying, if needed. Gloreth, I'll fake-faint if it comes to that"

Ballister's pretty sure that the speech they wrote and tried to memorize on the two hours it took to get here (asking for permissions at the institute, getting into a carriage, arriving at the palace, getting the secretary to make them the next meeting using Ambrosius's status) isn't nearly good enough to convince the Queen to get involved in this mess, so he tries to remember the saddest moments in his life. There's a lot. He definitely feels ready to cry and beg.

They reach the Queen's office (because, apparently, queen's do have offices) and are welcomed by two palace guards that open up the wood doors for them to come in.

The place is wonderful. Not rich-people wonderful, it's soul-crushing, life-changing beautiful, instead. Everything is so white and golden and blue and shiny and ethereal.

In the middle of it, the Queen is seated, smiling softly at them. They both kneel down, knigth training and actual admiration manifesting in the gesture.

"Gentlemen" she greets, placing her joined hands on her desk, and they stand up straight, standing still, waiting for orders, her orders, always ready to obey to her, "you may sit down"

They do so.

Ballister's bones are trying to crawl out of his skin, and his whole face itches with nerves.

"Thank you, for receiving us in such short notice, Your Majesty" says Ambrosius, voice full with feeling. He's better at the whole "being social" thing.

"It is refreshing to see young faces on the palace grounds every once in a while" she responds, in that weird way formal people talk when they're trying to say something without saying it. "And I am honored to have two of my best cadets in here today. I have to ask, though, as to what situation do I owe the pleasure of such a distinguished visit? Specially a dual one"

"The honor is all ours" adds Ballister, who doesn't want to feel useless in the conversation, even if he feels incredibly out of place in the dances the nobility follows when they talk, when they breath, when they live.

"We come here with a plead," explains Ambrosius, and he suddenly looks older. Serious, worried, solemn. His voice is deep, calm, "One that would benefit both of us, and for which we require your help."

The Queen hums softly, slightly rising an eyebrow. "What sort of plea my I aid you both in?"

"I don't want to get married" blurts out Ambrosius, straight to the point. Ballister asked him, on the carriage, to be honest with this. He knows how... creative the Goldenloins can get when they want something, and he feels like the Queen deserves the truth. Even if it's a slightly dramatized version of it. Plus, being bold will surely add to the element of surprise.

"Excuse me?" The Queen looks clearly put off at the words, loosing her elegant demeanor for a second, "Come again?"

Seeing her eyebrows frown and her vocabulary change so abruptly, Ambrosius clears his throat, hiding a smile. Their plan seems to be going well.

"I don't want to get married" he repeats, enunciating every word, "And I'm being forced to engage in an obligated tournament for those purposes, Your Majesty"

He gives her a second to understand the words, to take the information in. In those seconds, Ambrosius remembers that one time he thought Ballister hated him, back when they were twelve, and tries to pour all the sadness he felt on his voice.

"Of course, I presume Your Majesty is aware of how vicious and outdated some traditions are" quickly, he glances down at Ballister, who's also putting on his best kicked lost helpless puppy performance, "but I am still subjected to them, as a heir."

The Queen is the Queen, but even her can't change the rules that noble families uphold each other to. That's not what they want, anyway. She nods, looking worried. Bingo.

"That's why I want to help him" cutting in, Ballister stammers a bit, like Ambrosius instructed him to; for extra empathy points, he said, "We've come up with a plan. It's not perfect, but..."

"... it's the best we can do" Ambrosius finishes, following his cue.

Now, they both stare at her, identical sad smiles plastered on their faces. If Ambrosius is as good with people as he claims to be, then they already have her heart in the bag. They just need to get her brain on it.

"And how can I help?" She asks, and both knigths know they've kit the jackpot in the instant her voice comes out. She sounds so much like a preocuppied mother. Ballister feels slightly guilty, slightly wishful. "How may I aid you both, on this quest?"

"We need someone to sign me in" Puppy eyes. Puppy eyes. Think sad thoughts. "No one else but you can do it, Your Majesty. I am a commoner, and the families despise me"

They're not even lying. Most nobles do despise Ballister. They're just... putting some heart onto the delivery of the news.

"He's my last resource" Ambrosius is about to cry. Teary eyes, red cheeks, trembling words. Such an actor. "My mommy can't do it because she's my own family, and I am so scared, Your Majesty. Marriage is the least of my concerns..."

He leans in to her, even if it's only the three of them in the room.

"Just... just, you know, thinking about what someone with control over me could ask for, gives me chills," and, to spice some politics in, he whispers to her, "there's so many things my mom would give over for me. Money, land, jews... Gloreth, even alliances, or debts. There's a lot of power tied into the family, and if I'm allowed to be honest, I fear for what would happen if all that rested in the hand of someone evil. Some villain. Some monster.

It's a well known secret that the Goldenloins could match the royal family in influence, in power. They're probably a bit over them, if one were to actually measure the impact they have on the people, on the kingdom. Ambrosius couldn't care less about this knowledge, but the Queen should be able to recognize a threat when it's in front of her.

She blinks once, twice. Ballister makes a show of giving Ambrosius a handkerchief for his tears, and he takes it with an apology for his horrible demeanor.

"I see why you've come to me," she finally speaks up, eyes fixed on them, "and I am glad that you did. This is an urgent matter. I am deeply troubled to see you in this state, Goldenloin"

Ambrosius mutters a quick thank you, still "too emotional" to talk.

"And I am glad to learn that the bond between my star knights is as strong as the walls that protect this kingdom. You both are what keep my people safe, after all"

Ballister's never been so proud to be compared to a wall as he is right now. It's wonderful.

"To show you my gratitude for your hard work, I will agree. Ballister, you can fight in representation of the noble house of Elpis, as my champion. Any armor or other supplies needed will be provided, too"

Thank Gloreth and every single saint ever for Ambrosius's manipulative ass. He's so in love with this dramatic wreck of a man. Thank Gloreth and every single saint ever for Queen Valentin's tendency to go against tradition. He's so grateful to have been born under her regency.

They both thank her, deeply, multiple times, bowing their heads. Ambrosius even sheds some more tears and wipes them off with urgency.

Then, the Queen stands up, and they follow suit, ready to leave with their victory. Before they can go, however, she shoots them a question, one that they didn't come prepared for

"You both are aware, I pressume, of how the nature of your... bond, could affect this tournament?"

Stop. Pause. What did she say? Whatdidshesay?

They look at each other, completely out of track. This time, she is the one with the upper hand. And they're so fucked. Seeing as how their silence continues, she speaks, again

"Your romance" she clarifies, and Ambrosius's choke on his own saliva isn't fake. Ballister goes so red his face burns, and, out of instinct, he hits his boyfriend on the back to try and stop his death. He hits a little too hard, but it works.

"Excuse us?" Screeches Ambrosius, high pitched, "Our what?"

"You must be confused" says Ballister at the same time, feeling like a very dumb caged animal. They didn't plan this. He's got no idea what to do next. "Ambrosius and I don't-"

"We would never-"

"We couldn't even be together! I'm just some commoner and he is..."

"Don't talk about yourself like that"

"Amber, this is not the moment to-"

"I won't let you be mean to yourself in front of the Queen"

The woman in front of them chuckles, amazed at their idiocy. They both blush even more, if that's possible. They suck at this whole "pretending to be single" thing.

"You're adorable" she coos, and Ambrosius is ready to change his name and move towns, "You remind me so much of Derek and me, back when we were young"

She brings up dead husband, as if this isn't weird enough already.

"Surely, you know that if people take notice of this, and Ballister does end up winning — like I have faith he will — they could argue that the tournament has been rigged by the Goldenloins"

They look at each other, bewildered. They never even considered that possibility. The Queen chuckles some more.

"I trust you would come up with a way to deal with that problem, Mister Goldenloin. Your mother's always had her way with schemes and theatrical dramas, and I am fairly sure that I just witnessed one of your plans in action, didn't I? Was any of what you said true, cadets?"

Of course. Of course. Of curse that, The Actual Queen, who's probably been working alongside Captain Gloria her whole life, would notice. Perhaps they didn't plan this as neatly as they could've. But they had less than a day to come up with the whole thing, so.

"I really, really don't wanna get married or have to obey to someone" argues Ambrosius, pouting. "Specially to some older weirdo"

"And I really, really don't want him to marry or have to obey to someone" agrees Ballister, apologetic. "Specially some older weirdo"

After considering them for some seconds, she nods again, agreeing to keep her word. Seeing no point on subtlety, they hug each other quickly, to celebrate.

"We're going to give back every penny you spend on Bal in this whole thing, swear to Gloreth" promises Ambrosius, one hand drapped along his boyfriend's back, "when he wins, I'm throwing a party, and you are so invited", quickly, he adds, "uh, Your Majesty, ma'am"

She lets them go after discussing some minor details, and they beam all the way out of the palace.

"I told you my plan would work" Ambrosius puffs out his chest like a proud peacock once they're on the carriage back to the institute, texting Gloreth knows who on his phone, "We're irresistible"

"She only agreed because you asked her. No one says no to a Goldenloin, Amber"

Ballister stretches, already tired. This whole thing has been draining. He's so ready to go back to the institute and join classes again. If this carriages hurries up, they might get there in time for sword training before lunch, his favorite part of the day.

"Talking 'bout Goldenloins..." trails off Ambrosius, playful smile painted on his lips, playing with the phone on his hands, "what you say we go talk to my mom now?"

"Absolutely no way-"

"Too bad" he interrupts him, placing his hand over Ballister's lips, "already told her we're on our way. She asked to chefs to prepare us something tasty"

Fuck this kid and his lack of self control.

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For the character ask meme,

Pavitr from ATSV

AND

A character that you feel never gets enough tkl content (any fandom) !!!

Hope this week is treating you kindly 😊😊😊

Oh! A good choice! There's not enough talk about this guy, you know? x>

1. on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

Actually, I think he's somewhere between 7 and 8, not the most ticklish of the characters, but he's still easy to get.

2. where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

I'm divided between maybe his back or his sides. I'm leaning towards the second one, but in my head his back is a very good spot, you know?

3. which spots are they not ticklish?

Hmm, I don’t even know, maybe the neck and shoulder area?

4. what is their laugh like?

Oh, Pavitr definitely has a bright laugh, that is, with his activity and sparkling fun just from the way he speaks? You know, he is the same person who, having heard a good joke, laughs out loud, squinting his eyes and throwing his head back. Very infectious and snorting, that's how I see him.

5. do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

I see him as a generally tactile guy who can hug you by the shoulder, ruffle your hair for a joke, and all that stuff. And for him, tickle is just another way to show attention to the people who surround him and whom he values. This also works in the opposite direction. So I think yes, he enjoys it, more in a platonic fun way

6. are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

He has the switch-energy. But ler-leaning, I think. He initiates tickle easily by just suddenly starting to poke the other person until it escalates into a real tickle fight where he doesn't get upset at all if he ends up being the one being tickled.

7. who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

Mainly Miles and Gwen, they're both overly anxious teenagers, and Pavitr seems like he could be the one who would pull him out of this decadent mood with a tickle every now and then, because his friends deserved a little laugh, didn't they?

8. who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

Gayatri, definitely her. I can clearly see how Pavitr is ready to surrender to her without a fight if she decides to do so. He will simply turn into a giggling puddle on the spot. Well, maybe also Hobbie, I love headcanons where these two have a sibling dynamic of the calm older one and the hyperactive younger one (where both are essentially chaotic jerks). And in the case of Hobbie, he can easily wreck Pavitr, and most often this is what happens.

9. does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

Not at all, usually he is the one who embarrass others with this word. At the same time, sincerely not understanding and every time asking “What’s wrong with this word?”, regardless of whether he is in the role of a lecturer or not. He will say this word either in the context of "It's tickles!" or "Oh, is it tickles?"

10. are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

Just like with the 'tickle' word, he doesn’t look like a person who would be shy about it. Although perhaps this was the case when he acts cool in front of his Gayatri, and the girl finds out that he is ticklish, ruining all his plans. But then, of course, he doesn’t regret it.

11. would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

This will be trivial, but it depends on what you want to get. Bright belly laugh and tears of joy? Rough tickles, digging your fingers into his sides and ribs, is what you need. No less loud and happy giggling and snickering? Gentle tickles, light scratches on his back - this is your solution

12. is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

Again, his back, I don’t know why this spot on him seems so special to me. But it seems to me that he may even directly ask to be tickled there

13. is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

I'll be honest, I have no thoughts

14. would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

Constantly, there’s simply not a week where he doesn’t starts tickle fights among the young spider-people. Including in order to have a little fun too. Of course, he can ask them about it directly, but this is a boring way, you know?

15. does teasing affect them?

They don't really affect him, but he will still react if you tease him. Running your hands through your hair, only to then cover your face with your hand and complain through laughter, “Please shut up!” but I’m not saying this at all seriously, it’s just about him.

And about the second one, I'm completely confused, so I don't know which character to choose x'D But if I ever figure it out, I'll definitely make a second part for this post

Thanks for asking!!!

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hitched fic, a moment for either/both of them where they look at the other and think 'hmm, maybe i won't mind being married to that goober', not that big italicized Oh, but that tiny little ...huh

"You disappeared," Ava calls out as she picks her way carefully down the stairs to the dock. The treads are still damp with the prior day's rain and fallen leaves lie slick on the wood. 

Bea glances back towards her from her spot at the very edge of the dock, shrugs a sweater-clad shoulder. "I just needed some air. You didn't have to come down."

"What, and stay up there with a solo front row seat to Ms. and Ms. Disgustingly In Love? No, thank you." She comes to a halt at the path curving along the lakeshore, eyeing the dock distrustfully. No handrails to grab onto there; she'd need to mention that to Mary when they returned to the cottage. 

"Have you stayed out here with them before?"

Ava shakes her head, then realises Bea can't see the movement. "Just on day trips, I used to bartend part-time and I'd pick up shifts on long weekends. Never worked out that I could stay overnight."

Bea hums to herself, tucks her hands in her pockets. "The last time I was here it was with Lucia." 

"Ah. No wonder you needed to step away. Do you want me to leave you to it, or…?"

Bea turns fully towards her then, her breath clouding in the air with every breath. "No," she replies, striding back up the dock towards her, "I always appreciate your company."

Ava ducks her chin towards her chest, her face growing hot. She doesn't know that she'll ever get used to the ease with which Bea just says things like that, or to how clear it is that she doesn't understand the effect it has on Ava. She clears her throat and kicks at a clump of leaves. "Yeah, well, the only other option is third-wheeling them while they talk about colour schemes with Yas, so…" 

"Are they still pretending they haven't already decided on navy and sage?"

"Mary was going on about coral when I made my escape."

Bea laughs softly. "She does know how to push every single one of Shannon's buttons." She proffers her arm to Ava, nods towards the path. "Would you be up for a turn about the lake?"

"Gladly." She clasps Bea's forearm, turns in time with her to start down the path. Her thumb strokes absently across the thick weave of Bea's sleeve. "I like this sweater too," she remarks, "but I'm appropriately dressed for the weather this time, so don't even think about offering it to me."

"I wouldn't dream of it. I'm glad to hear you've figured out how to check a forecast."

"Didn't want to risk another round of mockery."

"It was gentle ribbing, if anything."

"'Oo, Ava, you're going to freeze your nipples off'."

"I absolutely do not sound like that, and I definitely did not say 'nipples'."

"You might not have said it, but…" Bea's arm stiffens beneath her hand, and Ava scrambles to backtrack. She gestures up at the trees, limbs skeletal in the cool air. "Ironic, don't you think, that we're here looking at this as a wedding venue when everything's in the middle of dying off for winter?"

Bea tips her head back to follow the direction of Ava's hand. Her face goes a bit shuttered, cheeks pink with the chill, eyelashes fluttering. "It'll be beautiful come spring, though," she replies softly.

Gaze locked on Bea, on the gentle fall of loose strands of hair across her cheek, on the constellation of freckles scattered over her cheeks, Ava can't help but agree.