#and husk is immediately like. Wow! Hot!

[a-schmoozer-and-a-dummy]

hc that husk always thinks angel is beautiful gorgeous etc., but the first time he sees angel in an oversized tshirt and years-old worn in sweatpants and messy hair is when he realizes that, oh yes. now i see it. he’s hot. yeah.

[cherubfae]

Omg hi! I'm a new follower and I just read your piece of the hazbin cast w/ reader having a panic attack and it was so sweet 🥺If possible could you maybe do the same cast of characters but with what they would do if the reader was on their period/period comfort?

𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔡 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 || {𝔥𝔞𝔷𝔟𝔦𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩}

tags: fluff, comfort, afab gn!reader, I decided to go with ftm for angel in this to try it out (lmk what you think!!) :3, periods in Hell are worse than on Earth I feel like that fits, suggestiveness in luci's

Alastor

"Oh, dear, why are you curled up on the floor in the fetal position? Are you hurt? I smell blood." Alastor coos in crackling static. He nods his head, listening to you explain despite you being facedown in said carpet. He'll procure a hot water bottle for your tummy, some aspirin, and some bitter, dark chocolate. He'll even go get one of those sugary iced coffees you love so much. Given the circumstances, Alastor may even allow you to touch his ears, but his mindful of his antlers if you know what's good for you.

Lucifer

Oh no, his poor sweetheart! The King of Hell goes full Mama Goose mode (you can see where Charlie gets it from) and hunts down whatever he thinks you may need. He'll create a little nest fort for you, spooning you from behind and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck. He's also not opposed of other ways of relief. In Lucifer's own wise words, "Bow-chick-a-wow-wow." (As long as you're up for it, he's not opposed to giving Charlie a sibling.)

Charlie

She's on it instantaneously! Running around scavaging all sorts of items from tampons to pads to candies-- she's not sure of your preferences, so she gets all of them! Only the best for her sweetie pie!! Huddles extraaaa close to you in your shared blanket cocoon, feeding you chocolates and giving you sweet nuzzles.

Vaggie

Immediately sends you off for a hot bath while she changes and washes the sheets so that they're nice, warm, and fresh. She also will prepare your favorite pajamas and snacks, digging through some films for one to watch. Vaggie will do what she can to make sure you're well-rested, hydrated, and most importantly; comfortable.

Husk

Immediately goes to the women of the hotel and asks about what sort of toiletries the hotel has to offer. He's discreet about your situation and grateful for their help. He wants you to feel better as soon as possible even if that means your symptoms haven't fully gone away yet! The scent of blood is strong on you and if he can notice you from a mile away, he's certain others have too. So, he creates a little nest for you two, the bar is closed down for the day, and cuddles you close to his chest.

Angel Dust

He'll spoon you from behind, resting his warm hand on your tummy. From what Cherri has told him, this shit's worse than when you guys were alive. Hell really does have a hard-on for torturing people. Angel will be as vigilant as he can, getting you whatever you may need, reassuring you gently that just because you have your period doesn't change who you are as a person nor how you idenitify. You're you, no matter what your body does or doesn't do.

Vox

What's that? Oh, shit, that's when you-- yeah? Oh, okay got it. That sounds like that sucks. Yeah, he doesn't mind grabbing some things for you but he's a bit stiff when it comes to comfort. He knows what it is for sure and he'll do his best. Velvette might tear him a new asshole. He does genuinely want you to feel better, he doesn't like seeing you in pain. He's just a little lost.

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[doodler16]

I found Sir Pentious in the pilot and series pretty enjoyable. If Hazbin hotel had a list of funny characters, Sir Pentious would at least be top 3. But wow, Vivziepop and her writing crew did him dirty. Immediately after episode 2 and 3 he was slowly losing relevance and became a background character. At least with Angel dust and Charlie you learn a bit about them even if it’s spoon fed to the audience. But Sir Pentious we learn nothing of substance besides him being an inventor, wanting approval/attempting to impress the Vees, and watching Charlie and Vaggie sleep. You can tell or get the vibe that Sir Pentious was supposed to be a one off character in the pilot but then Vivziepop added him into the group because of how popular he was with the fans.

Episode 6, Welcome To Heaven and Episode 8, The Show Must Go: were the worst to Sir Pentious. Dude for the whole episode was trying to get Cherri Bomb’s attention only for him later to get assaulted and dragged against his will as a joke, while this being the same episode where Angel Dust confronts his abuser. Super tone deaf, if this was Angel Dust being dragged against his will as a joke, the fandom would be pissed.

Episode 8, now Sir Pentious gets a ton of screen time suspiciously. His big moments were kissing Cherri Bomb (technically he assaulted her but it doesn’t matter because Cherri Bomb found it hot 😂) and getting blasted by Adam, that’s it. Sir Pentious was basically the sacrifice, which sucks but then again there need to be stakes. The execution of his sacrifice was so ass. It was basically a joke but at the same time Vivziepop and her writing team wanted to have their cake too and make us, the audience feel and cry for the rest of Hazbin squad for this loss.

Spoiler Alert: I didn’t cry or feel bad for them. I laughed when Sir Pentious was blasted by Adam and moved on to the next scene. Why should I care when you make the scene into the joke. Even worse, they made Sir Pentious look badass when he was entering the ship and said, “fire.” They unironically put more energy, feeling, and world towards Alastor’s fake death compared to Sir Pentious.

The Hazbin squad barely interacted with Sir Pentious after episode 2-3. Episode 6, is probably the most they hung out/talked to Sir Pentious. The people who were supposed to be close to him are Angel Dust, Husk, and Nifty. I felt their friendship was artificial because most of it was either told to us or straight up offscreen. I don’t know if anyone feels this way but Sir Pentious going to Heaven was so unearned, I feel like it was only because of Adam’s half-ass list from episode 6. Most of Sir Pentious’ progression was literally off screen or nonexistent. The closest he learned was apologizing twice and trusting others (which was off screen).

[iheartgarrus]

N7 Month Day 13: Husk

(AO3 Link - Shakarian pre-relationship fluff!! Cut is for length.)

The ground team had been down on Aequitas for too long.

Garrus had been on at least a dozen missions like this one with Shepard - a mysterious distress signal, anomalous life signs, etc. They never found anything good, but it had also never taken them half a day cycle to clear it. And while he had learned (thankfully, not firsthand) on the SR-1 that questioning her crew assignments was ill-advised, he still found himself hating not being down there with her.

If asked, he would insist that he had a perfectly valid reason for being in the shuttle bay when they finally returned, and that he was not worrying over Shepard, because worrying over Shepard was a sure way to an early, stress-induced grave. But when the shuttle doors opened and Shepard trudged, covered in dirt and ichor, to the elevator without so much as a glance in anyone's direction, he gave up on denying his anxiety. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd seen her skip sanitizing and storing her armor after a mission.

Past caring what anyone thought, he immediately approached Miranda as she removed her own armor. (Garrus had a feeling that her wearing anything but that Cerberus bodysuit was Shepard's influence.) Before he could get a word out, Miranda sighed. "There must have been dozens of husks down there - maybe a hundred." She massaged her forehead, eyes squeezed shut, and Garrus noticed blood had recently been wiped from her nostrils. "We all just need some rest, Garrus."

His shoulders slumped, partially in relief, because while it wasn't good news, it wasn't as bad as he'd feared. "Thanks, Miranda. You… take it easy."

She granted him what was likely the closest thing to a smile she could manage for the moment and continued with her task.

~~~

One extranet search and five minutes of grumbling assistance from Gardner later, and Garrus was waving his hand over the lock on Shepard's door to request entry. It took more than a few seconds, but she did appear in the doorway, still dressed in her undersuit with the remnants of an hours-long fight in her hair. "Garrus," she said, her voice flat with exhaustion. "Can it wait? This isn't a great time."

He shook his head. "I don't need anything. Just… here." He held out a steaming mug, and she looked up at him, brows knit in confusion.

"Coffee? I appreciate the gesture, but-"

"It's not coffee," he quickly corrected. "It's…" A blush crept up his neck as he suddenly wondered whether she even liked this stuff. "It's hot chocolate. I heard it was hell down there and I… read that this could be comforting."

Shepard straightened up, just a hair, and reached for the mug. "Wow. I haven't… Thank you, Garrus. I was just going to scarf down a ration bar in the shower, but this is… Thank you." She brought it close to her nose and inhaled, letting out a hum.

His mandibles flickered in a soft smile. "No problem, Shepard. Just get some rest."

[duskholland]

Had to send this to you bc your writing is so amazing 😩 friend! Tom showing you pictures on his camera roll of a trip he was on and forgetting he had nudes in there, and you scroll to accidentally find them and you’re both stunned for a second but he shoots his shot by telling you that there’s more, you can look at them if you want. and you do, and toms behind you watching you look at them. he even tells you there’s a video too, if you wanna see it. and you’re like now or never, so you tell him yes. bc the sexual tension would be so high bc it’s uncharted waters and I could see Tom dragging you into his lap to watch the video together and him being like am I big enough for you? I was thinking about you and it would be SMUTTTTTTT whew I need to lay down 🥲🥵

ugh...your mind. I love this! 18+ nsfw !!!

– clearing out the askbox – 

“Hey, do you want to see..? I took some photos of it- Wait, let me just find them.”

You wait patiently as Tom digs around in his pocket, his tongue between his lips as he focuses on procuring the device. He makes a loud tada sound as he whips it out, his eyes sparkling as he quickly starts to scroll through his photos. You watch him closely, admiring his side profile discreetly.

You’ve known Tom for years, met him at a function in London through a mutual friend. When he’d moved into a large townhouse just in the outskirts of the city a few months ago, you’d been one of the people to move in with him. He’s been away for several weeks, on press in Europe, but now that he’s back, he’d dragged you down onto one of the sofas in the living room to share his stories and show off his photos.

“Is it really as big as they say?” You wonder. “I’ve never seen the Eiffel Tower before.”

Tom hums, and you watch as he scrolls through his photos, eyes focused. He looks very good today -- biceps pressing out against his black t-shirt, his Rolex glinting on his wrist. His hair lies naturally over his forehead too -- soft, brown, wavy. Your friend is very attractive, something you’ve always been aware of, but the time apart has made your feelings sharpen.

“Yeah, it’s bloody huge,” Tom muses. “Ah! Here you go, love.”

Tom carefully passes you his phone, and you swallow harshly when your fingers brush his and you feel sparks light off at his touch.

“Wow,” you exclaim, squinting as you admire the photo of the tower, soaring up into the sky. “You’re right. It is big.”

“Mmm. There’s more. You can scroll if you want.”

You start to flick through the photos, smiling as they change a little with each shot. Some of them are blurrier than others, and after a while they change as Tom moves from the ground below the monument, to climbing the staircase, then getting in the lift, then travelling to the top. You enjoy watching the story progress, seeing the shots of some of Tom’s friends, then a few selfies of Tom in sunglasses with a wide cityscape captured behind him, then--

You gasp softly as you scroll a little bit too far, and find yourself staring at a photo of Tom’s cock.

“Oh shit,” Tom mutters. You feel him go very still beside you. You’re sitting so close together that you can feel his thigh, warm to touch. “I… Forgot that was on there.”

You swallow dryly, suddenly feeling your pulse throbbing in your ears. You can’t stop looking at the photo, marvelling at the sight of Tom’s cock, red and erect, sitting in his hand. He’s clearly in a hotel room, and the lighting and the angle are very good, leaving little to the imagination. You bite your lip as you notice the way he has a strong vein curving down the side of his member, and find yourself squeezing your thighs together as you try, desperately, to snap out of it.

“It-it’s okay,” you mutter, voice hoarse. Your face feels hot with embarrassment, but you can’t deny the arousal coursing through your system too.

“There’s more,” Tom says, voice low. You can feel him looking at you, and there’s no doubt in your mind that your friend can tell, just from your reaction, that you like looking at his nudes. “You can look at them too, if you want.”

You tilt your head slowly, glancing at him, your eyes taking in his expression: cheeks slightly rosy, smirk on his lips, gaze pooled with lust. It makes you shiver.

“Okay.”

Tom moves closer, and you can feel his breath on your neck as his fingers slowly shift into your hair, moving it out of your face very delicately, gently. You swallow, your heart beating roughly in your chest as you continue to scroll, your eyes widening as you enjoy the different angles of his cock, each captured crisply by the camera. You feel yourself getting wet, partly from the photos, but also due to the way Tom’s so close. He dips his head down and your breath hitches as he ghosts his lips over your neck, kissing you so softly that it’s almost as if he isn’t there.

“There’s a video too,” he adds, husking into your ear. You moan softly when he sucks on the tender spot behind your jaw. “Watch it.”

You oblige, scrolling past more shots of his cock before arriving at the video. With slightly shaky fingers, you press the play button, biting your lip as you watch the short clip. The air fills with the sound of Tom’s groans, distant and buzzed with slight static, but still hearty enough to make you whimper. He’s kissing your neck with renewed strength, both hands wrapping around your middle, fingers caressing your sides as you stare at the phone. The sight of his arm veins flexing as he gets himself off makes you squirm, aroused not even beginning to cover how turned on you are.

The air is thick as the video ends, Tom cumming with a low cry, his seed shooting out over his hand as his upper stomach. You let the screen fall dark, your breathing heavy and unsteady as he stops kissing your neck.

“What do you think?” Tom asks, his accent hanging heavy in his voice. “Am I big enough for you, darling?”

You nod. With nervous hands, you put the phone down and turn to face him, feeling a surge of confidence as his hold on your waist guides you to sit in his lap. You straddle him, grunting as you feel his cock straining up against his grey sweats, and the pressure that it provides to your aching clit makes you whimper and repeat the action.

“Definitely big enough,” you mutter, looking at your friend closely. He seems to be just as aroused as you are, his hands guiding your movements as you slowly grind down against him.

“I was thinking about you,” Tom admits, “when I was filming the video. Thought about sending it to you, just to see if you’d like it.”

You bite your lip, realising that the attraction you feel towards Tom hasn’t been one-sided.

“Why didn’t you? I would’ve liked to see it.”

Tom’s eyes twinkle with arousal. “Wanted to do it in person, watch your face when you saw my cock.” One of his hands moves away from your waist, and he slips it between your legs. You’re so glad you’re wearing a skirt, because all you have to do is part your thighs and then he’s able to slip two slender fingers between your folds. Tom gives your clit a few teasing rubs before slipping his fingertips down to your entrance. You whimper when he slips them into your heat, meeting no resistance, and you moan loudly as he curls his fingers and starts to stroke up against your g-spot. “Fuck, darling. You’re soaked for me.” He leans in to peck your cheek, leaving his lips by your ear as he adds, “Do I turn you on?”

“Yes,” you whine immediately. Your moans grow louder as Tom continues to fuck your heat, his thumb shifting up to nudge against your clit. You reach up and grab at his shoulders, grinding down to meet his fingers every time they thrust up into you, feeling arcs of pleasure spiral out from your cunt with each movement. “You feel so good, Tom. Been dreaming about this for months.”

“Mmm, should’ve just said, love.” Tom’s back to nibbling at your neck. “Anything else you’ve thought about doing with me?”

As good as it feels to have his fingers working you open, you know there’s one thing on your mind.

“Yeah,” you admit breathlessly. You look him straight in the eye. “I want you to fuck me, Tom.”

He raises an eyebrow, smirk intensifying. “Oh, really?”

You hum. “Yeah. I want to ride you right here, right now. Feel how big your cock actually is.”

Tom swears, his fingers leaving your centre. “Okay,” he agrees, voice tight. “There’s a condom in my jacket, I’ll go-”

“I’ll get it,” you say instead. You kiss his cheek before standing from his lap, your legs a little shaky as you walk from the living room to the porch, thankful that you’re the only ones home. By the time you return to the lounge, Tom’s stripped off completely, sitting bare on the comfortable sofa with his hand around his cock. You toss him the condom as you take a few moments to pull off your tight shirt, your skirt, and your underwear, keeping your bra on before settling in his lap.

“You’re so hot,” Tom mutters, running his hands all over you. His touch against your bare skin feels electric, and you find yourself pushing into him as you enjoy feeling him map you out. “Bloody stunning.”

“Thank you,” you reply, almost a little bashful. You sit back and watch as Tom pumps his cock, hard and leaking precum, just like the video, before he rolls down the condom. Your eyes admire the lines of his abs, strong and defined, and the rest of him, equally attractive, and you feel your cunt clench as you imagine how good it’s going to feel to have him unravel you. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

With the condom on, Tom’s hands go back to your hips. He gently pulls you forward and you sit up, reaching down to guide his cock between your folds.

“Neither can I,” he admits, eyes trained between your legs. “Been thinking about- fuck- about your sweet little pussy for months, sweetheart, I--” He breaks off completely when you slide down onto him, your walls expanding to accommodate him. Your forehead falls to rest on his shoulder as you breathe deeply, moaning as he fills you up. “So good.”

“You’re so big, Tom,” you whimper. After leaving a moment to adjust, you sit back up and slowly start to ride him, taking your time as you get used to the fit of his body. You can’t stop yourself from whimpering, loudly, as his tip brushes up against your g-spot repeatedly, igniting a deep frenzy of sparks in the pit of your stomach. “Feels so fucking good inside me.”

Tom’s face is pulled tight with enjoyment, and you moan as you see his jaw clenching and the deep line of concentration furrowed between his brows. When he opens his eyes, you see nothing but appreciation and arousal webbed across the depths of his gaze.

“Love your pussy, Y/N,” he moans, cheeks flushing deeper. One of his hands stays on your hip, guiding you, and the other goes to touch your clit. He grins as he rubs your bud and feels you clench around him. “You like that, yeah? Like the way it feels for me to be inside you?”

“Yes, Tom,” you whisper.

“I know you do, I can feel how wet you are.” Tom’s watching you like you’re a spectacle, his words interspaced with small grunts as he lifts his hips to meet your movements. “So fucking snug for me, aren’t you, love? Your pussy feels so good... I’m not going to last long.”

“Neither am I,” you warn. You can already feel it building, building, building, and with each slap of skin on skin, coupled with the noise of your wet arousal getting fucked by his member, you get closer. “Fuck, Tom, ‘m gonna cum-”

“Do it,” he coaxes, his own voice strained. “Wanna watch you fall apart for me, love. Go on.” He rubs your clit a little faster. “I’ve got you.”

Tom’s grip on you is unwavering as you peak with a loud moan, your walls spasming around his cock as your orgasm sweeps across you in an intense wave of unyielding pleasure. You grip at his shoulders, shuddering as you continue to bounce on his length, not stopping until Tom climaxes as well. You feel his cock pulse as he finishes, his breathing coming out in low, grunting pants, and as the two of you ride it out together, his forehead falls to your shoulder.

“So good,” he whimpers, lazily kissing up your neck. You still in his lip, recovering your breath, and then both of Tom’s hands move to your face. He looks at you, eyes full of appreciation, and you find yourself smiling softly at him. “Can I kiss you?”

You giggle, nodding your head. “Seems like we’re doing this in a bit of a backwards order,” you point out.

Tom smiles before uniting your lips, his mouth feeling hot against yours. He’s still smiling when he pulls back, his eyes slightly nervous.

“We are,” he admits. “Would you like to come out on a date with me?”

You nod, your heart warming in your chest.

“Yes, Tom,” you say, pausing to kiss him again. “I’d love to.”

[be-gay-do-heists]

hardison/parker || masc day for parker, potentially while on date with hardison

i think it ended up a little more the dysphoria route with this one but i hope this at least touches on what u were looking for!! had a spark of an idea and had to write it :V

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If it was just the dress, maybe Parker could stand it.

Hardison had won choosing date night this time around, and he had suggested a new restaurant that recently opened up on the other side of town. A nicer restaurant. Which meant fancier clothes and Hardison had said the dress code recommended dresses so. The dress. It had been fine, leaving the brewpub in it to go meet Hardison at the restaurant. It was comfy enough, the fabric had a nice texture, and it was the same kind of green that you could see if you looked sideways at a professionally cut emerald, which was one of their favorite colors.

It was only upon arriving at the restaurant that they realized they really, really, really did not want to be wearing it.

And if it was just the dress, maybe it would be fine. But they were out in public, and Parker had come to understand over the years that if people in public thought they had your gender clocked, you had to act, walk, and talk a certain way if you didn’t want weird stares, unwelcome attention. A performance that they didn’t particularly have the energy for if there wasn’t a con and the promise of a payout at the end of it. The first “miss” they got from the hostess made them twitch, but they made sure to keep their mask up as they saw Hardison, already at the table, who smiled sunnily as they approached and stood to help with their chair. He was wearing his purple suit, the deep plum colored one that reminded them of a bottle full of red wine.

“Wow. You look amazing, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that dress for so long,” he said as they both sat down. “It’s not one of Sophie’s?” There was a trace of playfulness in his voice.

“No, it’s mine, I didn’t steal it,” Parker replied, latching onto his good mood for stability. They fidgeted, hyperaware of their bare shoulders and the cut of the dress around their torso. “Well, not from her anyways.”

Hardison snorted in that fond way of his. “Hey, it’s not stealing if it looks that good on you. That’s just proper re-appropriation. Anyways, you’re gonna love this place, the whole idea is normal fancy food, boring boring et cetera, but! They change the colors around so it messes with your senses and makes you experience it differently, you get me? I’m talking like green steaks, purple mashed potatoes. Cool, right?”

“Yeah, sounds great,” Parker agreed absently, discreetly hunching a little and hoping Hardison wouldn’t notice. They fiddled with the utensils on the table, which had little chameleons etched on them. That was fun. This was supposed to be fun, they reminded themselves.

“Hey, you ok?” Hardison asked, brows furrowed.

A waiter came up before he could say more. “Welcome, folks, pleasure to have you with us this evening. Can I start you with drinks?” After Hardison, concern still showing in his face ordered a fruity-sounding cocktail, the waiter turned to Parker. “And for the lady?”

They couldn’t help their flinch, knowing that Hardison saw it, and pulled out their most flawless grifting voice to respond. They deflated a little again once the waiter left.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said dress. I should have specified that you could have worn anything you wanted, who even cares about restaurant dress codes,” the hacker said, rubbing his hands over his face. Parker had to give it to him, sometimes his brain worked faster than his computers, and he was always twice as perceptive. “Is it a they night? A he night?”

Parker shrugged a little apologetically. “I’m not sure. It’s just really, really not a she night.”

“I’m really sorry Parker, I should have checked in before we came,” Hardison sighed, and having him in the loop did actually make Parker feel a little better. “Do you wanna get out of here? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for any longer than you have to.”

Parker immediately felt bad again. “No, you won date night, you were so excited about this place.”

“Man, don’t even sweat it,” Hardison reassured them, waving a hand. “We can come back some other time when we’re actually feeling it. Or if it’s never the date vibes, I can ask Sophie if she wants to try it sometime. You know she gets a kick out of dressing up and I’m sure she would call this place ‘an exercise in creative expression and reaction’ or something.” He smiled at Parker’s bark of laughter following his terrible impression of Sophie, which made a couple other patrons startle in their seats.

“I don’t really want to be in this dress anymore,” Parker admitted. “Maybe we could go back to the brewpub and do something there?”

“Hey, if I ever refuse a quiet night in, know that I’ve been replaced with a clone or maybe a mind-eating fungus,” Hardison beamed at them, and flagged down the waiter to pay for their drinks with a tip that made the man’s jaw drop, letting Parker lead the way out.

On the ride home, Hardison gave Parker his suit jacket, pretending he was too hot even though it was damp and cold out. It was far too big for the thief and they thought it was kind of ridiculous how it came down to almost their knees, but the broad shoulders on it made them feel good. And the wine color purple was fantastic, even though they thought it looked far better on Hardison. They said as much, and took a silent satisfaction in the way Hardison ducked his chin to hide his face.

Entering back into the safety of the brewpub and the upstairs apartment took a weight off Parker, and they sighed, kicking off their shoes and slipping off Hardison’s jacket to cast onto the back of the couch. Hardison picked up to carefully keep it from creasing with a “heaven help me” kind of look. “You got everything you wanna wear here? Need anything of mine?”

“Mostly, but…” Parker thought aloud. “Could I borrow one of your shirts? The soft ones?”

Hardison nodded fondly. “Sure thing, lemme grab one.” While he was in the bedroom, Parker stripped off their dress like it was burning them, shaking the feeling of it away once it was off. They spotted their good jeans on the chair by the hallway that Hardison liked to call “Parker’s wardrobe,” where all the clothes they had left while over lived, and rushed to put them on. They were comfy and boxy and had a button-up fly. More buttons felt good.

“Incoming,” Hardison’s voice called, and he entered with his eyes covered, tossing a shirt in their direction. Parker jumped to catch it, and quietly approved of his selection, a wooly flannel type. They wiggled it on, tucking it in slightly, and exhaled in relief on how delightfully big it was, draping off the prominent muscles in their shoulders, leaving enough room on their torso so that the fabric wouldn’t cling to them. They rolled up the sleeves to expose their strong forearms, looked down at their broad hands. Yeah, this was much better, they thought, tying up their hair high.

“I’ve still got those canvases from last time, and the same paints, if you wanna do that. Ooh, I just got some good charcoal too if you’d rather sketch,” Hardison was saying, sifting through his art supplies. Parker bounded over and pressed up against his side. He jumped slightly but turned to look at them. “Feeling better?”

“Lots,” Parker hummed.

The hacker took in their outfit change. “And looking damn handsome too. Real suave, James Dean kinda look.” When Parker wryly grinned and crossed their arms, squaring their shoulders and standing tall, he mimed a swoon (Parker could see the slight, genuine flush that rose to his face). “So what do you wanna do tonight?”

“Dunno, it’s still your date night,” Parker replied, putting a little more husk in their voice and enjoying the way they could see Hardison’s thoughts stutter slightly.

He recovered quickly. “Well, all I want is a nice night in with my fella, whatever we do is gonna be more than alright with me.”

Parker felt another glow of joy at the endearment, and moved to wrap their arms tightly around him, one hand coming up to grip the back of the hacker’s neck. “Thanks Hardison. I really mean it.”

Hardison softened a little against their firm embrace. “Of course, I never want you to be uncomfortable. I love you.”

“I know,” Parker responded, and smiled mischievously into Hardison’s shoulder as he sputtered.

“Oh no you did not—“

[machinegunbun]

2

The house you eventually park in front of is much like yours, just a bit bigger, since Colson didn't live alone. The sound of sirens outside is carried almost melodically in the freezing wind. You soak it all in, wondering about who else in this city felt so far from home and yet right in the thick of it.

"She's a beaut, huh?" Colson quips, motioning to the steps, "but at least we got it to ourselves tonight," his grin could stretch a city mile.

Once inside, Colson immediately turns on a nearby heater and clears the couch, grabbing his RAW tray off the busted up coffee table, almost muscle memory, it seems, for both of you. You lay a fat sack down on the rolling tray as he sweeps the papers out of the way.

"Damn, do you really got glaucoma?" He snorts, untwisting the top. "No wonder I can smell it thru your backpack." He is all smiles while he breaks it down. "Have a seat, make yourself at home," he offers, pointing to the couch cushion free next to him.

You sit down on the very edge, causing Colson to stop in his tracks.

"Aw, come on, don't do me like that," he pouts, pulling a folded blanket from the chair to his left. "I got blankies," he teased, knowing how drafty all these houses are the heater won't cut it. "I said, make yourself at home," he playfully insists, and unexpectedly, he grabs your thigh to pull you so close, you can feel the heat emitting from his jeans.

He continues as if nothing had even happened, luxurious tongue peeking out to seal the blunt. So you wrap the blanket across your laps, and act nonchalant, too, trying to force the lump in your throat all the way down.

"A backwoods, that's classic," you offer as a change of subject, watching mesmerized as the ambient lighting and warm tones of the fake flames of the heater danced across his chiseled face. Godddd, why couldn't you control yourself?

Colson smirked before running a lighter across it. "Only the best for my guest."

The two of you sit cozy under the blanket for a short period of time, passively hitting the blunt and savoring before passing, while Colson rigged up a speaker. As the hip hop played softly, you felt your muscles relax a bit, most they had in 6 years.

Colson began probing you with his eyes again, like he was about to start 20 questions back up.

"So, you're not really from around here, are you?" He digs, pressing a thigh against yours to turn to face you better.

"Ah, no," you say, nodding

"From....?" He prompts, rolling his hand before passing the blunt.

"Down South," you're ashamed the more you divulge.

Colson pulls a face. "You don't have an accent, though," he contests.

"Got rid of it," you shrug. "People think you're stupid," you smile back.

Colson takes a hand and begins rubbing your thigh softly, as if to comfort you, although he can feel the tension increasing doing just the opposite. "I wouldn't think you're stupid, at all," he husks quietly, serious.

You don't want to make a sound for fear it will come out as a squeak.

"Look, I would ask what brings you all the way out here, but..." He trails off before hitting the blunt hard. "I'm a blunt motherfucker, so I'll just say it. I know about the..." He is swallowing the wrong words, struggling despite his frankness. "Well, the whole crew knows about the... The statutory situation," he whispers, like someone is listening. "You don't really talk to nobody, so.. They got curious. There's... There's lots of articles."

You almost disassociate, so he takes it as a sign to continue.

"I couldn't imagine. So, if I'm making you uncomfortable..." He begins to look worried, the desire to backpedal immediately written across his face.

You physically snap back, and force him to stop leaning away from you.

"You're blunt, huh?" You ask, now trying to comfort him.

"Yeah. I'm sorry," he relaxes into your touch, though.

"You don't have any chains or ropes here, so I'm not here by force," you smile, darkly, almost transported back to 15 again.

Colson winces, sympathetically, before shaking his head (to no doubt clear images) the articles he had read that paint an all too vivid picture out of his mind like an etch a sketch.

"Look, I ... I really wanted to get to know you, and... Everybody told me it was a bad idea, you know? Like I would fuck up your life. But I just really can't resist, you seem so cool, so sweet," Colson trails off, realizing in your vulnerable state he had began being too vulnerable as well.

"Thanks. I know that sounds stupid, but, most people... Well, most guys, avoid me like the plague."

Colson melts back into the couch, into your warmth surrounding you, before beginning to pull a cigarette out for each of you. He passes it to you, so intuitive to how on edge you're feeling. He knows you too well already.

"You don't have to be scared, you know," you remind him, "you can keep playing 20 questions." You're joking but serious. "I've possibly purposefully not made any friends here yet. I salute you breaking the ice AND addressing the elephant in the room," you admit. "I like cutting thru the bullshit."

Colson takes a thoughtful drag from his cigarette while formulating his next question.

" okay," he sounds more at ease, "do you have a boyfriend?" He risks, wincing at how insensitive it sounds, but he correctly got the impression it was forgiven and you wanted to move forward exactly as he intended originally.

"Oooh, no, actually," you giggle at the spicy question. "Other than, the, ya know... Situation, shall I say, never been with a man before." You're shocked at how honest you're being.

Colson can't help his jaw dropping. "How... How old are--you're still a virgin??" He is stumbling over his words.

"21, and, yeah," you choke out, sudden shyness taking over.

It was so refreshing he considered you a virgin still that you could die on the spot.

"Whoa. Just.... Damn," Colson stuttered, as the etch a sketch cleaned his slate once again. Hopefully be was clearing thoughts of how tight you must be still, not how damaged you are.

"Do, um," he clears his throat while putting out his cigarette, "what kind of tattoos and piercings do you have?"

"None, of either, actually," you admit, eyes hungrily scanning Colson's inked up neck.

It seems he can't believe his ears.

"Are you.. Holy shit, no way? Prove it," he challenges.

You shrug the blanket and flannel off to expose your belly, shoulders, and lift your crop top to show nothing on collar bones. Colson looks like he would spit if he had water he was drinking. He wasn't expecting you to show him anything for real.

He lifts a tentative hand to your cheek to brush your hair behind the ear, "wow, no ear piercings, either. You're magical," he says heavily. "You're younger than me, by, like, a lot, but anyone... like you, I never would have guessed..."

You realize now that his knuckles still lay resting on your cheek, stroking it softly, and he'll be able to feel them burning red hot with embarrassment and desire The shame, because you've never done this before, never been so close and intimate with someone, and the desire as well for the same reason.

"You're better than I ever even imagined," he admits before falling silent, soaking up your reaction fully,

Colson breaks the silence first. "I want to kiss you," he states, voice dripping with lust, and cracking slightly.

As you place a hand over his much larger on your cheek, he takes this as a sign to keep going. Leaning forward, foreheads almost touching, Colson licks his lips and scans your face hungrily.

"Can I?" He prompts, impatient, pupils blown, and jaw tight with anticipation.

You feel like you barely nod, hand dropping off of his, before he grabs it tightly to put it around his neck.

"Like this, let me show you," he whispers, lips ghosting yours.

In one Swift motion he slides a hand under your lower back in order to lay you down gently on the couch, hovering above you, on the edge of deranged with desire, like a wolf standing over a downed deer. You figure Colson has never had to exhibit this much self control before.

"I wanna defile you, take your innocence," he rasps, thumb finding its way to your bottom lip, stroking gently, opening your mouth ever so slightly. "I want it to be mine, I've wanted this for so long," he smiles, his rock hard cock pressing with a ungodly heat against your pubic bone. He's not even hiding anything anymore, using your exposed tummy and clothed pussy to hump and grind softly in order take the edge off.

"Can I touch you?" He asks desperately, biting his lip so hard you thought it might bleed. "I want to help you relax a little," Colson whispers, though you imagine it's just as much for him as it is you.

"Anything you want, Cols." You're almost choking.

He lets out a dark laugh at this, and in an instant his hands feel like they're all over you, exploring, finally coming to rest at your jugular, feeling the intense pounding underneath his fingertips.

"You're scared?" It's a question as much as it is a statement. "Or turned on?" Colson raises a brow, other hand massaging your thigh, slowly curling it around his waist, positioning and posing you like a ragdoll, your body defeated and limp to his touches. You are in a state of bliss and fear. "Maybe both," he concludes, smirking.

At this you close your eyes, expecting any second to wake up from this all too familiar dream, as you've pined for your coworker possibly even longer than he has.

Suddenly, Colson is at your ear, breath hot and desperate. "Don't be scared babydoll, you're in good hands," he reassures, nipping at your earlobe in such a way it sends a shiver all throughout your body. "I... Will go... Slowww," he teases out painstakingly, "slow as you need me to," he adds gently.

It was then you were startled into the reality of the situation by the sound of his belt coming undone, soft noises as it is expertly slipped out of his belt loops in one, fluid motion. Colson feels you panic underneath him, and he is quick to respond to this.

—-

Havent had a chance to read it yet but i wanted yall to have fhis lmfaoo. A gift from bigblakdix to me to you

[1kook]

my sentence- super flirty and charming jk and a shy y/n meet at a frat party

word count: 1.1k

i attached a gif of the jk i envisions for this at the end !!

He’s said he knows you for what might be the tenth time since you’ve walked into the party, but you wish he’d stop trying to guess after the third.

You’re not used to this scene, to the loud music reverberating the foundations of the house, or the stench of alcohol that clung to the hand towels in the bathroom. You didn’t know anyone here, except for your roommate, and you're sure as hell none of these people knew you.

Save for this dude, this walking reincarnation of every boy you ever had a crush on during your childhood, his smile too shiny, a mop of dark hair nearly covering the entirety of his face. He swears he knows you, and had it not been for the letterman jacket clinging to his shoulders, maybe you would have entertained the idea of knowing him too. As it stands, you don’t know a single frat boy on campus, and can barely remember the names of the frat houses themselves.

“I swear, I’ve seen this pretty face somewhere,” he flirts, steps a little too close. He smells like lavender, and you can tell it’s not some artificial perfume of another woman sticking to him, but the scent of his fabric softener instead. “You’ve never been here before?”

You shake your head, eyes roving across the crowd dancing in the living room in hopes of finding your roommate, in hopes of being saved from this frat boy whose voice is a little too silky for you to ignore. “I’ve never… I don’t like parties,” you admit, the brief flash of a brown-eyed gaze catching you when he ducks down, seemingly to get a better look at you.

“Huh,” he grins when he finally catches your eyes, though you immediately look away with warm cheeks. “But I do know you.”

You huff in annoyance. “No you don’t, and I-I don’t know if this is how you usually pick up girls, but I’m not like that—“

“Like what?” He smirks, leans against the wall beside you as he takes a swig of his drink. With his body—so lean and firm—out of your way, you can easily make a run for it now, had one set of sturdy fingers not caught your hand in his. “Don’t know what you mean by that, but I’d sure hope my first year lab partner would recognize me.”

You whip towards him, watch as he shakes that unruly mess of curls out of his face, until that pair of honey eyes is staring deep into your own, just like they did when you were measly first years trying to navigate around the lab. “Jeon Jungkook?” You blurt, and you would have yanked your hand away if you could.

“__,” he beams. He’s nowhere near the scrawny kid you’d met three years ago, towering over you like a sunflower as he beams down the power of eight suns with his smile. Now that he’s one hundred percent sure it is you, his demeanor changes entirely. He steps closer, though you’re not sure he notices when your heel bumps against the wall behind you.

“Oh, wow—Kook,” you blabber, flustered with his proximity as he leers over you with that same playful look in his eyes.

“Yeah?” He husks, and he has to know how his breath fans across your face, and how your lower lip trembles.

“I—you’re really close,” you mumble, tentatively placing one hand on his chest to place at least some space between the two of you.

Jungkook smirks, tilts his head cutely to the side as he takes in your appearance, brown curls bouncing to the side. “Is that a problem?” He asks, and you must look silly, mouth opening and closing as you fumble for a response, your frazzled state only making the grin on Jungkook’s face grow. “This okay?” He murmurs, knocks his forehead against yours, hands slowly slithering around your waist, tugging you close onto your pelvis touches his.

You gasp at the suddenness, palms clutching at his jacket. “I-It’s fine, I just…” you trail off, hyper aware of the nose that brushes against yours, the breath that puffs over yours. “I didn’t know…” you finish lamely.

Jungkook smiles, and throws you for a loop when he leans down to press a kiss against your cheek. He must certainly feel the warmth bubbling beneath your skin. “Didn’t know I liked you?” He hums, shifts closer until something hard pokes at your hip, and your eyes flutter at the sensation. “Well I do, ___” he confesses, kisses down the column of your neck until he reaches the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Always did.”

“I-I didn’t know you still… went here,” you blurt, breath catching in your throat at the muscled thigh that slots itself between yours.

Jungkook pauses, hot breath fanning across your skin. “Really?” He murmurs, and you nod despite the hammering of your heart. “And if you did know?”

Your brain blanks. “Hu-huh?” You quiver, arch into his chest when his hands press against the small of your back.

Jungkook sighs, raises his head to look at you again. “If you did know I was still here?” He repeats, and he must see the frantic way your eyes scramble across his features, the way they linger on his lips. “Would you have let me date you?” Your eyes widen. Jungkook doesn’t pay them any attention. “Would you have let me walk you to class and your dorm? Let me fuck you soft and slow into the mattress?”

Cheeks ablaze, you turn away shyly. “I don’t know what you mean,” you whisper, and almost die of shame when your hips buck into his thigh without you telling them to.

A kiss presses against the corner of your mouth, and you crane your neck back immediately, squirming under the hard gaze he locks you in. “I used to think about it all the time,” he says, leans in to brush his mouth against yours softly, not a real kiss. “Still do. The little sounds you’d make, the way you’d shake. Fuck, ___, I could come untouched if I think about your pretty little mouth too much.”

Jungkook doesn’t let you sit in the revelation, surging forward to press one tentative kiss against your mouth. When you don’t pull away, he goes in for another, molding your mouth to his as he slowly, languidly slips his tongue into your mouth.

You’ve never been kissed like this before, never had someone’s saliva cling to your lips like this, and you quiver in his arms at all the new sensations. He pulls off with a pop the second time, taking in your dazed expression and slick mouth. “Why don’t you show me what it does, baby?” He rasps out, and you feel featherlight from his body and his gaze.

“O-Okay,” you confirm, knees buckling beneath you dangerously.  

Jungkook smirks, and his pearly white teeth and madman eyes are the last thing you clearly remember before he whisks you off into a night of long-awaited experiences, both his and yours.

[ part 2 ]

[brideofcthulhu10]

More headcanons to help me work through the dreaded writer's block! Hope you guys don't mind it's a bit slow right now, I plan on posting another tonight and hopefully I'll be able to get to some asks once my brain is no longer fried

Dwayne Headcanons

When he was responsible for Laddie, Dwayne would often take him out to the boardwalk whenever Star was busy. Sometimes he’d even choose to take him along even if they were with Star just to hang with the munchkin

If anyone told him he was too short Dwayne would hypnotize them into letting him one. He wasn't exactly worried about the kid being flung from the roller coaster, he could easily catch him if it happened. It felt awesome impressing him at the strength test, just watching him jump up and down as the attendant handed him a giant blue monkey which of course he'd give to Laddie. The boy was such a hyper, sunny child it was hard not to laugh when this spritely eight year old would play a water gun game and yell “this is a load of bullshit” when he lost. Well, he did grow up around four teenage guys, two having the worst language you could imagine. David used the word "fuck" like it was going out of style. At one point some lady in her thirties tried to lecture Laddie about watching his language, to which Dwayne had immediately stepped in after he said “piss off lady”. Again he had to choke back a laugh, pushing the kid behind him before this lady throttled him. To save face Dwayne feigned some half assed “shame on you” to Laddie just so she would piss off, and then ushered him away- for an ice cream sundae. Granted while he couldn’t condone a kid cussing up a storm, he did find it utterly hilarious watching this uppity chick squawk like a hen in outrage.

“Seriously though I don’t know where the hell you learned all that from-”

“Paul taught me.”

“Yeah, well, Paul probably isn’t the best guy to copy, kiddo. "

Chinese food isn’t his favorite, but he knows it’s Markos so he doesn’t complain when they have it at least once a week. Actually, his favorite is probably Hispanic. Many forget much of California was once Mexico, and as such the culture still thrived even into the early 1900s. Santa Carla flourished, and between pick pocketing gigs and heavy labor on the docks, Dwayne could always count on there being fresh tortillas for a few dollars after a long day. Elotes with extra chili powder, huarache, freshly brewed horchata on ice? Utterly delicious! Nothing can compare to freshly made tamales by a sweet abuela in a tiny food truck cooing to you in Spanish. Even he can blush when they pinch his cheeks gushing about what a skinny man he is. Paul and Marko love it as well and will often tag along when Dwayne goes to Mama Rosa’s, although he often has to elbow Paul in the gut because he’ll flirt with the cooks in the back into getting a free taco.

“Ay, Paul, mi angelito querido cielito, you’re skin and bones!”

“Well, I always skip a meal before coming here, abuela. Your cooking is too epic to have anything else in my stomach!”

“Dude, will you stop flirting with that poor woman before you give her a heart attack, you ass?”

Dwayne had a brother many years ago who was lost after being caught in direct sunlight during the great San Francisco earthquake of 1906. Since then on April 18th he holds a small memorial for his brother Jasper, who died pulling the curtains shut to shield them from the sun. Some years David, Paul and Marko will join him, silently drinking to their fallen friend. It's a rare moment of seriousness for these wild boys, sitting beside an altar crudely constructed atop a wooden crate, draped over with the jacket once worn by Jasper that survived the flames. Decorated in worn candles melted by decades of use, a bottle of rum from over eighty years ago still untouched with an empty shot glass beside it caked in dust and cobwebs, worn flowers shriveled into darkened husks, a glass of blood they keep freshly filled with each visit, feathers of birds to help carry him to the sky. Every time he adds something new, a gift from every era. Recently he brought Jasper a Def Leppard vinyl record, propped against a sketch of his brother drawn before his passing by an admirer who had died long ago. Paul left a little toy motorcycle for him, Marko brought an old pocket watch he found at an antique store that bore a striking resemblance to one he had admired long ago, and David brought him a hunting knife

“You would’ve loved hair bands, Jas. Everything’s changed now, its crazy. It sucks you never got a bike of your own,” Dwayne would say, sitting in the dark with only the tender flicker of candles brushing away the dark. Never again would he let the sun take him. It was the darkest, deepest cave in the hotel. And there, Dwayne spoke more than he ever does outside “Horses were cool, but it’s better to have something that doesn’t stop every time it takes a shit, you know?”

Unfortunately Dwayne sucks at video games. It’s not that he doesn’t get it, but he has the worst gamer rage. Now, Dwayne doesn’t often get legitimately mad, but when he’s been playing the same god damn stupid water level for the past hour and a half just to be killed by a squid-! Well, lets just say Paul practically dove to catch the controller before it was chucked at the tv, and cue a dirty look towards Dwayne for nearly smashing his “baby”. He wasn’t about to have him break ANOTHER controller. Yeah that wasn’t the first. At this point he’s content just watching from afar and sometimes back seat gaming when Marko is going the wrong way. He’s not nearly as bad as David who will openly call someone stupid after dying. 

Dwayne is definitely the type to nap after a long night. Truthfully he misses when he could just lay out in the sun like a lizard on a hot rock after a long day, it’d feel incredible. Instead he’s resorted to a hot water bottle or a heating pad. Yeah, he loves hot weather. Summertime is his favorite time, just savoring the toasted air blowing in his face on rides over the beaches. Sometimes he’ll try to wake up early to watch the sunset from within the cave, although it’s burnt him on more than one occasion he will still try to get a glimpse. Winter is the worst for him, he hates, absolutely despises the cold. Even though he doesn't technically get cold anymore, everything seems to die away in the winter leaving only twisted branches and grey skies. David may enjoy all that gloomy melancholy but not him.

One wouldn’t assume Dwayne to have much of a sweet tooth. That’s because they’re wrong. While he isn’t into the marshmallow caramel double candy bars deep fried and dipped in chocolate like Marko or Laddie, he has a serious weakness for chocolate. Like, a major weakness. Paul is still searching for his stash, tucked away somewhere secret in the hotel. Any time he thinks he’s close to finding it, Dwayne moves it again.

“Dude, sharing is fucking caring you greedy bastard”

“Get your own candy asshole, why do you think I keep my stash hidden from you guys?”

Now the whole hoity toity fancy chocolate isn’t what appeals to him. He can certainly appreciate a well made chunk of dark chocolate sprinkled with chili powder, but he’ll settle for a cheap bar snatched from a gas station. Most sweets weigh heavy on him, but chocolate is such a unique medium that can be changed into almost anything, appealing to every taste imaginable. Sweet, savory, spicy, bitter, semi-sweet, rich, dense, light. Chocolate cake, chocolate doughnut, hot chocolate, fudge, and of course the traditional candy bar. You make him a mug of Mexican hot chocolate and he is putty in your hands. You couldn’t necessarily bribe him with food. But you could certainly butter him up to suggestions when he’s crunching down on a candy bar. Paul knows this, and at this point Dwayne knows this guy has royally fucked up if he comes up to him with a stack of chocolate bars.

“Heeeeey, Dwayne, buddy, old pal, chum, lookie what I found, all for you man how cool is that?”

“....,” Dwayne glances up from his book at the handful of chocolate and slowly lowers it with a firm sigh. “What the hell did you do now?”

“Wha-Whaaa-? Oh! Okay, wow. Woooow. Offend much? I go out of my way- I mean, can’t a guy just, you know, do something nice for his best friend-?”

“Paul. What. did. you. do?”  

“Okay okay, well you see David made me go fill up his stupid bike, and there was this hot chick at the gas station, I mean perfect fuckin ten man, she had the biggest frickin tits- okay anyway! Well, next thing I know the keys are gone, the chick's gone, the fuckin bike- You gotta help me man he’s gonna fucking kill me and dance on my grave!”

Of course Dwayne will help… in exchange for twice the chocolate. Like I said, it won’t always work as a bribe, but it’ll certainly help your cause if you go in with some incentive.

[rhinkthreeways]

Manbun (Smutty Version)

Link was nervous about attending his high school reunion. He hadn’t kept up with people from his hometown, trying to reinvent himself in LA. This was now a personal challenge to return to the setting where he’d existed as a shy, closeted boy. 

The experience wasn’t as terrible as he’d feared. Time and distance had given him the confidence to openly engage with these people he was meeting again, and to whom he felt he was introducing himself for the first time. 

He was casually conversing with his old science lab partner when he spotted the only person he’d actively hoped to see there. 

Link had been hopelessly smitten with basketball star and all around charmer, Rhett McLaughlin, since junior high. 

He was hard to miss. Not many stood half a foot taller than his own respectable 6-foot frame. Aside from that, he looked like a different kind of guy. His clothes were thoughtfully put together, and his hair was… long. Long enough to pull back into a knot on the back of his head. Not one of the styles offered to young men in Buies Creek when they were teenagers. Rhett’s hair was always buzzed for efficiency, and when he wasn’t wearing his basketball uniform, he wore ill-fitting t-shirts and baggy jeans.

Had they even had the term ‘manbun’ back then? If so, Rhett McLaughlin certainly wouldn’t have had one. But this Rhett did; and Link couldn’t take his eyes off it. Aside from darting to his ringless ring finger. His heart pounded with hope. 

He did what he’d never had the balls to do his entire tenure at Harnett Central High School: He went up to him, and said hello. 

To Link’s surprise, Rhett remembered him! Even seemed happy to see him. 

“I always thought we shoulda hung out more. But I was scared. Y’know, because of the... assumptions people made?”

Link shrugged. “They assumed correctly.”

“That’s why we shoulda hung out more,” Rhett said with a wink. “I wasn’t brave enough to ‘out myself’ by association, or pressure you to be interested in me as your only option.”

Link felt like he was dreaming.

“You were the only option I was ever interested in.”

Rhett took a long, slow sip of his drink. “The option is still available, if you, uh… wanna get outta here?”

“Wow. That’s a pretty corny line, man.”

“It’s gonna work though, isn’t it?”

Link had hoped to be driven to Rhett’s place, but Rhett drove them farther into the woods. Finally, they pulled into a clearing overlooking a lake. Between the water sparkling underneath the moonlight and the stars twinkling in the night sky, Link couldn’t recall a more beautiful scene. 

“You remember this place?”

“I’ve never been here before.”

“Really? You never brought anyone out here? Back in the day, this was the spot, man!”

“Guess I was kind of a late bloomer.”

Rhett didn’t give Link a chance to be embarrassed, leaning across the center console to kiss him softly. “I’m honored to be your first.”

“First out here anyway. I’m not THAT late a bloomer.” The gentle tickle of Rhett’s beard gave Link chills.

“Glad to hear it. It’d be a shame if no one's lovin’ on this hot little body of yours regularly.”

“Is that what you wanna do?” 

“Wanna take you. In the backseat, if that’s okay?”

They fervently undressed each other, and awkwardly maneuvered their too large bodies into the back. 

“How do y’want me?” Link husked breathlessly between rough sloppy kisses. 

“Lookin’ at me,” Rhett answered immediately. “I fantasized about those blue eyes more than I care to admit, back in high school. I wanna see ‘em when I’m inside you.” 

Rhett had come prepared with lube and condoms in the glove compartment, and made some terrible joke about it being the ‘love compartment’. 

They didn’t exactly fit in the backseat, elbows and heads knocking into seats, windows, and roof; but the big man fit between Link’s legs like he belonged there, and before long Link was alternately gasping and holding his breath as Rhett worked himself inside. 

They were panting and sweating, but managed to find their rhythm together. Link felt dizzy, enveloped by the sheer size of his old crush, living out his high school fantasy of getting railed by the basketball star - all that was missing was the uniform. He was tempted to close his eyes and picture it. But Rhett said he had wanted to see his eyes. And the reality of present day Rhett was better than any nostalgia-fueled memory. 

Link had buns in both hands. His left hand grabbed onto Rhett’s ass as he thrusted inside him, and his right hand gripped tightly to the knot of thick hair on his head. 

It was a lot. 

Rhett was a lot. 

“Nnngh,” Rhett complained. “C’mon, man. I’m tender-headed.”

Link fumbled with the knot until Rhett’s manbun unraveled and auburn waves freely hung around Rhett’s face like a wild mane. Just when Link thought he couldn’t get any sexier...

“Fuck, Link,” Rhett grunted as he chased his orgasm, close but not quite there. “Yer hotter’n you were 20 years ago. You’re so tight, honey. You sure you’re gettin’ it good enough back home?”

Link didn’t trust himself to speak, but he also had lost all semblance of self control. “No. Never got it this good. Please, don’t stop!”

Despite Link’s lusty plea, Rhett eventually did shudder, grunt... and stop. But he lifted his trembling body off of Link enough to skillfully tug him off. 

The whole experience was so overwhelming, Link thought he could cry. 

Instead, he held it together enough to thank Rhett for bringing him out there. 

“We wouldn’t have been able to get nearly as rowdy if I just took ya to my parent’s house. Although, my childhood bedroom might’ve been kinda… kinky somehow?”

“You’re... just visiting?”

“I don’t still live in Harnett County. I moved out to LA a coupla years ago.”

Now that… was interesting.

[honeybinnies]

[2:33pm] the sound of laughter and chattering overpowered the clinks and clashing of cutlery against the ceramic plates of the restaurant, the presence of each person enough to make the entire table lively. it was chan’s birthday today, and the gang decided to throw him a surprise birthday celebration at this fine dining restaurant. it was quite the surprise that minho was the one who suggested it, considering that the man was pretty tight with his finance. chan and the rest could only thank him for having to throw such a lavish birthday celebration from minho’s kindness. 

“so, 23, huh?” jeongin flashed the birthday boy a bright grin, one that made chan smile himself. “do we officially have the rights to call you “boomer”, boomer?” 

the entire table lit up at jeongin’s teasing, each of the guys chorusing in a chant towards their eldest while the man of the hour could only swat his hand at such the name, as if telling all of them to stop. “i am not a boomer, guys. i’m still as much as a gen z as all you guys are.” 

“oh, you are so a boomer!” felix scoffed, nudging chan by the arm. “you literally hold your phone up and ask us “so, what do you click in order to go to my gallery?” or “ah, so this is how the generation of today uses tiktok!”“ 

chan rolled his eyes at this, trying not to mind the high fives his friends gave each other (and the way jisung choked on his garlic bread). “hey, in my defense, it was a brand new phone! how the hell was i supposed to know how you kids did those stupid dances and whatnot.” 

“okay, boomer.” 

the laughter boomed across the table once more, and they didn’t care if the people stared. the bunch weren’t really the type to have formal parties such as these nowadays, assuming that all of them had little to earn each week and four weeks a month to completely slack off on takeout and extra nap times. they weren’t exactly the bougie type, in fact seungmin was the most bougie out of all of them. the man had a good monthly pay in his salary anyway, and he was a happy virus at work. the people love him, and his charisma is enough to send restaurants offering discounts on their bill. they can just say that they’re lucky to have a friend like seungmin. 

that’s the thing, however. where was seungmin? 

“um, guys,” woojin cleared his throat, and gestured towards the missing chair beside hyunjin. “where’s seungmin?” 

the laughter died down instantly and veered their train of vision towards the empty seat of their table. stunned to the sudden disappearance of their friend, they all blinked, oblivious as to what happened to the guy. “he’s probably in the bathroom.” hyunjin ventured a guess, probably to state the obvious. the rest bought it, though with hesitation, and just continued on with their conversation as if believing hyunjin’s guess. 

hyunjin’s guess was true. seungmin was in the bathroom. the only thing hyunjin didn’t get right was that seungmin was in the bathroom cubicle with a girl pinned against the cubicle door and with his lips smashed passionately against hers, tongues caught in a sloppy frenzy and hands roaming all over each other. 

talk about being bougie. 

“wow,” you gasped between kisses, your hands slipping to grip seungmin’s arms, “for a guy who’s done this for the first time, you’re amazingly good at making out.” you let out a quiet moan when seungmin grazed his hips closer to yours, and placed his knee between your legs, drawing pressure against your clothed entrance, and that was enough for him to smirk against your bottom lip before sucking on it gently and licking the strawberry gloss of your throbbing lips. 

the pleasure sounded from your throat as you whimpered against him, raking his hair out of his face and tugging at his roots, testing to see if he would like such a thing. your ego heightened when he sighed euphorically against your lips, and you let him take his sweet time when his lips traveled against your neck, his hot kisses hitting your sensitive spot instantly. as much as you knew that time was running short, and you both knew that your friends would begin to wonder where you two went, you never wanted this to end. it was the only the time that you both were able to experience a no-strings-attached relationship; just two strangers making out in a public bathroom where their moans could be heard across the cubicle. as much as you two would get caught, none of you minded. 

“you look so good right now, you know that?” seungmin husked against your lips, and rose to peck your lips gently before pulling you up against the cubicle door. you didn’t know what to say, as your vision was blurred with lust and your hearing was clouded from the pants you made. all you ever did was whimper against seungmin’s touch when his hand ran up your thigh to replace his knee with his hand, fingers working magically against your entrance, stimulating your arousal. you threw your head against seungmin’s neck to muffle the moans, and spread your legs wider to feel his fingers in your entrance. 

“more, minnie.” you muffled against his nape, bringing your body closer to him and gripping his hips to feel some more friction. “please, put them in, for the love of god.” 

suddenly, seungmin stopped, as if gaining consciousness from his surroundings around him. his hand immediately left your underwear the moment you said that, and he immediately staggered backwards, eyes wide and innocent, something different prior to the gaze he held earlier. you both stared each other for a good second, trying to catch your breaths, processing what you just did. seungmin was the first to speak up in a while, his voice low and regretful. “god, oh god, what did i just do? i made out with a complete stranger! this--this isn’t me, this is so not me.” 

then, he stared at you, and you were beginning to feel guilt pooling when his look seem dejected, as if deciphering all the wrong doings he did in his life. it’s not like you didn’t care either. this isn’t something that you would do. the both of you acted on impulse, but if you were to look on the bright side, you both achieved a no-strings-attached fling. even though, you sighed, shaking your head at him. “you’re right. this isn’t me either. god, we’re both so stupid!” 

seungmin watched as you made your way towards the closed toilet and slumped on it, running your hands over your face. the man sighed at your figure, so small, so sad, and fixed himself up a little to save himself some time. “well, if it helps,” he then went over to you and lifted your face, his smile suddenly sweet and comforting. “that was the best makeout session i ever had. you really are something, [first name].” 

this brought a smile to your face as you let seungmin fix you up; he adjusted your bra strap, straightened your skirt, and tucked a messy strand over your ear. you weren’t going to lie, but this touches seemed much sweeter than the previous ones that you’ve felt from him, you didn’t know what to make of that. “thanks, seungmin. sex-wise, you seem like a cool guy. i wish we could’ve met on different circumstances.” 

“i wish so as well.” seungmin murmured gently, before he rose up and unlocked the cubicle door. “come on, we gotta get out of here. we can’t leave our friends hanging.” 

you looked at him for a few moments before rising up yourself, exiting the cubicle per seungmin’s demand. as you both were about to open the bathroom door, you stopped short at the exit, and faced seungmin. “can we...can we start over? what we did back there was amazing, but it isn’t something that we should be known for, if we were to put a label on this thing. i think you’re an amazing guy, seungmin. i feel like i wouldn’t want to waste meeting a man like you.” 

seungmin nodded, pressing his lips in an understatement. “of course we can. i’d like to get to more about you, [first name]. say, how about we go out for dinner here? next saturday, probably. my treat, considering i’m the one who came onto you and all that.” his voice went smaller by the word, and it seemed that he was bashful to even have started this whole thing. you thought that it was endearing, seeing him all flustered like that. it was one of the things you decided to add to the list of reasons to fall for seungmin, but you didn’t tell him that. not yet, anyway. 

“i would love that.” is all you said, before you both made your separate ways. you could never forget the bright smile that seungmin emitted from your answering, and seungmin could never forget the way you giggled as you said that, making his heart do little somersaults at his happiness. 

everybody went on a total interrogation phase when seungmin arrived his seat, each of his friends bombarding him with questions of his disappearance and the suspicions of his wrinkled shirt and slightly unkempt hair. well, each of his friends except for changbin, who only sat there sipping his margarita while staring into a different space. let’s just say he’s heard some stuff while he was at the bathroom and decided not to comment on it to the rest of the bunch. that would just be stealing chan’s thunder anyway. 

[theoriginalladya]

25 for F!Shenko.

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On AO3 here

Thank you for this!  The fShenko is implied here ... I started off writing it with my canon Serafina Shepard in mind, but it quickly morphed into a generic Colonist FemShep.  Definitely FShekno though. And wow .. this one snuck up on me.  Because hey, what mission doesn’t immediately go FUBAR when Shepard lands, right?  lol  Under cut because it got long.

~~~

Standing at her private terminal in the CIC, Shepard stares at the latest message that flits across the screen.  It’s from Alliance Command, or Hackett; she’s too distracted by the contents of the message to care, and in the end it doesn’t really matter.  It’s a mission and she is nothing if not a dutiful soldier.  It’s for the war effort.  Alliance personnel on the ground will assist.  The climb up the steps to the Galaxy Map is like slogging through molasses.  When she gets there, she inputs the destination then turns away.

“Commander?”

Halfway to the lift, Shepard stops, waits. Traynor has learned to question when necessary.  

“Are you certain …?”

“Yes, Specialist,” she replies, her voice brooking no argument.  The lift arrives; she boards.  The conversation ends with the closing door.  Traynor’s, “Yes, ma’am,” gets cut off.  

Shepard stares at the console.  She needs a place to think.  Someplace quiet.  This mission … this is going to be difficult and she needs to get into the proper headspace for it.  

~

The Normandy arrives in system fifteen hours later. Shepard is ready and waiting on the shuttle when Kaidan, Liara, James, Tali and Garrus arrive.  “Let’s go, Cortez,” she tells the pilot, securing the hatch behind them.

Unlike usual ground missions, she doesn’t give them a brief on the descent.  In fact, this journey she says absolutely nothing.  She stands behind Cortez, staring out the virtual windows as he takes them down, but her mind races.  The colony is technically in Reaper controlled space, but as they slip below atmo, her gaze searches the skies, the landscape, the familiar-yet-not plan of the colony.  There is no indication of any reaper presence here.  Yet.  

Turning away as Cortez lands, she looks over at her companions.  Her voice is tight, crisp and brooks no argument or discussion.  “Let’s go.  Intel says no reaper presence, but we all know how that goes.  We have five Alliance depots to check out.”  She nods at Garrus and Tali.  “Grab the first two transports you find and we’ll split into teams. Cortez,” she calls back over her shoulder, “stay here.  If by some chance things turn hot, get out and let me know.”

“Understood, commander.”

She pounds the hatch’s release and leads the way out of the vehicle.  The others follow.

Almost from the moment her feet hit the ground, she knows something isn’t right.  Her hand reaches for the comfort of her Hurricane, pulling it free while she scans the vicinity. “Base is to the east,” she tells the rest as she starts walking forward, toward the colony center.  “We’ll head there first, find the locations of the depots.”

Kaidan moves up next to her.  “Where are all the colonists?” he asks, putting to voice the one question everyone has.

Shepard checks that her weapon is loaded and ready to fire.  “I don’t know.”

Transport is limited to one truck that Garrus gets running for them with Tali’s assistance, and with that adjustment the plan moves forward.  Shepard drives, much to the dismay of the rest, and they head east.  The grumbling stops once they’re underway.  She knows the way; they are on alert.  

Thirty minutes later, Shepard slows at the entrance. She idles the vehicle, but there are no guards in sight to let them through. Shepard leans out the window and calls up, “Kaidan?  Vega? Anybody?”

“Not that I can see, Lola,” Vega calls back. Kaidan shakes his head.

Damn.  Slowly, she backs up a few hundred feet.  “Everyone hold on.”  The words are barely out of her mouth before she guns the engines and speeds forward. The gate breaks with the vehicle’s impact and by the time she slows, they are well on the base proper.  

Like the colony proper, the base appears empty. There is no one around when there should be a hive of activity.  Even with the current state of the war, there should be something. Shepard pulls to a stop near the central admin building.  She leads the way inside, her hand at her hip again ready to pull the Hurricane in a heartbeat.  

The building is empty.  From the lobby to the interior halls and offices, there is no sign that anyone is present.  Shepard sends Liara to check the terminal at the main desk; Kaidan, Garrus, and even Tali pick other terminals to check.  Shepard paces.  Something isn’t right …

“Shepard, I’ve found something.”

Her breath catches in her chest as she hurries over to Liara.  Reading through the information presented, she tries to decipher what exactly it is. It makes no sense.  “What …?”

Liara shakes her head and Kaidan steps in to join them.  He scans through the gibberish on the screen before looking over at Shepard.  “This … isn’t right.”

“No kidding?” It comes out far too sharp to be ‘usual,’ but all of them sense there is something more at play here for her now.  

Shepard stalks back around the desk and heads for the main door.  “Load up!” she orders.  “We’ll go find them ourselves.”  So much for assistance.

She slides behind the wheel again.  This time, Kaidan takes the passenger seat and everyone else climbs into the back.  They start off in silence.

Five miles out, Kaidan finally speaks.  “You going to tell me what’s going on?”  He keeps his voice low though there isn’t really a chance anyone will hear.  He knows she’s a private person.  He also knows their presence is more than just a mission to her.  

Her jaw tightens, teeth grinding almost painfully. “Something isn’t right,” she insists, “but I can’t explain it.  Something is just … off.”

He nods.  “Yeah, we all sense it too,” he assures her.  “What did Hackett tell you to expect?”

She shrugs.  “Alliance personnel should have been there.  Someone was to give us the access points.  They know we are coming …”

They know …

The vehicle tops a rise.  Below them, the road winds down the side of the hills through the patchwork fields.  In the distance is a small clearing, fenced and closed off.  The road leads straight to it.  Like a moth to a flame …

Shepard slams on the brakes halfway down the hill. She hears shouts, complaints from the back, and even Kaidan’s hand slams on the dash.  “What is it?” he asks, looking over at her in concern.

“Fuck!  How could I have been so stupid!”

“What?”

She scans the landscape, hoping she’s wrong, but past history is too much to ignore.  “It’s a trap,” she replies as she shifts the gears and starts backing the truck to a point where she can turn around.

“How do you know?”

“No one is here – either they’ve been taken, or they’re lying in wait for us to hit those depots.”  Frustration eats at her as she maneuvers the vehicle.  

Kaidan frowns.  “That’s a bit of a jump, isn’t it?  Weren’t you the one to tell me when they rebuilt the colony after the attack in 2170 they added panic rooms to every building?  Maybe they’re safe and secure down there?”

She slams her fingers to her comms connection. “Cortez, fire up.  Mission is scrubbed and I want off this planet ASAP.”

“Understood, commander.”

“Shepard, we can’t just leave!” Kaidan argues.  “Don’t you want to help?  We need those supplies and … and this is your home!”

She guns the engines, panic driving her now. Something is wrong … something is wrong … something is very, very, VERY wrong …  As she skirts the outer edges of the colony proper, the first hint of movement flicks out of Kaidan’s side of the vehicle.  

“Shepard!” Vega shouts.  “Husks!”

“FUCK!”  

The LZ is still a mile or two ahead of them.  “Open fire!” she shouts out the window.  Ahead of her, she notices more filtering out from the fields on the sides of the road.  She grabs her Hurricane and fires out her window as Kaidan starts to do the same on his side.  

The LZ comes into sight mere moments later. Shepard slides the truck to a stop some fifty yards from the shuttle.  Thankfully, there don’t appear to be any reapers attacking their exit route. “Cortez!”

The hatch lifts and everyone scrambles inside. Garrus and James provide covering fire until Shepard boards.  “Go! Go! Go!” she shouts to Cortez.  She triggers the hatch and it slams shut as she sinks to the floor; the Hurricane clatters next to her.  She buries her face in her hands for a long minute, lowering them when the weight of a hand slides around her shoulders.  Looking up, she meets Kaidan’s concerned gaze.  “This isn’t my home,” she rasps.  “This will never be my home …”

[passionbooties]

title: i bet you taste like gold  rating: t  pairing: raihan/leon  summary: raihan's never been afraid of the chase. because in the end, he always knew he'd be the winner. that all crashes when the reward at the end of the chase is leon: the one man raihan has always lost to.OR five times raihan has mentioned or shown that he likes leon, and the one time leon finally gets it.

can be read on: ao3!

read under cut ! 

I. 

“Damn, we lost again! But ya did good, Duraludon.” Raihan calls back his Pokémon. Rotom flies around to snap photos of the moment. Because even though Raihan lost, he’s still handsome. And there’s something his followers love about his pouts after defeat-a beauty found in the pain, sort of thing. 

He looks upward, to Leon’s smiling face. As brilliant as the sun while he laughs with his partner, Charizard. “Another win for the great champion of Galar!” Leon is so confident , so sure of himself, but so pure. His boasts never come off cocky. Only mere facts that the entirety of Galar have written into their history books as gospel truths. “But it’s to be expected. After all, I’m unbeatable.”

“Yeah, for now.” Raihan snorts, but there’s no derision. No anger. Only this unsettling warmth that seeps into his bones the more he looks at Leon’s smile and continues comparing him to the sun. Bright, orbiting, so expansive and heat-filled that ignoring him was impossible.

Not that Raihan ever tried. He’d been captured by Leon long ago… 

“I was close, though!” Raihan continues, striding over to meet Leon on the other side of the pitch. “Duraludon nearly had your Charizard begging for mercy.”

Leon barks out a burst of laughter, Charizard following suit. “Yeah sure! If that’s what you want to call it, we can work with that.” Raihan rolls his eyes while Leon keeps laughing and laughing. And Raihan’s stomach keeps tumbling and twisting into knots. 

Leon’s laughter is one of his favorite sounds. Better than any music Raihan’s ever listened to. 

Rotom whirrs by, bumping into Raihan’s cheek. A subtle reminder to get his life together and not drool so much over his longtime rival and friend. Right, good. 

“Well,” Raihan works his jaw, adjusting his posture to come off as casual-and not monumental or anything of the sort to show how much impact he wanted his words to convey. “If you were anyone else, I’d definitely try to throw hands. So you’re lucky that I like you so much.”

So much. So much more than any harboring feelings of platonic platitudes he carried for the other people in his life. His heart rate never sped up so viciously as it did around the champion. His thoughts were never consumed by anyone else other than Leon. 

It was horrific. Raihan wanted to scream.

His nerves became static, but Leon doesn’t seem to catch onto his words. Not really, not to their significance. But the smile he gives Raihan is soft, dare he say intimate, and Raihan has to hold back-for now-the urge to pull Leon by his cape and kiss him.

Instead Leon says, “I like you too.” 

And it’s not the same.

Raihan feels the heat dissipate and a weight drop, deep. Then comes the sandstorm. Obscuring the flash of disappointment from breaking through to the surface on Raihan’s face. 

Then they’re swarmed by fans who happened to oversee their battle. Quick as a standard, covering up their tracks, asking Raihan and Leon for photos and autographs of their league cards. Leon, the beloved Champion, falls into the steps of his role. Signs the cards and strikes his pose and sprinkles advice for budding trainers. 

Raihan follows suit. Slips on his little mask and uses Rotom to take a bunch of photos with his fans. 

If every so often, Raihan peeked over to catch Leon laughing with the kids or striking his pose, embracing the spotlight he made with ease, then so be it. 

It was hard to ignore the sun when it shone so close, so brilliantly, anyways. 

  II.

Raihan can’t remember when he fell. 

But he knows it was a graceful fall. A sudden snowstorm that drowned him in the feeling of attachment and yearning and longing for Leon that resonated a powerful chord one day when Raihan least expected it. 

All the leaders of Galar knew about his one-sided affections, except Leon of course.

It had almost become a joke. A running bet among the leaders about how much longer Raihan would skirt around before he finally lost his patience and straight up proposed. Others wondered about the opposite: how much longer would it take until Leon finally noticed?

Both bets ended in similar fashions: whatever the outcome was, it wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

Really, Raihan was somewhat coping with the fact that he was enamored by his best friend and greatest rival who was also, simultaneously, the most powerful trainer in all of Galar.

And the biggest idiot in all of Galar. 

But that’s what was so charming . 

And Raihan really, honestly, should have seen it coming. Leon attracted everyone. He was lion like. Prideful in his strength while caring a sort of regality that made others want to follow him. Raihan always chased after him from the start. To become better than him, to surpass him in the race and become champion. 

Then somehow, someway, the chase ended in a plunge. And Raihan was diving face down into a rainstorm of emotional attachment. 

While he may not remember when the feelings took root, he remembers vividly the first time he ever let it slip to Raihan about his feelings. 

They were eating dinner at Bob’s Your Uncle. Raihan was snapping photos and Leon was making funny faces. Their food was gone by this point, but conversation didn’t stop. It never stopped between them. Leon always had stories to share about challengers who came for advice, for a battle, for a moment to bask in his presence. Raihan was always dishing out strategies, new ways to utilize the elements for his team’s advantage, better ways to craft synergy between his Pokemon in their double battles. 

They were always talking and talking, bouncing back and forth, cracking jokes. Then Leon got called over by the manager and Raihan waves him off, because what is a Champion if not at the beck and call of their people, and as he watches them interact he thinks to himself how Leon looks like a king-cape aside.

Broad shoulders, a strong back, his shoulders squared. Everything in Leon’s stance is that of someone fit to rule. Fit to command. Fit to oversee. Fit to love . Strong and sturdy, a foundation that Raihan found himself wanting to utterly wreck and destroy beneath him.

Then his face got all red. His cheeks burned, a hot scorching sun across the expanse of his face. His eyes wide as he looks at Leon walking back over to him with a bottle of wine and two glasses. On the house from the manager for the two of them being such loyal customers. 

When Leon sat down, he immediately asked, “What’s wrong?”

“I like-” Raihan nearly bit his tongue. Leon blinked and Raihan couldn’t believe he almost confessed. Almost said I like you. I like you. So much, so much that I'm going to be swallowed whole and I had no idea this was going to happen. 

“You like…?”

“Like-that we can use your Champion status to get free drinks, yeah.” Raihan lied easily, smoothly. Ignored the burnt taste on his tongue from his lie. Leon, thankfully, didn’t ask further. They shared drinks and went back to their conversation but this time Raihan couldn’t help but think Leon was the sun, over and over again, and how much he wanted to become an Icarus-scorched by his touch. 

III.

“Honestly, just kiss him.” 

“I’ve thought about that multiple times, Ness.” 

Nessa folds her arms and leans back against the back of the booth, “Super surprised you haven’t gone full dragon mode and slobbered him silly with kisses, at this point. You’re normally much more straightforward with your conquests.”

Raihan rolls his eyes while Rotom snickers. “I’ll bring out the screwdriver on you,” he threatened but that only made Rotom whir and snicker louder. Gremlin. Raihan meets Nessa’s pointed gave, brilliantly blue and as fearsome as the ocean. 

Which he needed, because Raihan was tired of bullshitting himself. Nessa was absolutely correct that Raihan wasn’t being himself. Not really, anyways. Raihan has confidence in his looks, his reputation, and overall swagger that he carries like a crown upon his head. He’s just as notorious, if not just as famous, as Leon-the only man to come close to someone Leon considered a rival. He can get anyone-he knows he can get anyone. 

Usually it only took a smile in their direction, a flash of fang, a flex of muscle, a whisper in their ear covered in husk, sprinkled with secrets they could make between the two of them under bright moonlight and starless skies-yet all those tricks and tactics fell utterly short at Leon’s feet. 

All Leon had to do was exist in the same space and time as Raihan and Raihan forgot how simple it was to breathe.

“Oh wow,” Nessa exhales with a whistle, reaching for more of her shake. She takes a pointed slurp. “You’ve got it bad , mate.”

“Shut up,” Raihan growls, but it sounds pitiful even to his own ears. 

Nessa smirks with her straw still in her mouth, “Listen, I love Leon. Truly do, but the man is only focused on one thing: winning. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him even utter words like dating or love-they’re just too out of his orbit.” 

“You think I don’t know that? The man’s got a bad case of one track mind and he’s barreling down that track at breakneck speeds.” Raihan goes for one of her fries because he needs comfort food and Nessa pinches his hand. “Ow! Rude, Ness.”

“Rai. Call him up and ask him out on a date. Then he can buy you fries.”

“I’ve considered that.”

“And?”

“And… what?”

“Let’s not play the who’s more dense game. Be the forward Raihan I know you can be and ask him out. What are you so afraid of?”

Ah, there it is. What was Raihan afraid of? And truly, what has he to lose? Everything comes snapping at him, fangs and claws at his neck. He never hesitated before. Never, because they were calculated wins. He knew with the people in his past he could obtain them, and obtain them easily. They were games where his outcome always ended with him as the winner. 

But that changed with Leon. Not once, not ever, had Raihan been even close to winning against Leon. Perhaps that spiral of losses had downward dove into Raihan believing he’d lose to Leon in this too. 

Raihan swore and Nessa simply shook her head. “Do what you need to do, Rai. But… if you ask me, I don’t think your chances of success are as low as you think they are.”

Raihan looks up at that. Sees the mischievous glint in Nessa’s eyes and a snow swirl of hope spike up in his chest. “What makes you say that?”

Nessa snorts and finishes off the last of her milkshake before she stands up, “The stars,” she answers impishly before she skips off to the bathroom. Leaving Raihan to stew and mutter and contemplate and go simply mad over her cryptic language. 

Later that night, he texts Leon. Asking a simple question: What would you do if I said I liked you?

He gets a response about thirty minutes later and nearly cries. 

Well of course I’d tell you I like you too. Haha, why what’s going on :P?

IV.

Raihan isn’t avoiding Leon. 

No, he’s simply busy.

He has a gym to run after all. And Pokemon to train. Food to eat and places to explore. The wild area’s raid dens were popping off more often recently. So of course Raihan had to go and explore. See if there were any new dragon Pokemon he could catch, or Pokemon in general to battle against. 

Sure, Leon would text him and Rotom would get all up in Raihan’s face whenever he did. But suddenly, Raihan couldn’t read anymore and to force himself to learn a skill he no longer had would be madness. So he refused to do so!

He was, in fact, avoiding Leon.

But his pride would never allow him to admit that. 

Raihan’s able to pull this off for about three weeks when his luck runs out. 

“Raihan!” Leon’s voice carries across the pitch of Hammerlocke stadium. Raihan stops his training with Flygon and Torkoal, nearly jumping from his skin. 

Shit. Fuck. Shit. Flygon and Torkoal are giving him knowing looks and Raihan’s incredibly close to asking them both to set him ablaze with a flamethrower. 

“Finally!” Leon runs over, all smiles and sunlight and Raihan wants to dig himself into the ground. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all week, yeah? Where have you been? Why haven’t you answered any of my messages?”

Raihan tilts his head. Makes his stance casual, hands in his pocket and words coming out with a drawl. “Been busy, mate. Got a gym to run and all that jazz.”

Leon looks at him strangely. And his sunlight starts to turn harsh. “Right… well, my mum’s grilling up a barbecue tonight. I was wondering if you wanted to come by and hang. I texted you and didn’t get a response. So I thought it’d be easier to just come in person!”

He’s so earnest. And so pure. So straightforward and just. Raihan’s heart squeezes, and aches. Every nerve in his body is snarling at him to confess. To unleash all the truth at Leon’s feet and hope for the best. To not let the fear of losing, again, so visceral, stop him from pursuing the golden man he craves. 

Tell him you like him. Say it over and over until it penetrates the thick fog of obliviousness. Let him know over and over again how you crave the taste of his mouth. Want to run your nails down his back. Want to feel his surety and strength in the palm of your hands. How much you want to-

Rotom softly whirs beside him, having popped out to scope the scene. Flygon and Torkoal are looking at him, encouraging him to say something. To speak. Even if his voice shatters. 

Yet, fear is stronger. 

Fear wins. 

“Can’t tonight,” ashes in his mouth-and the taste makes him sick as he continues. “I’ve already made plans.” he turns on his heel, lowering his visor so it shades his eyes. Leon could pierce through him, easily, and Raihan would rather die than have Leon see how pathetic he feels written all over his face. 

Before Leon can say anything Raihan calls back Torkoal and makes Rotom go into his pocket. Then he climbs onto Flygon and tells it to take him to the Wild Area. Flygon hesitates, for a second. Looks back to Leon and softly hums before taking off with Raihan. 

The mighty tamer of dragons, a coward when it comes to feelings.

Laughable. 

V.

The next time Raihan and Leon meet their world is unfurling at the seams.

Falling apart in bright columns of purple light.

The Darkest Day , Chairman Rose calls it. To save us all! To protect the future of Galar! 

“He’s gone utterly insane,” Raihan hisses as the clouds above them turn pitch black and turbulent. The other leaders and challengers were doing their best to calm the masses and get them to safety. Raihan’s already making plans to go to Hammerlocke so he can go down to the power plant and beat some sense into Chairman Rose himself. 

“I have to stop him,” Leon says from beside him. Raihan is reminded immediately how this is the first time in about a month that they’ve existed in the same space. They had a brief crossing in the locker room before the Championship Cup but it had been tense, and Raihan had kept himself short.

Time apart did his feelings no good. They festered like bacteria, crawling under the ground he tried to firmly pack like worms. Horribly gnawing away at his heart until Leon and the guilt he felt over their last meeting was all he his thoughts consumed. 

“Leon,” Raihan says, the name dropping effortlessly out of his mouth before it can be stopped. Leon glances over at him, his mouth ready to move until the ground starts to shake at their feet.  Crackling, gurgling with ancient energy. “Leon, move!”

Raihan’s body works faster. He pushes Leon out of the way as the earth cracks by their feet. A giant burst of purple energy, raw and vicious, shoots up into the sky. There’s screaming, and the scattering of feet. Dust floats in the air and rubble lays around them. 

Raihan swears again, coughing as the dust settles. He pushes himself upwards, when he realizes the position their in. Leon is sprawled underneath him. Raihan’s on top. And Raihan hates, hates the sort of images that-Leon’s looking at him. And Raihan can read every single emotion behind his eyes-the anger and hurt and surprise and shock and joy and-

“Raihan,” Leon says quietly. Raihan’s snapped out of his thoughts as the world continues to collapse around them. “Are you alright?”

“I,” Raihan works his jaw, tries to make the words come out. “Yeah. Yeah I am. You?”

Leon’s still looking at him, still searching. And for once, just this time, Raihan lets himself be seen. Be pierced. Be examined and looked. Let’s the lion scrape away at the ground until there’s nothing but bare bones of emotion that Raihan can’t really hide from anymore. 

There’s a few seconds that passes, then Leon closes his eyes and exhale deeply. “Help me up, please.”

Raihan does so, robotically. The two stand and stare at each other, a minute more, before Leon steps into Raihan’s space. 

“You can’t go without backup,” Raihan starts. “You’re the Champion and all, I get that. But not even you-”

“I can,” Leon interjects, and he’s so close. So close and so sure, unwavering, Raihan doesn’t know how he thought he could run away from Leon when his gravitational pull was so deep. “And I’ll be back. Safe, and sound, so that when I come back, we can talk.”

“We can-?” Raihan’s words are swallowed whole by Leon’s lips on his. 

Leon kisses the way he battles-sure, strong, and forward. It’s clumsy as all hell though, and Raihan hates the little choking noise he makes in surprise from it all. But Leon tastes like gold, with dirt, with liquid heat. 

Leon pulls back, and his eyes are hooded. But his lips are pulled into the brightest grin as their foreheads touch in the middle of the chaos. 

“Yes, we need to talk. We have a lot to go over." And then, a beat later and with a goofy grin to seal the deal, Leon says, "I talked to Nessa.”

Raihan’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “What did she say-”

“That you like me." Leon says effortlessly. "And that I’m as dense as a house of bricks. And she’s right, I am dense. But she also told me that I need to tell you that yes, Raihan, I like you too.”

Raihan is rooted. Cemented to the ground and Leon just gives him his soft smile, his confident gaze, and Raihan shoots forward to kiss him again. Sharply, one more time before letting go. One more time to make sure it’s real. 

“Brilliant. Absolutely fucking brilliant ,” he wants to laugh in hysterics but now, now is not the time. And this was not the place nor the setting he envisioned where this moment would finally come. “Yes. Okay. We will talk. After we save the world… be safe, Leon.”

“Always, Raihan.” 

[primalvessel]

This was supposed to be a birthday present for @azure-steel but writing for a deadline gave me a block halfway through and now it’s too early for sinday so rip me and my timing. ;o;

 But anyway. Happy belated birthday Saphie~ I know it’s two days late I’m sorryyyy. It’s a bit of a mess but I hope you get some enjoyment out of the read nonetheless.

Cut for length and naughtiness

When his deliveries had been completed early because bad weather had moved in and someone had called in to reschedule (it was still incredibly novel to Maru to receive calls to his phone, even if it was only Tifa fielding the occasional call to the office phone and passing on messages while he and Cloud were out), Maru was more than happy to park up his bike in the garage, give it a clean of the mud and grime that built up once it had started raining and head inside for a shower.

With no cancellations on Cloud’s end, it meant that Maru was mostly alone in the residential space above the bar while Tifa prepared to open but since he wasn’t entirely alone and nudity probably wasn’t appropriate, after pulling on some boxers the Miqo’te grabbed a shirt that had been tossed aside in the bedroom and pulled it on, peering down at himself when it didn’t fit quite right.

“He won’t mind...” the Miqo’te murmured to himself with a shrug, leaving Cloud’s shirt on and padding on through to the lounge to put the radio on.

Three hours later, Maru was woken from his nap along the couch to the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and as he began to sit up to see who it was, his eyes met Cloud’s and the blond froze. Maru watched the blond’s gaze drink him in slowly, as if there was something different about Maru that he’d not noticed before.

Holding still, Maru’s teeth sank into his bottom lip as he held still, trying to work out what had come over the courier but even that small motion seemed to do something to the blond, whose gaze snapped up to his lips before trailing back down his neck to the lightly rumpled shirt, riding up just slightly above dark coloured boxers.

He barely had time to put the pieces together before Cloud was approaching.

“Ah, I uh... I borrowed your shirt, I hope you don’t mind...”

Cloud replied with a slightly non-committal hum before resting his knee on the couch between Maru’s legs. “Remind me to let you wear my shirts more often,” he said with a slight husk to his voice, one hand reaching forward to slide up beneath that shirt to glide warm fingers over warmer stomach.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of the Miqo’te’s lips and he chuckled softly, head canting just a little to the side as he observed the low burn of desire in that normally chilly gaze.

“Then... welcome home?” Maru purred softly, reaching for a slightly flushed cheek to draw the blond in for a kiss, one that had the Miqo’te moaning quietly against soft lips when he felt the press of Cloud’s growing hardness against him through the slightly baggy pants.

Tifa could climb the stairs at any moment and catch them there on the couch but the potential for it to happen only spurred the blond on and he reached down to undo and push down his pants. He hadn’t anticipated anything more than getting home, getting warm and getting into bed with a hot drink most likely but the sight of Maru there, laid out along the couch wearing his shirt and no pants like a sight meant only for him, it immediately lit a fire within him, one that was only stoked higher still by the sleep-mussed hair, the teasing glimpse of toned stomach.

Looks weren’t everything, Cloud knew, but it should be illegal for someone to look as delectable as the Miqo’te did especially when wearing his shirt.

Rising from the couch only long enough to discard his pants and grab lube, making very clear his intent, Cloud leaned back over the feline, stroking a hand along one of those strong thighs until he could close fingers around the bottom of Maru’s boxers and tug them down, baring the Miqo’te’s length to the warm air of the living space.

Maru helped where he could and with a growing impatience that likely didn’t compare to Cloud’s, he urged the blond on to prep him, reaching down to stroke himself lazily as the blond’s hurried motions betrayed his eagerness. Occasionally the feline would catch Cloud’s gaze flicking up as if to once again take in the sight of him, sprawled on the couch as he was in a shirt that wasn’t his own.

Desire got the better of them both though and soared only higher still when Cloud was finally buried to the hilt inside his increasingly vocal lover.

Clenching around the thickness filling him, Maru pulled Cloud in for another heated kiss only to break it and bury his face in the blond’s neck to muffle his moan as Cloud shifted his hips just slightly. That was all the adjustment afforded them before Cloud began to thrust, rocking the Miqo’te’s shoulders into the armrest of the couch to the tune of soft thumps, breathy gasps and the meeting of sweaty skin.

When one particularly deep, angled thrust brushed along Maru’s prostate just so, he couldn’t help the shout that left his lips, fingers digging into the back of Cloud’s shirt, clawing and dragging at it, thighs clenching around the blond in reflex.

Maru went scarlet when suddenly there came the sound of footsteps on the stairs, Tifa’s voice calling up ‘Is everything alright?’ before the footsteps halted partway up, there was the very faint sound of boistrous calling from the bar and then the footsteps receded once more. The Miqo’te was whimpering, teeth sunk into Cloud’s shoulder to further muffle the noise as his cock wept pearly beads of precum, the reality of how close they’d come to getting caught, however briefly, making him rock back desperately against Cloud’s cock.

Cloud’s heart was racing, his breathing coming in ragged pants after having been held in a rush of fear and arousal. He couldn’t see the Miqo’te’s face but he could feel the heat radiating from him, feel the spot of damp forming on his shirt where the feline’s textured dick was pressed between them. If he hadn’t known already that the Miqo’te had a thing for exhibitionism or the potential of getting caught, he certainly would have after that close call.

Short nails caught and raked down the side of Cloud’s neck as Maru sought something to cling to, catching on the collar of Cloud’s shirt and pulling the blond in so that he could sink teeth into the junction between neck and shoulder, muffling another soft cry as one of Cloud’s hands slipped between them to stroke along the Miqo’te’s achingly hard cock, feeling the small bumps and ridges beneath his palm even as the feline bucked up towards him.

Breathless with need, hips rocking in increasingly shallow, rapid little thrusts, Cloud didn’t need to say anything for Maru to know he was close and it was the lithe body beneath him clenching around his cock as he thrust deeply that sent him over the edge, groaning softly as he filled his lover through several long, deep thrusts.

Almost at the same time he felt the Miqo’te’s cock twitch, heard the muffled mewl so close to his ear and then the feline was painting his hand and his shirt with ribbons of cum as he spent himself between them.

For a long moment the pair of them remained motionless then, breathing heavily and letting their racing hearts slow. Maru pulled back just enough to nudge his nose against the blond’s jaw, warm breath washing over Cloud’s neck before their lips met in a languid, lazy kiss.

“Wow,” Maru whispered softly, relaxed beneath the blond and peering up at him with a lazy smirk. “We should do that more often.”

Cloud’s reply was a soft snort as he eased his length from within the Miqo’te, enjoying the shudder it wrought in the man beneath him before he carefully began to rise from the couch, using the back of it for support when his legs needed an extra moment to take his weight.

“We should shower, before Tifa comes to check on you,” Cloud rumbled pointedly as he watched his lover slowly sit up and get to his own feet, his eyes drawn to the creep of white slowly trailing down the inside of the feline’s thigh. Already flushed cheeks darkened further and azure eyes turned away before he could incite another round within earshot of their far too keenly hearing housemate.

Despite wanting to hurry so as not to invite further potential to get caught with their pants down (literally), Cloud did wait for the Miqo’te to find his feet before they made their way to the bathroom and if Tifa later wondered aloud to them how the potted plant in the corner came to be wearing Maru’s pants, well... The look they shared wouldn’t be enough to give them away when they claimed to have no idea how they came to be there, right?

[teetlesandnimjas]

It’s 4 in the morning. Want a monologue of me watching the TMNT 2014 Bay Movie? Of course you do. I hate this so much

I watch the god awful TMNT 2014 movie- a monologue. If you find this, I’m sorry.

Oh the intro’s wicked. It’s like 2d and shit and the detail

Oh wtf is that the character models??? Wait are we gonna see them or???

Who’s this bitch? Is that supposed to be April?

Oh fuck she’s played by Megan Fox. WHY WOULD YOU HAVE APRIL BE PLAYED BY MEGAN FOX???

Oh oh wow okay so there’s an Asian girl with multicolor hair and she’s evil. I love her, how could I not.

Will say- cinematography is good. I feel sorta immersed and shit. And it’s also like really interesting

Okay so she followed them to a subway... and got taken hostage by the Asian lady. Who’s the Asian lady again??? Who are you??? You’re hot that’s all I know

Okay how tf they gonna ninja this shit it’s completely illuminated?

“All aboard” Oh so these motherfuckers riding the train oh the lights went out oh that makes sense

Oh this is a cool shot. Almost makes up for MeGAN FUCKING FOX WHY???

Oh these motherfuckers are so loud- you can hear them from the street while they’re on a rooftop while also in fucking NEW YORK?? How???

Dumbasses

“He’s doing his Batman voice” “I only watched Batman once” heh funny Batman crossover reference because that was a thing

Y’all these motherfuckers terrifying wtf

“She’s looking at us like we’re freaks” bitch IM LOOKING AT YOU LIKE YOUR FREAKS WTF ARE THESE CHARACTER MODELS

Ew I hate it I HATE IT

THEY HAVE T E E T H??? AND N O S E S??? This is CGI you didn’t HAVE TO DO THIS WTF

Is this motion capture? This is motion capture isnt it? Well I guess that explain the... yknow this whole situation

God the adult jokes wtf is this rated

Idk what this is rated but I am uncomfortable wow

OOP OKAY ANOTHER COOL SHOT WOW

Oh so they snuck out

Shit man Splinter is ugly but got skills

“Uh- I forgot to sanitize my retainer” Your WHAT? Okay I wheezed not gonna lie. But only because my brain like immediately went “your WHAT?” Like that one meme of the blonde lady yeah that and it made me laugh idk

The fucks a oh shit okay

Pft okay who’s gonna say fuck first? Someone’s gonna say fuck. My bets on Mikey.

It’s PG-13, right? So they can say fuck at most once. So who’s gonna say it? It’s a Bay movie cmon who’s gonna say fuck.

My life would not be rated PG-13

They were her PETS AS A CHILD??? I’m very close to nope-ing the fuck outta here

Project Renaissance? Fuck off this is too detail I just wanna see people get punched. That’s all Bay movies are good at anyways

WHY IS THERE SO MUCH MEGAN FOX SHE APPEARS MORE IN THIS MOVIE THEN THE GOD DAMN NAME SAKE DO

Dumbass

They KIDNAPPED MEGAN FOX

Cool boom box wall. Motherfuckers have a boom box wall. Like it’s a wall... entirely made out of boom boxes. It’s cool but W H Y who would have the time to MAKE THIS??? DID THEY STEAL ALL OF THIS??

UUUUUGH more flash backs this is bullshit STOP TRYING TO MAKE THE GOVERNMENT INVOLVED

lol drugs

RAT MAN

Oh my god this backstory

SPLINTER IS SO UNIMPORTANT IN THIS BULLSHIT LIKE HE’S NOT EVEN A TRAINED NINJA??? FUCK OFF. He’s so ugly tho holy shit

OOOOOH finally more fighting

Shredder looks wicked oh my god

WOW OH MY GOD I LOVE SHREDDER BUT THIS BACKSTORY

Bullshit

Oh they blew shit up nice

God the product placement

Oh my god this is bullshit

This bitch again fuck I don’t even know his name

Impatient bitch

Oh NOW WE’RE BRINGING IN THE MUTAGEN. TOOK A W H I L E

bitch

Oh you’re ugly I hope you die you old greedy man

Okay boomer

Classic “Villain gives away their whole scheme” LILE dude I spaced out what??

Fancy mansion oooooooh

HE NUST BROKE THROUGU THE VAN

S H R E D D E R OH FUCK

dumb bitches

Lol adrenaline drugs

Wow dumb bitches

THEYRE B U L L E T P R O O F???

Heeeeey got Asian girl is back

Again with the cinematography that’s too good to be in this train wreck dumpster fire of a movie wtf why is this

B A Z O O K A ????

OKAY NO MORE BAZOOKA WHY???

More cool shots wow

Ass shot of Megan Fox. Because.

THESE FUCKERS CAUSED AN A V A L AN CHE

You guys are so fucking stupid but I’ll be damned if this isn’t a cool scene wow

Okay that’s pretty cool he just flipped a car through the air fuck yeah you go my boy

Fuck did I really just say my boy about this shit no stop fucking hell iM NOT GETTING ATTACHED STOP

This bitch just stuck her whole body out a window in the middle of a chase scene WITH AN AVALANCHE WTF MEGAN

I’m not calling her April, this is not April. This is a husk, a shell devoid of personality other than being moderately attractive and plain. Her entire character is based around reacting to shit.

Oh god no wonder the people who like this are horny teen girls tHATS WHY THEY HIRED MEGAN FOX OH MY GOD BECAUSE ITS OH MY GOD I GET IT ITS LIKE WHAT THEY DO FOR THOSE ANIMES WITH THE GUYS BEING COMPLETELY BASIC SO THE VEIWER CAN PUT THEMSELVES ON THE CHARACTER OHHHHHH yeah that’s bullshit

Drop off??? Shit man

OH HE FUCKING DIED

OH HES NOT FUCKING DEAD OKAY

I don’t care about the other fuckers

Haahahshshshshwb big hands tiny keyboard

AgAIN WITH THE CINEMATOGRAPHY WTF ITS SO GOOD

y’all need a nap stfu

Oh fuck they’re gonna poison New York.

OH HE MURDERED THE F A T H E R

OH AGAIN WITH THE CINEMATOGRAPHY AJSJSJSJSSJSJ ITS SO GOOD

Wow

OKAY THE BO STAFF LIKE POPPED OUT OF THE SCREEN I WOW I JUST WOW OKAY THIS CINEMATOGRAPHY THIS IS SO GOOD but everything else is awful

Bullshit

S W O R D S? JUST SLICE THROUGH THE TOWER??? O K A Y???

Oh fuck y’all about to fall to your death. He’ll yeah. DiE MEGAN F O X

Oh that’s right we have emotions. Wow.

Bullshit.

B U L L. S H I T.

They should NOT HAVE SURVIVED THAT THAT WAS THOUSANDS OF FEET. YOU WOULDVE BEEN CRUSHED.

Cool van.

NSJSJSJSJAJ V I C T O R I A S E C R E T A D? WTF???

And that’s it. Wow. Awful outro. Imma go vomit now. It’s 4 AM OH MY GOD

[chokemepaulson]

'Don't Sleep, My Mind Is Shattered, Touch Me, That's All That Matters."

Kinktober Day 7 (Ice Play)

Pairing • Audrey Tindall x Reader

Warnings / Notes • Okay first off I'm proud of that title don't judge me😤 catch me writing a song soon. Nothing triggering in this fic i don't believe! just very NSFW! also I apologize for any mistakes, I wrote a 3,000+ fic for this and my document got lost so this is what I ended up with.

Words • 1,564

TagList • @ahs-honey @shineestark @marilynroselleprentiss @saviorinsilk @gay-and-sad-tm @sarah-paulson-is-supreme @psychobitchtess @angel-of-me

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Audrey's eyes are dark and pleading as she looks up into your own domineering gaze. "I don't want you to be out of your comfort zone, I know how odd this can seem." The short-haired blonde starts to ramble as she licks her kiss bruised lips.

"Audrey darling," your lips paint an invisible path down to her taut collarbones. "Stop panicking," You coo before you sit back onto the older woman's thighs and you slide your hands down the blonde's torso, your fingers gliding across the goosebump covered skin. "It's actually super hot." A chuckle leaves your chest and you reach over into the small metal bowl, pulling out a piece of ice.

"You're sure?" Audrey's voice is starting to sound breathless as she watches the small ice cube melt in between your thumb and index finger. "Completely?"

You give the actress a reassuring nod and you place the partially melted ice cube into your mouth, the frigid item freezing the top of your tongue. "Yes." Your speech is slightly distorted due to the ice cube but you give her a little smirk.

Audrey bites the corner of her bottom lip and her long fingers slide across the sheets underneath her bare body. "Please?" And honestly, it seemed that no matter what you and Audrey were up to, she always ended up begging for something.

"My precious little begging baby," you whisper once the ice melted on your tongue and you lean down so you could press the cold muscle onto the woman's pulse point.

A loud and shocked gasp tumbles out from between Audrey's lips and she reaches up to grasp at your sides. "Oh wow." She whispered as your cold tongue slid up to her ear.

Your breath brushes against the blonde's ear and Audrey has to bite back a loud moan as you grab her small wrists and press them down on the mattress. "You told me you would be a good girl if I didn't tie you up, you don't want to lie to me do you, baby?"

Audrey shakes her head rapidly "No, please I'm a good girl I promise, your best girl." She husks and she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth before she arches her back, lifting her needy body and trying to press it into your own so she could get any sort of semblance of relief from her growing arousal.

"That's right, my very best baby girl." You suck on her earlobe before pulling away and grab another ice cube, immediately putting it into your mouth. Watching Audrey with a soft yet dark gaze.

Audrey's demeanor was probably one of your favorite things about her, those damned innocent doey brown eyes of hers that she used to her advantage. The blonde could quite literally be doing the naughtiest thing in the world and she could still look like a clueless angel.

You slide your fingers down Audrey's arms and you begin to move down her body, settling happily in between her thighs. "Hmm," you grasp the woman's hips and you pull her down so her head was resting comfortably on the pillows as you allow your icy tongue to caress the trembling skin above her naval.

"Oh bloody hell," Audrey moans out and she clutches the sheets tight in her fist. "Yes, god please, please, lower darling?" She looks down at you and she licks her lips once more. "Please?" She attempts to lift her hips but she's unable to with your tight bruising grip.

You swallow the melted water and you chuckle darkly. "Lower?" You raise an eyebrow and smirk as you grab another ice cube. Holding this one in between your thumb and forefinger you press the cold crystal on the skin on her right hip bone, delighting in the shiver it produced. "Here?"

Teasing was one of your favorite things to do, the way Audrey became so impatient and absolutely so incredibly needy? It was delicious. Audrey shakes her head and the older woman reaches up so she could palm at her breasts. "No, baby please, you know what I want. I need it so bad." And her voice is so whiney you knew right then you would do whatever she asked of you.

So, you slide the ice down and over the woman's center, creating an evaporating glaze of water. "Does it feel good?" You question as you look up at your love, making sure that everything was going okay.

"Yes," she nods rapidly and she gives you a beaming smile, her eyes glittering like the stars in the sky. "This is perfect my love, but I really really do need more," She breathes out the request and she swallows thickly. "Do you think maybe you could... Use your tongue..." She blushes furiously and she lays her head back on the pillow, embarrassed by the request.

"Oh, baby..." You kiss the woman's inner thighs and you allow your tongue to lick up any remaining water on her skin before you grabbed another cube, placing it on your tongue and once again freezing the hot muscle in your mouth. "Anything for my good girl." You let your cold breath wash across the woman's hot wet pulsing center.

God, you could practically see the woman's body begging to be touched by you, Audrey didn't even need to say anything because her pussy was aching for you and you alone, and who were you to deny your love the pleasure? Your frigid tongue slides out of your mouth and you moan happily as soon as you taste Audrey, at the same moment you feel the blonde jump and you look up in worry completely stopping your movements.

"No! Don't stop, do it again!" She slides her fingers through her short blonde locks and her eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels your cold and adamant tongue sliding through her hot folds once more. "There you go baby." Praise falls from her lips as she massages one of her breasts with one of her hands and she pulls on her hair with the other. Making sure to keep her hands off of your body so she would follow the rules.

You moan deeply as you curl your tongue inside Audrey's core and as soon as your tongue began to grow warm you grabbed another ice cube and started all over again. Audrey was writhing, panting, and practically speaking an entirely different language as you hit all of her sweet spots with your freezing tongue.

"I'm so so close, please, god please let me come." Audrey reaches up and she grasps the headboard in a tight hold. "Please, please please" she deliriously mumbled over and over.

Humming to yourself, and in turn, causing vibrations to reverberate through Audrey's needy trembling body you begin to nod approving her polite request. Your girl was a lot of things, but when it really mattered, she was good. "Come, my love, soak my face." You breathe out and you use the last ice cube in the bowl and place it under your tongue.

You place your warm tongue against Audrey's clit, circling it slowly and seductively before you take the ice cube from underneath your tongue and you began to flick your cold muscle over the woman's hard sensitive nub over and over.

Audrey writhes underneath your touch and right as she's sent into euphoria she clasps your hair in her hands. A groan leaves her throat as her back arches, and the raw sound is filled with so much hunger and craving that it causes your own body to be sent over the edge as well.

It takes a few minutes but when Audrey finally catches her breath she licks her dry lips and she clears her throat. "Well..." She husks and she looks down at you, pulling you up her body and looking deep into your eyes, your souls connecting as she gazes at you. "We must do that again at one point yes?"

The smile she gives you is so cheeky and it causes you to laugh, "Yes my darling I suppose we will."

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