#and that’s just been floating around the top of my brain for maybe a month now

[moxfirefly]

This has been in the back of my mind for a while now. So I figured I’d try getting it out. While this doesn’t mean I’m “back” back, it doesn’t mean the few good folk on here shouldn’t (hopefully) enjoy this. For the foreseeable future I don’t feel like I’ll be taking request but you can maybe catch my own doings here and there.

But on with the show.

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

You feel you’ll go out of your mind at this rate.

All the staring.

The quiet little gestures.

His passive resistance.

You’ve remained glued to your spot for so long. Hoping that maybe somewhere between weeks in the months of the years you’ve known him, that he’d crack.

Leonardo doesn’t crack easily you’ve gathered.

He hardly moves. He doesn’t allow his eyes to betray him. His hands remain within eyesight, but it’s in the subtle clench of his knuckles. The way his hands ball up and quickly stretch exposing the veins.

While he smiles sweetly, almost submissively at the sound of your voice. You know he doesn’t show this to just anybody. He doesn’t allow himself the luxury but god dammit, you can see that he wants to drink you in.

You’re liquor to him, addicting and burning.

You’re oil to him, never quite mixed with the water he floats upon.

You’re pornography to him, a hidden treasure for when he’s too far gone.

So why does it ache so much to open your mouth? To make a move. To peel back that layer of protection he’s been so steadfast in building.

Because he could still reject.

He could push away your pulling aura.

So when you stand next to him during the group picture April insisted on taking. Feeling the cold of his skin so close to your arm. Your little hairs sticking out to somehow feel something of his. You don’t think, don’t linger on the possibility of rejection. Because when your pinky reaches for his palm, gently caressing his hand, begging for permission you somehow only whisper in your mind…

You hold back the gasp as his own finger wraps around yours.

It’s tentative and charged with electricity.

He’s a knife.

You chance a look at him from the corner of your eye and watch his throat bob. The tension in his broad shoulders, the shakiness of his irises. The fight to turn and stare right back at you, to cut you with his blue eyes and inquire if his fantasies have become fact for once.

When you feel an arm around your shoulders as everyone screams cheese, it takes your entire will to muster your designer smile. Leo seems to do the same, a defeated retreat from the prize.

You still feel him weeks later. The way the top of his hand rubbed against your own.

What you’d give to have that palm right now between your legs, trying to rush the blood to your brain and drowning you in the ecstasy he could give. You wonder if he’s done the same? Have you driven him insane all these months? Made him question every waking moment of his life?

Are his pretty beaten hands wrapped around himself right now?

Is he begin for you?

Is he dying for you?

Somehow this all comes to fruition one evening. Another night with your friends. Celebrating another big win.

You get sent to the supply closet to get something (because at this point you forgot what) and as you rummage through a box, that tiny bulb swinging around you like a halo. You feel that rush when the door opens.

A hand reaching and gripping the back of your neck and pulling.

Lips.

At the shell of your ear.

You gasp.

Leo feels mortification sink deep.

But before he allows the logical side to quick in, you grip the fabric of his pant leg.

“Don’t-“ you hold him there, silently begging him.

Leo let’s out a breath he’s been holding since his feet took him to you.

Several heartbeats pass, tension building and swirling around both your souls. Somewhere between bravery and madness you grab those hands press those palms around you.

And hold on for dear life.

Presses you against himself like a security blanket. Greedily inhales and exhales you. You’re shaking but god Leo is shaking worse.

He slides down you, comes to his knees and watches you turn around his embrace and watch him as he lets his vices win this time.

It’s the way those eyes look up at you, apologetically, fascinated, tormented.

His stomach drops when you cup his face, fear overwritten his features.

He looks weak, he knows it.

But to you? To you he’s the most beautiful creature. Gentle features, eyes as blue as the sky. Lips surprisingly warm, hesitant and yet needy. He’s kissing back just as your hands run across his cheeks and neck. Lips molding, desperation kicking in because now he’s had a taste. Now he knows what paradise tastes like.

His hands fall to your hips, gripping as he leans up more, still tall enough on his knees for your comfort. When he feels your moan, captures it inside his throat; he knows he’s done for.

Weakened by you.

Overwhelmed by you.

He can hear himself panting, the blood inside his veins pumping. How your sounds pick up the more he kisses you back.

You smile against the corner of his mouth as he grabs your waist and stands up with you in his arms. The contents inside the supply closet rattle to the ground but his hold is bruising and the prospect of his hand marked on your flesh make you euphoric.

Leo’s tongue and yours.

His nails digging into your rear, yours at his neck.

His teeth meet your bottom lip.

He’s hard and rubbing against the spot of your underwear.

You should stop, lead him into something more understandable.

But the greedy little creature inside of you chants ‘more!’ Just as he moans into your mouth for the twentieth time. A sound hitches in the back of your throat when you feel something warm gush and connect with your wetness.

You’re doing this to him.

You’re causing this.

He’s cumming for YOU.

That desperate point of no return is there, the two of your skating down it. His kissing is erratic and out of sync because his eyes are going wide.

His locked to your own blown out pupils.

He wants to apologize, to stop but your hips just rubbed up against him just as you start to cum. His name seeping out of your wet parten lips.

The haze will clear.

The mess will remain.

But what will you say?

What will he say?

[spittingstar]

visi

[anomaly-hivemind]

We’ll meet again || Double penetration in one hole and public w/ Bill cipher x fem reader

Word Count: 1993

Masterlist

Tag: Double penetration in one hole, vaginal sex, Exhibitionism, public, Overstimulation, dubcon

Note: The reader is slightly black-coded. Nickname is Dimples or honey lips

You got a full time job at this mystery shack in the middle of the forest. You had been working there for maybe a total of three months with little to no issues, until it became the start of the summer. Then came two young kids and all the oddities that seem to have started when they got there. Staying with their Grunkle which was also your boss, you got to know everyone well.

“Hey Y/N do you mind watching over the shack for me for a few hours, I’m taking Mable and Dipper out for a bit” Stan said while already basically out the door so you just nod. It was a long slow hour of nothingness, maybe an old lady or two but nothing interesting to make you pay attention to anything.

“So one save me from this boredom,” You groan and rub your forehead. You could only play with pens and paper clips for so long. You heard a ring and turned to face the door, but there wasn’t anyone around as far as you could tell.

“I’ve only seen you around recently how fun” A voice behind you makes you turn to it with wide eyes and you lean against the register. A guy who didn't really seem all there was standing behind the counter with you. ‘Where did this bum come from, how the fuck did he get behind you in th first place.’ You thought with a panic as you looked at the unnatural yellow glow in his eyes and felt like he was peering into your soul nonconsensually might you add.

“Sir you can’t be behind the counter” You try to keep a kind voice in hope to not upset the potential crackhead that had wandered into the mystery slack.

“BuUt I came to answer your pleas of boredom dimples. definitely not to find something of importance. ” He spoke dramatically before mumbling something under his breath.

“My what now.. Sir please just set back into being in front of the counter.” Instead of doing what you asked, he took a step closer and unfortunately for you that ass of yours was not moving any closer to the register than you already were.

He moved his arms on both sides of you and smiled an uncanny smile that made you shiver. Next thing you know you are moving onto the counter to escape his attempt to trap you. Like hell were you gonna get murdered by some random probably drunk stranger for drug money. You liked it here but not enough to get yourself killed and mutilated for it.

“That tremble of yours is pretty cute Honey lips, filling my head with all kinds of things.” you make a run to the door but before you could open it the yellow eyed guy stood in front of the door blocking the fastest exit out.

The room felt cold and shaped all of sudden and you felt like you were a deer in headlights. You couldn't move anything but move your head which is what tipped you off that this was no normal paralysis.

“What the hell did you do to me!” You yelled at him in a concerned voice. The guy uses your stuck body to lean against your shoulder.

“You have a pleasing meatsuit Dimples.” he whispered in your ear.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?!” your voice got shaky as you tried to keep the confidence you definitely didn’t have right now.

“Name’s Bill! But you can call me your new lord and master for all of eternity!” The guy’s body drops to the ground in front of you and out comes a bright yellow triangle with one eye and a top hat pops up in his place floating around. “Oh so i’m tripping balls right now, inhaling the wrong type of air that's what going on right now.”

“I am very real despite what that simple brain of yours thinks.” he rolls his eye at you as he flies around you in a close circle.

“You are nuts.” you shake your head, who would have thought that your mundane need to cure your boredom would lead to… well whatever this was right now.

“Well it's not my fault your corrupt mind brought my attention, so what was it you wanted Dimples.” you don't answer so he speaks again.

“Entertainment was it, well honey lips consider me willing to entertain…But in exchange you gotta entertain me.”

“How would i do that” you felt dumb even entertaining this Dorito thing.

“How ‘bout I reverse the functions of every hole on your face.” his eyes smiled or so that's what you think his face was doin at least.

“How about no.”

“No fun boo, mhm how about something we both can enjoy” He had his hand in front of his face where his chin would have had if he wasn’t, well if he wasn’t a triangle.

“Like what?”

“You'll just have to take the chance and Trust me.” There was a slight giggled that came from his lip face. his hand lit up in a blue fire and you realized you could move again.

“But why are you doing this?” you tried to ask but he only gives you a cryptic answer.

“Boredom is my worst enemy, so I'm here to save you,” he said loudly.

You were definitely going to regret this lapse in judgment you were about to have. You raised your hand and shook the demon's hand with great hesitation. ‘Was I fucking stupid, i gotta be brain dead to shake the hand of a demon who gave me vague information of his probably dangerous arrangement i agreed to already. Sign my life way I guess.’

He snapped his fingers and your clothes were gone, you let out a shrill as you covered the important bits the best you could.

“No amount of gold on earth can buy originality…but you're come close enough.” Move your arms away.

You felt very exposed, you were naked in your work space in front of this triangle being of unknown origins. You were in the middle of the room and anybody could come inside the place, hell Stan and the kids could come back at any time then next thing you know it you’re a register offender. You could only hope that what this chip shaped man demon thing had in planned for you wouldn’t last that long.

In a flash Bill grows a body and keeps his triangle head that has changed into a pyramid. He was also equally as naked as you are, Plus he looked Hot to add to it. You look him up and down but your eyes get stuck on a thing well two things actually. Two dark cocks that were long and thick at his base, erect and twitching. You were staring at them and you were drooling a bit. It was embarrassing.

“This form pique your interest?” He stroked himself slowly as if he was giving a show for you. You don’t catch yourself nodding to his question and before you know it he is up against you, dick touching you everytime he curves it in a stroke. He moved you closer to the counter, your bare ass touching the desk.

“Let's get started, Honey lips.” he rubbed the tips over your fold and let out a funny happy sounding noise.

“So wet already~ who would have thought you could be so needy and wanting.” he pushed one of his veiny cocks into you, all the way to in until kissed it on your cervix. You let out a loud squeal like moan as you arched your back. There was no way you were going to cum, not from him just sliding into you…right.

“Feel free to cum at any time, I'm super giving Dimples.” he started to move his hips, your pussy regards no shame as it makes wet squelches as he tickles your g-spot. Your hole sucking in him it's making you feel like a slut.

“Fuckin… Ah~” you feel your legs start to shake from his mean pace inside of you. Bill starts to push his other cockhead and you clench around them. You cum around them as soon as he pushes the other one all the way inside as well. Stretching you out like never before, it felt like you were touching stars.

You have no time to recover from his movement because he doesn't stop, letting out a groan and mumbling to himself about how snug your pussy felt around him. Your ears burn as he teases you for cumming so fast and mentioning how he was just getting started with you. He starts to push almost all the way out before ramming back into out then repeating. Your eyes start to water as you reach another climax right after the other.

“You are mighty easy to please Honey lips.” he groaned and pushed you over on the counter, you were now laying back on the cold desk in a daze as he held your legs up at his waist. Your walls flutter around the girth of the two dicks of his inside of you.

“I can’t take it!” you whine as you feel an orgasm number who knows you're not keeping track start to approach you.

“Limits only exist in the mind.” Bill rolled his hips at an odd angle that it was almost like his dicks were moving at different times. He gives a squeeze to your breast and you shiver.

He kept moving his hips in this devious way that was starting to make you spasm and moan. Bill moved his hand down your body and he started to play and tease your clit, the whole action makes you choke out a cry as you feel a pool of wet hit yours and his thighs. ‘Did I just?!’

“YOU DID?” He answers your thoughts with an overly happy tone that was embarrassing. He kept thrusting his hips into you and circling your clit and you impulse your legs shut. You didn't think you could cum anymore but this DEMON has proved that to not be true in the slightless.

“Can you try not to lose consciousness, it won't make me stop.” He spoke through breathy groans. Bill’s words make you clench around you again, you could see the specks of darkness forming in your vision but you try to shake them off.

He slammed his hips into you at a breathtaking pace, his was slower and harder and it literally took your breath out of your lungs with each thrust. You could feel him twitching in you, a dead give away that he was close to coming. His pace brought you back to another painful yet pleasuring orgasm, his hand went back to your clit to run a slow tight pattern on you.

His hips sputter and he comes in heavy thick ropes of cum, filling you up like a pie. Pools of his seed dripped out of you when he pulled out of you a bit too fast for comfort. You let out a quick whine.

“Your a fun time Dimples, really know how to keep up with me.” he changed back to his triangle form. You try to get up but the sudden movements make your ears ring and thighs send you any single they can. You look up at Dorito demon as he watches you struggle a bit.

“We’ll meet again, Honey lips.” his eye curls as his way of a smile, then he poofed out of nowhere.

Now you need to get some clothes before anyone sees you like this…And to wipe the cameras.

[creadigol]

I wanted to write a civilian story and this is what came out of my brain. I hope y’all like!

Warnings: Mentions of a violent encounter with a pretty creepy bad guy. 

The body floated, bobbed one might say, aimlessly in the expensive botanical garden’s pond. With the amount of algae in the water it was a wonder Civilian had seen the thing at all, let alone recognize the figure. 

But recognize the figure they did… and it made the horrific sight all the more terrifying. 

Civilian bit back a scream as the bloated body floated closer to them. 

Bloated…that meant the body had been in there for at least a day right? At least that’s what all those cop shows said…Civilian was a historian, not a doctor…oh god it was getting closer!

Civilian clutched their messenger bag close to their chest and backed away from the pond. Five minutes…five minutes was all it took to scar them for life. Five minutes to change everything Civilian thought they knew about their gracious hosts at the historic hotel. 

God, they were such a fool. 

They had their suspicions. Of course they did, but when  the opportunity came to stay at the very place they had spent years researching came up…there was no question. They had a sabbatical coming up anyway, where better to have it than on the actual location? 

But now…

The body was face down, but it was no question who it was, and who had done this. Villain had been threatening the Senator for months, it was all over the news. But how did Villain know the Senator was staying in this specific hotel in England? Hell, why was Civilian’s timing so terrible?! 

There was a rustling in the bushes to their right. Civilian whipped their head around hoping against hope that the sound was the normal squirrel or bird one would find in a botanical garden. 

The rustling stopping as soon as Civilian looked over. They caught a glimpse of something metallic reflecting the sun…so, not an animal then.

Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god. 

Maybe Civilian could play it off as if they saw nothing? Just glance away and find the path back to the hotel where there was a cell signal and they could call for help. That was good, now they just needed to look away.

 Shit, why were they so frozen? 

They slowly edged backwards towards the tan gravel path. Civilian couldn’t help but keep looking at the bush, waiting for whoever was in there to strike. As soon as they had made it three steps a deep voice rang out from the shrubbery,

“Got somewhere to be? You only just got here.” 

Civilian turned and ran. 

They ran faster than they ever had in their life. Their feet pounded on the gravel with as much force as their heart pounded against their rib cage. In their hast they couldn’t find it in their throat to scream for help. Help from someone, anyone. 

Their running wasn’t fast enough. 

A hand grabbed the back of their messenger bag and yanked them back. Civilian choked on air as their back viciously hit the ground. A knee was on their chest and a hand over their mouth as soon as their body was down. 

“Now, now love. All I need is a little chat about what you just saw. No need to be so on edge.” The man on top of them wore a dark mask and his leather gloves smelled against Civilian’s face. The man’s silver watch periodically glinted the reflection of the sun with each spasm Civilian experienced.

They frantically tried to claw the hand off their mouth, tears already leaking from their eyes, and they kicked their legs out trying to dislodge the attacker. Their struggle, though, quickly stopped as the other hand yanked their head back by their hair at an angle which promised death if they struggled too hard. 

“None of that now,” the low voice said. A voice that Civilian did not recognize. “I don’t want to kill you yet. There’s still some things I need from you.” 

Yet.

Yet. 

The word made new panicked tears come to civilian’s eyes. Their sobs were stifled by the rank leather that gripped tighter around their mouth. 

“That’s a good one. Now, tell me, did you tell anyone where you were headed on this fine morning?” 

Civilian froze. Wide eyes staring at the two eye holes the mask provided. What should they say? What would buy them more time? They could lie and say they had told someone they were going for a walk…but would that put someone else in danger? The moment the attacker knew Civilian was alone with no travel companion they would break their neck or drown them in the pond like the senator, they were sure…

“I can tell you didn’t,” the mask lifted a bit at the edges indicating a smile beneath. “Your eyes say it all. No one knows you’re out here then, hm?” 

Civilian tried once more to push the man off, but his grip only tightened and he leaned more of his weight on his knee. Civilian’s chest ached. 

“That’s a yes. You should never play poker my friend. You have every tell in the book.” 

Civilian only cried more. 

“You and the Senator were getting pretty close last night. Anything he told you that you wish to share?” 

Pretty close? Civilian had only spoken to him for part of the evening about the hotel’s architecture. The senator had found it fascinating that Civilian could tell what year each part of the hotel was built based on the shape of the windows. It was nothing special…but that meant this masked man was at the party last night, watching them. 

Civilian was going to throw up. 

The hand eased a bit off their mouth, now just hovering over. Civilian’s choked sobs immediately sounded. 

“Come on now, just tell me what you know and this will go as smoothly as I can make it. That’s quite nice of me, isn’t it?” 

“I…” Civilian stuttered through the panic, “I…don’t know what you mean.” 

“Of course you do,” The hand gripping their hair pulled even more, causing Civilian to choke on a gasp. “I know you’re a smart one. You’ve seen the news. Did the Senator tell you anything about making a deal?” 

What? What did that even mean? They spoke about windows for fucks sake!

“No…no…we were…” They huffed out a sob that they couldn’t hold back. 

“You were what?” The hand that hovered over their mouth now clamped on their throat. Just tight enough to cause pain. 

“Windows,” Civilian cried. “We were talking about the windows.” 

“Windows?” The man questioned. 

“I…you can tell a lot about a building through its windows…I’m writing about the hotel…” 

The man interrupted them with a laugh. The hand on their hair loosened and Civilain’s head was no longer forced back. 

“Windows,” the man chuckled. “Fucking windows…and here I was worried.” 

The hand started to card through their hair in an oddly intimate gesture. 

“Sorry mate,” said the man with nonchalance. “Wrong place, wrong time I guess. Pity too, you’re sorta cute.” 

The hand on their throat suddenly clasped and Civilain’s eyes blew wide as the man leaned down and placed both hands on their neck to squeeze. 

The man put his weight onto his knee and arms, effectively cutting off all air and making any of Civilian’s struggling pointless. Still, they clawed at the hands and kicked their feet, feeling the blood rush to their head. 

No, they thought at black spots appeared before their eyes. Please, god, no.

“It’ll be over soon, love.” The man’s voice barely registered. 

Civilian felt their hands go numb and their kicking stopped as their energy drained like a bath with the stopper pulled out. 

“Yeah, it will.” 

A slash and the pressure on their neck and chest was gone. Civilian coughed and gasped as air flooded their body. 

From the corner of their eye they could make out two dark shapes struggling beside them, but through the coughing and the tears they couldn’t make out much. 

Suddenly they felt themselves being picked up and thrown over a shoulder. They make a sound of protest, despite their damaged throat. 

“Hang on, mate. I’ll get you somewhere safe.” 

Civilian knew that voice. They knew it, but their battered body could do nothing to protest. 

Civilian could only hang off the broad shoulder as Villain swept them deeper into the garden. 

[fandomscombine]

Maybe This Time

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

BG: Aaron Hotchner has been a constant in your life since university and as you both journey in your prosecutor career. But what happens when he has been given the opportunity of his dreams to be part of the BAU on the other side of the country? How will your dynamic change? Especially when feelings are put into the mix. 

Fluff part for now, before the angst. Enjoy the build up, young Hotch and obliviousness to feelings.

A/N: First ever Aaron Hotchner fic since something clicked in my brain and this man has me in a chokehold. Okay when I started writing this, I was at the beginning of Season 4 of Criminal Minds after a year long hiatus (aka didn’t have Disney+), so please excuse if it’s a bit out of character and that it doesn’t align with canon. No Haley and Jack. Let me know what you think!

Inspired by the song Maybe This Time by Sarah G and a line from Ugly Betty lol.

WC: 1428

>>>GENERAL MASTERLIST<<<

>>>CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST<<<

The problem with having a constant is that you don’t realize how much it means to you until something threatens it to change it. 

You’re coming up to two years working at the prosecutor’s office, the feeling of helping people and solving cases is what fuels you. Though you admit, there are days where this isn’t enough to block out the misogynistic atmosphere of the office. In all honesty, you don’t think you would have lasted as long in such an environment if it weren’t for Aaron Hotchner.

What started as an academic rivalry turned into being inseparable. Nerds with an overwhelming drive to fix the world. It was actually Aaron who offered the olive branch - admitting that while the constant competition and pettiness helped him be the best self on paper, was straining his mental and physical well-being. Turns out you both have a lot in common - same taste in literature and surprisingly dead-pan humor. The man’s ability to drop unexpected one-liners is beyond you, only to be topped by his laugh albeit rare. 

A genuine Aaron Hotchner chuckle easily fills an entire room as if you’re floating on a cloud - a laugh that is quite the opposite to what he just left out.

“What?” 

“Yes! Can you believe it?” Aaron exclaims, releasing his hold on your shoulders. “There’s an opening at the Behavioural Analysis Unit - nothing permanent yet but they’re looking into a pool for the perfect candidate and I’ve been shortlisted!” 

~

The training program at the BAU lasted 3 months and in that span, the excitement during the first few weeks had you and Aaron in constant communication despite him being across the country in Quantico. But as the weeks went on, the calls dwindled until there were none at all.

You were proud of your best friend, you truly are - having found an advancement in his career. Though you can’t shake off the empty feeling in your chest. You catch your mind often thinking about him lately - more than a friend should.

What is happening to you?

Aaron has been more than grateful to have this opportunity. Working under the mentorship of the BAU founders, Aaron knew coming in that the cases would be grueling. He's barely gotten a good 8 hours of sleep since he’s arrived but the nightly calls with you updating about his day was the only thing keeping him on powering through, channeling back to your school rival days. Well, at least then he would get to see your face daily - now all he has is the photo he has in his wallet.

“Suck it, Hotchner! Bow down to your superior!” 

“Never!”

“Says the Magna Cum Laude to the Summa Cum Laude. Face it - it’s in writing for the world to see!” You teased, it was always a blast to have Aaron red.  There was no way you were gonna let this down and Aaron knew that - charging at you before you could finish.

“Y/N L/N is smarter than Aaron Hotch-NERRRRRRRR!” Aaron picking you up and spinning caught you by surprise - hands instinctively looping around his neck. 

Neither of you notice the clicking of a camera, too enclosed in your own little world. 

“You’re one lucky man.” The comment breaks Aaron from his trance. 

“Sir?”

“Your girlfriend, I notice you step out and look at it whenever you’re stressed” Rossi says matter of factly, patting Aaron’s shoulder. One doesn’t have to be a profiler to notice that yearning on Aaron’s face. “You know the job takes a toll on everyone and it’s rare to see the lightness after a while.”

Aaron didn’t know how to react, his stare continued even after his boss had left. Girlfriend. His brain had momentarily stopped working when he heard of the word. Someone had thought you were his girlfriend - he didn’t correct them, and it felt good. 

~

Ever since Rossi’s comment, Aaron has been teetering back and forth about his recent discovery about himself. Because that’s the thing about you being a constant in his life, he had grouped his feelings for you and categorized them under ‘best friend’, effectively blinding himself from the evolution of his feelings. 

How can he be a good profiler when he can’t even read his own emotions? Does she even feel the same way? 

But that’s not even the biggest elephant in the room.

“Congratulations!” Hugging him tightly, your next words are muffled by his chest. “I know you've wanted this for so long.” Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, “I’m so proud of you.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten it if you didn’t push me in sending my application.” Aaron’s hold on your waist tightens, not wanting to let you an inch away from him. Aaron has just gotten back from a 6-hour flight from Quantico, his body begging for rest but his heart aching for your presence. 

The longing of months apart running through his brain and the next thing he knows, his feet have taken him to your apartment at 2 in the morning instead.

“Aaron?” you called, breaking him from his trance. “What’s on your mind?”

Aaron could help but chuckle. Of course even when he showed up unannounced and woke you up in the dead of night. Your first concern was about him.

Coming from a strict family and being the oldest, having someone worry about him was uncommon. So when these moments arrive, it hits him with full force.

“Nothing…” He exhales, tucking the stray hairs behind your ear. Aaron hopes you don’t feel how shaky his hands are as he does so. 

You raise your brows at him.  Aaron might be a man of few words, but you’ve known him long enough to know when he is holding back.

He sighs, the room is quiet and any wrong move would break the balance. Aaron cups your cheek, glancing from your lips to your eyes. He steels himself to lay his discovery out in the open. “It’s just…you’re so captivatingly beautiful.”

Your eyes widen. Is he saying what you think he’s saying? Aaron has called you pretty in the past, but there was an air of playfulness then compared to this whispered statement.

With the tension increasing ten-fold with each word. “These past few months, I was working at my dream job yet I couldn’t feel the best because you weren’t by my side.  Each night I looked forward to hearing your voice, whether it’s about how your day went or what you thought about the latest movie. And it killed me inside when the calls stopped…”

Aaron gulped, pausing to blink back tears that threaten to fall. 

Reaching up to grab his hand, you placed a kiss on his palm. Silently urging him to carry on and to say ‘me too’.

“I felt so guilty… then one day my boss caught me staring at a picture of us. He said that I was lucky to have a lovely girlfriend as an anchor to help in this grueling job and… I didn’t correct him.”

“You didn’t correct him?”

“I didn’t.” Aaron was now looking at his feet- embarrassed, mentally preparing for the rejection that was to come for letting his mind wander to the possibility of something more with you. He had crossed the line and placed his heart in your hands. “ At first I didn’t know how to react, you are my best friend, my constant support. But at that moment, everything became clearer.” Aaron confessed, however your response may be he will accept even if it would be the last ever time he gets to hold you in his arms. “Y/N. You’re my best friend, my constant support and I adore you.”

A beat passes as you process his words. 

“I’m sorry to spring this on you considering the circumstances. I understand if you want to keep a distance and not want to see me again.” Aaron steps back, takes one last look at you before turning to pick up his bag and leave. 

But as his hand reaches the doorknob, he is abruptly turned and pushed against the door. His gasp of pain is muffled by the crashing of your lips. Aaron drops his bag and instinctively pulls you closer. Air to breathe and the doorknob pocking his back be damned.

You were the first to pull away just enough that your lips brush each other’s. “I know you’re leaving in five months. And I know everyone’s gonna say it’s a big mistake. And I’m gonna get my heart broken but maybe it’s worth it.”

[applecore6]

cw: use of she/her

“Do you think if we went to high school together we’d be together? Like high school sweethearts?”

“Hm?—” Her head perks up at the sound of his voice before processing the question. “—Oh we did go to high school together.”

“Hah?” Kuroo’s caught off guard by her matter-fact tone—as if it was common knowledge.

“Mhm. You went to Nekoma, right? I do recall hearing about the volleyball team. Weren’t you guys like really good?” She’s being way too nonchalant about this..

“Good is an understatement— What do you mean we went to high school together?”

“I mean we both attended the same educational facility??”

“No I mean, why have you never told me?”

She hums a sound as if saying I don’t know

“I’m not really one to come up to people and say “Hey, I recognize you. Did we go to school together?” that’s just breeding grounds for embarrassment.” She continues tapping on the screen in her hands, playing the mindless mobile game that just finished downloading. “Plus high school was a horrible time for me. I try not to dwell on it.”

“Horrible?” He tries not to pry. Tries.

“Yeah. Horrible.”

They had only been dating a couple months. A group assignment in their biology class marks the first interaction they ever had. He thinks about what she said a little.

“So.. if you hated high school so much, what drew you to me,” he vocalizes.

“The eccentric hairdo,” she replies curtly. “No but— I don’t know I’m not the best with words at the top of my head, but you really.. opened me up(?) not in a weird way. I just would’ve never voluntarily gotten to know a guy like you, but we started—y’know— being with each other a little more, and I thought, woah this guy is not what I expected at all.”

The words coming out of her flow out into the air straight into Kuroo’s brain. He feels the entirety of his face heat up at such a vulnerable confession from her.

“Umm.. back to the original question,” he mumbles out.

“Huh— oh yeah. No I don’t think we would’ve dated in high school. I was waayy too cynical. I probably grouped you with the rest of the jocks. At least now I know you’re a harmless little shit.”

Despite the lighthearted atmosphere, Kuroo couldn’t help but feel a little let down(?).

She hums out a sound at the sight of his face. If he had cat ears they’d definitely be pointed down.

“Hey. What’s with the face, don’t tell me you’re hurt little 17 year old me didn’t wanna date 17 year old Kuroo,” she teases him, but she can’t help the little bubble of pride she felt in her chest.

“I don’t know you’re just, you know, you. You���re really cool, and to be honest I’m kinda-what’s the word- I don’t know like. You’re telling me I could’ve known you even longer, spent even more time with you, maybe even know you a little better.” The words on his mind spilling out his mouth faster than he realizes.

It’s silent. She feels her chest tighten a little, and the feeling drops down to her stomach, spreading throughout her body. If this were a dumb 90s cartoon, she would’ve definitely gone comically red with hearts floating around her head like birds.

“Don’t worry you didn’t miss much—”she pauses thinking of the right way to word what she’s thinking “—I don’t remember much from high school if I’m being honest, but I remember the first time we met, I remember getting to know you, and I remember it felt good. I understood what people meant when they talked about young love, it feels like life before meeting you was kinda blurry, sometimes I forget that I’m a full fledged adult that’s lived years before this.”

It’s buzzing in both his ears. He doesn’t know what to say except—

“I love you, too”

Maybe they didn’t take the first chance they had together, but they’re with each other now. And they know they’ll be with each other tomorrow.

my writing is very bland and dialogue heavy, but i’m trying to get into it which is why im just vomiting into my tumblr drafts rn. forcing myself to write so i can get better T_T. theyre also very dialogue heavy cuz i dont rly have many ppl to yap to so in my head im having yap sessions with these characters.

this is kinda inspired by troy and annie from community with little crumbs of myself. (i fear im projecting myself onto the reader too much, but who cares this is my outlet)

[kneelingshadowsalome]

🤠 🫶 :

Oh my god….

And Kortac’s enemies don’t understand where The Terror™ went, what could possibly have taken down a monster like that…König’s been even more menacing and violent and awful for several months now, taking every mission possible like he’s determined to destroy and kill everything he can, and there’s rumors he’s started literally ripping his opponents in half on the battlefield, and now he’s just...gone? So oh god, is there something worse out there??? Who is this who got to THAT behemoth of all people?? The rumors! The suspense! The horror!

Quick camera pan to reader, just singing to herself as she bakes some goodies to take to the sweet giant Austrian soldier (lmao she’s too forgiving, maybe she chalked up the “cunt licking” incident to a fluke, she’ll just have to be even MORE careful about where she lets him touch, he seems to get too excited). She just wants to do something nice for him, the poor man has been holed up in his company’s sick bay with something (turns out having your brain, heart, and cock explode are not good for your health, but “Blue balled into oblivion” is not something you can actually get diagnosed with, so it’s like…blood pressure issues or something).

König really should be more mindful of his health, tsk tsk.  

Oh god this just gets better and better, she's worse than all his enemies combined, and she's baking for our poor broken soldier?! This is too cute 😭💞 (oh and 'tease mother'?? I want this to be my new middle name lol!)

Sweet innocent reader also heard König got into a weightlifting accident. On top of all the exploded body parts, dude sprained his back really bad trying to do a deadlift PR with all the 55 lbs plates he could stack on the bar.

Unfortunately the metal gave up before König, it broke in half in the middle of his lift, and rumours say the whole stunt was actually a cry for help, a suicide attempt, even… But no one will ever know because this man is not what you could exactly call a genius 🫡 So maybe it truly was an accident?

And of course sweet reader bakes him some yummy delicacies to cheer him up!

But oh uh. König almost cowers in his bed when he sees her. He goes completely still as sweet reader approaches him in her cutest outfit ever, smiling like an angel and with a box full of muffins in her hands.

She floats next to his bed like the most innocent butterfly ever, opens the lid so that the cozy scent of baked goodies fills the entire room. Then she picks the biggest, most plump chocolate chip muffin from that box and folds his mask over his nose to give him a taste.

Her movements are those of a ballet dancer as she brings the glorious treat to his lips… but it's her breasts his gaze falls to as she leans forward and gives him an abundant view of the two globes of pure sin, pressed together under the neckline far too wide for her usual wear.

Does this woman even know what she is doing to him...?

Is she fucking deliberately teasing him?

His mouth opens just for the sake of that mouthwatering view, and she takes it as a cue of him wanting her to stuff his mouth full of muffin.

"There we go," she says approvingly as he takes a bite while staring at her breasts, hovering there not even an arms length away. "I made them extra sweet for you…"

The ample view of her soft tits right there in front of him while his mouth is full of melting chocolate is truly a new plane of hell. Were she to turn around to look, she would see the tallest, most vicious tent forming there beside her as his cock juts up under the sheet in all it's glory.

The muffin is still warm, and she licks the extra grease from her fingers when she's done feeding him. He imagines she's licking his cum off of those fingers instead, and almost groans from the dull pain the mere vision sends to his crotch.

"Don't worry. I know you'll be up in no time, King," she chimes and gives him an exceptionally flirty smile. Whatever new torture methods are being used on him now, he hopes to all the gods that the sweet girl won't look behind her. He will just be shamed and scolded for being hard again.

It's absurd and kind of sad how much he has changed since he met her... He feels equal to the mighty Prometheus, bound to an invisible rock and being tortured night after night after night. It almost brings tears to his eyes.

"Oh. My sweet hero… Are you in pain?" She caresses his face through the mask with genuine pity and worry. A teary hiccup is trying to push up his throat, but he forces it down.

Plump breasts and overly sweet muffins and an innocent woman calling him 'King' and 'hero'? Fussing about his health, thinking it's his back that's giving him pain… A tiny little tear almost, almost escapes the corner of his eye as he gives her a tiny, miserable nod.

"Poor thing. You know, I've been thinking…" she bites her lip, takes a deep breath too, sending those breasts swell inside her shirt and giving his cock another demanding pull.

"I really like you," she continues. "And I've finally decided. I want you to be my first."

Was zur Hölle…

His eyes go wide, but otherwise, he's still. The girl dares to give him a peaceful smile while his mind goes slowly blank from the voiceless, internal scream.

What the fuck has he done to deserve this?

She's finally ready, and he has broken his back so profoundly that there will be no moving for weeks. No exercise, no sudden movements, certainly no pounding her sweet, wet virgin pussy to his heart's content.

"We just need to wait until you get better. Doctor's orders!" she chirps as she softly boops his nose.

[14thcommander]

moment's silence || hange zoe x reader

cw: smut, 18+ ONLY. oral, dirty talk, age gap (8 years), reader is a baby gay, nb! hange, afab! reader. based on this post.

“Can I eat you out?”

The words escape from your mouth before you can stop them. Hange pauses the movie currently playing on the television before you – Jaws 2 would have to wait. It’s not like they were particularly invested in the narrative, anyway.

Hange was fine with this night going down a soft and romantic route, just cuddling on their sofa would be fine. Although this new path seems unexpected, they can’t hide the excitement in their eyes. They finally turn to look at you, eyes big and doe-like under the soft blue halo coming from the screen. They like you like this, soft and spontaneous. Youthful. The eight year gap that attempts to separate the two of you surely kicks in, sometimes. 

“Uh, sure. Why so out of the blue, though?” They ask, as a soft chuckle leaves their mouth. A soft hand finds its way towards your face, softly caressing your cheek. You shiver under the coldness of the silver rings wrapped around Hange’s thin fingers, and they pretend not to notice. 

“Um, I don’t know.” You giggle nervously under their gaze, aiming your stare towards the paused movie. There’s nothing special about thai night – except for the fact Hange is wearing a suit. The occasion called for it, apparently: a few hours earlier, you visited a new art gallery downtown.

After a beat or two of silence, you speak again: 

“I just really want to taste you.”

Your confession almost makes Hange moan out loud, which causes their teeth to sink on their bottom lip – not in a “I’m trying to seduce you” type of way, but in a “I have no words for this, and I don’t want to let my body react for me” way. 

Zoe is a few years older than you, much more experienced – in a few different ways. They’ve had their fair share of sleeping with beautiful women in their life… you, not so much. You were not a virgin when you met Hange, you just hadn’t realized until that point that your romantic and sexual interest went way far than just sleeping with men – and pretending to like it, most of the time. 

It’s been a couple of months since then: you’re taking things slow – or trying to. Hange wants to do this right, for you. They don’t want to scare you away, or overwhelm you. It does take a lot of self control when you pull shit like this, though. 

“So?” You ask, feeling your heart in your throat. There’s many thoughts clogging your brain right now: what if they don’t want this, what if I’m pushing them, was I too quick, or maybe too slow, I don’t know what I’m doing–

“Of course, princess.” They whisper, coming closer to you. 

Hange’s lips are soft against yours, delicate even. Their kiss never fails to sweep you off your feet, as you feel like you’re floating. You hum against the kiss, sliding your tongue against theirs. Eventually, you leave their lips unattained in order to place open-mouthed kisses on their neck. 

You climb on their lap, spreading your legs on top of them. This feels so good, Hange thinks. I should definitely say it out loud, let her know how good she is. Your curious hands travel through their body, warm and possessive: you travel this new territory with so much desire, it’s almost suffocating. All Zoe can come up with is a weak…

“Fuck” They whisper once you climb down from them, knees hitting the carpet beneath you. 

Shortly before opening their pants, you move the fabric of your dress down, so your tits are freed from its confinement. Is this the right move, though? Guys usually seemed to like it… I hope they don’t notice I have no idea what I’m doing, you think . 

“Is this okay?” You ask, looking up at them with darkened eyelashes. Hange can’t stop thinking about how they want to melt your makeup away, make a mess of you. Eventually, they think. Not tonight. 

“Yeah,” They reply, voice sounding hoarser than they intended “Go ‘head.”

With hunger dripping from your eyes, you move their pants down, along with the plain black boxer-style panties they were wearing. Meanwhile, Hange takes their blazer off and starts unbuttoning the white dress shirt they were wearing. 

“You’re so attractive.” You mumble, voice barely above a whisper, as you start heatedly placing kisses on Hange’s thighs. They sigh, as a pink tint starts blossoming on their cheeks. 

You mean it: Zoe has this unique appearance to them, one that just lures you in even more once you get to know them. Hange is everything you’ve ever wanted, but you still don’t have the heart to tell them that. 

Instead, what you do is place your hands on their knees, carefully spreading their legs and exposing what you’ve been dying to taste this whole night. Hange’s pussy is better than what you’ve been imagining for the past few months, better than what you’ve been picturing when playing with yourself. They’re not shaved or waxed, but they are carefully trimmed. You lick your lips in excitement when you realize how wet they are – and it’s all for you. 

You place a kiss on their clit, an experimental one. Then, another one. Looking up at them, you lick a single stripe from their entrance towards their needy clit. They taste good, so good. This is so much better than I expected, we should have done this before…

“Oh God, yeah, just like that.” They purr, voice sounding restrained and snapping you out of your thoughts, only to make you realize you’ve been making out with their clit. 

Experimentally, you suck on it, which causes Hange’s head to tall back against the sofa’s armrest. You part their lips to give you better access to their bundle of nerves, lapping at it – slowly, and then building up the speed and pressure. 

“Feels so good.” They whisper, hands gripping the back of your neck – and, for  a moment, Hange wonders if this is too much. Their worries go away as suddenly as they came when you moan against their pussy, diving even deeper between their thighs. 

Now, you’re sucking and slurping on them, nails carefully raking against the soft skin of their inner thighs, and Hange thinks – no, actually knows – this is what heaven feels like. With you, on your knees, willingly pleasuring them. They already feel addicted to you. 

Zoe looks like a mess: hair all over the place, glasses lowering on the bridge of their nose, and tanned skin sweaty. 

“Fuck, fuck.” they whine, moving their hips against your face – which seems to make you happy, given the fact you moan against their clit. “Yeah, I’m almost there, don’t stop.”

You tap on their thigh, showing you understand their request – you keep the same amount of speed and pressure, tongue moving against their now puffy clit relentlessly. 

A wave of white-hot feeling travels through Hange’s body, as their body convulses underneath your mouth. Their members go limp, relaxing underneath your touch. They cum choking on your name, letting out a final whine as you try to lick them clean. 

Hange grips your hair, removing you from in-between their legs. They pant, looking at you almost incredulously. 

“You good?” You ask, hair messy and face wet, smiling up at them. 

“Yeah. You?” They breathe, reaching for your body once again.

You nod, straddling their lap, as Hange pulls you in for a kiss. 

“Good. My turn now.”

[dark-l-angel]

Literally the next day and here I am, still delulu. Here's another scenario for you, and the last one was so good I want to see what you some up with for this. Jason, helping us study by giving us a break, cuz you know that we were all stressed out the past few months because of exams and such. Can you imagine him, forcing you to take a study break, I mean stealing your laptop and putting it in a place you can't reach kinda forcing. And then just chilling, like maybe snuggling up and watching a movie or *gasp* a cute slow dance in the kitchen!!! IDK, but your marvelous writing is fueling my delusions.

BTW if I didn't mention it before your writing is amazing! Peace out ✌️

Oh it's the delulu princess 💕

Would you believe if i tell that i used to cry silently in order to not wake my parents up as a stress relief during night studyings "before i know about jason" due to how stressful shit was?

I hope this may help any students whom facing hard times ❤

7 minutes in heaven

Jason todd x reader

You could swear your brain is about to explode, too much stress for your brain. Tons of sheets scattered all around your shared apartment with your boyfriend/husband which had put him in a state of worry.. he knows about your exams and how hard you've been working to the point where you wouldn't eat/drink water if he doesn't bring it to you, he was understanding.. but his patience has limits.

Jason was staring at you from the kitchen counter while he cooking a nutritious meal, he decided to put an end for the whole thing.. you weren't taking care of yourself, for example : you were staying up at night as he goes patrolling and comes back, he'll find you in the same spot with your laptop and bunch of papers in front of you just like he left you.. Which hurt him the most. Watching exhaust and tiredness consuming you slowly.. you were almost like fading away.

He came up to you, snatched the laptop from your lap "hey! What are you doi-" "shut it up, I've had enough" you heard jason clearly.. you wanted to argue but your body failed you, you are too tired to even react or say a word but just fall back to the couch and sigh in disappointment of yourself "it's been a while since I've given him attention.. what an asshole" you mumbled to yourself.

You saw jason hiding your laptop on the top of the pantry shelves.. you'll be needing a seat in order to reach tha- "don't even think of it". A jason hissed at you while picking the pile of your papers carefully. You gave up at this point. You can't win against him especially since your loving bf is a hot-headed person, basically there will be no point of trying.

"Go to the bathroom and get naked.. I'll be right over" he said as he was in the kitchen. You don't have a choice, do you?. You went to the bathroom as you found the tub was filled already with hot bubbly water ready for you, some jasmine scent have been teasing your nose, a pair of comfy pajamas was put aside. Damn i want this man

You stripped out of your clothes without hesitation, dripping your tired body immediately into the tub, feeling your skin melting out the tiredness away.. bones floating in your body.. *eternal relaxation stage 😎👌🏻* until you hear a knock on the door that broke the calming silence.. jason entered holding a tray of the meal he was cooking earlier with some cute little additions *ya know like hotdog octopus, snake pickles.. ect*. Boy decided to pamper you today.

He kneeled to meet your pretty tired face. Kissed your forehead before starting to feed you. No words were talked. Jay was a man of action, he loves you bitch. all he does is pleasing us even if he was simply breathing.

Once you finished, he put the tray away and turned back to you. He started washing your body carefully and gently as if you were made out of thin glass. From washing your hair, putting conditioner on, applying masks/products, to scrubbing your skin, while Massaging the stressed muscles in the way.

After he finished rinsing your body, he wrapped you like a burrito in the towel before carrying you bridal style to the bedroom, he helped you with your clothes before kissing your whole face..

Next minutes of kissing, he came closer and asked if you both could have a movie night since he knows how much you loved them.. you got excited about it, an expression he hasn't seen in a long time. So you immediately jumped out of the bedroom to the living room choosing a film while jason went to make popcorn for you both to enjoy.

That's where you finished setting everything, but your bf was still missing, you jumped out of the couch and walked toward the kitchen, seeing your bf still with the popcorn. You thought for how much efforts he have been doing in order to help you, you couldn't help but just hug him from behind. It didn't took him out of surprise, he took it more of a little reward for him "feeling yourself better?" "I feel like dancing" jason didn't think twice before he turned around and put his hands on your waist kissing the top of your head, while your arms wrapped around his neck.

You two, forgetting about this dang world, swaying smoothly in the kitchen while popcorn is popping.. you rest your forehead on his muscular chest/shoulder *according to your height* fucking throwing every single thing was burning your mind and focusing only on slow dancing with your bf.. jason had a big role this whole time.. you can never thank him enoug-

Your mind got caught by jason gently removing his hands from you, switching his attention to the popcorn.. "it'll be ready now, better go grab your seat angel" you were excited about this, jason was able to see it in your eyes. Feeling alive again after being the reason of your happiness and joy.

I love him as much i love you ❤

Glad you like my writings and i hope you enjoy this one 💕

[steddieas-shegoes]

'til the grave and when we're ghosts

| This is a birthday ficlet for my flower, Dio (@flowercrowngods), who deserves all the happiness and love that he can possibly get, especially on his birthday. I hope the love between Steve and Eddie is sweet enough for you today ❤️ - Mickala

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“The moon’s hiding tonight,” Steve whispered.

He’d come outside with Eddie to help him relax after a hard day at physical therapy. The air around them was thick with a tension Steve wasn’t used to.

Even on his bad days, Eddie was usually still light enough to float around the space they shared, bringing happiness to Steve that he hadn’t been prepared for.

“Yeah. Maybe she’s having a bad day too,” Eddie whispered, his voice sounding choked, wet.

Close to tears.

Steve turned onto his side, watched as Eddie closed his eyes, a tear slipping down the side of his face.

Steve reached his fingers out slowly, wiping away the moisture and waiting for Eddie to open his eyes again.

“What’s wrong, Eds?”

Eddie finally turned his face, another tear escaping from his eye.

“Do you ever wonder if it’s worth the trouble?”

“If what’s worth the trouble?”

“The work of getting better. The fact that I’m six months into recovery and barely closer to being cleared for take off than I was when I started is annoying. What’s worse is that this may be all I ever get to be again. I might always have a limp, and pain, and lose feeling in my leg and arm randomly, and phantom pain in my stomach. I could spend years at physical therapy and brain therapy and taking medications and it could all mean nothing.”

Steve cupped Eddie’s jaw, shaking his head as he spoke.

“It’s all for something. It’s to show yourself that you are alive. It’s to show the kids that you aren’t gonna give up on being the best you can be. It’s to show Wayne that you are the same Eddie you’ve always been.”

“But it’s hard. It’s so hard.”

Steve leaned in and kissed a tear on his cheek, biting back his own sob when Eddie pulled him on top of him.

Sometimes Eddie liked to feel small. He liked having Steve surround him, liked having Steve’s face right above him so he couldn’t see anything, feel anything, but Steve.

And Steve always knew when he needed it, always made himself bigger, shielded him from the world.

He did it now, curled himself around Eddie so that none of the barely-there moonlight could break through. Shared breaths against lips kept them both warm, kept them safe.

“I am so proud of you, baby. Even when it’s hard, you try. Even when it’s hard, you don’t run. You could have given up every single day since you woke up, but you didn’t. You kept going, kept trying, kept showing up for yourself. You make me so proud just to know you, let alone get to love you.”

Eddie’s leaking eyes watched Steve’s, his gaze turning softer as Steve spoke, his body relaxing more with every word.

It’s not the way Steve was going to tell him he loved him, not even close to his original plan.

His original plan was a romantic dinner, all of Eddie’s favorites, even the cookies that were kind of a pain in the ass to make but made Eddie light up. Watching the stars like this, but in the privacy of Steve’s backyard instead of the semi-privacy of the backyard of the new trailer. Going for a midnight swim, clothes abandoned on the pool chairs, skin against skin underwater and above it.

He’d wrap his arms around Eddie’s waist, the cool water lapping at their skin as Eddie pulled him against his chest, humming a song or whispering a story of just breathing slowly.

He’d tell him. He’d say he loved him. Make sure he knew how every moment with him is a moment Steve couldn’t have dreamed up if he tried.

That was the plan.

Plans can change, but his feelings don’t.

He loved Eddie when he was in a coma in the hospital, he loved Eddie when he woke up begging to see Dustin to make sure he really was okay, he loved Eddie every time he laughed and sang and made wild gestures for the people he loved.

He’ll keep loving Eddie through every moment of pain, through every day like today and night like this, he’ll love Eddie because it’s easy.

“I love you, Eddie. More than you can possibly imagine or know, more than I can say. And every day it gets bigger and better and I wonder what I could have possibly done to deserve this chance. I didn’t know it was possible to love a person as much as I love you, but I’ll keep doing it, every single day, for as long as you let me and beyond that. ‘Til the grave and when we’re ghosts, baby.”

Steve was shaking, both with the effort of staying above Eddie for so long and with the emotions spilling out of him.

He cupped Eddie’s jaw, his thumb wiping away a set of fresh tears.

He rested his forehead against Eddie’s, felt Eddie’s hands reach up and hold his hips, tug his waist down so they were touching at nearly every point they physically could be.

“I didn’t think I’d have this, I still don’t.”

“But you do, Eds. You do. You have me, you have the love I have for you. It’s all yours for as long as you want it.”

“‘Til the grave and when we’re ghosts?” Eddie smirked up at him, his cheeks flush from crying.

“Exactly.”

Steve nudged his nose against Eddie’s, silently asking for a kiss if he was ready for one. Not pushing, just suggesting.

Eddie leaned his head back so their lips could meet in a messy kiss, the tears staining Eddie’s face now becoming a part of Steve’s.

But that was it, wasn’t it?

Steve wanted every part of Eddie.

He wanted the sunshine and the moon and the stars. He wanted the laughter and fun and love. He wanted the touch and the looks and the excitement.

But he also wanted the tears and the snot. He wanted the bad days and the pain. He wanted the nightmares and the trauma.

He wanted it all with Eddie because Eddie was worth having it all with.

“I’ll take any bad day with you over any good day without you,” Eddie whispered as they pulled apart. “I love you too.”

Steve shivered at the words, felt the way they carved a permanent place in his chest.

Love didn’t fix the bad days, not for Eddie or for Steve, but it made them bearable, made them feel like they had something to hold onto when everything seemed hard to grasp.

[trashbinbackyard]

6 - The lovers

The Chained inn was the best place amidst the hustle and bustle of the bazaar to find privacy and sunlight. The fact that they also served fresh coffee and lokma was a bonus, but she wasn’t here to appreciate the locale or the offerings. She was waiting for someone, someone she hasn’t seen face to face in a decade.

Their dealings often led them away from each other, it wasn’t that sparsely they were separated for months at a time. But a decade… Time flew by so fast, sometimes it felt like the world around her moved at a faster pace than her, which must've been a side effect of her lived age. 

She hadn’t changed much, the white in her hair claims more space on her head, old pains flare up every now and then, she’s still the same image of a woman she was ten years ago. She had set up a house in Nia Vasileos, and continued her research with the help of two very esteemed institutions, or rather their archives, where she technically wasn’t allowed to go in, but no one needed to know.

She had gathered enough material to fill a journal with runes, excerpts and archaic texts in languages from before the rupture. She had been studying it all morning in preparation.

He should be here soon, she had left him ample clues and a time where to find her, he enjoyed the challenge, to keep that old brain of his working, and the prepare him for the task at hand. They’d need to search every nook and cranny of the city for whatever their patrons are looking for, and as cryptic as they always tend to be, they had little to go off on.

A familiar sense tingled in her brain, a touch of psionic energy she knew well.

"I missed you." His voice echoed in her head, he was near already if he could make the connection.

She lifted her eyes from her journal and scanned the room vigilantly. It was her turn to play. Now where was he…

He was stupidly good at hiding in plain sight, but luckily for her she had a knack for picking up on traces of magic. Their wedding bands were enchanted, and if he wished to sleep on the bed tonight he should be wearing it. 

Hints of magic floated in the inn, nothing yet quite as bright as she knew the ring would be. But then… His magic’s signature bright orange light shining through a black glove, on a hand holding a branch of amaranth. 

He had established a mind link announcing his presence, so she could reply back.

“I see you, you scoundrel. I’ve missed you too.” She thought warmly, turning her gaze back to her journal to find the right page. 

 His shadow crept on the table as he sat down beside her. He set the branch of amaranth on her tea plate and placed his hand on top of hers.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head on his shoulder. He smelled like oranges and cedarwood, just like she remembered.

“You’ve kept yourself busy,” there’s a hint of amusement in his voice

She merely hummed in response, suddenly oh-so-tired. She wanted to stay like this longer, her cheek on his soft wool coat, taking in him and the touch of his hand on hers. But they will have plenty of time to catch up later. Some matters she’s found were quite urgent and why she did call on him to join her here.

“There’s something over this city, I can feel the pull on the weave, something is here that is not supposed to,” she nodded towards the filled spread, a web of runes, names, titles, “I can’t make sense of this city, maybe you’ll be able to. And if you’ve missed high society… now's your chance to make use of that silver tongue of yours”.

“Aw, you need me to talk to people for you?”

She was never the social one, the ten years she spent mostly on her own, with only brief acquaintances to map  out her surroundings. She knew he would slip into the city’s hidden inner circles with ease.

“That. And to accompany me to an obelisk, there’s something carved on it that has made me bang my head against the stone for a while now. I'm sure it’ll lead somewhere, I need your fresh set of eyes.”

“What is this? Archmage Harrow unable to decipher a glyph? My, the world really did end.”

“You know what, to this day I think,I would not have considered partnering up with you in a past life, or if the circumstances didn’t force us, you’re insufferable”, she snapped and then paused, “Sometimes” she lifted her hand to pat him on the cheek, and scratched his stubble that he for sure groomed before coming here.

“Isn’t fate and chance funny like that”, he turns his head to look at her, “it’s a good thing we grew on each other yeah? Couldn’t think of a better person to be trapped with.”

She shot him a glaring side-eye, they’ve been through this already and by now she knows he’s merely joking.

“Aaand, couldn’t think of a better person to bless me with her arcane gifts…” he draws his sentence out.

She turned her head towards him and raised an eyebrow, challenging him to finish his thought. 

“...that will keep be unharmed and—”

“The obelisk,” she interrupted him and flipped her journal shut, sandwiching his fingers between the covers.

[seresinsbabe]

Red Lace

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: You come home from brunch with the girls to find Jake up to no good.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, pwp, anal, pegging, sub!jake, dom!reader, masturbation, dirty talk, mommy kink, light bondage

THIS BLOG AND ITS FICS ARE 18+! MINORS DNI!

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“Bye! Same time next month?” You asked as you clambered out of your friend’s car. It was the third Sunday of the month which meant they were dropping you off from your once a month gossip sesh over mimosas and pretentious french toast with different fruits and organic house made maple syrup. As if you guys ever really went for the food. It was always about the mimosas and you couldn’t get much gossiping done with a mouthful of french toast. 

Normally after one of these brunches you’d stumble into the house, tipsy and giggly to find Jake on the couch yelling at the TV while the Cowboys played. You’d collapse into his lap in a fit of giggles, he’d smother kisses all over your face and you’d lay there for a few before deciding you needed a Sunday nap. 

Today was different though. You weren’t as tipsy and Jake wasn’t in the living room. A memory of him mentioning something about it being a bye week floated in your brain and you assumed he was working out or maybe had gone to the store. Either way you were sure he’d be home soon. Jake had a deployment coming up soon that would last a minimum of 8 months, if you guys were lucky, and he’d made a point to spend every waking moment with you he could. 

Deployments were hard on you, but you were almost certain they were harder on Jake. Every time he came back from one he always had the darkest circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. Jake said it was hard to sleep on those bunks, they were uncomfortable and he was surrounded by the gross bodily functions of the other men. And while he would never admit it to anyone but you – he had a hard time falling asleep without you. The first day or so back from deployments were spent in bed, letting him hold you and catch up on sleep. Which you didn’t mind. He looked so peaceful all wrapped around you, snoring just slightly depending on how deeply asleep he was.

Setting your purse down in its usual spot on the bench by the door you moved further in the house. You didn’t bother calling out to Jake, considering you didn’t think he was home there would be no point. Instead you moved towards your bedroom, intent on taking a nap before you got elbow deep in a much needed Sunday deep clean. As you got closer you heard the unmistakable heavy breathing. 

Immediately you knew Jake was in fact home and he was currently so preoccupied with himself he didn’t hear you come in. This wasn’t the first time you’ve seen Jake jerking off and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last. 

What you saw when you finally stepped in the doorway of your room was something new. Jake was laying back on the bed, slightly propped up on the headboard with his eyes closed. No doubt some scene of the two of you playing in his mind.

But there wrapped around his cock, underneath his hand, was his favorite pair of your panties. A lacy red thong that made him nearly feral just about every time you wore it. The only reason it wasn’t destroyed was because he liked it so much. 

You hadn’t expected the sight of him, jerking off with your thong to be such a turn on but it was. Your thighs clenched as you watched – waiting on the perfect moment to stop him. Jake’s breathing became shallower and you could tell he was close.

“Ah ah,” you finally spoke up. Jake’s eyes went wide and cheeks flushed red. “Mommy doesn’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself.” His adam's apple bobbed. He knew he was in trouble. Climbing on top of him he fell back, letting his body slide down so he was fully laying down on the bed. You leaned over to the nightstand on your side and yanked the drawer open. Your eyes were still focused on him as you pulled the black rope out. Another hard swallow from the usually obnoxious man below you.

“Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?” Jake just shook his head, his eyes following your hands as you secured his wrists to the headboard. 

You climbed off him and began to strip. The cool air in your home had your nipples hardening even more than they already had. “Should I take it easy on you baby? Just edge you a little?” Jake pulled his lip between his teeth as he watched you undress. Your shorts and thong falling to the floor with a soft thud. “Or…” you moved over to the chest at the bottom of your bed. The bed creaked and you knew Jake was trying to see what you were grabbing. 

His cock jumped at the sight of the strap-on. Even though he knew you weren’t going to take it anywhere near easy on him. You let out your own moan as you inserted one end of it into before securing the straps around your thighs. 

When you first met Jake you never would have guessed he’d be into this. Sure, he needed to be knocked off his high horse. You just didn’t realize that when he landed it would be face down ass up and calling you mommy. His love for getting fucked in the ass was an incidental finding. It started when you slipped a finger in his ass while sucking him off and it grew from there. That wasn’t to say he was always the one bending to your will. The roles switched. Some days you were the one getting punished and writhing beneath him. Other days it was like this. 

You climbed back on top of him, prodding his lips with the tip. “Open for mommy,” you hummed the words but it was an order. One that Jake willfully obeyed as he took the silicone cock in his mouth. “Good boy, getting mommy’s cock all nice and wet.” Pushing yourself back you ground your ass against his cock, the thong still loosely wrapped around it. Then you were situated between his legs and reaching back into the chest for the lube. 

After applying an ample amount you slipped two fingers in, grinning as you watched his mouth open in a moan.

“Mommy…” he whined, rolling his hips and shoving him further down on your fingers.

“Oh? Did my sweet boy finally find his voice?” His cock was turning red with the need to release, but he wasn’t going to get that just yet.

Jake nodded, letting out another wine as your fingers brushed against his sweet spot. “Please…f-fuck me!” God did you love it when he sounded so desperate. It had your cunt clenching around the end of the strap that was inside of you.

“What do you have to say to mommy?” You pulled your fingers out and gripped onto his hips, prodding his hole with the tip of your cock. It pulled another whine from his lips and you prodded a little more. Pushing just enough so that the head just barely pushed through and then pulling back out. 

“I-I’m sorry!” He moaned out pitifully, trying to push himself further onto you but you pulled away, tsking as you did.

“You can do better.” Another barely there prod.

“I’m sorry for touching myself without permission mommy!” His eyes were screwed shut and hips were moving erratically. It took all your strength to pin them down as you thrust into him. Jake cried out, his head falling back. Your thrusts alternated between soft and slow and hard and fast. There was something so beautiful about watching the pilot squirm and moan underneath you. 

Red fabric caught your attention and you grabbed the thong, balling it up in your fist and shoving it in his mouth as a gag. Somehow the muffled moans were turning you on even more. 

His cock bounced against his stomach, slathering it in precum. The closer he got to orgasm the louder and whinier his noises became. 

“Does mommy’s boy want to cum?” It came out breathless. Your clit was rubbing against the base of the strap-on. That in combination with the end inside of you brushing against your sweet spot and Jake’s moans were pushing towards your own release. 

The pupils of his green eyes were blown out with pleasure as he nodded. A muffled beg pushing through the fabric of the thong.

“Do you think you deserve it?” You asked, reaching forward and removing the thong. 

“I p-promise I’ll b-” a loud moan cut him off as you brushed against his sweet spot. “Be a good boy!” Tears pricked at his eyes and you looked down at his cock. It was so hard and painfully swollen, it would be wrong of you not to grant him release.

Spitting onto the length you took it in one of your hands and began to stroke. “Cum for mommy.” You purred and that was all he needed. The aviator cried out as he coated his stomach and chest in his own seed. A sight that brought you screaming your own release. 

Jake’s eyes were closed, but a smile was pulling at the corners of his mouth. Both of you were breathing heavily, a grin pulling at your own lips.

“Have fun at brunch baby?” He finally asked.

“Yeah, but what was waiting for me at home was much more fun.” You leaned forward, slipping out of him as you moved to kiss him. “Let’s go clean my messy boy up, huh?”

[icaruspendragon]

cw: grooming, suicide, mental health

i know a lot of times when we see/hear the word grooming we think of a certain kind of victim of a very particular crime. to help clarify, i’m gonna give a concrete definition for what i’m taking about

so finding out this is something that’s been happening to me for the past few months sure hasn’t been, ya know, great. and i don’t feel great about it or myself.

nearly every. single. box. i get to check almost all those boxes. fortunately, the sexual aspect isn’t a facet of what i went through.

idk. i’m just. i’m hurt. i feel violated. i was manipulated and lied to and gaslit and taken advantage of and used. i feel used. and i think the worst part is that i’m still scared to talk about it. because the people involved would make my life even more miserable than they have already if i named names. they’re still finding ways to hurt me even in my silence. and i just. i don’t know what to do. i don’t have the mental fortitude to deal with the fallout that would happen if i said something but i feel an obligation to say something because this exact thing is still happening to others. i feel trapped.

i’ve talked about it in therapy. but i just don’t know how to deal with it. especially because all of the sudden my brain decided it was time for me to start processing my brother’s suicide. and this abuse started to happen literally days after he died. i feel like an emotional live wire. i cannot stress enough how much i’m not having thoughts of harming myself but i feel so used and so empty and so tired. and i can’t even talk about it. not really. not unless i wanna make it worse.

i managed to finally get out and i’m still scared of what they can do to me.

how the fuck do you handle this? what do i do now? because i feel sick to my stomach with fear and anxiety making this post but i can’t have all of this floating around in me anymore. i had to let some of it out. and i’m scared about what’s going to happen to me now.

that’s why i’ve been online less. that’s why the quality of what i have been putting online hasn’t been the best. between finding out i was emotionally and mentally manipulated and abused for months by people i thought were friends and being treated subhuman at work. i’ve had all the life zapped out of me.

that’s part of why i’m pushing patreon so hard right now. so i can at least leave my job and hope that doing so will free up the mental and emotional space to address the fact that at twenty-five-fucking-years-old i got groomed.

something has got to change. i feel like i’m at the end of my rope and that rope is about to snap.

once again, i’m not having any dangerous thoughts. but i feel like i’m on the cusp of a complete and total mental breakdown.

i just wanna catch a fucking break, man. it really does feel like one thing after the other.

so yeah. i’m scared and sad and empty and i feel dirty and used and violated and it’s sucking every ounce of joy out of me. i just wanted to focus on being able to be creative full time. on making people smile and laugh. on helping others. that’s all i want to do and now i barely have the energy to shower.

it’s not fair. after everything i’ve been through i get to add another thing to the list and it’s just. not. fair.

it’s been a really, really hard couple of weeks on top of having and really, really hard past eight months.

anyway. that’s why i’ve been like this recently.

if any of that looked/sounded familiar, here’s the site i got the info from. you should check it out.

and maybe talk to your therapist.

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Family Dynamics

None of them quite knew what they were expecting when Jaskier invited Geralt and Yennefer to move in to his house in Oxenfurt. Yennefer was lonely in Aretuza, and Geralt and Jaskier needed a more permanent place to stay when Geralt was between jobs or Jaskier had to work on band business.

They were all probably expecting it to be one of those awkward roommate situations where a couple and the third wheel best friend all split the bills and live under the same roof. It ended up being nothing like what they were expecting.

They all secretly expected Jaskier and Yennefer to make it maybe a month before they were at each other's throats and Yennefer decided to leave. It already looked as if they could barely stand each other. They always seemed to be arguing, insulting each other, or being passive agressive.

And then came the subtle smiles, the slight playful tones...

Jaskier and Yennefer had finally bonded. Geralt figured that since they were friends now, things would settle down. But he was wrong. So very wrong. They all got sucked into this new chaotic relationship.

Yennefer always complains about how Geralt and Jaskier are nothing but trouble when they are together. How she can't turn her back on them for five minutes before Geralt loses all higher brain function and somehow allows Jaskier to convince him to do some of the most stupid, and/or annoying things.

Things like:

Building blanket forts and refusing to let Yennefer in unless she knows the Super Secret Password. It's 'Bewbs'.

Tying a bunch of helium balloons to a blow up doll and setting it loose in the backyard to float away, then running inside to monitor the police scanner to see how many 911 calls it recieved.

Buying a tiny fat pony. Not Jaskier's fault this time. They were driving home and Geralt sees the advertisement on the fence and has to stop because all the fluffy babies are out in the field and he sees a little red one, and is just going "Oh my GAWD, I want to take her home! We can put her in the van!"

Geralt just really loves horses, ok? And she fits in the van!

And now they have to say Wee Roach, or Van Roach so no one gets confused as to which Roach they are talking about.

The constant That's What She Said, Everything Can Be A Toy If You're Brave Enough, and I Fell On It jokes. And all the other inappropriate jokes Jaskier is constantly waiting to make.

Yennefer and Geralt have forbidden Jaskier from physically entering any sandwich shop ever again. They never did find out Jaskier's answer to "How do you want your sub topped?" Because Geralt had, thankfully, been close enough to clamp his hand over his mouth in time.

The laughing fits that start over words like "butthole". All it takes is for Jaskier to start laughing, and then Geralt starts laughing, which makes Jaskier laugh even more... Heaven help them if they are in public, or even worse, at a public function and something sets Jaskier off. He will try to get the person who said the trigger word to say it more.

And then they get kicked out.

Yennefer feels like she's babysitting two 6 year olds.

Jaskier convincing Geralt to walk around the grocery store acting like a gorilla

Jaskier convincing Geralt to squeeze into Yennefer's yoga pants, then go for a nice jog around the neighborhood.

Yennefer having to hold their hands at stores/shops/amusement parks so they don't run off and get into trouble. Or get lost.

Blowing their straw papers at each other and Yennefer. (Jaskier always tries to get his straw paper to stick in Yennefer's cleavage. Geralt aims for her hair because he's not that stupid.)

Leaving messes everywhere. Trails of clothes leading to the bathroom. Messes in the kitchen. Crumbs on the couch. Seat left up, or 'sprinkled on' and not wiped off...

Constantly walking in on them doing whatever the hot new tiktok trend was. The Beethoven Challenge had truly been a sight, she had to admit.

Ridiculous games. Like the one where they put kazoos or harmonicas in their mouths and took turns zapping each other on their bare a**es with bug zapper paddles.

Putting random price tags on random items at the store to see if they can make it through the checkout line with it.

Surprisingly, it works the majority of the time. Which is how they ended up with a wet floor sign shaped like a giant banana peel, a big plastic horse from a wine display, and a standee of the store mascot

And trying to rip each other's back pockets off. Geralt had completely ripped the entire a** out Jaskier's jeans. In the middle of the grocery store.

And don't get her started on how she couldn't make a phone call around them. Yennefer lived in constant fear that her phone would ring in their presence. Because that meant trying to talk on the phone while they

Yell random things like:

Is that the brothel again? Was my credit card declined?

That doesn't go in your butt!

Why are you lying to them like that?

Stop hogging the bong!

Yen, help, he's escaped the basement again!

Geralt will do a very realistic impression of a barking dog.

Jaskier will randomly scream.

They will team up and pretend to be two children fighting over something "MoOoooMM! Geralt/Jaskier is...."

"MoOOMMM, I frew up!"

Pretend there is a small crisis going on and run around cursing in the background.

Make random moaning/creaking/slapping/thumping combinations.

Make fart noises.

Bang pots and pans together

Random sex jokes

Deez Nuts jokes

But what Yennefer didn't realize (or refused to acknowledge) was that her and Jaskier were just as bad.

Geralt secretly referred to them as the Chaotic Siblings.

Yennefer tried to be the responsible, mature one of the pair, but always ended up getting sucked in by Jaskier's playful energy. Which always left Geralt feeling like a Tired Dad.

They will fight, argue, and annoy the h*ll out of each other and Geralt for fun.

Some of the things they do are:

The Butt Poke of Death. Geralt can't remember who started it, but Jaskier and Yennefer spent weeks jumping at every opportunity to stab each other in the a**. Then they involved Geralt, and they all ended up walking around the house, constantly on guard, relexively covering their butts.

Embarrassing Yennefer in public. Jaskier starts walking weird, making odd random noises, or just acting embarrassing in public and follows Yen around as she tries to get the h*ll away from him. He just starts walking weirder and weirder. Running just makes it worse. He will chase her, doing the "I'm frEEEE~!" run.

Jaskier and Yen once did the Awkward JCPenny Sibling photoshoot. They wore the cringiest clothes they could find and did all the awkward Sibling poses. They do it every year now and pick the worst one, have it framed, and hang it on the wall in Roach. Last year's photo is moved to the livingroom wall where everyone who walks in the door can see it .

They even get Geralt to sometimes involve himself in their nonsnse. Like the time when Jaskier and Yennefer got bored on rainy day and started doing old kid's crafts they remembered doing from their childhoods. Classics like the Squawking Chicken Cup, plastic mesh canvas crafts, fuse beads, paper mache, etc. Geralt had declined joining them. And then they'd started making Friendship Pins for each other. Geralt had absolutely not been jealous as he'd watched them trade their pins. He'd just been bored, okay? He'd definitley not sat down and started making pins because he was jealous!

The pranks are even worse. Geralt is always an unwitting participant. Like the time they filled his room with balloons. Geralt had started popping balloons just so he could get into his room, and found the one balloon they had filled with glitter. He'd been rather irate about it, but as the Chaotic Siblings had put it as he'd chased them through the house, "At least you look fabulous!"

Not even a week later Geralt had been opening a soda bottle in the kitchen when Jaskier had run up behind him and dropped a mentos in the bottle when Geralt turned to get his glass. They'd run like h*ll after the soda spewed all over Geralt. Yen's phone has the whole thing on video, including the chaotic shaking view of her running from Geralt.

Putting clear tape across the doorways at face height and watching Geralt walk into it.

Switching places when Yennefer is walking with Geralt. The Siblings had gotten a good laugh when Geralt realized that at some point they had switched places and he'd been holding Jaskier's hand for the past 15 minutes.

They bought a big bag of gummy bears, waited until Geralt had gone to bed, then spent a few hours licking each gummy bear and then sticking them to the ceiling of Geralt's van.

F**king with Geralt's collection of horse figurines by either replacing one with a random a** object, or dressing one up, and waiting to see how long it takes him to notice.

Sometimes they just abduct one and hold it hostage until Geralt pays the ridiculous ransom they came up with.

Which is how Geralt ended up walking out of the salon with hidden pastel rainbow hair.

And not to mention all the random, childish things, like

Interacting with random statues they come across, resulting in hilarious photos.

Full sleeve tattoos using assorted kids' temporary tattoos

Both of them constantly yelling "gErALt!" whenever one of them did someting particularly annoying to the other. Like how Yennefer keeps calling Jaskier 'Babygirl' in front of his band. Or telling Geralt that Jaskier is his other wife.

Eskel and Geralt have a private joke that Jaskier is Yennefer's gay boyfriend. Eskel even took all the footage he had collected of Yennefer and Jaskier interacting and put it to Gay Boyfriend by The Hazzards.

Not being able to play a serious game of pool because Jaskier keeps dancing around his pool cue while Yennefer sings "Somebody come get her, she's dancin' like a stripper!"

Or they end up just contantly trying to poke each other with the pool cues.

Or they get drunk, turn the barstools upside down and sit between the legs and have 'barstool rodeos'. The first one to tip over loses.

The a** slapping battles that subsequently end up with bickering, name calling, and sulking.

Which dovetails into their wrestling matches, that always end in high pitched screams for help when Yennefer gets the upper hand.

They call Geralt by going "Pspspspsps!"

Geralt hates it because he turns to look every single time. He hates it even more when they do it in public.

He tried to ignore a public summons once, and had done a pretty decent job of barely twitching, until Yennefer had called loudly, "Geralt Roger Eric-!" And Geralt had never moved faster in his life.

He'd thought they had given up "cat" calling him, until he found out they had changed his ringtone. Now when one them calls him, it's a recording of the specific Sibling going "Pspspspsp!"

They will, every once in a while, even send him a text message that reads "Pspspspsps!"

They found out that a squeaky ball worked just as well. Geralt's in his room and Yen wants to ask him something? Squeaky Ball! Don't know where Geralt is? Just give the ball a squeak!

And if that wasn't bad/annoying enough, the little sh*ts will casually walk up to him, start scratching his cheeks/chin, and just smile as his eyes dilate and he starts purring.

Geralt tries to resist, but as soon as the skritches start, his brain just goes 'Brrrrr! Skritches Good!' and he's gone! He can't even remember what he was doing/saying.

And Geralt is pretty sure the Siblings have used the Chin/Cheek Skritch technique on numerous occasions to get themselves out of trouble.

The Squeaky Ball works just as well. Just give it a squeak and throw it, and Geralt forgets all about being mad!

[bakumu]

beautiful way

Raichi Jingo x fem!reader

wc: 1.4k

summary: a restless night lets raichi examine his feelings, what will he do when he can finally put words to his emotions?

cw: fluff, none really, reader has a cat

a/n: i love the idea of him running for love, so this will probably be a common theme in my writing for him. 

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

The moment Raichi realizes he's in love, he runs.

It's two-thirty in the morning and he's been trying to sleep for hours, but his brain won't stop. He spent his entire day off with you; the two of you at the farmer’s market in the morning, then home to make lunch, and finally an evening walk downtown past a little hole-in-the-wall that smelled too delicious to pass up.

Every minute of the day had been spent by your side, listening to your laugh. So why can't he fall asleep? It was such an eventful day and he has to be up in 4 hours… but the ache in his chest just won't go away.

Maybe ache is the wrong word. It’s like a constant whirl of electricity spinning around inside him, sending sparks to his brain that burst into beautiful images of you. They nestle themselves against the top of his skull, floating to the surface like messages in a bottle.

It's confusing, aggravating, and yet so pleasant that he doesn't want to close his eyes.

He rolls onto his side, and stares at his hand —the same hand that settled against your back when you walked through the crowded streets just a few hours ago— and he wishes that you were here right now.

He wishes that every second of the day could be spent with you. That your smile would be the first thing that he sees when he wakes up and the last thing he sees before he closes his eyes.

He stares up at the ceiling and imagines what a life would look like with you and the image appears to him much too quickly. A big house with a nice view, Sunday morning breakfasts, and you dressed in nothing but his shirt, swatting his hands away with a spatula. 

Fuck, his chest hurts.

He rolls over again, hoping that it will magically cure his restlessness. But it doesn't. His eyes remain open and he replays the morning over again in his head.

“Jin! Jingo!” 

Your voice calls him from his thoughts, and he puts the bouquet he was staring at back into its place at the flower stall. 

“What are ya yellin for? I'm right here.” 

“Well, you weren't listening to me.” There's a small pout on your face that he tries not to focus on. “Do you like those flowers?”

The only reason he was looking at them was because they reminded him of you. The arrangement was filled with bright blues and pinks, heavenly placed so that no one flower stood out against the other. It was perfect.

“They’re alright.”

“You’ve always been a terrible liar.” You shake your head and pick the bouquet out of its holder. “If you like them so much you should get them!”

He did end up buying them; they’re in a beautiful little vase that you lent him sitting in his kitchen right now. 

But he can't get the image of you holding them out of his head. You carried them through the whole market while he held all of the shopping bags. 

Watching you flit between stalls with the sun bathing you in its warm light gave him renewed energy. Every smile, every laugh, every time you pointed at something interesting or grabbed his arm to prevent him from walking away gave him a new meaning to draw breath.

It's not like these feelings are new to him. This feeling in his chest has been here for a while, for weeks or even months, but now…

Now it's different.

It's wholly encompassing, and every fiber of his being is begging for the truth to come out. For him to admit it to himself. 

To admit…

He bolts upright in bed, clutching at his chest. Is he.. 

Oh fuck.

He throws the covers off of him and starts pacing the room. 

He feels jumpy, so much more alive than he's ever felt in his life. And he needs to go. Run to you and tell you everything.

Raichi moves his hands through his hair as he checks the clock again. It's almost 3 a.m., but everything in his body is telling him that he needs to go to you. 

Without so much as a second thought, he puts on pants and a shirt before grabbing his phone and keys and rushes out the door.

The night air is cold and makes his chest burn as he runs. The streets are empty and the traffic lights are blinking; it's just him and the silence but it feels right.

He pushes himself harder, pumping his arms to run faster, to get to you quicker. 

He runs past the restaurant you ate at tonight, through the same park the two of you walked through hours ago. Your smile flashes through his mind once again, bringing a smile to his face as he runs. The excitement that he feels in his chest needs to escape. 

Running along the tree lined path, he can't help himself as he balls his fists and screams, pouring every ounce of extra energy he has into running faster and faster.

Birds rouse from their nests and fly from the treetops at his outburst, but he keeps running until he's out of the park. He rounds a corner and then another until he's standing in front of your building.

He’s sweaty, his chest is heaving, and he's sure that he looks crazed right now but he doesn't care. 

He takes the stairs two at a time to your floor and it isn't until he's about to ring your buzzer that it dawns on him that you're probably asleep.

His hand hovers over the buzzer, until he lets it fall. His own realization shouldn’t rob you of your own sleep. Raichi takes a step back from your door, letting all the emotions calm inside him before finally deciding to abandon your door. 

He takes a step back towards the stairs but something catches something moving in the corner of his eye.

Your black fluffy cat, Wolfgang, hops onto the window sill and parts the curtains with his head. Raichi stops in his tracks, turning towards the window and holds his finger up to the glass. Wolfgang tries to sniff it through the glass until something calls his interest from inside the apartment. 

You pull open the curtain and Raichi can hear your voice muffled by the glass, “What are you looking at—” You jump when you see his figure before your face relaxes when you realize who it is standing creepily outside your window.

You hold up a finger to him and close the curtain. He can hear some rustling from inside and a light comes on before you open the door.

Your hair is messy; you look like you haven't been able to sleep either, wrapped in a blanket that makes you look like a burrito, but to him, you’ve never looked more beautiful.

The still night fills the space between the two of you as Wolfgang rubs against your blanket.

“Hi.” 

“Hi.”

Your brow furrows as you scan him; you must be thinking that something’s wrong or that he's here for some insane reason —and he is— but he needs to take in every detail about this moment before he speaks.

“Jin, what are you doing here, it’s—” Wolfgang steps out of your apartment and Raichi can see the panic on your face. 

He holds out a hand to stop you from scrambling as the fluffy creature walks in figure-eights around Raichi’s ankles.

“He’s okay,” Raichi says, leaning over and picking up the big boy and cradling him in his arms. “He won't run off, he loves you too much.”

You relax now that Wolfgang is secured, leaning against the door frame. “So why are you here at 3 a.m.?”

“I couldn't sleep.” Raichi rubs under Wolfgang’s chin and the cat starts to purr.

“Me either, must be fate,” you say with a laugh.

He nods, smiling to himself. It's comforting to know that you were up too, maybe even for the same reason.

Raich steps closer to you, setting Wolfgang down inside the doorway. “I also had a realization.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

Raichi stares into your eyes, and the electricity in his chest makes his heart beat faster. The whole night he’s been thinking about you, about how much he wants you by his side, and now that you're here, in front of him, he feels at ease. 

His gaze softens as he finally admits it to himself and to you.

“I love you.”

[gummygowon]

after last night | park seonghwa

word count: 760

genre: fluff + slight suggestiveness, ceo!seonghwa x barista!reader (reader wears a dress and makeup)

strangers to potential lovers au!

warnings: none

a/n: inspired by "after last night" by silk sonic (if you don't listen to them go rn smh)

park seonghwa tapped his foot anxiously on the tile floor as time ticked too slowly for his liking. his meeting was going over time as his colleagues got into a heated argument about what would be best for the company's future.

at the moment, seonghwa could care less. yeah, it was going to be his company very soon since he was going to inherit his father's position as ceo in a few months. however, he could not focus to save his life.

woke up and i can't get you out of my head (i've tried, i've tried, come on)

thoughts of last night encircled his mind as images of you in that deep black dress with a high slit on your right leg burned his brain. the way the velvet dress hugged your curves and sharp eyeliner brought out your eyes, he couldn't help but yearn for more. your warm voice and laughter had seonghwa's palms clammy as he recalled last night's conversations.

(baby, you've got to tell me) when i'm gon' see you again

his mind was deep in the thoughts of you that even his partner and best friend had noticed his lack of attention during the meeting.

"what's up with you park?" seonghwa's partner, kim hongjoong asked curiously.

"nothing." he mumbled as he packed up his things quickly, dying to get out of this suffocating meeting.

"what's got you in a rush? lunch date?" hongjoong teased as he wiggled his eyebrows at him.

seonghwa was caught off guard by his comment and his heart sped up a just a beat quicker. "no."

"someone's got a date!" hongjoong teased a little louder as he slapped his shoulder.

"no i do not." seonghwa denies as he quickly slips out of hongjoong's site and out of the boardroom.

"you're not slick park!" his partner calls out after him with a shit eating grin on his face.

seonghwa just rolls his eyes as he hurries his way out of the office so he can hopefully catch you during one of your shifts.

you worked at the coffee shop that was below park industries and was where you also met seonghwa a couple weeks ago. surprisingly, you've been working at momo's coffee and tea for about two years now and you've never seen seonghwa before. maybe it was because he always had his assistant get it for him but ever since he came by one morning and saw you working, he came almost everyday after that.

although there was a line almost out the door, seonghwa still stood in line and scrolled aimlessly on his phone to pass the time. he could feel his heart begin to beat out of his chest as he drew near you at the cash register.

it was almost comical how a powerful businessman had fallen head over heels for a college student barista. someone who was seen as poised and calm would always be such as mess when you were around.

seonghwa never had a problem talking in front of crowds no matter how big it was or who attended it but for some reason talking one on one with you had him tripping over his words. even during simple conversations such as ordering a cup of coffee had his tongue twisting.

see, normally i don't stutter but you d-d-d-d-do it to me (silk sonic)

"and what can i get for you today mr. park?" you ask, a warm smile on your face as your thoughts floated back to what happened last night.

"c-can i get a medium iced americano?" seonghwa stuttered, his face feeling ten times hotter then it was just a second ago. never in his life had seonghwa wanted to slam his head against the counter out of pure embarrassment.

a soft laugh escapes your throat as you smile back at him, "of course, anything else?"

"another date this friday?" the upcoming ceo asked as he held his breath. it was already one thing to slip up when ordering a simple of cup of coffee but to get rejected on top of stuttering in front of a pretty barista would just be the cherry on top for today's interactions with you.

wishin' on a shootin' star, say a prayer for me and hope it comes true

"how can i say no?" you reply with a shy smile.

seonghwa's face works its way into a grin as he slips a few bills into the tip jar after you tell you'll call him later.

after last night (woo), I think I'm in love with you