#and when he gets too scared he has the serious urge to bite

[citrine-elephant]

sedated by my cicada rhythm as my stupid flesh mech thinks it's days past bed time

post plaga leon and biting. how vets sometimes need to muzzle their clients?

leon gets a little too bitey at a checkup and is put in the shame muzzle.

or, a more grounded idea: leon gets squirmy in medical settings, and because of trauma response paired with post-plaga feral reworking of his brain, there's a chance he may bite when threatened. he understands, there's always a chance he could pass infection if he's a carrier for something and isn't aware. y'know.

fuckin parasites rewiring his brain...

[atzloverr]

Hongjoong - NSFW alphabet

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while, school has started now so let’s just say it’s a lot. Hope you enjoy!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

If he hurt you in any way (bites, bruises, scratches etc with consent) he’ll hold you tenderly and kiss your forehead repeatedly, asking you if you’re okay. He’ll praise you for taking him so well, lightly petting your head.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your lips, or just your mouth in general (lol). When you lick your lips while focusing on something, or bite your lip while looking in his eyes, he can’t ignore the bulge forming in his pants.

He doesn’t only find your mouth sexy, he also adores it when you smile or laugh, your grin giving him butterflies in his stomach. He’ll smile widely if you pout slightly, finding your little kissy face adorable.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves the lewd thought of your pretty face covered in his cum, watching you lick your lips, tasting his liquids. He knows it’s a quite dirty fantasy, but he also can’t help but get hard at the thought of it.

If he can’t come all over you, he’ll gladly come all over himself instead , urging you to lick up his stomach, giving you a taste of his cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He sometimes touches himself without your knowledge, sneaking a hand under the table and slowly rubbing himself as the two of you have a conversation. He can’t help but grow desperate at times, hearing your beautiful voice, so he’ll try his best to keep a straight face as he slowly pleasures himself.

He’s actually very possessive over you. He doesn’t want to scare you off or make you uncomfortable, so he keeps his jealousy to himself most of the time. As much as he loves seeing you in revealing clothes, he can’t help but see everyone else’s eyes on you. He’ll snake a hand around your waist while scanning the room, making sure everyone knows who you belong to. (more about this on W)

As possessive as he is, there’s actually one person who he thinks deserves the pleasure of having you. Seonghwa. One time, he caught Seonghwa’s eyes staying on your form for a bit too long, as you walked past only wearing a t-shirt and a pair of short shorts. He would’ve gotten mad at anyone else, but he just couldn’t find himself getting angry with his dearest friend.

Ever since that day, Hongjoong had imagined a scenario of the three of you, indulging in your desires. He knew you would never cheat on him, but you definitely found Seonghwa attractive, that was for sure. He would silently touch himself to the thought of sharing you with Seonghwa, and as much as he would want it to become a reality, he could never admit it to any of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Hongjoong’s pretty well experienced in bed, but he hasn’t had many long lasting relationships, before you that is. He had basically only had one night stands, or fuck buddies, so he’s not really used to the romantic aspect of it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I actually don’t think he has one. Hongjoong will be happy with any position with you, and as much as he enjoys the intimacy of missionary, he’ll gladly take you from behind, fucking into you at a fast pace.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not very serious during the act, and he’ll let out airy laughs as he rams into you, giggling at your flustered state. He thinks sex should be something fun for the two of you, so he’ll be smiling the whole time.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hongjoong is very busy, so I think he might not always find the time or energy to shave. If you don’t mind, he’ll keep his hair pretty long just for that reason. He’ll trim it occasionally, and if he’s not that busy, or if he just feels up to it, he might shave at times, liking the feel of having little to no hair down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s not very romantic per se, but he is intimate. He views sex as something fun, but also a way to express love and intimacy. The first time you did it together, he was really careful, and made sure you felt loved at all times, but in your established relationship, it’s very different from time to time. One night, he’ll think of it as fun playtime, but another night, it can be something very intimate and important to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Hongjoong SCREAMS pillow humping. In bed, he’s on the dominant side, but when jerking off, he acts like a cute bunny in heat. He’ll quickly fuck into a pillow, whimpering and whining quietly. If you ever walk in on him, he’ll feel sooo embarrassed to be caught in such a moment, but you’ll just reassure him, telling him how cute you found it.

He jerks off pretty often I think, or at least more often than most people. He gets pretty desperate at times, and just feels the need to get himself off quickly. I think he does it at least once a day👀

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Cockwarming.

He loves it when you just sit on him, or when he spoons you from behind, keeping his hard cock inside of you as you fall asleep. He’s obsessed with the feeling of you pulsing around him. When you try to move he’ll firmly grip your hips, tutting and telling you to be patient.

Dacryphilia

He loves seeing you cry from all the intense sensations he gives you. Seeing your beautiful tears running down your cheek as he overstimulates you. He’ll gently kiss your tears away, petting your head lovingly.

He also just loves manhandling you, gripping your thighs roughly and putting you wherever he wants you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He loves doing it in the studio, propping you up on the desk and fingering you while leaving love bites all over your thighs, but nothing quite compares to doing it in the bedroom. He loves being able to shove your face in the pillows, or fuck you on the floor against the mirror, while having access to all the toys he owns.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He loves seeing you be passionate about one of your interests, babbling on about it with a smile on your face. He’s ashamed of how turned on he gets when you excitedly go on and on about one of your favorite subjects.

When you look at him with that lustful gaze, he’ll immediately get turned on. He loves it when you flirt with him, and gets even more turned on when you get flustered as he flirts back. He’ll keep looking in your eyes as you try to avert your gaze, reminding you who’s in charge.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don’t think he’d be into anal (receiving). He just doesn’t enjoy the feeling that much honestly.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

I think it’s 50/50 for Hongjoong, but maybe he has a slight preference for receiving. He loves going down on you, and he’ll gladly be in between your legs for however long you need. But there’s something about when you go down on him, a feeling that he just can’t put into words. The second he feels your warm mouth around his cock, he can’t help but buck his hips into you. He might even grab your head, just to steady himself. He almost becomes slightly submissive when you work your tongue on him, moaning loudly and shaking with pleasure.

He’s very skillful with his mouth, and passionately uses his tongue and hands on you as if you’re his last meal. His tip is extremely sensitive, so if you really want to rile him up, you should focus on that.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Hongjoong’s really rough, and easily manhandles you and throws you around, despite his small height. He goes really rough, and usually fast. Even when he’s dominant, he’ll desperately thrust into you, drowning in the bliss of being inside of you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. Doing things quickly and efficiently works perfectly for him, and as much as he loves taking his sweet time and being able to savor the moment with you, he never says no to a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He likes experimenting, but also has clear boundaries and won’t cross them. He doesn’t fuck with public stuff, since he believes your cute sounds and reactions are for his eyes only, but he could do something risky. He doesn’t mind doing it in a public restroom, or in his studio where one of the members might walk in. If we should include the other members, I don’t think he feels very ashamed of showing PDA in front of them. He just makes sure they know not to try something with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hongjoong’s stamina is really high, and he’ll even want to do more than his body can handle, not being able to get enough of you. He’ll go for as many rounds as he sees fit, still going even as your body is becoming limp in exhaustion. He’ll want to do as many positions as possible, not feeling satisfied if he doesn’t get to feel you in as many ways as possible.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a fair amount of toys, and mostly different types of restraints. He has silk bindings that he’ll tie you up with at times, but he might also pull out his rough rope, wanting your wrists to have bruises afterwards. He doesn’t use many toys on himself, and probably doesn’t want to either, but he’ll gladly try out different things on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He lives for teasing you, and just can’t get enough of your cute little reactions when he does so. He’ll make you spell out exactly what you need from him, or make you practically beg for him to give it to you. Sure, he loves the way you look and sound when you bask in pleasure, but nothing beats your desperate whines and the way you squirm around when he deprives you of your needs.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not very loud, and his sounds usually consist of airy moans, heavy breathing, small giggles and laughs. He’ll occasionally let out a whimper if he feels really good, like right when he comes or when he enters you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Hongjoong tries his best to hide his jealous and possessive nature, but sometimes, he just can’t ignore it.

“Hongjoong, what’s up? Is something the matter?” you asked, rubbing his arm slowly. You could tell something was off, he had that grumpy face ever since you arrived to the party you had just come home from. Hongjoong sighed, sneaking a hand up your bare thigh. “Did you see the way those men looked at you?” he asked, clearly annoyed.

You tilted your head. “No?” Hongjoong suddenly lifted you up from where you sat beside him, and placed you on his lap, facing him. “They were eyefucking you all night,” Hongjoong pouted. You smiled in confusion, cheeks slightly flushed at your current position. As you tried to move slightly, Hongjoong pressed you further into his lap.

“I need to make sure they know who you belong to,” he smirked. You felt his erection pressing against you through his jeans. You couldn’t help the squeak that you let out when you felt your boyfriend’s lips on your neck. You pressed down against his crotch slightly, and a small growl was heard from underneath you. You were in for a long night.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I think Hongjoong’s average down there (maybe even on the smaller side hihi) but he has more girth than length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is higher than most people’s, and he often finds himself sexually frustrated, needing some sort of relief, hence the reason why he jerks off a lot.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)

He can’t fall asleep until a while afterwards, still needing a while to cool off and get his mind in a peaceful state. Even after he’s done it with you, he still finds himself feeling horny, so he might need a while.

Hope y’all enjoyed thiisssss <3 please leave requests if you have any!! (which member next???)

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[hxney-lemcn]

Late Night Chaos — Daisuke x gn! reader

summery: continuing to struggle with coming to terms, reader seeks solace in Anya, trying and failing to confess, until they finally couldn't avoid it any longer.

tw: reader is bad at feelings.

a/n: this has become a series...

wc: 2k

Master List

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine

In response to your newfound feelings, you decided to do what you do best. Ignore it. Ignore the fluttering of your heart when Daisuke looked towards you after a joke, like he wanted to make you laugh specifically. Or the quiet moments, sitting side by side at night, you didn’t miss the way he would stare at you instead of the fake sky, making your insomnia problem worse. Or how he had become more touchy, how had you not noticed it before? They way he’d brush the back of his hand against yours when walking side by side, or how he’d bump shoulders with you more often than not, or the brief hugs he’d give you if you looked particularly down. 

It was eating at you, but you’d be damned if you were gonna say anything. You can’t remember a time you felt this strongly about someone. Sure, you’ve had passing crushes and found people attractive, but those all passed. But this? You were stuck, hurtling through space, with someone you not only found attractive, but were also falling for. You felt like you were going to tear your hair out. This wasn’t good for your health. It felt like you were going crazy. Not to mention the constant urge to just get all your aggression out by squeezing the living daylights out of Daisuke. 

It seemed you weren’t hiding your deteriorating mental state well. Finishing your daily tasks for Anya, she seemed to have noticed the tired look in your eyes…or maybe the eye bags, those might have been a dead give-away. 

“Have you been sleeping alright?” Anya asked, eyes holding concern. 

“As good as it’ll get,” You shrugged, deflecting the question. 

“If there’s something on your mind you can always talk to me,” She remarked. “It may be my job, but I also care about you.” That made you pause, biting your lip and you mulled over your options. Either keep your feelings to yourself and go nuts or talk to the only other person you feel comfortable with…

Sitting down, you kept your gaze on your lap, fiddling with your fingers, “I’ve…uh. I’ve come to a sudden realization.” 

“And what might that be?” Anya asked softly, watching your anxious movements with a trained eye. Your fidgeting grew worse, now messing with the sleeves of your uniform. If you said it outloud that would make it real, and that was what was holding you back. All these new emotions scared you, and for all you knew Daisuke only thought of you as a friend. The uncertainties of the whole situation made you want to grasp onto any semblance of control you held, and that was holding onto your emotions, keeping them in check and acting like you didn’t want to kiss the living daylights out of one of your crewmates. 

“I think I’m going crazy.”

It's not what you wanted to say, but the truth felt too heavy on your tongue, unable to push the words past your lips. Avoiding her gaze, you looked at the board behind her, eyes landing on a drawing of Jimmy with the word yimpy. Glaring at the image, you wondered why traces of Daisuke seemed to follow you no matter where you went. 

“Hmm,” Anya hummed, tapping her pen against the desk. “Why?”

“I…I,” You tried so hard to say it, to get the damn fuzzy yet heavy feelings off your chest, but your mouth wouldn’t let you. Thankfully, Anya was patient, analyzing you to make sure this wasn’t too serious to your mental health. Squeezing your hands into tight fists, you pushed through, the words finally spilling past your lips, “I think I’m falling for Daisuke!” 

Your eyes widened at how loud you said it, cheeks warming and glancing behind you to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Anya’s demeanor softened, letting out a small sigh of relief. You really scared her for a second. But now that the dam had broken, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from gushing. 

“I-I’ve never felt this way before and it’s so scary. And it’s hard to avoid because he’s always following me around and making me laugh, and when I’m with him it doesn’t seem so bad, but then when I’m alone I overthink everything. It’s driving me crazy.”

Anya nodded, taking in your words and coming up with a thoughtful response, “New things are scary. But it seems like you both really like each other. I’d say the best way to go about this is to confront the problem, tell Daisuke how you feel. As scary as it may be, it's better than keeping it in. Of course if you two do start dating then you’d both have to fill out some paperwork-”

“I think we’re skipping a step,” You said, words muffled as you shoved your face in your hands. 

…

You knew Anya was right. You should just tell him, that’s the most logical conclusion, but if you struggled to tell her, how the hell were you supposed to tell the actual person? You glanced at your main problem, wearily eyeing him as Swansea was trying to guide him in fixing a pipe. You weren’t an idiot, you knew that he liked you, but the question was how much? Was it all platonic? Maybe a hint of romantic feelings? Was he already crushing on you? How the hell were you supposed to know? It angered you, you were out of your depth and it was scary. 

“I did it!” Daisuke exclaimed, smiling brightly towards Swansea than you.

“Good job,” Swansea muttered gruffly. “You didn’t break anything this time.” 

When his eyes landed on you, expectant look in his eyes, you found yourself folding, “You did great.” Curse your traitorous heart speeding up when his grin brightened. He was nearly jumping across the halls, vibrating where he stood.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, kid,” Swansea shook his head. “The question is can you do it again?” 

“I’m sure he can,” You remarked offhandedly. The old man glanced at you before shaking his head, muttering something about kids these days. 

“Let’s take a ten minute break,” Swansea grumbled. “Not sure how much longer I can deal with you two.” You watched him leave with a raised eyebrow, your lips slightly lifted in a small smirk. 

It was silent for a few moments before Daisuke spoke up, “Hey, are you okay?”

“Hmm?” You hummed, tilting your head. “Yeah, why?”

“You just…seem a bit off,” He muttered, scratching the back of his neck. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You snarked, eyes falling into a glare. 

“N-nothing bad,” He defended, holding his hands up like a shield. “You just…you can talk to me y’know. We’re friends after all.”

Letting out a sigh you deflated, “Sorry, I know. It’s just…hard to explain.”

“Harder to explain than stealing the Captain's scanner for some sweetener packets?”

“Hmm,” You genuinely thought about it, amused. “No, I don’t think I can beat that.” The two of you chuckled softly before it was quiet again. With the way Daisuke worriedly looked at you, you felt a bit guilty. You had been snapping at him more than usual (easy to beat as you never really snapped at him), taking out your frustrating emotions on those around you. You had been unfair, and now seems like the perfect time to finally get the weight off your chest…and apologize properly.

“I, uh, have something to admit,” You confessed, rubbing your arm awkwardly. “Just…let’s not make it weird-”

“Alright,” Swansea unknowingly cut you off, coming back in. “No more time to dawdle, the ship won’t fix itself.” You huffed, glaring at the ground. It was just your luck that right as you were about to do the grown thing and talk about your emotions someone had to cut you off.

Pushing yourself off the crate you were sitting on, you waved at the two on your way out, “I’ll see ya around.” Not looking back, you missed the way Daisuke watched you in concern.

…

You paused mid-turn, freezing when you heard someone knock on your door. Daisuke’s muffled call of your name rang through your room. Grumbling to yourself, you got up. It’s not like you were getting any sleep anyhow. Pulling down the handle, the door slid open to reveal Daisuke, his hair was ruffled and he was wearing his pajamas. A frown tugged at his lips, eyes watching your sluggish form. “Come in,” You murmured, stepping away from the door and sitting on your bed. Closing the door behind him, he sat next to you. No words needed to be shared, you knew exactly why he was here. Once again, you found the silence to be terribly loud, racking your brain on where to start. 

“I’m sorry for treating you like shit,” You apologized, gaze focused in front of you.

“What are you talking about?” Daisuke asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Y’know,” You grumbled, picking at the blanket beneath you. “I keep snapping at you out of nowhere. It’s not right, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Oh,” He nodded in realization.

“Yeah,” You sighed.

“Something been irritating you?” He asked leaning down to try and meet your gaze. 

“That's…I…” Once again, you felt your tongue grow heavy at the thought of admitting your feelings. Allowing yourself to be so vulnerable was terrifying. It was like carving your heart out and serving it on a platter, hoping that he’d treat it with care. The question was, were you willing to put the knife to your chest and cut? 

Meeting his eyes, held with concern and something you couldn’t put your finger on, you could feel the knife twist.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Daisuke’s eyes widened with wonder, looking more awake than ever before, tanned cheeks turning red. He felt like he was dreaming, but at the same time it felt off. You were confessing to him, something he had hoped for…but you also seemed…sad. Like it was taking a toll on you, and if that was the reason why you were more easily irritated…does that mean you don’t like it? Was there a way to fall for someone and hate them for it? 

“And that’s a bad thing?” He managed to ask, voice wobbling in fear. 

“No,” You whispered, tilting your head down and facing your lap. “It’s just scary. I’ve never felt like this before and I don’t know how to handle it.”

“That’s okay,” Daisuke whispered back, inching his hand closer to your own. “I’m new to this too. We can figure it out. Together.” Biting your lip, you eyed his hand that stopped just before touching you. In a short burst of confidence you linked your pinkies, bathing in the warm feeling that expanded through your entire being instead of running from it. 

“Do you think you can stay?” You asked, your skin bristling at the vulnerability in your tone. 

You were silly to think that Daisuke would treat your heart carelessly. No, he was going to treat it tenderly, caring for it as if it were his own. In return, he carved his own heart out, giving you an equal offering. 

“Of course,” Daisuke nodded, his usual boyish smile more tender and warm. 

Bonus:

Both you and Daisuke had been late to breakfast, and Anya had a small hunch as to why. So she offered to get you both, ignoring the way Jimmy grumbled about you both being spoiled brats. Knocking on your door, she heard shuffling on the other side, hushed whispers, and finally footsteps walking towards the door. Cracking the door open, you peaked your head out, sleepy eyes staring up at the nurse.

“Good morning,” You muttered, voice still laced with sleep. 

“Good morning,” She greeted back with an amused smile. “You and Daisuke slept in.”

That seemed to make you wide awake, muttering curse words before rushing back into your room, a muffled sorry yelled through the door. Walking back to the main hull, Anya shook her head in amusement. It seems you finally followed her advice.

[theseshipsshallsail]

Summary:

“There’s no need to apologise,” Oliver tells him - when what he really wants to say is I’m here, I’m listening: please don’t suffer alone.

INTERMEZZO

A thunderous deluge batters their East Village brownstone when Oliver jolts into fitful consciousness; the red, flashing numbers of their digital alarm clock reading 2:27 a.m once he knuckles the grit from his swollen eyelids. Next to him, the mattress is empty - crumpled sheets already cool to the touch - but levering up on his elbow he casts about for his missing maestro: breathing a sigh of relief as he eventually spots him; limned by the bright neon awning directly opposite the casement windows.

“Elio…” he murmurs, instantly wary of his stiff demeanour.

He’s donned the teal-green Oxford Oliver wore to dinner - alongside a pair of loose, cotton boxers - but the shocking contrast to his ashen skin is deeply concerning as he haltingly turns towards him. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” 

Elio blinks - hollow and haunted - his pulse thrumming rapidly at his neck. “Couldn’t sleep,” he repeats, fingers drumming an abstract rhythm where they rest on the wooden sill. “Désolé… I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“There’s no need to apologise,” Oliver tells him - when what he really wants to say is I’m here, I’m listening: please don’t suffer alone.

An ugly gravity tugs at his chest, and Elio looks both torn and devastated as he bites his bottom lip; shivering - in part - from the harsh, December air. It’s a bit like being trapped underwater - the numbing helplessness that shrouds their moonlit apartment - but the news of Samuel’s hospitalisation was a bolt from the blue, and they’ve each been a bundle of nerves since their harrowing phone call with Annella.  

“Come to bed, huh?” Oliver urges, smoothing the covers in gentle invitation. “Your goosebumps will get goosebumps by that draughty pane.” 

It’s a simple enough suggestion - though evidently the straw that breaks the camel’s back - and Oliver curses the cruelty of the human condition when Elio sobs like it’s torn out of him; crossing the Rubicon in three loping strides to throw himself into his arms.

“I’m scared…” he gasps, chestnut curls tickling his nose as a car horn blares on the street outside. “My dad, Oliver -”

“- is strong as an ox,” he reassures quickly, kneading the bunched-tight muscles of Elio’s heaving shoulders, attempting to warm him up. “With access to some of the best doctors Europe has to offer.” The Policlinico di Milano is indeed a lauded institution. “You’re mom and Mafalda are with him right now, and there’s a direct flight to Malpensa leaving at noon.” Oliver swallows hard; reluctant to name the nebulous dread swirling beneath his ribs. “No matter the diagnosis, we’ll get through this, yeah?”

“But what if it’s serious?” Elio asks plaintively. “What if he doesn’t?”

A beat.

“Then we’ll find a way to get through that too,” he swears: much the same as they’ve weathered every storm these past sixteen years. “Together.”

“Together,” Elio repeats - voice devoid of all emotion - and Oliver makes sure to hold him even closer; whispering words of broken comfort amidst the gut-wrenching tears that follow. 

Notes:

Sorry. I know this isn't my usual festive fare, but I wrote this back in the summer when things weren't so great, and just rediscovered it on my hard drive. I'll get something lighter up for New Years, promise ❤️

[smilesatdawnmain]

Eternal LMK AU (Part 11) interactive story

The rules are simple.: I will give the written passage, and then at the bottom there will be a vote on how the characters act next!

Ship: shadowpeach

Mihou felt himself step back, eyes wide and heart pounding. For a moment he felt- he couldn’t describe it. A chill, a subtle warning that the look in Wukong’s eyes was not something to seek or indulge. Wukong could not hurt him, not anymore, he knew. He knew and he forgave.

He wanted to forgive, and he would stick with that decision. But- perhaps relying solely on this King was something he should do no longer.

All he knew was that the idea of going with Wukong right, only Wukong, felt like a very bad idea. There was still so much between them. Clearly neither were knowledgeable when it came to matters of the soul, or what to do to a lingering one.

As much as he debated letting go, letting Wukong consume his world and being the only thing Macaque needed- he knew that wasn’t enough. Wukong was mighty, but not all knowing, not all powerful. They needed serious help to understand this.

“Wait,” he murmured. Wukong jostled, eyes widened when his Moon stepped away from him. His eyes glazed, lost and confused. Macaque was quick to add, “We can’t figure this out, Wukong. Not alone.” He swallowed hard, steeling his voice. “I don’t know the first thing about the soul- and neither do you.” He adds in when Wukong opens his mouth to disagree.

The King flinched, lowering his gaze. He supposed that was true. Had had a lot of time to learn when with the Monk, but not enough to understand in the deeper level that was required for this sort of thing. His brow furrowed, jaw tense. He reached his hand out, brushing near Macaque’s hand. It linger just above it, hovering.

Macaque’s gaze softened, lifting his hand up to hold it between them, their hands just centimeters from touching. He too wished- even for just a moment…

“We… don’t need anyone else.” Wukong murmured, his voice a deep husk, tinged with a quiet intensity that had Macaque shuddering. He glanced down, fighting the urge to agree with him.

Once, he would bend over backwards for Wukong to say that to him. For Wukong to mean it.

Time has a funny way of changing that, he supposed. Death had a funny way of changing that. What one would send him to the moon now gave a colder sensation. Still, he appreciated Wukong’s attempts to keep him close… it felt nice to see Wukong value him. For a while he had worried Wukong had lost that affection for him.

“Wukong,” he says, a tilt to his head. “We can’t do this alone.” he rubbed his arm, “I… I am still struggling to fully trust you. Alone.” He ducked his head a little, ears flickering. Just a bit ago he was cursing him out… his foolish Sun. If he was going to get through this without falling back into old habits- without being completely overwhelmed by his Mate’s light, he needed support. He needed to be able to turn to others too. Just as Wukong had. Just as Wukong had grown from others to be better, he needed to do the same.

He also needed to ensure whatever progress Wukong had gained that he didn’t lose. Macaque knew better then anyone what loss and fear did to one’s mind. Made you different. Made you the worst version of himself

He had been the worst version for a while.

…no wonder Wukong did away with him.

“I… I’m scared to be alone with you.” Macaque choked.

The King slouched, eyes wide and vulnerable. A look Macaque was always so weak to, biting his tongue to not take back his words. Slowly Wukong lowered his hands, balling them into fists. Hunched back, his expression was rigid, he exhaled shakily. It felt so- unreal Mihou was here. Willing to talk to him. Willing to try.

He too should be willing to do anything his Moon wanted in thanks.

As redemption.

To ensure his Moon never felt afraid to be with him.

. “I…” and sighed, nodding, “Okay,” he resigned. “Who exactly do you suggest?” He didn’t exactly have a lot of friends knowledgeable about this sort of stuff.

….He didn’t have a lot of friends anymore period.

Macaque considered that. Many flashed in his mind, but not all immediately struck him as people who could help.

Perhaps his sworn sister, Princess Iron Fan? She had many connections- one might be useful.

Yellow Tusk the wise, as the name implies, had a bounty of wisdom at his disposal. Of course he hadn’t seen him since just a little into the start of Wukong’s pilgrimage.

Perhaps Chang’e? An old friend that had seen many strange phenomena in her lifetime? The only issue was getting to her.

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Hi. Hope you're having a good day or afternoon or evening and staying safe. I just wanted to ask if I can request a Simon Lewis imagine please? There's not many stories of him and he's pretty underrated. So I'd like to request where Simon's dreaming of him and y/n are lying in bed together talking then she puts her index finger to Simon's lips to quiet him as she shushes him.

Simon suddenly slightly smiles then y/n moves towards him while she starts to slightly smile then they start having this passionate heated make out session but then, they hear Camille's laughter. Now, they're in shock. They stop kissing then look at her. She looks at them then tells Simon of how she wants him to kill her and know how he's been craving her blood but he keeps resisting because he doesn't want to hurt her.

Meanwhile, y/n tells Camille to get out and leave them alone but Simon starts to freak out. Knowing that she's right and he's now trying to keep in control of himself. Y/n sees this then tries to calm him down but Simon suddenly pins y/n down on the bed while he now bares his fangs and hisses at her. Y/n looks at him with a shocked expression and pleads with him and tries to get him off her but she can't. He suddenly bites her in the neck while she screams then he feeds on her until she gets weaker and weaker then her eyes close.

Then, that's when Simon wakes up. He jolts upright in bed while breathing heavily then y/n wakes up and sees him like this then she starts to comfort him with the prompt of 9. Shhh it's ok, it was a bad dream your safe. He looks at her while he's breathing heavily still but starts to calm down as he looks at her and nods then she asks him if he wants to tell her about it but he shakes his head no and she nods then they begin to lay down on his bed again but Simon's in y/n's arms. She comforts him then starts to stroke his hair and kisses his hair too.

Simon now fully calms down as he listens to the sound of y/n's heartbeat then he falls back asleep. Y/n sees this then she kisses his hair and tells him she loves him then tells him 4. Shhh your safe now, Simon. She falls back asleep with Simon in her arms. That's it. Thank you. 😊😊😊😊

Simon Lewis- Just A Dream

Sorry this took so long for me to write, I hope its ok.

From day one Simon was intrigued by YN, her laugh, her smile, her smell. He was intoxicated by her and knew from the moment that he met her he would do everything in his power to keep her safe. For YN it was very similar, there was just something about him that made YN come back for more dates. When Simon told YN that he was a vampire, she of course thought he was joking at first, but when she realised he was being serious she felt confused and scared, but then realised if he was going her hurt her he would have done it by now. Now they often spend their evenings together tangled up in each other’s arms.

Recently Simon has been having nightmares, due to the fear Camille is going to come back and kill him.

“I love you” Simon says while he and YN are making out “love you so much”

“Will you shut up and just kiss me?” YN groans making Simon smile. He leans down again to kiss YN when they both hear laughing. Looking up they see Camille smiling wickedly at them

“What are you doing here?” Simon asks frowning

“I’m here to help you. Give in to those urges, taste her blood”

“Get out!” YN huffs

“Go on Simon, I know you want to, you’ve been craving her blood”

“Simon get her to leave… Simon…” YNs voice only gets smaller when she faces her boyfriend who’s now baring his fangs at her. He’s got a wild look in his eyes, one YN hasn’t seen before “Simon”

“She’s right”

“No. No Simon this isn’t you” YN frantically says

“Oh silly naive YN. Don’t you understand? Simon has been holding back, scared to hurt you, but now he doesn’t have to hurt himself anymore. He can finally let go”

“Simon, please” YN pleads but Simon launches himself at his girlfriend, sinking his teeth in her neck. Camille encouraging Simon to keep going even when YN’s eyes start to droop and she becomes weaker and weaker.

Waking up with a start Simon sits up with a panic

“Simon?” YN groans rubbing her eyes. Simon looks down at his girlfriend who then becomes fully awake now seeing the panic all over his face “what happened?”

“Camille. She was in here, she…you….”

“Ok ok shhhh it’s ok, it was a bad dream your safe. Come here” YN opens her arms out to her boyfriend. Simon immediately lays down on YN’s chest listening to her heartbeat. He soon calms down while YN strokes his hair “you wanna talk about it?” Simon shakes his head

“Not now”

“Ok” YN kisses Simon on the top of his head as he falls back asleep “your safe now” she kisses his head once again before falling back asleep herself.

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between the lines | chapter 08 (finale)

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

synopsis: isabella is a sports journalist covering the premier league. she has sworn to never get involved with a football player. that is, until she meets a handsome portuguese defender. warnings: incorrect journalism references; timeline of events are not faithful to real life; i have never been to england; mutual pining; romantic comedy;  minors dni.

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Chapter 08 — Shooting and Finishing

Days went by smoothly. I tried to spend as much time as possible minding other people's business and concentrating on other people's drama. Hours daily doom scrolling social media. It worked as expected and I managed to stay distracted.

Until I got a promotion at work. Yesterday.

It was the most ordinary day possible at the office, the monotonous hum of the air conditioning filling the room as I sat at my desk, the low voices of my coworkers talking nonsense to each other, somebody somewhere in the office opening a snack thinking no one would notice… The usual. 

And then my phone buzzed. I glanced down at the screen to see a text from my boss, Mr. Evans.

‘Can you meet me in the media room in five minutes?’

My heart pounded as I read the message. I always hated meetings with the boss, they were never ever good news. I headed towards the media room, my footsteps echoing in the otherwise silent corridor, my legs shaking.

When I entered, Mr. Evans was already sitting down, his expression a mix of anticipation and confidence. He gestured for me to take a seat, and I nervously obliged, my palms beginning to sweat.

"Isabella," he began, his voice steady, "I've been observing your dedication and hard work over the past months."

I nodded, my anxiety building with each passing second.

"I believe you're ready for a new challenge," he continued. "I want to offer you a promotion, a better role, with increased responsibilities."

My mind whirled, a thousand thoughts colliding. The promotion was everything I had hoped for, but it was also the very thing I had been avoiding. It meant stepping out of my comfort zone and facing the unknown.

I agreed anyway, and didn't even have to think twice. I just nodded and thanked him. I could feel my legs trembling beneath the table, as if they were on the verge of betraying me. My voice quivered as I responded, "I... I appreciate the offer, Mr. Evans."

He gave me an encouraging nod, his eyes unwavering. He could tell how nervous and like a kind and caring mentor Mr. Evans smiled, a reassuring gesture. "Isabella, fear is a natural part of growth. It means you're stepping into uncharted territory, and that's where true progress lies."

I couldn’t escape reality after that. No amount of idiotic insta posts could keep my thoughts away from the inevitable: I want Rúben. I want to talk to him everyday. I want him in my life. I want to be a part of his life.

So, even scared, even with my legs shaking and heart pounding and all of that. I called him.

‘I have an answer for you’, I wanted to say. Instead, I said:

“I just got a promotion!”

“Isa, congratulations! That 's amazing.” I could hear his smile through the phone, he did not question my phone call and sounded genuinely happy for him. The desire to hug him flooded me.

“Well, you see… I actually got scared when I first heard about it. It seems like a lot of responsibility.” I was twirling my hair fighting the urge to bite my nails.

“What? You think so?” He seemed so worried I almost laughed, but I had a point to make and he needed to know.

“I have commitment issues.” I say loud and clear.

He takes a moment to answer, unsure.

“Are you still talking about the job?”

I shake my head, uselessly, since he can't see me.

“I lost both of my parents when I was too young to know how to deal with it and I never had a serious relationship before.” 

I can hear him sighing over the phone and I use the moment to take a deep breath and proceed. I decide to tell him all at once, before I have the chance to lose courage again.

“I realized something about myself this past week.” I continue. “I tend to focus too much on what’s right in front of me, instead of considering the whole picture. I worry too much about the small emergencies life throws at me and forget about what’s really important.”

“Am I a small emergency?” He interfered, confused.

“No, you’re the important part. You’re the house.”

I make gestures as if he could see me, trying to make him understand.

“The house?” Rúben laughs.

“Yeah… Shit, I kind of ruined the speech, there was a part about a house and leaks and…”

“Isa, are you home?” “Yes–” “Give me fifteen minutes.”

Twenty minutes later and he was towering over my front door wearing a hoodie and rosy cheeks, he looked like he came running to see me. I felt in the moment that I was allowed to hold him as hard as I’ve missed him, so I did.

Rúben held me back and I felt a soft kiss on my neck. He then held my face, making me look him in the eye.

“Is this your answer?” He searched for any sign of doubt in me, but there wasn't any.

“Yes. Yes, I’m not running away again, I promis–” and he kissed me. Before I could finish my sentence he closed the apartment door and still holding me tight, he guided me inside.

“I missed this so much.” His voice was rough, his lips still touching mine as he spoke, going in for another kiss. Rúben was hungry and I shared the same feeling. “I missed you.” He spoke, this time properly looking at me.

“I missed you too.” I told him with a smile, feeling so happy and grateful for his reaction.

He smiled even brighter at my words, looking suddenly relieved. His hands were firm in my waist then, pulling me as close as possible to him.

“Now come here, we have to make up for the lost time.”

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FIC REC WEEK 44 – HORROR

SERIES: Spooky Stony by jacobby

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 11,538 Tags: Supernatural Elements, Parenthood, Murder

Summary: A series of spooky stevetony stories. Each fic is contained within its own universe unless otherwise stated.

Reasons why I love it: All of these stories are equally gripping, well-written and terrifying. jacobby also blessed us with some truly excellent art in the last fic, and it genuinely sent chills down my spine. If you're looking for some excellent scares during spooky season, you've definitely come to the right place.

This series consists of:

the drive back home

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 8,395 Tags: Angst, Time Loop, Superfamily

Summary: "Regrets and urges. The pros and cons. To check the time or to accept another can of root beer. Tony feels a push and pull in all different directions. He has been dancing over this fragile atmosphere for the better part of a year now. Walls close in on him whenever he’s inside, but the moment he steps out for some fresh air, he feels naked, too vulnerable." -- Tony Stark is tired, but he's not about to admit that. His husband won't look at him. His son won't speak to him. So on the drive home from Clint's farm, he is forced to face his demons by a road that never ends.

Reasons why I love it: I swear to god, this fic had me biting my nails the entire time I read it, wondering what was going to happen. The tension is so good, and I really love how ugly and real the problems between Steve and Tony are. Poor Peter gets the worst end of the stick though. This fic is amazing and haunting, and you should definitely read it.

so about the cult that lives in your attic

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 2,881 Tags: Dark Comedy, No Powers AU, Parent Tony

Summary: There's a cult in Tony's attic. His son doesn't believe him.

Reasons why I love it: Okay, the formatting in this? Perfection. It's so cool and effective that it literally gave me goosebumps. Especially those big letters at the end, just – chills. Chills down my fucking spine. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, it's the perfect mix of comedy and horror!

of the wild

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 262 Tags: Demons, Murder, Art

Summary: Tony feels the hand caress his cheek, its long fingernails barely digging into his skin. Gentle, he thinks; the hand is so gentle. Gentler than his father's, more present than his mother's. It leaves a trail of ice and frost, the cool sensation dissipating as quickly as it appears.

Reasons why I love it: When I tell you that the look on Tony's face in this drawing followed me all the way into my nightmares, I am one hundred percent serious. And the accompanying drabble makes it all even more terrifying. This whole thing is sinister as fuck, and I love it to bits, so I really hope you check it out!

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wooooaaahhhh 🤐

TPOL!JK

you’re examining jungkook to see if he’s being serious or not because while your what-ifs were hypothetical, you have a feeling that he isn’t being so hypothetical with his what-if scenario on whether you’d still love him or not.

he asks you if you’d still love him if he ever killed somebody and the moment those words come out of his mouth, your heart stops. this can’t be the same jungkook who was being vulnerable with your earlier and talking about his father.

sure, you dislike some people but you’d never result in harming that said person. well, except that bitch who tried to take your man but nothing detrimental. this however is a different ballgame here.

from the look in jungkook’s eyes, he looks crazed and it has your visibly shook. you’re wondering if he ever…“if you think I have killed someone, please do not fret, because I haven’t but sometimes I have the urge to kill some people….”

wow, that makes you feel so much better. you’re unsure about what to say because there’s no way in hell you’d love a killer but what about the man in front of you? does he really have the potential to hurt someone? he does…

“kook” you begin a little nervous but you don’t know what to say afterwards and jungkook is enjoying the sight of the cogs turning in your head about his direct statement. he’s sure you’re nervous and a little shaken up yet you’re still beautiful. and he still wants his answer.

“Would you still love me?” He sighs. “because I know I would love you in every single way, even if you killed someone.”

“b-but i’d never do that and i hope you never would either” you fire back with a worried look and jungkook begins rubbing his hands up and down your back, coaxing you for an answer. “i……i’d still love you” you admit and he smirks when he hears the whisper you let out but what about hiding the body? would you help him with that too?

“i—“ you’re interrupted by someone knocking at the door and you don’t hesitate to get up and hurry to the door with your robe on. thanking GOD that he interrupted the conversation the two of you were having because you were scared to see his reaction when you told him no.

you open the door and a delivery man tells you that the bouquet is for you. you take the flowers and smell them until you discover a small note.

“you bought flowers?” you announce to jungkook but when you read the letter you realize he wasn’t the one that bought them:

“congratulations, y/n. you erased yet another mistake my son has made. i hope you both last as long as these flowers which i’m sure won’t be long. tell my son i love him very much”

later jungkook comes from the bedroom and sees you reading the note and says…

Jungkook walks over to you because he wasn’t sure if you’d ordered something but he was feeling pretty hungry, maybe you got takeout.

He creeps up behind you and his smile falters as soon as he sees a large bouquet of flowers in your hands, his eyes darken as soon as he recognizes the brand tag.

“Yn what is this?!!” He says, his eyebrows furrowed as he bites the inside of his cheek, you turn towards him and you’ve got a note in your hands.

“Woah…” he snatches it from your hands because you resist giving it to him, Jungkook glares as he reads the note, the paper crumbling beneath his grip as he stares at it.

motherfucker!

He immediately throws the paper away and takes the flower bouquet from you before you can say anything and he tosses it into the bin.

“OH MY GOD IM GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD!” He’s seeing red. He storms off to your shared bedroom and starts to search for something in his nightstand drawer.

He smirks as he finally takes it out. And he stares at the gun in his hand.

“And now I’m going to erase a mistake that I should’ve a long time ago, dear father.”

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Imagine Beat in heat. Like, he’s desperate to get off, and can’t stop thinking about you. By the time you get to him, he’s so lost in the sauce. Like, grabbing into your thighs while growling and breathing heavily into your ear, and you can feel his thick cock rubbing against your inner thighs, feeling it throb…

Him turning into a monster in bed, unable to control his urges as he rips your clothes off, locking you into a mating press determined to fill you with his pent up loads over and over, not caring about the mess he’s making. He can’t even make out any words as he’s completely overtaken by his animalistic thoughts, just needing to breed,,,, even leaving bite marks in your flesh so that everyone knows you’re his (though once he’s back in his right mind, he feels bad about this)

Afterwards he’s completely exhausted and passed out, while you’re probably just as tired and covered in drool and thick cum….

(You got any hcs for his heat-)

92DB83BFI3 I am,, being murdered with all these ideas I- 🥺😩 men,,,. Teeechnically not taking requests buuut,, my mutual,, here's a variety of hcs for Beat! (Under the cut bc its a little long and spicy) Also!! Tfw you try to write smut but end up with a serious fic 😔

Whilst in heat, he's extremely needy. He'll hold his partner in his arms, spending the day either cuddling or getting busy with them. He would certainly leave numerous lovebites and marks across his lover's body, making sure that everyone knows that they're taken. After all, he's not much for sharing when in heat.

Despite his tough outer image, Beat has a few insecurities. One major one is that he worries that his rugged appearance would scare people away, making it difficult for him to fully open up around people. However, with the support of his partner, he's slowly working through it.

Even though he goes through numerous serious situations, Beat knows how to let loose, teasing his partner and even getting drunk on some nights with friends. Though, when he does end up drunk, he'll lead his lover some place quiet and rough them up a bit with his cock.

Although his line of work can be unconventional and dangerous (the perks of being in a gang), he always makes time for his partner's needs and or concerns. He's an excellent listener, and is very willing to offer a hand in anything where he can. Sometimes, though, words aren't enough to calm his partner and he'll have to help via the 'sword' in his pants.

Beat often finds comfort in simply cuddling with his partner when the day is over, scattering kisses along their body and quietly telling them about his day. If he's in the mood, though, and his day wasn't too shit, then his partner maaay feel a little 'poke' against their back.

If sex goes on long enough, he'll become very animalistic and wild, drooling and gripping his hands firmly across his partner's already abused flesh.

Beat has the ability to purr when content. It'll slip out sometimes, and he'd get embarrassed, though he manages to only purr around his friends and his lover.

He takes pride in his physical strength and athleticism. He often uses his impressive physique to his advantage, both in fights and when engaging in more... intimate activities. He also likes to simply show off, too, flexing his strong muscles.

If he notices that his lover is dealing with someone they dislike, then he isn't afraid to use his intimidating figure to, well, intimidate them away. If they don't leave right away, though, he also isn't afraid to use his fists. When it comes to the comfort of his lover, words aren't often used.

During sex, he can be quite handsy. Groping, rubbing, massaging- all of the above and more is used while with his partner. He has left bruises before on his lover, and he'll sometimes feel bad about it if they show obvious signs of discomfort.

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Mammon NSFW Alphabet

Warning: As the title says, this is nsfw! So it's 18+!! MDNI!!

Hey guys!! I'm not dead I swear! I've just been REALLY busy with dealing with my mental health and family and all that jazz. But here's this as a little treat? I dunno. I hope you enjoy! I'm sorry I'm not posting too often </3 but thank you for being patient!

A: Aftercare (What are they like afterwards?)

Mammon tends to be very clingy. He doesn't do the extra mile with the glass of water or sometimes even cleaning up because he just gets too tired or lazy.

B: Body (What's the favorite body part or parts of their partner's? What is their partner's favorite body part or parts of theirs?)

His favorite body part of yours would probably be your thighs. He's such a thigh man and constantly has the urge to stare at them. He also really likes your hands because most of the time they're either gripping at his hair/back/etc and it just makes him go feral.

C: Cum (What do they do with it?)

He tends to be very messy sometimes with it, but he kind of likes it that way. Though there are some days when he just has the overwhelming need to fill you up and claim you as his both inside and out. He does this with consent of course.

D: Dirty Secret (What's their dirty secret, if they have one?)

He really wants to fuck you in his demon form. Which sounds really cliche but he's so scared of hurting you that he hasn't done so yet. Even if you're not human, he's the second most powerful of him and his brothers - Lucifer being the first.

Also really likes to call you during the worst times while he's jacking off. He whines into the phone to come home or go to his room and help him.

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

Considering he's the second oldest, he's had his fair share of partners as well as a few hookups here and there. So yeah he knows what he's doing and he's really good at it. 

F: Favorite Position (What's their favorite position?)

He's a switch. So he likes it when you ride him or regular old missionary. He likes to see your face but he's not opposed to stuff like doggy style.

G: Goofy (Are they more serious or humorous during sex?)

When he's angry or jealous he's more serious but most of the time he tends to be a bit more goofy, since his tsundere side kicks in a lot. 

H: Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

He's a model so he's pretty well groomed for when he sometimes takes nude photoshoots. He's got a bit of a frosty white going on like his hair as well.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they during the moment?)

He doesn't make it too romantic. More of a heat of the moment thing but the aftercare tends to be more romantic and loving. 

J: Jack Off (How often do they jack off? Do they do it at all?)

Yes he does and he does it when he's especially feeling needy and doesn't want to bother you or physically can't. Otherwise, he's with you.

K: Kink (How many kinks do they have?)

Where to begin. Biting, praise, dirty talk, face sitting, THIGH RIDING, the list goes on. But they're more stereotypical and more common kinks. He's a bit more tame compared to Asmo or Lucifer.

L: Location (What are their favorite locations?)

His pool table and his car. Enough said.

M: Motivation (What turns them on?)

You wearing anything to get a rise out of him or if you whisper in his ear seductively. He's one to get flustered easily so it doesn't take much to turn him on.

N: No (What are their turn offs?)

Degradation, humiliation, etc. He deals enough of that from his brothers. He doesn't need it from you or want to do it to you. Also he is very weary about bondage, specifically thick ropes because he's strung from the ceiling a lot. If you get Shibari or something else as a substitute then he'll probably try it out.

O: Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving? How good are they at it?)

He doesn't mind receiving but he prefers giving. He likes it when you pull his hair and tell him how good he's doing. He's a bit messy with it but that's exactly his intention. Aside from Beel, he's a god at giving head- I rest my case.

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough or do they like to be more slow and sensual?)

Tends to be more fast and rough but every once and while he will do slow sex if he's tired or especially needs the intimacy. 

Q: Quickie (What do they think about quickies?)

You guys end up doing these a bit more than normal because he gets horny at the worst times.

R: Risk (Do they like to experiment and take risks?)

Definitely willing because he's a risk-taker, plus things like public sex really gets him going for some reason.

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

He can go a few rounds more than the average person. So I guess 4-6? He doesn't have as much as Asmodeus though. Mammon is about average with his time frame for each round. Unless you bring orgasm control into play.

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Yes he uses them. They make things fun! Mainly likes the basics like vibrators and dildos though. However if you present him with something else he'll give it a try.

U: Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

I want to say that this guy teases a LOT. Not necessarily during sex but more or less to rile you up throughout the day. Sex is pretty straightforward with him.

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Very whiny when he's on bottom but tends to let out his little growls and heavy pants and such when on top. He's not one to get loud but will if you encourage him enough. He's embarrassed about it.

W: Wild Card (List a random hc here!)

You guys totally fucked on Lucifer's desk at least once. The oldest was not happy about it at all-

X: X-Ray (What do they look like under their clothes?)

He's a good 6-7 inches? Around average, maybe more. (I dunno I don't have a dick lmao) but he's got a bit more girth than length but that's okay bc he knows how to use it.

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. So hopefully you can keep up (even if not, he respects that and gives you your space <3)

Z: Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He's a huge cuddlebug and it's very warm so he tends to fall asleep rather quickly. He's warmer body temperature wise compared to Belphegor or Leviathan so he's quick to doze off if surrounded by warmth.

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Naive (3)

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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You pick up on the lies in Wanda’s life and she decides to show you the truth.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, more hints at dom/sub because I’m a whore for demon!Wanda

A/N: I can’t believe that it’s been a month since I posted the last one 😭 I have some things planned for the next part and so on but I also kinda wanna take requests again??? idk we all know how I get overwhelmed easily with that so we’ll see what happens there. anyway tell me your thoughts on this please!

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Waking up feels like gasping for air after being trapped underwater. You aren’t sure how long you were asleep, but the mid afternoon traffic quickly alerts you of how much of the day has passed. 

Despite your head feeling like it’s made of cement, you manage to stand up, slipping off thin pajamas as you walk into the bathroom and stop at the mirror. Your skin seems tender in places and you’re a little bit startled when there isn’t a single indication of the bite marks and scratches you feel, even after rubbing your eyes a few times and turning in every direction possible. Deciding to let it go for now, you reach for the shower stall to turn on the water, detouring to the bedroom instead when you hear your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

“You didn’t save my number, did you?”

“Wanda?” You pull the phone away long enough to quickly clear your throat. “I mean hey, Wanda! What makes you think I didn’t save your number?”

“You answered like you didn’t know who was going to be on the other end.”

“Okay, you caught me,” you admit after a moment of silence. “I promise I’ll save it as soon as we hang up. Anyway, what’s up?”

“Remember that pet adoption center you pointed out to me?” You acknowledge her with a hum. “I was thinking about getting a cat…Wanna tag along?”

“Absolutely! I was just about to shower though so I can be ready in an hour or so.”

“Perfect! I’ll text you when I’m outside.”

The two of you say your goodbyes and you keep your promise of saving her number, typing in her name and hesitating on the emoji keyboard. Realizing you’d spent far too much time contemplating this, you simply save what you have and hurry back to the bathroom, something in your brain urging you to not keep her waiting.

-

Within an hour, she sends you a text in all caps and a smiley face that tells you she’s arrived, and you can’t hide the fact that you’re surprised when you come outside and she’s waiting on the passenger side of the car.

“Hey! How are you?” she greets cheerily as she approaches you with a hug, and you shiver when her hand touches your lower back. “Are you cold?”

“No, I’m okay.” You smile and thank her when she opens the door for you, attempting to collect yourself as she crosses to the driver’s side again. “I’m really happy to see you again.”

“You are?”

“Yeah,” you admit quietly as she pulls away from the curb. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“No no, I just didn’t want to assume you were enjoying our time together as much as I was.”

She places her hand over yours while she glances at you, smiling as she squeezes your fingers and thigh lightly. You feel a rush of something traveling from the places she touched to your brain, only slightly aware of the fog settling in your mind.

“Well I didn’t want to be too enthusiastic about it and scare you away if all you wanted was friendship,” you clarify, meeting her eyes when she reaches a red light.

“I suppose you’re looking for more too, then.”

“I am now.”

The light turns green and she breaks eye contact, but the little smirk that follows tells you everything you need to know. At least, you hope it does.

-

“I think he’s the cutest one we’ve seen yet,” you comment about the kitten that hasn’t looked away from Wanda since you approached his area. “He seems really drawn to you, too.”

“How did he get the name ‘Baby Satan’?” Wanda inquires with an employee, who approaches you with a chuckle.

“It’s actually Baby Stan, because we used to have an adult cat named Stan as well and needed to tell the two apart. We were going to give him a new name but decided to leave that up to his new family.”

“It says ‘Baby Satan’ though,” you cosign with Wanda, gesturing to the extra A mixed in with the magnetic letters that spell the kitten’s name.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that got there,” the employee apologizes as she reaches over to fix the sign, and you watch her freeze as Wanda touches her arm.

“Don’t be sorry. Keep it; I want to adopt him.”

“Okay, right this way,” the employee mumbles as she turns awkwardly and stumbles over to a desk, and as the two of you follow her, you look back to see Baby Satan still staring at the woman beside you.

“What was that about?” you speak up finally once you’re in the car with her new furry friend, and Wanda frowns at you while fastening her seatbelt.

“What?”

“Why did that employee react to you like that? You touched her and she started acting really weird after.”

“Oh, Kim’s fine!” she assures you as she fixes her mirror before pulling out of the parking lot. “I actually asked her about that while you were looking at scratching posts and she said I’d overstepped her boundaries and made her uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I apologized and everything’s good again.”

“She told you her name?”

“She was wearing a name tag, babe.”

Babe...that’s new. Still, the sudden nickname doesn’t completely distract you from the fact that you’re certain there was no name tag on Kim’s uniform. You’re debating with yourself about bringing this up when you notice her heading toward Lane County.

“Are you taking me to your house?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” She glances at you and over her shoulder toward Baby Satan before turning back to the road. “I figured I could introduce both of my kittens to the place they’ll be spending a lot of time in.”

Her fingers brush over your knee as “my kittens” leaves her lips, and you’re almost embarrassed when your hips involuntarily buck slightly. Noticing the small change in your behavior, she takes advantage of your head turned toward your own window and allows her instincts to continue driving while she stares at you, placing her palm on your thigh and rubbing circles on the fabric covering it that brings her closer and closer to your core.

“Home, sweet home,” Wanda announces as she pulls her wandering hand away to park the car, jumping out a second later and grabbing her furry son from the backseat. “Hey there, Baby S.”

You step out of the car in a similar fashion of pulling yourself out of a swimming pool, taking in the fresh air and trying to relax yourself as you follow her into the apartment building. The hallways reflect the quiet and clean neighborhood as you make your way into the elevator and up to the 6th floor, suddenly entering the most empty apartment you’ve ever seen.

Of course there’s furniture: a couch with a TV mounted on the nearest wall, a dining table with a set of matching chairs, a few stools placed at the island and kitchen appliances that are shiny and new. But there isn’t any personal artwork, posters, books or even just a lamp that you could tell Wanda purchased herself with one glance.

“Are you staying in an AirBNB or something?” you ask as she carefully places Baby Satan’s carrier next to the couch, and she chuckles.

“I guess technically it was one before I moved in, but I’ve been here for two years.”

“Okay...so where are your pictures?”

“What?”

“Where are your pictures?” you repeat, maintaining a steady voice despite the expression she gives you as she faces you again. “Pictures of your family, friends, you as a child?”

“If you knew my family, you’d understand why you don’t see them here.” She startles you by practically growling her words but you press further.

“Okay but you also said you love plants and we’re the only living things in here.” You step back to put more space between you while quiet shuffling noises are heard inside the carrier. “What’s really going on here?”

You can easily spot the shift in Wanda’s emotions: going from defensive, arms crossed and eyes glaring to resigned with slightly sagging shoulders and a defeated sigh.

“Fine, you got me.” She bends over to pick up the carrier again and passes you on her way to the door, stopping a few feet away. “If you’re serious about pursuing a relationship with me, then I should probably show you my real home.”

“I don’t know...”

“Come on, love.” She comes just close enough to bring your hand into hers and a tingle spreads through your body, causing you to pull away but her grip only tightens. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, and this is the only time I’ve lied.”

You find yourself being drawn closer to her, and an almost familiar feeling washes over you when her thumb begins rubbing gentle circles into your jaw. The metal on her ring is so cold it almost burns upon contact, yet you nuzzle into her more with each pass along your skin.

“Don’t you want to be good for me without being forced to your knees first?”

If the fog surrounding your consciousness wasn’t so thick, you might’ve been shocked by this side of her, so calm yet demanding you serve her. But the hand on your jaw seemed to cover every inch of your body and sink into your nervous system, forcing you to fall into her and let her lead you back to the car with a simple arm around your waist. You’re buckled into the passenger seat again and a slightly blurry grin greets you from behind the wheel seconds later.

“I can’t wait to make you mine.”

Your head falls against the car window as she drives to the edge of Lane County, and your altered vision picks up on businesses turning into isolated suburbs into grassy fields into forests. You travel along narrow, winding roads past the tallest of trees with very few spaces in between, and your hazy state of mind prevents you from panicking when Wanda turns onto a dirt path that doesn’t even seem to be safe for bicycles. The wheels bump along the forest floor until she comes to a stop just outside of a two foot dwelling, similar to a cave.

Once the two of you are out of the car again, she holds your hand with her free one until you reach the cave, instructing you to sit in front of it while she does the same. She places her palm on the door, and her rings seem to come alive as they interact with it for a few moments before it swings open and the three of you are sent flying through a tunnel. You land with a groan on the hard floor and dust yourself off as you carefully stand, any questions dying in your throat as you face Wanda again, now standing before you in her true form.

“Welcome home.”

[thecrimsonhelmet]

Robin gives him magic. Robin is brave and totally fearless and leaps into fights without hesitation. He faces threats on a nightly basis and laughs in the face of danger and certain death. But Jason doesn’t feel very brave right now, and the threats were never supposed to be in his home. The manor is supposed to be safe, not whatever the hell this is. And Jason’s only really been Robin for a few months, so sue him for maybe freaking out just a little.

He holds his breath when small fingers wrap around the panel to fix it. Swears quietly when the kid apparently realizes Jason’s in there and shouts it for all the goddamn world to hear. Fucking snitch. Jason glares as hard as he can when he finally sees the kid’s face, though the dirty look is probably undermined by the way he’s huddled in on himself as far out of reach as possible. It feels like he can barely breathe, like someone’s gone and sucked all the air out of the room. Only that can’t be the case because this kid clearly isn’t having the same problem. So, he tries to follow that stupid breathing technique Bruce showed him not that long ago, tries to keep his breaths calm and slow and even.

The kid introduces himself as Dick, which, Jason can’t help the incredulous look that flashes across his face before he schools it back into a glare. Is he serious? Do they think he’s stupid or something? This kid has to be, like, Jason’s age, or something. Maybe a tiny bit older. The real Dick is way older than that. He’s practically a grownup.

Even still, he supposes he can sort of see the resemblance. Whoever is behind this, they did a good job picking the kid out. Aside from the black hair and blue eyes, he can actually kind of see Dick’s features in the kid’s face, softened as they are by baby fat. That doesn’t mean Jason’s anywhere near believing him. He’s a good liar, very convincing, but Jason wasn’t born yesterday. Then he goes and extends his hand, holds out his pinky for a fucking pinky promise, and Jason has to resist the urge to lunge forward and bite him. Treating him like he’s a scared little kid, talking to him like Robin (not Robin, because that’s not really Dick) talks to victims—the fucking audacity of it has him trembling with barely contained outrage.

(That’s definitely what it is. Outrage. Absolutely nothing else.)

He bares his teeth threateningly, but doesn’t move any closer. “Fuck you,” he snarls. “You’re not Dick.” His is the voice of a child completely confident in their knowledge. And he pretends that voice didn’t waver just a little. Pretends to be braver than he feels as he looks past the kid to the man standing there. “And you’re not Bruce. I’m not scared—” It’s not a lie. It’s not. “—and I’m not stupid, and when the real Bruce gets back, you’re gonna be real fuckin��� sorry you tried any of this shit.”

They talk about Alfred like they know him. Like they’re familiar. Like they’re family. It makes Jason’s blood boil, while his growing panic has it freezing in his veins simultaneously. If he lets go of himself, he’s sure his hands would be shaking, so he keeps holding on tightly. “What did you do to Alfred? You made him forget. You made him— Why would— What did you do to him?” His eyes sting, but he’s not going to cry. He’s not, because crying is for babies and cats who don’t get fed on time, and Jason is neither of those things. He’s twelve, that’s far too old for crying. So, no. No, he’s going to stay strong and keep glaring and just breathe. Breathe, Jason.

He can’t—

He—

Why can’t he breathe?

There is a child hiding in his house. A child that casually walked up to Alfred like he's been here all along. Part of Bruce wonders if he was here all along -- after all the manner is large and a child could slip into places an adult couldn't. Dick, although just as confused as himself and Alfred as to how/why a random boy is in their house is eager to help find him. Alfred described the boy as being lost and scared. Dick has always had a big, selfless heart. The three of them comb through the house, room by room. It takes them hours and he's starting to think the mystery child left altogether but then...

But then Dick had called out to him. The nimble child was good at finding new areas of the house to explore, even hard to reach places like a chandelier. Dick, the little miracle maker he is managed to find their new friend. A young Dick Grayson, a boy likely only a year older than Robin!Jason, moves to fix the crooked panel in the library when he realizes that there is something, or rather someone hiding underneath. "He's in here!" the young Dick calls out to Bruce whose footsteps can be heard steadily approaching from the hall.

Dick doesn't completely remove the panel, instead letting Jason remain partially hidden behind it as he speaks to him. "It's okay, we're not going to hurt you. You're safe here. You don't have to tell me your name but I'd like it if you did. My name is Dick. It's short for Richard. It sounds like you've already met Bruce and Alfred." The doorknob of the library creaks as it turns -- Bruce is just about to enter the room. "Are you hurt? I know first aid I can help you. Or Bruce can. We can even give you something to eat after. And who knows B might even let you spend the night. The manor has the comfiest beds." Realizing he's rambling to a terrified boy, he forces himself to take a few deep breaths and allow Jason to process what he's said so far before speaking further.

"Alfred isn't very scary... Is it Bruce who scared you? B's big but he's a big softie. He won't hurt you. You're safe here," Dick adds, holding out his pinky for Jason to shake, "I pinky promise."

As Dick offers his promise Bruce enters the room and slowly approaches the two boys. "Dick's right, you're safe here. I do have a lot of questions for you but they can wait. Alfred said you took off pretty fast. Are you hurt or sick? We can help you. Or if you're more comfortable with Alfred I could have him come help you." There's an audible pause as Bruce ponders what he should say or do next. "If you're too scared to come out that's fine too. We can leave food out here and there's a bathroom across the hall." Bruce exchanges a knowing look with Dick who backs away from Jason to stand a few feet away alongside Bruce.

"I'm Bruce. It seems like you've already met Alfred and Dick. What's your name?" his voice is quiet and soft, as if he's trying to coax a scared, abandoned kitten out of a box.

[heresathreebee]

The One Where She Got A Dog

Yelena Belova X Reader

Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2

Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic

AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.

Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio.  She laughed when you said you were too. 

Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer. 

"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica. 

"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked. 

You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?" 

"There." She points at the screen. 

"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?" 

Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest). 

She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question. 

"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean." 

You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas." 

You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here. 

"No timer?," she asked. 

"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart." 

Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?" 

"Something like that." 

The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better. 

But she can't know. 

"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze. 

Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…

There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her. 

But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you. 

"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…" 

Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but… 

"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that." 

Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair." 

You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo" 

"What was that?" 

You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…" 

Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too." 

The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before. 

"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?" 

"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier–  looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too." 

Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?" 

You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them." 

As you finished your sentence you reached for the door,  but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over. 

The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart. 

"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her–  that is how eerily quiet it is. 

Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then." 

Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?" 

"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here–  just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too." 

Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!" 

Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch." 

Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them." 

They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.  

"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective." 

Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light. 

Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip. 

"So cute…" 

You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence. 

"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice." 

You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry." 

You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually." 

The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair. 

"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup. 

"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…" 

You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house. 

"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.  

Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down. 

You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?" 

Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was." 

The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes. 

You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?" 

"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…" 

"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything." 

~

Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep. 

You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home. 

The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before. 

"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place. 

[voiceless-terror]

#6 for the kiss prompts?

this was an ‘im sorry’ kiss, and i picked jonmartin! some safehouse fic cause we can’t stay away from it, apparently. this begins a little angsty but ends on an entirely fluffy note.

Three days in, Jon gets hungry.

He tries to hide it, but Martin knows the signs. As much as he professed to stay away from Jon over the last year, he still spent his fair share of time in the Archives, looking for statements and keeping an eye out. Jon would pace the halls, attempt conversation with Basira or Melanie only to be shot down, scratch at his arms and bite his nails. Martin wanted nothing more than to usher him to his seat, fix him a cup of tea and hand him a statement but he never did, of course, fleeing the basement whenever the impulse got too strong. 

The past three days at Daisy’s cottage have been like some sort of waking dream, each of them tiptoeing around the other, pretending Jon didn’t sleep on his shoulder the train ride up, pretending Martin didn’t hold his hand the entire way. Jon rambles about everything but the institute, shooting him shy smiles and lingering in the doorway before he leaves a room. Martin makes them tea and goes through the cupboards, telling Jon of any interesting finds. They’ve spent more time together these last couple of days than they have in the past two years. But they haven’t talked about….them. This, whatever it is that they’re doing. They’re living together, but acknowledgment of the situation would disturb the delicate peace they’ve made, and Martin’s not in a place to take any sort of rejection, perceived or otherwise. 

So when Jon shuts the door to the bedroom that afternoon, Martin’s naturally worried. He woke up bleary-eyed and irritable, barely touching his toast and speaking in short, clipped tones. Martin’s mind automatically goes through every action from the past few days, searching for something he’d done wrong, something he’d said, when he noticed Jon’s hands itched at the sleeve of his jumper. His eyes looked somewhere past Martin, as if struggling to focus. 

He needs a statement.

So Martin stamped down the urge to nervously chatter and instead remained silent, watching as Jon mumbled something unintelligible and rose from his seat, retreating to the bedroom. He’ll come out when he’s ready, Martin reassures himself, moving to clear the table. He doesn’t hear the murmurings of a statement just yet, but still, he doesn’t want to bother him. Maybe he’s trying to hold off. They hadn’t brought many statements with them in their rush to leave the institute. Jon’s been so reluctant to speak of such things, and Martin doesn’t want to push. 

But then it’s past noon and Martin’s starting to get hungry- Jon must be, too, since he barely touched his breakfast. He knows Jon has other, more pressing hungers to deal with, and he’s not going to fault him for it, but he’d still rather he eat three meals a day. He has to keep his strength up, and maybe a bit of company would help distract him.

So he knocks on the door, despite his trepidation. “Jon? I’m going to fix lunch, did you want anything?” No answer. He opens the door a crack, more out of worry than anything, and peers into the dark room. “Jon?”

Jon’s in front of the bed, the satchel of statements emptied beside him and papers strewn across the floor. His eyes scan the pages in his hand hungrily, as if searching for his next meal. That’s what he’s doing and he doesn’t want you to see this, his mind helpfully supplies and yet still he speaks, he can’t help it.

“Jon, I was just going to-”

“Not hungry.” The words are startlingly severe, and Jon doesn’t even raise his eyes from the page. Martin bristles.

“Alright, but you should really-”

This time he does look up, and the glare leveled at him is surprisingly reminiscent of earlier days in the archives, when Martin would interrupt a statement or exist near him a little too loudly. “I said I’m not hungry.”

Time to go. “Fine.” Irritation drips into the word and he takes a step back from the doorway.

“Close the door.” He does. Slams it, actually. He’s not hungry anymore.  For the first time the house feels big and empty, despite the cozy quarters. 

He grabs his coat from the couch, deciding to go for a walk. It’s not as temperate a day as it could’ve been- it’s getting colder, and the two sunny days they had beforehand seem now more miraculous than a regular occurrence. He wanders aimlessly in the fields, not willing to commit to the hour walk to the village, and too moody to visit the cows he knows are only a mile off.  As much as he wants to lose himself in solitude, he resists. Back with Peter, he would hold on to every perceived slight and tell himself it’s better this way. Without people. That way, you can’t get hurt. It numbed the loss, and it’s so, so tempting to fall back on. But the voice that urged him to take Jon’s hand is louder now, and it tells him this will pass. Jon’s not truly angry with him, he doesn’t have to stay away. It’s this voice he listens to now.

It helps that his feet kind of hurt, too. 

By the time that he comes back, it’s starting to drizzle. He shakes out his coat and hangs it on the back of a chair, heading towards the kitchen to put the kettle on. The door’s still closed, but he can hear no noise behind it. He loses himself in the routine motions of making tea, humming under his breath. He’s so wrapped up in his task that he doesn’t hear the door creak open or register Jon’s presence until he turns around and finds the man within a foot of him.

“Christ Jon!” He yelps, the mug in his hand just barely remaining steady. “You scared me-”

“I wanted to apologize.” The words sound almost grave, and Jon’s gazing up at him an intense look of contrition. He looks better, the circles under his eyes slightly faded and his face not quite so gaunt. He’s eaten, then. “For...hiding away like that, and snapping at you. I shouldn’t have done that.” He fidgets on his feet for a moment before moving even closer, directly into Martin’s space. Jon has to crane his neck to look up at him, and still maintains that intense eye contact. “I’m sorry.” Martin’s heart is hammering in his chest and he watches, eyes wide, as Jon awkwardly gets on his toes and leans forward, putting his hand on Martin’s chest to balance himself. Not without some strain, he reaches up and kisses him.

It’s a tiny, dry peck on the cheek, lingering just too long as Jon struggles to maintain his balance. He falls back on his feet and looks up at Martin anxiously.  Martin, who’s still holding a cup of tea in one hand and a spoon in the other. Jonathan Sims kissed him. 

“W-Was that alright?” he asks, a squeak to his voice in stark contrast to the deep gravity of the words before. Jonathan Sims kissed him and has now asked if it was alright. 

Martin blinks owlishly. “Y-Yes? I mean, yes. That was fine. And, uh, apology accepted. Yes.”

They stare at each other for a few moments before Martin comes to his senses, gesturing to the cup in his hand. “Tea?”

Jon takes a few steps back, an unreadable expression on his face as he wobbles into a kitchen chair. “Um, yes, please.”

That exchange taken care of, Martin makes him a cup and sits down across from him. Jon’s now refusing to meet his eyes, cheeks red as he stares into his cup of tea like it holds the answers to the universe. Martin can still feel the burn of the hand on his chest, the soft pressure of Jon’s lips on his cheek. He wonders if it was a one time thing. The irrational part of him thinks it's just how Jon apologizes. You know it’s not, the more rational part says. But neither part seems to be controlling his mouth as he starts to speak.

“Next time I’ll bend down.” He stares at the table, willing himself to shut up as he outwardly takes a calm sip of his tea.

“W-What?”

“Should you, uh, feel the need to do that...again. I’ll make it easier on you.” He taps at his cheek and hazards a glance at Jon, who’s gone rigid in his seat. He’s staring at Martin uncomprehendingly, though there’s the hint of a smile on his lips.

“T-That would be very, er, appreciated,” Jon replies in a strange, businesslike fashion. “Should I feel the need.”

Martin nods, his heart going into overdrive. They both take a sip of their tea. 

“And if you-” Jon continues, face going even redder. “If you ever felt the need yourself, I could-” He tilts his head and shoulders up awkwardly in a weird little pantomime, as if leaning up to an invisible kiss. “-make it easier too?”

Martin lets out a strangled little sound. “Yeah. That, uh, sounds good.”

“Good.”

They finish their tea in silence. Jon looks away every time Martin attempts to make eye contact, and the hint of a smile has turned into a full-blown grin, though it's leveled at the table instead of him. Ridiculous, planning the logistics of their kisses like they don’t sleep in the same bed and wake up entangled. They’ve got a lot of things to talk about and work on, some more serious than others. But for now, should Martin feel the need, he can clear the dishes from the table and kiss Jon on the forehead before he walks them to the sink.  

And he does just that.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30882518

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flirting isn't new to salem, often times flirting is how she got the things she wanted just by flashing a charming smile and batting her eye lashes, even despite the fact she had never been truly interested in those she caught in her web. this was different and almost unexplainable because the tension in the air between them made it harder to breathe, her chest pounding in place of where her alleged heart was. often salem treated flirting like a game but with leo it all felt so serious and intense, she saw heaven in his eyes and it was a place she wanted to go and for once feel a way shes never felt before. she can tell his eyes are on her too, looking at her cleavage as if he had the right to do so. salem was never an insecure person when it came to the way she looked, some might say she was even a little cocky which to some people is a bit of a turn off but why deny what she is just to make others more comfortable with their lack of self worth? she liked the way she looked and even more so she liked the way leo was looking at her, sure it was his job to flirt but it wasn't his job to stare at her with such a look in his eyes that told her she could make him hers.

there's a soft chuckle leaving her at his teasing, right brow arching at his confidence as arms fold over her chest for a moment. "and what is your place exactly?" she teases back, curious to know what he might say but before that she giggles again but this time has to capture it by biting down on her lower lip and looking up at him for a moment. it's wrong really, she's here to celebrate the coming of marriage or whatever the fuck was the point of these parties which seemed a little ridiculous now that she thinks about it, it always seemed like an excuse to put your relationship to the test this way and honestly salem really had no interest in staying loyal to her precious fiancé, in fact she'd much rather see theo dead on the ground and as for the red haired beauty in front of her....she wouldn't mind seeing what was under that piece of fabric, having him spread out on her kuromi bedset and seeing what kind of faces he makes when she goes down on him. "are you trying to make me feel special pretty boy?" she purrs, hand coming up to trace her finger against his chest, he did say she could touch him after all...as eyes flicker down to the bulge in his pants for a moment. "careful leo, your not-so little girlfriend might get jealous of me playing with you." referring to crepy tammy she chuckles a little, stepping back so she can make eye contact with him again.

"you really shouldn't say stuff like that...how do I know you'd be able to handle 'anything I'd like?' hmm? when I get what I want I tend to be a little bit persistent to put it nicely. " truth be told she can already feel the obsession coming on, it's kind of disorienting, like taking a drug...he was dangerous which made her dangerous because she didn't like to share and she also didn't like the idea of this only being a one time thing. she's a bit scared of herself knowing if she gives into her urges she might not be able to let them go as easily, the desire to kill a woman he didn't even want was bad enough but what would she do with the rest of the people here who might look at him and decide they wanted him too? "who said I wanted you only one time? like I said you're too pretty not to be worshiped."

she smiles however when he confirms she's the only one he's ever been this attracted to, bluntly telling her that he's even hard inside his thongs just by looking at her. "so what you're saying is you're all mine?" she says teasingly. "because you just might be the most special boy I've ever laid eyes on."

no one has ever had this kind of effect on her, she's never been shy before or blushed at something someone said, the feeling is so strange on her cheeks because of how excited she was just from the thought of being alone with him. it's worse then he's whispering in her ear. "that's a shame, I think we could make really pretty videos together..." she teases back, humming softly with a smile. "and are you going to give me everything I want?" was this club flirting or was he serious? for a second she's actually not sure because what if she told him she wanted him? what would he do?

it's for that moment that she even forgets why she's here and that theo even exists until leo speaks up again, taking her hand which fits perfectly in hers as her fingers interlock with his and guiding her away from the rest of her party. she only glances back for a moment to check on her friends, making eye contact with pansy who is already looking back at her with a smirk as if she's very much aware of what's about to happen, silently cheering salem on. they walk through the crowd, lights almost blinding as shadows of bodies move and loud music makes it hard to hear the chatter, all to cover up what a shit hole the place probably really was. he takes her to one of the private rooms and closes the door behind them, it's a little quieter in here and she finally has him away from the rest of the world, just the way things should be because she hates sharing.

she sets her bag on the table before following to where he gestures her and she takes a seat on the big sofa before the taller figure is straddling over her. there's a moment she loses herself, every thought in her mind disappears as the smell of his cologne fills her space making her shiver a bit, his body is perfect, skin pale and not a flaw on it just a few pretty tattoos, he cages her in with his arms and starts to mvoe his body in a manner one could only begin to describe as pure art, making that heat between her legs feel all the more hot. it's certainly no wonder tammy wanted him so badly, which for a moment makes salem think about driving a knife through her skull but it's hard to focus on that for long because she can't pull her eyes away from the male in front of her, fingers brushing up against his chest exploring his beautiful body silently as if to drink it all in as his already hard cock brushes up against her bare stomach, it's just for a moment before he's telling her she can touch it and salem only smirks in response, lifting her face up and tilting her head back just enough that her face is just inches away from his. "darling, I don't give a shit about my fiancé...the only thing I deserve is figuring out how to make you mine." fingers glide down his skin until it's over the fabric of his tongue, coming down to brush against his tight bulge. "nobody else deserves this."

He likes listening to her talk and seeing the smile on her pretty lips, quickly realizing he wants more. She has a nice voice and she’s smart in a way he appreciates, already fun to talk to, unlike most of his clients. She’s fun to look at too, his gaze moving across her body again, staring at her cleavage and then her smooth stomach, all the way down to her curving hips. She’s a work of art; the most beautiful figure he’s ever seen, making him almost nervous. Most of his patrons weren’t hot, just older or unable to get dates. On the rare occasion he would get bachelorette parties, and sometimes those girls were a step up from what he was used to, but none of them looked as sexy as Salem did. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t forget my place,” he teases softly. “I’m here to be your whore– I’ll do anything you want. Normally my rules are my clients can touch anywhere but my cock, but for you… You can touch anywhere, or take my clothes off.” He says it in a purr, his gaze still heavy on her, especially when he notices her looking at his cock, which is becoming erect against the thin fabric. He likes that she’s staring at it and enjoying what she sees, getting satisfaction out of knowing it must turn her on. She doesn’t bother to look away, which only makes him harder, especially as she steps into his space.

It’s flattering, how she says he should be worshipped and she doesn’t think of him as her cheap whore even if he would be happy to be just that. He’s sure he would never see a woman as beautiful as she is ever again, and he could dream of more, but he knows she’s engaged. Still, maybe he’ll get lucky and she’ll fuck him him during their session. It’s not something he does for clients, but for her, he would. “Anything you’d like, pretty girl,” he agrees softly, glancing down at her. “I could worship you, or we could worship each other… I’m sure I could make you feel good one last time, before your big day.” He’s satisfied with himself that she thinks he’s pretty too and it’s not a one-sided crush.

She seems concerned that he sees other girls this beautiful, so he quickly assures her otherwise. “No… I’ve never gotten hard before on the job, and it’s just from looking at you.” He shrugs, because maybe it’s forward, but it’s not like he can hide it since the scrap of fabric covering him is stretching to show it now. “So you’re the most special girl to walk through these doors.” It makes him blush a little, that she’s already possessive of him, as if she doesn’t want any of her friends to have him. 

It’s cute how she quickly agrees to his offer, then stopping herself as if realizing as much. It makes him smirk a little, trying to read her expression. “I think we could have a lot of fun, for your big night… Our private rooms don’t have cameras,” he leans in, murmuring it against her ear before pulling back to look at her again. “And you deserve to be spoiled… Get everything you’ve ever wanted.” For some reason it seems like he means that on a deeper level, and maybe he does. He already really likes her, which only makes it sting that she’s getting married. He tries not to think about it, pushing it down to be professional.

She doesn’t seem to like the mention of her fiance, frowning as she takes a sip of her drink. She admits he doesn’t deserve her, which makes Regulus frown too. “Well, let me show you what you do deserve,” he says gently, reaching down to take her hand after she places her glass down. Who knows what that loser does to be undeserving of her and part of him doesn’t want to know, because it might make him angry when he’s trying to show her a good time. Why would anyone have her and not cherish her? 

Tugging her gently, he leads her through the crowd, the strobe lights flashing and making it difficult to see for anyone who hasn’t worked here long enough to know their way around. He leads her to his own private room without difficulty, closing the door behind them. There’s a soft red couch that’s big enough to double as a bed, and a table for any client’s belongings. He nods to the furniture, letting go of her hand. When she goes to sit down, he straddles her legs, sitting up so he’s towering above her. He moves his hips, gyrating them a little as his hands come to rest on each side of her head on the back of the couch. His erection brushes her stomach through the fabric but he keeps moving, looking down at her with heavy green eyes. “You can touch my cock, if you want… since you’re my special girl tonight. He doesn't deserve your loyalty, anyway."