#but please allow me this momentary lapse

[miscelliteeous]

How does Wes Anderson always put together such a hot cast?

Like, take me down to the Asteroid City where the grass is sand and the men are pretty.

[cambion-companion]

Infernal Cuddles

OKAY so I was cuddling with my cat last night and while he was dreaming his tail was waving around in his dream which got me thinking! haha you know exactly where I am going with this. So please indulge me in this drabble cause it is rotting my brain.

Raphael x reader (gn)

This wasn't your first visit to Raphael's home, nor even close to the first time you'd warmed his bed.

However, he had never before allowed you to fall asleep next to him.

At first you'd thought it a mistake. A momentary lapse soon to be corrected when he sent you careening back through some portal to the material plane.

Your muscles had tensed as his hand met your waist and pulled you a bit forcefully against him, his body bending around yours and his whispered words in your ear, "Don't move, little mouse. And don't stray. Those who skitter and creep these halls at night are not kind to flesh so soft as yours."

His nails dug briefly into your bare hip, his wing draping down over your flushed body like an eldritch blanket.

You were caught between fear and comfort. Anticipation mixing with the utter exhaustion only derived from being a devil's favorite plaything. Despite the trepidation, you slowly began to relax. Your weight easing back against Raphael, his hand still hot upon the dip of your waist.

Healing sleep enveloped you, your dreams betraying nothing of the hellscape you rested in, nestled in the arms of a quite literal cambion. In your subconscious you could feel the rumble of Raphael's chest as he snored, and you woke only slightly when he adjusted his position to face away from you.

Your limbs tangled in the soft sheets as you stretched, sliding to find a more comfortable place under the black silk. Your eyelashes fluttered, images of what the morning could possibly bring flitting out of thought and worry as you snuggled back down to sleep.

You felt a sharp blow to your backside. A squeak of pain left you, your eyes snapping back open with sudden alertness.

"Ouch!" You complained, massaging where you'd been struck and rolling onto your back. "Hey!"

Raphael had landed another blow, this time across the top of your thigh. You sat up, blearily squinting in his direction.

The room was dim, but you could still make out Raphael's still sleeping form with his back to you, the tip of his long tail twitching before arcing up and landing with a soft thud against the bedspread.

The long devil's tail rose once more but this time you caught it in your hand before it could smack you again. Raphael made a soft noise, the most vulnerable sound you'd heard from him. He seemed to wake, rolling over and sitting up, his tail sliding through your palm until it dropped away.

"You were dreaming." You tried to explain, a little unnerved by his silent glowing stare. "Your tail was moving."

Raphael didn't speak for a moment, taking his time to languidly stretch his limbs and wings, almost catching you in the face as he did so.

You hesitated. Then you scooted over a couple inches toward him, inexplicably seeking the warmth of his touch.

"The hazards of sleeping with a devil." Raphael's voice was husky, it sent a pleasant shiver up your spine.

He reclined on his back and extended his arm to you, his lips twitching slightly when you eagerly cozied up by his side. "Such a good little thing. Eager as a pup."

You didn't argue, not wanting to spoil the moment you'd likely never get to relive.

Raphael didn't apologize. You got the feeling he found the whole situation rather amusing. In the days and months that followed, whenever the two of you were sharing a moment of passion, his tail would often smack against your bare skin. Your answering gasp and flinch would be followed by the familiar low chuckle of your infernal lover.

[diazsdimples]

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Please ignore that I'm doing this several months late 😬

🤠 - 24 for Ranch AU!

But that did leave him with an awful lot of time on his hands. Bobby and spare time have never been great friends – the last time he was left to his own devices for more than a day, he’d ended up knee deep in planning a lavish wedding that had ultimately been chucked out the door when he and Athena realised, they really didn’t need anything more than themselves and the kids. All that to say that it isn’t really surprising that Bobby downloads the Sims 4 onto his ancient laptop and creates a full-scale version of the ranch. He gets the dimensions off the listing, and with the help of a convenient floorplan and google earth, he manages to make a rather convincing version of the home. He does up the exterior to look just like the ranch house, complete with the large veranda and the ornate trims around the spandrels, and even manages to find a tile that looks exactly like the path leading to the front door. The interior is a different matter. Bobby doesn’t love the colour scheme either, and he can’t see himself coping with an oven as miniscule as the one that comes with the home, so he allows himself a little creative licence. It’s just a video game, after all. He’s not seriously planning it out. Several hours later, Bobby sits back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. Blessedly, Athena still has a job, which means Bobby hasn’t needed to worry about her finding out his momentary lapse in sanity, but it also means he hasn’t got anyone to show off his creation to – a thought that upsets him a little more than it should, were he being normal about the whole thing. He’s fiddling around with some of the furniture in the master bedroom when the front door bursts open and a furious looking Buck stalks over his threshold, followed by a harried Eddie. “What’s going –” “Bobby, you wouldn’t believe what that man made us do!” Buck explodes as he starts pacing the kitchen. Eddie leans against the countertop, running a hand over his face. “I know you said I shouldn’t let him get to me but I can’t, he’s just so –” Buck trails off, looking over at Bobby. His eyes flicker from Bobby’s patient expression to the open laptop, still displaying the Fake Ranch. “Are we… interrupting something?” “No.” Bobby goes to shut the laptop but Buck is quicker. “Is that the Sims?” Buck asks incredulously. “Man, you must be bored, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you play video games.”

❄️ - 24 for Frostpunk AU!

“You did it,” he repeats, praying his voice won’t betray him. “You’re safe.” At his words, Eddie’s eyes shut, and his brings his hands up to his face as he lets out a deep exhale. His fingers shake as he wipes a tear from his cheek. “I didn’t think we’d – I thought -” Eddie swallows thickly. He looks around the tent, eyes wet, and his gaze falls on a familiar mop of brown curls. “Is that – is that my son? Can I see him, please?” Buck squeezes Eddie’s shoulder again, offering him a smile. “Of course.” When Buck reaches Christopher’s bed, the kid looks up at him quizzically. It’s clear that he wasn’t as blissfully unaware of his father’s event as Buck had hoped, despite the small crowd of medics around him, all intent on distracting him. “Is everything okay with Dad?” he asks Buck, without preamble. Buck crouches down to Christopher’s level and brushes a loose curl out of his eyes. “Yeah bud, everything’s okay. Better than, actually – he’s awake.” Buck holds out his hand for Christopher. “Want to come see him? He’d like to see you.” Christopher throws himself into Buck’s arms, taking him by surprise. Buck catches him around the middle and hauls him up, carrying him to Eddie’s cot. The moment Christopher sees his father, sitting upright, awake and breathing, a great sob escapes his lips. Buck lowers him into Eddie’s waiting arms and pauses, not sure what to do as he watches father embrace son. Fat tears roll down Eddie’s cheeks as he holds Christopher as tight as he can, muscles shaking after weeks of no use.

[noellawrites]

Y Tú, Mamá? Part 2 - Yandere!Lalo Salamanca x reader

part one linked here

summary: you wake up in a strange place and Lalo is the first person you see.

warnings: kidnapping, forced restraint

tags: @jaythegreat @gothams-gotchya @oceandolores @matt-lipstick @joonie7007 @mavericksicybabe

author’s note: the two year wait is finally over! sorry it’s so short. if anyone has any more ideas on how to continue this or what they’d like to see, please let me know! :)

Your evil, sadistic and wickedly smart husband had eyes on you every moment of every day.

And, in your momentary lapse of judgement, you had forgotten that. Lalo never let you out of his sight without a few of his men keeping eyes on you and his precious daughter.

After calling Saul’s girlfriend and setting up a meeting, you walked with Leticia hand-in-hand out to your car.

Before you even knew what was happening, Lalo’s men grabbed you and threw a bag over your head. The last sound you heard was Lettie screaming as your world went dark.

—

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping and children giggling. As you looked around the room, something about it was strangely familiar.

The mix of Southwestern and Mexican artwork, the patchwork quilt on the bed, even the view of the countryside outside of the window.

You looked down at the chains binding you to the bed and realized that this was Lalo’s house in Chihuahua. You were in Mexico.

“Good morning, my love,” Lalo cooed as he opened the bedroom door, a glass of water in his hand.

His unmistakable musk followed him, expensive cologne of tobacco and leather. Your body shook with fear each time he took a step closer.

“Lalo… why are we here? Where’s Lettie?”

“Lettie is fine, she’s with Abuelita and her cousins. Now, are you going to apologize?” your husband said, an edge to his tone.

He crosses his arms, raising an eyebrow as he stares at you. You try your hardest to sit up, chains rattling as your limbs move.

“You don’t understand how hard this is for me, Lalo! I haven’t been able to see my family in years and your family hates me! You treat me like a pet! I’m tired of it!”

“How hard this is for you? Mi amor, I take care of everything for you. You do not have to work. You do not slave away. You simply watch after and grow our little ones,” he stated, taking a step closer.

“I never wanted this, Lalo,” you sighed, tears building up in your eyes.

“So I should’ve left you there, frying chicken for Gustavo? Suffering, struggling to get by?” he scoffed, shaking his head at how stupid you were.

“I don’t want to argue anymore, I’m tired and I’m cramping,” you groaned, trying to adjust and allow your stomach to rest comfortably. Your child seemed to be kicking up a storm in there.

Lalo walked up to you, eyes bearing into yours, and leans in to kiss you on the lips.

“Eduardo Junior should be here soon,” he says with a smile and a gentle rub on your stomach.

“Lettie’s gonna be so excited,” you say softly, trying to crack a smile.

Giving birth to your daughter at nineteen was a traumatic experience, to say the least. Especially with the way Lalo had kept you locked up.

And now, looking down at your chains, you suspected you would be put back under strict watch, though now he had his entire family to keep watch over you.

“Are you feeling okay?” Lalo asked, forehead wrinkling in concern. Before you could respond, he sat down next to you on the bed, resting his hand on the swell of your stomach.

“Yeah, I just— Lalo, do you think you might let me see my family sometime? I want them to meet Lettie and—“

“Mi amor, your family is right here in Mexico. Now, it will be so much easier to see Abuelita, the cousins, and all our nieces and nephews,” he smiled, gently rubbing your baby bump again.

“Lalo,” you said gently, “I want to go back to New Mexico. We can’t stay here, the kids—“

“The kids will love it here. Lettie’s Spanish will improve, they can be around family. I can protect all four of us better out here, hm?”

Lalo looked at you expectantly, and you knew in that moment that you will not be returning to the United States anytime soon. Lalo, the father and husband, always had the last word.

[muiitoloko]

hii really sorry for bothering 💙

I'm kind of dying with period cramps, could I ask for a little pov with Eli where he comforts you?😭💙 I don't mean a whole fic, just like a little imagine or something, but like five lines and that's it, I really don't want to bother you 😭💙🫶🏻 I love your writing style btw 😭😭😭😭

Title: care

Summary: He takes care of you.

Pairing: Eli Michaelson × Fem! Reader

Warning: none.

Author's Notes: Hey, you're not bothering at all! I'm sorry to hear you're not feeling well. Here's a quick POV with Eli comforting you:

Eli entered the apartment, his exhaustion evident in the way he dragged his feet across the floor. But as he turned the corner into the living room, his tired demeanor quickly shifted to one of concern when he saw you curled up on the couch, a pained expression etched across your face.

"Darling, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice softening slightly as he approached you, his usual arrogance momentarily set aside.

You winced, clutching your stomach as another wave of cramps washed over you. "It's my period," you mumbled, your voice strained with discomfort, "the cramps are killing me today."

Eli's brow furrowed with empathy as he knelt beside you, his hand reaching out to gently stroke your hair. "I'm sorry, my dear," he murmured, his tone surprisingly tender, "I can only imagine how painful it must be for you."

Despite his usual pompous demeanor, there was a sincerity in Eli's voice that took you by surprise. In that moment, you saw a glimpse of the caring, compassionate side of him that he rarely showed to anyone else.

As the minutes passed, Eli remained by your side, offering words of comfort and support as you endured the worst of your menstrual pain. He fetched a heating pad and a glass of water, doing his best to ease your discomfort in any way he could.

And though he still retained traces of his usual arrogance, there was a warmth in his gestures that spoke volumes. It was as if, in caring for you, Eli was allowing himself to be vulnerable, to show a side of himself that few ever got to see.

As Eli set the heating pad gently against your lower abdomen, he couldn't help but maintain a semblance of his usual arrogance, even in the midst of his caring gestures.

"There, that should help alleviate some of the pain," he remarked, his tone still carrying a hint of superiority, "though I must say, you seem rather fragile for someone who claims to be independent."

You rolled your eyes, both amused and exasperated by his comment. "Thanks, Eli," you replied sarcastically, "I'll be sure to remember that next time I'm bench-pressing my own weight."

Eli chuckled softly at your retort, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Ah yes, your unparalleled strength never ceases to amaze me," he quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Despite his arrogant demeanor, there was a warmth in Eli's eyes as he looked at you, a flicker of genuine concern shining through his usual facade of superiority.

As you settled back against the couch, Eli rose from his kneeling position and made his way to the kitchen, his movements confident and purposeful. Moments later, he returned with a steaming cup of tea, the fragrant aroma wafting through the air.

"Here," he said, extending the cup towards you with a slight flourish, "a humble offering to soothe your delicate constitution."

You accepted the tea with a grateful smile, taking a sip and relishing in the comforting warmth that spread through your body. Despite his continued arrogance, there was a kindness in Eli's actions that you couldn't help but appreciate.

"Thank you, Eli," you said sincerely, meeting his gaze with genuine gratitude, "for taking care of me."

Eli waved off your thanks with a dismissive gesture, though the hint of a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Consider it a momentary lapse in my otherwise impeccable facade," he replied, his tone light but tinged with affection.

And as you sat together in comfortable silence, sharing the quiet intimacy of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the complex, multifaceted man beside you. Despite his flaws and imperfections, there was something undeniably captivating about Eli Michaelson, a complexity that both frustrated and fascinated you in equal measure.

[weemssapphic]

in my head (series)

Chapter Five: Distracted

Larissa Weems x f!reader

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words: ~3.4k, ao3 link

chapter-specific warnings: brief mention of alcohol

chapter summary: After the events of chapter four, perhaps a little change in relationship dynamic is in order - plus, it's time to enjoy a little more one-on-one time before the weekend draws to a close.

The first thing on your mind the following morning was Rissa - Larissa. You could hardly believe anyone could treat her that way, but then again you’d had enough negative experiences yourself that you felt you should hardly be surprised. Still, you felt bad for leaving her alone the previous night - that was the reason you decided to do something special for her today.

Two hours later, you were standing in front of Larissa’s office, freshly showered, a large hot chocolate from the Weathervane in hand. You knocked on the door.

There was a clicking of heels coming closer and closer, and then the door swung open. Larissa’s smile upon seeing you was accompanied by a light, barely there blush on the apples of her cheeks. “Hi,” she breathed.

You stuck out the hand holding the to-go cup. “I got you something.”

Larissa cocked her head to the side and gently wrapped her hand around the cup, her fingers brushing against yours. You tried to ignore the warmth this ignited within you and, instead, watched as Larissa brought the cup to her lips, tilting her head back slightly to take a sip.

A low hum vibrated in her chest and her eyes fluttered shut. 

“I, uh, remembered you ordered one last week when I saw you at the Weathervane.”

Larissa opened her eyes, her gaze piercing yours with an intensity that had your stomach doing backflips. She lowered the cup from her lips, a faint red lipstick mark visible on the rim. 

“That’s right. The Weathervane makes the best hot chocolate, I always try to get one when I’m in town.” Warmth flooded her gaze. “Thank you,” she added. “Would you like to come in?”

You nodded and Larissa stepped aside, allowing you to enter her office. You made yourself right at home on the sofa in front of the fireplace and Larissa followed, taking a seat beside you as she sipped the drink.

“I’m sorry I didn’t stay last night,” you started after a few moments of silence. “I felt bad leaving you, but I know it was one of our rules so-”

“Please,” Larissa waved away your apology. “You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn’t have asked you to stay. Consider it a momentary lapse in judgment, too tired to think straight.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to think straight when I’m around anyway.” You smirked at the soft groan that your remark was rewarded with. “I just wanted to check if you’re okay,” you added, much quieter now.

Larissa didn’t answer right away, seeming to consider your words. “I’m alright,” she replied slowly. “I didn’t realize the memories that came up were still bothering me, but I suppose they were. It’s nothing I can’t handle though.”

“I think we should talk about it if we’re going to… you know, have sex again…” You could feel a nervous heat creep up your cheeks.

“I suppose we should.” Larissa took another sip of her hot chocolate before setting the cup down on the floor and turning to fully face you. She sighed and you placed a reassuring hand on her knee. Looking down at your hand, she smiled gratefully and covered it with her own before taking a deep breath.

“When I was much younger, I met a girl through some mutual friends. She knew I was a shapeshifter and it didn’t seem to bother her. When we eventually… slept together, she asked me to shift into her ex-girlfriend. I was so shocked and so desperate to be loved that I, regrettably, did what she asked. After that night, she began to avoid me, and we were never intimate again - though I suppose it was for the better.”

“You really dodged a bullet there,” you said through clenched teeth, seething at the mere thought of someone asking Larissa to be anyone but herself.

Larissa chuckled, giving your hand a squeeze. “Yes, you’re right. Then there was a woman in college - I was more open about my abilities back then. We dated for a while and at first, everything seemed fine. But she would increasingly ask me to change little things about myself, under the guise of curiosity - my hair color, my height, my eyes. Until one day I confronted her and she admitted she wasn’t attracted to me at all.”

You snorted and Larissa raised an eyebrow. “Sorry,” you covered your mouth. “You’re just so beautiful, I can’t understand that.”

Her lips curved up into a shy smile. “Thank you, darling,” she murmured. “I stopped telling potential partners after that.”

“I don’t blame you,” you said softly. “What about us? Do you still want to…?” You bit your lip, your heart beginning to pound as you waited for her to reply.

She scooted closer to you, bringing your hand up to her lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles. “I do,” she purred seductively. “I feel safe with you.” She paused. “I just… I might need a little time.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Perhaps… allow me to take charge and… initiate, for a while.” Larissa’s eyes flicked between your own. “Would that be alright?” 

“Of course, Rissa.” You didn’t miss the dilation of her pupils at your use of the nickname, though you chose to ignore it and allow Larissa to take the lead. “You know, my last ex broke up with me because of my abilities.”

Larissa cocked her head to the side, waiting for you to continue.

“In hindsight, maybe it was a bad idea to get together with a normie. At first she thought it was cool, you know? Like a party trick or something. She would make a game out of it and ask me what random people were thinking. And I was so head over heels for her you know? So I did it. But then it became, uh, a bit of a sore subject. Either she was scared I would read her mind - which I didn’t, by the way - or then sometimes she would almost get pissed that I wasn’t reading her mind, as if I of all people should know all her thoughts, you know?”

Larissa was nodding sympathetically, her brows furrowed as she took in the details of your story.

“So then eventually we got into a huge fight and she broke up with me. I guess it was just too much for her.” You shrugged, not wanting to seem affected by the whole ordeal even though you had to admit it still stung, even almost a year later.

“I think it’s hard when people don’t understand you,” Larissa said slowly.

“Tell me about it.” You laughed, causing the blonde to giggle along with you.

A comfortable silence enveloped the two of you, like a warm blanket. Your fingers were still intertwined and you ran your thumb absentmindedly along the back of her hand. 

The silence was interrupted by a ringing phone on Larissa’s desk.

“Just a moment, darling,” she said, pulling her hand out of yours and standing to cross the office and answer her phone.

“Larissa Weems. … Yes… of course. Send her my way. … Thank you for letting me know. … You as well. Goodbye.”

Larissa hung up with an exasperated sigh and strode back to the sofa.

“I’m afraid I have to cut this short. It appears Miss Addams has gotten into another altercation with some of the normie students in town.” She pinched the bridge of her nose and screwed her eyes shut in frustration.

You laughed, standing to leave. “That girl is certainly something. Was her mother like this as well?”

“Not nearly as troublesome, but just as able to get under my skin,” Larissa replied dryly, walking you to the door.

“Don’t let her get to you, Riss. I’m sure she’ll settle soon enough - she has Enid, that girl’s a good influence.”

“I hope you’re right.” Larissa reached her arm past you to open the door, her hand hesitating on the doorknob, effectively trapping you against the oak. “Would you care to join me for dinner tonight?”

The close proximity of her body was dizzying, her body heat radiating off of her in waves and igniting a fire in your core. It took every ounce of strength you could muster not to reach out and touch her, to pull her close and ask her to ravish you right here against the door.

You swallowed hard. “I would love to.” 

Her gaze flicked to your lips for a moment, registering the way your breath was coming out in short puffs, and she smiled, pressing herself flush against you for just a moment, before turning the doorknob and pulling away, allowing you to exit her office.

“I’ll text you the details,” she murmured breathlessly.

You nodded, dazed, and turned to walk down the hallway, unable to hide your smirk at the raven-haired girl who was coming towards you on her way to the principal’s office. She looked positively murderous - not that she usually looked any different - but still you hoped she would go easy on Larissa today.

~~~

Larissa had texted you at some point during the afternoon to meet her at the school’s entrance at 7, giving you plenty of time to fret over what to wear. Knowing Larissa would likely be dressed to the nines no matter where you went, you finally settled on a pair of dress slacks and a black satin blouse. When you stepped out of the building just before 7, she was already waiting for you, sitting behind the steering wheel of her own personal car, typing away on her phone.

She lifted her head when you opened the door, smiling widely as you slid into the passenger seat.

“Shit, you have a nice car,” you breathed out, taking in the interior of the deep blue Rolls Royce.

“Language,” Larissa muttered, but her smile never left her face. “I didn’t think taking the Nevermore van would be all that lowkey, would it?”

“As if this is any more lowkey.” You laughed, enjoying the flash of playful irritation that crossed Larissa’s face.

The car drove smoothly even along the bumpy roads, and you took to watching Larissa as she drove, humming lightly along to the radio as the local station played 80s hit after 80s hit. You couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face as you regarded her, her lips moving silently along to the lyrics of “Girls Just Want to Have Fun”. The last rays of the setting sun cast a golden glow across her face, illuminating her like a literal goddess.

“You’re staring,” Larissa remarked rather smugly. You ducked your head, feeling a heat rise in your cheeks, and turned to look out the window instead.

“I never said it bothered me,” came Larissa’s voice from your left, and when you chanced another glance in her direction, you could see she was watching you out of the corner of her eye, a shy smile gracing her lips.

“Do I have the privilege of knowing where we’re going?” you said eventually.

“I had a craving for Italian food,” she replied. “I hope you don’t mind, I realize how presumptuous that was of me…”

“Not at all.” You smiled, catching her eye.

~~~

Arriving at the restaurant, you followed Larissa inside, catching a full look at her outfit for the first time that evening. She wore a high-cut silk blouse in a stunning shade of dark blue, paired with a long, cream colored pencil skirt and a matching blazer. A pair of kitten heels completed the look, click-clacking on the pavement as she all but strutted her way to the doors. She looked just as good fully clothed as she did naked and you gulped at the realization, tearing your eyes away and attempting to focus on the hostess who was seating you.

You were seated in a booth at the back, away from most of the loud chatter of other restaurant-goers. The hostess handed you two menus and disappeared, to be replaced shortly thereafter by a server who took your drink order - a shared bottle of the house red. He returned a few minutes later with a bottle and poured the wine into your glasses, before excusing himself to give you a chance to look at the menu.

A companionable silence had fallen over the table. Larissa was busy perusing the menu, while you were busy staring at her - again. You realized, quite suddenly in fact, that this was certainly very date-like of you: sitting here across from each other in beautiful clothes, sharing a bottle of wine. But then again, Larissa always wore beautiful clothes. And this wasn’t the first time you’d shared a bottle of wine, not by a long shot. It was simply the first time you’d done so in public.

You shook your head lightly, trying to ignore the warm, tingly feeling that was quickly taking over your extremities, dropping your gaze to the menu but unable to really focus on any of the printed words.

Get it together, you scolded yourself. Going to a restaurant with a friend is not unusual.

Well, not if you only felt super platonic feelings for that friend. What you felt for Larissa, that you weren’t so sure of anymore.

A looming shadow above you alerted you to your server’s presence. Shit. You hadn’t really looked at the menu at all.

Larissa spoke first, but the ringing in your ears from your own internal panic was so loud that you missed what she’d ordered. A curious look from the blonde across from you alerted you to the fact that it must be your turn to order.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” you choked out, cheeks turning pink.

“Certainly,” the server remarked, snapping his little notepad shut and bustling off, leaving the two of you alone.

“Are you alright?” Larissa asked, cocking her head to the side in concern.

“Yeah, sorry,” you said sheepishly. “I got distracted.”

“Am I that distracting, my dear?” she purred. You coughed at the seductive lilt to her voice, a heavy throb beginning between your legs.

Larissa leaned back, regarding you curiously as you took a sip of your wine and ducked your head to cover the worst of your blush.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she murmured with a chuckle, eyes dancing with mirth.

“Not funny,” you replied, unable to stop your face from breaking out into a grin moments later. “So what did we order?”

“Weren’t you listening?” You shook your head and Larissa giggled. “You’ll see.” She smirked at the little scowl you forced your face into.

You spent the next minutes being teased relentlessly by Larissa and trying to gain control of the heat that was spreading throughout your body under her smoldering gaze. You would never willingly admit to it, of course, but you loved every second of it.

You were grateful when your server arrived with the food - it turned out that you (well, Larissa) had ordered some house-made pasta with lobster. You turned to thank the server and saw his gaze briefly sweep Larissa’s form. Curious and unable (or rather, unwilling) to control yourself, you reached out with your mind, tuning into his thoughts - and immediately wished you hadn’t when you were bombarded with sinful thoughts about your dinner companion, all hidden behind his professional smile.

“Enjoy your meal, ladies,” he commented, his words directed more at Larissa than at you, and you had to force back a biting snarl, settling instead for a muttered and decidedly bitter “thank you”.

You could feel Larissa’s gaze upon you as you glared sullenly into your food.

“Something the matter?” Larissa’s voice was so soft you nearly melted on the spot.

“The waiter thinks you’re hot,” you spat out. You glanced up just in time to see Larissa’s cheeks turn pink.

“You didn’t read his mind, did you?” she asked, her voice low so only you could hear her.

“I had to,” you whispered back defensively. “With the way he was looking at you… and I was right, his thoughts were entirely inappropriate.”

“Why are you so upset about it?” Larissa tilted her head, her eyes searching every inch of your face.

“I’m not upset.” You stabbed at a piece of lobster a little more viciously than strictly necessary, earning yourself a small smile from the blonde. “I just don’t think anyone should be objectifying you like that…”

“Have you never had sinful thoughts about me?” Larissa teased, leaning forward and resting her chin on her hand.

“No! Well, yes… that’s different,” you hissed. “We’re sleeping together. And I don’t view you as some fucktoy.” 

“Y/N!” Larissa scoffed, though her gaze quickly softened. “There’s a reason I’m sleeping with you and not someone like him.”

You were sure you were rapidly turning scarlet by now. “I’m just saying… You deserve more respect than that, is all.” You didn’t need to mention the way your stomach churned at the thought of someone else putting their grimy hands on Larissa.

Larissa, who watched you warmly, lips curved up in a soft smile. “Thank you for looking out for me. You’ve been a great friend to me these last few days.” 

Your heart clenched. Friend. Of course Larissa would say that. Because that’s what you were. You forced a smile onto your face. “Yeah, no problem,” you murmured.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you - with the Rave’n being only two weeks away, Ms. Thornhill has been suggesting she might like some help with the planning. Would you be interested in assisting her?” Larissa asked, taking a sip of her wine.

“Of course, I’d love to.” You considered for a moment. “Did she say what she needed help with?”

“Well the theme has been set for quite some time, so mostly some last minute, finishing touches I’m sure, as well as the decorating before the dance. But I’m sure she could tell you more in person. I’ll let her know you’re on board then?”

“Yeah, sure.” In the brief moment of silence that followed, a thought dawned on you that you couldn’t shake. “Are you going to be there?”

Larissa chuckled. “Of course, I chaperone every year. We are still looking for chaperones, by the way. I know you said no at the beginning of the year, but…” Larissa trailed off, quirking an eyebrow.

You’d said no at the beginning of the year, that was true - you hadn’t really enjoyed your own Rave’n back in the day, as you’d been in the middle of a bad breakup, and you weren’t much into dances or parties anyway. But you’d also never had an ulterior motive to go - such as a gorgeous, 6’3” blonde who would likely be wearing a stunning dress. You cleared your throat.

“Sure, I’ll chaperone.”

Larissa’s face broke out into a pleased smile, one that was so infectious it made you dizzy.

The rest of the evening passed with small-talk about your plans for the next week as the two of you finished your dinner. Despite your complaints, Larissa insisted on paying the bill, citing payback for the massages as her reasoning. The server made himself scarce when he noticed you glaring daggers at him, much to Larissa’s amusement.

You drove back to the Academy in silence, simply content to bask in each other’s presence. Larissa walked you back to your quarters and you stalled in front of your door, trying to fight against the inevitable - bidding Larissa goodnight.

“Thank you for accompanying me tonight,” Larissa said in a whisper, not wanting to take the chance of another teacher coming out of their quarters and overhearing the two of you. “It was much more fun than eating alone, I will admit. And you may have saved me from having to turn down advances from that poor waiter.” She smirked slightly.

You ducked your head. “I enjoyed myself, too. Thanks again.” You paused, searching Larissa’s face. She looked so beautiful in the dim torchlight illuminating the hallway, eyes sparkling lightly, skin nearly glowing. Her lips looked even more red and plush than usual. You wished she would want to come into your quarters, to ravish you until you were screaming her name for the entire staff to hear.

Larissa seemed to be able to read your mind for she smiled hesitantly and whispered, “Not tonight, darling.” She paused, glancing around to see if you were truly alone, then leaned in and pressed a chaste, barely-there kiss to the corner of your mouth. 

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Rissa,” you whispered back, your skin tingling where her lips had been seconds prior.

Larissa turned and strode down the hallway and out of sight, leaving you to stand like an idiot in the doorway to your quarters, heart pounding and panties damp.

x

[theharrowing]

Beg me and I'll think about it

Namjoon is eager to forget about everything for a night and Taehyung has just the remedy.

🤍 Dollhouse Namjoon x Collateral Taehyung

🤍 word count: ≈ 1,680

🤍 crossover episode between fics, strangers to strangers with benefits, infidelity, hints of bdsm, poly, slash, nsfw, 18+

🤍 warnings: mention of ties to a mafia and making people disappear; mention of brothel; infidelity; smut (public bathroom stall hookup; tie used as a gag; tie used as restraints; anal plug; use of a condom; hair gripping & pulling; rough anal sex; exhibitionism; a hint of humiliation; cum eating; overstimulation; use of "desperate", "good obedient boy", "daddy" and "sir".)

🤍 notes: look at us, spending more time at Paradise! this is a Dollhouse snip so there is cheating (but Taehyung is a good boy and gets permission.) also this wouldn't be a Taehyung hookup if hands weren't tied above the head. i got a little carried away with the word count lolol HAVE FUUUN!!!

🤍 written for the Harrow’s Holiday Cheer Event, requested by @sweetestofchaos 🎈 my darling Chell i love you sooo!!! i couldn't resist fulfilling both of your requests. tbh it's kind of rude to make me choose hahaha. i hope you enjoy this!!!

🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 posted dec. 2023

When Taehyung cocks his eyebrow and smirks, Namjoon's heart pounds. He wonders if he may have finally worn the guy down a little. 

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," Taehyung says, tilting his chin up as if he is attempting to appear taller than Namjoon. 

"You said you make people disappear," Namjoon counters, tipping his chin up just as high.

Taehyung chuckles deep and pretty, making Namjoon smile wide. He tilts his head to the side and raises his eyebrows, and Taehyung laughs more.

"I meant physically," Taehyung finally says, shaking his head and holding piercing eye contact. "And unless you have good reason for it, I'm not going to kill your husband. Sorry, handsome; I can't eternal sunshine someone from your brain."

Namjoon makes a show of looking down at Taehyung's lips as he says, "Sure you could," before looking him in the eye. And it's not that he wants to kill Seok—literally or figuratively. He just needs a momentary lapse in judgment, is all. 

"Beg me and I'll think about it," Taehyung challenges, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Please," Namjoon says without thinking twice, waiting for Taehyung's smile to encourage him to continue. Where they stand at the bar, there are other patrons around, and Namjoon places a hand on the wooden bar top and leans in nice and close to mutter, "Please, Taehyung. I need a nice rough fuck to take my mind off of things. Please help me. I'll be so good for you. Pretty please."

Taehyung sighs and takes out his phone, thumbing around before holding it up to his ear. Curious, Namjoon stands up straight and watches, wondering who he could be calling. 

"Gguk," Taehyung says, eyes on Namjoon. "Baby, listen: you know that guy I was texting you about from the club? Dimples, yeah. I was thinking about taking him into a stall and fucking him senseless, but I wanted to check in with you first."

With each second that passes Namjoon's heart pounds and he becomes even more curious about this man. Is he asking permission from a spouse? Namjoon thumbs over his empty ring finger and allows his mind to drift to Seok for only a moment before he thinks better of it. They are on a break, after all. 

"Sounds good," Taehyung says, pulling Namjoon from his wandering thoughts. "Talk soon, baby."

Taehyung pulls the phone from his ear and slides it into his pocket, then he takes Namjoon by the black satin tie around his neck and turns to walk toward the bathrooms. 

"A stall, hmm?" Namjoon asks, chuckling. He knows this place has private dance rooms and has heard rumors of there being a brothel downstairs. But he feels a thrill over having a quick and dirty public fuck. 

"Take this off," Taehyung instructs, giving the tie one more yank before dropping it and loosening his own. 

Namjoon does as he is told as they approach the men's room. He does not bother to ask why; whatever Taehyung has in mind, Namjoon is happy to provide. He did, after all, seek out one of the top clubs in the city that is supposedly run by the mob with the hope of meeting someone dangerous to thrill him tonight. What luck that Taehyung approached him so fast. 

"Pick a stall, any stall," Taehyung sing-songs, turning to Namjoon with a smile that appears inexplicably dangerous. 

There are three stalls, all of which are open, and Namjoon walks to the center one, paying no mind to the fluorescent blue room beyond the open door that he seeks. He hears Taehyung chuckle behind him, and when he turns around, he watches as Taehyung pulls the door closed and locks it. 

Taehyung grabs onto the end of Namjoon's tie and pulls it from around his neck, then he balls it up and opens his mouth the way an adult would tell a child to open wide for a bite of food. Obediently, Namjoon opens wide. 

He is not sure why he is surprised when Taehyung shoves the tie into his mouth, and he does his best to adjust his tongue against the material, attempting not to gag.

Taehyung pulls his own black tie from around his neck and takes Namjoon's wrists, raising them waist-high and very quickly binding them together. Muffled sounds come from Namjoon's mouth as he attempts to ask what Taehyung is doing before accepting his fate. 

"Up," Taehyung instructs, lifting Namjoon's hands over his head and securing the makeshift restraint to a little metal hook on the stall door.  

"Are you bottom ready?" Taehyung asks and Namjoon nods. He cleaned himself and is currently wearing a silicone plug. 

Taehyung hums and says, "Good," as he reaches around Namjoon and undoes his belt and then his slacks and shoves the garment down, along with his briefs.

Fingertips press and tug on the silicone plug, sending a jolt of pleasure through Namjoon and forcing a muffled whimper from his throat. Then slowly it is pulled out, and Namjoon feels Taehyung tugging at his slacks, which are bunched around his knees, wondering if he is storing the plug in his pocket for safekeeping. 

At the sound of a lube bottle cap opening, Namjoon allows his eyes to flutter closed. He hears a belt come undone, then a zipper, followed by the ripping of a condom wrapper, the rustling of fabric, and a low hiss. Then he hears slick skin rubs over latex-covered skin and feels the blunt tip of Taehyung's cock rub against his rim. 

Taehyung roughly takes Namjoon by the hair and yanks his head back enough to sting, sounding bored as he warns, "This might hurt a little."

Namjoon attempts to say, "Yes, please," but just drools and mutters uselessly.

In a swift thrust, Taehyung spears Namjoon deep, causing his back to bow as he groans loudly. That plug he wore is nowhere near the girth of Taehyung's cock and the pleasure-pain is blinding. Namjoon smiles as best as he can while he pants through his nose; this is already better than he could have hoped for.

Taehyung holds tight to his hair and sets a pace so rough, Namjoon worries he might inhale his tie if he is not careful. He wonders if it is possible that this man could break him in half. His mouth hangs open, fabric held loosely between his teeth while spilling from his lips and the stall rattles with each thrust in perfect rhythm with the loud slap of Taehyung's thighs against his ass. 

It feels good. So good, Namjoon instantly begins to slip into subspace, grateful for the stall door holding him up. His head aches where Taehyung holds it, and when Taehyung grips tightly to his hip to assist with thrusting even deeper, Namjoon wonders if his fingertips will bruise his skin.

"So tight and desperate," Taehyung groans close to Namjoon's ear, sending a shiver along his spine. "Just listen to you sob. Maybe I should take the gag out of your mouth so the whole place can hear you screaming my name." 

Namjoon would love for the entire building to know just how good he feels; that is why he picked the middle stall, after all. The thought of being caught makes his neglected cock twitch. 

As if the devil himself has heard and answered Namjoon's prayers, he hears the bathroom door open and someone walk in. Taehyung does not relent on Namjoon, fucking just as hard, fast, and loud. 

Although he cannot make out what the newcomer mutters, he does hear the unmistakable sound of a zipper going down and the person pissing. This sends a delicious thrill of shame through Namjoon, and he practically cums on himself knowing he can be heard getting fucked so good. 

"Squeezing me so fucking tight," Taehyung groans, tightening his grip on Namjoon's hair. "You like having an audience, huh?"

Namjoon mutters uselessly as he attempts to nod his head. Pleasure sears through Namjoon's veins white hot and overwhelming as tears pool in his eyes and he worries he might not be able to hold off his orgasm much longer. 

"Show me just how much you like it," Taehyung commands as his hand leaves Namjoon's hip to lift his shirt up over his stomach and grab onto the tip of his cock. Namjoon's eyes squeeze shut and he whimpers loudly as the third party washes their hands in the sink and Taehyung growls, "Cum for me."

It takes two tugs of his cock before Namjoon cums in Taehyung's hand, legs quaking beneath him as his body tenses and relaxes, torn asunder by intense pleasure. Taehyung moans softly in Namjoon's ear, deep voice breaking around air as he mutters, "Fuck, that took no time at all. What a good, obedient boy."

"Thank you, daddy," Namjoon mindlessly mutters into the wet fabric that gags him, mind temporarily broken as he forgets where he is and who he is with. 

Taehyung releases Namjoon's hair and his cock, letting his shirt fall and undoubtedly get cum onto it. Then he pulls the soiled tie from Namjoon's mouth and presses cum-covered fingers to his lips. 

"Clean my fingers, little pet," Taehyung instructs and Namjoon does as he is told, licking his own release as best as he can while Taehyung continues to pound his increasingly overstimulated ass.

"I want you to get hard and cum for me one more time," Taehyung instructs. "Can you do that for me?"

"I can try," Namjoon mutters, voice broken and dreamy. 

"I'm sorry, I think I misheard you," Taehyung responds, voice sharp—almost angry. "I think what you meant to say was, Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir," Namjoon parrots, arms hanging limp and head threatening to slam into the stall door as Taehyung returns his hand to Namjoon's cock and begins to stroke him. 

Namjoon whimpers and does his best to relax as he becomes erect once more. He is determined to be obedient just for Taehyung, and he hopes more strangers come into the bathroom and overhear them.

WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK. 😩🥵😅 oh, have i missed Dollhouse Namjoon. it was nice getting into his head a little (and allowing him to get some after all that he has been through.) did you enjoy this???

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[goddess-queenrose]

Censored Release

Imagine having been locked up for days, maybe even weeks, serving me whenever I please and begging to be allowed to serve me sexually only to be presented with my feet to worship.

After enough time has passed, I say the words you’ve been longing to hear, making my desperate little cock push against the cold metal of your cage.

“It’s release day pet” I say softly, looking down at you as a smile forms.

You keep your gaze down, hoping more than anything that I’ll allow you to see more than my feet to help you along.

“I’ve prepared something extra special just for you today beta” I say as I take my necklace off and toss is in front of you “and yes, you have permission to unlock the cage and set my little dick free.”

Carefully you unlock yourself, feeling your cheeks flush knowing just how true it is that you’re currently unlocking my little dick.. you also know once the cage is off, your hands go behind your back, you control yourself to stay limp and keep your gaze on the ground or my feet. Break a rule and release day will not be happening.

As you’re unlocking the cage, you listen to me opening up my laptop and see it get placed on the floor in-front of you.

“You may look now pet.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

And there it is. Your special surprise.

A whole collection of provocative photos of your Goddess and even a couple of videos.

You start to feel my little dickie growing when you realise that they’re all blurred out in any area I feel may be too much for you. You quickly look at the floor and take a deep breath, making sure you don’t lose release day privileges.

“I saw that pet” I whispered into your ear before standing up again “but the control you had over my dick was impressive and as I’m sure it was just a momentary lapse of concentration as your beta brain got overwhelmed by these photos, I’ll let you off. Now, you may touch. Enjoy beta.”

“Thank you my Queen” you reply, fully erect before your hand even touches my dickie.

—Let me know if you want a part two?

Also, any betas out there desperate for some censored porn of this Goddess, let me know!🥰

[whoishotteranimepolls]

in defense of Ace:

I just want to understand how op of that post thinks that Ace is both a burn risk and an STD risk and these are the reason he's not hot. Babe, the two have to be mutually exclusive. OP how did he get the aforementioned chlamydia if he simply can't use his dick without burns happening?? (to be clear, Ace has excellent fire control, so I think the burn fears are silly, BUT the implication was that he can't stick it in pussy without causing a bush fire.) Also, OP, do you think he's hot? Do you think he's sexy in universe? Because it seems like you think he's rawing people to get the chlamydia, which means you think he's had partners who presumably thought he was attractive enough to fuck. Attractive enough to burn risk, even. If we're rolling with that logic. Which means I'm confused on why you're telling me you don't understand him being considered hot. It seems to me that you do understand this, you're just afraid.

For context, this is the original post they are referring to and responding to

Okay, I'm going to play devil's advocate with this one. Please don't come at me too hard.

I think what the anon is concerned about is a momentary lapse of control in the middle of the act, so it goes well until all of a sudden it's not, and then, as they say, third-degree coochie burns. This could happen a year or ten years into your relationship. Who knows it's just a disaster way to happen.

As someone who has gotten a severe burn from taking soup out of the microwave, I can understand where they're coming from to an extent as I still use an oven mitt to take any hot liquid out of the microwave, so I'm going to assume our original Anon probably got a burn during a Brazilian because I know people who have and they say it's traumatizing. So much so that they will never allow anything hot enough to burn near their coochie ever again, so I'm just going to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that's what's going on here, and that is what's causing this irrational fear?

I don't know where the Chlamydia thing is coming from other than the fact he looks like a greasy desert rat that hasn't bathed in 3 weeks, but that's part of the appeal and the fact the rizz is strong with this one, so he might be a little bit of a ho. But the anon is not going to sleep with them anyway because of the fire risk, so I don't see how this is a problem for them in particular

I'm done playing devil's advocate now

Edit. I do like Ace as a character. He is hot. What part of playing devil's advocates? Do you guys not understand

[featherymalignancy]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 elriel in omerta please

It was only once the boy had fled, the slap of his bare feet in the marble hallway no longer audible, that Azriel turned back to Elena.

She hadn’t moved a muscle, but her brown eyes shone with hatred, even though the tears which glittered in them.

“We’re wasting time,” he said, crossing to the bureau and opening to the top drawer. He pulled out the first things he could find—a lacy bralette and a wonton pair of silk panties—and tossed them on the bed alongside her discarded sundress. “Put this on and let’s go.”

She only clutched the sheet tighter, her knuckles going white as she hissed, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

Just then his earpiece crackled, Nazeret’s voice filtering in a second later.

“The Baron’s goons just breached the gate. We have ten minutes tops.”

“Heard,” Azriel replied, his eyes the finding Archeron girl again as he said, “we are leaving this room in ninety seconds, so either put your clothes on, or I will drag you out of here naked. Your choice.”

“Touch me, and my sister will have you skinned alive.”

“Who do you think sent me? And for the record, my orders are to make sure you’re brought alive and unharmed. Whether your dignity remains intact is up to you.”

Still glaring, she reached for the undergarments he’d tossed on the bed, and he permitted himself a triumphant smirk before turning to give her some privacy.

“Smart girl.”

“I don’t care if my sister did send you,” she snarled, voice thick with tears. “I hate you.”

He gave her all of a minute to finish up before turning back, lip curling as he sneered, “do you think I—“

He broke off, throat going dry as he allowed himself to properly drink her in now that she was clothed. She was gorgeous to the point of literal distraction, and he had to look away in order to regain his focus.

“Finally,” he snapped, hoping she hadn’t noticed his momentary lapse. “Let’s go.”

[miscellaneous-obsession]

Love Knows No Bounds

Request: @alwaysforladyesdeath 'Can you make one where Sarah gets her immortality and she finds her love from the past who is now an immortal witch like her (female reader pls).'

I adored this request, such a lovely ask!

Finally free of the shackles that once bound her to the black flame candle, the youngest Sanderson chose not to heed Winnie's trivial warnings of mankind, opting to take to the skies just as she once had three centuries prior. Unfamiliar terrain sprawled beneath her flight path, though undeterred Sarah glided through the air, eyes closed shut as she relished in the breeze that tickled her face. Tresses of blonde hair twisted behind her frame, warping with every shift in directionality she made at random.

After minutes of flying blind, cerulean orbs snapped open as Sarah's senses became overwhelmed by nostaligic scents reminscent of a past long forgotten. The heady smell of lavender wafted through the air, persuading her with ease to search for its place of origin. The closer the blonde became, the more prominent the undertones of sickly sweet honey emerged, leading her directly toward a cottage that once held significant meaning.

Landing safely, Sarah hastened her steps as the house materialised through the treeline, the wooden structure constructed deeper within the forbidden forest than most. Smoke plumed from the chimney column, a shade of ash grey, unnaturally tinted with tones of fushcia as the light hit it. Soon Sarah raised her fist to knock, though her efforts were in vain as the door swung open in haste, a stunned woman appearing on the other side.

Unchanged, despite the passage of time, was Y/N standing stock still in the doorway. The blonde felt her heart palpitate within her chest, threatening to escape the confines of her ribcage if it continued for a moment longer. A shaking hand was proffered, unsure of what it reached for, landing gently upon the blonde's cheek in an affectionate manner. Slowly, a thumb smoothed over Sarah's red-flushed skin, tracing nonsensical patterns as she ensured the woman before her was in fact real and very much alive.

"Please tell me that thine own eyes do not deceive me... Sarah, is it really thou?" Sarah's smile grew ten-fold in response, her head nodding furiously to wordlessly answer the question. Those lips then parted with a squeal as she found herself being spun in place, lithe arms holding her close and secure. Throughout which a flurry of kisses were then pressed across her face, the majority peppering the blonde's forehead and cheeks, leaving stains of lipstick in their wake.

"Pray tell how is it that you are here... for I recall your hanging so vividly?" The momentary pause and involuntary shudder that followed conveyed how traumatic the sight must have been. In an attempt to distract from horrid memories, Sarah clasped Y/N's hands within her own emphatically replying, "Oh but that matters not, Y/N for all I wish for is to be with you? Doth thou still feel the same?"

Abating the doubts that lingered within the blonde's head, Y/N replied with a question of her own, "My sweet Sarah, was that ever in question?"

Leaning forward in order to close the gap of mere inches that separated the pair, Y/N kissed Sarah passionately as though no time had lapsed at all. Reciprocating in kind, the blonde melted having sorely missed the intimacy so freely offered by the other woman. Willingly, Sarah allowed herself to be pulled across the threshold of the abode with a tantalising whisper, "I have missed thy immensely," all too eager to partake in their familiar game of cat and mouse once more.

[vtoriacore-rbs]

tw. ed + whatever the fuck is wrong w me in general. id actually advise against reading this but this helps get things off my chest.

me slipping back into old ed habits bc my intrusive thoughts actually ended up triggering me 💀💀💀 i went on a 2 day fast and only had mineral water and i feel both proud and horrified that ive allowed myself to do that so now im eating healthy things to kinda make up for it but anyways i weighed myself too even tho i said i wouldn't. like i know i shouldn't feel happy over the fact i starved and weakened my body on purpose but it feels nice to stick to something and actually have some discipline back in my life.

had a breakdown too earlier for no reason (altho im on my period so maybe that's why, fuck you uterus btw there is no us only u someone remove this thing PLEASE). like bro some bitch in college also was telling me how she was losing weight and she deadass told me that my ribcage sticking out was so aesthetic and it just enabled me, we only spoke 3 times before that and im pretty sure she has an ed too bc she kept trying to get my measurements??? she also said she'd sacrifice two of her ribs to get a waist like mine and i know she meant it as a compliment but i wanted to cry and felt low-key ashamed like i hate when people point out my physical appearance and i was stretching i didn't even mean for my shirt to go higher up it was so uncomfy. it's weird tho cause when i starve myself i feel happy abt it but when other people point it out and praise me for it i get really mad. maybe it's bc i discourage eds and im very pro-recovery but anyways that was a weird comment™ i think it played into the breakdown. she tried grabbing my wrist several times and i told her to stop trying to touch me but she wouldn't stop either and was like "just for a second please" like i felt so icky bc of that too like bitch hands off before i retaliate <3 so yeah now im trying to eat again but honestly i feel like im gonna throw up bc i didn't eat for 2 days lmao and the entire day today i felt so dizzy. like yesterday was fine but today ?? no. my muscles hurt so bad so im gonna have a 50g protein shake too ugh im so tired. gonna try get up to 1000 kcal at least and make the deficit up over the weekend bc my stomach physically hurts when i try to eat (but this strawberry yogurt bangs even tho im half full already).

ive been slipping back into an ed mindset over the last month tho even with my binges and i just wanna look ill enough for one of my doctors finally tell me im underweight enough they didn't even acknowledge i was severely underweight 3-4 years ago that felt so humiliating and now im thinking along the lines of "i need to be a better anorexic" even tho its fucked up and like im trying to just snap myself out of this mindset but it's not working so im gonna have to get a therapist potentially. bc i don't want my organs and bones failing but at the same time, i wanna make sure doctors take me seriously this time and maybe it'll be a fucking reminder to take eds seriously. it actually pisses me off hos insensitive some doctors are about eds and the fact they indirectly fucking allow it sometimes too like. just bc im not in a critical condition and only like 3/4kgs underweight doesn't mean i don't have an ed or that it isn't "severe enough" smh this annoys me so much.

if you read it up to here don't worry ill be fine, a bitch always pulls thru and these are just momentary lapses in judgement im not letting mental illness win im too fucking good for this (<- motivating myself kinda feel better after writing this NGL).

[jjungkooksthighs]

Her negation is oil for the fires of his anger. His fingers curl more forcibly around the flesh of her jaw as he sighs frustratedly, “No? I don’t think so.” He hovers ever nearer to her, her lips but a hair’s breadth away from his as he husks, “You do not get to say no to me after all that you have done. The only thing you should be doing is being obedient for me.”

By now, she had learned what he expected of her. So when the last word leaves his lips, she nods, “Y-yes, master.”

The shards of his eyes pierce hers as he studies her. “You requested me to repeat what I asked you earlier.”

He waits until she nods and gives a stuttered ‘yes.’

After that, he snorts as he answers, “I asked you if you knew how fucking pathetic you looked right now.” His fingers tighten around her jaw. “I told you that you’re afraid to let your other side out in fear that I will enjoy your wolf more than you. You didn’t say shit about either in response. All you can manage is my name. This, I cannot allow.”

Oh.. he was still expecting.. an answer for.. that. His hand urges her jaw up so her lips are mere inches away from his own as she's forced to stare into those beautiful, intimidating eyes of his, gulping down the small whine that tries to make its way out of her. "I.. I d-don't.. don't know.. sir." It doesn't satisfy him. Of course, it doesn't! She hardly even tried to put together a fucking sentence. "You don't know?" his voice is laced with a hint of mockery, and it has her whining. "You don't know what, pup?" The stringent attitude of his voice is more than enough of a motivator for her to continue speaking. There's no way in hell she's gonna spend her nights chained to the bed without him by her side. Just a few hours without his touch, and she's already a crying, drooling mess. She couldn't take any more! "I- I don't know if I... i don't know how pathetic I l-look, sir." She says. For her next words, she swallows down what little is left of her pride, her cheeks reddening like a ripe cherry as she looks up at him with bright, needy eyes. "Please, m-master.. enlighten me."

“Now that,” he leans forward once more, his hand that he has gripping her tilting her chin up so she’s but an inch from him, “is what I like to hear, omega.”

She raises her arms, her hands opening so she can grab at his knees to support her once more. She stops, though, when he lifts a brow in expectation.

With her hands hovering over his knees, she tries, “can I touch you, master?”

He grunts in approval as he continues stroking his cock, and she doesn’t waste any time putting her hands where she needed, but not where she wanted.

“You look so pitiful from down there, you hungry little whore,” the sounds of his ministrations are so wet that she can almost taste them on her tongue as she bites at her lower lip. “You’re thinking about how much you want my cock in your mouth, aren’t you, slut? Gods, how pathetic you must feel to be bare and on your knees for me and all you can do is watch.”

She needs him so fucking bad. All she can think about is the ache between her legs. The need that swelters her core.

Every moment without him inside her is one of torture. He’d never denied her like this before. Never deprived her of him before.

She would do anything now to get him to bury his cock within her silken walls. So desperate is she that she doesn’t even care if it’s in her pussy, her ass, or in her mouth.

However he’ll give it to her, she’ll take it.

In her momentary lapse of control, her wolf takes over.

She assents, “yes, master…I-I feel so helpless. Can I,” she swallows around a dry throat, “can I help you, please? I want to please you, my love.” She opens her legs in invitation, “my alpha.”

“So depraved you have become, my beautiful little cocksleeve,” Jungkook breathes, his irises dipping from her mouth to her tits and then down at the apex between her thighs. “So fucking addicted to getting a knot that you can’t think straight anymore.” His eyes narrow as he continues pumping his length over and over again. “Remember this the next time you want to deny me. Recall this the next time you think it wise to pleasure yourself in front of me when I can fuck you so much better.”

[once-in-a-blue-moon-rising]

So, I'm really enjoying my Hannibal obsession, but a big downside is that it makes it really hard to sleep. Tonight, I couldn't stop shaking, so instead of disturbing my partner, I got up and wrote down the story in my head.

Warnings: violence, mentions of death/murder, nudity, implied sex, extremely inappropriate psychiatrist-patient relationships

(PS. I am only on episode 2.1, so no spoilers past that point please and thank you)

They were close. Close enough for Hannibal to taste the trepidation on Will’s skin, to see the flutter of his pulse in his throat. To watch as he leaned even closer, head tilting to the side.

Their foreheads touched.

‘I’m not Alana Bloom, Will’, Hannibal said. His palm was resting on Will’s cheek, the hairs from Will’s beard prickling his skin.

‘I know who you are’, Will replied. He didn’t try to move closer, nor did he pull back.

‘And do you know who you are?’

‘Yes.’

A hair’s breadth closer, lips slightly parted. The tip of Will’s nose rested warm and soft against Hannibal’s cheek. He could smell him – his skin, his toothpaste, his excitement, shot through with fear. Hannibal swallowed, and chose his next words carefully.

‘Then why?’

‘Why?’ Will asked. One of his hands moved to cup Hannibal’s cheek too, and where he’d expected a tremor, there was steadiness. He listened to Will take a breath. ‘Why do I want to kissyou, if I don’t think you’re Dr Bloom?’

‘Yes.’

‘Because you’re very kissable.’

Hannibal drew back, a little flicker of annoyance sparking at the edge of his subconscious. He resented the conflation, even though he had invited it.

‘Don’t lie to me, Will’, he said, and when he tried to pull his head back further, Will’s fingers tightened, getting a grip on the hair at the base of his skull. ‘And don’t insult me.’

Another tightening of those fingers and Hannibal, intrigued, let himself be caught. He let Will rest their foreheads back together, slot their noses into place; let his mouth hover, millimetres away from Will’s. He could feel his beard again – this time not only in his palm, but against his lips.

Will was silent for so long that anyone with less knowledge of Will’s psychology might have thought the question ignored, forgotten. The room around them billowed silence, and Hannibal focused on the rhythm of Will’s breathing, and the ticking of his own watch.

‘It’s the only thing I can think to do’, Will said, eventually, and the desperation in his voice was so affecting that Hannibal allowed him a momentary lapse of control, let Will capture his top lip between his own. ‘The only possible way I can –’

‘Possess me? Consume me?’

Another moment, another taste – teeth and tongues and discordant, beautiful chaos, the tang of blood on his lips.

‘My psychiatrist believes I’m obsessed with you’, Hannibal said, drawing back, this time resisting Will’s efforts to keep him close. Will was breathing hard, and the fear which had coloured his scent before had vanished. His mouth was red, and his tongue darted out to taste the blood on his lower lip.

‘What does my psychiatrist think?’

‘I think you’re fascinated by me, certainly. You’re attracted to me despite knowing that you shouldn’t be. Some might say that constituted obsession.’

Will climbed fully into Hannibal’s chair now, crowding him, made bold by the previous successful experiments. And Hannibal had no reason to deny him, not when he could sink his teeth into him, taste him without extinguishing him. He could feel Will’s blood pounding, put his fingers up against the hollow of his throat and his tongue on his collarbone, and feel him arch and whine, just barely, the first flicker of a plead.

‘Tell me what you want’, he heard himself say. If Will had wanted to devour him piece by living piece, he would have agreed, lain unprotesting on his own examining couch, watching those two hands stain red.

Will was dazed, but he heard, processing the words as Hannibal bit down on the lobe of his ear.

‘I want you to show me’, he said. ‘How you’d do it.’

‘How I’d kill you?’

Will clambered off the chair and, panting, offered his hand. Hannibal took it, and stood.

‘You’re not the only one who gets curious’, Will murmured.

His eyes were bright and his hands were steady, unknotting Hannibal’s tie, assaulting the buttons on his waistcoat. He was being aggressive, but not enough to damage the garments. A familiar flare of excitement, tinged with something rarer, flashed through him. He pressed a hand against his trouser pocket, feeling for a handle.

‘You’re an interesting prospect’, Hannibal told him, backing him slowly towards the back wall of the office. Will’s hands stilled. ‘I don’t need to work to get close to you. That makes things considerably easier.’

Will’s back hit the wall, and Hannibal, heart thundering now, advanced until they were almost pressed together.

‘Strangulation is a particularly effective way of rendering a person unconscious’, he said, his left hand moving to press against Will’s windpipe – not hard enough, not really, but enough to make him gasp, to make a fresh flicker of fear kindle in his eyes.

‘And what about –’

‘I’ve already disarmed you’, Hannibal said, the gun from Will’s holster already in his hand, now dropped and kicked out of harm’s way. ‘You, unfortunately, cannot say the same.’

A flash of silver and Will’s right hand was pinned to the wall by the cuff of his shirtsleeve and the knife. Hannibal had his left securely contained in his own right hand, and he increased the pressure on Will’s throat, just a fraction. Will groaned, and that same thrill flared.

‘I assume in reality’, Will said, struggling to speak. ‘In reality that knife goes through my palm.’

‘Naturally.’

‘And then?’

Hannibal released him.

‘You pass out. I carry you downstairs and take you home.’

‘Why?’

‘I don’t keep good knives at the office.’

Will smiled weakly, and Hannibal let him reorient himself, stowed the folding knife back in his pocket, and straightened his waistcoat as best he could. The tie, it seemed, had been discarded over the back of the chair, and he was curious enough as to where this was going not to fetch it immediately.

‘Do you want to know the rest?’

Will nodded.

‘I’ll spare you the journey, but you wake up, undressed, tethered to my worktop.’

He watched Will finger the bottom edge of his shirt and, understanding without needing to be asked, took two steps back into his space and undid every button, eyes locked on Will’s, not moving his gaze to push both shirt and jacket to the floor, nor to turn his hands to the buttons of his trousers.

‘Hannibal, I –’

‘I know.’

He hoisted Will, completely nude, into his arms, and laid him out on his couch. He could see the rhythm of his heart faintly against his ribs, saw him shiver even as his skin flushed and eyes darkened.

He ran a single finger from throat to sternum, to navel, finally allowing himself to look, to feast upon Will Graham, to contemplate him as the work of art he should, rightfully, have become shortly after they met. He was far too alluring, far too dangerous, and now, far too beautiful. Hannibal swallowed.

‘I never settled on a final decision’, he said, allowing Will a moment of eye contact. ‘Perhaps that’s why you’re still alive.’

‘No it’s not.’

Hannibal smiled quietly, turning his gaze back to Will’s flesh.

‘Perhaps not. Dismemberment always appealed, although I’d have needed to take you somewhere more isolated for that. The neighbours, you know.’

Heartrate increasing again, he took one of Will’s hands in his own, and ran his lips and nose up from wrist to shoulder, following the veins.

‘Open heart surgery would have posed similar problems’, he said, and now he pressed his cheek to Will’s chest, kneeling beside the couch, Will’s fingers curling into his hair. ‘But I think my favourite option – the most poetic – was drowning.’

Will laughed – or rather, he huffed out a breath of air that Hannibal felt against his scalp, and he watched his stomach rise and fall with it.

‘Don’t tell me’, he said, and Hannibal shifted his head so that he could look into Will’s face as he formulated his assumption. ‘The blood of all my supposed victims?’

Hannibal blinked. Then, slowly, he climbed onto the couch, pinning Will in place, letting the feeling of an impending kill vibrate through him, even as the only resistance Will offered was to arch into his body and stare, defiant.

‘No’, he said. ‘Mine.’

[mondaymelon]

HEED MY WORDS, I BEG OF YOU, MELON. ‘TIS IS NOT I, BUT IMPULSE THAT LED ME DOWN A ROAD OF LACK OF CONTROL. i continue to love you dearly, one of the closest of companions i keep in touch in these trying times. memories bygone are kept within the recesses of my mind, still golden, still young as if yesterday was new. do not let a momentary lapse of my character sway you off our tender friendship.

YUI YOUR WORDS... THEY FALL UPON DEAF EARS THAT I HAVE SHUT OUT OF SHEER WILLPOWER DONT QUESTION HOW I DID THAT THE TENDONS AND MUSCLES ARE NOT TENDONING AND MUSCELING SHHHHHH

i-if that was the case... if you had never stopped loving me in the first place, how could you say such a vile thing...?? yui... please... my heart has shattered from the words your impulse have lead to and i fear i may never recover, and yet you still ask for forgiveness??

although... i... i-i... i do suppose your words hold some reason... yes. then if you honestly speak the truth, i might just allow it. this once... i... perhaps, might remember the warm glow of your inbox and the silly words my eyes have witnessed...

[the-little-ewok]

“ are you going to kiss me again, or do i have to do it myself?" + dealer's choice?

Do it yourself

Poe Dameron X G!N Reader

Rating: T

Wordcount :2600(ish)

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, general cutesy fun

Summary: Prompt request : "Are you going to kiss me again or do I have to do it myself?"

A/N - Part of the comment in this about Poe’s clothes being vintage was based on a tumblr post i saw here once that i can never find. Credits to whoever made the post because I think about that a lot. If anyone has it please link me to it so i can link it here.

Banner by the insanely talented @salome-c

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"What do you mean they are staring again? Who's they? There's only us here."

Part of you must register when he turns on the ladder to look down at you, but something doesn't click in your mind. No, you're too lost in the view of him to notice anything else.

There's smudges of black oil and dust striped across his shirt and pants, his hands are covered in grime and another black smudge across his cheek. His curls are messy, the obvious sign he's run his hands through them more than once, one eyebrow quirked as he watches you. Maker, he shouldn't be allowed to look such a mess and yet so good.

"Hey you," his lips up turn into an easy smile. "I was hoping I'd see you today. You sort of disappeared last night."

His comment makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you snap back into focus, dropping your eyes to the floor, the memories of last night assailing you.

It had been a momentary lapse in judgement. A split second in that you had a total and utter collapse of any semblance of restraint and under the canopy of bright stars you'd kissed him. In intricate detail you remember the way his eyes had gone wide in surprise, his cheeks tinged pink even in the dim lighting, the way he'd spluttered your name as you pulled away.

Then the reality of what you had done hit quickly, heat flaring across every inch of your skin. He’d stuttered your name a second time and reached for you, but you’d stepped back, shaking your head, an apology attempted and dying on your tongue. Eventually you'd managed to mumble something about remembering some unfinished work and all but run back across the yard, leaving him alone.

"Hey, Poe," his name comes out as barely a squeak which causes a frown from the pilot as he jumps down off the ladder, instead taking up position leaning against his ship, shoving his hands in his pockets as he regards you.

"Are you ok?"

You nod.

"Do you want to talk about the thing that happened last night?"

You shake your head, and it's his turn to nod, taking it in his stride as usual.

"Ok. Do you want to come help me clean the ship?" He gestures to the X-Wing he's been leaning against. You take one glance at the filthy Starfighter before you raise an eyebrow. Poe ran his ships hard and fast, and while he took absolute pride in them, the last mission had left the orange stripes hidden under a thick layer of grime that had been proving difficult to remove.

"Not really?" Finally, finding a more normal voice, you shake your head again, relaxing just a little when it seems that he has no further questions on your kiss.

"Alright, well, now I'm ordering you to help me. I still outrank you, so you still have to do what I say," he grins with a shrug, before giving you a playful wink that should not send your heart careening in your chest the way it does.

Stars, you need to get a grip on yourself. Last night was a mistake. You needed to put it behind you and stop imagining what wasn't ever going to be. The way he reacted said all it needed to. He hadn’t kissed you back and while it hurt, you understood. Some things weren't meant to be.

Poe seems to take your sudden silence as an offence at his words, and he rolls his eyes.

"Ok fine. I'm ordering you to help me clean my ship, please."

Technically, you know he can order you. He won't. You know he'd never pull rank like that. Not for something like this anyway. But if you don't help, you also know you will never hear the end of him complaining about it.

In the end the consequences outweigh the embarrassment and while spending any extended amount of time with the pilot makes you want to crawl into a hole of shame, you know there's no way to avoid it forever.

“Ok, fine, but you’re washing the dirt out of my clothes,” you warn him with a sigh. Poe grins and gives a nod in acknowledgement of your terms, gesturing to the table of tools and cleaning equipment he’s already laid out.

You’re two steps past him when his playful kick to your ass makes you stumble over your own feet.

"Faster minion. This ship isn’t going to cle-” He cuts himself off as you spin on your heel to face him with a growl.

"I swear, one of these days you are going to have a nasty accident with one of these X-Wings and nobody is going to be around to see exactly what happened!"

You try your very best to look threatening, or at least to show some semblance of anger, but when Poe takes a step forward, pointing a spanner at you, and his BB unit rolls between you, ready to defend his friend if it has to, it's hard to stop the smile forming on your lips.

"Did you seriously just threaten me?" He narrows his eyes as you try to glare back, but you can see him desperately trying not to let the smile twitching his lips take over. Finally, he cracks with a soft laugh, "Huh, that's oddly appealing."

Your heart jumps again, the heat creeping out across your skin with just one sentence and a sweet bout of laughter. You have to remind yourself that he doesn’t mean it like that.

Poe doesn't seem to notice your sudden change, or if he does, he thankfully makes no comment, and with the flash of a grin he disappears back up the ladder, getting straight back to work, leaving you with your careening heart and his droid.

BB-8 rolls into your shoes with an annoyed beep.

"What? He was being annoying. You know I wouldn't do that to him," you whisper quietly, kneeling down as the droid tilts its head with a whir.

BB gives another beep in question that makes you giggle and give a small nod.

"Yes,” Another set of beeps makes you smile shyly, “Yes BB, I think he's pretty."

There's a sudden clang of metal hitting the floor and a curse from above you, making you look up sharply to check on the pilot.

Poe's cheeks are tinged pink and his eyes are wide, staring down at you and the droid. It’s not unlike the look he gave you after you had kissed him, and you wonder if he heard your words. Stars, why did you have to make this situation worse?

"Can you two do some actual work?" He frowns after a moment, climbing down the ladder.

BB gives you a beep which earns him a glare.

“I heard that Beebs. You are not the boss and you," an oil covered rag flops over your head as Poe walks past to retrieve his fallen tool, "are supposed to be helping, not distracting my droid."

Rolling your eyes, you pull it off before leaning close to BB-8, whispering quietly enough that you're sure Poe won’t hear you this time.

“Personally, I think you should be the boss too.” The droid gives a pleased beep and your earlier threats against his master are forgiven and forgotten.

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To Poe's credit, he doesn't push you. Not once does he ever make it seem like he's waiting for you to talk about what happened. Or even that he wants you to. He seems quite content to let the entire thing fade into memory.

But the guilt weighs in your stomach, and it makes it hard to continue joining in with his playful banter. And after a while he gives up, allowing you to lapse into silence, lost in your own thoughts.

After a long while you realise what you need to do. The only thing that will make it better. To allow you to move forward, or at least try.

Summoning all the courage you have, you interrupt the silence, your voice coming out louder than you mean in your embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," you blurt out suddenly.

Poe jumps at the sudden noise, banging his head on the ship with an audible clang that echoes out across the hangar, followed swiftly by curses you didn't know existed.

"Sorry for what?" He rubs his head with a groan as he turns to look at you, his eyebrows pulled together in genuine confusion about your sudden outburst apology.

"Last night. I'm sorry about last night." You can help but step forward towards him as he blinks a few times. "Are you ok? Maybe we should have a medic look you over?"

He frowns at you, one hand still holding the back of his head, ignoring your comments about getting him checked over.

"Which part are you sorry for? The part where you stole my hot chocolate? Or the part where you told me my wardrobe was classed as vintage?" He glares at you, evidently still not over your offhand comment about his clothing.

"Kinda is though," you mumble, unable to stop yourself.

"I am not having this argument with you again. Because you're wrong and jealous."

Despite the embarrassment clawing at your insides, you can't help but laugh, and for all his annoyance, he still allows a smile to tug at the corners of his lips. After you stop laughing he pauses, looking at you for a long moment before he sighs, putting his hands on his hips.

"Please tell me you're not apologising for the thing we aren't talking about. Because I don't think you're sorry. Not for any of it really, but least of all for that."

"No, I am. It's just been a long week and I got caught up in the moment and... I didn't… I didn’t mean to do that, " you try desperately to defend yourself as Poe shakes his head.

"Would it be so terrible to tell me the truth?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.

“I… I am.” You stutter quietly, but he continues to look at you expectantly, allowing the silence to stretch out before he turns and goes back to work. But the truth is you are sorry. Well, mostly sorry. Sort of sorry.

Ok you were definitely not sorry you kissed him. You were sorry however, that he hadn’t reacted the way you hoped. But that was entirely different and what would be the point in admitting it? What does it matter other than to make things more awkward?

His insistence that you admit to something gives you a spark of annoyance, and you fold your arms stubbornly, "You can accept my apology, or we can go back to working in silence."

"Alright, well, I'm not accepting your apology," he shrugs, simply climbing back up the ladder and disappearing into the cockpit.

He doesn't say another word and the silence drags out between you. The infuriating pilot makes no effort to fill it other than with the clanging of tools and the occasional whirr and beep of his BB unit, who nudges you from behind, purposely pushing you forwards towards the ladder.

"Stop that,” you sigh as BB gives you another nudge. The droid beeps sadly at you before he nudges you again. “Fine! Fine!"

Taking a deep breath, you lean against the ladder, half shouting up at him as he works.

"Hypothetically speaking, what if I wasn't sorry?"

At first, Poe doesn't make any indication he's even heard you, he continues finishing what he's working on before he finally turns around to lean over the side of the cockpit, giving you a toothy smile as he does.

"Well, hypothetically speaking, if you weren't sorry you kissed me, then maybe I'd tell you how bad I feel that I didn't kiss you back. Entirely hypothetical, but I might admit that for once — and I know this is unusual — I was taken by surprise," he admits, swinging his legs over to climb down the ladder.

You back up to give him space to get down and once he's on the ground he turns to face you, wiping his hands on his pants with a grimace. When they come out no cleaner he stops trying and instead takes the last few steps towards you.

Stopping in front of you, so close that you can smell his aftershave and the sharp tang of engine oil, it reminds you of the previous night. The warmth of his body chasing away the cold beside you, the lingering taste of chocolate on his lips, the soft teasing smile, the exact same smile he was wearing right before you decided to make the worst decision of the night.

The sound of his voice once again pulls you out of your thoughts and into the present.

"Hypothetically speaking, I would like you to do it again. But who knows what terrible things would happen if you admitted the truth for real?"

He playfully bops you on the nose and crossing your eyes, you can see the black mark his finger has left behind. Checking his hands for the cleanest spot he begins attempting to scrub the oil off your face. "You got a little something here."

His playful batting at your face makes you giggle, easing the tension and nerves you had felt building between you. Judging by the frown on his face he's only making the situation worse, and you gently swat his hand away with a laugh. Your mind is still reeling from his words, but he’s watching you with such a gentle openness, it gives you at least the bravery you need to confess the truth.

"The hot chocolate was worth stealing, your clothes are vintage and, I'm not sorry I kissed you. I’m just sorry you didn’t kiss me back." Everything comes out in a rushed jumble of words, desperate to break free and when it does, it doesn’t exactly get the reaction you expected.

As the seconds tick by, the pilot looks around the hangar silently, making you frown in worry, but before you can open your mouth he finally speaks.

"Huh, would you look at that? Nothing terrible happened. I guess admitting the truth isn't so bad?" He teases, making a smile tug at your lips. "I do really like you. Which is a good thing because if anyone else insulted my style the way you did it would be a different story." He pauses to give you a cheeky grin before he continues. "So, now that's out of the way, there's only one thing left to ask. Are you going to kiss me again, or do I have to do it myself?"

Of all the things you expected him to say, that was not one of them. And for a moment you're frozen. You know what you want to do, but your body won't cooperate to follow through, so you stand there, wide eyed in shock while he waits.

That is until there's a shove into the back of your legs, making your knees buckle and causing you to fall forward into Poe's chest. Laughing, he holds you up as his BB unit backs up, beeping away at you both.

Giggling, you give Poe a shrug, jolted out of your panic with all your earlier fears and embarrassment suddenly fading into the background.

“Like the boss says, do it yourself."

Another whir and beep makes you both laugh and Poe shakes his head, cupping your cheek and gently running his thumb over your bottom lip, his eyes steadily holding yours as he speaks.

“Yeah buddy, I think I can take it from here."

With a final soft smile, he brings his lips to yours.

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