#can't get them done until the transfers clear

[quicksilversquared]

now that I’ve finished my quilt project, I can get all of the other things on my to-do list done..or at least that was what I thought, before I started compiling my list of things that need doing.

Turns out that I have put off doing a lot of stuff while trying to finish the quilt and the resulting list is kind of overwhelming. Also it is giving me a lot of ways to put off working on my grad school application (why they aren’t just letting me submit my CV instead of typing stuff out in a little box, I don’t know), which is both very frustrating but also a tiny bit rewarding to be able to check stuff off. But mostly frustrating, because it’s not the important stuff that I’m getting off of the list.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Their Favorite Lipstick Shade on You

141 x fem reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, sexual content, MDNI

Simon - fucking loves lipgloss on you. He loves how shiny and delicate and soft it makes your lips and he can’t get enough of it. He loves the flavored kind so when he kisses you he can get a taste too and it drives him fucking wild.

Bonus if your lipgloss has a shimmer or glitter to it. He’s staring at your lips all day long. They’re just so dainty and pretty, and Simon is a sucker for dainty and pretty things when it comes to you.

And if you match your lipgloss to your panties? Expect to have Simon pressing your knees to your ears and fucking you until your lipgloss is completely wiped off.

Johnny - goes crazy when you wear anything that transfers to his skin easily. He loves when you mark him up. He prefers you wear bright colors for this specific reason because it shows up more on his skin. If you wear black lipstick? He's done for. You wear a bright pink? He's begging you to suck him off so he has your lipstick stains on his cock.

If you're out shopping for lipsticks he's coming with you so you can test how the color not only looks on your skin, but all over his neck and cheeks too. I feel like he'd get a cheeky little tattoo of your kiss mark somewhere on him so your lips are always on him.

Gaz - absolutely loves when you do lip combos where the outline of your lips are darker than the middle. He would adore the way you ombre your lips so perfectly making them look so beautiful and pouty. And if you put a bit of lip oil on over it to make it glossy? You have to fight him off so he doesn't kiss it off of you. It took you a while to blend the combo in correctly!

He loves lip oils on you. Especially just a basic clear one that accentuates your natural lip tone and makes your lips all glassy. They just look so soft and kissable and he just can't stop staring at them.

You could be talking to him and he never looks at your eyes. He's hyperfocused on your glassy, pretty lips and how he wishes they were on him, just nodding at whatever you're saying so you keep looking at him.

Price - Price is a simple man. He likes just plain, classic, red lipstick on you. His personal favorite is dark red matte because of how sexy and seductive the color is on you. If you show up on a date with him wearing dark red lipstick, he's holding your cheek and running a thumb over your lips while you talk to him, admiring how sexy they look.

He loves to watch you reapply your lipstick too. It's so mesmerizing seeing his pretty little doll dress up for him. He'd ask to help you reapply it which you comply and hand him the tube of lipstick as he delicately holds your head and swipes the velvety color over your lips. You watch him intently as he takes his time admiring your lips. When he's finished, and you're surprised at how well of a job he did, it doesn't last long before he's making out with you, smearing the freshly done coat of lipstick on his and your face.

Oh, and don't think that's where it stops either, because he's definitely pushing you onto your knees so you suck him off, leaving kiss marks all on his lower tummy and thighs as well as your lipstick smeared on his cock.

He would have a polaroid photo of you two with your signature red kiss mark on the bottom on the white tab of the photo that he keeps with him at all times. He laminated it so the mark never wipes off, keeping your kiss with him always.

[lizzyk137]

Next Step into Our Forever- Spencer Reid Fanfic (Spencer X Reader)

Summary: Spencer and you have been together for a while and you're upset since you can't take the next step in your relationship, but Spencer has done something to help out. Warnings: Light mentions of Unsub, light mention of unsub torture, angst, fluffy, mentions of adoption

Your laughter filled Spencer's ears and he couldn't help the smile from stretching across his lips. They had just gotten to work and Jack and Henry was present in the bull pen, excited for the FBI's annual bring your child to work day. Both were dressed up, wanting to look like little adults, ready and eager to pretend to work with their parents.

He knew how excited you were to see all the kids, in fact you worked with children majority of your time at the FBI until you were transferred over to the BAU. The minute you walked through the elevator towards the double doors, a smile on your face as you passed him, you stole his heart. It was love at first sight and he was head over heels for you. It took him awhile to get the courage to ask you out, but once he did, you were inseparable.

You had been together for a few years and the thought of expanding your small family was always present, it was something you both wanted dearly, and it ate you alive because you couldn't give Spencer that anymore. After being caught by an Unsub, you have lost the ability of carrying a baby, something that ate at Spencer because he couldn't get to you in time.

You had never blamed Spencer or your team for not finding you in time. It wasn't their fault; it was the Unsub's fault for having such a mindset. You would never admit it but at night you'd cry yourself to sleep, the guilt tearing at your heart. Spencer had always wanted a family full of kids, as did you, but you couldn't give that to Spencer. At any moment, Spencer could leave, the reality that you couldn't make him a father could become too much.

Spencer took a sip of his coffee, the caffeine making his body happy and energized since you cut down on his caffeine intake, saying it wasn't healthy. He was happy to see you genuinely smiling around kids again, it had taken you awhile for the false smile to disappear, the pain to subside.

He heard your cries at night, the urge to comfort you so overwhelming, but he knew it was the last thing you wanted. He tried to make it easier for you, he's wanting to become a father was not as important than you. He'd give anything up for you and this want to become a father, which he had come to terms with not happening once he saw you lying there on the Unsub's table, couldn't come close to the need to have you by his side.

The morning moved by swiftly, your attention to all the kids that came by to collect stamps of each area of the FBI's headquarters didn't lessen. If you hadn't joined the FBI, Spencer thought you would have made a great teacher. One o'clock rang out, and you made your way over to his desk, your hands finding his shoulders and lightly massaging them. Your hands were incredible. You were incredible and he suppressed a moan from escaping his lips.

Your lips made their way to his left ear, your breath tickling his neck and giving him goosebumps, the urge to have you on his desk washing over him. "You ready for lunch?" Your voice sweet, interrupting his dirty thoughts.

He shook his head, like he was trying to clear away his dirty thoughts as he took one of your hands in his and you both made your way to one of the windows, sitting down on the floor. You each pulled out your lunch and ate. Usually, lunch was filled with laughter and nonstop talking, but today it was quiet, and Spencer was trying to figure out how to bring up what he wanted to talk to you about.

He wasn't sure if you were going to be upset with what he did, but he thought maybe it would help. "Um, Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

He smiled as you took a big bite of your sandwich, your feet and head slightly swaying back and forth, something you didn't realize that you did when you were happy. "Please, don't be upset with me but I did something?"

Your eyebrows went up as you turned to face him. "Oh? And what is that?"

"I know you've been upset." Spencer started. "And I know you try to hide it." A sigh escaped your lips at his words. "I might be overstepping, but I put in a few applications to some adoption centers for us and I got a reply from one about visiting one of their centers. If you want, we could go and visit."

His voice was careful and slow, trying not to hurt you with his words, but your face was unreadable, and he didn't know what to expect.

Suddenly your face softened, "Oh, Spence." Your sandwich was suddenly discarded as you wrapped your arms around him. "I didn't know if you would want to go that way."

His arms pulled your close to his body, you were practically on his lap, and he could feel your body tremble a little as he felt his shoulder start to get wet. "I would do anything for you. If this is important to you then I'd do it, if you didn't want this then I'd forget about it right away. I just want you happy."

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It was a year since Spencer brought up adoption and here you were a year later, preparing the house you both bought for your two babies that were about to come home. You weren't thinking about adopting two kids, but when you saw a brother and sister sitting by the window drawing, you knew you had to bring them both home together.

It took a year for all the paperwork to go through and for Spencer and you to bond with each of them. Sammy, a sweet five-year old boy with a mop of curly blonde hair had taken a bit to warm up, protective of his four-year old sister, Annie, who was more than welcoming right away.

But now they were legally your children, and you were so excited for them to be able to be with them and watch them grow up.

Arms circled around your waist as you stared at the playroom in front of you and your head resting back against Spencer's shoulder. "Are you ready?"

The smile overtaking your lips was your reply. "Are you?" You looked up at him, his lips a few inches from yours. He nodded before reaching down to kiss your lips.

"I'm glad it's you by my side as we take this next step in our forever."

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

This will be more of a personal post sprinkled with some thoughts on AYS?!, so for those interested strictly in shipping content, you can skip this.

I couldn't help myself yesterday to wait until my work schedule was done. So I watched the first two episodes during lunch break and work, while using the keyboard from time to time to not appear offline.

And then a second time in the evening, without as many interruptions. I even texted my sister to remind her that the episodes have been released (she has JK's songs on her playlists and that's where it stops). My tone was very casual, as if I just remembered it was already up. As if I haven't actually been thinking and obsessing about that show for a year now. But that's because I can't let this online, fandom "life" seep through my other, "real" one. I've always struggled with my feelings of shame over being part of such spaces. Which is why I avoided them completely. Up until four years ago. I'm still dealing with it. I don't want to tell people that I have an interest in a kpop ship and that it's been ongoing for a few years now. It feels to foreign to the image I allow others to have of me and this kpop stuff is childish to say the least. I've fallen victim to the talking points I've argued against intellectually. But life doesn't work that way. My rational brain doesn't get along with my feelings.

So I keep my thoughts about shipping, fandoms, jikook here. And I share them with friends and people that have a connection to it. It's why I have a blog. So I can post a photo of jikook holding hands at the beginning of their journey and at least 10 people will understand it cause they like the same thing. I'm not a loser on my own here so the thought feels comforting.

I didn't have specific expectations about AYS?!, but I felt happy watching it. It was different, but a good different. Having the opporrtunity to witness them from morning till evening without any interruptions painted an interesting picture and it's the first time to see some parts of their dynamic.

They bicker, they flirt, they get lovingly annoyed, they get bored, they get silent, they get touchy. It feels more real than any 2-min clip from a Memories DVD could possibly show us. I don't want picture perfect jikook because it doesn't exist. Being in stan spaces, all I see everyday is worship, a mentality that is then transfered to the people surrounding the idol. But I don't want JK to worship Jimin 24/7 or vice versa. That's not a real relationship of any kind. I want to see them treat each other like they're just people. Which is what they did. Too bad that some have interpreted that as negative when in fact all we got were clear signs of actual closeness. And nothing beats it like Jungkook's attitude towards Jimin being sick. Shippers/supporters have clips and endless arguments on hand to explain the closeness between jikook, but honestly? That first evening in the cabin when JM was in the bathroom and subsequently the next morning should be the sole argument from now on. It can't be more obvious if it hit us in the head.

It's not about needing confirmation at every step of them being a couple. At least I don't need that. In the long run, it wouldn't even matter if they're not. What's noticeable is that they appear to be one and that doesn't come out of thin air.

Is my mood volatile these days? Yes. Actually these past few months. Do I need this show as one of those feel good series? Definitely, because there's nothing else out there to catch my attention in terms of tv content. I don't want to pick apart and poke holes and question every single line to make myself feel miserable. Everything else is too bad and I am too lame so I rely on this show for a short, temporary thing that improves my mood. I don't care about other things, doubts or worries. I really really just want to enjoy jikook doing whatever they want. I don't have high standards.

[kingdoms-and-empires]

Adoriel's Tears Review

I recently had to go travel and read a few works that I never got around to reading but was interested in.

PLEASE REMEMBER THIS REVIEW IS DONE BY ME AS A READER AND IS MY OWN OPINION.

This means I will review in accordance to my own tastes, how the game caters to me, and what I feel. Do not take my word as gospel, what I may not be interested in or dislike, may be what YOU are interested and love!!!

@adoriels-tears-if

Synopsis:

Adoriel's Tears are a gift.

A light offered to the inhabitants of Terrybiël to end the conflicts that oppress the Four Peoples and eradicate the evil that was crawling on the continent.

But every light has its shadow and sometimes gifts are poisonous. For if magic comes from the heart, it takes a soul to master it, and fortunate are those who manage to find it. Without a counterpart, without a familiar, a Tear is nothing.

Just a curse. A child of madness. The darkness on Terrybiël. What must be destroyed before they destroy you.

Adoriel's Tears are a gift. At least for the others.

You're long past the point where your heart and soul should be singing together, and yet you're gifted. That's what made you lose everything you had as a child. Now, an opportunity presents itself. Should you take it, is it the right thing to do?

Without a soul and with a magic you can't control, the journey will be a risky one.

Especially since the smell of madness and blood is getting heavier and heavier on Terrybiël. Will you be able to fix everything, to find what you're looking for? Nothing is less sure.

And yet, this voice is calling you, whispering:

Come ! Come to me ! Come to me and don't be afraid.

Review:

The Good: Tobias is Ken, do not fight me on this.

Also, i wasnt aware what Snow was until i looked it up:

SO FREAKING CUTE!

Anyways, I had a lot of fun with this one. It lures you into a false sense of security and wholesomeness only to abruptly show the player and MC the reality of the world. That their mother had been protecting them for a reason. The family dynamics, relationships between characters, and drama crafted got me in my feels enough to care! I also got to name my plushie rabbit Optimus Prime, which was fucking hilarious:

Also i had alot of fun with the parental drama the MC can have with their father

Ashleyn:

And with his fuckboi bros:

Adoriel's Tears does that thing really well, that thing that lets the reader fill in the blanks and make up their own assumptions for the characters until we actually meet them. Plus it lets us act out and be brats so we can break the hearts of all the adults around us that try their best!

Also there's moments like this:

That honestly just adds that bit of humor that works without cause friction for the rest of the tone.

There was also a specific passage that felt emotionally charged and intense. Youll know what im talking about once you reach it, because it is very memorable. Without spoiling, it feels like justice coming forth to smite those that have wronged you.

The Bad: I know that Chapter 1 is a transfer from the original Choicescript, and it shows. The author has already expressed wanting to polish and clean it up, which i think is the right step as the second chapter and onwards have a clear jump in quality. There were numerous spelling and grammatical errors, but given that chapter 1 is four years old, and that the author is not a native English speaker (is French) that can be excused and fixed. I was able to submit errors I came across, so the author will be able to fix what i found in a future update. I do recommend that those who play any IF out there to submit anything they find as authors need us to beta test! Their eyes literally begin to glaze over the words theyve seen for the thousandth time lol.

The Ugly: I encountered moments where the MC feels very sensitive and too friendly, or the opposite where the choices can give an extreme negative reaction in response. I'd like for the inclusion of a more middle ground MC. In addition to that, there where times where my immersion (self insert, remember) broke as my boy MC felt too "feminine" without letting us choose to act it or not. Idk how to describe it other than that lol, but it stood out to me.

The Aftermath: I would recommend this to anyone that wants a good family dynamic/drama, and if characters and their relationships with each other are important to you. There's a lot of promise, potential, and "oh shit" moments that can/will happen (18+ tag, remember?) that only leaves me wanting more. The worldbuilding done allows for some really gripping story telling, and from what we see so far, itll impact the story. Seriously, the worldbuilding here is unique, and WILL stand out as we keep seeing the same ole same ole elsewhere in this genre. It's a fantasy story that keeps itself grounded by using likable characters who have realistic flaws that provide entertainment for us.

[barleyo]

Hii! Merry Christmas<3 Can I request some nsfw for sir nighteye please? He works late and doesn’t get home until really late at night and the reader is kinda sad because they’re lonely without him. Ty :))

All I Want For Christmas.

Sir Nighteye x F! Reader (smut)

A/N: As you can probably tell, I got the request last year during Christmas. Shame on me for taking so long, I truly apologize. You can beat me up if you wish, anon, I wouldn't blame you </3 (also if you noticed re-used writing of mine from other fics in this... mind your business)

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags: Nighteye's real name used, smut, p, handjobs, oral (f receiving), established relationship

The holidays were always hard. Mirai was dedicated to his job, being Sir Nighteye and all, even as the winter months approached. He never forgot about them, per se, but he never made much room for them. He tried to get off of work earlier when he met you, making sure that he would at least see you before you went to bed every night. A call, a text, anything. He did his best, but no matter how hard he tried, work was his driving force in life.

You tried to not let it bother you, you knew the hardships that came with being with a pro hero. You kept that thought in your head as you stood near the oven, bending down to shove your last batch of cookies in. 

You had been baking the whole day in preparation for Christmas. Hoping that Mirai would join you, you had an apron sitting on the dining room table for him, but that hope had faded out at around 9:30 P.M. when you realized it would be another late night of work for him. Your hands trembled a bit, the heat of the pans seeping through your old, worn oven mitts as you transferred a hot tray to your makeshift cookie decoration station.

You slapped icing on the warm cookies, blowing on them as the sweet frosting melted off of the tops. Your table had become cluttered and messy, with icing, sprinkles, flour, and crumbs dusting the tablecloth. 

“Damn it,” you mumbled, slipping your thumb into your mouth after catching a scoop of icing on it. You took a whole cookie, hands fidgeting at its warmth as you struggled to hold it, and took a bite, trying to enjoy yourself as much as you could, despite your husband's absence.

“They look nice.”

“Hmph?" You spun around quickly, hand wiping quickly at the crumbs on your lips. Your eyes relaxed when you noticed the familiar green tufts of hair and golden eyes before you. “Yeah, I’ve been making them all day.” She held back from adding 'no thanks to you' at the end of her sentence.

“Do you need any help? I don’t have to go into the office tomorrow. I can help out for as long as you need me to tonight.” Mirai offered his hand out to you, but let it fall down to his side when you coldly turned away from him.

“Most of the work is done already, I don’t think I need your help.” You winced at her own words, feeling the venom they were laced with. “I think you should just head to bed. I can handle this."

His stoney face didn’t budge, he clearly wasn’t satisfied with your answer. “I’m sure you can, but I’d like to help you. I enjoy spending time with you, doing things that you enjoy.” Rolling up his sleeves, he began clearing the table of the cookie cutters and mixing bowls, placing them softly in the sink. “I will wash those later, do not worry.” 

You ignored his words and tried to urge him away again. “Aren’t you tired from work? I really think you should go to sleep. Working for so long just to come home and do more work can't be healthy.”

“Is that what this is about then? Me working so long?”

“No, it’s not. And there is no ‘this,’ nothing is going on,” you scoffed, dripping more red icing onto a stray cookie.

There was silence for a moment before you felt arms wrap around your waist, firm but gentle. You placed the icing bag down on the table and tried to look, but your neck couldn’t crane far enough to see him. He slouched down, resting his head on your shoulder.

“I have been neglecting you, haven’t I?”

“Mirai, no, it’s not like that, I know your job is Important. I can’t imagine how hard it is to be a hero, but I just wish…” your voice fizzled out a bit when his large hands started to travel up and down your body, stopping at your chest momentarily.

“That I’d make more time for you? I hear you, dear. I’m not being fair, am I? Here you are, doing all of this alone, and during the holidays. Leaving you alone at a time like this isn’t considerate. Leaving you alone at all isn’t right on my part.”

He licked a stripe over your neck, sucking on the spot softly. His teeth edged the skin, leaving a small purple mark on it. After examining it once more, he let go of you and spun your body around to face him.

“I know you’ve missed me,” Mirai said softly, “I’ve missed you too. Being with you, feeling you, all of it. Can I show you how much I’ve missed you?” 

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Please.”

He used his long, thin fingers to untie the knot at the back of your apron, shooting it down to the floor. He made quick work of your pants too, leaving only your shirt on.

Before he touched you, you quickly made your move and unbuckled his belt, slipping his cock out swiftly.

Giving a few, testing strokes, you held as much of his cock that she could manage in your fist. You went fast, tip to base, knowing he would want to stop to please you instead. He shuttered a bit, hips threatening to snap into your hand. 

“You spoil me," he said softly into your ear, jaw tensing with each stroke, "but right now is not about me. I want to apologize to you, to make you feel good. Let me.” 

You didn't let go, instead you focused on the head of his cock, rolling it in your hands. “Not until you cum. I've waited too long for this."

Mirai took a breath through his nose and huffed at you. "Fine." 

He stopped holding his composure and let himself sink into the pleasure that your hand provided. He could cum quite quick if he let himself go, but his tense nature let him last quite a while in other circumstances. 

His breathing went ragged and sharp. He brought his hips back and forth, fucking into your hand desperately. He pulled your hand off of his dick before he could cum, not honoring your little agreement.

"Hey, you promised," you whined, frustration crossing your face while you looked up at him.

"I know. I am such a liar, aren't I?" His breathy laugh fanned your face, and the small smile he flashed was enough to erase any anger you had in that moment.

He placed his hand gently on your face, tipping your head to look up at him.  "Do you want my mouth, or do you want me to fuck you?"

"Your mouth." You felt his hands manhandle you upwards, placing your body on the table behind you.

"Good. I always like when you choose that option."

His mouth made quick work, tongue already gliding small circles around your clit. 

"Stop moving," he said, pressing his tongue flatly on your mound. Your legs kept pressing together, as if you were trying to push him away. He slipped one hand between your thighs and forcefully held them apart. 

His large tongue slid through your wet folds, slowly teasing through, from your entrance to her pulsing clit. He stopped at your clit again and clasped his lips around it, sucking on the tender bud. He let  dribbles of spit fall from his mouth onto your cunt, only slurp it back up again to keep you wet and messy.

Not hesitating, you reached your hand down and gripped his hair, holding him in place, and rolled your hips onto his face. 

He didn't mind, simply letting a soft laugh escape his lips. It was cute, the way you took what you wanted from him. 

Your legs stuttered as you moved, twitching while moans caught in your throat. Your hands still pushed his face into your cunt. The feeling of his nose nudging your clit sent you over the edge. A sweet wave crashed over you, making you practically vibrate with pleasure.

After your grip on his hair loosened, your husband stood up and looked down at you, eyes peeking past his fogged up glasses.

"So, do you think you can forgive me now?" 

You rolled your eyes at the smirk that played on his lips and shook your head. Rolling over, you pushed your ass up against the tent in his boxers. 

"Not yet."

[cokou]

𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙰𝚕𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝

tw. uh, smut?. MDNI. ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ a/n. SO IF I'M GONNA WRITE FOR PENG, I GOTTA WRITE FOR HIM TOO. // Don't translate or transfer my works, will not be cross posted anywhere! This is my only account. Masterlist

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

—decided that wiping you down is a great idea after sex, wiping off the dripping cum and your sweat off of you would definitely be his aftercare.

B = Body Part (Their favorite part of theirs and also their partner's)

—His favorite part of his s/o's body would be their tits, simply because he could spend eternity of his time buried in them or squeezing them as much like stress balls. It doesn't matter how big or small it is, he'll praise you no matter what.

—His favorite part of his body would be his arms and fingers, absolutely loves fingering you to get your reaction as he watches you contain yourself. Takes pride of the tattoos on his arm as well, love it when you trail your lips all over it.

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

—His cum would be shaded as #EADEDE, it's thick and salty due to his unusual diet. A fan of finishing inside you, loves seeing his cum drip out of your entrance.

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

—He steals your panties and masturbates with it on his mouth or dragging it with his dick, cumming on the fabric and tossing it on his laundry to wash it and quietly put it back in your closet in the middle of the night.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

—A shit ton of experience, you had no idea how he knew all the things that needed to be done to pleasure a woman, he'd have you orgasm just by using his fingers.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

—Missionary, absolutely loves seeing all your fucked out reactions on your face.

—Mating Press, to reach deeper inside you and make you squirm even more.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humourous etc.?)

—He smiles and grins at you a lot and doesn't really talk, all conversations shared in bed are either reassuring if everything is okay with whatever he was doing. Overall, he only grins at whatever is happening, he clearly enjoys it.

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

—It's messy down there with clear sights of razor cuts, it's slightly darker than his hair being #91563A, trims it once a month.

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

—Absolutely fucking wild as hell, he'd hammer you on the bed frame until the bed breaks and he won't even care if it does, he's rough as well but on the romantic aspect, he slows down once in a while do let you breath properly.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcannon)

—Yes, he jerks of almost everywhere, on a mission? hell yes. Brings his horniness everywhere even during duties or meetings with Law, he can't stop pumping his dick out of his pants.

K = Kinks (one or more of there kinks)

—Rough Sex, totally dominates you in bed with your legs thrown over his shoulders.

—Cum inflation, loves filling all your holes if he could, he doesn't mind having to cum anywhere as long as it's inside you. A yes when it comes to inside your cunt.

—Threesome, a threesome with Penguin would always be a go for him, however he'd ask you first if it was totally fine for you to bring him into the bedroom with you two.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

—Dare I say on the meeting room, sitting besides each other will never be a crime, except he snakes his hands on your thighs and eventually leads into him fingering you on your chair while Law discusses what to do for the next mission he assigns everyone, completely dumbfounded, you even attracted some crewmates with the faces you were doing and asking if you were okay.

—The classical bedroom of course, above all places it's where sex should take over.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, keeps them going)

—If you think about it on a much Modern Setting, watching porn would boost his sex drive so much, practically watching whenever you're out of reach motivates him so, so much.

—Using toys on you, he regularly thinks of which or what toys you would enjoy in bed.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn off's)

—anything that involves bodily fluids such as piss or shit.

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

—In between, but prefers giving oral to you. Is in the idea of cunnilingus and loves eating you out. It mostly happens as a foreplay to make you're all ready for when the main action begins. Hell his experience makes it unbelievable.

—Although if you utterly insist of giving him a blow job he'd never say no, he grabs a handful of your hair and sees how much of him you can take, would push you deeper to make you gag on him.

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

—Fast and rough almost all the time, he doesn't have a particular reason on why he enjoys it. But seeing as you enjoyed it as much as he did, then he had no problem having it that way. But occasionally, whenever you two catch up on an argument he slows down and beats you through it making you beg for him to go faster and it boosts his ego.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often)

—While it does happen, it's only rare. Being it whenever you two are extremely busy or going on a mission that serves days, but it does happen, not all the time but still does.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks)

—Yes, yes, yes. The amount of times you two were almost caught by EVERYONE is unimaginable, having you fucked on the meeting room or the engine room, it never ever went straight to the bedroom. Going inside of his best friend, Penguins bed room and fucking you there while he was out of his room.

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

—He can keep his Stamina long enough for 4 rounds, but likes the idea of overstimulation, so if his s/o reluctantly agrees, they'll continue jerking him off or riding him till he basically cums nothing. About 7 rounds if you ask me.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On their partner or theirself?)

—He owns a lot of varieties, a dildo, paddles, vibrators, and even those remote controlled vibrators. Uses them 100% on their partners when they agree, sticks the remote controlled ones on your clit while on public and seeing how much you can handle.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

—Teasing isn't really his forte, it rarely ever happens, usually you're the one to initiate teasing on him but however it doesn't really happen, he's game to flirting though.

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

—He moans lowly and pants, he isn't that loud but it can be heard half way through the room. He tries his best to conceal it but terribly fails and it shows.

W = Wildcard (A random headcannon for the character)

—Shares everything you guys do to Penguin, he brags about the tiniest thing you both shared to his best friend, mostly to make him jealous that he got you first than him. He doesn't stop within detailed in bed, he details it so well that (maybe) it started feeling like Penguin knows just as much as Shachi does.

X = X-ray (Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

—It's messy with razor cuts down near to his abdomen, it curves downwards, slightly darker than his skin tone #D3BDA3, tip is #D29A89, trimmed once a month, 7.54 in and girth is 3.76, fluid #EADEDE flavor is salty and it takes over your tongue.

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

—Extremely high, is always on the go. He is always the first one to initiate having to do it with you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

—Always the first one to be knocked out asleep, he's tired after all. He snores lightly with his arm on his face covering his eyes when he drifts off to sleep.

©Cokou 2024, all works belong to me.

[simvanie]

7 Sins Legacy - generation 4 (pride)

While Rohan made an attempt to stop Supriya from walking away, Supriya barely noticed that the musicians had cleared the floor for Suraj, who had taken his place behind the microphone: "Dear friends and colleagues, I would like to make an official public announcement tonight..."

Rohan: I don't get it. You've done more for our campaign in the past weeks than everyone else combined. And we are so close to winning the city's elections, why would you suddenly want to leave?

Supriya: Oh you really want to know? Imagine what will happen to the party when I quit- With all the publicity I've had, it'll be on the front page of the newspapers, and journalists will be lining up because they want to know why. And I'll tell them exactly why they're better off voting for someone other than... you.

Rohan: This job interview is for another political party, isn't it? Tell me, do you actually want to work there? Or is it because you think that you can't get to where you actually want to be in this party, so you've built your walls so high that you've completely closed yourself off from everything that has to do with it. And the only option you think you have left is to run away. Because if so, I hate to break it to you, but you probably won't make yourself happy with that decision.

"...I assume many of you already heard speculations, so it probably won't come as a surprise that the rumors are true. I want you all to know that I've decided to officially retire...."

Supriya: Oh! That's rich coming from someone who has it easy with his influential dad arranging everything for him! And you don't know what is best for me-

Rohan: Please, listen to me. It doesn't mean that I don't agree with you- Everyone deserves an equal chance, but you also have to know that there is a big chance that you'll encounter similar kind of situations somewhere else. Especially in this political world.

Supriya: What do you want then?! Do you want me to stay so I can congratulate you when your dad announces that you will get the position? Because I'm NOT going to do that- Besides, if you agree that everyone deserves an equal chance, WHY HAVEN'T YOU DONE SOMETHING ABOUT IT?!

" ...and that is why I, along with all our colleagues in the party, have unanimously decided to give the position as party leader to Supriya."

Suraj turned towards Supriya. "If you want it of course. So, what do you say?"

Supriya couldn't believe if she had heard it right and had to take a second while everyone slowly turned their heads towards her. "...Y- yes, yes of course!"

Suraj smiled and gave her a nod before turning his attention back to the public. "Very well, I suggest we leave the technicalities for the transfer until Monday and spend the rest of the night enjoying this gala that my lovely wife helped organizing."

Supriya: Did you- I... I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Rohan: Congratiulations, you deserve it. Supriya: It's- This is amazing... That you did this!!! Oh, you've no idea what this means to me, I could kiss you right now! I-

.... Rohan: ...So why don't you?

For the first time, the feeling that had been slowly creeping up on Supriya since she met Rohan, and that she had been trying to ignore and push away ever since she found out that Rohan was Suraj's son, slipped through the walls she had so carefully built.

Rohan: ....Since I don't think you have to get up early tomorrow morning anymore, what do you say if we, when this gala is over, get some takeout from that new Mexican place near your apartment to celebrate? Supriya: Hm, I'd love that.

[not-so-allegiant-general]

Post-canon Kylux with sex worker Hux and his bodyguard Kylo, it came out quite sweet i would say, enjoy!

"I…ah, I actually find it a bit easier that way. Doing it for money, not for a career…"

"You… What did you just say? "

"You've heard"

" You… Done it for a career?"

"A few times."

" It never occurred to you that sucking my dick would help your career?"Hux laughed.

"Would you make me a Grand Marshall? Do not answer that. I only slept with people that I could kill later. Do you have a place to stay, Ren?" He leaned on a door frame. Kylo cleared his throat and shook his head. Hux rolled his eyes. "Of course. Come in then. Just do not destroy anything."

"Will you… "

"I highly advise you not to end that sentence. Unless you have two thousand credits lying around." Kylo frowned

" You are bluffing. I don't believe they are paying that much for a…" He froze, looking around the apartment. It was… Nice was an understatement.

"What were you saying?" Hux hummed.

"Never mind. Is that a rifle? "

"Sometimes it's handy. Not everyone understands simple words. They need a weapon pointed at them to take me seriously." Ren was looking at the gun.

"Do you need a bodyguard?" Kylo glanced at him. Hux raised his eyebrow.

"I don't know. Do you have any… references?" Kylo snorted and pulled out his sword, turning it on. "See… The problem is that if you cut my clients in half they are no use."

"I will behave."

"I don't have money to pay you." Said Hux fixing his silky robe. Kylo snorted. Like hell, he thought to himself.

" I just need a place to stay. You do have more than one room." Hux lit a cigarette—an expensive kind of one. Kylo observed. "And I believe some of your clients deserve to be cut in half. Right?" Hux smiled, amused.

"You can stay for a week, then we will see"

Kylo stayed for much longer. And quickly became very handy in some situations. And quickly became obsessed with watching Hux get dressed up. He became obsessed with Hux's eyes. With his hair, his smile, and his voice. And when Hux was talking, Kylo was even madder. Mad with want, mad with jealousy, mad with need.

And when his third client was found dead, Hux had his suspicions, when it was his fifth, he knew. He packed his things, transferred credits, took his rifle, and left sleeping Kylo in the apartment. In the morning, the knight found only a dog tag on the cabinet and a note.

"Flat is yours. Stay away."

He did stay away for a while. He transferred his credits, bought clothes, and introduced himself as Prince Amidala. It was just a matter of time. He knew that this was a game, in which Hux was not a prey. He was a hunter. So the knight became a good prize. Big money, bad reputation. After a few weeks, he invited Hux to his hotel room on Canto Bait.

"So you do have two thousand credits after all…"

"So it seems"

"Prince Amidala" Hux snorted, "You were never subtle"

"You knew?"

"Of course. I am not an idiot. I told you to stay away."

"I can't. Hux… I can give you whatever you want."

"You can't. Things I wanted are long gone." Kylo sighed, "But… The deal we had was good. Until you started killing my clients." Kylo pressed his lips together.

"You don't actually need money. And if you do, I can give it to you."

Hux considered him with an amused smile.

"This is a generous offer, my Prince. The one I have to decline. I have no intentions of becoming a slave or someone's property, contrary to popular belief, I can't be bought."

"You fuck for credits, Hux" Ren hissed. " If this is not the definition of…"

"I have plenty of money, as you observed. I have a place to stay. I have a ship and connections. You are only mad because you can't possess me in a way that some people around here can. It makes you look like a fool, Kylo Ren. If you think that I care about or want any of them, you are mistaken. But it is indeed a profitable way of gaining not only credits but informations too." Hux sat down on the couch and stretched his legs. "I don't need your money; I don't need your protection; I don't need your dick. If that's everything you have to offer, I will have to decline." Ren was staring at him in silence.

"What do you care about, then?" He asked. Hux smiled.

"I enjoyed your company until you sliced Senator Raro in half. He was an important man, after all. And people saw me with you. It was only a matter of time until local authorities would connect the dots. And then they would run me through databases, and you know what would happen then, Ren? One lovely morning, I would be dragged out of bed by Renovated Republic Special Forces, cuffed, and put on trial for everything I did to them. What a bodyguard you are." Hux sighed. Kylo didn't think about it before, but now it made sense. Suddenly, he felt incredibly stupid.

"I… "

"Didn't think about it? I know. You never think. The second you are engaged with something, you see only yourself and your sword. Do not deny. You did not kill these people to protect me, you did it out of jealousy." Kylo closed his mouth. It was true. Hux sighed, massaging his temples. He stood up and went to the bedroom door. Kylo caught his wrist, stopping him. "What? Is that not a reason for your invite, Prince Amidala?" His smile was soft, and there was amusement in his eyes, but Ren saw mockery behind that carefully crafted mask.

"I know what will happen. You will give me what I want, I will fall asleep, and you will leave me. And this time, I won't be able to find you that easily." Softness disappeared from Hux's face and was replaced with an almost neutral look. Something between boredom and indifference.

"You did learn something after all." Hux glared at his wrist in Kylo's hand, and Ren let him go quickly. Hux looked at him for a while. "Can we… Lay down?" Ren blinked but nodded slowly. He followed Hux to the bedroom. Hux took off most of his clothes, leaving a black undershirt and underwear. Kylo smiled, amused, he didn't know he would see regulation FO sleepwear ever again. But here it was, on Hux who was now lying in his bed. Kylo followed his example and soon laid down next to him. He felt Hux's head on his shoulder. He expected… A few things, but Hux just fell asleep. Kylo went still and held his breath for a few seconds, and then laid there in silence until he drifted away. He woke up, panicked that Hux wouldn't be next to him anymore. But Hux was there. Awake, he was looking at the ceiling, and he glanced at Kylo.

"What about me…?" Kylo asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You don't need my money, protection, or dick, however, I would like to say that you would like the last one." Hux rolled his eyes," but I can offer you myself. With money, protection, and dick, or without it. This is yours to decide." Hux smiled

"You got yourself a deal." He laid on Kylo's chest and said, "I hope you do have a better self-restraint than in the past. You will need it, to keep that monstrosity in your pants. Because I am not interested in that kind of relationship with you." Hux quirked his head, observing him. Ren furrowed his brow, looking at him with a mix of confusion and reserve. He was silent for a long moment. And then he seemed to relax.

"Alright." He said simply. Hux watched him for a moment and then placed his head on Kylo's chest, closing his eyes.

"Hux…?"

"Hm?"

"May I… may I kiss you, though?" Hux smiled, amused, and looked at him again.

"Yes." The kiss was slow and too tender for Hux's taste. But at the same time, there was something so honest and raw about it that he couldn't stop. He let Kylo pull him closer and moved back only after a long moment. " Seems like you need a cold shower, prince Amidala." He shot at Ren a mean grin. Kylo mumbled something back and hit him with a pillow, getting up. Hux smiled, holding a pillow, looking at how Ren disappeared behind a bathroom door.

He was dressed in a minute. And the next moment, he was at the door. And he hesitated. He placed his hand flat on the door, breathing slowly. Since Order was destroyed, his life has been a constant run. He was moving from place to place, changing names and faking documents. And here he had an opportunity. Opportunity to stay, to feel safe, and to rest. He looked back at the bedroom door and then leaned against the wall. He didn't know how much time he stood like that.

Certainly, more than enough for someone to take a shower. More than enough for someone to dress up and leave. And yet Ren wasn't done, and Hux was still here. Kylo went out of the bathroom and looked at him, almost surprised by his presence.

"Hux…?"

"You gave me time to leave." Hux realized. Kylo smiled.

"And you stayed." Hux looked lost for a moment, confused. This simple statement was so wrong, so against his nature, that it was almost unreal. And yet he stayed.

"I…" He breathed out. Kylo offered him his hand.

"Come back to bed? It's still late." He said with hope, "I get all the rules. You call the shots here. If you want to leave in the morning, you will. But come now." Hux accepted his hand slowly and let him lead himself to the bedroom again.

He knew that in the morning he would dress up again, and again he would approach the door with the same uncertain hesitation.

But this time, he will surely leave. There was no other possibility.

And then, when he was lying awake in the middle of the night staring at the ceiling, he realized the terrible truth.

He didn't want to leave.

[peppermintquartz]

The newcomers here at Harbor generally are decent people who want to work with aircraft, and Tommy gets along with most of them.

Today, however, brings a challenge in the shape of two broad-shouldered kids - 28 years old Zed Ryder and Jamie Hughes, the two of them cousins, recently transferred in from 124 to replace Starr and Kelley, who've moved to Wisconsin to be with Kelley's family.

Tommy's been tasked to walk the cousins through maintenance procedures and then take them up in the chopper for a round. The lesson was going alright until around eleven, when a familiar Jeep pulls into Harbor and Evan hops out.

"Tommy!" Evan calls out. "You forgot lunch."

Tommy's always happy to see Evan, and happier to grab the dish of chilli Evan made for Tommy's colleagues. When he gets to Evan, he can't resist planting a kiss on his boyfriend for being thoughtful and sweet.

"See you at home," Evan says, beaming.

Tommy hands the chilli to Mavis, and jogs back to Zed and Jamie, whose expressions have shifted slightly to something other than attentiveness.

"That your boyfriend?" Jamie asks bluntly.

Tommy nods. "Yeah. Come on, I still have to go over the storage on the air ambulance before we can eat."

Jamie and Zed glance at each other. They say nothing, but trail after Tommy. Tommy can't shake the feeling that he isn't seen the way he was before Evan arrived, but that's alright. He's not here to change everyone's attitudes. He's here to make sure these newcomers know what to do and how to get it done properly.

It's only at lunch that everything blows up, and it really isn't Tommy's fault.

Tommy's having his lunch with Melton and Lucy, and Captain Davids joined them. They start to talk about rosters for the wildfire season and Tommy is dreading leaving Evan for weeks; Lucy notices and teases him about it.

Jamie and Zed are in the corner with the other younger firefighters, and then there's a shouted challenge. Next thing the senior firefighters know, the newbies are about to get in a brawl with McCartney.

"What the hell is going on?" Captain Davids roars, her diminutive frame hiding a powerful set of lungs. "Syahid, what happened?"

Syahid, all six-foot-three of him standing to attention, glances at Tommy and says, "Um."

"Details!"

"Ryder said... He said something rude about Kinard."

Tommy is surprised. "Me? What?"

Syahid flushes.

In an instant Tommy understands. "Mac. What did he say? It's okay, tell us."

"That motherfucker - sorry cap - that asshole was saying he wouldn't have transferred if he knew he had to learn to fly from a fag," McCartney spits out, his eyes glaring daggers at Zed Ryder. "He doesn't know how fucking lucky - sorry captain - how bloody lucky he is to get one of the best in the state to teach him!"

"The hell?" Lucy almost starts forward, but Tommy holds her elbow and shakes his head. She subsides but it's clear her fury is barely being checked.

Davids looks at Tommy, and then at Zed and Jamie. "Firefighter Hughes. You agree with Firefighter Ryder?"

Jamie stands to attention. His eyes look around, taking in the various expressions. He shakes his head.

"Pissant," Zed snarls at his cousin.

"Shut up," Jamie hisses at him.

"Better to be a great homosexual pilot than a bigoted failure of a man," says Captain Davids. "Your transfer will be rejected."

"You can't do that!"

"I can reject your transfer and you go back to your old house, or I can fire you for insubordination. Your choice." Captain Davids steps in front of Tommy to stare Zed down. "It's 2024. Grow past that hateful bullshit already. Pack up and go home. Melton, escort him off the station."

"Yes captain." Melton salutes. He's not too friendly when he goes to Zed and jerks his head. "Go on, you heard Captain Davids."

As Zed stalks away, the captain says, "Alright, finish up lunch. You're the man back for this shift, Mac, and boots. Fighting is not condoned."

"Yes, captain. Sorry captain." McCartney doesn't look apologetic though. He grins at Tommy and winks.

Davids goes back to her seat. "Kinard, Donato. Come on, we were talking about rosters."

Tommy has to swallow down a lump in his throat. His house isn't a family like the 118, but they had his back. He smiles at McCartney and Syahid, then sits back down. He'll help McCartney with the boots later after taking Jamie up in the air.

[sixsix680]

Are you interested in getting depressed? Guess what, Sifysal lore is here!!!!!!!!!!!!!

eh but let us start with some less dark information first

SIFYSAL the time patroller, hero of Conton City. Female pure blood saiyan, currently in her late 30s. Named after Salsify. Her hair kinda representing those roots?? Kinda?? Nearly 5'7" tall. Adopts the canon game cleared XV2Cac power level, which means above GODs. She is now living in the city.

I like how the XV1Cac was summoned, so yeah, I keep that. It was supposed to die with the planet during Age 737, but the Supreme Kai of Time summoned her to become a member of the Time Patrol for years now.

Sifysal is often described as being either excessively calm or keeping a poker face all the time. Like a doll, she is heartless and emotionless. Arrogant, distancing people, doesn't care about much of anything, workaholic, can't stand to be idle. Not a good chatter but she mostly doesn't refuse tasks and instructions coming from anyone.

Warning for...cannibalism, a lot of ouchies (physical and mental) and idk, there's no happiness

Riiiiiiight. Read my ideas first, It will all make sense later.

I really like their race's innate lack of warmth, no love, no sympathy, and no guilt, nature is brutal. I like it even more when some individuals can learn those if someone educates them, or even realizes their own sin. Warmth enters someone's cold heart, how overwhelming that can be? (HUGE majin vegeta reference) And what if, no one is there to guide them in this situation?

Highly talented, she used to be a mid-class warrior, just an ordinary Saiyan. Enjoy fighting, killing, don't give a damn about others. Totally normal saiyan.

Until her entire squad encountered a natural calamity during a mission to conquer other planets. All they can do is remain in that deserted world, with different levels of injury.

Not to mention that they must eat to survive. Survival of the fittest, that’s what everyone says. Engaged in combat, dragging their battered bodies to determine who in this circumstance deserves to live, in the most saiyan way possible.

The outcome is clear. Everything is done to survive this scenario, even if it involves munching someone who used to fight along your side.

Hunger, greed, sin. That void consumed everything. The emptiness that cannot be filled. She stares at the night, the stars. It's cold here outside. And too quiet. If only they hadn't destroyed this place, they wouldn't have to face the problem of food. There will be more consumables other than piled-up corpses. Perhaps this is their retribution. Living, but in hell. Maybe, just maybe. If they are not so murderous, will they deserve a better ending? She counted. Counted those bodies, those stars, those lives that she had taken away since she existed. Until she can't even count days.

She was there for five years. Can't remember how time passed. A different icejin has become the new emperor which discovers the disappeared squad while checking on past assignments. What is his name again? The only thing she remembers is the fact that the new one is way smaller than the previous one.

She resisted the idea of returning to her role as a warrior later applied for a transfer to the emperor ship as a technician. The blood in her body would not allow her to die, pride, of course. That would make the lives she took meaningless too. Such a sinful race of people, isn't that right?

What was it again? That day. Everybody was instructed to return to their planet.

Oh. Look. A star. The warmth. This is the end of everything. Looks just like the sun, isn't it?

The story is supposed to end there, but not this time. It should have ended that day, but she once again escaped death. Only one day before, she vanished from the timeline. The home planet and people were gone. What's the point of this?

Everybody knows what comes after. Xenoverse2 canon story.

Up until now, she acted as a hero, whether she wanted to alleviate her own sins or to make up for her past mistakes by saving more people.

Every time she stops, she can't stop thinking about those memories so she keeps distracting herself with tasks. She can describe her past calmly, but can't bare the silence. Therefore, she stays in the center of the city even if she doesn't have work.

A walking, hollow, machine. Pretends to be a savior.

Something about her mentor(s):

Although black is not an option to be a mentor, I don't think those two will be apart so yeah.

Aside from the part where they are my favorite, don't you think a sinner and judgmental gods are a good match? Even if she won't admit it, she actually agrees with what they say, even the part about not being worthy of forgiveness.

Hate how annoying they can be.

DID I JUST WRITE A FRICKING ESSAY ????????????

[ptersparkers]

i love and support this sm !! for me is also hc that reader is in the fbi but not from the bau. Maybe she's like the "popular girl" lol like everyone know her, she´s excellente at what she does and everyone has or has had a crush on her. so when r and aaron get together everyones like ??? it makes so much sense that he gets to be with her, and they are like the fbi´s own power couple!! (power family them+Jack <3 )

this is SUCH a cute concept.

for a moment, let's imagine you're working two floors up (not sure as in what sector of the FBI, someone please help me out) but your work intersects with the BAU's more often than not. it's a running joke that you should probably have your own desk in the bullpen given how much time you spend there.

it starts with you transferring to the D.C. branch and suddenly you're traveling between two floors, consulting with other agents on the floor until you're speaking with aaron in his office. maybe your work correlates with his in some capacity (perhaps you're more attuned to paperwork and all the red tape that he can't cross but you can) and he finds that his caseloads are getting lighter when you step in to help with his paperwork.

you come around so often that you automatically say hi to everyone. you've probably introduced yourself when you first met everyone on your first trip to their floor and everyone's a bit confused as to why you're there because you aren't in the BAU and you've never explained your business.

but none of them question it! one thing about you is you ALWAYS get your work done. you cross your t's, dot your i's, and somehow everyone can breathe a bit better because your work makes theirs much easier.

you're nearly as peppy as penelope on some days but kind and gentle overall - i think the team is just happy to see a familiar face after tough cases. sometimes you bring in baked goods on your way in, other times you leave little sticky notes to the team when they're away and they come back to little love letters. it's so cute and they get SO excited every time you come in.

spencer's the first one to hug you. penelope ambushes you because derek let her know you were on the floor (you'd never admit this, but sometimes you come to their floor to gossip with the girls). emily stops all of her paperwork to chat with you. jj updates you on her life with will and the kids. rossi hugs you like you're his child he hasn't seen in a few years.

and aaron? smitten as can be. somehow late nights and working together turned into romantic dinners and sleepovers at his place. jack can't get enough of you and whines to his father when you don't come home with him. neither of you particularly think of telling the team because truthfully, it doesn't even cross your minds to outright say it. aaron's checked the fraternizing rules - you're in the clear because you work in two separate departments and he's not your superior.

but one day, you walk to their floor and greet everyone with a smile that could blind the sun. everyone jumps from their desk, foregoing any work to say hi to you. you're here to deliver a stack of files to aaron and can't stay long, which makes emily and penelope whine. he meets you out by the bullpen and thanks you sweetly with a kiss.

the entire team stands there with their jaws on the ground because WHAT. JUST. HAPPENED.

their boss? and resident sunshine? in a relationship? together??? rossi says he knew it all along but everyone know's he's bluffing.

bonus: you have a mandatory week off of work (nothing too serious, let's say you were overworked and your boss told you to take some time before returning). you surprise aaron by bringing jack along and everyone watches as jack waves to everybody as you pass the bullpen, his small hand in yours until you reach aaron's office. everyone watches aaron kiss jack on the cheek and then you on the lips. jack's hanging onto your legs as you walk into his office and everyone cannot help but suffocate at how cute the both of you are.

[writer-in-theory]

☁️👀🛏️ Steddie

ooh thank you for the prompt nonnie!! ✨delicious✨

prompt: ☁️ enemies to lovers , 👀 forced proximity , 🛏 only one bed

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When Dustin asked Steve to chaperone their Hellfire Club field trip, he should've said no.

"C'mon, man, you don't need a chaperone," Steve huffed while he rewound tapes behind the Family Video counter. "You're high schoolers, what's kind of trouble could you get into?"

"It's because of you and your stupid ex-friends we need an adult anyway," Dustin snapped back. Sometimes Steve wondered if his own attitude had been transferred to the kid. "Something about 'the Chicago incident'?"

Oh. Oh yeah, that was absolutely his fault. Steve shook his head, and despite all the bad that had turned up between them Steve still smiled fondly at the memory of his shenanigans with Tommy and Carol.

"Fine, whatever," Steve said, conceding to the blame. "If you need an adult, why can't Munson be the chaperone?"

Steve hated the fact that the kids hung out with Eddie Munson. They were familiar with each other, considering Steve had once been one of the more popular athletes in the school. Even after he'd graduated, Munson had made a point to show up to Scoops Ahoy to see the fall of Steve Harrington with his own eyes. It was safe to say they didn't get along once Steve stopped throwing parties that Eddie could sell at. And now Steve's group of monster-fighting kids had chosen to latch onto said dealer, the same guy who'd relentlessly ridiculed Steve at every opportunity (not that Steve hadn't done the same).

"Because, Steve," Dustin said with the same know-it-all tone of voice Steve hated, "Eddie's a student. We need an adult who's not a student to sit in the hotel. You don't even have to do anything."

That was how Steve got roped into driving half of the little shits to Chicago. At least Eddie was driving with the Corroded Coffin crew, so Steve didn't have to make small talk with a bunch of guys he'd never been friends with in school. Steve really didn't know how the guys got ComicCon cleared as a club field day, but the one time he questioned it Dustin had ranted for so long about sports tournaments that Steve resigned himself to never asking again.

It was fine, he told himself, and he believed it all the way up until they were pulling up to the hotel. Eddie was talking emphatically to the lady at the desk.

"What's going on?" Steve had asked.

"We're one room short," Eddie said, sighing. "It's fine, I'll stay with Gareth."

"Actually," Steve piped up. He hated being the babysitter, the rule-follower, but when he'd signed all those forms accepting responsibility for the entire group he took that responsibility. "You're 20. He's still 17. We could get in trouble for that."

"What? Dude, we've crashed on each others' couches all the time."

"Maybe, but this is a school-sanctioned event."

"Yeah? Well tell me, Harrington, where the hell am I sleeping tonight?"

Eddie had a point. Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose when the answer became obvious. "With me, man, you're sleeping in my room."

They both fought it, but ultimately, this was the only answer that would fly with the school. So Steve and Eddie packed up their bags and headed up to the hotel room—where only one bed awaited them.

"I'm not sleeping with you," Eddie says automatically, flipping his bag up onto the bed.

"Then have fun on the couch," Steve snaps back, shoving the bag back off of the bed.

"I'm older than you."

"I'm the one in charge."

"You sign one piece of paper and you get a God complex? Leave it to Harrington to be that desperate to feel important," Eddie says, every ounce of vitriol he can muster up slipping through with his words.

"Just go the fuck to sleep, I don't care where. It's been a long day, man," Steve sighs finally, shucking off his shirt and tossing it somewhere in the general direction of where he'd dropped his bag.

It would be a long weekend.

[breakingdownsomebarriers]

Been a hot minute since I’ve been on here, but I scribbled these down and figured I’d share! This is my first fully-formed clone squad known as Shatter Squad. The Shatter Squad is within the 501st, if that wasn't clear by the color. Some of those in the squad are transfers, such as Bonesaw and the twins (Tripwire and Deadbeat), while the others were put into the squad from the get-go. Some of these designs aren't exactly all in the same timeframe during their story. For example, Trip's design is actually a future version of him, while the others are mostly when the squad was freshly put together. Confusing? Yeah. I'm just a tad lazy and didn't want to change it lol I have some basic info down below of some of the members, if you want to have a read. If not, I hope you liked the doodles!

Coil is the leader of the squad, but I haven't decided on a rank for him yet. He's a pretty serious guy most of the time. On the rare occasion that they have extended downtime or go to 79's, he's much more loose and open to jokes. He got his name when someone from his batch complained about him being "tightly wound like a coil". It stuck. Bonesaw is a medic, and a damn good one at that. He is actually pretty snarky, sarcastic, and so, so very smug. When he's actually peeved at someone though he has a great resting bitch face. He enjoys verbally tearing into someone if they've done something stupid and got injured for it. A nat-born medic called him Bonesaw once because of his very good ability to verbally maul someone. Kept the name because he thought it was badass. Tripwire is the team's trap-setter and infiltration-leader. Very efficient in his work- super thorough and good at shifting plans on the fly. His name was originally Livewire, but it ended up shifting to Tripwire because he is prone to being "tripped" when someone hits a nerve. He's Deadbeat's twin (they were made in the same decanting chamber). (Bit of a note here regarding his future stuff. His eye is made out of recycled assassin droid parts and both of his forearms have been replaced with prostheses. I won't get into spoiler lore because...that'd be no fun. I'll write it out eventually but until then, my lips are sealed.) Deadbeat is the team's heavy weapons guy, with the Z-6 rotary blaster cannon being his firearm of choice. The poor guy can't stand shinies: they ask him too many questions, and he hates how arrogant most of them end up being. His name was given to him as a joke, and he was too indifferent towards it to look for a replacement.

Flint is the team's electronics expert. Absolutely a prodigy when it comes to tech and loves to tinker whenever he can. His name comes from his ability to go from kind and soft to prickly and sharp. Most of the time he's pretty passive and complacent, but if he's worn down enough he'll make jabs at pretty much anyone. He can only take so much shit from people before he'll throw self restraint out the window and fire back. Oh, and he's also an ARC trooper- so there's that.

Bombshell is the final member of the team, and is the explosives expert (note, he does already have a post of his own, so you can go and check that out if you want). Anyway, he's blue-yellow colorblind and this has led to a few funny moments during his time as a shiny. He got his name when Bonesaw made a comment that he was practically a factory with the amount of bombshells he kept dropping on the team. He liked the word, so he took it and kept it as his name.

[stevieschrodinger]

Stranger things AU; soulmate/soulmarks

Steve loves his soulmark. It sits on the back of his neck, low enough that a polo with a collar hides it, but a tee shirt doesn't. It's the most beautiful colour, that's what Steve loves about it. At some angles, in some lights, it's a deep blue. The middle of the sky in the heat of summer. In others, it's the purple of the sky the moment the sun sets. It's sleek, two thick lines, like the bottom and side of a triangle, is how Steve always thought of it.

Steve wants his soulmate. Can't wait to meet them, his other half. He saves himself emotionally for them, but not physically. He doesn't worry about that and assumes his soul mate is doing the same. That they would agree because they agree on everything. So Steve works his way through the like-minded female population of Hawkins because...why not?

Because Steve has a bit of secret. He knows, he knows in his heart, that his soul mate will be a guy. So really, he is, kind of, saving something if he sticks to the ladies. The logic makes sense to Steve, anyway.

The air explodes out of Steve's lungs as he hits the lockers, "don't fight it sweetheart," is growled in his ear.

"Oh, fuck off Hargrove," Steve snips back, not in the mood to horse around right now.

"No, let me..." And Steve freezes, because the back of his shirt is being tugged down so that Billy can get a good look at his mark. Steve's only known Billy a few weeks and yeah...he's looked, because Billy is objectively hot, but he also likes to tease Steve relentlessly. "I couldn't see it properly, untill today at practice...wasn't sure."

Billy moves closer, the whole line of his body pressing Steve forward. Thank god the locker room is dead; everyone's already cleared out. His breath is hot on the back of Steve's neck, over his soul mark. Steve holds his breath.

Billy's tongue is firm and wet and warm and soft and fucking electric on Steve's soulmark. It's like liquid fire running down his spine, he can't breath, can't do anything. He's hard, he notices because so is Billy where he's grinding against Steve's ass.

Steve is flooded with relief. The first minutes, as the soul mark forms, is pretty defining of the relationship. Thank god; he's getting exactly what he wanted. The thought is chased by another; of course it is. Billy is his soulmate, his match for all things. Obviously the first thing they're going to do is fuck, like it was ever in question.

Billy has his teeth in Steve's neck and his hand down Steve's pants before Steve can even really register what's happening. It's fast, aggressive. They both just need to get off, desperate. Billy's dry humping Steve's ass, no fitness whatsoever, sucking marks into Steve's neck like it's his job. All Steve can do is pant through it, all it takes is for Billy to scrape his teeth over his soul mark and it's done, he comes wet in his pants and all over Billy's hand. Can only assume Billy comes against his ass as they're both left in a panting heap on the floor.

It takes a few minutes for Steve to get his brain online again, blinks up at Billy only to find Billy already watching him, one hell of a self satisfied smirk on his face. He's perfect.

"Let me see it," Steve croaks out. Billy obliges, shifting them both, Steve has to lift Billy's hair, move his shirt collar, so no wonder this took a couple of weeks to happen, "oh," he says, surprised.

"What?"

"I thought it would make a triangle." And Steve really did think that. Once a soulmate touches their mates mark, both halves are shared. It's printed onto the other so that both of them have the full mark. From the shape of Steve's, he assumed his soul mates would mirror his and they would have a simple but complete triangle. They don't: it's missing it's point.

"I thought the same," Billy confesses quitly, "still like it though."

"Yeah," Steve agrees, snuggling in close.

It's six months later when Eddie Munson transfers to Hawkins high. Max and the other kids are in his dumb club, so Steve finds himself hanging out with the guy. He likes him. He's funny, in an odd kind of way. He's not like anyone else Steve's ever known, and he owns it. He doesn't care that Steve and Billy are together, not like some people do. He's pretty too, and in the dark in their bed, he confessed as much to Billy. Billy being Billy snorts a laugh and suggests a threesome. The idea appeals to Steve, but it also doesn't, because Eddie's pretty and kind and funny and it would be so easy to catch feelings.

He laughs it off.

They don't talk about it again, but when they're all together, Steve watches Eddie and knows Billy is watching both of them, a hungry look on his face.

It's another couple of months, in the heat of summer, when basically everyone Steve knows is at his, taking advantage of the pool.

Steve sorts the food while Billy lies on a lounger outside, watching the kids and working his way through a pack of cigarettes.

Steve's wearing board shorts and nothing else when Eddie comes in to offer to help, trailing off mid sentence, making Steve turn to look, "what's up?"

"You have- we are. I'm..."

"Eddie, what?"

Eddie's mouth flaps like a fish for a second before he finally turns, lifting the back of his unruly hair out of the way. There it is, higher on his neck than Steve and Billy's. Because it's the point of their triangle, an inverted 'V', a colour match for Steve and Billy; sitting there in those miraculous shades of blue and purple.

Steve is flooded with memories of what happened the first time Billy touched his soul mark and, he thought, completed them. He doesn't touch Eddie's.

"Oh," Eddie says, as Steve turns him back around.

"We really, really have to talk first," Steve says, looking to where Billy has come to stand in the doorway.

Eddie steps back, filled with hurt and confusion, "yeah. Yeah of course, you're already-" and he gestures weakly between Steve and Billy, "actually, you don't gotta' explain, I'll go now..."

"No," Billy protests from the doorway, "no. It's not a mistake," he's somehow instinctively reading Eddie, "it's all three of us, it's right."

"I've never...heard of that before, are you sure-"

"Yeah," Steve jumps in, "I'm very sure." Steve looks to Billy, smirking at him knowingly.

"What Steve means is, if we complete our marks, we're going to want to fuck."

"Oh," Eddie suddenly finds the kitchen floor very interesting, the apples of his cheeks going rosy, which might be the sweetest thing Steve's ever seen, "I've never...you know."

"Oh, well that's just precious," Billy cocks his hip against the counter, "I'll flip you for it Stevie."

"Billy!". Steve protests, but can't help but laugh.

"What?" Eddie asks.

"Which one of gets to fuck you first". Billy grins like a fucking wolf; it's absolutely Steve's favourite look to see on Billy's face.

[musesofthemoon]

@shiroi---kumo sent in: ☠️ (and they know what for)

Chaos' orders were clear, they usually were. Usually, the vessel didn't have to do much of anything. All it did was delegate to others, whether it be its fanatical subjects, or its loyal guard. But sometimes, Chaos tried to test its loyalty. Despite how docile it was, the vessel still had a will separate from Chaos. Memories and emotions could transfer, surely, but giving it so many years to develop outside the usual parameters had its downsides.

It didn't expect much from those tests though. With enough deaths of innocents, it could harden its heart. But when the beast whispers in its ear this time, constricting in its head as its tail rattles with delight, the demand itself feels insurmountable, impossible. But its will was given, and so it must be done.

"The Demon Swordsman will be brought here, and you will kill him."

Chaos doesn't even ask if it was clear, it already knew that it was so, if only by the distress that coursed through the vessel's veins. It slips away as soon as it came, and the vessel hesitates. It hasn't hesitated since the first murder by its own hand. But Kumo's my friend! No he isn't, not anymore. Makenshi was the enemy, he is supposed to destroy the vessel. It wished the Unlimited would just get it over with and figure it out, sometimes.

You can't kill him! Yes it can. It's killed some more directly innocent than Makenshi could ever be.

This was a first step toward the inevitable. Taking one more life from the Undying meant nothing at all, even if the weight in its chest tried to scream otherwise. If anything, it would only speed the process further. It would be a kick in the ass, possibly to force the Unlimited to work through things in order to end Chaos once and for all.

It calls the guard to the throne chamber. It knows she will argue, but there is nothing either of them can do to change this.

---

Ai waits quietly in the brush, having enough leads to guide her to where the Swordsman was spotted last. It was around a quaint little town, somewhere that felt so unassuming. The townsfolk don't even seem to notice how closely they're being monitored right now, and she would prefer to keep it that way until her quarry was in sight. She truly wishes it didn't have to be this way. She wished she could keep things as quaint as they appeared, but she has a job to do.

In some time, he comes into view from the edge she lay waiting in. Good, this could be easy. She wonders if he knows that she was watching him. She wonders if he would even recognize her here. She hoped not, it would make things all the easier if he thought she was a normal solider.

Two scimitars rest in her hands, as she grips them although they were a lifeline. She takes a breath, as quiet as she can, and moves for the attack, her steps silent and quick as she goes for a takedown, moving the scimitars to use their blunt end, aiming to hit him on the temple with them, hopefully being something which could knock him out without too much of a fight.

The swordsman was likely tougher than that. She'd seen him fight before, how quickly he could move and how strong he was. She needed to be careful. Entropy might have the excuses of his death being the end of a calmer era in Wonderland, but she did not. Allies in the past or not, they were adversaries now.

This was a fight for her life, if anything.