#egg tart is too much I love it

[charles-leclerc-official]

deeply funny to me that i know of at least three chinese celebrities who have the cat breed sweetcorn is, and all of them have food names - there's zhou guanyu and sweetcorn, zhang yixing and luobo (radish), and wang zhuocheng and danta (egg tart). they're all so cute!!

Oh my god I needed to know this

[skynapple]

Embrace

Love and Deepspace | Xavier x MC

Hurt/Comfort/Fluff/Slight Angst/SFW

Word count: i don't freaking know it's 3am have fun (unedited)

cw: alcohol

Xavier wasn't used to physical affection, and frankly it wasn't a habit, until he met her. A long time ago, he had his first real hug. Not a token of gratitude or necessity, but because he'd wanted it; because he'd meant so much more than words could express, because it was her. In a split second question of timidity and vulnerability, it occurred to him to try it out. It was embedded in his mind, the shape of her etched into his soul. But just as quickly as that hug had come and gone, so had her presence in his life. And for a long time, he hadn't quite felt that inclined towards any physicality that way. Until today.

--

Learning about Xavier was learning that underneath a steely exterior was actually something akin to a marshmallow. Where once was a dangerous and mysterious person, tough as nails and feared by the very monsters that kept children awake at night, became a trusted friend and ally, who slept all day and also would rather watch the birds go by in the sun curled up a good book. The imagery felt stark, but it warmed her.

There was something so soft about seeing her neighbor in his usual cozy knits. He looked like a marshmallow. Sometimes, he smelled like one too. Although she herself wasn't necessarily a hugger, there was something so... squishable about the Xavier that she felt selfishly happy to get to know privately in a way their other colleagues couldn't. There he was, sunk into an oversized bean bag on a Friday night, munching on his 4th egg tart, eyes glued to the movie screen, a scowl on his face.

"This is... really bad. He couldn't have survived that. He isn't even bleeding. Why is she hugging him? Wouldn't his ribs get crushed?" She'd learned quickly that Xavier liked to bag on cheesy movies, so she enjoyed torturing her neighbor with new hokey romantic action comedies. This particular cult classic was the worst yet.

"Shhh! This is the best part!" She hushed, and in his chagrin he stuffed the finishing bite of his egg tart (his bribe for tonight) in his mouth.

When the movie ended and it was time for him to head back upstairs to his apartment, he stood at the door shaking his head at what he was saying his creative-life-choices-for-listening-to-you. She wasn't really thinking about it when she reached out to hug him on his way out the door. He'd stiffened but said nothing. It just felt like a comfortable, friendly, perhaps neighborly thing to do. She just couldn't resist with his somewhat pouty expression in his chunky white hoodie. Again, he looked squishable to her.

He was warmer than she thought. The plush cotton of his hoodie felt soft as it crumpled against her cheek. The feel of his chest against her much shorter frame felt like taking hold of a large sturdy tree trunk, firm, but completely enveloped in swaths of plush fabric that smelled sweet and refreshing, and mostly like generic cheap detergent. In the brief moment of connection, although she didn't feel him hug back, there was something sweet and secure about being so close to him. There was a hint of a smile as he waved off and disappeared down their corridor. Although her cheeks were warm from her own boldness, she thought little else of it afterwards.

She didn't mean to be drawn to his warmth. He didn't have a particularly strong personal scent, unlike other men who she could smell the spice-filled deodorant on from a whole minute away. Xavier instead had a comforting warmth to his smell. She wasn't sure why she liked it so much, but very quickly realized how addicting it could become just to be close enough to him. Embarrassingly, she felt like a complete creep to think about her neighbor that way. She soothed her mind to think it shouldn't be creepy, and probably a flattering compliment that he smelled really good if it ever came up between them. For the time being, she decided to keep it to herself.

It wasn't supposed to become a habit. Quick hugs at the end of a shift to say a fast thanks-for-your-support, another quick hug after a mission to say I'm-glad-you're-not-hurt. Then in the morning once running into him on the way to work to say have-a-good-day. The side hugs, although brief, become more and more frequent, while she grew more and more accustomed to him, and less apt to resist against his completely huggable fashion choices and yes, his addicting features and scent. She figured if he minded he might have said, and besides, it was quick and not awkward, probably. At some point, although she couldn't recall exactly when it started, she noticed he'd be reaching for her as if expected at those moments too. Comfortable, friendly, neighborly. Probably.

The first time it lingered was after a multi-day mission. The wanderers had been relentless, and then she and he both were selected to clean up the remnants. Exhaustion ached in her bones and she didn't think much of resting her weary head on his chest in a brief moment of silence while awaiting orders. In that moment she'd felt a hand on the back of her head, where now she felt sandwiched against him. Then after another breath, she tiredly lifted her bruised arms up around his waist and he wordlessly wrapped his other arm around her upper back. It didn't feel like a hug so much as it felt like support. As they were dismissed from the mission finally, on the way back, she found herself in his arms once more. A true hug at the end to say nothing, where no words were needed, where words weren't anything at all. Just her wrapped in him, him wrapped in her, weary bodies for a split moment of warmth after many days of cold and work.

Then it became etched in her mind, the feeling of him encased in her arms really begun to feel normal. Everytime she saw him, she could feel her expression light up, and her arms would go out for him to meet - and he always would. A two-second connection on the go, or coming home, nearly daily, and no longer awkward. It was hello's, see you's, I hope you feel better's, good work's, thank you's, and everything between. It didn't feel out of-ordinary. Why should it?

Only on herself she couldn't recognize all the ways she'd light up around him. The way she'd press into him a little more just to breathe him in a little better. The way the very essence of him had become comforting to her. With every thing they went through, and had begun to overcome together, how her feelings for him had enraptured every piece of her until she could no longer tell herself apart from having him in her life. Every moment with him just felt right. Every moment with him was better and better.

Until of course, one small phrase slipped through the cracks of her confident exterior. Just one doubt in her mind was enough to shatter her perceived comfort and mindless physical friendly affection with him.

"Are you guys dating?" It was from a coworker with a somewhat cynical expression that she couldn't quite read. The woman had an arm crossed over her chest, the other with a cocktail as around them the party music at the event blared. It threw off her hearing and she had lean closer to the other woman.

"What?"

"I said are you guys dating?"

"What- why do you ask?"

The woman made a face and trailed her eyes over to Xavier at the other end of venue hall, attending to the beverage table.

"You guys seem pretty close. And you're always clinging to each other."

Although she'd not had any alcohol yet, the expression and the mere thought of the implication had her head swirling. While she'd known her feelings for Xavier had grown to undeniable levels, she hadn't expected to be accused of actually dating him. Her heart raced at how to answer, wondering how he would feel or respond if asked the same. While she knew the answer was 'No' the fact that she so badly wanted to say 'Yes' had her tongue tied. Then of course the completely harrowing feeling of not knowing if he felt the same, or if the same feelings she'd been dealing with for months now were hers alone to bear. After all, Xavier was a puzzle. Close one moment, and distant the next. He felt miles away across the room in that moment, and though she didn't realize it yet, a fissure formed in her mind.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally found the strength to tell the truth,

"No we're not. We've just been mission partners a lot."

The woman who'd asked only nodded in another unreadable expression, then smirked as she took a sip of her cocktail.

"I see. I thought so I just couldn't tell 'cause you guys seem so close I kind of thought, no way they're not dating," she snicked, taking another gulp then placed a hand on her hip, "Cause like, you better be careful sweetie, guys get the wrong idea when you hug 'em like that. Might want a little something extra if you treat 'em special like that if you know what I mean, 'cause isn't that what they all want, huh? I'd just be careful, mmkay? And you don't really know if he's single too. Guys act like that then be popping up with girlfriends and you don't wanna be hugging somebody else's boyfriend like that, you know what I'm saying?"

As her heart sank and her chest burned at the accusations rolling off her coworker's tongue, she could scarcely think of a word to say before the woman in her audacity continued with a wink that felt cold as ice,

"Just girl to girl, looking out for you ok? You do you, boo. I got your back."

The first thing in her mind besides her cheeks heated with embarrassment and anger was 'Xavier isn't like that' but before she could find better words or what she really wanted to say akin to mind-your-business only came out in a frustratingly weak tone as

"I'll be careful. But-"

And there he was to break her thoughts, handing her the drink he'd promised. An arm goes up instinctively to catch his frame but for the first time in the months she's gotten close, she hesitates, and she isn't sure why. She quickly defers the movement to grasping the drink and saying a quick thank you.

The woman beside her bears a grin that for all intents and purposes feels somewhat triumphant.

The rest of the evening party continues and her head swirls. She drinks too much to forget, and is grateful to be walked home by the person she actually trusts.

"Why do oowr cowork's have foo" –hiccup– "be so goddawmn nosey ass-"

"Shhh." Xavier soothes, a hand on her lower back as he helps her unlock her apartment door. As he attends to making sure she's hydrated, he agrees to leave once he's sure she's going straight to bed.

"I can help you in the morning. There's a hangover recipe- never mind, I'll tell you in the morning. Good night."

He waits. She goes in to hug him good night, then stops, and rubs her head.

"Mmp... yeah, night."

He thinks nothing much of it, not while she's this drunk, and affectionately fills the gap to clasp her in a side hug.

"Yes, good night foo you."

It's when she isn't drunk that the habit that slowly formed over time is broken as easily as it crept in. Morning hugs replaced by her hands clasped behind her back, or busied by other things. Where she would have trotted over to greet him before, she stays put, albeit with a warm gaze, but she stays.

She hated that it got to her, but she hated to think the grain of salt she took was that she isn't sure what Xavier feels for her. The fact of the matter is that she wants him to be hers, she wants him wholly, and she wants their connection to be deeper. The uncertainty slices through her, enough to keep her up at night. It creeps in to think that maybe he doesn't feel any special sort of way about her, that this normality they've built was somehow built on her getting carried away, or that he felt like he couldn't refuse, or worse, that he only could think of them as friends and nothing more. She was sure sometimes, sometimes that the sweet things he said to her had deeper meaning, but since it was only guesswork, she had to err on the possibility that he was just sickeningly nice. It made her stomach turn to think that. It stuck with her; holding someone that didn't belong to her. It hurt.

What began as quicker, shorter exchanges started to build into what felt like avoidance. Excuses not to see him. Taking a slower route not to meet up accidentally-on-purpose the way she had been. It wasn't that she wanted him to see someone else, but the chasm in her heart felt too wide now. It needed a bridge, and the bridge needed desperate crossing. But bridges are built wooden piece by wooden piece, and she found she was not a carpenter. Finding the way to start the conversation was difficult, and she felt she couldn't get the words wrong. That, and mentally she was preparing for the possibility that this distance was better for him, that he might prefer it, and that she'd been too clingy with someone that didn't belong to her. The dull ache in her chest kept her up at night, preventing her from sleep.

----

What she didn't realize was that Xavier was a creature of habit. Forming them had to feel natural, especially when he was resistant to things that felt forced. More than that, it was change that he hated, especially the habit-disrupting kind, and especially anything that came to her.

He knew things changed that night at the party, the way her expression looked sour, and the way she began to act different afterwards. Excuses weren't easy to come by.

The first time she'd put her arms around him in this lifetime felt like opening a floodgate. It was torture to keep composure. It was torture that he couldn't decide whether or not to keep his distance for her protection, or rules be damned in his greed to become close to her - because for the first time in his life he had something of a freedom to.

And yet she'd found ways to surprise him, small comforting affections that kept him addicted to her, wanting more, opening the steel drawbridge to the castle that he was. He knew exactly when and how she began to hug him differently. It had become such an uncanny indulgence and addiction that it was impossible not to notice. It wasn't that she wasn't allowed not to, it was the level of sincerity that he sensed; it was the perceived hesitation. He could read her better than anyone. Something was different, and he hated it. It felt like an itch under his skin that he couldn't find. Something was wrong. At first he wondered if she wasn't feeling well and needed space, but too many things added up to telling him that she was actively avoiding him. The sting is worse than the red restriction tech around his neck.

He tries catching her once, a swift movement after work by a gentle touch of her arm, asking sincerely if something was wrong.

"Is everything ok?"

"Hmm?"

"You haven't been avoiding me have you? Did...I do something wrong?"

"What!?" Her eyes widen and for the first time in what feels like ages she looks warmly at him. Although, he doesn't miss the way she gulps or swallows whatever she's keeping down.

"Of course not!" She exclaims, shaking her head, "You're totally fine!"

He stiffens, not liking where this is going. "Then why have you been avoiding me?" It's spoken like a dry statement.

"I have not! I've just... I've been pretty tired and I've been running around. That's all! You're fine!"

The words were soothing but he knows better and looks at her through his somewhat pouty cheeks and furrowed brow. "If that's true then you won't mind accompanying me tonight. I don't have groceries at home, so I was going to grab some dinner."

He names a place he knows she loves and watches her face contort as he can feel her scraping for an excuse.

"I have some stuff at home I was going to eat, but I haven't been feeling great, so I probably shouldn't eat out too. Thanks though! I'll see you!"

His arms go up to receive her, but she's already turning away. This feeling in his chest is new, and he can't name it yet, but he knows that he hates it, and he knows it keeps growing no matter what he does.

The last straw is when he can see her coming back from a separate mission. There's a few partners with them. A man and two other women. He watches through the floor-to-ceiling glass office walls, high above to the ground level below as she hugs every single one of them goodbye. Watching her arms go up around another man when he hasn't felt her touch in nearly two weeks makes his chest rise and fall, blood swirling cold through his veins. The light fixture outside above where she's standing flickers on and off. He wonders if she notices. He wonders if she cares.

Taking a shallow breath to steady his tone, he knocks on her door, attempting to articulate his words in his mind. Negotiation was a tactic he'd had to learn from a young age. It was part of his many positions. But navigating relationships was another thing entirely. Navigating the pain of watching someone slip inexplicably from your grasp felt too tumultuous to bear.

When she finally opens, he searches her eyes for any signs of apprehension and when he finds none, he feels his eyes narrow in concern.

"You really are avoiding me."

She almost looked irritated. The unfamiliar expression killed him inside. The fact that it felt he hadn't seen the sweetness of her eyes lit up to see him in weeks felt like a piece of him had faded away.

"Xavier? What? No I'm n-"

"I don't want to hear you lie to me," he intercepted firmly, crossing his arms but keeping his tone even. "You know you have. You're not very good at hiding it."

Now she looked offended and crossed her arms, too, huffing. "What? What do you mean?! If I was really avoiding you, do you really think I would have opened the door like this? Where is this coming from?"

She sounded defensive, and was deflecting. As usual. As expected. He stood his ground, crystal eyes narrowed. It took a moment, but he responded,

"You haven't been greeting me like you used to," a bit softer as he often did, before managing to maintain a stern air again. "Tell me what happened at the party. If you say I didn't do something but you've been taking longer train routes to avoid seeing me-"

"Wait- taking longer train routes? How do you know that?"

"Is it so much not to assume? You usually get home at the same time otherwise." He responded quietly before giving her a look, "And you also are still sharing your location with my hunter watch."

"...Oh."

Looking a bit sheepish, she looked away and huffed another sigh, holding the door a little wider for him to enter through before closing it behind him. She ran a hand over her face in exasperation.

"Look, Xavier... things are fine, really. I told you. You're not doing anything wrong. I'm just... dealing with some stuff."

There was an ounce of truth in there, but it wasn't sufficient.

"I... believe you," he said, watching as she looked up at him in earnest surprise. Then continued, "I also know something happened at the party."

She pressed her lips into a thin line, hands clasped in front of her, "What makes you say that? Oh, is it because I got drunk...?"

He shook his head, arms no longer crossed. It felt like peeling the skin of an apple with a dull knife.

"You looked unhappy. Before you drank. Like someone told you something."

For a moment she was quiet, then she ran both hands over her face, holding her head in her hands after she did.

"We just... people kind of..., I just realized people might think we look like... we're together but we're not? I'm just... I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."

Xavier felt his heart clench. Of all the things he had surmised, this wasn't of them.

"Why do you care what other people think?"

"I don't! I just..."

"Over me?"

She looked up at him again, eyebrows knit together, eyes wide. He couldn't tell if she looked like she finally understood what she was doing to him, or if she was looking to dodge away again. As if to prevent it in case, he took a step forward, hands facing palms out, but not moving more than that.

"I..." He took a breath to steady himself again while he couldn't meet her gaze, "...Got used to you."

She frowned deeper again, and then before either of them could fill the space with more useless words, she closed the gap, throwing her arms around him to feel his heartbeat against her skull again.

Just having her in his arms once more he could feel her wash over him, like a giant bucket of paint pouring out, covering everything in him in her. It made him hold her a little tighter, jealousy, hurt, and anger being soothed just slightly while her fingertips pressed into his back.

"I just..." She said, muffled against him before pulling back just enough to speak clearer, voice breaking, and breaking his heart as she did. "I'm not... your girlfriend so I wasn't sure if this was ok."

He felt himself soften, and his heart race all the same. He wanted to scold her for avoiding him so carelessly over something so frivolous, and still wanted to know what exactly spurred the thought in her head. More than anything, he wanted to soothe what he saw in her eyes, realizing that that reflected his own.

"You're not but... that part's the easy thing to fix."

Now her eyes lit up, for the first time in weeks, and he could feel her embrace tighten even more, making his heart swell.

"I thought..." she stared, "I know we've been getting close but I didn't want to assume."

He didn't dare move but tried to give her an even softer expression than before.

"I've been meaning to talk to you. How could you think you weren't the most important person in my life?"

The memory came back. A long, long time ago. Words he couldn't convey then.

"My feelings for you won't ever change."

For a few moments more they held each other in silence. Though he could not see the way she looked emotional, she still smiled as utter relief seeped into her, "Xavier..."

Now his chest tightened, nearly trembling while his voice was barely over a whisper.

"You... normally look at me and say my name... like you're happy. You suddenly stopped saying my name like this."

Gasping, she looked up, pulling a hand back to brush her fingertips on his cheek.

"I'm so sorry. I was trying to think of how to talk to you. I- I wanted to."

He allowed a smile and catches her hand in his own, kissing the top of it, blush matching her own.

"I'll be by your side when you say my name. I'll always come to you. So you're not allowed to stop saying my name like this."

Though it wasn't humorous, she laughed, understanding the forgiveness, and the implication.

"Xavier."

She had been his first real hug so very long ago. Now as they leaned together in a new embrace, they marked their first real kiss at the start of a new beginning.

He repeated her name to her. It felt like a promise.

---

Bonus;

"Now that I'm your girlfriend... I'm stealing your hoodie."

"Why?"

She beamed, feeling free for the first time. "You smell good."

[bralnwashed]

how i think the marauders and co would be at cooking

Regulus: He taught himself to cook months after moving out, only deciding to do so after being displeased by the section of freezer meals in the supermarket. His methods are questionable. Is it edible? It's also questionable. but he can feed himself so he doesn't care too much. 

Barty:  He does not know how to use spices. His food is always undersalted and way too spicy. He just added all that Cayanne cause it looked cool. Garlic? what's that? but all his food is edible and he somehow doesn't notice the spice. 

Pandora: She makes fairy cakes. If it doesn't look cute then she doesn't make it. She has actually full on sobbed in the kitchen before because her cake didn't turn out well. but she is so good at whimsical cakes with the oddest flavours. If you've not had a soy sauce and caramel cake before you have now. 

Evan: He will make the daintiest thing you have ever seen and the disappear. He knows how to make all the weird parts of animals taste good somehow. you would never know he picked up a spatula in his life unless he chose to tell you, only his closest friends know. 

Dorcas: Likes to cook, but doesn't cook for fun. She likes to try a new recipe every week. 

Lily: She can not cook to save her life. She knows the basics, boxed mac and cheese, and scrambled eggs. 

Mary: She loves to bake. And she's good at it. It's just a hobby, but she could do it for a living if she tired. she especially likes decorating cakes and making cherry pastries. 

Marlene: She is surprisingly really good at cooking some things, but will also burn water, she once caught her toaster on fire, but she will make the best pasta you've ever had. 

Remus: The best at comfort foods. He would always cook with his mom. He has that effortless feel in the kitchen. He can make the best soup and mac and cheese you have ever tasted. He will wow you by making homemade dinosaur chicken nuggets. He is also so picky. so he wants to know what is in his food. he tends to make more plain things but knows the things he makes very well. 

Sirius: Stress baker. He will make trays and trays of muffins when he feels guilty. He knows all the fancy things, and can and will cook you an apple tart or macarons from memory. He loves to bake things to give to people he loves. And if he doesn't like you, you will never taste a thing he's made ever. 

Peter: He's just a natural. He cooks some of the best food ever. If he offers to cook dinner, no one is saying no. 

James: He knows all the family recipes, He can cook like a pro. But he struggles with new recipes, If he isn't taught he can't copy them. the reading comprehension just goes out the window. 

[prince-jjae]

In My Imagination. ㅡ h.k. [ceilings. pt2]

pairing;

huening kai/gn!reader

genre;

FLUFF. so much fluff. smut. mdni!!! i know i said itd be angsty but im a liar.

tags;

barista!reader, implied jealous taehyun, barista!taehyun, beomgyu being a sassy mf, daydreaming, plushie humping, coming untouched, masturbating, facefucking(mentioned as a daydream), mentions of aftercare, so much fluff omg.

part 1. tyun ending. masterlist.

summary;

"but that look in your eyes, and that smile it makes me want to stay here in this room.. pretending youre pretending too."

hueningkai was never really one for intense, whirlwind romances, but he just couldnt help himself with you. you, who stared up at him with shocked eyes, as if his very presence was the answer to your every prayer. when you looked at him like that, how could he not fall madly in love with you?

Ever since that first fateful morning, Huening Kai made it a staple of his routine to order coffee from your shop every day. He would wait in line, an unknown antsy feeling clawing up his spine as he bounced on the balls of his feet. He was impatient, but blissfully unaware of the reason why. 

He tried not to read too much into it, but he knew you were the cause. How could you not be, when you stumbled over your words and actions whenever he got close? You lit up the room brighter than any sun, and he was firmly convinced that science had it all wrong. 

The world didn't revolve around the sun. it revolved around you.

You, with your cold exterior and sharp gaze that melted even the slightest bit, warmed by his presence, sizzled under his touch. He kept plausible deniability, at first. Just brushes of his fingertips against yours as he paid or when you handed him his drink with the same phrase as always.

“Have a good day.” And have a good day, he did. He doesnt think hes ever experienced days so good in his life until now.

It had been around 2 weeks of this routine and 4 days of relentless teasing from his roommate beomgyu, when it happened.

The dreams.

It started as nothing, really, at first. Just daydreaming of actually mustering up the courage to have a conversation with you for once. Something beyond just ordering egg tarts and a coffee. What were your interests? What did you like, dislike, love, hate? He wanted to know everything, so naturally his mind filled in the blanks.

He daydreamed, nearly constantly. Always about you, always about how your voice felt like heavy whipping cream, drowning him in the sweetest of marshmallow fluff. He could listen to you talk for hours. He supposed he had, in a way, since he fantasized about you so often.

It was around a month after your first meeting with him that the dreams became more than just conversations he wished he could have. They morphed into romantic fantasies. Your hands were so soft, the few times he barely ghosted his fingers to your skin. He wondered what it'd feel like to hold them properly? To warm them after a day of playing in the snow? To swing between your bodies after watching a movie at the cinema?

And your lips.. the plushness of them, the way they formed around words and made them sweet no matter the context. God, he wondered how sweet they would taste. How soft would they feel against his own? Would they make him sweet by sheer contact?

He sat, sipping his coffee, egg tarts long since finished as he stared out the café window. He desperately wanted to stare at you, instead, but anytime he caught himself, your intimidating coworker was glaring pure death directly at him. It was startling enough to deter him.. but only physically. Mentally, he couldn't be deterred by God himself, he thought. Your being haunted him in the sweetest of ways, clinging to his skin and singing in his veins like a poison. 

“This cannot be healthy, dude. Just fuckin talk to them? Why drag me here if you're just gonna gawk?” Beomgyu huffed, bottom lip pulling into a dramatic pout as he slumped in his seat. He poked at his empty coffee cup, scowling at it with disdain. The two had definitely been here too long, and Beomgyu was itching to go home already.

Kai frowned, taking another long sip of his cold coffee, letting the silence between them stretch until Beomgyu shifted uncomfortably. Satisfied, Kai opened his mouth to reply with a hushed whisper.

“I'll talk to them, eventually.. I just wanted to treat you to coffee.” Came his reply. It was a lame excuse, if it could even count as an excuse to begin with. Beomgyu's eyes narrowed in challenge as he sat forward, pointing an accusing finger at Kai.

“you need to stop being such a pussy. You didn't drag me here to treat me and we both know it.” Kai's shoulders sagged in defeat, stealing a glance your way only to catch your coworkers eyes again. He promptly broke eye contact and blinked at Beomgyu, a nervous blush rising to his cheeks. Beomgyu just smirked at the pathetic reaction, head tilting to the side cockily. “See? Pussy.”

It had been four months after your first interactions when his dreams shifted.. again.

No longer were they sickeningly sweet, bringing a pretty flush to his cheeks. No, now they brought a flush to his cheeks in a different way. Now he buried his head in his hands, desperately willing the thoughts to go away when in public. But in private? He reveled in them. 

He had always collected plushies, adorable varieties of characters piled onto his bed and shelves, but now he viewed their innocence in a.. different light. Now, all he could think of when he saw the black cat plushie was you. Your initial indifference, your subsequent innocence and sleek beauty. 

He couldn't help it. You did this to him, after all. He was desperate, whining and puffing out meaningless apologies to the black plush below him as he rutted into it. He was desperate. Every movement was fueled by a different memory of you. The way your glasses slid down your nose, the way said nose would crinkle when you laughed. The way you would roll your eyes at a lame joke your coworker told you, the way youd poke your tongue out of your mouth when you focused on making coffees.

God help him, that tongue. That was what he fantasized about the most, these days. How would it feel to tangle your tongue with his? How would it feel to become so intimate with you, so sloppy that drool pooled and spilled over your lips and chin. He wondered how talented that tongue would be when he stuffed your face with his cock. God, what a thought. Choking on it, your pretty whines.. Would your eyes roll back? Would you moan around him? Would you get so aroused by the action of him fucking your pretty mouth that youd drip all over the floor?

His hips stuttered, pretty whines and a long, drawn out moan falling from his lips as he came. It matted the fur of the poor plushie under his hips, but he couldnt focus on that. No, he was still deep in his daydreams, imagining how hed take care of you, how he'd be so gentle with you.. guide you to the bathroom to clean you up, perhaps even carry you if you asked-

Twenty minutes later, he decided the stickiness was too much to bear. Once he was clean, he took the walk of shame to the laundry room, plush cat tucked in his arms to hide the sin he had spilled on them. But when he looked up at met Beomgyu's eyes in the living room, Kai knew his secret was no longer his own.

It was six months after your first meeting when he finally got the confidence to talk to you. God, he was right. You were everything he dreamed youd be. You were hilarious, your deadpan humor making him laugh harder than he ever had before in his life. He chatted with you while you washed the counters, swept the floors, made coffees. You had a closing shift today, and he had been there since the morning, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He spent the whole day talking to you, about everything he ever wanted to talk to you about. He learned your hobbies, your likes, dislikes, hatreds and passions. You were perfect. 

The two of you had been so engrossed in one another that the store was closing before you both realized. Not even the glare of your coworker – Taehyun, he learned – could sway him. He smiled, bright as ever when he glanced outside, seeing it was dark out. You were locking up the store, Taehyun was already halfway to his own car when he spoke up.

“I could walk you to your car, if you'd like? it's dark out…” He trailed, eyeing you for any potential discomfort. It melted into a pleasant smile after you nodded, inviting him along for the short walk. You two walked slowly, however, not yet wanting to separate just yet. He was infatuated, worse than he initially thought. Maybe Beomgyu was right, he was in love with you. He was entirely, wholeheartedly in love with a perfect stranger. And perhaps it was selfish of him when he asked for your number, clinging to hope that you were just as enamored as he was. 

And maybe it was the look in your eyes when you handed his phone back to him, your number saved in his phone with a pretty typed out heart next to your name; maybe it was the sweetness of the coffee still on his tongue.. but he really hoped you were dreaming of him, too.

[alieinthemorning]

Marital Duties [Xavier]

Content: Fluff, Suggestive Themes, Friends to Lovers, Fast Burn, POV Second Person

Pronouns: None

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You liked cooking. You wouldn’t say your food was anything to write home about, but it was good, and that’s all that mattered. It was also nice to see the smiles on your friends faces when they ate your food. It feels good to feed others.

However,

“This is really good.”

There was a certain friend of yours that was beginning to over stay his welcome.

“Next time, I think we should try this new recipe—” You placed your hands firmly on his shoulders as you pushed him toward the door.

“Yes, yes. We can talk more about it later.” You said quickly as you shoved him out into the empty hallway.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” He stumbled out the door from your harsh push, but he was quick to spin on his heel, “Oh, and—”

“I’ll see you at headquarters, Xavier.” You told him with a smile as you slammed the door in his face.

You quickly locked the door, waiting for the sound of retreating footsteps to finally becoming silent. You retreated to your bedroom, pointedly ignoring the mess in the kitchen (that was a problem for the you of tomorrow to deal with). You plopped down on your bed, the exhaustion of the day’s excitement finally catching up with you.

Or rather, the week’s excitement.

Ever since you helped him make those egg tarts, Xavier has been visiting just about every day for a meal or two or three, not that it bothers you that much anymore. In the beginning it took quite the toll on your wallet, but after a conversation with him, Xavier made sure the two of you made a trip to the grocery store every week with him footing the bill. But that man could eat. You could most likely make him a seven-course meal, and he’d ask for more.

You adore cooking for your friends, but this was beginning to become something more than cooking for a friend.

So the next day, when Xavier came over, you decided to make your problem known.

You shoved your left hand into his face. “Look at my hand. Tell me what’s wrong with it.”

He looked at it, turned it over and over. He even looked under your fingernails, but pouted when he found nothing. “…I don’t see anything.”

You pulled your hand back, tapping the finger by your pinky. “There’s no ring, Xavier.”

He tilted his head. “So?”

“So, because there’s no ring on my finger, I won’t keep cooking for you.” You crossed your arms with a huff. “You’re getting marital benefits, for friend prices.”

“I…” He paused, grabbing your hand and looking over it again. “Okay.”

You weren’t expecting that. “Huh?”

He just nodded, “Mmh. Come on, I’m starving.”

All you could do is follow him, as it seemed you were always doing. “…you’re always starving.”

It had been a few weeks since the ring situation, and it seemed like things had calmed down a bit.

How wrong you were.

Sitting in between the two of you, on the dining room table, was a white velvet box.

And within that box, was a ring.

…

He had taken you seriously.

You plucked the ring out of the box,

and slipped it on your finger.

Xavier was staring intently at his empty plate. “Hmmm…”

You tilted your head, “What’s up? Was the food not good?”

“No, of course not. Your food is always delicious. It’s just…” You wanted for him to continue, “…I feel like I’m not doing much as your husband.”

You chuckled. “We’re not actually married—” The look on his face, a firm pout, made you pause. “…yet.”

The pout was replaced with a small smile. “Yes, I know, but I don’t think it matters too much that if we call each other that.”

“Okay, so what’s the problem then?”

He sighed, looking off to the side. “I just feel like I’m not doing enough.”

You furrowed your brows. Xavier was doing more than enough. Yes, the two of you did skip right from friendship to marriage, but Xavier wasn’t doing anything. He continued buying your groceries, but he also put extra little treats in the cart for the two of you to share. You went on dates when you both shared a day off. You picked up little knick-knacks that reminded you of the other, leaving a bit of yourself in the other’s apartment. You didn’t know where this was coming from.

You reached across the table, placing your hand over his. “Xavier, you’ve given me everything.”

His cheeks flushed red. “…not everything…”

Oh.

Oh.

You bit your lip, as you felt yourself flush at the implication. “Um, well, I—”

Finally, he looked at you.

And you really wished he hadn’t.

“I think I should change that…tonight.”

Your eyes widen. “T-tonight!?”

He smiled, standing up.

“Right now.”

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[sinatracxre]

greetings, muse of the ages that which bears a monochrome affinity that shall seeketh and beget beauty ...

idk bro insert aesthetic text HHHHH

is it okay if i mayhaps perchance request general yandere eiji headcanons

vanishes into the wind

YANDERE EIJI

𖤐 general yandere!eiji headcanons <3 — tw . drugging , stalking , kidnapping , imprisonment , blood , implied (?) stockholm syndrome , implied (?) death , mentions of nausea and coughing up blood .

eiji is known to be a cordial being. of course, he appears threatening and intimidating and rather gloomy, but his heart doesn’t harbor as much hatred as you think he does. he isn’t a specific sweetheart yet at the same time, he’s adoring on certain moments. he can appear to be closed off and defensive, yet usually, he is just holding trust issues to his heart that he wishes to fix. his embedded sense of loyalty and his desire to finally close his eyes and be admitted into the world where numbers never haunted him like the grim reaper did on his shoulder.

yandere eiji? well, he’s an entirely different story. 

yandere!eiji who is so afraid of his s/o dying that he purposefully keeps an obsessive eye on them at all costs. he can see everyone’s death date and cause, so why should he not be concerned? he anxiously stares into the distance and prays that all of which he is gazing upon is nothing but a lie. then his anxiously shaken gaze … softens. swallowing the lump in his throat, he realizes that he doesn’t have to be scared of s/o dying. he can protect them forever.

yandere!eiji who misunderstands his odd and creepy behavior as an act of love and protection. he purposefully stays overly close to s/o and endlessly stares at them. whenever they wish to step out of an area, eiji has to follow them even if they don’t allow him, he will do so anyways. he has close to little cares about privacy at this point, he’s too worried. and worry is a great sin when it comes to love. he is too loyal, too trusting, and too loving.

yandere!eiji who decides he can’t always be there for s/o. so he makes a final decision. lock them up forever. if he can’t always be there for them, then they can always be there for him. it’s perfect! he suppresses a shaky smile as he meticulously crafts a plan. he is nothing too intelligent in terms of school and books, but he is still pretty crafty nonetheless. he stares at the picture of s/o that he took on his almost broken phone while they were asleep on his shoulder. he carefully pulls the screen to his face and presses a soft kiss to the picture. one day. one day.

yandere!eiji who notices that his s/o’s time is slowly deteriorating and he cannot waste a single second. he purposefully decides to make a plan where he can somehow feed s/o some sleeping pills before taking them away. he can’t do it in the first go though; they’ll get suspicious of course! which is why he starts by learning how to cook and bake little treats — an adorable gesture with the wrong intentions.

yandere!eiji who spends the next two weeks constantly cooking and offering the food to s/o, asking them to judge it. he holds back a smile as they admit how great it is. and he’s sure that he’ll cook more of them once they’re in his grasp. and it was just like any other day. a small egg tart that eiji had apparently prepared. the taste according to s/o? as great as ever, they had to say. they flashed eiji a bright smile and as the two continued to talk on and on, s/o could feel … an awkwardly alamort state they were trapped in. fatigue rushed through their skull and they gripped their aching head, begging to be freed from this echo. they turned to eiji in wonder and the last the thing they saw before passing out was a genuine smile — eiji’s genuine and true smile that no one had ever seen before.

yandere!eiji who lets s/o wake up in his own room, tied to a chair and blindfolded. s/o screams and asks what’s happening and calls out for help, yet a familiar touch cups their cheek. the blindfold slides off and they get to meet a pair of crimson eyes; eiji. they hold back a wavering tone and dump questions to their dearly friend, praying it’s not what they expected. suddenly, eiji grips their shoulder and slowly leans in. s/o, expecting the worst, panics and turns away. meanwhile, they feel no forceful grip. only eiji leaning their face over their other shoulder and holding them close.

“ i will keep you safe here … just for a bit. ”

and so the new lifestyle begins.

yandere!eiji who sees that his s/o only has another week before their official death date arrives and grows pitiful cause of it. he knows how much s/o cries every night and hoarsely begs him to let them go, but eiji is just scared. scared; that he’ll lose s/o just like how he lost his friends and closest loved ones. scared; that he will never be able to protect his dearest. scared; that he will end up with the guilt of never protecting anyone.

yandere!eiji who knows he’ll die if he ends up keeping his s/o away from their doomed death. that was the drawback of his death prediction; he can’t prevent or reveal someone’s death or else he’ll die. as time passes, eiji starts coughing up more blood and stays away from s/o. because he’s scared to show s/o that he’s going to die. he wants them to be comforted in their last moments before he can fix everything. he chokes on the warm liquid and coughs heavily, gripping the bathroom tiles and blinking back tears then slaps himself back into reality. he cannot succumb to his powers; he has to keep s/o alive.

yandere!eiji who is oddly clingy and complimenting the day of s/o’s supposed death. he kneels before them and holds onto their hand, swallowing and making sure he never shows a single drop of his own blood in front of them. he ignores their tired pants for air and whimpering cries, just whispers, “ it will all be okay soon. i promise. ”

yandere!eiji who obsessively kisses and holds onto s/o’s fingertips as the midnight of the death date awaits for him in just mere minutes. once that midnight strikes, his s/o would have officially beaten death. he shakily stands up with a nauseous sensation and removes s/o’s blindfold, not even noticing the blood that trickles down his lips and flashes a comforting grin. s/o stares in a mix of concern and disgust, and yet all eiji can see is that loving gaze he mendaciously made himself believe in.

yandere!eiji who chuckles and slowly starts to untie s/o’s restrictions while humming, “ you’ll be okay … it will all be okay. ” even though he knows it won’t be. he covers their eyes with his calloused hand and coughs, praying that he will stay awake just until midnight so he can confirm his beloved’s survival.

yandere!eiji who yearningly stares at the ticking clock and mumbles one last time.

“ i love you til the day i die. ”

yandere!eiji who slumps to the ground, motionless, eyes closed, and blood boiling in his throat as the clock whispers the hymns of the next day. s/o has officially beaten the fates of death in the cost of another. they hurriedly free themselves from the rest of the ropes and kneel in front of eiji — he’s still breathing. a sharp knife lays a few steps away from them. if they were to die right now, fate would accurately start operating again and eiji could live. but on the other hand, if s/o were to run away this instant, they could be eternally freed as the sole survivor of death though would they be safe?

yandere!eiji who truly loved s/o so deeply that he was willing to die to keep them alive in this world — even though his methods were foolishly immoral ( amoral perhaps ) and impure.

yandere!eiji who regrets nothing of his actions and believes that he will never pass on his powers to anyone; he will forever keep it in his corpse so no other being will suffer of his gaze that he was haunted by for his life.

[yuri-is-online]

Ngl, Aceyuu has me in a chokehold right now. Now imagine this:

Yuu's been learning how to improve their cooking and baking so they and Grim don't have to stick to eating the same ol' food everyday. After successfully making their first successful dish, which is chicken pasta bake, they decided to kick it up a notch. Salads, meat dishes, soups, pastries and desserts, the Ramshackle duo are eating good. So, why not make lunch for the both of them to bring to school?

The first years look in awe when they see the delicious lunches Grim and Yuu are eating. Ace, however, has his eyes set on Grim's dessert: a slice of cherry pie. But just before he can grab it, Grim's already chowing down on the pie before trying to take some of Ace's food. Yuu, of course, scolds Grim and gives him one if their cranberry white chocolate buns to tame him. Noticing Ace's expression, it didn't take long for them to put two and two together. So, they ask for the first years to come over to Ramshackle for dinner. While the first years are talking excitedly, Yuu throws Ace a wink, confusing him.

At Ramshackle, the dining table was full of dishes: grilled chicken, vegetable stir fry, shish kabobs, and more. When it was time for dessert, everyone was on the edge of their seats until Yuu came out with different desserts for each first year. Mini egg tarts for Deuce, pear compote with vanilla ice cream for Jack, spiced apple muffins for Epel, double chocolate cookies for Sebek, custard pudding for Grim, and Yuu has strawberry gelato. To their shock, Ace doesn't have any dessert which bums him a little. Though, to be fair, he is super full so he probably has no room for dessert at the moment. But Yuu, ever the friendly soul, let's Ace eat some of their gelato.

Before they leave, Yuu asks Ace to stay behind because they have something to gift him. They hand him a box tied with a red ribbon and tell him to open it when no one's looking. He's confused but he complies.

Back at Heartslabyul, Ace opens up the box to find what's inside: beautiful mini black forest cakes arranged into a heart shape. Ace, who's a little hungry, snacks on the cakes while feeling all giddy.

annon this is a whole meal (⊙_⊙) and I had to make sure I had a whole meal before I let myself look at this ask, people extensively describing food makes me hungry (－－；

I would make one mini addition to your little scenario, cherry pie is listed as Ace's favorite food, so it makes a bit more sense for Yuu to give him something like that... especially since that's what he wanted from Grim in the first place! Maybe it could be something like these heart shaped cherry hand pies? And Yuu gives him one little black forest cake for desert so it doesn't seem like they are singling him out too much, I mean sure Ace is their favorite but they can't tell the other boys that!!! They need to make up some sort of excuse, maybe they stole found a pencil of his they need to give him so they ask him to stay behind so they can get it for him... and Ace "sighs" and agrees to, acting like he's soooo inconvenienced while the other first years exchange a look and book it so they don't have to deal with you two.

Ace would be so stupid embarrassed if you made him cherry pie. It's his favorite, you know him and see him. Making food for someone is a pure and heavenly form of love, and you had to think about what you wanted to make for each of them and thought long enough about him to make him something extra. It's so touching he can;t even bring himself to gloat about it, but he will thank you for the food.

How can he be expected to get more otherwise?

[choccy-milky]

Status update on the dark relic nsfw comic please ma'am 🙏 my family is dying

ITS DONE!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉...well, the DRAWING part is as of yesterday BAHAHA. now im just adding all the dialogue/speech bubbles/sfx, SO ITS DEFINITELY GONNA BE SOON!! DEFS BY THIS WEEKEND!! ive just been very nitpicky on the font which i cant decide on LMAO and im also nitpicky abt other final touches LOL. i didnt wanna show anymore cuz ive already shown so much but HERES THE FINAL SNEAK PEEK

and speaking of fonts, i normally use handwriting by jeremy paz!

oh man its so random, but i either use the name lumi or clora for everything whenever i play rpgs (baldurs gate 3, dragon age, you name it) and clora originated from rune factory 4 LOL. theres a character named 'clorica' and i really liked that name, it sounds so elegant and fantasy ish, so i eventually just shortened it to clora bahaha. now its my go-to. i like how simple it is but it also sounds unique and works in modern AND fantasy settings, imo

my first and ONLY playthrough was as clora! i originally did try to make myself at the start, but i have short brown hair and straight across bangs, and they didnt have a style that felt 'me', so i went with just making a ravenclaw that i liked, and then gave her my go-to name of clora HAHA. and yea, i built up her and sebs relationship in my head as i was playing, especially with all the running around the castle i did. i just liked to imagine her constantly out of breath and flushed and seb just watching like ....🧍girl chill...

AND SPEAKING OF MY DARK RELIC COMIC/SMUT, my biggest advice for writing smut id say is to have a reasoning behind it, i guess? i focus a lot on their headspace/WHY they're fucking at that moment when i write it LOL instead of just the movements/sex for the sake of sex. in your case, the sexual tension leading up to the first time gives you SO much to work with, since you can just be in his head with how much hes looking forward to it, how much hes savouring it, how he's also nervous but enjoying it and trusting the other person, etc. the thoughts are hotter than the actual deed a lot of the times (which is why when clora and seb did it for the first time it ended up being like, 15k words of just foreplay and build up from sebs perspective LMAOO) so yeah id just try to focus on their emotions and desires if you can! and a lot of the times with consent stuff it CAN feel forced, and you dont even really need your characters to talk about that stuff verbally, at least not too much. you can do it in body language, or just something as simple as 'ill stop if you want'. it doesnt have to be a long therapist-like conversation about consent, which CAN tend to sound a little awkward and unrealistic (esp in the heat of the moment), if thats the problem you're having. HOPE I COULD HELP

also i love this for you and for me. YES GO ON AND MAKE A BUNCH OF CLORA CLONES, I COMMAND IT👉👉👉

and last but not least the most important question. honestly i like plain sweets a lot with no icing/filling. im a slut for shortbread cookies and also just plain glazed donuts. and also custard/portugese/egg tarts, which i also forced clora to like in my fic HAHA. IF YOU HAVENT HAD THEM YOU HAVE TO, THEYRE SO GOOD😩😩💖💖

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Chatterbox (M, cold, 'drabble')

A little prompt-based fluff for you guys :) Reed and Greyson go out to dinner, but Reed realizes something is up when Greyson won't shut tf up lol. I'm loving writing this relationship, I can't lie, so sorry if it's too much Reed and Greyson lately - I'll get back to my other guys soon!

1.6K words (just a tiny lil blip of a story haha) CW: Male snz, coughing, fever, contagion mention. Hope you like it :)

Chatterbox

Reed looked down at his phone as he waited on Greyson, rereading the stream-of-consciousness texts his boyfriend had sent throughout the day.

Greyson

1:42PM

sooo pumped for tonight bb :)

1:56PM

should I wear a suit…? I know it’s a new spot but the website definitely reads ‘fine dining’, like fine-er than most of my clothes know how to be...

2:24PM

I think I’ll do dark jeans & a black button up. johnny cash style. cant go wrong w that. hahah.

3:17PM

I know ur working still but im just really excited to see you:):)

It was cute – borderline adorable – how nervous Greyson seemed for their dates, even after almost a year of the two of them being together. Reed had, of course, answered Greyson’s plethora texts throughout the day, but had tried to keep himself subdued so he wouldn’t give away his hand; tonight, he was going to ask Greyson to move in with him.

He knew it was a bit of a long time coming, but Reed was really trying to keep from scaring Greyson off by doing anything too quickly. His boyfriend certainly had a bit of past-relationship trauma that Reed tried valiantly to navigate; it was hard to figure out what the right time to do anything was. Sometimes, he wasn’t sure there was ever going to be a right time to push their relationship to the next level. But things had been good lately; like, really good. Tonight felt… right.

Greyson’s presence was palpable before Reed even saw him blow through the door. He looked up from his phone and clocked his boyfriend, standing out side the restaurant with his elbow locked over his face; Reed cocked his head a bit, confused. Was he… coughing?

The chef, clad in the Johnny-Cash-getup he’d promised, shook himself out before pushing the door to the restaurant open. He pawed at his nose with the back of his hand while asking the hostess to point Reed out – she gestured towards their table, and Greyson smiled when the two of them locked eyes. Reed waved, smiling back. Something was certainly… off.

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” Greyson said, kissing the top of Reed’s head before sitting across from him. “The fuckin’ train was running late again.”

“I’ve told you a million times I’ll come pick you up for dates,” Reed said, squeezing Greyson’s hand across the table. “You don’t always have to take the train.”

Greyson shrugged, smiled a little loopily. “I like the train,” he said, picking up his menu and squinting at the small font. “Lots of time to think. I’ve come up with my best dishes on the subway, I’m pretty sure; you remember that tart I made for the writer’s dinner, the one where we saw each other for the second time? Came up with that on the train. I was sitting next to this girl, probably a student, and she was eating one of those little egg tarts, the ones from the Japanese bakeries? I thought, damn I bet a root vegetable in one of those would fuckin’ slay – spoiler alert, it so did. Where would I have come up with that if not for the train? Plus, it’s one of the most sustainable ways to travel. I get my good karma for not actively killing the environment in. Win-win. What’re we eat – HTSHH! NXTSHH!” Greyson’s explosion of word vomit was very suddenly cut off to stifle two painful-sounding sneezes into the back of his hand.

Reed blinked for what was maybe the first time since his boyfriend sat down. “...bless,” he said after a beat. Greyson nodded, sniffled a little, and picked the menu back up.

“What’s this place’s thing anyway?” Greyson continued, flipping the menu over to look at drinks. “I can’t seem to figure it out; are they Italian? Mediterranean? Fine dining? Just high-end? No tasting menu, but prices are high enough to warrant one. Wine list reads very Italian, but there are like three dishes with hummus on them? I’m half-expecting to be served babaganoush bolognese. Which… maybe would work? Actually, eggplant, tomato sauce… I could see it working. You never know. Can’t judge a book by its menu, right? What’re you drinking? Want to get a bot -?”

This second monologue was cut short when Reed reached across the table to place a gentle hand on Greyson’s face. Just as he expected: hot.

“Babe,” Reed said gently, taking his hand back, “you’re burning up.”

The chef cast his glance down, embarrassed. “You weren’t supposed to figure that out till after dinner,” he muttered. Reed laughed.

“Seriously? You had to know I’d figure something was up. You’ve been monologing since the moment you sat down. Have you been sick all day? You should’ve told me, honey. How much cough medicine did you take before you showed up here?”

Greyson looked up at Reed and gave him a little half-smile. “Pretty sure I downed half a bottle of Robutusssin, not gonna liiii – hh! HhNXTSHH-ue! Huh-TSHH-ue!” Once again, Greyson attempted to stifle, to no avail. He allowed himself two painful little coughs before righting himself again.

“Bless you,” Reed said again. “I wish you would just sneeze normal, that always sounds so painful.”

“We’re in a restaurant,” Greyson said, a huskiness beginning to creep in to his voice. “That’s so gross.”

Reed rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Who cares? No one’s looking at us. They’re too busy with their many, many hummuses.”

A laugh bubbled out of Greyson, and with it came a flurry of congested coughs he directed into the sleeve of his shirt. “Don’t mbake me laugh,” he muttered, taking a drink of water. “You’re gonna get us kicked out.”

“Good,” Reed said, flagging the waiter. “I’m so sorry,” he said when the young, well-dressed server came to their table, “something’s come up and we’re going to have to go.” He handed the kid a fifty. “Thank you for your help.”

The server nodded, said thank you to Reed, and went to grab the two men’s jackets. Greyson raised an eyebrow, confused. “What’re you doing?”

“Taking you home,” Reed said. “You need tea and soup, not…” he glanced back down at the menu, “fattoush flatbread.” Greyson visibly deflated.

“I wanted to spend the evening with you,” he said, his voice subdued. “I’m sorry. I should’ve called and canceled, I just… I mbiss you when we don’t see each other all week. You’re always busy, I’mb always busy, it just fucking sucks. I don’t even know how I got fucking sick… oh wait, yes I do. Elijah had a cold last week – was that last week? Did I tell you that? I can’t remember. I think the servers gave it to him. Fuckin’ servers, I’ve never met a group of people who get sick mbore than theehh – huh! Fuck – HUHETSHHH-ue! Huh-! HhITSZZZCH-ue!” Greyson folded in half, his torso practically beneath the table in an attempt to keep the entire restaurant from hearing him. It was, of course, at that moment that the server returned with their coats. Reed took them silently, and stood to gather his boyfriend, who slowly unfurled himself from his own lap.

“Bless you,” he said, gently helping Greyson to his feet and slipping his coat over his shoulders. He lead the two of them past the host stand and onto the sidewalk, where he turned Greyson to face him.

“First of all,” he said, sweeping Greyson’s hair out of his eyes and caressing his cheek, “I know a subset of people who get sick more than servers, and it’s chefs. You and all your chef buddies are pestilence incarnate because you work nine hundred hours a week.” This prompted a little laugh from Greyson. Perfect, thought Reed. Break the tension.

“Secondly, yes, you did tell me that Elijah was sick, and I told you, and I quote, ‘Don’t get too close, I know you two love to share a cold’, but I know you don’t like to listen to authority, so not sure what I expected.” Another laugh. Greyson pushed his hair back, rubbed his nose, and pulled Reed in to hug him. Reed continued from this spot, pressed into Greyson’s shoulder.

“And thirdly,” he said, “I miss you too. All the time. Which is why I asked you out tonight.” He pulled away, reached into his pocket, and dropped a key into Greyson’s palm. “I don’t want to miss you anymore. I don’t want you to have to take the train from Brooklyn every single night, I don’t want us to hang out once a week, I don’t want to drop you at your apartment to take care of yourself. I want to see you when I wake up every morning. I want to hear you sneak in at three AM after you and Matt go clubbing. I want to take care of you, at home, when you’re sick.” Reed smiled, a little embarrassed, as Greyson stared at the key. “Move in with me,” Reed said. “Please.”

Greyson’s mouth opened, then shut without words a couple of times before he looked Reed in the eyes. “Yes,” he said, nodding. “Okay. Yes. Yes, please.”

Reed felt a smile bloom on his face, huge, goofy, unashamed. He took Greyson’s face in his hands and planted a kiss on his lips. Greyson held his boyfriend by the waist, then picked him up to spin him around. “I love you,” Greyson muttered into Reed’s mouth.

“I love you more,” Reed said, smiling. Greyson turned away then, suddenly to -

“HRRSHH-ue! HhhITSHZZCH-ue!” he sneezed away from his boyfriend, which prompted a laugh from Reed.

“Probably too late for that nicety,” Reed joked, elbowing Greyson playfully. The chef huffed out a laugh and rolled his eyes.

“I figured sneezing directly into your face would probably kill the moment,” he said, sniffling. “But I’ll go ahead and just do it next time.”

“Oh, shut up,” Reed laughed, kissing Greyson again. “C’mon. Let’s get you home and in bed. Sickie.”

Greyson smiled a little. “Yeah,” he said, looping his arm into Reed’s. “Let’s go home.”

[betweenbreaths]

86. Does it make you nervous when I stare?

Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Characters: Xavier x Reader

Rating: E / 18+

A/N: Prompt List

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The partner sytem in the Hunter's Watch has gotten you out a pinch a few times now. Just recently, when you found yourself dealing with an impossible horde of wanderers, your partner had received a red alert on his watch and came to your rescue, teleporting you out of the way in the nick of time. If not for him, you may well have died that day.

Then again, it may have been better to die with some dignity while carrying out your duties as a hunter, than to die from embarrassment like this.

And by 'this', you mean caught with your pants down (literally) and a dildo shoved halfway up your pussy, and a certain partner teleporting into your bedroom mid-orgasm, staring at you with utter bewilderment when he realises you’re not screaming for help.

Oh, and how could you forget to mention? He'd walked in right when you were screaming his name in ecstasy.

What happens in the next few seconds is complete chaos. You scream, chucking the nearest pillow at his head, which Xavier expertly dodges as he bolts out the door after mumbling a red-faced apology over his shoulder.

The rest of that afternoon is spent searching for apartments in Linkon City that are available for rent; the sooner you move away the better, lest you run into your partner by chance in this apartment building. Goodness knows how devastatingly awkward it will be to ever face him again. You’re not sure if you can even look him in the eye anymore.

For now, you'll just have to avoid him for as long as you can.

Unfortunately, that only lasts for a matter of hours.

Later that night, you hear your doorbell ring. Afraid that it might be Xavier, you ignore it, but when the doorbell ringing continues after 10 minutes, you give up and head over to get rid of your visitor. Much to your dismay and no surprise, you find Xavier standing at your door, meeting your gaze only for a second before dropping them to his feet and shifting his weight restlessly.

"I brought food. To... apologise... for this afternoon."

You look down at the plastic bag in his hands, and you catch a whiff of what smells like egg tarts.

"You made this?"

"No, I bought it. I was afraid it wouldn't turn out right.”

The tension is so thick you could suffocate. With a resigned sigh, you accept the bag from him. "Thanks. Let's... just forget about everything. Nothing happened today.”

"I can't do that." Xavier's abrupt reply has you blinking twice and doing a double-take.

"What- What do you mean, you 'can't'?"

"Because I heard you... saying my name back there."

Trying to feign ignorance is a herculean task in front of sweet, innocent Xavier. Not to mention, you’re not exactly a seasoned liar.

You clear your throat awkwardly and in the most convincing voice you can muster, you tell him, "You must have heard wrong."

Xavier stares at you, unfazed.

"...You're not a very good liar."

Damn it.

"Sorry. It doesn't mean anything, so don't... think too much about it. Let's just call it a night, okay? I'm tired, and—"

You move to close the door, but he immediately holds it open, swiftly sidestepping you and worming his way into your apartment before you can stop him. What would be the point, anyway? He could teleport in here if he so wished.

"I think we should talk about it," Xavier insists. It's rare for him to be so stubborn, and you find your resolve softening when you meet his piercing, determined gaze.

Your head falls, eyes resting on your feet. "I'm sorry for what happened this afternoon.”

"I'm not here to ask for an apology." He steps closer, figure approaching you. You instinctively step back, withdrawing farther and farther until your back hits the wall and you realise that you've been cornered.

"Then," you ask after some hesitation, voice trembling slightly, "what… are you here for?"

Xavier leans in, closing the gap between you until your noses are nearly touching. His eyes bore deeply into yours, as if searching them for an inkling of the thoughts running through your head at that moment, and you're thankful then and there that Xavier is not actually telepathic because all you can think of is how pink and kissable those lips are, how soft they would feel against yours and how hot and heavy his tongue would be running across your lips—

"I wanted to know if you... Do you..." Xavier ears have turned a dark shade of red now, and despite the trouble he's having with finishing his sentences, you can guess what he wants to ask.

That alone is enough to send your heart into overdrive once more.

"Do you have feelings for me?"

Your mind goes blank, like a hard drive that got wiped clean in an instant. You have no idea what to say to your partner who has that earnest, sincere look in his eyes. He's seriously wondering what you feel about him, while you are suddenly reminded about your unfinished business in the afternoon before you got interrupted. With him leaning in this close, his scent permeating your senses, your fingers are itching to just grab him by the collar and crash your lips to his, feel his hands on your hips and dig your fingers into his soft, silver hair...

It's then that you realise that this is no longer just your imagination. Suddenly it's real: the feel of his lips on yours, kissing you, and you're kissing back, parting your lips for your tongue to sweep across his lower lip, and then catching it between your teeth in a light nip. His hands are roaming, up and down your back, down your waist and hovering close to your ass. Yours are in his hair, pulling him closer to you and hugging him tightly, as if he'll disappear any second.

Did you make the first move? Or did he do it?

The questions fade away into nothing, melting along with your body as he kisses you with the passion of a starved beast. He’s bolder than usual, hands exploring your body with an urgency that was strange but oddly exciting, coming from him. He steps closer, positioning his thigh between your legs and pressing against your aching center. The pressure against you has you moaning softly into his lips, and you can't help but rock your hips, seeking the sweet friction that you had been denied of this afternoon.

The rest goes by in a blur, quite literally. One second you're your doorway, and in the next, you feel the wind enveloping your tightly connected bodies and when you open your eyes again, you're in your bedroom. All it takes is one step for him to push you down onto the sheets with a bounce, and then he's on top of you, lips crashing back to yours as if pained to have been parted from yours for even a moment.

"W-Wait," you say, when you finally break apart for want of air, and Xavier acquiesces, stopping himself from dipping in again for another taste of you. You find yourself nose to nose with a heavily breathing Xavier — a rare sight for a hunter who fights off wanderers without even breaking a sweat.

"This– So— It's happening so fast—"

"You want me," Xavier says matter-of-factly, husky voice sending delightful shivers down your spine. There's no trace of a question in that statement.

"You... but..."

"But, what?"

"We're partners. Isn't this weird?"

"You were touching yourself while thinking of me first—"

"Oh my god, can we stop talking about that? I died so many times from shame today."

"It doesn't have to be a bad memory, you know,” Xavier says with a sweet smile. You would have thought he was talking about going to the convenience store for a snack or something normal, if not for the position you're both in and the undeniable undertones of something naughtier that he has in mind.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

His smile widens, and you hold your breath as he leans in to whisper something you’d never ever thought you’d hear from him.

“Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

He… He can’t be serious.

Your unspoken question must have been written all over your stunned face, because Xavier reaches down to hook his fingers under the hem of your shorts, and yanks it down to expose you to him.

“I want to see it. So I can do the same for you.”

Blood rushes to your face and your already wet cunt clenches at those words. You want to say no, but how can you, when he’s looking at you with such a sincere, pleading gaze? Saying no to him would be the equivalent of kicking a puppy; you just can't.

But your fingers are also hesitant, and when you waver for too long, Xavier decides to take your wrist in his warm hand, and guide them to your center, brushing your fingers over your wet slit.

"This... is too embarrassing," you tell him, biting down on your lip as he sinks your fingers into your slick folds. Your fingers aren't moving, paralysed by his heated, intense gaze.

Xavier's darkened eyes meet yours once more, and you want to look away, but his other hand catches your chin between his thumb and index finger, holding you in place.

"Does it make you nervous when I stare?" he asks, voice lowered to a deep whisper. He leans in closer and you find yourself unable to shift back. All you can do is hold your breath as his nose finds yours and you feel his warm breath fanning over your parted lips.

Your eyes dip down for a brief moment to his lips, and in that moment you hear him chuckle. His hand, formerly on your wrist, slides down to rest over your index and middle fingers, and he pushes them into your folds, rubbing gently over your clit.

The shock of pleasure shoots through you and you let out a gasp, which is immediately muffled when his lips captures yours in an eager kiss.

The kiss is better than how you imagined it would be; it's warm and gentle like the rays of the morning sun, melting all your nerves and worries away.

His hand moves from your chin to your cup your cheek, thumb swiping delicately over your cheekbone, before sliding to the back of your neck to tug you closer to him. In response, your arms wrap around his back, hugging him tightly. Moans of his name slip out every so often when you break apart for air, and when you can't hold back when he continues moving your fingers against your sensitive clit.

"Is this better?" he asks, lightly panting as well when you pause to rest your forehead against his, focusing on the pleasure that he's giving to you. His eyes are closed, as they have been for a while now.

"Are you going to keep your eyes closed?" you ask back, raising one hand to trace the curve of his eyebrow.

His lips spread into a smile, free hand taking your wrist and holding it against his cheek. His face turns towards it, lips pressing a kiss to your palm.

"I don't necessarily have to look to learn."

It's then that you feel two fingers sinking into you, stretching your walls with the sweet friction that you've been craving all afternoon. Unable to stop yourself, your hips buck into his hands as your back arches, head thrown back with a loud gasp.

"You can show me in other ways," Xavier whispers, and you don't need to look to know that this night is going to be a long one.

[kevinationnto]

Part 2 of the humble excerpt from Eggbert's life in court!

"EGGBERT! What do you want!? Come forward, now!" She commanded. Eggbert came forward and took a knee behind the red line. He had no idea where the Red King was, and thought, "that good-for-nothing Prince must be out stealing tarts again. That makes it the 57th time this month."

"Pardon me," Eggbert spoke. "I was merely wondering if her Highness would be interested... in a game of croquet."

ANOTHER ONE!?" The Red Queen yelled. Eggbert, panicked, responded, "Erm, yes, since her Grace loves it so, I thought to schedule as many as possible..."

The Red Queen glared at an internally panicking Eggbert, who thought that she would now call for his beheading, but was immensely relieved when she hissed, "Very well, then." He knew things would be easier from here, now that the Red Queen had a welcome distraction, and Rosie and Miminsy Mime would not have to stress themselves so much just to please her.

Wonderland Au belongs to @endomentendo

Rosie the Servant (mentioned) belongs to @thecrazymask83

Miminsy Mime (mentioned) belongs to @just-miki

PS. I've hidden another easter egg in here. Please find it too, the Red Queen's getting antsy...

[zeno-zero]

Types of cuisine and beverage i'll give to the Avatars:

Korra 🌊

Blubbered Seal Jerky & Wine

I love Korra, I have a lot of respect for her, so she deserves something she could treat herself with ^-^ After all the shit she gone through, just a glass of wine wouldn't hurt.

Aang 🍃

Egg Custard Tart & Lychee Juice

Aang !! My boy !!! Egg Custard Tart is his favourite, so why not after all give it to him? :D

Roku 🔥

Fruit tart & Earl Grey Tea

He earns something sweet every once in a while, not too much, but not too little as well. Although, he is fruity after all - giggling !! I see him as a type of person who likes spicy and sweet at the same time. 🌹

Kyoshi ⛰️

Tofu curry & Chi-enhancing tea

It is mentioned that Tofu curry is Kelsang's favourite, and how Kyoshi would volunteer to make it. I thought it would be nice ,,

Kuruk ❄️

Blueberry Cookies & Chamomile tea

He is worthy as he merit a box of blueberry cookies coming from me. Spirits don't exactly sleep, but a proper sleep schedule is greatly needed, you know? I love Kuruk. He will always get something nice coming from me.

Yangchen 🌱

Dumplings & Lavender tea

Dumplings with milk in them, and lavender tea for sleepiness. What I said towards Kuruk is also placed on Yangchen 🫶

Szeto ⏳

Stalknose mushrooms & Hibiscus tea

I'm starting to like him, not as much as the rest but is still likable nonetheless - sorry for the times I have ever been so mean to you Szeto ,,

Wan ☯️

Roast duck (with rice) & Orange Juice

Bro needs to EAT like, seriously !!! This stupid orphan was on the brink of starvation multiple times in a row like goddamn 😭 ??? I would give him a feast but I'll settle him down with roast duck and orange juice..

[ This is all for fun and entertainment !! Feel free to reblog to agree, disagree, or add more on the list ,, ^-^ ]

[yunyun160]

Get to know your mutuals!

Thank you, @lepplum, for giving me an English test. 🤣

What's the origin of your blog title?  Mm, it’s simple—this is my nickname + height lollll

OTP(s) + Shipname: My favorite is Crosstech, but recently Jessix suddenly crashed into my life, and I have no idea what happened.

Favorite color: Orange-yellow

Favorite game: The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild I like it so much that I don't even want to finish the game because I don't want it to end.

Song stuck in your head: I keep thinking about Mayday... it's really sad.

Weirdest habit/trait? I'm not sure if this counts, but I have a habit of folding tissues or receipts into squares.

Hobbies: I try to develop different interests at different stages, but drawing has always been my favorite.

If you work, what's your profession? I work in marketing planning. I originally wanted to pursue a career related to design, but sadly, the salary in this field is not high in our country.

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be?  I want to become a botanist or an animal photographer, observing nature and discovering the wonders of this world.

Something you're good at: Drawing

Something you're bad at: I will go crazy when I see any long and complicated rules.

Something you love:  Close my eyes and listen to the sound of the wind rustling through the falling leaves.

Something you hate： I hate arguments and the complicated calculations of interpersonal relationships.

Something you collect： I collect tickets, such as movie tickets and train tickets from the trips I've taken.

Something you forget:  I’m the worst at remembering character names lolllll. Sometimes, I finish an entire show and still can’t remember what their names are.

What's your love language? ...What's love language?

Favorite movie/show: Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

Favorite food: Egg tart

Favorite animal: Wolf

What were you like as a child? I was more introverted, but I would actively seek out quieter children to play with. I liked playing video games and reading comics, and I was more androgynous.

Favorite subject at school? Subjects without exams.

Least favorite subject: Chemistry, too many technical terms and rules to memorize.

What's your best character trait? It should be respect and tolerance. Everyone has different likes and ways of doing things, and there's no need to force everyone to be the same.

What's your worst character trait?  I have overly rich emotions, and most of the time, I suppress them and let them build up, eventually hurting the people closest to me.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be?  Slow down. I know you're passionate about practicing and improving, but life still goes on. Your lack of sleep is already affecting your daily life.

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet?  I wish I could see my grandmother one last time and tell her how much I love her. If possible, I would love to taste her cooking again, because no one else can make it the way she did. Occasionally, I can still smell the fragrance on her clothes, and I'll never know what brand it was.

Tag as many mutuals as you want!! @letshareapapou

[mrprettywhenhecries]

don’t waste your time (on me) [g.t]

03. | I Hope that I Don't Fall in Love with You

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 4.2k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, misogynistic themes, gator being endearing and sweet, inexperienced!Gator, unprotected sex, p in v, rough car sex, creampie, spitting, panty stealing, public sex ⇾ a/n: I've kind of been agonizing over this series lately, afraid that my characterization and the story line are kinda all over the place, so hopefully that's just all in my head;;

Despite both receiving warnings to stay away from the other by outside parties, neither can keep their mind off the other, and Gator can't stay away, while Win comes to the decision that she doesn't want him to.

[ masterlist • win bio ]

Win stirred, something waking her from a deep slumber and a dream she couldn’t quite remember.  Her eyelids were too heavy to open just yet, her vision blurry when she tried.  A pleasant ache radiated from between her thighs and the memory of several tiring rounds of sex the night before floated to the surface of her mind, Gator insisting he needed to practice.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she rolled over instead, nuzzling into the pillow beneath her face as she reached out for something, a vague feeling that there should be someone warm there to hold onto.  However, when she felt only cold sheets, the covers thrown back, she jerked awake, the fog clouding her mind and body disappearing suddenly.

“Gator?” she asked, her voice cracking and she grimaced at how pathetic she sounded.  A quick glance around the room told her his clothes were gone, the clock reading seven thirty.

He’d gone before she woke, leaving without saying a word and a feeling she didn’t want to identify spread through her stomach, choking her, until the smell of something burning hit her nostrils.

Frowning, Win pulled back the covers and shivered, quickly pulling her robe around her to go investigate when suddenly the shrill shriek of her smoke alarm began to blare.  Outside, Win heard Gator swear loudly from the kitchen and a grin tugged at her lips, relief washing through her before she could think too much about the origin of the emotion.

“Piece of shit, dumb fuckin’ thing—“ Gator muttered as Win emerged from her room to find him trying to turn the alarm off, a ruined pan of eggs smoking on the stovetop.

“What’s going on out here?” she asked, crossing her arms as she leaned against the counter, amusement lacing her voice.  

Gator managed to reach the off button on the smoke detector and grimaced, pushing his hair out of his eyes as he finally looked at her, a sheepish expression on his face.

“Were you seriously trying to make us breakfast?” she asked, unable to keep from giggling softly at the sour look that crossed his face.

“Trying is the key word,” he muttered, dropping the skillet in the sink.  “Wanted to make something a little nicer than cold pop tarts.”

“Jesus, you’re hopeless, Gator,” Win sighed, a grin playing at the corners of her mouth.  “But sweet,” she added and he brightened, glancing hesitantly at her.

“Well, y’know it’s the thought that counts, right?” he murmured, pulling her closer by the hips.  “I wanted to surprise you.”

“You certainly did.  I thought you left…” Win admitted, her gaze dropping, that unwelcome emotion once more burning her chest.

Gator’s amused chuckle brought her head snapping up.

“You thought I snuck out without sayin’ goodbye and thanks for the tumble?” he teased, a shit eating grin on his stupid handsome face.  “Didn’t think you’d be so upset over something like that,” he drawled, pleased as punch and Win spluttered defensively.

“That’s not—!”

“Ain’t that cute,” Gator mused, wending his arms around her tighter, pressing her chest to his.  “Looks like someone’s gettin’ attached,” he taunted lightly, his eyes searching hers. “What was it you said, don’t go fallin’ in love just cause we slept together?  Something to that effect?” he taunted further and Win scowled.

“Very funny,” she snapped, turning her face away, or trying, Gator catching her jaw with his hand and directing her face back toward him, leaning in til his lips barely brushed hers.

“You’re beautiful in the morning, you know that?” he murmured before his lips pressed to hers, parting to kiss her deeper and Win melted against him, past caring about morning breath, her tongue meeting his in a gentle caress.

“Wish I could stay longer, but I gotta get ready for my shift soon,” he groaned, pulling back to gaze at her from under long lashes that had no right to be that beautiful, his next words spoiling the effect somewhat.  “Since you’re awake, you wanna whip us up something, babe?” he asked, hopefully.

Win rolled her eyes, pushing him back with an unamused snort.  “One thing you should know about me, babe,” she said, emphasizing the word, “is that I’m probably about as good a cook as you are.  So how about those pop tarts?” she offered instead.

Gator laughed, shaking his head ruefully.  “And here I thought all women were naturals in the kitchen.”

Win flashed him a flat stare before pinching his side, ignoring his indignant yelp.

“Watch it, Tillman, I could still kick you out without breakfast.”

“Alright, alright!  I’ll get the pop tarts!” he exclaimed, holding his hands up in surrender and Win reluctantly smiled.

Gator busied himself with unwrapping the pastries and dropping them in the slots of the toaster, pressing down the lever as he glanced at Win out of the corner of his eye.

“So… when can I see you again?” 

Win chewed her lip at his question, shrugging a shoulder, not trusting herself to voice the answer that initially sprang to her lips.

“Surprise me,” she said instead, wrapping her arms around herself.

Gator watched her for a moment before nodding, a grin spreading across his face.  “Yes, ma’am,” he drawled, snatching one of the poptarts as it popped up, only to drop it with a hiss of pain.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot!” he yelped, shaking his hand and Win had to fight not to laugh, managing to hold back the brunt of her amusement and only letting out a soft snort.

“Yeah, no shit,” she exclaimed, turning on the faucet and guiding his hand to the cold water.  “Hold that there for a few minutes til the pain goes away,” she instructed, turning away to carefully pick up the pastry with a napkin and hand it to him so he could eat while he waited.

“Why is it every time you try to look cool, you end up looking like a dork?” Win teased, pouring two cups of coffee and adding creamer – Gator struck her as the type to like his coffee sickeningly sweet.

“I don’t look like a dork,” Gator huffed sullenly, his mouth full of the rest of his breakfast.

Win shook her head ruefully, brushing the crumbs from his face before handing him the cup of coffee.

“Careful, it’s hot,” she warned with an amused twist of her lips, and Gator answered with a flat stare, clearly not amused.

Win shook her head, leaning against the counter as he took a sip.  “That’s not necessarily a bad thing though, y’know?  It’s endearing,” she murmured.

Gator scoffed, his brows pinching.  I don’t wanna be endearing,” he muttered.  “I want you to think I’m hot shit,” he admitted and Win’s expression softened.

“Don’t try so hard,” she said, shrugging as if it were easy.

Gator nodded slowly, his gaze faraway, as if deep in thought, until he winced.  “I can’t feel my hand,” he whined and Win couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out, quickly stifling it as she turned off the tap and grabbed a towel, taking Gator’s hand to dry it and work a little warmth back in.

“How’s that?  Better?” Win asked, pressing a kiss to his palm for good measure, her eyes flicking up to his in time to see his lips part and pink rise to his cheeks.

Hastily clearing his throat, Gator flexed his hand.  “Much better,” he said, grabbing his hat from the counter and tugging it on.  

“Ah, shit,” he swore under his breath when he caught sight of the time.  “I gotta go.  I’ll, uh, I’ll text you,” he said, hurrying to the front door to stuff his feet in his boots and run.

Win watched him go, a bemused smile on her face til she realized what she was doing and shook herself out of it, trying to ignore the confusing mix of emotions that plagued her. 

When she stepped into the bathroom to start the water for her shower, she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror and gasped, gaping at the series of dark hickies Gator had left along her neck.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” she growled, knowing she’d never be able to cover them completely.  

Moments later her phone lit up on the counter, Gator’s name flashing across the screen.

🐊:  had fun last night ;)

If Win weren’t so annoyed with him at the moment, she’d find the fact that he barely waited ten minutes after leaving to text her – no doubt doing so while driving – amusing and rather endearing, but she was too worked up for that.

Snapping a photo of her neck, she furiously typed out a message to go with it before hitting send.

Winnie: WTF Gator?  Just had to go and mark me up, huh??

Grabbing a towel from the closet, she slipped her robe off, waiting for him to reply.

🐊: sorry, couldn’t help it.  think of em as something to remember me by ;p

Unable to hold onto her anger any longer, Win rolled her eyes, sending one last reply before climbing in the shower.

Winnie: you’re an ass

“You’re late, Deputy.”

Roy sat behind his desk, his face half hidden by the newspaper in his hands.  He barely glanced up to look at Gator as he sauntered into the station.

“Sorry, lost track of time,” Gator mumbled, heading to the coffee pot to pour himself a cup, still needing to wake up some more, wishing he was still in bed with Win.

Roy grunted, finally folding the paper and tossing it down on the desk.  “Where were you last night?  Didn’t see your cruiser parked at the ranch,” he said, turning his full focus on his son.

Gator opened his mouth, searching for an answer, but another Deputy cut him off.

“Big hero insisted he had to escort Miss Lewis home after thwarting her assault in Frankie’s parking lot,” the man drawled, a shit eating grin on his face.  “You stay the night too, hero?  Get a nice reward?” he taunted, laughing at the disgruntled look on Gator’s face.

“Lewis?” Roy asked, flipping through the paperwork from last night's collar.  “Win Lewis, works as a bartender at Frankie’s,” he mused, reading from the arrest report before glancing up at Gator.  “Which one’s she?”

Again, the other officer answered before Gator could get a word in, his mouth hanging open in a wordless splutter.

“Short dyed blonde hair, all inked up.  Got a mouth on her too, I hear, little spitfire,” he said, smirking pointedly at Gator.  “Cute though.  I wouldn’t kick her outta bed,” he added.

Gator narrowed his eyes, the muscles in his jaw flexing in annoyance before he smoothed his expression and turned to his dad.

“She was pretty shaken up after the attack, didn’t wanna be alone.  You know how women are,” he said with a shrug.  “I slept on the couch, damn uncomfortable though,” he grumbled, knuckling the small of his back to sell the story.

Roy stared at him for a long moment, frowning.  “I seem to remember pulling her over once,” he mused, sitting up in his chair and reaching for his hat.  “I hate to judge on first impressions and appearances,” he murmured, shaking his head, “but that girl’s trouble, mark my words.  Too headstrong for her own good.  Needs a man to put her in her place,” he said, fixing Gator with a stern glance from under the wide brim.  “Best you keep a wide berth of that one,” he warned and Gator let out a scoff, quickly nodding in agreement.

“Right.  Right, yeah,” he mumbled, watching his dad rise from his chair and leave the room, but he was already thinking of how much he wanted to see her again.

Remembering her car was still at the bar, Win had to text her friend and coworker to give her a ride for her shift.

As soon as she climbed into the car, her coworker, Lydia’s gaze went straight to her neck where the high collared jacket Win had on failed to completely obscure the dark marks Gator’d left behind and her eyes rounded.

“What are those?” she cried, a devious grin spreading across her face as she pulled away from the curb.

Win scowled and tugged at her collar.  “You know damn well what they are,” she snapped, pulling down the visor to check her reflection in the small mirror on the back.

“So, who are they from?” Lydia asked, still wearing a shit eating grin, but Win kept her mouth shut, throwing her friend a pointed look to mind her damn business and Lydia took the hint, sighing dramatically.

“I’m sure I’ll find out sooner or later.”

Thankfully, for Win, it was a relatively quiet night at the bar and she had to admit after the night before she was wary of anyone who wasn’t a regular.  Luckily, Lydia handled most of the unfamiliar faces for her while she hung back and cleaned the glasses.

Win’s phone buzzed again and she wiped her hands before pulling it from her pocket and rolling her eyes at the message, a tiny smile playing at her lips.

“Girl, who have you been texting all night?” Beau, the fry cook, asked, leaning out the order window in an attempt to read over her shoulder.

“No one!” Win answered quickly, pressing her screen to her chest so he couldn’t see.

“Probably whoever gave her those hickies,” Lydia teased, sidling up to the bar next to her and hooking a finger in her collar, tugging it down.

“What?” Beau gasped, craning to see.  “How the hell did I miss those?” he exclaimed.

“Come on, spill,” Lydia insisted, waiting.

“It’s none of your business,” Win said lightly, slipping past her to check inventory.

“Oh, you know what,” Beau exclaimed, snapping his fingers and leaning in conspiratorially.  “You’ll never guess who I spied our girl flirting with last night.”

“I was not flirting,” Win called, overhearing them from across the bar.

“Okay, you keep telling yourself that, honey,” Beau retorted before turning his attention back to Lydia.

“Who?” Lydia exclaimed and Beau’s grin turned impish.

“Gator Tillman.”

“No!” Lydia gasped, turning back to gape at Win.  “Did you sleep with him?”

Win winced, knowing her friends would react this way.  “Fine.  Yes, I did,” she snapped defensively, tossing the bar towel slung over her shoulder down to the counter.  “After last night, I didn’t wanna be alone, so I invited him in… and one thing led to another,” she muttered reluctantly.

“Was he… good?” Lydia asked, making a face.

“He wasn’t… bad,” Win admitted, hating the way her body betrayed her, her face flushing hotly.

“Please tell me this was just a one time thing,” Beau said, sobering.  “He may have some looks goin’ on, but baby, you know his family’s reputation, plus boy's a cop and a loser.”

Win sighed.  There was that phrase again, the one that made her itch to defend him.  “I know…” she muttered reluctantly, staring at the bar top.

“Beau’s right, that’s not a family you wanna get tangled up with.  Women tend to go missing around his daddy," Lydia said quietly, and Win couldn't exactly argue with her.

Once they’d finished closing up, Win’s friends walked her to her car, making sure she was alright before heading home themselves. 

Inside her car, Win felt safer, checking that her pistol was still in the glove box before pulling out of the parking lot.  In the seat beside her, her phone vibrated, but she didn’t pick it up, already knowing who it was.  After the conversation with her friends, that torn feeling was back.  She knew she and Gator didn’t belong together, so why did she still want to see him so bad?

When the Sheriff’s car pulled out behind her and flashed its lights, Win wasn’t surprised.  For half a second she thought about gunning it and leaving Gator behind in the dust, just to see what he would do, but it wouldn’t make a difference, he already knew where she lived.

Pulling off the side of the road, she rolled down her window and waited.  It wasn’t long before Gator sauntered over and leaned heavily against her car, ducking his head to look in her window.

“Know why I pulled you over?” he asked, a smug grin gracing his features as he tapped his fingers against her door.

“Honestly, I’m not sure, Deputy.  I’m not aware I broke any laws,” Win replied, batting her eyes at him innocently.

Gator’s gaze roamed the inside of her car til it landed on her phone, laying face down on the passenger seat.

“Well, y’see, I sent you a message and you didn’t reply,” he murmured, a frown tugging at his chapped lips.

Win snorted softly.  “I thought it was against the law to text and drive,” she countered, arching an eyebrow at him.

Gator shook his head, fighting back a grin.  “That’s only when you’re texting anyone but me.”

“Oh.  Oh, I see,” Win exclaimed, rolling her eyes.  “I’m sorry Deputy, I wasn’t aware of that law.”

Gator narrowed his eyes at her, pulling her door open.  “I’m gunna need you to step out of the vehicle, miss,” he exclaimed and Win’s brows rose.

“And what for?”

“Well, you’re sassin’ an officer of the law, miss, and I just can’t allow that,” he drawled, his smirk fixed firmly back in place and a thrill ran through Win at the sight.

Unbuckling her seat belt, Win stepped out of the car, shutting the door behind her.

“Hands on the top of the car,” Gator instructed.  

“You’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” Win asked, stepping up to him, her chin rising defiantly.  “You like bossing me around, Deputy?” she purred, her gaze holding his. It was certainly a change from his demeanor the night before.

Gator clicked his tongue and spun her, forcing her against the side of the car before nudging her legs apart with his foot and Win gasped as he began to roughly pat her down, just an excuse to feel her up, his wandering hands sending heat rushing through her.

It was as if Gator became more confident when he had a part to play, and Win couldn’t deny how much it seemed to turn her on.

“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you all day,” he grunted, stilling, his breath hot against her neck as he pressed his hips into her ass and Win bit back the moan that threatened to slip out, not wanting him to know how much she was enjoying it.

“Sounds like someone’s pussy-whipped, Deputy,” she teased and Gator let out a laugh, his hand slipping between her legs.

“With a pussy this sweet, can you blame me?” he drawled, suddenly turning her back around to face him, pinning her back to the car, his lust blown eyes roaming her face before dipping lower to admire the marks he’d left.

“You didn’t even try to cover them up?” he breathed, his grin stretching wider.

Win’s mouth fell open.  “That’s not–!” she exclaimed, but Gator wouldn’t hear it, leaning in to silence her with a kiss, swallowing the rest of her excuse, his tongue invading her mouth.

“Seems to me you wanted people to see,” he drawled in amusement, nipping at her bottom lip and noting the way her breath caught.  “Did anyone ask about ‘em?” he wondered.

“Yeah, thanks a lot for that,” Win huffed sullenly, not wanting to repeat what her friends had said about him.

Gator snorted, kissing her again, his arms boxing her in, pressing her tighter to the car as his mouth moved against hers bruisingly.

“Did you touch yourself?” Win asked between rough kisses, sucking on his tongue before pulling back to raise an eyebrow at him.  

“What?”

“You said you couldn’t stop thinking about me.  Did you touch yourself in your cruiser, fisting your cock to the thought of this sweet pussy?” she taunted and even in the dark she could see the flush that rose to Gator’s cheeks.

“No,” he huffed, pressing his thigh between her legs, against her aching core.  “I was waiting for the real thing,” he admitted, kissing her neck as her head lolled back against the car.

“Good boy,” she breathed teasingly, grinding desperately against his leg, throwing what was left of her dignity aside.

At Win’s praise, Gator moaned out loud, frantically reaching for the back door handle and yanking it open.

“Need you now,” he practically growled, tugging her skirt up and nearly tearing her panties down before forcing her into the back seat and tucking the discarded garment into his pocket.

“I’m not getting those back, am I?” Win asked, slipping to the edge of the seat and letting her legs fall open, giving Gator a good view of glistening sex as he fumbled with his belt.

“Nope,” he murmured, hissing as he finally freed his throbbing length.

“You like smelling panties too?  Jeeze, you really are a pervert, Tillman,” she taunted, gasping as he bullied his cock between her slick folds.  “Shit—!”

“You like to talk a lot until I’m buried balls deep in you,” he countered, barely waiting for her to adjust before snapping his hips to hers.

“G-Gator—“ Win whined, biting her lip against the sting of his stretch.

“Huh?  What’s that?  Can’t hear you Princess,” he grunted, smirking smugly as he sped up, his thrusts growing aggressive in his excitement, his cock nearly slipping out of her.

“Slow down,” she hissed, wincing as he bottomed out, hitting her cervix with a little too much force.

“Shit, did I hurt you?” Gator asked, stilling abruptly.

“Just… remember what I said about the g-spot, okay?  It’s less about how deep you go and more about the angle,” Win reminded him breathlessly, adjusting her position and Gator frowned, his expression darkening at his mistake.

Pulling his hat from his head, he tossed it into her back seat.  Pursing his lips, he spat, letting the saliva land where their bodies were connected before he rocked into her slower, drawing a moan from her when his cock dragged against her spongy g-spot.

“Just like that—“ Win gasped, wishing he was pressed against her, instead of standing outside the car, his hands grasping her thighs, keeping her from sliding across the back seat.

This time when he sped up, he seemed to keep her advice in mind, not just thrusting blindly into her and focusing only on his own pleasure.

“M’close, you close?” he asked through gritted teeth, fighting not to blow his load too soon, and Win let out a whine, reaching between her legs to rub at her clit to catch up to him, but Gator caught her wrist, pulling her hand away.

“Uh uh Princess,” he grunted, spitting once more on her cunt before desperately rubbing at her sensitive bud, wanting to show her he could make her cum all on his own.  

At his touch, Win let out a cry, her mouth falling open, electricity coursing through her with each sloppy swipe of his fingers.  

“Fuck— Gator, I’m—!” her words cut off in a high pitched whine and as soon as she clenched around him, he was a goner, exploding inside her, each jerky rut of his hips filling her further.

When he stilled, pulling out of her, his eyes greedily drank in the sight of her ruined hole and the mess he’d made of her.  Pulling her panties from his pocket, he cleaned her up, smirking at the way she twitched, her walls still fluttering and clenching around nothing before he stuffed the soiled panties back in his pocket.

“Shit Gator, you’re a fast learner,” Win groaned, half pushing herself up against the seat and pulling her skirt back down as she watched Gator tuck himself back into his cargo pants.

“Had a good teacher,” he murmured, buckling his belt back up, and a small grin tugged at Win’s lips.

“So, uhm,” he paused to clear his throat.  “You’re not… seeing anyone else are you?” he asked, avoiding her gaze to run a hand over his hair, making sure it was still in place.

“I’m not… at the moment,” she admitted, frowning at the flicker of emotion that stirred in her chest.

“Good,” Gator replied gruffly, glancing back at his cruiser, checking the road to make sure they were still alone.  “Otherwise I’d have to arrest ‘em, make sure I'm the only one in the picture.”

“You’re starting to sound a little possessive, Gator,” Win pointed out, sitting up.

“Yeah well, I’ve never been much good at sharing,” he mumbled, turning his head to rub his nose and spit.

“You’d really arrest someone for me?” Win asked, laughing at the thought.

Gator shrugged.  “I kinda already did,” he snorted before sobering, his words barely audible.  “I’d do anything for you.”

“Gator—“ Win breathed, frowning, but he cleared his throat, pressing on.

“I better get back to it, I’m still on the clock, after all,” he huffed, realizing he’d gotten a little too sappy and trying to quickly reel it back in.

“Gator, wait—“ Win exclaimed, but his lips were on hers before she could stand and he straightened, grabbing his hat and slipping it back on his head.

“I’ll text you,” he said, nodding to her before turning away and striding back to his cruiser without another word, leaving her wanting more and starting to realize that she’d already decided that she was going to keep seeing him.

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More Wayne H.C.

More on what I wrote yesterday.

A couple of years after Eddie (finally) graduates, Wayne gets a promotion at the plant. That means he gets a nice pay increase and can finally say goodbye to the night shifts. The three of you move into a double-wide at the park because Eddie and Wayne aren't ready to be apart.

You are usually up early for work, so while Eddie is dead to the world, you and Wayne will share a pot of coffee while sitting on the porch. You refer to it as your "morning conference."

You'll also make breakfast because Wayne's idea of a balanced breakfast is a cigarette and a pop tart.

During this time, Wayne loves to tell you stories about Eddie from when he was younger. Even if the story involves Eddie getting into trouble, Wayne always smiles when discussing his nephew.

During one of your morning conferences, Eddie stumbles out of his bedroom, wondering where you could be when he hears your sweet laughter from the porch.

The door is open, and through the screen door, he can hear Wayne tell you about when he had to chase him through the park when Eddie was buck ass naked.

You turn when you spot him, and Wayne notices how your face lights up when you see your sleepy boy stagger onto the porch. He's shirtless, and his pajama pants rest on his hips perfectly.

You both tell him good morning, and you nearly drop your coffee when he plops his ass onto your lap. He quickly wraps his arms around your shoulders and buries his face in your neck.

"Babe, I almost dropped my coffee!"

"I woke up all alone, then I find you two out here talking shit about me." You giggle as you quickly offer him a sip from your cup, which he gladly accepts.

Wayne shuffles the three of you inside, where Eddie helps you make a quick breakfast of toast and eggs.

When Wayne leaves for work, you walk him to the door, hand him his lunch, and tell him to have a good day. He pauses for a minute and pulls you into a hug before giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.

"Make sure our boy doesn't do anything too stupid, yeah?"

"I heard that!"

"Good, you were supposed to!"

Wayne loves many things about you. But the biggest reason he would be ready to throw down for you is because you care about his boy just as much as he does.

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Recs for Kinky BL Manga

I made a short rec list for a friend who wanted to read BDSM themed BL that's not dom/sub universe, and I thought I could share it on Tumblr as well. These stories depict the characters (mostly) knowingly and consensually engaging with different kinks, but bad BDSM etiquette, dubcon etc can still occur. I've provided links whenever an official English translation is available. Please support the artists by reading from official sources if possible.

Kinbaku / Shibari

Suji: May I Tie Up the Yakuza This story tarts out pretty horny, as the MC, a professional rope artis, just wants to find a hot top he can tie up while they have sex. Although there's plenty of spiciness, this manga is also actually really touching. I just loved the ”pitiful yakuza with a tragic past and a kind, loving rope artist” couple dynamic. Overall a very healing story, and it takes shibari seriously and treats it with respect. Tapon: Entwined In Red Two classmates, a "normal" nice guy who is secretly turned on by ropes, and a seductive son of a yakuza who is forced to sell his body, get entwined in this story that is also ultimately about healing. Shibari is present more as an aesthetic; the couple engages in much lighter bondage in the actual sex scenes. You can read a more thorough write-up on this manga on Renta's blog: Healing From Trauma’s Scars: tapon’s “Entwined in Red”

Masochistic Main Character

akabeko: 蝶と花の関係性 / Chou to hana no kankeisei This workplace romance between a newbie worker who wants to be bossed around and humiliated and his senpai who's willing to indulge his whims is one of my all-time faves when it comes to kink themed BL. I especially love how their relationship also allows the seme character to take back his agency after being sexually abused when he was younger. Akabeko is a master at spicy scenes and this manga is no exception.

Yuitsu: REVERSE A police officer who gets turned on by dangerous situations is caught up in a fuck buddy situation with a dangerous guy who later turns out to be associated with the yakuza. Basically it's porn with some crime drama, the plot wasn't especially deep or memorable but still a hot, entertaining read like a lot of Yuitsu’s stories.

Humor & Comedy

Harada: 変愛 / Hen ai Can't make a kink-themed list without mentioning Harada. Hen ai consists of episodic stories about an idiot couple who do all kinds of scenes together including student/teacher cosplay, bondage, shaving etc. The seme character claims to be into "normal" sex at first but always get super carried away once the uke character eggs him on. I just love how they are also very affectionate with each other in their own silly way. The titular tankoubon only has one story about this couple but you can also find them in Harada's short story compilations Positive and Yajirushi.

Azuma Kaya: 桜田先輩改造計画 / Sakurada-senpai kaizou keikaku Yes, this is the same Azuma Kaya best known from The Scene of My Rumspringa. This story is much less serious, featuring a total S&M queen seme who tries to punish his idiot senpai at work but senpai gets waaay too into it. This was such a fun read, and I loved the constant flipping of the character dynamics, like how the seme character is an experienced dom but becomes a trembling mess when it comes to some stuff he's much less experienced with.

Serious & Melancholic

Ido Gihou: 夜はともだち / Yoru wa tomodachi A thoughtful, at times even sad story about a more vanilla guy who gets into a somewhat strange relationship with a guy who is a pretty hardcore masochist. The loneliness of trying to understand one another is the first thing that comes to mind from this manga for me, rather than the spicy scenes. This is probably one of the first BL manga where I encountered these themes handled in a more realistic/serious way, so in that way it could probably be called a classic?

Matsumoto Miecohouse: The Beautiful Greenness A recluse author MC with lousy eating habits and a cheerful greengrocer who wants to cook him healthy, delicious meals - and tease and degrade him in bed - make an unlikely pair in this 3 volume manga. Parts of the story are very uncomfortable to read, like the main character's homophobic remarks and the way he judges other people. But it's only through being forced to give up control and to face his own ”ugly” desires during sex that he can start to accept both himself and others more. Matsumoto Miecohouse always has unique, interesting stories even if their art might not look like much at first sight, so I definitely recommend checking this and their other stories out!