#everything in their body seems to work jack at the very least as far as we know hasnt had anything Fall Off

[the-acid-pear]

I try not to think too hard about how souless corpses work on DSaF bc i understand a lot of things (like their ability to... re-die?) are just plot devices and "just work" and i dont wanna start to sound like ben shapiro in the "beach that makes you old" video.

[goodolddumbbanana]

TO BE MIRROR AU [6]

Summary: Nexus attempted to kidnap Sun to get him to find the shards by threatening Dazzle and Jack. Moon is nowhere, idk, maybe sleep.

It was just a normal day…

Only the yellow animatronic stays in daycare to clean. Moon was busy in his laboratory with Solar, butting his head off with everything from finding the whereabouts of Ruin and the Dark Sun's hideout, to studying the remnants of the Wither Storm.

They have been working hard for more than 12 hours. The overwhelming amount of work that his brothers endure makes Sun worried that Moon will fall back into his old habits, working until his battery is dried out. And he can say the same thing with Solar.

Maybe after cleaning this place up, Sun should go back to the lab to check. He can get something for his brother to eat? And water for Solar? At least, for now, this is what makes him feel like he can help in some way.

A loud sign coming out his mouth. The barrel was so shiny in Sun's hand that he could see himself on it.

He still couldn't understand how he could sense the shards of the Wither Storm, but he didn't look into the gift horse's mouth. Although... that was just a little concern in Sun's heart, why did he feel so attracted to those crystals? Why did he feel... so relieved when he touched them?

Unlike Moon, who not only had a headache, but slept so soundly that scared him near death the next day?

The sound of someone coming out of the ball pit rang out, startling Sun's train of thoughts.

The computer hasn't been fixed yet. There's so much work that needs to be done and Moon's AI creation is relatively complicated. So they have to do everything by hand for now, which is sometimes really inconvenient for Sun.

For example, he couldn't guess exactly who had entered this dimension.

A dark blue shadow appeared in the distance. A nightcap bobbed, revealing the tall, thin body of a lunar Daycare attendant. Star and moon shaped characters are embroidered on the shirt.

The shadow cast by the light caused Sun's optics to involuntarily shrink. He came closer, still holding the barrel towel in his hand.

“M–Moon?! I thought you would work until late?—”

The words coming out of Sun's mouth suddenly stopped. Sun's non-existent heart seemed to skip a beat when the stranger raised his face, revealing a bygone face that was only seen in Sun's old nightmares.

His eyes were red as blood, like two coals dipped in the burning fire. The smile was as curved as a crescent moon, white as bone, as marrow, as sickly white as the way a wild animal grins when hunting its prey. The long, slender body, bent in a way that physics could not explain, stretched out of the ball pit.

“H–Hello? Who are you?" Sun asked timidly, he silently scolded himself, why didn't he call Moon right now. It's not that he can't defend himself, because of magic, Moon still encourages him to practice day and night. But Sun didn't want things to go that far at all.

If possible, he just wanted them to leave or they could talk in peace.

That strange guest just twisted his body, his posture was too comfortable for someone who did not live here. Sun's internal chip doesn't understand why it keeps screaming, trying to emit a telegram of connection, feeling like his subconscious is whispering something about there is something very familiar towards the stranger.

Could this be KC or another version of KC?

Sun never held out hope that KC was still alive. Their KC‌ was dead, broken into pieces in Bloodmoon's hands. But something about the stranger made Sun unconsciously take a few steps forward.

They laughed, a hoarse, dry, ugly laugh like the sound of a knife carving into flesh.

“ No… Take another guess.”

Sun didn't know it was possible to shatter someone's reality with just one sentence.

In the colorful colors of daycare, Moon-Nexus stood there calmly, with a smile that didn't reach the corners of his eyes.

New clothes, new body, will any of that still can Sun call them his brother? When they at that time had hurt their own sister without any remorse, and now in those lifeless eyes, only the bloody brutality and indifference of the scientist towards his specimen were visible?

Nexus looks happy. Dangerously happy. They approached Sun, letting out a greeting as if nothing had happened, as if Nexus hadn't torn his own family in half.

“Hey, Sun… Long time no see.”

The two images melt into each other. One is the concerned eyes of a version of Moon he has learned to love and trust, the other is of a stranger that Sun doesn't recognize anymore.

Sun should run. He should scream and let any of Moon's defenses activate, but he couldn't. His throat was stiff, his mouth dry. He couldn't stop shaking, his freezing reflex made his joints immobile.

“What's wrong, Sun, aren't you happy to see your brother again?”

Nexus tilted its head, its neck as long as an owl's, the deformity that Nexus had intentionally inflicted on itself was like a punch to Sun's stomach.

‘ What happened to you, Nexus?’

“I guess this can happen.” M-Nexus shrugged, and they moved closer leisurely, ignoring Sun's momentary flinch.

"You already have your Old Moon back, how can you miss this Moon, am I right, Sun?"

He wants to say...

‘ We have missed you. We still missed you. Earth couldn't look at Moon's face without crying silently afterward. Even though Lunar didn't say anything, I still knew that the boy hid your photo in the room. Solar numb all his emotions because of you, he didn’t believe our stories for weeks before really seeing you, face to face. I missed you, I have missed you so much.

But you don't know that, do you?

Only cares about what you want, and always jumps to these places where I can't even keep up with.

And now you throw it all away to pursue a self-destructive obsession that you think we want, when what we need is for you to be happy with us.'

He wanted to say many things, but his mouth could only make pitiful stuttering sounds. His hand wanted to reach out, a faint glimmer of hope that Nexus felt remorseful and wanted to return to his family.

But the cruel mind only laughed at Sun's weak heart, mocking him about how dangerous the Nexus looked.

'Even an idiot like you can understand why he came here, right, Sun ~~' The sound of Sun's thoughts was too close to Eclipse's disdainful and even tone, making Sun unconsciously frown.

“How is the new house btw? I heard that beast say you have moved. Do you live well there? Not that I care—”

Sun wanted to refute. He wanted to grab Nexus tightly and ask if they didn't care, then why did they deliberately bring up the old story? He wanted to cry and hug Nexus tightly, to beg Nexus to return to Sun, Earth and Lunar. He also wanted to punch his other brother, to let them know how stupid the thing they did was, how much it hurt the people who loved them.

But nothing can come out except the bitterness.

“Oh come on, no need to look so tense like that.”

Close, too close, Nexus was approaching Sun without him realizing it. The shadow of Nexus fell on Sun, their voice was gentle, so gentle and considerate, like that was still the person he called his brother.

The sound of bells rang in Sun's ears. A red shadow flashed across Sun's eyes, and the ribbon on Nexus's wrist fell onto his shirt.

“I said I wouldn't hurt you, didn't I?”

The distance between them was only an inch apart, and the tip of Nexus' nightcap accidentally touched Sun's rays. Nexus's hand was clasped in his, the grip soft but firm, just like the way they used to do whenever Sun had a panic attack.

It really made Sun soften, and let his guard down for a split second.

Enough for a sick smile to flash across Nexus's lips. A wave of pain erupted in Sun's arm, Nexus's hands gripped Sun's hand tightly, their sharp nails digging into his metal shell.

“Well… I guess I lied. I actually very much enjoyed it.”

The pain caused Sun to pull away and stagger backwards. He panted, the rays of light converging with Sun's breathing. Nexus' sadistic chuckle was almost unreal, as if this were just a normal gaming session between the two of them, rather than looking like Nexus was ready to hurt Sun.

Sun shouldn't be surprised, because after all, Nexus has always hated him. This person's care is purely an order, a purpose that Moon has placed like a chain on this newly reset Moon's neck.

Sun knows Nexus always hates him for being alive, for the one who died is Solar.

“W–Why are you here, M–Nexus?”

Try to squeeze out each word. Ignoring the pain in his wrist, Sun wished he wasn't trembling, so pathetic for someone who hadn't even done anything to him.

“You know why.” Nexus retracted his hand, his red eyes looked straight at Sun, a look so determined that it scared Sun.

"No I don't." Sun gritted his teeth, both of his fists clenched. There was an anger that came out of nowhere in his chest like a flood, making his vision red and Sun didn't know what he wanted to do next.

“A little bird told me about your ability. Don’t be sad. I was just going to look into your source code, but unfortunately I found nothing.”

“So…”

“…”

Breath escaped from Sun's mouth. His joints convulsed, and Sun's entire operating system continuously crashed into each other with errors and loops.

“I want you to come with me, Sun.”

“ From now on we will do everything together Sun… I will not leave you…”

Two voices collided. One from the present and one from the past. The protective concern that once existed in that voice now turned into mockery. Nexus looked at him like a curious child looking at a sick cat that was about to die. They had no intention of doing anything, just watching with interest to see where this was going.

*** Flashback

Sun never understood Moon's laboratory preferences. Too white, too clean, everywhere is sterile white. There is a coldness and crampedness that clings to this place, even if there are more green trees. can cover up its emptiness.

Moon stood in front of the board, his shadow was too high, beyond Sun's sight. Moon's hand awkwardly touched the edge of the table, her face serious. There was only the clicking sound of the radiator running, and the gurgling sound of running water, as if time had stopped a long time ago and was working again, as heavy as a nail stuck in the wall.

Reflections of surrounding objects flashed on the Sun's gilded shell. A cup of steaming hot tea was placed in front of him.

“Hey Sun… I need you to think about this…” Moon's voice is gentle and careful, as if he was speaking to a child. “If what Dark Sun said is true, then Nexus is also searching for the fragments…”

“ That means… he might come to you…”

“I'm not telling you to decide now… but for your own good and I don't want you to get hurt…”

“ Can you tell me you are willing to attack Nexus if he comes to hurt you?”)

***

There was heavy pressure and tension between the two. It felt like there was invisible sweat dripping down the back of Sun's shirt.

Nexus is taller than him, stronger than him, both physically and intellectually. And he stinks of the smell of negative star power. If he wanted, he could take advantage of Sun being caught off guard and take Sun away at any time. Or just straight up torture him right away. But here, right now, Nexus just offers Sun an offer.

To go with him voluntarily.

Why?" Sun lowered his voice. His hands were hidden behind his back, ready for any movement by Nexus to trigger him to activate his magic. Every sensor in his body was screaming at him to attack, or run away, but for some stubborn reason, he continued to wait for Nexus's answer.

Listening to Moon was an inherent rigid habit, making him no matter how angry or disappointed he was, the first person to lay down his cards was still Nexus.

“Sun, you know what's funny? It had taken me months of manual labor to find the fragments of the Wither Storm, while the answer was right before my eyes."

"It's you. Sun."

"Yes, I was surprised too. Who would have thought that little Sunny would have this ability? How many pieces have you and that bastard found? Where did you hide it?"

“And why should I tell you?”

Red eyes glared at Sun maliciously, so evil that it would make his former self burst into tears.

“Because I will not go easy on you anymore if you keep stubborn like that.”

(Honk honk duck sound)

A flash of light erupted, right next to Nexus's feet smoking remains of a fireball. For the first time since him show up, Nexus's eyes opened wide to look at him in surprise.

Their approaching feet stopped, they looked intently at the fire burning the carpet next to them. A few balls couldn't stand the luck, half melting and emitting an unpleasant smell of burning synthetic resin.

“I won't go with you, Nexus.” Sun spoke harshly. His hand twitched. A sick feeling went deep into Sun's stomach, making him want to vomit. "Quite the opposite, I  like to stay here."

Sun had never, ever directly pointed a weapon at his family like that, and the thought of hurting someone... Even if it was Nexus, it made Sun's whole body tremble.

Bitter bile seeped into Sun's throat. A dirty feeling that couldn't be washed away flowed through him. It was like a rope was wrapped around Sun's throat, making him writhe in pain.

Sun couldn't breathe.

What is he doing?

Satisfied giggles rang out.

“Oh?” Nexus hummed. “You shot me.”

“You shot your brother.”

‘ And yet you always try to act like you're better than me.’ The meaning behind Nexus's words.

Say it casually as if it were a fact. Say it smugly as if they knew this was going to happen.

Red appeared in Sun's eyes. Red. Red like the blood flowing on Evelyn's head, red like the color of Nexus's eyes, red like the dirt on Sun's hands, which can never be washed off.

The giggle of a certain red devil rang in Sun's ears, causing Sun's snow-white pupils to shrink. No… Just hallucinations. He took a deep breath, avoiding the immediately understanding look from Nexus.

“Don't take another step, because the next shot will be real.” Sun took a deep breath, trying to speak without trembling. Magical colors like a kaleidoscope glowed in Sun's hands. His fan seemed to be overloaded, every part of Sun's body seemed to fall apart. “I suggest you leave, Nexus. Or else…"

“Or else you will kill me, right?”

Sun was about to say he would expel Nexus, but Nexus' answer left him stunned.

What percentage of his magic would succeed, and what percentage would it fail like the other things Sun had attempted.

A painful chuckle echoed in Nexus's mouth, close to the edge of madness. There was a bitter feeling in it, and it made Sun feel endlessly guilty.

“So little Sunny finally grew a spine. It's sad that it took two Moons for that to happen.”

“When did you learn magic? I remember you were so insistent that you didn't want to touch these nonsense crap at all."

“Is it because of Moon?” Nexus' eyes narrowed. Sun's silence seemed to confirm Nexus's guess. “I'm never really good enough, am I?” They scoffed. “As soon as I left, you replaced me with that monster version, and running after him like an off-leash pet.”

It hurts. Hearing that from someone who was also his brother hurt so much. But it cannot be more painful than the feeling of betrayal that Earth has experienced, or Moon getting tortured.

“Are you done yet?” Sun was tired, he knew Nexus was trying to insult him, that any reaction from Sun would only give Nexus an advantage.

But he is very tired.

Part of Sun wanted to give up, let Nexus take him away. It's better to surrender to reduce the pain than to resist and the result will still be the same. But the other part in Sun, the one had to restrain Moon, Eclipse, and whoever was in his head from trying to control give Nexus a middle finger.

Sun cannot give up, not when he has Earth, Lunar, Moon... and the destructive potential of the Wither Storm and whatever plans Nexus wants to try for the world.

Strangely, the fleeting thought of death was so light compared to what was before Sun.

“Nah— You understand me, Sun. I will never go without what I want.” Nexus chuckled, his finger pointing at Sun.

Daycare still plays the cheerful, annoying music as if nothing had happened. A feeling of deja vu made Sun's heart sink deeper, as a shot was fired right in the area where he and Nexus were standing right now.

“So, if Sunny boy really wants to leave, you have to be the one to do it first—.‌”

The gears in Sun's chest stopped turning once. A smile spread across Nexus's lips, his arms spread wide. Their eyes were closed, they looked completely at peace.

“Shoot Sun. Break me, destroy me into pieces.‌ If you have the guts, do so, so I can't cause any more harm to your family.”

Sun wants to say Nexus was also his family, Nexus is still his brother.

“But remember, I'm only giving you this first shot for free.”

Another image placed on Nexus. Blue separates into orange and red.

‘See you in hell, Sun. ’ A tired, bitter smile, angry eyes, unwilling to give up even in death.

'Cowardice. Useless. Without Moon you are nothing— ' The impostor wore Moon's face, provoking him with evil words.

“So, let's give me your best shot.”

Five-colored light flashed brightly in Sun's hand. Shoot. Don't Shoot. Just let go. Just relax. Whether it was Eclipse's whisper or Bloodmoon's, he no longer knew.

It's easy, very simple, especially when he is already charge.

Just release it.

You can do it, Sun.

‘ You are my older brother, Sun. I care about you.'

Nexus's face appeared, full of concern and understanding.

The magical light grew louder and louder, before completely extinguishing in Sun's hands. Standing there stiffly, the hand still couldn't be lowered. Sun can't, he can't attack M–Nexus.

‘ What a coward, Sun.’

“It's not that I didn't expect it, but it's also disappointing.

Nexus walked around Sun, his neck sticking out excitedly like a vulture hunting its prey. Touching Sun's spell-casting arm, they suddenly lifted Sun up. 

“–!!?”

Sun screamed in confusion into the air, and in a moment that was probably only a few seconds, he was thrown hard to the ground. His metal skeleton groaned in pain, warning triangles flashed, causing his optics to turn yellow.

Maybe something broke. Suddenly, there was a soft falling sound of something hitting Sun's head. He groaned and picked it up, his sensors classifying it as a toy.

What is this?

A worn sun doll blinked back at Sun. A cold feeling reached the heart of Sun's non-existence, algorithms 0 and 1 jumped like locusts, howling in a vortex of indignation.

“Yeah… If I was you, I would have watched my baby deer better.”

Nexus's voice rang in Sun's ears as if it were annoying, the bell rang with every step they took. “By the way, the new outfit is nice, it would be a shame if it were damaged, right, Sun?"

“W–Where is Dazzle???” Sun's voice trembled. He held the doll tightly with him, clumsily stood up and rushed to grab Nexus' shirt. “Nexus, WHERE IS DAZZLE!!!?”

Not paying attention to Sun's violent attitude, Nexus just touched his fingertips. An immature sound rang out.

“H–Hello? Hey Sun!!!”

“DAZZLE!! DAZZLE!!! WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU HURT?!!!” Sun desperately clung to the receiver.

“No-o?? I'm playing with Jack. We're going on an adventure! Oh, Jack said we have to keep it a secret now…”

“Jack? Dazzle, you tell me where you are?! Please Dazzle–”

Nexus turned off the mic before Sun could finish speaking. “You know, I forgot when Solar and I created Jack, we, actually, it was Solar's idea, to put a backup code inside, in case anyone hacked Jack's code. Then, the administrator rights will still belong to Solar. And even though that idiot Monty changed quite a few things for that traitor, the original settings are still the same.”

“And with my negative star power, things can be really easy.”

Sun looked up at Nexus, they smiled cheekily. Horrible smile, full of teeth.

“You don't want both Jack and Dazzle to become Lunar. 2.0, do you, Sun?”

[captainimfangirling]

Finally Saw The Borderlands Movie

I went into the theater with an opened mind. I understand nobody can make a movie exactly like the games because there are too many characters, too many guns, the story line is very complex, and everything about it is just so chaotic.

I feel like the only ones who like it are Cate Blanchett fans. I'm not a fan of Cate Blanchett because haven't seen many movies she was in but I do know she's a good actress however this movie didn't suit her at all. I think she only got the role because Eli Roth liked working with her or they're friends. So far I haven't seen him say anything about how she fit the role as Lilith, only that he enjoyed working with her on The House with a Clock in Its Walls. I feel like Hollywood is all about who you know rather than what's best for the movie/tv show. That's why we see the same damn actors in movies.

Kevin heart didn't feel like a soldier to me. He felt more like an annoyed security guard. Tiny Tina being attached to Roland was cute because she did love him in the game. I'm not trying to hate on Ariana Greenblatt but I feel like she wasn't crazy or bubbly enough to be Tiny Tina. She's good at playing teenagers with an attitude like in Barbie. I think she would've been better suited as Ava from Borderlands 3 (it's not an insult like I didn't hate Ava as much as you guys). I did love her costume and her room with all the toys/bombs.

I think Jamie Lee Curtis' did her best with Tannis because it seems very awkward when talking to Lilith and very into science but I don't think she was eccentric enough. Personally I think it makes sense for Tannis to leave a child instead of raising her because she lacks empathy and is more obsessed with science than raising a child. But to be honest making her older than Lilith was a terrible idea because I want to know more about Tannis and Lilith's mother relationship instead of Tannis and Lilith's relationship.

Krieg looked cool but like Tiny Tina I feel like he wasn't crazy enough. He should be twitching and doing crazy stuff. Not just being a little girls body guard. I wish they had one small scene where we hear the sane Krieg talking to show why this Psycho was special and give him more of a personality. Maybe have sane Krieg explain how Tiny Tina reminded him of his daughter. I don't know give us something about sane Krieg.

I don't remember General Knoxx in Borderlands because I haven't played any DLCs games so I got nothing to say. Deukalian Atlas was kind of weird. I feel like he was mix of Handsome Jack and Rhys Strongfork. Also him creating Tiny Tina was stupid. I feel like Tina in the game had a more tragic background because she did have parents who loved her but they were murdered so that explains why she's crazy. In the movie she had no attachments to anyone until Roland. Maybe if they explained in the movie how she was experimented on it might give us a reason why she's crazy but there was no explanation on how she was treated other than she was locked up. I mean being locked up can drive people crazy but being experimented on is much worse.

Anyway that's my review. I'm glad I went with a friend who offered to pay for my ticket so I didn't waste any of my money. Just because someone doesn't like the movie doesn't mean they're a hater, it just means they have an opinion. I really did want to love it and was hoping it would at least make me laugh like the games do I would've thought was movie was fun but I did not laugh at all. It wasn't enjoyably.

One last thing: the movie should've been rated R!!!!

[the-fiction-witch]

Date

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sexy

Concept Date Night

I rushed around like a chicken with its head cut off making sure everything was as perfect as possible fixing the flowers, fixing the candles, making sure dinner was not gonna burn, making sure the music was at a sensual low that could easily be spoken over, having changed my shirt about six times because I changed my mind on how I looked in the mirror. Scratch that I just caught myself in the mirror by the door and this blue shirt is out because I'm sweating! God fucking damn it I'm bad at this. I threw my shirt into the laundry spraif half a can of deodorant and body spray on myself and grabbed a black shirt when I heard the door.

"Fuck! No no no I'm not ready!" I complained fixing my hair and opening the door but I relaxed "oh thank god. Your a life saver jack" I told him as I quickly ushered him in and he handed over the bag from the shop with the bottle of wine I forgot 

"You okay tom?"

"Yeah. Fine why?" I asked cleaning the bottle and adding it to the table 

"You seem a little… panicked"

"I'm not panicked. I'm just… anxious. I haven't been on a lot of dates since everything and even the fee dates I have been on haven't gone particularly well. And I really like y/n she's cute and she's funny and she's literally like a fantasy come to life. And I'm terrified of fucking something up with her. Especially given this is our tenth date which is the furthest I've gotten with anybody since… everything." I explained and I noticed his face "I'm fine. Really" 

"You say so. Still a lot of work for some girl." He says moving some cutlery on the table 

"She's not some girl." I answered fixing it back "she's y/n." I said "jack… I really really like this girl. And if I fuck it up now I may never forgive myself."

"Fine. But I wanna meet her soon."

"If tonight goes well I promise you'll meet her."

"This hyperfocus doesn't have anything to do with you not getting laid for over a year does it?"

".... It's not helping." I admit "especially given… what we've been texting." I nervously admit 

"Ooooh give me the phone"

"Hell no!" I yelled immediately hiding it

"Thomas I've been your best friend since literal preschool. We were once roommates. I've seen you naked more then I like to admit. I know your a weird pervy little fuck. Now let me read the kinky texts"

"Their not kinky!" I defended "we haven't got that far yet. We're still in flirty. But there uhh may have been suggestions. That we may. Get physical. Tonight. Or at least within the next couple of dates." 

"Alright. Have fun. You know the rules"

"Don't add to the population. Don't subtract from the population. Don't be a cunt."

"Good, and relax a little okay girls smell fear" he laughed before he headed out 

Well that didn't exactly fill me with confidence. I finished up setting up and right on time I heard the door so I went waiting a moment next to the door to check my hair and my shirt and everything. And I opened the door immediately being taken back.

She had these little white wedges sat on the doorstep, flesh toned stockings, a sweet blue and white off the shoulder gingham dress with a wide white belt and her usual silver necklace, her hair perfectly done as was her natural but still very beautiful make up. Her coat over her arm and a glass tray in hand.

"Hi Tommy"

"Hi y/n" I smiled egarly

"I bought brownies" 

"Aww your so sweet we'll have those after dinner" I smiled taking the tray from her happily letting her inside shutting the door up behind us.

I took the brownies to the kitchen fighting my urge to taste them as they smelt so delicious but I lead her to her seat and took her coat doing her a nice glass of wine.

We chatted as we always did had dinner and her sweet brownies as we talked about everything and nothing, I was so happy so smitten across the table from her, until our conversation began to get a little more… interesting talking about maybe going in a trip together, maybe staying over one night at hers and where we potentially saw us going and amazingly she was on the same page as me what and excited to continue seeing each other and eventually got into a little bit of a steamy conversation.

"Thomas, I really think if they're going to start… seeing each other more I really think I should tell you some things"

"Of course, tell me whatever you want to" I told her holding her hand across the table 

"Well, if things are going to be getting more physical I feel it's only best to warn you my tastes… aren't that common" 

"Oh?"

"Some guys don't-"

"Its okay just tell me we can be adults about this"

"Well, I really really like sex"

"Okay?"

"Like almost an unhealthy amount, like my sex drive is higher than a rabbit' 

"Oh"

"And you wanna know one of my favourite things to do?"

"Uhh yeah sure tell me."

"I don't know most guys get out off when I talk about this stuff"

"Ohh well I uhh I'm open minded, whatever it is I'm sure it's not that bad"

"Okay" she blushed "I really love sucking a guys dick"

".... really?" 

"Yeah" she blushed "I don't know why it's just I really really love doing it. It's so fun. I love the action, the sounds guys make. Especially doing it sneaky places."

"... really?"

"Yeah, I hope this doesn't change anything"

"Uuughhh so you're into giving blow jobs?"

"Yeah,"

"Well in sure I could learn to live with that" I smirked 

"Oh and my favourite position ever is reverse cowgirl"

"Ah then we have a happy coincidence" I smirked giving her a kiss "I have no problems with any of that. Frankly I'm confused what man would. But I don't mind." 

"Okay," she smiled giving me another soft kiss "so?" She smirked running her foot up my leg "please?"

"Absolutely!" 

[walshnikki]

kingoftheheels:

This was a partner-ship on every level…or at least, there seemed to be growing feelings between them. At least, far as he could tell. Not that he had made any kind of attempt to cross the line.

He turned his head back, watching and making sure the others had left. Fully. His hands still working against her backside, squeezing and feeling her cheeks. Something he had only dreamed about.

“Staci has the entire trip to use against me,” he said whispering. “All the money, I’ve spent elsewhere. She knows where I stand. I live at the ring.”

He made no attempt to move away from Nikki. Instead, he lowered his head to her neck and began sucking and kissing. Marking her. Letting a bit of his wild side out. He pulled back slightly, meeting her eyes.

He brushed his nose against her’s. His lips ever so close. Yet, not connecting.

“I can help you work the stage. Handle Crystal in the ring. I need you to start acting the part.”

It was a bold move. A risky one of his part. One that he would either regret or succeed at.

“Don’t be afraid. I don’t care if everyone in the studio sees us make out.” He closed his eyes contemplating. “I want you as my partner on every. Single. Level.”

He reached for her hand and embraced it. “If you’ll allow me the honor, my Queen.”

Is mental whiplash a thing? Nikki wondered absently as the moment shifted from professional to the unprofessional. Was this really happening? Now? Here? They’d been dancing around the unspoken draw between them for months now, playing with fire, but never giving in. Why was he choosing now to finally cross that unspoken boundary?

“Staci has the entire trip to use against me,” he said whispering. “All the money, I’ve spent elsewhere. She knows where I stand. I live at the ring.”

“As of this very moment,” Nikki whispered in return, holding on tight to what logic and common sense she could under the onslaught of pure want. “there’s nothing about this trip for her to use. It’s work, allowing you to,” here she struggled to get the words out, “provide for she & Thomas.”

It would be glorious, she knew, if they only dared to take the metaphorical leap; all the heat and desire that had been simmering since that very first meeting would explode. It wouldn’t end there, though. No, she knew that if they started this, there’d be no stopping it. Whatever lay between them was the real deal. God, every cell in her body wanted to just give in to the pull between them.

But she couldn’t be that selfish and that’s exactly what she would be doing if she let herself give in to her own wants. It wasn’t about just her, or Jack, it was about Thomas. She had to think about what was best for the youngest Spade. Yes, Staci had served Jack with divorce papers, but nothing was over until it was legally over. Until then, Thomas deserved a chance for his parents to reconcile, a chance (however small) to have his family reunited without any obstruction. That was the least that Nikki could give the child, isn’t it?

The idea that the little boy would come to hate her for ‘destroying his family,’ at any point in the future was physically painful. He’d earned a place in her heart all his own during her babysitting stints with him while Jack & Staci had attended marriage counseling sessions or gone on date nights, hoping to rekindle what they once had. She couldn’t have him thinking that she’d come between his parents; he’d hate her.

“The divorce, Jack, if we stop right-uh,” the Maryland native groaned as Jack dropped his head to kiss her neck. Oh fuck. Why was he testing her will so? “-right now, we haven’t done anything we cannot undo. We can just pretend none of this happened.”

“I don’t care if everyone in the studio sees us make out.”

“You should care,” Nikki replied, placing her hands upon his broad shoulders. The warmth of golden skin was so appealing. She pushed him back a step, meeting his steel blue eyes dead on so he could see her sincerity, “She could take everything in the divorce if she gets the ammo, Jack, and I don’t want to be that ammo against you. If she took Thomas ‘cause of me…” She shook her head mournfully, “I can’t be the reason that your family crumbles, Jack, I can’t.”

“If you’ll allow me the honor, my Queen.”

“Jack, you’re talking crazy,” she said, a tired smile playing at her lips, “you aren’t even divorced yet.” In spite of her words, her smaller fingers curled into his, “Don’t you want to sow some wild oats or something?”

Shaking her head softly, the younger woman hurried to assure, “I’m not judging. You deserve to have some fun, explore being single again, but I can’t be your rebound. We’re the real thing, and too good together to fuck this up.”

@kingoftheheels

[4-doctor-full-physical]

DOCTOR’S EXAMINATION

It was a Monday afternoon and I had just finished work. I went to the doctors office for a scheduled physical exam. I arrived the doctors office at approximately 5pm. I checked in at the front counter and was told to go upstairs to adult medicine. I did so and waited my turn to see the doctor.

I was called in by a nurse who appeared to be at least in her mid fifties and not attractive in my opinion. I had asked her where nurse Constance is (who I have seen prior for a discreet sexual rendezvous). This older nurse stated that Constance is on vacation today. I was somewhat disappointed as I had hoped I could pick up where I had left off with Constance. At any rate, it wouldn't soon matter. I was taken to the doctors office and told to strip myself completely naked by the time the doctor came in. The nurse walked out and I started taking everything off. There I was with my naked, athletic, caramel colored African American butt sitting on the exam table. Little did I ever expect what would come next.

In walked the doctor. He wasn't my usual doctor. This guy was about 6'0" and about 200lbs, solid muscle mass from the looks of it. He was ambiguous racially but he did have dark hair, dark eyes, and tan colored skin.

"Hi, I'm Doctor Pete" said the doctor.

"Hi, Dr. Pete. Nice to meet you" I stated with a bashful smile. Being naked and vulnerable in front of him made my penis twitch. I was beginning to imagine what it would be like to have him strip down and fuck me right there on the exam table. But I held my composure.

"I see you're here for a physical exam. Well, let's get started" Dr. Pete said enthusiastically. Dr. Pete then took his stethoscope and started listening to my heart and lungs as I breathed deeply in and out. "Everything seems good here" Dr. Pete stated. "Let have you stand up so I can examine you further" he stated. I then stood up. Dr. Pete then took and ungloved hand and started feeling my testicles very gently and slowly. He must have spent 30 seconds caressing each testicle individually. But it felt great.

At this point I felt great sensation in my body and my penis was beginning to grow erect. At this time, the doctor began pressing at my pubic region. Each press sent Shockwaves of pleasure through my pubic area. He then started feeling my penis slowly and gently. I lost it and my penis grew fully erect in his hands.

"I see there is a little excitement. Are you gay or straight?" Dr. Pete asked. I am truly bisexual, but as far as he needed to know I fuck guys and that was all that was important in this moment.

"Well, doctor. Isn't it obvious? I'm definitely gay!" I said while smiling at him. The doctor then looked at me with a relieved look on his face.

"Thank God" he said. "Listen, do you want to spend the rest of your time getting a physical? Or would you rather GET physical?" he asked sheepishly.

"Oh, I most definitely want to GET physical " I proclaimed. He then smiled and began taking off his clothes staring with his lab coat, then moving to his shirt, undershirt, pants, etc. He now was naked with a throbbing erection.

Without a word I got back on the exam table, spread my legs, and said "Give it to me!" The doctor found some lubricant and poured some right on my horny boypussy, as well as some on his manhood. Within seconds he was penetrating my ass hole. it felt SO good! He started fucking it gently and slowly, but kept raising the speed every so often.

He kept pumping away at me like a jack hammer. It felt very good with the exception of one issue. I desperately needed to pee. I had to say something.

"Doctor, I have to pee. Can we wrap this up?" I asked.

"Don't worry. I'll take care of this " Dr. Pete stated.

He then pumped away at my boypussy while pushing down on my bladder. As if he just wanted me to lose control. The urge grew stronger and stronger. Alas, I couldn't take it anymore. My penis exploded with urine EVERYWHERE. On the examine table, on my body, and on his. The fountain of urine spewed for a good 15 or 20 seconds while he kept hitting it. I felt COMPLETELY humiliated and vulnerable. Which also turned me on.

Within seconds I had an orgasm. Cum shot everywhere, with seemingly as much volume as the urine. I was now completely spent.

"Ok. We're at the end of our time. Please clean up and you're free to leave whenever" Dr. Pete said while pulling out of my ass. He gave my bootie two hard slaps and was off the table putting. He began putting back on his clothes. Before long he walked out of the room talking about how he was late to his next appointment. I still lie there in all of my own fluids ruminating on how sexy and vulnerable this all felt.

[simptasia]

I know you ship them (I think), and I've filled your inbox with them but I'd love to hear your thoughts on Desmond x Charlie. I know that's kind of vague, but anything really any hcs and you know porn hcs, your perfect dynamic for them

i love charlie/desmond but my brain trips over it a bit, because as much as possible in The Version Of LOST In My Head, i do try to have it work with canon. like not contradict anything

as such, charlie/des is a lovely thought aesthetically, emotionally, sexually... however i know it could've never happened on island because des would never ever ever cheat on penny

same applies to charlie/des/claire

i think these dynamics absolutely would work and would be lovely but des has utter loyalty to penny. yes, i'm all about that poly shipping but penny isn't There to tell des "yes, fuck the little manc and that aussie girl too, i'm cool with it"

so for charlie/des to work, and i mean Work, it's gotta be a post-island charlie lives au thing. which is great! (one even adds penny in that situation) but i do also like the idea of charlie/des on the island. it's appealing to look at. that and it's enjoyable to add in desmond's season 3 Haunted By Tragic Visions thing

another possibility is for charlie to manage charming des into it... but that seems disrespectful. charlie is pro des/penny. but charlie also is far from perfect. i'm overthinking all of this, as is my way

i do try to keep everything as in character as possible

there is a line of thought i toy with where des could be convinced to think, ya know, penny wouldn't mind if you moved on, des. she's probably moved on. like, des is insecure and severely touch starved, that could work

i'm not one of those "grrr girl is getting in the way of my slash ship!" kinda people, i promise. i'm just rolling thoughts in my fingers here

following this line of thought, des/charlie would have to start off at least a little angsty. two sad people reaching out for each other and pushing bad thoughts away with carnal pleasure

whatever happens, des did Not start this jfskjhfs. no matter what i do with this ship, either taking it Canon Compliant Seriously or just flippant Fucky Sexy Fun Times, charlie is the instigator

anyways putting all that aside, here are some charlie/des thoughts

an idea i love and i wanna see in fanfic is des finding out he's gonna be with charlie, because of a vision. it's kinda funny (that the universe would care) and it could be a way, a weird fucked up way, to get them together despite the issues i mentioned earlier. i think it'd be a good jumping off point for like angst and pining

that thing i've said, "the only way to shut charlie up in bed is to keep his mouth occupied", that started because of charlie/des. i imagined them making out, hands all over each other, and charlie Will Not Shut Up, i imagine he's super talkative in bed. people who care little about charlie have been pissed off by it. and like, des is into charlie but its actually getting annoying. des doesn't tell charlie to shut up but he does lead the situation to charlie blowing him, and my brain narrator supplies the quote, pretty much

catholic4catholic. this is honestly one of my favourite aspects about this dynamic, the fact that they're both Very catholic. not enough to be losers about it, duh, but enough to have some hang ups. especially charlie

height difference. despite it only being a 3 inch difference, the different in face shapes, body types, body languages and attitudes makes it feel like des is like a clear foot bigger than charlie. des could also overpower charlie very easily if he wanted to. in a sexy way, not a violence way. (tho, sexy violence?) charlie would fold like lawn furniture under des. (honestly the size difference thing is also a major reason i started shipping jack/charlie and sawyer/charlie too. sometimes something just fucking looks good)

"des: i've never been with a man before" "charlie, has a pussy: it's alright, i have a feeling you'll know what to do". jokes aside, normally charlie is way more afraid of guys finding out (because of. violence) but he doesn't get that vibe off des, so he's strangely giddy at having a surprise for him?? like, ta-da, Extra Hole. this is a thing i've decided for charlie, where he almost never tells people he's trans before intimacy. pretty much because he's impulsive and thinks with his blood well before his brain. so, obviously, des is surprised. who wouldn't be at least surprised

i was thinking about what their dynamic would be like. basically take what's presented in the show, add sex of course. but also i suppose they'd just be closer, like be affectionate. in little ways, like des putting his hand on the small of charlie's back, charlie fiddling with one of des' shirt buttons, either one of them pushing a stray bit of hair out of the other's faces. liberal use of the pet name "love". and that thing in des/charlie fanfic where charlie calls des "dessie" a lot? love that, absolutely for that. they're not doing full on PDA on the beach because 2004 was a nightmare but there's a noticeable closeness and warmth ("jack, a month late: are they gay...?" "kate: jack, you're gay")

as for social dynamics? let's lookit the characters here and see what'd factor into a relationship. they're both very protective people with an aching desire to Take Care of a loved one. they'd both have varying levels of catholic guilt (yummy). and they're both deeply insecure in a "i'm not good enough for anybody ever". so we got a couple of very loyal boys full of powder kegs of angst waiting to blow up at any moment. on a lighter note, these two would have arguments over who pays for dinner at restaurants. they both grew up poor and this manifests in them not liking to rely on other people. I'll Take Care Of You. No, I'll Take Care Of You (boys, boys please... you have a sugar mama who is rolling her eyes). but yeah they have a decent amount in common while still being very different people, so it's interesting to think about that

des doesn't like charlie's music. he will never like charlie's music. it's best not to discuss it as criticism feels like a stab wound to charlie

charlie: [wearing a plaid miniskirt] how do i look?

des: gorgeous, brutha, but that still isn't a kilt

charlie: [big faux-innocent eyes] it isn't? but im wearing it in the... traditional way

des: wh- [realises what charlie means] [404 error, Desmond Hume.exe is not responding]

charlie: you can check me for authenticity if you like, brutha

yes, boys, make your ancestors scream out in horror

[ladynightshadc]

Introducing Saaliha Finkelstein . . . Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas

GENERAL

full name:  saaliha finkelstein.

nicknames:  sally, saal.

age: twenty-five.

gender:  cis female.

species:  human.

orientation:  demisexual, panromantic.

date of birth:  february 23.

place of birth:  evermore (supposedly).

occupation:  pharmacist.

FAMILY

parents:  dr. albert finkelstein (alleged father), geeta singh † (mother).

sibilings:  none.

PHYSIQUE

faceclaim:  amita suman.

eye color: brown.

hair color:  dark brown.

height: 5′7"

MUSE INSPIRATION

luna lovegood — harry potter.

sarah bailey — the craft.

bonnie bennett — the vampire diaries.

wanda maximoff — marvel.

chloe sherman — run.

willow rosenberg — buffy the vampire slayer.

morticia addams — the addams family.

CHARACTERIZATION

Saaliha is an odd woman, but that's nothing new. She grew up watching the world through windows — more of a ghost than a girl some days. Her father was a paranoid man who'd lost his wife and was dead-set on ensuring the same would never happen to his only daughter. He kept her trapped in his home for twenty years, only letting her ever go as far as the garden on special occasions. Such a strange upbringing left Saaliha torn between feeling like a homebody and longing to escape. The scars that litter her body are reminders of how dangerous it can be when she asks for too much, acting upon reckless desires, but she does her best to cover them up and ignore them. Now that she's gotten a taste of true freedom, she'll never go back.

HEADCANONS

Growing up in such an isolated setting meant that Saaliha's social skills were lacking, to say the least. The few opportunities she had to interact with other children her age, she found herself unable to connect. There was little overlap in her life and their's that she could relate to. Since her escape she's gotten plenty of experience socializing, though there are still some little quirks she can't quite rid herself of.

All of her clothes are either thrifted or pieces she made herself - the latter are usually easy to pick out from the rest for their distinctive patchwork. Growing up, her father only got her new clothing once she'd outgrown the old, so she was forced to sew her own garments if she wanted anything but the drab things he brought home. All she could get her hands on were scraps of fabric from around the house (old curtains and tablecloths, spare bedsheets he wouldn't miss, etc.), but she made it work. What started as a childhood necessity quickly turned into a hobby she genuinely loved. Making her own clothing in a house where everything, even Saaliha herself, belonged to her father, wearing something not given by him felt like a small freedom. A much needed sense of ownership.

She can cook well and often ends up preparing meals for Jack (he can get so focused on his work he forgets to eat if she doesn't remind him!), but prefers baking. It's not uncommon to walk into the kitchen and see a tray of freshly made cookies or muffins. Autumnal flavors/spices are her favorite.

Dr. Finkelstein told her that her mother was a witch, but Saaliha doesn't seem to have inherited any of her power. She does, however, practice what she calls "simple magic." Small-scale practices that many humans partake in such as reading tarot cards and tea leaves or charging crystals under a full moon. The classification of Wiccan would likely fit her best.

When she began looking for a job years ago, her first thought was to do something related to fashion since she'd been making her own clothes for so long. However, it's something very personal to her and she realized that working as a seamstress for others wouldn't feel the same. Getting into the medical field was the next logical solution, since her father had instilled an extensive knowledge of medicine in her. Sometimes she fears that going down this path could lead to her ending up like him, but she genuinely likes what she does. Jack may or may not have helped fudge her resume a bit.

[mad-hunts]

the relationship that jack had forged with his father was different than the others in ways he couldn't explain. for example, in comparison to matilda whom always seemed to be hyperaware of where her and barton stood, jack felt like he never quite knew where he quote unquote 'was' with his own caretaker — leading to these issues he had with attachment that a therapist long ago once told him were likely due to the fact he grew up in such an unstable environment.

but flying the coop, though it sometimes seemed appealing, was not something jack felt like he could do. because despite everything that barton had put him and their family through, jack felt this strong sense of loyalty to the rest of his siblings as well as to his father. and its not like he had a stable job at the moment; he was trying to secure a spot with a ballet company, after all, which was his true dream. but jack was working part-time as a lifeguard in between all of his classes and ballet related events.

which actually wasn't that bad of a job all things considered. it reminded him at first of how, after julien had died, he'd been afraid of the ocean for several years however. it was like jack's heart was on overdrive even around small bodies of water back then. so developing the strength to overcome this fear was probably the best thing for jack. and considering what had happened to gotham in recent events (with the riddler flooding the city), it made him think about how lucky he was to have done so before that all occurred.

i mean, could you imagine what it would've been like if jack still had thalassophobia with the flood suddenly hitting gotham like it did? lets just say, jack was grateful that jervis filled up some of the silence in the room right after he was burdened with that train of thought. a lopsided smile spread across his lips at jervis's approving comments about colin. jack had actually been keeping the fact he had a boyfriend a secret from his father, for fear that barton would take one look at colin and tell him 'no.'

therefore, it felt good to hear that from someone. the only thing he uttered was a soft 'yeah' in response to that as his eyes darted to jervis's moving hand, ❝ okay. do you like your eggs scrambled, or sunny-side up? and do you want just butter on the bread or is strawberry jam also good with you? ❞ that, as far as he could remember, was the only type they had in the fridge. jack kept his gaze on the cards as jervis spoke now, but let him know he was listening by nodding to what the other was saying.

❝ well, i'd definitely say it's a process. but you know what's funny? i don't know if you believe in any sort of afterlife but... ❞ and that was where barton had cut in, standing at the doorway as if he was waiting to be invited in like a vampire. and trust me when i say the doctor knew that jervis was probably not thrilled to see him. for, not even barton's own son looked to be eager to see him, but maybe that was just because jack knew the two held a general distaste for one another? barton didn't know but he waited in silence in any case for the farceur to leave the room with the medicine he'd given jervis.

he stepped in then only to reveal that, although he wasn't in dire straits anymore, he was still hooked up to an IV on a pole: which was a humble reminder to barton that his degree of brain swelling couldn't go away on its own. though, he wished it could. the expression on his face when jervis spoke to him said all that needed to be said: barton didn't believe for a second that the other meant that. ❝ no, you want to see me burn in hell, don't you? the least you can do is be honest about it. ❞

he stated this in a very 'matter-of-fact' tone, as if the thought of someone hating him that much didn't affect him. an incredulous chuckle left barton's mouth afterward, though, and that wasn't nothing. he slowly but surely used that IV pole as leverage to drag himself over to the cabinet next to jervis's bedside. opening the bottom drawer revealed old clothes of barton's within it, ❝ ravi, the man you met down at the bistro we went to earlier today? he called me, and he immediately asked me if i was in some form of trouble. because ravi told me he had to lie to the cops about us being at the bistro. ❞

barton pulled out a clean shirt to replace his dirty and bloodied one with before turning to face jervis, ❝ and i thought we were in enough trouble already, but marty, the guy i killed was apparently the son of a police captain. meaning those pigs in the GCPD might not actually stop until they find us. so i might need your help with creating a very... elaborate plan to kill him. ❞

Poor Jack's anxiety was written all over his face and body language. Despite his efforts to appear calm and reassuring, Jervis could sense the strain beneath the surface. Though he disliked Barton, he couldn't bring himself to be indifferent. It wasn’t in his nature to ignore someone else's pain, and the last four hours must have been brutal for the Mathis siblings.

A part of Jervis was still ashamed that he had even lost consciousness under the physical and mental strain, sinking into the depths of his mind like something swept away by the Lethe’s currents—except, unlike the myth, Jervis couldn’t forget. His past, fractured as it was, stayed with him. And as much as his memories pained him, Jervis refused to let them go. Forgetting Alice and Sylvie would be like losing them all over again. That was unbearable.

A shiver ran down his spine at the thought, and his hand instinctively reached for the chain beneath his collar, rolling his and Sylvie’s wedding rings like rings on an astrolabe.

He wasn't a fool. Jervis knew this was a difficult situation they had dragged Jack and Matilda into, and he felt sorry for both. But his empathy ran deepest for Jack. He didn’t know the young man well, but there was an unmistakable connection—a shared understanding, almost like neurons firing in unison. What had Sylvie once told him? Something about fungal hyphae—that they could sense their environment, responding to the slightest change. They weren’t like staid, immobile plants, she had said. Hyphae were dynamic, constantly adapting to their surroundings.

Even all these years, Jervis could still hear her voice, vividly recall the way her eyes lit up when she spoke of such things. "They feel their way through the world," she'd explained, with that endearing mixture of fascination and tenderness he had grown to love so well. "They detect ridges and surfaces, change their shape to fit. They know how to survive, how to grow, even in the strangest conditions."

It had stuck with him, the way she saw life in things most people overlooked. Jervis laid there, nodding faintly as Jack's voice washed over him; the parallel trains of thought made him pause. Maybe grief was like that too—constantly adapting, reshaping itself to fit the cracks in your soul.

Jervis’ hand loosened on the chain as he looked over at Jack, the faint clink of the rings barely audible as they slid along the silver links. He nodded slowly, his gaze dropping briefly. "Yeah... She was everything," he said quietly, almost to himself. His voice wavered, caught between the here and now and somewhere else entirely; hoarse but steadying. "Accepted every part of me, even the worst parts." His fingers tightened again, this time more gently, as if grounding himself.

Behind Jack, Sylvie was seated on the floor, legs folded casually beneath her. She tilted her head, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You always were too hard on yourself," she murmured, her tone light.

Jervis' breath hitched, his eyes briefly closing before refocusing on Jack. "You and Colin—he sounds good for you. Someone who keeps you on your toes, makes life richer." He paused, blinking slowly as though waking from a dream. "That’s… important."

Sylvie stood now, a faint shimmer at the edge of his vision, her fingers brushing lightly against his arm as she passed. "I’m still here, you know." Her voice was soft, steady. "You called me."

Jervis swallowed hard, his hand instinctively reaching for the space where her touch lingered before dropping back to his side on the mattress. "Breakfast for dinner sounds good," he said, almost absently, a quiet smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "I think… I’d like that."

His eyes flicked once more to where Sylvie had been; gone without a trace, but the weight of her presence still lingered like a hint of smoke drifting in the breeze.

"You know…" Jervis started again, the words coming slowly as he glanced back at Jack while he began sifting through the tarot cards. "It's strange. Sometimes you think you’re done… that you’ve made your peace, and then the grief sneaks back up on you. Makes you feel like you’re right back where you started... it's almost enough to drive anyone mad... but it's a process, right?"

The moment shattered with a soft clearing of a throat from the doorway. Jervis tensed, every muscle recoiling. He didn’t need to look up to know who it was. Oh, bloody hell… this bloke, again?

It took everything in him not to snap at Barton to piss off. Irritation surged through his chest, white-hot, but exhaustion won out. He almost couldn’t bring himself to react, in all honesty, the weariness in his bones outweighing the anger... You’re like a damn cockroach… he thought, half-bitter, half-bemused. Terribly rude of you to interrupt.

"Hey, citrouille," Barton said casually to Jack. "Mind stepping out for a minute? I need to talk to Jervis."

Jack hesitated, glancing between his father and Jervis, but eventually rose. Barton patted him on the shoulder, tone light, as if unaware—or possibly indifferent—to the tension in the air.

As Jack left, Barton held up his phone, waving it in front of Jervis. "I just got an interesting phone call I thought you might want to hear about."

Jervis exhaled, met Barton’s gaze. It took every ounce of flagging willpower not to tell him exactly where he could stick his ‘interesting’ call. Sylvie’s presence slipped further from his mind, swallowed by the suffocating weight of Barton’s intrusion.

He forced a tired smile, his voice flat. "Glad to see you back on your feet," he finally muttered. "At least one of us is standing upright."

[rebelthree]

@assemb1e​​ for hotch

it’d made sense, in the grand scheme of things, for governments to begin cooperating in order to manage the occurrence of anomalies-- in the least, north american ones with britian. after all there was a greater surge in the population of anomalies between them. not that the portals failed to occur in other locations. (hadn’t danny’s brother gone through one to the russian past and killed multiple people? not to mention the convergence.) it was merely less frequent. jess is sure there’s some scientific reason, perhaps having to do with magnetic fields or something of the like-- she’s fairly certain if she questioned connor he’d have working theories. frankly, it’d been a wonder how their governments waited this long to work together. surely everything that’d transpired in vancouver could have been handled better if only there had been cooperation and sharing of information. of course, connor had tried, he’d gone there twice, his efforts helping to bridge the gap even if project magnet made things more complicated than they needed to be when it came to canada. that was neither here nor there however. jess’s core concern was the formation of an american anomaly research centre. 

it had been the most practical course of action, to have her and connor along with a few other personnel temporarily relocate for a few months. lester hadn’t been thrilled with her leaving temporarily, citing that he’d have to deal with a less qualified field coordinator; connor hadn’t been thrilled to be parted from abby either. and jess, well, what she’d left behind was.. a maybe that’d never really come to fruition in the six years she’d been with the arc now. so perhaps some time away could do her some good. between the two of them and their team they held the adequate knowledge to aid in the set up and training of personnel who’d be thrust into a world that seemed impossible unless you lived it. there had been hiccups. many of them and their field coordinator candidates had left something to be desired but operations had been functional for the last few weeks. anomalies had opened and been closed. dinosaurs managed.

it had all been well and good until they’d discovered an anomaly that had been failed to be detected by their new add and a dinosaur having been on the loose for four weeks. jess would have to do a deep dive into the computer system to sort the detection issue out. the loose dinosaur and the death that it had left within it’s wake? that was more difficult. the dinosaur remained at large though the arc had intercepted reports of sightings and sent teams in search of it citing military exercises in the area. the bodies, however, had caught the attention of local authorities who had requested the aid of the american feds before the arc had been able to intervene, resulting in, according to reports she’s been privy to, talk of a serial killer in the area. it’s all very reminiscent of the old article records she’d uncovered surrounding emily’s original time when the same had occurred. the killings, though she disliked thinking about them-- it being all too close to the memory of the girl in the school-- appeared to hold hallmarks that spawned talk of a jack-the-ripper type offender. the issue was an arc team couldn’t go into the fbi field office and announce to some behavior unit that the killer they were tracking was actually a dinosaur and so it had been determined by those much higher up than her that the team lead would be granted clearance to be informed so that when the investigation was shut down he could aid in preventing further questions being asked. that’s the plan anyway.

it was her job, today, to greet him at the arc when he was brought there and explain. if you asked her, there were people better suited to the latter. giving a tour and fielding a few questions was well within her wheelhouse, and sure she also had coordinated efforts thus far and as such could inform him about what they were doing to stop the killings but she rather thought it was someone with much more experience dealing with the inter-workings of government agencies passing the task off of talking to the agent to her. then again, jess was a much better candidate for this than connor would be. in any case, she’s waiting at the elevator when the dark-haired man is brought in, next to no real information given to him except for the fact that someone with a higher security clearance than him had arraigned for him to be brought there and that it pertained to his team’s current case. he was in for a rather interesting awakening. a breath is taken, a smile upon her face, a colorful outfit worn, and british accent voiced as she steps forward and offers him her hand to shake. “i’m jess parker. welcome to the anomaly research centre.” 

[the-s1lly-corner]

Dating Eyeless Jack would include (plus general Jack headcannons)

Hello hello!! Im back with another list of headcannons!! This time with EJ!! Hope you all enjoy!!

First off, he's a hermit. He doesn't like people, especially in my take of him

I personally headcannon Eyeless Jack to be more of a person being possessed/turning into a monster rather than being a monster at creation, yk? Its built off that one spin off backstory someone wrote; where Jack is in school and gets caught up in some cult stuff

Yeah that story!! I took that one and the original and mashed it up!! My idea is that Jack is still there, mostly normal but has a barely controllable hunger for flesh ++ he body deteriorates as time passes to better resemble how we all know him (grey skin, maybe sharp teeth if you hc it, ect ect)

Now that I've caught you up with my take on him, I'll continue!! Since he's in this position I feel like it'd be near impossible for him to actually. Allow himself to have a romantic relationship, or any relationship for that matter.. he feels that you being around him will put you in danger

Thats not to say my EJ is evil! Hes not, its just the funky curse that compels him to eat meat

But let's say he does find you, and lets his walls down, and you two get together

To start, he rarely takes off his mask outside of feeding times, most times he can't remember the details of; often being a blur left in his mind due to his curse

So mask kisses! Lots and lots of them! You'll have to be the one to initiate it though <\3 Jack never seemed to be the type to seek n give affection, at least to me

On the off chance you do see him without the mask, he might.. MIGHT let you actually kiss him

He's got sharp teeth, that's one reason he's nervous about kissing you for real

He also has half a dozen long, writhing, snake like tongues in his mouth. Cult rituals, amirite? I mean.. he doesn't really know.. how that'd work..

Oh before I forget to mention! My EJ is short, but stout!! 5'6 but he's got a wide frame!! Strong!! Do not tease him on his height because he will be moody for the rest of the day

Sometimes on cold days he lets you snuggle up with him inside his jacket

If he's coming to visit you, he'll be the most polite guest ever

Come over to his place, a little abandoned cabin in the woods? He'll be a good host!! Just please don't go into the room in the far right corner of the cabin 😋😋 that totally isnt where he primarily feeds 😋

I feel like he can't really eat. Normal food

Tough tiddies oh well

Actually now that I think about it my take on Jack kinda reminds me of the ghouls from Tokyo Ghoul

Anyways

Oh y/n please play with his hair!! Its nice and soft and fluffy!! He won't outright ask you to do it, but he'll send signals!!

He doesn't talk much but he's a good listener! He's not shy or anything, it's just that he's more observant and reserved. Even before.. everything that happened to him, he wasn't much of a talker

Doesn't sleep much, he doesn't really need to anymore

On nights where he isnt out.. doing his thing, he might come into your room and watch over you

Not to be creepy!! Even if it is.. creepy.. yk?

It's his own way of making sure nothing happens

He will knock it off if you ask him too though! He'll likely limit it to quickly checking in on you to make sure you're safe and sound

He's cold.. ice cold.. whether or not that deems him a not so good cuddle buddy is up to you

Takes a very very long time to warm up to affection. You'll likely have to wait for him to take the first steps, or to catch the signs, you know?

[sejanusbaby]

Edward Nashton NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I AM ALSO THIRSTY FOR HIMMMMMMM

Warnings: Sexual content (18+, minors dni)

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

little baby is new to this kind of stuff, so he’s not totally sure about aftercare yet. however, he will at least help clean you up and hold you, until he gets into the groove of things.

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

he doesn’t really have a favorite part of himself. he struggles a lot with his self image. when you come along, though, he’ll definitely start to feel more confident.

his favorite part of your body is probably your boobs. let’s be honest, he’s definitely a titty man. whether it’s holding them, sucking on them, or watching them move each time he fucks you. he loves them.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

edward is definitely open to the idea of a child eventually, but not anytime soon. he has far too much work to do. gotham needs fixing before he could think about bringing a baby into it. he’ll most likely only ever feel comfortable cumming in you if he has a condom on/you’re on birth control. otherwise, like i said, he’s a titty man. he’ll definitely just paint your chest with his cum.

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

he very low-key wants to live stream you while he fucks you.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

edward is totally a virgin. as a kid, he was constantly teased and now as an adult, he never actively seemed out anyone. when he found you, you gave him his first experience in everything.

he’s definitely a little clumsy with all of it at first, but he’s a quick learner. ;)

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

he loves it when you ride him. he can grab your hips and your breasts, and look up at you. you’d look so pretty riding him like that.

he also loves doggy, probably in front of a mirror. he likes to see your face while he ruins you.

“look at yourself, baby. you’re falling apart for me.”

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s definitely a serious guy. he wants to make sure every single time is perfect for you. i don’t see him as being very goofy. when he doesn’t want to just fuck the shit out of you, he likes to take his time with it, and be gentle with you.

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

edward definitely does not really care about what goes on down there. he’ll definitely trim it up for you, so it’s neat, but he doesn’t have the time or energy to want to shave it all off.

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s very emotional, i’d say. he likes to hold you close while he makes love to you. his face buried in your neck, while he thrust into you, whining, telling you how good you make him feel.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

all. the. time. sometimes, you get busy doing your own work. so, when edward is home alone, horny, and you won’t be home for a few hours? you can guarantee he’ll touch himself.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

this goes without saying, but he likes to fuck you dressed completely as riddler. having you all vulnerable underneath him, while he’s inside of you. it’s his favorite thing.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

definitely in the comfort of your own apartment, or his. though the idea of being caught is appealing to him, you’re only his and he wants that moment for the two of you.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

call him “sir” or “riddler” and he’ll come apart for you.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

though i 100% believe this man probably has a pain kink, he wouldn’t do anything to you that would cause significant harm.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he’s a little greedy, so he prefers receiving. he can’t help it that you’re just so good at it.

as far as giving, he’ll do it for you any time you want. he’s pretty good at it too, for never having done it before.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s definitely a fast and rough kind of guy, i think. though he loves taking his time with you, as soon as he’s inside of you, he pretty much loses control of himself.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

expect a lot of quickies, especially given both of your busy schedules. as a full time student in gotham, most days and nights are spent working on homework and studying. edward is definitely a busy man, himself. sometimes, you have to fit it in when you can. ;)

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he would love to experiment with duct tape and some rope. to see you all pretty and tied up, begging for him to do something.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can go for one round at a time, maybe two depending on the way. each round probably being around 30 minutes or so.

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

edward definitely invests in a vibrator for you, and he used the fuck out of it.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

like i’ve said, because he’s new at this, i don’t know how familiar he’d be with teasing. he definitely likes to work you up sometimes, but 9 times out of 10, it’s you doing the teasing.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he is louuuuuud. lots of whimpers, whines, and begging. when he’s in charge though, expect a lot of dirty talk and praising. he loves you more anything, so expect him to tell you how good you are for him.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he definitely uses your panties when he touches himself.

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

he’s more on the average side, about 6 inches and a little girthy. it’s more than enough to satisfy you, though. ;)

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive is pretty high, i’d say. he’s gone years without anyone paying attention to him. so, when he finally has this beautiful woman in front of him, he doesn’t know how to act.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he falls asleep very quickly afterwards. all he needs is to pull you close, feel your warmth, and he’s clocked out for the night.

[perfectiondarl1n]

general sfw and nsfw hcs for Julius?

Julius the Dressmaker Sfw hcs:

everything and anything is elegant, from his work to the way he moves, how he speaks, and so forth

loves to dance and sing

either cripplingly shy or beyond outgoing, with no in between

nonverbal at times, it's caused by his mental illness.

he has the softest, fluffiest hair EVER

On lazydays, he wears baggy tee-shirts or hoodies with leggings and put his hair up in a little messy bun. He'll opt for ugg boots those days as well

Hisses at people like a cat when annoyed

Very dramatic, he laughs at himself at times for it

controlling and authoritative but in a calm, collected manner

Doesn't yell very often, even when he's angry

Ridiculously organized

his perfectionism is in part related to OCD

Raspberries are his favorite food

His bed is his safe space

Nsfw below cut

He is an incubus meaning he's very sexual by nature. I hc it would have a notable impact on his life

extremely sensitive body, if it's in the right place, the slightest touch will have him hard in moments

His dick is easily 10 inches and extremely thick (seems to be fanon consensus based on the hcs I've seen 😭)... something inhuman is going on down there too

I hc Julius to be a switch, depending on who he's with

Gets sexually frustrated very easily and he'll be in a bad mood until having release

definitely jacks off far more often than he'd ever admit to

Seems like the type who has tried everything at least once

This man is into BDSM, you cannot change my mind - look at those chains he's got!

has sex at least twice per day

[hannibanannibal]

thoughts on hassun:

husbands getting dressed tgt uwu

hannibal checking out his own ass goodBYE

hannibal's proud little smile when the woman said will is the smartest person in the room plsss

love that jack's at least being honest about the part he played in will's downward spiral (even though at the end of the day they're all just puppets on hannibal's string)

stop looking so smug you mf

"this isn't law, it's advertising" i snorted dhjddjdj but also reminds me of my comparative politics class the other day when my teacher was talking about how courts don't exist to administer justice, they exist to settle disputes. kinda deep when u think about it

"boo hoo so's the law" djjdjdj we love an honest man

"unconsciousness in a pretty package" will graham poster boy for pretty privilege

THE EAR AGAIN??!?!??

"i think i opened your mail" yessir it seems like you did

nooooo u really had to hit me with the bella feels like that

"she could die there" ouch that's a stab to the gut

"he cares what happens to you" hannibal u lovesick bastard you disgust me

in comes miss freddie looking like a queen

freddie and hannibal out here competing for the title of biggest cunt

SUED FOR LIBEL LMFAO

and her face 😭

i'm sorry miss freddie, i love u but... the man's got a point

"i have no romantic feelings for will graham" 🙊

"a warm welcome" by lightning the whole place on fire yes

will just needs a permanent sign on his forehead that says "gone fishin'"

"he is merely the ink from which flows my poem" another very striking line

"this killer wrote you a poem" with a dead body.... how romantic -_-

"i wanted to dispel your doubts once and for all" "i wanted you to believe I'm the best of me" stoppp sounding so damn sweet this is literally all your fault

"i believe in the best of you" sure if 'best' is code for 'most unhinged'

ARE 😭😭 YOU 😭😭 GOING 😭😭 TO 😭😭 LET 😭😭 HIS 😭😭 LOVE 😭😭 GO 😭😭 TO 😭😭 WASTE 😭😭

"it's fashionable" i want to marry this man

will graham is and will always be my friend the love of my life

judge doesn't accept the defense and hannibal just goes "welp, time to kill him"

ooh that transition from will to the janitor was so smooth i love it

AAHHH HERE IT IS HERE'S THE JUDGE'S MURDER AAHHHH

i saw a spoiler for this one a while ago and i've been looking forward to it even since

there's a decent chance this will end up being my favorite murder in the whole series

just.. the aesthetic... symbolism... *chef's kiss*

the science trio looking at hannibal like he's crazy when he says the slug was taken as a trophy 💀

not the ominous sound of hooves again

"he wants to know me" well hot damn, look at will being the pretty new boy in the murder club

"i want to save you" oh alan m'dear, that's just not how things work around here

okay i totally had to watch that episode twice to soak everything in and i loved every second of it 😍😍 11/10, definitely one of my favorite episodes so far

[kkodzvken]

suit up - hawks x f. reader

the one where keigo marries the girl of his dreams, and then takes her home and shows her just how loved she is. title cred/inspo: suit up by jonghyun

notes/warnings: smut and fluff (your teeth may rot and fall out, you’ve been warned), soft dom!keigo, praise kink, slight size kink, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex + creampie. reader and kei use the traffic light safe word system and they review it beforehand, and he checks in with her at one point but she’s green, so everything is 100% consensual. they flirt + kei says explicit things at the reception but nothing /actually/ happens in public. mentions of alcohol

wc: 5.3k

a/n: this idea’s been bouncing around my head for a while bc i wanna marry this dumbass so bad :’) my first full hawks fic!! im so happy hehe

Beautiful.  

You’re so beautiful.

Keigo’s always known, of course. He’s found you beautiful since the very first moment that he laid his eyes on you, all those years ago. He tells you that you’re beautiful every single day, no matter how much you roll your eyes or jokingly tell him to shut up.

You’re beautiful all the time, but there are certain moments that leave him especially breathless. The day that you foolishly challenged Rumi to an arm-wrestling match. The determined look in your eye as you clenched your fist, sweat dripping down your brow and arm muscles straining (you lost, of course – the rabbit hero was ridiculously jacked). The brilliant smile that graces your face whenever he brings you flowers or little souvenirs from his work trips. The very first morning after you moved into his penthouse, when he woke up next to your peaceful sleeping form, and realized that he’d have mornings like this for the rest of his life.

The day that he flew you up to the mountains for a starlit picnic. The smile on your face as you polished off your meal, and the way that your hand flew up to your mouth when he got down on one knee. Your teary-eyed look of pure love as he slipped the ring onto your finger, the diamond gleaming like one of the stars that shone down on you. The way that your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist when he took you home and fucked you for hours.

And right now. Keigo swore that his heart damn near burst at the sight of you. The organist was playing, but he couldn’t hear the notes, couldn’t hear anything besides the blood rushing in his ears. Your hands clasped an elegant flower bouquet, and Keigo was sure that the blossoms were pretty, but he couldn’t spare even a second to glance at them. No, his entire focus was trained on you. You, with your beautiful dress that perfectly accentuated the body that he loved so much. When your eyes raised to meet his, and that perfect smile worked its way across your face… he had to bite his inner cheek to try and hold the tears back.

In a simultaneous eternity and heartbeat, you were handing off your bouquet to a bridesmaid and clasping Keigo’s large hands with your much smaller ones. The officiant was speaking, but Keigo didn’t process any of it. The sight of your eyes shining up at him, more beautiful than any of the stars in the night sky, was the only thing anchoring him to the world. He felt like he was floating through a dreamscape with only you, the happiness in his chest powerful and all-encompassing.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You’re talking to a group of your old friends from high school when a tap against your shoulder grabs your attention, and you turn to see your fiancé – no, your husband – smirking down at you. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. “Excuse me, ladies,” he says to your friends. “Mind if I steal her for a moment?” His amber eyes glint mischievously, and you swear that a whole swarm of butterflies take flight in your stomach.

Your friends giggle and nod, and then Keigo’s spinning you around so that you’re face-to-face. He’s stunning, in his black suit and red dress shirt, the shade of crimson matching his wings perfectly. “Dance with me, dove,” he says, before leaning down to press a quick kiss against your lips. You nod, and he leads you towards the center of the venue, where most of your guests are dancing to some cheesy pop song. Keigo nods at the DJ, who nods back and switches to the music. Soft synth notes travel through the speakers, before the singer’s dreamy voice floods your ears.

Your hands find their way to his broad shoulders. His wings move to wrap around you protectively. You’re not sure if he even realizes that he does it – it’s such a normal thing, now, for him to shield you, to create a little cocoon for the two of you. You frown as you feel his muscles moving underneath your fingers. “You’re too tense,” you say, fingers gently kneading at the parts of his back that you can reach. “Let me give you a massage once we get home.”

He chuckles, one of his own hands coming up to capture yours. He laces your fingers together before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss against your skin. The look he gives you is so tender, the love radiating off his body so palpable, that it makes your knees feel week. “Sweet, but I’m the one who’s going to be taking care of you tonight.” You open your mouth to protest, but he tuts, and a feather flies up to shush at your lips. “No, listen. You’re driving me crazy. Every time I turn my head, I see you looking so damn beautiful that my heart stops. Makes me wanna just pull you away and rip that pretty dress off.”

You gasp at his words, a pretty blush dusting your cheeks. “Kei! People are gonna hear you!”

He shrugs, pulling you even closer and swaying your bodies lightly to the music. “Let them,” he says nonchalantly, but the glint in his eye is pure sin. He leans down so that his lips brush against the shell of your ear. You can’t help the shudder that wracks through your body as his warm breath hits your skin. “You’re so cute when you’re blushing like that. Did I make you flustered, baby?” His fingers release yours, instead gripping your chin and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Answer me, love.”

You nod, feeling small. Only Keigo can affect you like this, can reduce you to a trembling mess with just a few words.

You love it.

He smirks at your confession, pressing a kiss against your cheek before leaning his forehead against yours. “What do you say we jump ship, babe?” Your confusion must show on your face, because he continues. “I think I might die if I have to wait much longer to get my hands on you. And judging by the way you’re acting… I’d bet good money that you’re already dripping for me.”

“Kei!” You swat at his chest before burying your face in it. He laughs, one of his real, genuine laughs that makes your heart soar, before kissing the crown of your head.

“I don’t see you denying it.”

“Shut up.”

“Aw, is my cute little wife flustered?”

Wife. The word sounds so pretty rolling off his lips that you can’t resist retreating from the safety of his chest to press your lips against his. He cups your face with one of his large, rough hands and kisses you back. His wings shift to cover you up before the hand on your waist moves down to pinch at your ass – or, at least, it tries. The layers of your dress obstruct him, and he growls in frustration.

You can’t help but whine as well. You want him all the time, of course. Years of being together haven’t changed how fucking badly you want him all the time. You’d used up all your willpower behaving for the ceremony and the reception so far. You’d been good, had kept your hands to yourself throughout dinner and the toasts. But now, the mix of his body against yours, the dirty words that he’d whispered into your ear, and the cocktails running through your bloodstream were making it very hard for you to ignore the pooling heat between your legs.

You wanted him. You wanted your husband.

“Please,” you whisper. Under normal circumstances, you’d hate how whiny and pathetic you sound, but you’re too far gone to care. “Please, let’s go, Kei. Need you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

A few whispered words to Rumi, and a knowing smirk from her, and you were gone. It was surprisingly easy to slip out the venue. You’d expected to be stopped by some nosy family member, but it seemed that everyone was too tipsy and having too much fun to care. Nevertheless, you had to be careful once you stepped out into the fresh night air. The number two hero’s wedding was perfect paparazzi bait. You didn’t even want to think about the feeding frenzy that the media would go into if they caught sight of you now.

The night sky was like a shield, though, and it protected you from prying eyes. You’d been discreet when picking the wedding and reception venues, and even more discreet in choosing your honeymoon destination. Tomorrow morning, you and Keigo would fly up to the mountains, where he’d rented a little cabin for the two of you. By some miracle, he’d managed to get a whole week off work – a whole week where you’d have him, entirely to yourself.

But right now, you aren’t thinking about tomorrow morning, or the lovely, peaceful honeymoon that you were about to embark on. Right now, the only thing you can think about is Keigo. Keigo, with his beautifully messy hair that moved like ocean waves as you soared through the air. There’s nothing in this world that you love more than flying with him, pressed against his sturdy body with his strong arms wrapped around you. Light pollution makes it hard to see the sky from the ground, but up here, the moon and stars are breathtaking.

Almost as breathtaking as your husband, who’s eyes are prettier than any stars could ever hope to be.

He looks down and catches you staring, taking him in with your wide, wondrous eyes. You can barely hear anything through the noise-cancelling headphones that he makes you wear whenever you fly, but his words reach you, clear as day – “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Your voice comes out small, stolen away by the rushing wind. You try again, louder this time. “I love you!”

He chuckles, chest shaking as he tries to keep his laughs contained. “You trying to one-up me? I can be loud too.” He takes a deep breath, before tipping his head back and shouting an I love you up into the heavens.

His lips are soft and sweet as candy when they dip down to meet yours. “I’m just so happy,” he whispers against you. “You make me so happy.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The moment that you set foot into the penthouse, you gasp.

“Oh, Kei,” you breathe, hand flying over your mouth.

He bounces nervously as he locks up the balcony door, not meeting your eye. “Do…do you not like it?”

You march up to him and grab his face in your hands, before standing up onto your tip-toes and planting a kiss on his forehead. “I love it, baby. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”

He perks up at the praise, kissing your lips once before his hands move down and he picks you up, clean off the ground. You can’t hold your shrieking laugh back as he spins you around, a smile lighting up his face like a god damn Christmas tree.

The house is beautiful. Really, he did outdo himself. Back when you’d first started dating, he’d had to call off your six-month-anniversary date because of a mission. You’d assured him that it was fine, that you understood, but you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t upset. He promised that he would be back in a week at the latest. You’d spent the night with your friends, eating ice cream and watching shitty movies, and left for work the next morning. You weren’t expecting him back for a few days at least, but when you opened your door after an exhausting day at work, he was there, waiting for you. Scratches on his face and bandages on his arms, but he was there. And he’d decorated your apartment with flowers and fairy lights, centered around a haphazardly made blanket fort in the center of the living room. Little candles were placed across the room, each with a red feather standing guard, making sure that the flames didn’t accidentally get knocked over and grow. After you’d gotten over your initial shock – how the hell did you get in here, Kei – you ran into his arms and squeezed him, tight. He didn’t let go of you for the entire night – his body always pressed against yours, fingers constantly entwined, even as he made you cum so many times that you forgot your own name.

It was one of your fondest memories, one that always brought a smile to your face. You’d mentioned it offhandedly last week, while you were in the weeds with wedding planning. Honestly, you didn’t think that he’d even heard what you said, with how stressed and busy the two of you were. He was picking up extra patrols to make up for his honeymoon vacation time, and you were working your ass off to get your overbearing boss off your back.

But he had heard. He heard, and he listened, because that’s just the kind of lover – the kind of husband – that Keigo is. Attentive, sweet, and intuitive. You swear, he spoils you beyond belief. You don’t even know when he got the time to decorate the apartment today, but it’s beautiful. Even more beautiful than the decorations from your six-month-anniversary, because this time, the sight is sweetened by the knowledge that this is your shared home. This isn’t just your apartment, that your friends helped sneak him into so he could fancy it up. This is your shared space, where you’ll spend the rest of your lives together. Where you’ll wake up in his arms every morning, his wings wrapped around you protectively, fragmenting the morning light into shards of red. Where you’ll make meals together and laugh at his bad cooking, where you’ll take sanctuary from the harshness of the world. This place is your home. Keigo is your home.

He finally stops spinning, but refuses to set you down. Instead, he readjusts you so that he’s carrying you bridal style. You almost laugh at how cliché it is. It feels like something out of a cheesy rom-com, but you’re so happy that you feel like you’re in one of those rom-coms.

You do laugh out loud when you see the trail of petals leading to your bedroom. Keigo feigns disappointment, dramatically sighing. “Don’t laugh, princess, you wound me.” That just makes you laugh even more, and soon, he’s joining in, burying his face in your hair as he walks the two of you towards the bed. “C’mon, I’m trying to be romantic! Quit making me laugh!”

“I can’t help it,” you giggle as he gently places you onto the bed. Thankfully, he had the common sense to not put any petals on the actual bed, but the floor is absolutely covered. Blossoms line the walls as well, along with candles that bathe the room in their gentle glow. You take a second to admire how beautiful your husband looks in the soft light. The shadows make his wings seem that much bigger as they unfurl to their full size. He looms over you, looking like the most delicious mix of devil and angel that you’ve ever seen. There’s still a playful smile on his face, but something mischievous simmers beneath it.

“Hope you didn’t forget what you said at the reception hall, baby,” he says, eyes glinting. “What was it? Hmm, something like, need you, Kei, need you to take me home and fuck me, I’m already so wet for you.”

You groan and try to bury your face in your hands, but he’s too fast. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, easily wrapping them with just one of his large hands. “You’re making shit up,” you pout. “I only said the first part.”

“So you admit you said it? That you need me?”

“Shut up.”

“Mm, no thanks.”

You groan again, trying to suppress your smile. There are plenty of times that you and Keigo have had “serious” sex, but you mostly find yourself like this, devolving into giggles and teasing. There’s something about him that makes you feel so safe and at ease, and you can’t help yourself from giggling at his stupid remarks. He laughs, and releases your wrists to cradle your face with both his hands. He shifts so that he’s properly on top of you, his thighs on either side of your hips, and bends down to press kisses all over your face.

“My wife,” he breathes, in between kisses. “My sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. This dress is so pretty, but let’s take it off, my love. You don’t need it anymore.”

It takes a few minutes of awkward wriggling and tugging to finally remove the lace monstrosity, but at long last, the dress ends up on the floor. Keigo’s hands are on your body in an instant, fingers trailing over the curve of your waist and snapping the waistband of your panties. “God, you’ve got such pretty little lingerie on.”

“Wanted to dress up for you,” you say, pawing at his tie and trying to loosen the knot. It makes you feel small, to be so exposed while he’s still fully dressed. Normally you love to savor in that feeling, but right now, you need to feel his bare skin against yours. “Now take your clothes off, please.”

You finally manage to loosen his tie enough to pull it over his head. After stopping for another deep kiss, your hands continue their path over his body. His suit jacket comes off next, although he has to help you gently maneuver it off his wings. His cuff links clatter to the ground as you almost viciously rip off his dress shirt, and you moan when you finally feel his warm muscles.

You’re practically grinding into each other by now. Little whines leave your lips as you shamelessly roll your hips, seeking any friction you can get. You can feel his hardness, even through his thick pants, and you chase it with vigor. He’s not much better, a light blush dusting his face as he meets your rolls with shallow thrusts of his own. “Off, off, Kei, need to feel you,” you babble, fingers desperately trying to undo this belt buckle. Breathlessly, he pushes your fingers aside and pulls his belt off, unceremoniously throwing it across the room. You half expect it to collide with a candle and set the entire building on fire, but a few feathers fly out to catch it and gently set it down.

You don’t waste a second in pulling his pants down and throwing them as well, trusting that a feather will keep it from crashing into anything. Your fingers try to pull down the waistband of his boxers, but he tuts and grabs your hand.

You look up at him with pleading eyes. “Please,” you whine.

The smile on his face is gentle beyond belief as he answers. “I told you that I was going to take care of you tonight, baby. Let me make you feel good, okay? Can I make you feel good?”

You want to protest, want to beg him to stuff your face or your cunt and fuck into you until you’re lightheaded, but Keigo’s insistent about making you cum at least twice before even thinking about his own pleasure. And you can’t deny that you’re aching for him. You’re certain that you’ve soaked through your flimsy panties by now, and your mind is hazy with want.

You nod. Keigo takes your face in his hand, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can you give me your colors too?”

You force your mind to push through the fog, force your heavy lips to move and form words. “G-green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.”

“Good girl.” The praise goes straight to your core, and you whine. “Oh, baby, I know I just vowed to give you everything you could ever want, but you’re so damn needy. Be patient for me, okay? Let me touch you.”

You nod obediently, but you can’t fight the urge roll your hips and feel him again. With a soft, scolding noise, he presses one of his hands into your hipbone, effectively pinning you to the mattress. Try as you might, you can’t squirm away. He’s so ridiculously strong, his muscles toned from years of training and hero work, that you’re no match for him. But it’s not so bad. You love the dominance that oozes off his body as he moves down, his hands and tongue exploring every inch of skin that they can find. His teeth nip at the sensitive spot on your neck, the spot that always makes you melt for him. You shamelessly sigh and tilt your head to give him more access.

His right hand, the one that isn’t currently pinning you to the mattress, plays with the lacy edges of your bra. He palms you through the thin fabric, making you groan and arch your back into his touch. It’s not enough, you need more, need to feel more of him before you lose your mind. He seems to read your mind, because he doesn’t even bother to unclasp the bra, electing instead to rip it clean off your body. The snap of the straps breaking makes you gasp, but you revel in the sting of the elastic bouncing back against your skin.

“Couldn’t wait,” he says, not a hint of shame on his face. “You know how much I love to tease, but fuck, I need you now.”

He’s a bit more ceremonious when he removes your panties, choosing to use a hardened feather to slice through the fabric instead of just ripping with brute force. He fucking moans at the sight of you, wet and needy for him. It sounds like absolute heaven, but you don’t have even a second to revel in it before he’s diving into you. The sudden rush of pleasure is electrifying, and you go to instinctively slam your legs shut, but Keigo’s hand is too fast again. His tongue doesn’t falter for even a second as his fingers dig into your thighs and push you open. His lips wrap around your clit and suck, and he’s outrageously loud as he moans into your sex. It’s all so much – he’s licking at you like a man on death row, coaxing little whines and gasps from your lips.

His beautiful eyes are trained on yours, pupils blow out with love and lust. He memorizes every little expression that flits across your beautiful face as he eases a finger into you, eyes only leaving your face to admire the way that your little cunt sucks him in. But he can’t tear his gaze away from you, and the way your mouth falls open, or the way that your eyes flutter and roll back. The way that your hands ball up into fists, alternating between grabbing the bedsheets and lacing through his hair. Fuck, he loves how you pull at his hair when his fingers curl up against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Loves the little curses and gasps of his name that spill past your lips as he scissors and thrusts his digits deeper and deeper into your perfect pussy.

“Cum for me, princess,” he groans. “Please, cum for me, need you to be a good girl and cum for me.”

And, well, you did just vow to give him everything that he could ever want.

You throw your head back and almost sob as you gush all over his face and fingers. He’s insatiable, licking and fingering you all through it, desperately trying to lap up every single drop of your juices. Your body is shaking, and you whimper, the overstimulation building until it’s too much, until you’re crying out too much, Kei, ‘s too much!

“Give me your color, baby,” he says, slowing his assault against your body.

“G-green,” you stutter out, the words as shaky as your legs. “Green, don’t stop, it’s just – ah! Kei!”

Your verbal confirmation was all he needed to dive back in, sucking at you with even more vigor than before. His fingers twist and curl against your spot, and his tongue lashes at your clit. He doesn’t stop for even a second, burying himself in your heat. It’s all you can do to maintain your grip on his hair, tugging at it just the way that he loves. You’re thrust headfirst into your second orgasm of the night, crying out his name and positively sobbing at the onslaught of sensations.

When he finally pulls away, the lower part of his face is soaked with your cum. He makes a show of licking his lips clean, not breaking eye contact with you, no matter how much you blush and squirm. He saves his fingers for you, though. A gentle tap at your lips is all it takes for you to obediently open your mouth and take in his digits. You swirl your tongue around, eyes lidded with the afterglow of your pleasure.

But you’re not finished, are nowhere near finished. You suppose that you are being needy, but how could you not, when your husband looks like an absolute fucking god? The candlelight makes your cum on his face glisten beautifully. You whine and pull him in for a kiss, mashing your lips against his and greedily swiping your tongues together. It’s sinful. You can taste yourself on him, and it makes you shudder, makes you need him that much more.

“Please, please fuck me,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his slim waist and trying to pull him closer, closer, closer. “Please, Kei, need you inside me, need my husband inside me.”

“Fuck,” he breathes, so quietly that you would’ve missed it if you didn’t feel the word formed against your lips. “Fuck, baby, okay.” His hand slides between your bodies and quickly pushes his boxers down. He uses a feather to pull them all the way off, because he can’t be bothered to focus on that, not when you’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock.

Your fingers twitch, and you aren’t able to hold back any longer. Your hand finds his cock, marveling at how heavy and perfect he feels as you wrap your fingers around him and guide him towards your sopping cunt. You pause before you slide him in, though, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Can I ride you? Please?”

He curses again under his breath, practically shivering at your words. His strong hands reposition the both of you, until you’re sitting on his thigh and he’s leaning back against the headboard. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “Well, then? Get to work, princess.”

You roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at his antics. “What happened to Mr. Let-Me-Take-Care-Of-You?”

“He’ll come out later. If my pretty wife wants to ride me, she gets to ride me.”

You laugh for real this time, but it quickly turns into a moan as you sink yourself down on his length. No matter how many times you take him, he always overwhelms your senses, always stretches you so deliciously. You lean your forehead against his and give yourself a second to adjust, and then you’re rolling your hips, little whines leaving your lips.

“Feels so good, Kei.” You throw your head back, your fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back to anchor yourself. “You always feel so good.”

His eyes are half-lidded and dark as he takes you in. He’s memorizing every inch of your body, every detail and movement that he absolutely fucking adores. “You’re the most beautiful thing in the world,” he whispers, seemingly more to himself than you. “So beautiful. I’m so lucky.”

Your thighs burn, but you force yourself to ignore the pain. You’d rather die than stop right now. His strong arms encircle your waist, and his wings surround your bodies, ruffling with every one of your movements.

You want to ignore your exhaustion, but your husband is perceptive as ever. His hips raise up to meet you, and it sends a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. You’re shaky, though, and you’re getting sloppy.

Before you can even process what’s happening, you’re being spun over and pinned to the mattress. A gasp leaves your lips, and you whine as his cock slips out of you. Your hand reaches out and paws around wildly, searching for him through your haze. Keigo’s quick to kiss you and shush your protests, entwining his rough fingers in your searching hand and stroking his thumb against your palm.

“Relax, angel. Let me take care of it.”

He slides into you again, making you both moan. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, clenching and fluttering around him. He pauses once he bottoms out. His face buries into the crook of your neck, and he presses sweet kisses all over your skin.

You wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze, trying desperately to make him move. “Keigo, baby, please,” you whine, fingers digging into the strong muscles of his back.

He coos, cupping your face and kissing you before he readjusts himself. “Of course, pretty girl.”

His thrusts are deep and hard, so hard that they make the entire bed shake. Your eyes flutter shut, but he grips your jaw and begs you to keep them open – please, baby, look at me, need to see my pretty wife fall apart.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he moans, teeth nipping at your lips. “So perfect, and all mine.”

“All yours,” you agree. You’re practically babbling by this point, unable to stop the noises slipping past your lips. You’re floating on a cloud, soaring through the sky, anchored only by his body against yours. “You’re so deep in me, Kei, can feel you so deep in me. Please, ‘m so close, just a lil’ bit more, Kei.”

He coos again, hand slipping down to toy with your clit. You wail, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as the coil in your stomach snaps and you gush uncontrollably. You can’t do anything but cry out for him, can’t do anything but cling onto him and shake and twitch. The feeling of you clenching around him is too much, and with a broken fuck and a cry of your name, he spills inside of you. He fucks you through it, the obscene sounds of your combined release making you feel lightheaded and weak.

He holds you for a few minutes, just like that, bodies entwined. You both pant and try to catch your breath. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, so you protest when he finally pulls out and sits back to admire the way that his seed drips out of you.

“Come back,” you complain. “What kind of husband doesn’t give cuddles to his wife?”

“The kind of husband who needs to clean her up,” he says with a chuckle. “C’mon, let’s go take a bath.

Your body feels boneless with exhaustion and the hazy afterglow of your three orgasms, so you’re grateful when he scoops you into his arms. You tuck your face into his neck and hum contentedly, unable to stop the giddy smile that blooms across your face.

“I love you, Kei,” you say, planting little kisses over his neck and jaw.

“I love you too, princess,” he says, grinning and poking your nose. He laughs when you scrunch it up and scowl at him. But, with how cute he looks, you just can’t hold the scowl for long. Soon, you’re giggling too.

You look up at him with so much love that it makes his heart ache. His eyes grow a bit more serious, and he dips his head to kiss at your swollen lips. “I mean it, baby. I’m so happy to spend the rest of my life with you.”

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Okay but Maliburrys girl (should we call her darling? I feel like he calls her that quite a bit in the fic?) always greets h when he comes home from work but what about if one day she ran up and jumped into his arms when she heard the door open. He didn’t even have the chance to call out her name and say that he’s home before she has her face burred in his neck. And he’s taken back of course but after he gets his bearings again, he drops his brief case so he can wrap his arms around her too and “hello precious” into her hair :( and shes “hi” all small in his neck and he’s “what’s all this about hm?” And she’d get teary eyed and his blood just goes cold cus he thought that she just missed him but now she’s upset?? So he pulls her back thinking something is seriously wrong with her and “what’s wrong??? Are you hurt? Did something happen? Are you alright?” Looking up and down her body for any visible injury’s and she’s quick to “no no! Nothing of the sort” and he’s pulling her back into him, “then what’s got you all upset then baby?” And she’s “it’s nothing. Silly” “not silly if it’s making you upset. Tell me” and she’s “today. When at brunch, Connie told us- she told us her husband is having an affair” and he’s “noo! Jack?!” And she’s “uh-hu. With his secretary at work” (so 70s hehe) and he’s “wow. I would have never guessed. They seemed happy. Every body thought so at least” and she’s “yeah” getting all teary again and he’s pulling her into him again, rocking her back and forth “this is what’s got you all upset baby?” And she’s “it’s just sad. I don’t like Connie much, but I would never wish this for her. I feel awful for her. I keep thinking about how I would feel if it was you and me and getting sad” and he’s :(((((((( reassuring reassuring reassuring her the rest of the night he loves her very very much and would never ever ever think of doing such a thing. And even though people always compared Connie and her husband to them cus they were the two couples that always seemed madly in love. They are not the same and he would never ever ever. And he loves her very much :((((

wait wait WAIT:( like the idea that since BRUNCH:( shes been home kind of wallowing bc like connie is by far not her favorite lady in the neighborhood but shes always admired the way she and jack have seemed to have fostered so much love between them and like Connies a difficult woman but jack seemed to love her for that and be the one person to handle her in ways that she just admired how much love and understanding they had so when connie is like all ashamed and teary telling the girls at Sarahs house that "i...I caught jack with lucinda. my hair appointment finished early and I find them in jack's study but he says he didn't mean it that it happened once only but I just know hes lying to me" and like its just one of the hardest things to hear and like shes watching a realtionships she admired fall to pieces and she would NEVER wish that on anyone no matter if she cares for connie as an individual so it just scares her:( bc she loves harry so much and she knows what it looks like to other ppl too that lovely adoring caring relationship but if it can happen to someone like connie and jack who had the publicly perfect relationship it could happen to anyone;( not like she doesn't trust harry its just such a scary thought and like dose of reality for her and the perfect little life and love nest they've made in malibu:( so when he comes home shes had all day to wallow and weep and she hasn't even started dinner or cleaned up more than the living room by the time h is home and she just needs him needs to know that he loves her and needs him to know that she loves him too so much:( but the way when she tells him hes so "JACK????? HE DID WHAT????" bc hes her little gossip buddy and knows everything about anything in the neighborhood so hes just as shocked and cannot believe but it begins to hurt him when he sees how hurt SHE is and when she explains why that its just a terrible awful thing and it made her think of how awful it would be if something like that happened between them it just breaks his heart further:( bc he knows they have so much trust between them and he knows he would never and that she would never either shes right its a scary thought like what would he do if he caught her w someone else? like how would he even begin to....breathe again so he understands why shes feeling so down about it:( but thats why he spends so much time that night just doting and reassuring and loving on her bc he NEEDS her to know that its not even a possibilty that he would ever so she doesn't need to worry herself over it :( so he takes her out to a little drive in diner bc she doesn't want to go out and get ready she just wants him so they have dinner in his car and maybe he just drives her around like he used to when they were just starting to go steady:( so they can just spend that quiet time together and hes holding her hand and singing along to the radio w her and every other word out of his mouth is how much he loves her how lucky he is how shes just...his reason for everything :((((((((( im making myself SOOOOOOOOO thinking abut this:(