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"You want me to praise you for that? Very well⌠Good job."
#obey me#obey me fanart#obey me nightbringer#obey me lucifer#lucifer#om lucifer#nightbringer#fallen angel#he was so fun to render#ahahahaha#no really#his horns are weird but fun#and they say satan has the weird horns#have you looked at lucy's#anyway#gotta draw all the boys later#made by me#my drawings#my stuff#fanart
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jamiazu / ashenviper week day 6: toxic yaoi overblot
SORRY it's very much a rushed mess especially in the lower half jdkslfjksd i was v busy today and trying to hurry to get something done for this before midnight [covers up the clock... i was close enough,,, it's still day 6 in some time zones jkfdlsjfs]
unfortunate that the overblots have so much going on and take me ten billion years to draw otherwise i think id like drawing them more bc they LOOK VERY COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
#ashenviper week 2024#twisted wonderland#twst#jamiazu#ashenviper#azul ashengrotto#jamil viper#cereal tries to draw#and boy did i try. JFKLDSJFLDSJG#i kinda shot myself in the foot deciding today on the day i STARTED WAY LATER#to be the day that i wanted to try shading in the tones lol#and then. picked the day i was doing stuff with a lot of dark black parts#with no color to balance out the similar tones jkLJFSDKLJFDKLJS#im not exactly good with tonal contrast and UNFORTUNATELY IT'S VERY APPARENT HERE TODAY SORRYYYYYYYYYYYY#whatever it's practice teehee. good enough is GOOD ENOUGH!!!!!!!!#anyway i was gonna draw them looking more evil but i kinda ended up goin the route of like. evil while gay#as in kind of extremely obsessed w/each other in their toxic yaoi state idk#like i think if they overblot at the same time it woulda been over for us boys theyd be too strong#uniting the powers of hypnosis and blackmail and also the fine print. and gay. to take over the school and then probably the world#u probs gotta click full screen squint on this one bc if ucked it up stupid style theres too much dark lol#USUALLY I HAVE THE OPPOSITE PROBLEM I DONT GO DARK ENOUGH#[professor voice] youre kinda stuck in the midtones#well. this time i went mid/dark and forgot the light lol#if i had more time maybe i coulda done some like actual shading to round it out but I DONT WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S LATE#AND IM SLEEEEPYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY#if drawing overblot details didnt kill me tho i think id like to draw them being overblot together more often lol i enjoy the concept#maybe if i can shorthand it or GO BACK TO MY BELOVED TINY GUYS#i spent the most time on this one of all the other drawings this week#tomorrow i do not anticipate ill spend as long on but#i was considerin the glomas outfits which are ALSO SCARY DETAILS AUGHHGHGH <- it's bc im bad at drawing. LOL
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#and this concludes my current art dump#because i gotta go wash dishes and junk#fitzroy my beloved#my fav boi out of all the taz's#right behind duck newton obvs#the legendary sass master#and v good boi snippers#i know snippers wasnt actually in this scene but i wanted to draw him anyway#this was my favorite moment in graduation so i just had to draw it#if you see this post even if its like eight years later#tell me why you love this good good boy and i will gladly rant along with you#taz graduation#taz#the adventure zone#fitzroy maplecourt#snippers#fitzroy#my art#old art#blippin art
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TFW ur shitty dad decides to prank ur whole school to teach you to be more chaotic but instead you just realize how attached you've become to certain people. This is the EAH AU's version of Spring Unsprung!!
Gotta give credit where credit is due, @silverlistenstothings really helped out with this arc !!! So many good Hermie thoughts as always ough <333
We decided this happens like right before the Big Plot Shit happens in the AU and instead of being a festival it's Hermie's Birthday !!! The cursed riddlebook is a gift from Scam that Hermie gives to Scary instead bc he doesn't rlly care about it, which . turns out to be a very bad idea. The curse quickly spreads throughout the school reversing everyone's personalities and causing Normal to try and pretty much end the world.
This arc is Hermie and Taylor focused !!! :D Although it is really fun to think about the reverse teens running rampant NWVEGWHAAHA reverse norm is a little treat for me <3 but reverse Link is SO INCREDIBLY FUNNY . shoutout to this message from @happi-tree bc it's been burned into my memory and I cant stop laughing about it
When it comes to the curse we decided that bonds and skills stay the same but the personalities are inverted, which means reverse Scary being sooo attached and clingy to Hermie is just her personality changing the way she decides to communicate her affection for who she sees as her best friend. Its cute <3
Herm is SUPER on edge due to being incredibly irritated with his dad and feeling insecure about his friendship with Taylor, who's having a bit of a crisis on his own about his feeling about Link. Toss in their shared homesickness for Wonderland, a realm they can't go back to, and Taylor panicking over a gift his mom left him going missing, well it's not good for anyone. How are they gonna figure things out enough to save Ever After from destruction?
(EAH AU is by me, @rindomness & @kaseyskat !!)
Image Description is under the cut
[ID: Image 1: Normal smirking evilly with a hand up to his chin and the other on his hip. His eyes are a light purple and he's saying "Hey." To his right is Scary happily waving while smiling, her eyes similarly a light purple. She's saying "OMG hiiii Herm!! <3"
Image 2: Hermie with a stunned and mad expression on their face and trying to pout tea from a teapot into a teacup but missing the cup by a lot. Their cat ears are turned downward and tucked against their head while their tail behind them is stuck straight up with fur sticking out in all directions. They have a thought bubble that says "I'm gonna KILL my dad." there's text in the bottom left that has an arrow pointing off the canvas and is labeled "Scam giggling off screen."
Image 3: Link doing the fuck boy expression, his eyes half lidded and biting the corner of his lip with a pointed hand on his chin, with his other hand with the thumb tucked into the top of his belt. His eyes are similarly a light purple and he's looking at Taylor. There's text with an arrow pointing at Link that says, "turned into a shitty fuck boi liar because of the curse" To his right stands Taylor who has his arms by his side in a dinosaur like pose and a grossed out and devastated expression on his face. His bunny ears are sticking straight up. There's an arrow pointing to him that says "Fucking Appalled" in all caps.
Image 4: Scary smiling with her eyes closed and hugging Hermie with one of her legs posed upward behind her. Hermie is standing still with their eyes obscured due to the shine of their glasses with a neutral expression on their face and their cat ears turned downward and their tail puffed up and sticking up. To their right stands Taylor with both his hands up to clutch his face and his bunny ears pointed downward. Scary is saying "Haha yaaaay besties forever after!!" with flowers and hearts drawn around her. There is an arrow pointed at her labeled "still cursed". Hermie has a thought bubble that says "MY DAD IS A DICK." and an arrow pointed at them that's labeled "so touch starved". Under that is an arrow pointing at Taylor that is labeled "having a gay crisis" and he is surrounded by question marks. He has a large thought bubble that says "Why am I so jealous that Link is flirting with everybody ohmygod do I have a crush on my best friend forever after holy shit what"
Image 5: Normal looking down with an evil smirk and light purple eyes with his hand out to hold something. Hermie looks up with a frustrated expression on their face and their pupil's sharpened and is clutching Normal's arm as his hand holds Hermie's chin. Normal is saying "Shame you've decided to get in my way kitten, I really did like you. Well whatever. It's not going to matter in a moment, nothing is. You're too late." the word "nothing" is underlined for emphasis.
Image 6: A discord screenshot of 'willy KILLER MAIMER DESTROYER' saying "Link: babe youâre being so fucking silly but hey at least youâre also hot. Wanna kiss maybe. Thatâs gotta fix you or whatever
Taylor: ???????????????? OK ACTUALLY I FORGOT I WAS GETTING LUNCH WITH HERMIE GOTTA GO under his breath wtf wtf wtf"/end ID]
#dndads#dungeons and daddies#dndads s2#dungeons and daddies season 2#cal draws#eah dndads au#normal oak#scary marlowe#hermie unworthy#lincoln li wilson#taylor swift dndads#THIS ARC IS SO VERY FUNNY TO ME IM NOT OVER IT LMAOOOOO#i could explain more but the post was getting too long#we've actually created a goofle doc timeline for the events that happen in the au#i gotta organize and add more to it but maybe we'll release that later to explain the plot LMAO#there's some writing going on behind the scenes that im eating upppp hehehehehehe#never recovering from reverse Link jusy being a fuck boi gaslighter it's ridiculously funny to me . Help.#also never recocering from normal calling eah au hermie kitten. points. gay .#Scam is the cheshire cat btw. thats the implication#lmk if i want me to explain all the reverse teens personalities btw . bc i will i thought abt them a lot#described
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Why is it that when I try to sleep I am absolutely plagued with thoughts yet the moment I try to visualise said thoughts I have nothing
#me at to late at night pm ''yo once im done scrolling Tumblr and ao3 and watchung youtube and playing mobile games i just gotta draw this-#-thing I've been thinking about for the past 4 hours straight''#''oh boy its pretty late thankfully im done with all that stuff and can finally draw'' (it is now even later at night pm)#*opens art program/ word document* ''bruh i dont even know what i want to write im going to ved because it's late''#*three minutes after getting into bed* i n e e d t o c r e a t e s o m e t h i n g.#inescapable cycle#and now im stalling by writing paragraphs in the Tumblr tags#at a time i could be trying to sleep.
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MOTIVE | dark!old man!logan x fem!reader
summary: strangers-with-benefits!old man!logan punishes you out of his jealousy.
â sequel to bed chem but could be read as a standalone!
content warnings/tags: smut! mdni. porn with little plot. old man!logan. unspecified age gap. dom!logan. sub!reader. possessive & jealous logan. pet names (kid, kiddo, little girl, etc). unprotected p in v. power dynamics. cnc. heavy breeding kink. barely proofread. wc: 2,6kÂ
You didnât think Logan would careâor notice, even.Â
This thing between you and him has been going on for months now. He picks you up from the diner youâre working at, drives you home (his house), then fucks you stupid throughout the after-hours.Â
The sex is everything you have craved for, really, âYaâ need a real man to do this shit, huh?â A real man who does all the work and stuffs you up with his cock until youâre only speaking in high-pitched whines.
But aside from that fact, something is missing. Something your big heart always had craved, something he failed to fill.
The lack of attention and affection.
Outside intercourses, he barely talks to you. He departs from the bed after every time you fall asleepâor when he thinks that youâre already asleep. Sometimes, he takes you back to your house in the morning, sometimes he just leaves you in his vacant residence.Â
All bare and worn out.
Youâd rest your head on his chest in the dim room, drawing shapes on his naked skin, âI wish youâd tell me whatâs wrong.âÂ
The tips of his fingers subtly stroke the crown of your head, a light touch you can barely feel, âGo tâsleep, kid.â Â
Itâs too unstable and lacks consistency.
That is when you start talking, well specifically, messaging, a friend of a friend, someone around your age. You are not even attracted to him but heâs nice. He gives you attention and affection you hardly even register. But hey, you just want your big heart loaded up. No one can ever blame you.
What you didnât know is that Logan notices everything. He notices how you start to sleep more later than usual, playing with your phone for a while. How your lips curve upwards at the glowy screen when you thought that he already left the room. Making him utter a question into the cold air, âWhatâre you lookinâ at?âÂ
Strangled, your phone falls into the sheets that cover your bare form, âN-nothing, really. Just texting my girlfriends.â
And Logan knows youâre fuckinâ lying right to his face. Because he remembers you told him one time in the beginning: âSometimes I feel lonely at night. None of my friends are a night owl like me, yâknow?â He fuckinâ remembers it all.Â
On a random Friday, he decided he had known enough. He drives his way to your diner and there you are. Sitting too close to his liking with some fuckinâ boy; the way those giggles left your lips makes his stomach turn.Â
You didnât know that he was sitting in his car the whole time because he never visited you on a Friday night: âGotta do somethinââÂ
But there he was, gripping the steering wheel too tightly his knuckles turned white. Muttering curse after curse under his heavy breath. Playing over the last few weeks and trying to find what went sideways. But something always went sideways with him.Â
He had hoped you would understand that his aloofness was merely a product of his scars and the long life he had lived. But now, seeing you in your apron whilst smiling at another man and pouring Logan's favorite black coffeeâhe wished he hadnât been so cold towards you.Â
What would he do without you? What would he do if you decided that you didnât want some old man nâpicked that boy? He shakes his head lightly, no, Logan needs you.Â
The thought of you leaving him makes him fucking sick and he decided to do something âbout it. Â
By something, he means having you on his bed, naked and splayed bare in front of him as he laps up and down your dripping pussy.Â
âPussy loves me so much, huh?â Logan murmurs as he squeezes your thighs that clamped around his neck, making you hum a mhmm to the pillow beside you.
Loganâs thick fingers eagerly stroke your clit while he continues licking your folds, earning soft mewls as your head tilts back in pleasure, âAh- âM so close..!âÂ
âDoinâ so good for your old man.â Youâre moaning and gripping his greying hair while you squirm on the sheets, rolling your hips down on his face.
You were so so so close to getting your orgasm before he abruptly pulled away and stood back up on his feet. Taking you by surprise. Delaying you.Â
âW-what?â Your head is still overflowing with your high when you watch him drape his way into the nearest armchair and put on his glasses as he reaches for todayâs newspaper. As if he didnât just have his tongue deep inside you a minute ago.Â
Just as you try to catch your breath, you slowly get up in a sitting position to gape at him with your flushed cheeks and aroused body. You were so close and you need him back now.Â
After a minute, you begin to notice how he grips the newsprint too tensely, how his brows furrowed and his nose wrinkled, how he keeps clenching his jaw on repeat, and how he looks furious and grumpy.
Somethingâs up.Â
âL-Logan?â You call out to him. He clenched his jaw one more time until he could not contain his anger anymore.Â
He takes off his glasses in a harsh tug and stares directly at you, âAre you fuckinâ him?âÂ
The way he looks at you sends electricity into your core, you feel like a deer caught in a headlight, âW-whaâwho are you talking about?â
When he gets up from his seat, you can see the bulge on his pants, his stare still burning into you as if a predator catching its prey, âFuck. That fuckinâ boy from the diner. Did yaâ let him touch whatâs mine?âÂ
Oh.Â
Oh.
Heâs talking about your âfriend of a friendâ. How did he find that out? You began to wonder in silence.Â
You gulp as he gets closer and closer into the bed, making you push your back onto the headboard subconsciously, âOh- no, no, heâ heâs just a friend, Logan.â
He isnât satisfied with that answer, you know this because the bed squeaks out a creaking sound when he gets his whole weight on the bed, latching and trapping you, âYaâ thought about leaving me, kiddo?â He rumbles as he squishes your face cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, looking at you sternly as if heâs scolding a misbehaved child, âThought about leavinâ your old man?â
âN-no! Never!ââ Youâre being honest! You would never leave himâŚyou just needed a little more. By sensing his rage that radiates the entire room, you try your best to stare back at him with your doe-eyes, a look that never fails to weaken down his knees.
Then, you build up the courage to cradle his face with your soft palms and stroke his beard, focusing on the greying parts. âJust a friend, Logan. âWould never leave you.â Your voice comes out as a whisper but it successfully eases him down. You can hear his breath steadying after a while.Â
He closes his eyes as he lurks forward towards you, greedily locking his lips onto yours, âWas so fuckinâ mad.â As he pulls away to mumble, you keep pampering kisses on his faceâto assure him that you do want him and him only.Â
He pulls down his pants and lets his cock spring free to his stomach. A sight of pre-cum on his heavy tip and the grith of his fat cock makes you cry out.Â
Logan trails his hands from your face down and down until he reaches your pussy. Itâs still as wet as he delayed it a few moments ago. His calloused finger probes at your entrance, making you whimper into his mouth.Â
âThis is all fâme, little girl?â He keeps teasing your folds in one hand while pinching your peaking nipples with his other hand. All while still looking at you oh, so hungrily.Â
âY-yes! All for you. No one elseââ You fail to finish your sentence when he enters one finger into your heat, placing kisses on your collarbones and mumbling mhmm onto your skin.
You canât hold it anymore since he delayed your orgasm earlierâyouâd do anything, âPleasepleaseplease, needâa cum, please!âÂ
The squelching sound of his finger moving in and out, in and out of your cunt didnât help either. Youâre staring at him lust-filled and dumbfounded; you wish he could just read your mind.
âSuch a pretty pussy, baby.â He removes his finger and brings it to his mouth, swirling it around his tongue to savor you, âTastes so sweet too.âÂ
âWhere dâya want me?â
You whimper pathetically at his words while making grabby hands at him. âI-inside, pleasepleasââ At this point, you donât even know what youâre begging for.
In fact, you donât even know anythingâŚ
âDonât got any rubber, kid. Canât fuck you, yâknow?â Logan is fucking a liar. He threw all the condoms he had into the trash bin this morning for this sole purpose. You mumbles a small âwhaâ into his face because he delays you over and over just for him to delay you again?Â
No, no, noâyou gotta have him now.Â
You look at him like heâs the only man - like nothing matters but him and heâs making you furrow your brows in sadness, in desperation.Â
So then,
âI-itâs okay⌠you can- still-if you want to. Iâll let you.âÂ
Bingo.Â
Just how Logan wants this to go. Because again, out of your awareness, this is how Logan punishes you. For making him so jealous he can barely get any sleep, for pulling away from him the entire week that he can only jerk his cock off to your pink ribboned panties (the one that you left on his house), and for making him think about you every second heâs awake because youâre his air.
He was so fucking pissedâbut now, he feels that he had won already.Â
âMhm, no can do, princess. Donât wanâ you to regret it.â Your face fell into disappointment, canât he see how much you want this? How much you need him? ââS alright, yeah?â He says and earns a whiny protest from you.Â
Tears begin to build up in your eyes as you stutter over your words. All youâve got is sobs because youâre so overwhelmed by everything thatâs happened tonight. You can only call out his name, trying to get his attention and affection.Â
âLogan.â Youâre squirming on the bed, wrapping your legs around his hips, pressing his body against yoursâ making him pull an indifferent look to continue on his act. Â
âNext time, alright, kiddo?â He kisses the tip of your nose as a decoy.Â
âN-no! Now! Please, Logan. Now, pleaseââ You move your hips upwards and make his tip kiss your wetness. He begins to lose his composure when you wrap your small fingers around his cock. Logan grunts and lurches forward because heâs just an old man who needs you. Thereâs little he can do.
âWanâ you insideâŚâ You whisper breathlessly as you move your hands up and down on him the way he loves it, ââS okay, Dada, I promise.â Your thumb swirls around his cockhead before bringing him closer and closer to where you want him until the tip pushes inside your aching folds, ââJust pull out, okay?âÂ
Logan grins at you, showing his wrinkles. Oh, he wonât pull out. He knows he wonât.Â
This is the climax of his âpunishmentâ. Yes, heâs a bad man, the worst kind of man. But this is his only way to keep you, donât you see? To make sure you wonât leave him, to make sure shit like yesterday wonât happen again.Â
He bumps his nose into yours and kisses your forehead, âYâsure, baby?âÂ
And you just let out a âyesâ because you just need him so so so badly. He nudges forward, in in in, until heâs buried inside of youâthen he kisses your lips again. Itâs so hot because he has never fucked you like this before, so raw and deep. After feeling your velvety walls, he knows he will never let you go.Â
He starts a cruel pace and jolts you; your cute tits jiggle every time he thrusts insideâheâs sure that youâre made for him, to be with him. Put on this place to be his pretty baby and to have his baby.Â
âYaâll let that boy do this to ya? Mm?â You shake your head rapidly at his question, hoping heâll understand. And he does. âT-Thaâ right. Pussyâs glad to see me - loves me.âÂ
Your eyes squeezed so tight but he canât stop, not when youâre squelching âround him and gripping him as if heâd disappear, âMy good little girl - fuck - fuckinâ love you.â He confessed while burying his face on your neck and the only thing he has on his mind is puttinâ a baby in you.
Itâs the truth: he loves you. More than anythingâmore than himself. He just doesnât know how to show it in a normal way.
He thrusts and thrusts and thrustsâyour moan gets louder and louder and louder. Logan takes your hands, interlinking your fingers together and kissing your knuckles.
You make these pathetic little noises, ah ah ahs, and he knows youâre close. Now is the time to do his final act, âYâknow why it feels so good, kid?Â
He touching you everywhere: pinching your nipples and holding you by your throat, ââS âcause youâre fucking a real man, baby.â
âY-yeah! Jusâ need a manâneed youââ Logan nearly cums right there and then when he sees how tears stream down your cheeks as you look up at him in pure admirationâlike you worship him. Again, just the way he wanted it.
Your shaky voice as a newborn fawn reminds him what heâs here for, what his punishment is to you.
âF-fuck. Gonna pull out soon, darlinââ
What? Itâs too soon for you and your vice grip somehow manages to get stronger around him. He can barely withdraw before you squeeze your walls so deliciously and wrap your legs tighter; ankles locking his hips onto yours. Â
âN-no! Donât- donât go anywhereâ Staystaystaââ Logan sighs in relief. You ate up all his acts. Itâs working.Â
His palms move to your waist to work himself deeper in you, hitting that gummy spot that he knows will make you sob.
âWhaâdya mean no? Logan asks, âD-donât wanna knock you up, kiddo.â Oh, but he does! He does. He does. âGotta pull out. You donât want that, âkay?âÂ
âI-I do! I do.â You finally plead to him with your soft voice. âI wanâ it..âÂ
Logan canât last any second longer but itâs okay because youâre so close to getting to where he wants you.
He snarls a âFuckâ under his breath and, âGonna get yaâ pregnant, sweets.â His mouth gets to your neck and starts leaving dark bruises on your silky skin, âSâthat what you want? My baby, hm?âÂ
âYeah.â You squeak up while meeting down his thrusts, âYeahyeahyeaâgimme a baby.â You continue your mindless babble, your brain is empty except for the thoughts of him. âFill me up, fill me upâŚâ Itâs becoming a plea.Â
âIâll fill you up, sweet girl.â
And heâs gone. Lips latching onto yours as you both reach ecstasy. Logan fucks you through itâfucks his seed so deep in you so it fuckinâ takes.
He wished heâd feel guilty as a sick old man for ruining you and your lifeâbut here you are, milking him for all heâs got and telling him that you love him too.
Youâre gorgeously unaware that heâs punishing you the entire time; youâre too fucked up when heâs spilling warm ropes of his cum on your walls. He pulls out slowly, staring at the white strings that gush out of your wet hole before plugging himself to make sure it takes.
Logan thinks everythingâs fine because heâs got his assurance:Â that youâre never going to leave himâthat now youâre fully hisâand that he has won.Â
#old man!logan can't show affection in a normal way.. who else is surprised#this is longer than i expected..#logan howlett x reader#logan x reader#logan howlett#old man!logan#old man logan#old man logan x reader#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#logan howlett smut#james logan howlett#xmen movies#logan howlett fic#logan howlett fanfiction#logan 2017#logan by nina <3
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from the club
Derekâs wolf whistle made you roll your eyes and try to slip into your seat without drawing too much attention. âDamn, mama,â he sang teasingly, eyeing you up and down.
âDerek Morgan! I ought to-â
âWhoa!â
You glared at Spencer, trying to ifnore the way his eyes trailed over your cleavage. âItâs like you guys have never even been in the presence of a female before,â you snark sarcastically. Secretly, though, you feel complimented that such aesthetically pleasing people thought you looked good.
Emily, Jennifer, Penelope, and Rossi were later than Hotch surprisingly. Aaron strode in next, laying a stack of files on the table. He sat down at his regular spot and turned to make conversation until the other arrived when he turned and saw you. His lips drew thinly over his face as he watched you reach over the table to grab a file. He swallowed and averted his eyes from you when you sat back in your seat. Hotch felt like a pervert and averted his mind to the more pressing matter. Dead bodies, knives, murder, he repeated to himself- trying to draw blood away from his crotch.
J.J., Penelope, and Emily arrived next. âCoffee for you all, my precious gems!â Penny sang, placing the teamâs favorite brews in front of them. After she placed yours down her eyes gleamed and she raised her eyebrows. âDid you call-â
âPenelope!â You hollered, turning away from the red-head with a laugh.Â
She just giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. As Emily took her place beside you, she leaned in to whisper in your ear, âIâm no better than the men here, y/n. You look hot.âÂ
You swatted her away and waited for J.J. to start the briefing. Emily snickered beside you.
There was really nothing professional about being called into work wearing low-rise jeans and a lacey tank top. But it wasnât your fault- some of your college friends had stopped in the city and wanted to go to the club and wouldnât take no as an answer.
Rossi showed up right before Hotch said his favorite phrase (read: âwheels up in 30â). You collected your file and started out of the room.
âGood lo- y/n!â
You whipped around to see Penelope rushinf towards you. âWh-What?â
âYouâve surprised me more times today than I thought possible, darling girl. Turn around! I didnât know you had ink!âÂ
You breathed out a sigh of relief and tried to ignore the feeling of her cold fingers tracing over the black ink just above your jeans. âI have some on the mid back too,â you said quietly.
âImpressive,â Rossi- of all people- hummed. âOne of my ex wives roped me into getting a matching tattoo with her. The pain was somethinf else and the aftercare was hell. Rookie, here has a high pain tolerance.â He patted your practically bare shoulder and walked by without another word.
Emily purred lowly as she walked by, laughing at the way you flipped her off in return.
âYou know, Jeffery Dahmer didnât consume people that had tattoos⌠He said that the âtattoos made the meat taste like⌠shitâ,â Reid spouted.
The way Spencer paused before saying shit was endearing. Maybe it was your attraction to nerds, but you felt particularly flattered at the weight of his gaze on you. âThatâs interesting, Spencer,â you replied quietly. âDid you know the oldest recorded tattoo ink recipe required insect eggs?â
Spencer just hummed.
âI- uh,â Aaron cleared his throat. You stepped back from Penelopeâs hands. âI imagine you have more professional attire?â
Your cheeks flushed. âYes, Hotch. Iâm really sorry, my friends convinced me to go out with them, you know, and I-â
Hotch chuckled and held his hands up. âItâs okay, y/n. What you do on your own time is your business,â he said.
You wrung your hands. âThanks, Hotch.â
âNo problem, y/n.â Hotch started to walk away and you felt Derekâs arm wrap around your shoulder. âNice ink,â he called back to you.Â
âIâll see you on the plane, y/n,â Spencer told you with a wave. You smiled back at him and watched him run a hand through his hair as he walked away.
âLover boyâs gotta thing for you, y/n,â Derek told you, a shit eating grin on his face. âAnd Hotch too, if I took a guess. I think you made the old man pop a bo-â
âDerek Morgan!â
You shoved him off of you and tried to ignore his gleeful laughter.
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â ALL THESE PEOPLE THINK LOVE'S FOR SHOW, BUT I WOULD DIE FOR YOU IN SECRET ! â
⧠pairing: suguru geto x sorcerer! reader
⧠summary: suguru's birthday spent with you is like a dream -- the perfect day spent in bliss, but what happens when the dream has to come to an end?
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, jjk compliant au (reader is a sorcerer), domesticity, cuddling, oral (m +f), handjob (m! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), improper massage technique, some angst (discussion of star vessel / premature death arc / geto's defection),
⧠wc: 3,015
The first thing Suguru felt were fingertips brushing against his cheek.
âMorning, birthday boy,â you murmured, and his almost violet eyes fluttered still half within the grasp of the sandman, and it didnât help you looked as if you were the thing of dreams â your body clad only in his white button down, hair askew from your late night with him, and eyes filled with utter love and devotion, âfinally waking up? Because I have a whole day planned for you,âÂ
His lips curl despite the sleep that weighed on his eyelids, a hum leaving his lips, as his fingers find you, even with his eyes closed â just as he always could, his fingers curling around your wrist, as he expertly tugged you and wrapped his arms around you. You were caged in around his limbs, pressed to his chest with barely any space to move, youâd be scared, if wasnât exactly where you wanted to be.Â
You sigh, burying your face in his chest, lips brushing the skin of his bare chest, âSugu, come on, we canât laze all day, I have a nice breakfast planned, and weâre having lunch with Satoru, Shoko, and Nanami later, and I have a million other nice things planned â none of which we can do if you donât get out of bed,âÂ
âBut you forgot something,â itâs his turn to sigh, as he shifts his face to rest against your neck, nose nearly tickling the skin there, as his lips press butterfly kisses, dotted like constellations along your neck and collarbone â as if he find the all the universe had to offer between the space of your neck and shoulder, âmy favorite thing to do is right here,âÂ
You roll your eyes at the innuendo, a knowing smirk on his lips, one you didnât need to see to know it was there â it was done against your neck after all, âIf I recall, we did plenty of your favorite thing last night, and itâs the reason youâre probably so tired right now,âÂ
His fingers begin to toy with the buttons of his shirt that youâd stolen, âWell, they say you can never have too much of a good thing, after all,âÂ
âOh, is that so?â and his lips find yours again to swallow your next retort, his lips gliding against yours and he can taste the coffee you had just had, the bitter taste mixed with your sweet tongue, that flicked not so sweetly against the seam of his lips.Â
âYou said I could have anything I want today,â he murmurs, beginning to undo the buttons one by one, as he revealed your body to his eyes â a twitch in his boxers as he realized you wore not a single thing underneath, âwell right, all I want is you, for breakfast,âÂ
Your cheeks burn, thighs pressed together, his words sending a rush of heat down to your still aching cunt, âSuguââ but his lips find yours again, his fingers busy with teasing your nipples â rolling both between his pointer finger and thumb, âfuck, babyââÂ
âGotta enjoy my meal baby,â his lips burn a trail of kisses down your body, his lips curling around your tit, his teeth grazing and teasing one and then the other, drawing a whimper from your lips, as he pulls his mouth away with a pop, âitâs the most important meal, and I have to start my birthday right, donât I?âÂ
And his hands drag down your sides, large calloused fingers squeezing your hips, as he lifts your legs to hook around his shoulders, his dark gaze devouring the sight of your pretty cunt glistening with your slick, before his mouth and tongue would.Â
His lips warm your outer lips, as his fingers tease your puffy little clit, pinching it, âStill swollen from last night,â his lips curl as you yelp in surprise, with a glare shot his way, that rolls into the back of your head as he buries his face in your sweet pussy. His nose grinds against your clit deliciously, as his tongue collects the pre already drenching you, humming at the taste â how was it that you were truly his favorite thing he tasted? You werenât exactly sweet down there, but you were the only dessert he wanted (heâd leave the actual sugar to Satoru), âseems like you wanted this too by the way youâre leaking down here, my shirt and sheet is even wet,â he teases, making you cover your face in embarrassment, âdonât worry, sweetheart,â he smiles up at you with his slick covered lips and dripping chin, âIâll clean you up.âÂ
âYou donât have to do this for me,â Suguru says, but you only shake your head, meeting his gaze in the mirror, with a roll of your eyes.Â
âI want to do this for you,â as your fingers continue to comb his dark locks, finger twirling one strand between his fingers, âplus this is more for me than you, you never let me play with your hair at Jujutsu Tech,â you pouted, and he snorts.Â
âFirst, you said âplay,â not do, and second, do you forget the first and only time I let you, Shoko, and Satoru do my hair?â and you stifle a laugh, badly disguised as a cough, as you lips part to answer, âdonât lie, I know you guys use it as your group chat photo,âÂ
âI only wanted to put clips and a scrunchie in your hair â dying your hair was all Satoruââ and his sharp look cuts you off, as you relent, before running your fingers through his hair, and easing another knot from his locks, âwell isnât this nice though?â and he nods, after your lips graze the edge of his hairline, âweâre almost done and you can tie your hair up after,â you hum.Â
âDo you like my long hair?â and he meets your curious gaze in your reflection, âI mean, i decided to grow it out after we graduated, but I was wondering if you ever thought I should cut it,âÂ
You purse your lips, scrutinizing him in contemplation, âI love your hair either way, but you were always so meticulous about cutting it the same length, so why did you decide to grow it out?â His eyes fall to his lap, and he swallows, âyou donât have toââ you say softly, and his fingers find yours, squeezing.Â
âI want to,â he echoes, as he bites his lip, âI heard when I was a kid that hair holds memories, and ever since Amanai and HaibaraâŚI donât want to ever forget them,â and he toys with a strand between his fingers, âAnd by keeping my hair longer, it feels like I can hold onto that, onto them,â he says softly, and you nod, âI know itâs not logicalââ
âNot everything has to be logical, not everything has to have a reason,â you murmur, pressing your lips to his cheek, wrapping your arms around his neck, âsometimes things can just be a thing you do â but either way, if you cut your hair or keep it long, I donât think youâll ever forget those two, and neither would they â ever,â and he turns to meet your lips in a slow kiss, your fingers ghosting his cheek, before you finally part, âcome on, get dressed, weâre going to be late.âÂ
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âYou told me he liked strawberry sponge and cream cake,â you punched Satoru in the shoulder, who takes it if only to appease you, with a pout, âyou said thatâs what he wanted this year, you blue eyed freak,âÂ
âIt is! How was I supposed to know heâd lie to me?âÂ
âYou know him for how many years and you canât tell it was a lie?âÂ
âYouâre his partner, you donât know what cake he likesââÂ
Suguru rubs his forehead, as you and Satoru continue to bicker, as he pulls a lighter out, and offers to light Shokoâs cigarette, as she leans on the windowsill of one of the open windows, âThose two never grow up do they?â and Suguru snorted, leaning against the wall next to her, facing the spectacle you and Satoru were making, âwhy did you say strawberry cake?âÂ
âBecause itâs both of their favorites,â his eyes slide to those two as Satoru used his infinity only to infuriate you, âI always had thought those two would have made a better match,âÂ
He feels Shokoâs eyes slide to him, âShe loves you, not Satoru,â and his eyes find yours, just as they always did, and you smile the one smile he always hoped would be reserved for only him.Â
âI know.âÂ
âDid we have to stay that long?â Suguru sighs, pulling off his jacket, âwho slipped alcohol into Satoruâs plastic cup anyway?â and your pause gives it away, as he glances at you, pulling off your shoes, âsweetheart, you know he canât handle his alcohol,âÂ
âWell someone shouldâve handled their job right then,â and he laughs, as he walks over to wrap his arms around you, as you grumble, âyou ask Mr. Six Eyes to do something â and he canât even see through a lie, so are we really buying that he actually has themââÂ
And his lips find yours again, his hands sliding down to your hips to pull you closer, âI believe you owe me a present still,â he kisses down your neck, and he feels you melt into his touch, your fingers splaying on his shoulders, âand I know exactly what I want,âÂ
âWell, I may have gotten you something a little different,â your lips curl.Â
âA massage?â he raises an eyebrow, as you strip him down to his boxers on the bed, a few towels underneath him as you warmed the massage oil with your hands. He heard the squish and squelch of your fingers, and he felt his dick twitch, the noise sounding like something else.Â
âYou donât relax enough, this way, I can help you relax a little,â you hum, as you stand beside him, âcan I start?â and he bites his lip, but nods.Â
âGo ahead, princess,â and you do â Suguru didnât realize how many knots he had in his back, the muscles stiff and immovable at first, until you begin to work away at the bundles of stress he had accumulated. A moan slips from his lips as he feels the stress ebb away, a blush burning up his cheeks, âSorry,âÂ
âNo complaints here, baby,â you giggle. God, he was so fucking hot like this. His muscles were glistening with the oil, each muscle becoming more relaxed under your touch, the little grunts and groans that left his lips left another knot, but this one was in your cunt.
Suguru couldnât help let these moans escape his lips, you were making him feel so good, but he wasnât sure he would be able to move after this, his body far too limp. Or so he thought. Your hands were traveling lower and lower, until they brushed against the waistband of his boxers, and he shivers, âSweetheart,âÂ
âWhat? You carry stress here too, and as your masseuse, I have to do a good job right?â you hum, âas long as my client permits me,âÂ
And he bites his lip, âIâll permit anything from you, baby,âÂ
You donât need any more words, as your fingers pull at the boxers, tugging the fabric down to reveal his ass, your fingers first ghosting over the flesh teasingly, before beginning to massage it.Â
Fuck, now he was fully hard, his dick rubbing against the mattress â thank god you put down towels â as you worked out the knots in his gluteus muscle, but he didnât know if you were helping him relax or not, because he never had felt more stiff. And it doesnât escape your notice.Â
You hum, âMaybe we need a different method,â your finger traces up and down your spine, âwould my client mind turning over for me?âÂ
âPrincessââÂ
âJust one more thing to help you relax,â and he relents, turning over, to reveal the tent in his boxers, still drawn over his front, and your eyes fall to his cock, âand I see where all the stress has gone,â you tsk, as you climb onto the bed, straddling his waist, drawing a gasp from his lips, âpoor baby, all worked up still?â Your fingers traces his clothed head, a large wet patch that assuredly wasnât massage oil, âI think I can relax you.âÂ
Heâs biting his lip as he watches you tug down his boxers, fabric dragging against his erection as you do, slapping against his stomach, âSweetheartââÂ
âJust let me do this for you, baby,â you murmur as you clean your hands with a rag and instead smear the beads of precum along his length, drawing a groan from his lips, âso sensitive for me, Sugu, been wanting me since morning havenât you?â You hum, as you begin to work his cock with your hand, lips leaning down to press a kiss to his weeping tip, âitâs only fair if I get to taste you too â after all, I may have been your breakfast, but youâre my dessert,âÂ
And your lips wrap around his length, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, and tasting his salty precum. He groans, the noise burning a trail to your cunt, âsâgood for me,â you murmured against him, as you took as much of him as you could, taking the rest in your hands.
His fingers weave into your hair, hips lightly bucking into your mouth, the tip of his cock brushing against your throat, and you manage to suppress your gag reflex, âshit, sorryââ but you cut off his apology by licking a thick stripe up one of his veins, before hollowing out your cheeks and sucking, âfuck, Princess, Iâm closeâIââ and your fingers toy with his balls and your mouth redoubles his efforts, until heâs cumming down your throat with your name on his lips, his thick load painting your mouth and throat, as you swallow it eagerly.Â
He flutter open, only to watch you pull your swollen lips from his length, strings of spit and cum still connecting you to his cock, before you wipe it away, âdonât worry baby,â you lean down to lick the beads of cum dripping from his tip, his hips jerking, âIâll clean you up,âÂ
And after you get him all cleaned up, the two of you are in bed again, tucked up next to each other â Suguru was completely boneless, as you climb into bed beside him, âyou okay baby?âÂ
He nods, smile on his lips, âMore than okay after that,â he murmurs, lips finding yours, and then he pulls away with a pause, âbut I didnât get you off, baby,â and his forehead furrows as you chuckle.Â
âWorry about that tomorrow, baby. I think you need some sleep now,â you crawl into his arms, your head pressed against his chest, you were so warm pressed against him, âgot all I need right here,â you murmur, before you ask, âdid you have a good birthday?âÂ
âI always do,â his fingers graze your cheek, as his eyes flutter shut, âalways when Iâm with you, Princess,âÂ
The first thing he feels, again, are soft fingers against his cheek, his eyes heavy with sleep, flutter open, as his brain catches with his body.Â
âMaster Geto? Master Geto?â His eyes finally flutter open to find Nanako and Mimiko at his bedside.Â
He rubs at his eyes, as he stares at a ceiling for a moment, as he lets the haunting feel of your body slip from him â for a moment, he had let himself believe it was real â that you were with him, that he was still with you â all of you.Â
âHappy Birthday, Master Geto,â they both intone together, and his gaze slides back to find the girlsâ holding a birthday cake box. He blinks a moment, before he realizes.Â
âThank you both,â he sigh, sitting up, and even though he knows, he asks the question anyway, âit was left at the doorstep of the compound?âÂ
âYes, the same one, the one thatâs always left for you,â Mimiko answers as Nanako hands him the box, and he slips off the twine and opens the box to reveal a strawberry and cream sponge cake, âI didnât know Master Geto even liked strawberry cake,âÂ
And he chuckles, as he stares at the cske, the residuals unbidden and clear as day who had left it â who had always left it, âI donât but it was the favorite of two people very important to me before â you know I donât care for sweets,âÂ
âI thought you didnât care for sweets made by monkeys,â Nanako said, typing on her phone, before she snaps a picture or two of the cake, âwhy is this an exception?âÂ
âBecause one of those special people baked it, and sheâs a sorcerer,â and you always had â every year without fail. He didnât even know how you had found him â he didnât tend to stay in one place for too long, but you always did.Â
As he lifts the cske out and hands it to the girls, âgo slice it up and have a piece,â he smiles, âIâll take care of the box,â and they nod, as Mimiko takes the cake while Nanako walks out staring at her phone still.Â
It wasnât the cake that he found special, but the card that was hidden at the bottom. It was nothing special â always a random card picked out with a birthday message printed on the outside â but no, what was special was the note you wrote.Â
My favorite treat for my favorite birthday boy â I hope you have a good birthday â with your name signed below.Â
His fingers twirled a strand of his hair, still far too long, as he traced your name with his finger. He hadnât had a really good birthday â not without you.Â
But, he opened the drawer of his bedside table, placing the card inside with the others, at least he could dream of one.Â
⧠a/n: i've been hopping between my sukuna fic and prof geto 3, but i was bouncing back and forth between whether i wanted to write this or not, but i just had to for suguru - man has claimed a sweet spot. thank you to the anon who's idea i put on a spin on and @biancaness, who provided the massage idea :). this is also for @gaylatteart because their birthday is tomorrow, the day after suguru's. thank you bb for being so wonderful and congrats on doing the thing - i'm super proud of you!!
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⊠ËË . WARM ME UP ; â cock-warming various blue lock boys.
FEATURING: nagi seishiro, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, bachira meguru + mikage reo.
warnings: f!reader, cockwarming, all characters written 22+, a little teasing in some, slight somno in bachiâs [hes inside of u before ur asleep], slight body worship (?) in reoâs, sensitive boys mostly. note: my mind spiralled w nagiâs first so thatâs why his is longer but i decided 2 make it into hcs.
⊠ËË . NAGI SEISHIRO
âfuckâah, yâre gânna make me die, quit feeling sooo good âts no fair.â nagi murmurs from where heâs got you spread across his lap, resting on the edge of his bed with his cock buried in your sweet walls as he tries to beat his own high score on his game.
youâd gotten a little bored watching him, a little needy as you pressed yourself up against him and admired the way heâd bite on his lower lip as he concentrated, skilful fingers tapping at the buttons on his controller as small, low grunts of frustration fell from his parted lips.
but nagi had welcomed you so easily when youâd made your way into his lap, lifting up his arms to allow you to slide right in before he sent you a lidded, questioning look when he felt you pull at the waistband of his sweats. âhuh? âm in a game right now, angel.â
âitâll help you concentrate, sei.. promise.â
itâs doing anything but though, the snowy-haired striker underneath you realises with another needy, warm twitch of your walls around him. even just the press of your chest against his is driving him crazy, feeling you press kisses along his jawline when he whines from missing another shot â he can barely concentrate on anything but you.
âno fair.. you made me miss another headshot, pretty thing.â nagi grumbles as he presses his forehead against your shoulder, sighing while a tight, cute pout rests on his lips. but itâs almost like an apology, the sinful press of your hips against his as you push closer â just enough to knock the air out of him when you press his cock even deeper into you.
âhey, c-come on! angel, yâre playing dirty, wanna up my online ranking.â thereâs an unsteady waver to his words thatâs followed by the instinctive twitch of his hips into yours, like heâs chasing more of the friction you're teasing him with as he sighs.
âthink of it as a boss fight, sei.. donât wanna make it too easy.â your words are whispery and pretty as you pull back to trace your fingertip across the shape of nagiâs jawline â drawing his full attention as his head twists to look at you. hes starry eyed and dazed, flushed from his cheeks to his neck and youâre pretty sure the eye contact alone makes his cock twitch from where itâs pressed into you.
âeh, âts no fair when you know all my weaknesses, pretty thing. gotta try somethinâ else, i guess.â itâs drawled, filthy the low tone his voice takes before heâs drawing closer to kiss you, whimpering against your lips before heâs forgetting the controller in favour of grabbing you instead.
the quick movements are followed by your back meeting the mattress as he presses you into the sheets with every deep, messy press of his lips. âsei! your game.â you gasp when your words urge his first real thrust into you, so deep and good that your toes curl from where theyâre wrapped around his hips.
âeh, itâs fine.. âll beat it later, f-fuckâwanna win this side quest first.â
⊠ËË . ITOSHI SAE
sae was tired from practice today, but you were feeling particularly needy and as much as his muscles ached â he still couldnât help but use this opportunity to his advantage, especially when you were already palming at him just as he returned home.
âiâve been at practice all day, know iâm tired. is this how you welcome me home?â he drawls from where heâs got you spread out against him â your back is resting against his chest as your head rolls back against his shoulder, thighs hooked over his own as his fingers circle your clit â unmoving even though his cock is already buried deep inside of you.
thereâs a certain sharpness to saeâs tone that makes you twitch, shaking your head against him as your nails scratch along his forearm. youâre so desperate for him, for him to move and fuck you â it wouldnât take much, not when heâs touching you just right, but itâs not enough â he knows that.
âjust need you, sae. i, ahâmissed you today..â your hips twitch above him, an obvious little plea as his cock brushes along the spongy spot inside of you but heâs too fast, sighing before his free hand is pressing your hips back tight against his.
"how much?" sae grunts with the sweet, frustrated whine that pushes past your lips as he grinds up into you - offering you an inch before he takes it from you completely, pressing a kiss against your shoulder after like hes trying to soothe you. "how much did you miss me, hm?"
the way he presses into your clit is deliberate, baring down harder on the puffy bud until youâre thighs are shaking and twitching, begging for him to hurry up and move. your lips part, head lolling back against his shoulder before heâs pressing another smeared kiss against your cheek, and sending you a sharp looks thatâs urging you to hurry up and answer.
âso much, missed you so much! been waiting for you, sae.. wanted you here.â your voice breaks under the weight of your arousal but you swear you feel saeâs cock twitch at the sound. itâs followed by a low hum, like heâs considering your answer before his hand on your hip eases â finally letting you move with another slow roll of his own that presses his cock against the swollen, sweet spots inside of you.
âthen take what you need, sweetheart. donât keep me waiting.â
⊠ËË . ITOSHI RIN
it was impossible to move rin from his place on the couch when heâs examining team plays, his own most importantly â teeth gritting with concentration despite the way youâre pressed into his chest, palming at his body as his cock rests inside of your slick cunt.
but as good as it feels, finally having him buried in you like you asked, youâd rather he was moving â turning you to putty above him and fucking every single thought out of your mind that wasnât him. so you decide to test the boundaries a little, shifting your hips deliberately until you feel his large palms squeeze at your hips and your boyfriend hiss from between his teeth.
âquitâ fuck, quit it.â you almost shiver at the low, sharp tone rinâs voice takes but you can tell thereâs no real irritation behind it when you notice the unsteady rise and fall of his chest. heâs just as wound up as you are, his brows crumbling as he tries to focus on the tv infront of him â nibbling on his lower lip to distract him from the warm squeeze of your walls.
âyou said you wouldnât move..â he grits, still refusing to meet your gaze despite the way every squeeze of your hands across his body makes his breathing hitch. youâve got him so fucking wound up, heâs so lukewarm â so sensitive, he canât even control himself for 10 fucking minutes.
âbut i need you, rin. not my fault you feel so good.â rin can feel the back of his neck stinging with a flush when you smear a kiss along his jawline, making his fingers squeeze even tighter into your hips before heâs growling under his breath. but the way you purr when he readjusts himself beneath you, melting into him with a tiny, slight grind of his cock into you makes him feel fucking dizzy.
itâs fast, the way heâs suddenly readjusting his feet and beginning a pace thatâs too quick, and if it wasnât for his grip on you â youâd have bounced off of his lap completely. every wet smack of his hips is loud and clapping and driven by the pure determination to feel you creaming around him as he sends the game on the tv a lidded glare.
âcanât even control yourselfâuggh, shitâyouâve got until the first half finishes to cum or âm stopping.. and you betterâtake all of it.â
⊠ËË . BACHIRA MEGURU
it had become sort of a routine at this point, bachira would come home from practice â wound up and so fucking hard before he was fucking you senseless, followed by him falling asleep pressed up against you while his cock still rested inside of your cunt.
youâd be lying if you said it wasnât comfortable though and he knew exactly how to get you to accept, bathing you in wet presses of his lips and low chuckles. âjusâ wanna feel you round me, baby. mâkay? sleep sooo good like that, so warm.â you couldnât deny him, not when youâre still coming down from the orgasm heâs dug out of you.
but now, you feel yourself wake up from your own nap â roused by the sudden movement behind you as you feel bachiraâs chest press tighter against your back â followed by the sudden, deep press of his cock along the still swollen spots inside of you. âbaby~ already so wet, shouldâa just woke me up if you wanted it, gotta take care of you.. mâkay?â
youâre not sure if itâs the sleep that still laces your body but you already feel like putty at his touch, heâs deliberately grazing his cock along the spots that crave him most â sending intoxicating little aftershocks through your body that have you gasping with every quick thrust.
bachira chuckles when your lips part to moan, followed by another loud, wet smack of his hips as his head rests against the back of your shoulder. âalready so wet, baby. mhm.. you been dreaming âbout me? feels like you have~â he sings, whimpers when he feels you squeeze around him at the words but that only pushes him to go faster, deeper.
itâs hard to believe he was sleeping a moment ago with how well heâs working your body, palming and grabbing at your figure as moans fall from his lips â burying them into your skin as he smears kisses along your shoulders. every deep press of his cock is eased by the remnants of both your previous orgasms, squelching loudly as he pushes himself even deeper.
âawww~ i knew you wanted it, baby. mhmâ ah! just gotta ask, can make you feel so good~ lemme take care of you, mâkay?â
⊠ËË . MIKAGE REO
reo was obsessed with you, that much was obvious â although heâd spend his whole day proving it to you if he had to. every touch of his hands on your skin made you melt into him, he worked you with such precision but such a gentleness that you couldnât help but seek out more.
but these moments specifically were some of your favourites, the ones when heâs pulled you onto his lap â onto his cock as his fingers leave featherlight touches along your skin as he looks up at you. it was intoxicating, to watch him appreciate every part of you, taking a slow, languid palmful of your breast as he loses himself in the mindless squeeze of your walls around him.
âdoes that feel good, bunny? yeah?â reo asks as his breathing cools the spit heâs left across your tits, giving you a lidded â dazed look until youâre nodding out a yes and heâs messily dragging his tongue along your nipple. you feel dizzy with how good it feels, every squeeze of his palm as he suckles at your nipples languidly, massaging and pinching at you as you try your best to keep your hips still.
but every lav of his tongue, every slow and mindless roll of it over your aching tits makes him twitch from where heâs buried in you but heâs too intoxicated, too enamoured by the way your walls squeeze with every swipe of his muscle against you.
âfuck, bunny. look so pretty, keep still for me. kay?â it almost hurts how tight your fingers are digging into reoâs shoulders with your sweet little uh huh, followed by another dreamy whimper as he suckles kisses from one breast to the next. his cheeks and chin are slick with his own spit from every sloppy press of his lips against you, and it feels so fucking good despite the way his cock still hasnât moved inside of you.
a shaky sound breaks from his lips when you let your head roll back, your hands smoothing through his hair before the pull at the roots and he feels like he could fucking cum right there and then. you feel fucking boneless above him, melting with every greedy palm and press of his lips and hands.
âthatâs it, bunny. wanna see how much you need me first.â
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Mini-me {Love and Deepspace boys}
I can't stop imagining the LADS boys with kids. Mainly because of the "Plushies I gave her; plushies she gave me" trend. I CAN'T, I CANNOT, I DO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO CAN XD
Enjoy!
-Seven
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Rafayel â¡ ââââââ ¡ ¡
Rafayel is as much of a child as he is a man
I think that Rafayel would have a son.
Right now, the two of you arenât planning for another child, but Rafayel wouldnât say no XD
Rafayel would be super fun and silly with your son
He would be overly dramatic when your son presents a new drawing of craft to him
âHere, papa,â Your son presents a painting of the ocean to Rafayel, âI tried the oil paints this time.â
With a hand at his chest, Rafayel does a big gasp, âWhat a masterpiece!â
Your son giggles
âI should present this at my next art exhibit!â
Please, as much as he exaggerates his reactions, he would have those painting and trinkets buried with him - thatâs how much he loves your son
I imagine that one day as youâre cooking, theyâre in the living room and Rafayel has your sonâs hand enveloped in his own, guiding him as he paints.
It reminds you of that time in his studio in Greensprings after you promised to see the lanterns together
âWhat should we add next, kiddo?â
âHmmm.â Your son taps the paintbrush on his chin, âWhat about some birds?â
âHeh, like the ones that stole your chips the other day?â
âIt wasnât the birds! It was you, papa!â he jabs the paintbrush at Rafayelâs chest
Rafayel lifts his hands up in surrender, âWhat do you mean? Iâm innocent.â He chuckles as your son pouts at him
More often than not, the two of them are covered in paint, or whatever art supply they used. It ends up to be a whole load of washing for you >:(
Your son definitely loves the ocean just as much as his father.
When you were pregnant with him, he would kick in your belly whenever you were swimming or submerged in water.
As a toddler, he would kick his legs and squeal every time the waves washed over him
Rafayel would have his hands under your sonâs arms, stabilising him so that the waves wouldnât push him over
Now at six years old, heâs diving under, collecting shells and chasing fish,âMomma, look at this shell.â He lifts his small palm carrying a pink shell, his pearly whites beaming up at you as he smiled, âYou can have it, momma, orrrrr, maybe I can make it into a paint with papa later.â
Itâs late afternoon and your son is knocked out on the couch from spending the entire morning at the beach.
You and Rafayel get started on dinner
Rafayel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. âThank you.â He presses a kiss to your shoulder.
âHuh?â You pinch your brows and chuckle a little as he nuzzles your neck, âWhat for?â
He takes a deep breath, âI donât know, just⌠For our son, for being my wife, Iâm just happy, I guess.â
You chuckle lightly, âIâm happy too.â You turn around and pinch his cheek, âA little jealous that he takes after you so much, but happy.â you offer a bright smile.
Before Rafayel can lean in, his arms are jerked away from your waist
Your son is pulling at Rafayelâs arms, âNo, papa! Momma is mine!â Heâs leaning all the way back, using his entire weight as leverage to pry Rafayelâs body from yours, âGo away, papa!â
Rafayel scoffs, âYours?â He raises an eyebrow, âTsk.â He clicks his tongue and hauls your son over his shoulder, Your momma was mine first, you jellyfish!â
Rafayel's fingers jab at your son's sides, and the sound of your sonâs laughter fills the kitchen âHahaha, paâhaha-papa! Stop!â Heâs got tears in his eyes but the biggest smile on his face.
âNope!â Rafayel pops the âpâ and continues to tickle him, âI gotta show you whoâs the big fish in this tank, pipsqueak.â
You shake your head and put an hand at your hip, the other one pointing the spatula at them, âAlright, enough, or both of you arenât getting dinner.â
Sylus â¡ ââââââ ¡ ¡
Sylus has a daughter, a son, and another on the way!
Heâd spoil them ROTTENNNNNN. I mean, he buys you dresses, gives you his black card to spend as much as you want, what more would he do for your children? Or rather, what wouldnât he do for them?
He would definitely be the type to let your children learn how to do things on their own, even if they are clearly struggling. He lives by the âtheyâll never learn if they donât do it themselves.â idea - he literally says "I prefer the cold and things that make me strong."
Although, he would yield after a little while when theyâre clearly upset and wailing, but more often than not, with some gentle encouragement, heâd get them to figure out how to do it themselves - climbing thing, opening boxed, pulling out chairs, etc.
It gets a little troublesome since they become explorative - he often has to use his Evol to reign them back in. Although, the children squeal in delight when theyâre lifted into the air and land in their fatherâs arms.
Mephisto is surprisingly gentle with your little ones, keeping his claws and beak out of range because it could hurt them, but also because they wouldnât hesitate to grab it XD
Luke and Kieran are often on babysitting duty so that you and Sylus can go out - Honestly, this is why you have another baby on the way. ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°)
Sylus would totally hum to your belly, always off-tune, but he definitely would.
ANYWAY
Today, youâre out on an errand and your baby boy is absolutely crying to bits so Sylus and your daughter are trying their best to calm him down
Sylus has your daughter on his shoulders as he changes your sonâs diaper. Your daughter has her hands in his hair as she makes silly faces down at her brother to try and distract him from crying.
By the time you come home, itâs quite late and you find that they are all sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor, toys scattered about and a kids show playing in the background.
Your son is splayed out on Sylus chest while your daughter is on her stomach, across Sylusâ stomach XD
You chuckle a lightly at their positioning
The lack of sleep must have finally caught up to Sylus, huh? You think
As you come closer you realise that your son is awake - heâs cooing with a fist in his mouth, drooling all over Sylusâ shoulder.
With a little difficulty, you kneel down onto the floor to slip your son out from Sylusâ arms. Slow and steady⌠The last few times youâve tried, Sylusâ eyes would snap open, on high alert -because who would dare try to take his precious angels.
Anyways, you decided that Sylus probably needs the sleep, especially since youâre pregnant again, heâs been so on edge
You cradle your son in one arm, and with the other, you run your hand through Sylusâ hair - which he subconsciously leans into.
Then, you lean down to place a light kiss on your daughterâs cheek, although leaning down has become a challenge in itself with your growing belly.
With the support of a nearby armchair, you stand yourself up.
You make your way over to the cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the room, cradling your son to your chest to feed him.
Just as he finishes, your daughterâs slowly sits up from where she was laying. She rubs at her eyes and blinks sleepily - a vibrant red, like her fatherâs, peeking through.
She looks around the room and gasps in delight when her eyes land on you, âMama!â
She takes a few steps to you and then stops midway to look back at her father. She hurriedly grabs the throw blanket from the armchair and throws it across her father, uncaring of whether it covered him properly or not.
âHi, mama.â She greets you as she climbs to sit in your lap
âHi, sweetie.â You gently caress her face, âHow was your day?â
âMmmâŚâ She quirks her lips, âWell, little bubba was crying a lot, like, a lot, a lot.â
You chuckle as she spreads her arms all the way apart.
âBut I missed you." She nuzzles into your shoulder, "Daddy did too, he kept looking at the clock.â
Hehe, ever the observant girl your daughter was.
âAww, I missed you, and daddy, and bubba as well.â You press little pecks to her face and nuzzle your nose with hers to which she giggles. Like tinkling bells in the wind.
Zayne â¡ ââââââ ¡ ¡
I feel like Zayne would have a son and a daughter. Your son would be quite a few years older than her though
Some days, Zayne would take them to work, subtly showing them off to his colleagues
Greyson never misses the opportunity to pinch their cheeks and ruffle their hair, âThey both look like a mini Dr. Zayne."
Zayne may have all those awards and trophies lining his office walls, but his pride and joy will always be his children
He may not outwardly express it, but he absolutely cherishes them - reading them bedtime stories, tucking them in with the lightest kiss upon their foreheads
I imagine your son would be very studious, having read most of the books occupying the shelves of Zayneâs office. He would be quite curious, exploring the hospital and asking the doctors all sorts of questions that they themselves do not even have the answers to.
He would be your little gentleman, learning from his father, pulling out chairs and opening doors.
Your daughter would probably be a little shy, always having a fist clenched on her daddyâs clothes or holding onto his hands, or rather his fingers.
Her big brother wouldnât hesitate to get her whatever she wanted or take her wherever she wishes - your familyâs little princess
As much of a workaholic Zayne is, and as much as he wants to provide for you and your little family, he would have no problems lessening his hours to spend time with you and the children
It doesnât matter how tired he is from a long day of endless surgeries, he would just as eagerly play with them in the living room
âHere, Dad, have a turn.â
âWhat is it?â Zayne removes his coat and drapes it over the couchâs armrest.
âUncle Greyson bought it for us.â Your son leads Zayne over to the living room table.
âUncle Greyson, huh?â
Your son brushes over the comment and continues to explain the little toy, âYou have to take these plastic organs and bacteria out without touching the edges or else it beeps and his nose flashes a red light.â
Ever the steady-handed surgeon, Zayne takes them all out without a problem.
âDaddy,â your daughter clutches at the fabric of Zayneâs dress shirt. âI want to try.â
Zayne beckons her over to stand in front of him where he can support her little hands holding the plastic forceps
On the off chance that you are not with them, Zayne would get them sweet treats on the way home
âItâll be our little secret.â Zayne whispers, with a finger pressed to his lips
your son and daughter giggle in their seats and happily gobble up spoonfuls of the dessert
It isnât long before they all start having toothaches and receive a scolding from you
On family vacations, you all end up in a cabin up in the mountains of Snowcrest (at the request of your sweet little angels)
Zayne is more than happy to teach them how to snowboard,
Much to your surprise, as your daughter grew older, you found that she was quite proficient in snowboarding
But there used to be times where Zayne made them little tiaras and crowns of ice and built little ice castle with them using his Evol
Xavier â¡ ââââââ ¡ ¡
Sleeps as much as your newborn son, if not more, and your eldest son has inherited his fatherâs incredible appetite.
When youâre not at home, Xavier nearly burns the house down trying to make food for them, so once your son was old enough, he opted to learn how to cook - having his father as an assistant because, you know⌠they need supervision or something XD
Xavier would definitely read them bed time stories
His voice is so soft and mellow, they would fall asleep so quickly
Not much of a surprise considering that Xavier falls asleep at the drop of a hat
But on days when they have nightmares, Xavier would use his Evol to create little bunnies and flowers that float around in their bedroom
and when sleep finally overtook them, he would tuck their blankets around them and whisper,
âSweet dreams, my little starlight.â
Most days, in your lounge, your younger son would be crawling all over Xavier as he laid on the floor.
âArghh, the monsterâs got me.â he would jokingly say.
Your older son would then come in with a cardboard sword, gently tapping his little brother on the back to slay the monster
Xavier cradles the young one in his arms, âAnd the hero has saved the day once again!â He lifts the infant up into the air and receives a toothless smile.
âJust like you and mommy!â Your son beams down at Xavier, sword and shield still poised, âYou keep us safe from all the wanderers, right? I wanna be just like you and mommy.â
Xavier just smiles - the kind that crinkles the corners of his eyes, âWell, we better start training, huh?â Xavier ruffles your sonâs hair.
Although he may not be as well-off as Sylus, he definitely would do his best to spoil them, bringing them to amusement parks, buying them little star lamps for their bedrooms, taking them to the arcade and playing kitty cards with them.
One time, you all went on a holiday to this guest house in the forest. When you asked him how he knew about this place he replied with:
âI befriended the uncle that runs this guesthouse while I went fishing that one time.â
Xavier would take them hiking, showing your sons the most scenic views in the forest
when night time came, all four of you were laying down on a blanket, gazing at the stars
Today, heâs taken you to a cherry blossom park. Heâs got your eldest son on his shoulders, and your little one in a baby carrier at his front.
Your eldest son is reaching up trying to grasp at the pink petals some of which fall onto your youngestâs head.
Xavier quickly lets go of your hand, which he was holding, to brush them out of your babyâs face. (heâs using the other one to stabilise your sonâs leg over his shoulder)
Just as quickly, he grasps your hand once more.
You squeeze his hand lightly, âLet me take the carrier from you, Xavier.â
âNo, itâs okay.â He quickly refuses, âI want to carry them both. It wonât be long before theyâll be too big to do so.â
AHHHHAAA, I'm finally finished with exams, so I'll be able to write more often. Yahooooo ~(ËâžË~)
But brooooo, the Lads with KIDSSSSS I CAN DIE HAPPY
-Seven
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I don't know why, but I'm enjoying the thought of Coco and Jaune being bros.
99% Lesbian
Blake: Coco!
Yang: Hey, Coco!
Coco: Yes?
Blake: We need your help
Coco: My help? Well, first off: Stop wearing all black. Add more colour to you apparel; I recommend purples, golds, and perhaps some deep blues. I think those colours would really make you 'pop!' Otherwise you look like a poorly dressed goth girl hipster. And no, you do not look like a goth girl the way you are dressed, and most certainly a sexy goth girl.
Blake: That's not 1hat...
Yang: No. No, take notes you could use a make over.
Blake: Hey!
Yang: But, no this isn't fashion related!
Coco: It isn't? Then what the hell do you two want help with me, you utter fashion slobs!
Blake: Hey!
Yang: I know it's true that, Blake dresses like a slob!
Blake: Hey?!
Yang: But, does that include me too?
Coco: Only two people in this entire school have any sense of woman's fashion, and neither of them are you.
Yang: Who?!
Blake: Yeah, who?!
Coco: Jaune Arc.
Blake: Jaune?
Yang: Him, really?
Coco: He has seven sisters, he knows plenty about woman's fashion.
Blake: So you say...
Yang: Who's the other person?
Coco: Glynda Goodwitch.
BY: ...
Blake: I'm not going to argue against that.
Yang: She's drop dead gorgeous, what else do we need to say?
Coco: So, what do you need help with?
Yang: We need to help settle a bet.
Coco: A bet?
Yang: Yeah, Ruby said you weren't gay, and that you were in fact, bisexual. We called bullshit, she said it was true, so we made a bet on whether or, not you are actually gay.
Blake: So, are you bisexual?
Coco: No I'm not bisexual.
Blake: Ha!
Yang: I knew it!
Coco: But, I'm not... 100% a lesbian.
Blake: Eh?
Yang: Beg pardon?
Coco: I'm 99% lesbian, but I am 1%... straight...
Blake: You're 1% straight...?
Yang: So... you are bisexual?
Coco: No... I love woman 99% of the time. But, 1% of the time... I'm straight... exclusively for, Jaune...
BY: For, Jaune?!
Coco: For, Jaune.
Yang: How are you attracted to, Jaune? He's... he's...
Blake: He's, Jaune!
Yang: I was going to say a guy, but that's true.
Coco: Gods, does everyone have to pick on my, 'If I had to pick a dude?' He's a great guy, a bit of a goofball sure, and a dunce. But, he is a really nice guy once you get to know him.
Blake: And, because you know, Jaune so well he becomes the 1%?
Coco: Well, there's also the fact that he is the only person I can discuss fashion with; he has great taste, and has even convinced me to wear a helmet as part of my fashion assemble. I just started to enjoy being around with him. So the intrusive thought of us... 'mingling' just popped up. So, I'm 99% a lesbian, and 1% straight for, Jaune.
Blake: Oh, that makes sense. Somehow...?
Yang: So... did we win the bet?
Blake: We didn't bet anything, so we could call it a draw if we wanted to. Right?
Coco: I'd call it a dra...
Jaune: Coco!
Coco: Hey, Bunny Boy, what's up?
Blake: Bunny boy?
Jaune: I found another helmet you could wear! Only this time if completely covers your head, which of course would make it that it doesn't go with your current outfits design. But, that does mean you have to choreograph an entire wardrobe to fit the helmet. Of which, honestly sounds fun to do on it's on.
Coco: Oh-ho-ho~! Really now? Okay, show me this helmet you're so confident about?
Jaune: Tada~!
Coco: ...
Coco: Holy shit...
Jaune: You like it?
Coco: This is a old helmet, so I would have a more detailed lion head, and mane. The colours would definitely involve more gold, maroon, and crimsons.
Jaune: Red, and caramel browns, with complementary cream whites?
Coco: Oh that sounds perfect! Colours aside, what would this outfit entail?
Jaune: Boot's that are at least knee height...
Coco: High heels?
Jaune: Oh, but of course. Next should... Hmmm... Oh no...
Coco: What is it?
Jaune: Nora pulled a, Nora again. I'm sorry I gotta go. Shall we continued this discussion later?
Coco: No problem, Love. Have fun~!
Jaune: See you later, Mocha!
Coco: Hmmm... Should the face mask be a copy of my face, or should it be a generic face?
BY: ...
Coco: ...
Coco: What?
Yang: 'No problem, Love?'
Blake: You sure it's just 1%?
Coco: ...
Coco: Maybe... 10%...?
Yang: Coco's bisexual, but only for, Jaune.
Blake: Agreed.
Coco: ...
Coco: That's fair...
#rwby#jaune arc#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#glynda goodwitch#ruby rose#coco adel#coco x jaune#jaune x coco#rwby french roast
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Operational Log from the Government Institute for Ghost Supervision (G.I.G.S.):
AGENTS: âImpulseSVâ, âSkizzlemanâ, âGrianâ, âGoodTimesWithScarâ
SUPERVISOR: [Redacted]
[Impulse has submitted a request for â$2000â for reason âVanâ]
SUPERVISOR: Hi boys. Pleasure to be working with you. Can you give a better reason than âvanâ for why you need two fucking thousand American dollars?
IMPULSE: Oh, sorry sir. We just need to replace some things in the van.
GRIAN: By which he means everything in the van.
SUPERVISOR: You lost ALL YOUR EQUIPMENT?
IMPULSE: Youâre new, arenât you, sir. Have youâŚmet Scar?
SUPERVISOR: I have your personnel files. What does this have to do with Scar?
GRIAN: Oh, youâll find out.
IMPULSE: Our last supervisor just sort of, uh, approved things. Iâve got receipts.
SKIZZ: Weâre at the school, guys! Stop chatting and get in there!
IMPULSE: Gotta go!
[crackle]
GRIAN: Okay, so Scar, Impulse and Skizz are in the building. So far weâve got the power turned on but no clues. Thereâs a spooky sort of bonfire in the main hall. Got skulls on it.
SCAR: I lit the bonfire!
GRIAN: Breaking news, Scar has lit the bonfire.
SUPERVISOR: Why did you light the bonfire!? You could draw the attention of a ghost!
GRIAN: Yeah, Skizz, why did you let Scar set something on fire? Pretty irresponsible.
SKIZZ: [noise of incoherent outrage] You try stopping him, buddy.
GRIAN: Canât, Iâm in the van. [further noise of outrage from Skizz]. Impulse is reporting EMF Level 5âdidnât anyone set up cameras? What kind of team doesnât set up cameras? Weâve got a new supervisor to impress.
SUPERVISOR: Cameras should not be set up during a mission! You should have set them up in the daytime!
IMPULSE: We could use some cameras.
SKIZZ: GRIAN, YOU GET IN HERE, BUDDY.
GRIAN: Okay, okay, fine! Iâll get the cameras.
SUPERVISOR: Why are you risking the whole team in the building at the sameâ
[Scar has submitted request for â$5â for reason âglowsticksâ]
SUPERVISOR: Why on godâs green earth do you need glowsticks!?
SKIZZ: Scar, those donât do anything.
SCAR: They keeps you safe from ghosts!
SKIZZ: What, because theyâre too cool for raves?
SCAR: I want glowsticks or Iâm resigning.
SUPERVISOR: You canât resign in the middle of mission!
IMPULSE: Haunt! Everyone quiet!
SUPERVISOR: Wait, a real haunt? Thatâs highly dangerous! Get out!
[crackle]
IMPULSE: False alarm, that noise was Skizz and Scar frying hot dogs.
[Scar has submitted request for â$1â for reason âneeds saltâ]
SUPERVISOR: Not approved! Youâre not supposed to fry hotdogs on an eldritch bonfire!
SKIZZ: We were hungry!
GRIAN: Wait, you guys have hotdogs in there? Iâm coming in.
IMPULSE: Oh, waitâwaitâyep, thereâs the haunt.
[crackle]
GRIAN: Well, Scarâs dead.
SUPERVISOR: Oh god! What!
IMPULSE: I was wondering why they didnât get attacked. Just a slow ghost, I guess.
SUPERVISOR: An agent is dead and youâre joking!?
GRIAN: Oh, heâll be fine.
SKIZZ: I got some tarot cards here.
SUPERVISOR: Donât touch the cursed items! Find your colleagueâs body!
[crackle]
SCAR: I hate all of you. You left me to die.
SUPERVISOR: What? Just a goddamn minute. That was a joke? Agent Scar is alive?
IMPULSE: Scar, buddy, cheer up.
SCAR: Grian shut a door in my face!
SUPERVISOR: One agent impeded anotherâs investigation?
SCAR: Yeah! I was impuded!
GRIAN: What! How is this my fault! A ghost was coming at me and I shut a door!
SCAR: And killed me!
GRIAN: That sounds like a you problem.
SCAR: Sir, I want to file a complaint. About Grian.
SUPERVISOR: Well, put in a placeholder and weâllâ
[Scar has submitted file âgrain Complaintâ]
[Grian has submitted file âGrianâs Official Resignation Letterâ]
SUPERVISOR: Boys, this sounds like itâs gotten heated, letâs take it offline. Agent Scar, weâll look into this later. Agent Grian, put your resignation on hold.
IMPULSE: They do this a lot.
SKIZZ: Itâs affection. You love each other.
SCAR: I love Grian not murdering me.
GRIAN: I love Scar saving me some hot dogs. Oh wait, he didnât.
SKIZZ: Câmon, fellas, whereâs this ghost?
IMPULSE: We gotta use some of these cursed items.
GRIAN: I vote Scar looks in the haunted mirror. Anyone else want to volunteer? No? See, vote carried.
[Scar has submitted file âIm Resigningâ]
[Grian has submitted file âIâm Resigning HARDERâ]
[Scar has submitted file âNo your notâ]
[Last 3 requests have been denied]
SUPERVISOR: How on earth do you work with them?
[Grian has submitted file âTurbo Resignation Letterâ]
IMPULSE: Oh, me and Skizz have got a knack for it, sir. You just have to let them work it out. Or shut one of them up for the ghost to get.
[Last 1 request has been denied]
SUPERVISOR: Boys, this is sounding like a really dangerous situation and I think you should get out of there. Iâm calling a retreat.
SKIZZ: Gimme the mirror, Iâll try saying the ghostâs name.
SUPERVISOR: Did you hear me? Is this thing on? Saying the name is EXPLICITLY the one thing that is unsafe to do on missions!
GRIAN: Huh. Maybe we should have read the manual.
SKIZZ: Just let me do it, sir, we get results. Â
SUPERVISOR: Are you four always like this?
IMPULSE: Oh, no. Usually these missions go much worse.
SUPERVISOR: No! No, nobody is looking in any cursed mirrors! I have eighty successful mission supervisions under my beltâ
SCAR: Sounds uncomfortable.
SUPERVISOR: Our department has a clean record of no agent deathsâ
GRIAN: Oh damn, I knew I should have submitted our reports.
SUPERVISOR: And IâWhat reports?
IMPULSE: Donât tell him about the reports!
SUPERVISOR: Is this data right? You havenât sent in a report in⌠five YEARS?
GRIAN: One thing and another, you know.
SUPERVISOR: No! Enough! You are the WORST team I have ever worked with and every practice you have is UNSAFE and I bet one of you is looking in the cursed mirror RIGHT NOWâ
[crackle]
[crackle]
GRIAN: Scarâs dead again.
SUPERVISOR: [calming breath] Okay, you lot clearly have your jokes, like last time, but I need you to know thatâs not funny.
GRIAN: I can get a picture of how he ragdolled. His headâs on backwards. Itâs hilarious.
[Grian has submitted photo file lol.jpg]
SUPERVISOR: ⌠That ⌠that is a man who has been killed by a malevolent spirit! That spirit is deadly!
SKIZZ: Funny, the ones they send us on are always deadly.
IMPULSE: Get him back to the van.
SUPERVISOR: LEAVE IMMEDIATELY! I AM CALLING AN AMBULANCE!
IMPULSE: You donât need to do thatâ
GRIAN: Hey! Dots! I just saw dots!
SKIZZ: Yes! Mark off dots!
IMPULSE: Sweet, weâve got it! Itâs a White Lady! Letâs go, guys!
SUPERVISOR: Is anyone listening? Is anyone listening to me?
[crackle]
SUPERVISOR: Come in. Come in.
SUPERVISOR: I know youâre driving back. Answer your goddamn radio.
SCAR: Well, hello there.
SUPERVISOR: This is very serious. I have to report Agent Scarâs deathâAgent Scar? Is that you?
SCAR: The one, the only!
SUPERVISOR: You were dead!
SCAR: Oh, yeah, but then they brought me into the van and we left.
SUPERVISOR: Howâwhatâ
SCAR: I dunno, ask Impulse! Iâm usually dead by this point.
SUPERVISOR: Agent Impulse! How!
IMPULSE: Me and Skizz have been doing this a long time, sir. Guess weâve just got a knack.
SUPERVISOR: A knack forâa knack forâIâm going to get a drink.
SCAR: Toast our great success. Hey, hey, Grian, thatâs my hot dog. I died for that hot dog!
GRIAN: You werenât looking! Finderâs keepers!
IMPULSE: Careful of the wheel, guys, careful of the wheelâ
SUPERVISOR: Iâm never working with your team again!
SKIZZ: Yeah? I get ya, buddy. See you next week.
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Springsteen- J Seresin x Fem!Reader
Summary: Jake hasnât seen you since the two of you left for school, but as he stops into a hometown gas station, fourth of July weekend, he is met with a blast from the past.
Warnings: Fluff! Smut! Language and alcohol. Angst! 18+ content.
A/n: This was from the summer and I forgot about it haha, sorry yall. Anyway, enjoy this fourth of July Jake imagine.
The Texas sun was brighter than ever as Jake helped his brother, Sean, hang the extravagantly large flag from the top story balcony.
âWhyâs Mom always gotta be over the top.â Sean grunts, holding his side of the heavy flag up while trying to zip tie it to the balcony post.
Jake tugs the flag tight. âBecause itâs Mom, she wants to celebrate all her kids being home on âthe greatest day of the year besides Jesusâs birthday.â Her words, not mine.â
As the two finish up and head down stairs, they hear the hustle and bustle of their mother ordering Lindsey and Kylie, the younger Seresin sisters, around, making sure they are helping get things ready for the barbecue happening later on.
âAh, Jake.â DeAnn, the beaming mother comes over to her son. âHave I told you how happy I am that youâre here?â
Jake smiles. âAbout a dozen times, Mom.â
Lindsey scoffs. âIâm home too.â
Kylie looks at her little sister. âYeah, well we donât serve America so we donât matter.â She jokes, eating out of the large fruit bowl.
DeAnn turns to the girls. âOh you two stop, I see you a lot more than Jake.â Then her hand rests on her sonâs shoulder. âJake, go get some more ice, will you?â
The girls start to laugh, through a mouth full of watermelon, Kylie slurs. âGo on, errand boy. Your active service days arenât over after all.â
He shoots her a look. âYouâre making a mess, Mom, sheâs making your counters all sticky.â
Their mother turns with a gasp. âKylie May.â She calls, and while she forces the girl to clean up her mess, Jake leaves the kitchen.
Passing his father who sits in his recliner chair, he pauses. âIâm going to the store, need anything, old man?â
John shakes his head no, moving his attention back to the television.
Jake nods, trying not to chuckle at the lack of words the man expresses.
The old pick up rolls down the roads, Jakeâs arm hangs out the window, his head bopping to the rhythm of the country song on the radio.
Pine Station was a one stop shop for someone who didnât want to go all the way into the busy town just for a bag of ice.
The place hasnât changed, in fact it was in need of a paint job.
He pulls into the gas station, and his truck door clanks shut as he slams it closed. He hangs his Ray Ban glasses on his shirt collar, then steps into the air conditioning.
A face he does not know greets him from the register, he gives a friendly nod then makes his way to the freezers in the very back. The isles are free of any other customers, but they havenât been rearranged in years. Heâs trying to remember the last time he stepped inside when a Bruce Springsteen song comes on over the dusty radio in the corner. âDancing In The Darkâ was one of his favorites, he feels a grin grow on his lips.
Pulling one of the glass freezer doors open, he grabs a bag of ice, then makes his way down the âessentialsâ isle.
Heâs not really paying attention, truthfully his focus is on the nostalgic song. Thatâs why when he passes a woman, he doesnât register the fact that sheâs no stranger.
You head is hung as you look at different sun screens, looking at which one is for sensitive skin. Jake pauses about eight feet from you, his brows drawing together in confusion. Your bright eyes glance up once you notice the body standing there, but they are casted back down again quickly.
Jake physically rubs his eyes, making sure heâs not imagining it.
Not his imagination, youâre standing right in front of him. Sunglasses are pushed onto your head, hair is a wavy mess that hits the bottom of your shoulder blades. Your skin is tan, contrasting against your see through, white, tank top. A bright red bikini is shining through underneath, and a pair of cut off jean shorts are hugging your waist smoothly, cheap flip flops are on your pink manicured feet.
Something flips inside of him, he canât believe itâs real.
His voice comes out an octave above a whisper, he doesnât intend it to be, but thatâs how it sounds as he says your name.
You pause, then lift your eyes once more, he sees them widen.
His voice is the same, maybe a little deeper but the way he whispers your name is the same.
You stand, star struck, looking him over.
âJake.â
He takes in a deep breath. âHiâŚI-I canât believeâŚGod, itâs really you.â
A light chuckle comes from him, it makes the corners of your mouth twitch up.
âYou know, I never would have thought Iâd run into you in PineâsâŚon the 4th.â
God, your voice, he canât believe heâs forgotten it.
âWhyâs that?â He asks, adjusting the hold on the bag of ice.
You put a sunscreen bottle back on the shelf. âBecause I didnât think youâd ever be Mr. Hometown again.â
âIâm just here for the summer, actually and uh, well Mom needed ice so here I am.â
He watches the way you slowly nod, a sarcastic look on your face. âSo youâre just Mr. Iceman.â You say.
âHangman, actually.â He corrects, not considering that you might be confused.
âWhat?â
He pauses, remembering you havenât spoken in well over ten years. âHangman is my call signâŚIceman is someone elseâŚnever mind, it really doesnât matter.â
âOh yeah, the pilot thing. I assume that went well?â
Somehow, it hurt, the way you spoke about the life of his you werenât apart of. He nods. âThe academy went well, deployment was good every time. I actually am not active duty anymore.â
You feel happy for him, because the dream he spoke about as a teenager came true. âIâm glad things turned out in your favor, Jake.â You say, and you mean it.
âWhat about you?â It comes out rushed, like heâs afraid youâll walk away. âHow- howâd life turn out for you?â
You blow out a puff of air. âGraduated âbama.â
âRoll Tide, you traitor.â He jokes.
You roll your eyes.
âAnyway, graduated, got a job in Dallas as an addiction and recovery counselor. I got a house, got engaged-â
His heart stops, his eyes immediately drift to your left hand. Thereâs no ring.
â-got un-engaged, sold my house, and now Iâm here.â
He nods in understanding, then looks to see the small girl who is approaching.
âYou had a kid too?â He questions, eyeing the child who looks exactly like you.
âWhat?â You question, but the hand around your leg answers your question. Immediately you grin and lean down to pick up the five year old. âDid you find something you want?â You ask the curly haired kid.
She smiles and holds up a blow pop and a bag of crackers.
âGood choice.â You kiss her head, then turn back to Jake. âThis is my niece, Billy, sheâs Saraâs middle child.â
That makes more sense.
âHow is your sister?â Jake asks, seeing the way Billy watches him with interest and confusion.
âPregnant.â You huff. âSheâs on her fourth kid, so sheâs pretty much always pregnant.â
He remembers going to the wedding, he remembers the blue, maid of honor dress you wore. Even at seventeen, he was aware enough to know you were the most beautiful thing around. He remembers how you cried when your father crashed the party and had to be dragged out, he can still feel your head on his shoulder as he came to check on you.
That was a long time ago.
âWell, at least sheâs happy.â He says, gently waving to the girl as she still eyes him.
âYeah, she never stops smiling, itâs a little creepy.â You laugh, hoisting Billy further up your hip.
âAreâŚare you happy?â Jake pushes past the line of mild friendly conversation, but you donât get weirded out, you simply nod.
âIâm happy, are you happy?â
âI am.â
âGood.â
A few breaths pass, then you grab the second bottle of sunscreen off the shelf. âWell, it was nice seeing you, Jake.â You say, turning away and making your way to the front register.
Heâs quick to follow. You set Billy down so you can find your wallet. As you pay, Jake determines he canât just let you slip through his fingers.
âWhat are you doing tonight?â He rushes out as you get a bag for your things. You turn to face him, scooting back so he can pay for his bag of ice.
âWell itâs the fourth so Iâll be at the boat docks, watching the fire works.â You tell him, grabbing Billyâs hand.
He thanks the cashier woman and drops his change into the fundraiser jar that sits on the counter. Then, he follows you out the door.
âYou want to watch them with me? On the family boat?â He asks.
From the minivan, your sister, Sara, pulls her sunglasses down, making sure her eyes arenât betraying her. No, you really were having a conversation with your old flame.
âThat doesnât sound like a good idea.â You admit, he immediately questions it.
âWhy? We should catch up.â
You still shake your head. âA boat with your family? Jake, your Mama hates me.â
âNo she doesnât.â He tries to reason, but you give him a knowing look.
âSheâs hated me since the first night you brought me over for dinner.â You say.
Well, you werenât exactly lying, but that didnât matter.
âLook, just meet me at eight at my house, we can ride over together. Okay?â
You sigh, looking at your feet. âIâll think about it.â
âYouâll think about it?â He questions.
âYes, Iâll think about it.â
Then, youâre walking away to the powder blue minivan.
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Eight oâclock, then eight thirty and you were no where to be found. The mass of family and friends made the Seresin home a bustling place, but Jake sat in the backyard, disappointed.
When it was time to go to the lake, he drove in a contemplating silence.
Would it be another ten years before he sees you again?
The large boat is unloaded and as he helps everyone else on, he pauses before he can get on himself.
With the sun disappearing, it made your outline look defined in the last flecks of light. He stands there, looking at you.
âIs the invitation still good?â You ask, nervously fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
âThe invitation will always be good.â He grins, then reaches for your hand.
Itâs an awkward situation, coming into close proximity to a family you havenât spoken to in years. After a few quick conversations to catch up, you and Jake are sat at the bow of the boat, watching as youâre driven to the middle of the lake.
Jake talks about different stories from his deployments, all the places heâs been. You listen intently, laughing along with him.
As he sips his beer, he shifts so heâs facing you fully. âSo, am I allowed to ask about this almost wedding you had?â
You sigh, finishing your water. âI met a guy my senior year of college.â
âWhat was his name?â Jake questions, and for some reason, he has this low feeling of jealousy.
âDavid, he was an advanced engineer major.â
Jake hums.
He sounds like a douche bag already.
âWe were together for almost five years, got engagedâŚthen I found out he was sleeping with his best friendâs wife and talking to eight different girls online.â
âJesus, thatâsâŚIâm sorry.â He sighs, watching you shrug. âYeah, well I found out because the wife told me to check his phoneâŚI did. He was so angry, started throwing stuff, threw the biggest temper tantrum Iâd ever seen. I kicked him out that night.â You tell the story with no emotion, Jake can tell itâs something youâve already come to peace with.
âLife changes pretty fast sometimes.â You state, pulling your hair tie out so your messy hair falls down slowly.
âTell me about it.â Jake sighs, finishing his drink.
The two of you are silent, listening to the soft music playing from somewhere behind you. Jake feels a wave of deja vu, this exact spot was where the two of you made the decision to go about your lives separately when it came time for school. And despite all the things talked about in the past hour, the things in life shared with one another that has happened since, he still feels like he knows you as well as he knows himself.
âAre you still a Springsteen enthusiast?â He asks just so he can watch you smile.
âOh come on, you know I amâŚbut not as much recently.â You say, leaning back on your elbows. âYou know, I still canât hear âIâm On Fireâ without thinking about the time your dad caught us in the hayloft.â
Jake laughs at the memory. âI still remember how hard my mom slapped me. I wasnât allowed to see you for two weeks.â
âAnd yet you still snuck into my bedroom.â You point out, recalling how hot the two of you were for each other in your youth. You loved him with every ounce of your body, you gave him everything you had to give and the promises he had whispered to you were so perfect sounding. Itâs hard to think that through all of the things you two went through, it still ended with two broken hearts.
As the fireworks burst above your heads, the sinking feeling you pushed through came wiring back, hitting you hard. What would life be like if he let you stick it out? What would the past decade or so be like if you two were still in love.
Itâs silent, just âoooâs and âahhhâs as the bright lights cascade in the sky.
Jake looks over at you, seeing the way you watch with a peaceful yet solemn expression.
As the show ends and Jake insists on driving you home, you let thoughts consume you.
The low hum of the radio gives you something to focus on instead of feeling pathetic for revisiting old wounds. You swear you moved past it, youâre grown now, this feeling is something childishâŚbut you know that throb in your chest.
All because he looked at you the same way he did at seventeen.
âDid I say something?â Jake finally asks, seeing how you only look out the window.
âNo, no youâreâŚyouâre perfect.â You sigh, biting your lower lip.
Despite the way your words make him fight a smile, his concern only grows.
âWell youâve been oddly silent.â He reminds, and he doesnât miss the way you wipe your eyes.
âI justâŚI just wish you wouldâve let me wait for you.â You finally turn to him, eyes red.
âWhat do you mean?â He questions, pulling down the road to your sisterâs house.
âWhen you left for the academy, I wish you wouldâve let me wait for you, through all of it. I wouldâve waited, I planned on waiting.â
He processes what words to say. âI wanted you to move on, we had a whole conversation about why we couldnât wait for each other.â
The opening tune to âIâm on Fireâ comes through the speakers and you think you might just die.
âI knowâŚI know. Sorry.â You huff.
When he pulls up to the dark house. âTheyâre not back yet?â He asks.
âTheyâre staying at the lake cabin.â You simply say, looking around the 4x4 truck before reaching for the door handle. âThanks for the walk down memory lane. Good night, Jake.â
âGood nightâŚâ Jake says softly, watching you go.
No.
No, he wasnât doing this.
The truck door slams shut as he rushes after you. By the time you get the front door unlocked, heâs standing in the doorway with you.
The pining feels like heâs in high school again, like heâs not a grown adult with maturity and experience and a whole life heâs lived without you.
You look up at him, breathless. He does the same.
âI donât care that weâre not kids anymore, I donât care that weâve lived a whole life away from each other, and maybe this is just some false feeling I have but thinking about not seeing you againâŚI justâŚI-â
You canât handle it. âI know, just kiss me.â
His eyes dart to your lips, his hand immediately cradling the side of your face, the other on your hip. Your eyes fall shut as he rushes his lips to yours, itâs as good as clean air. His body molds into yours, crowding your space until youâre shoved against the door. One hand gripping his shirt, the other braces behind you, flat against the door.
Jake was always a good kisser, but heâs grown now and though youâd prefer to not think about it, his growth of experience really does him justice. Heâs kissed you as a boy plenty of times before. Heâs never kissed you as a man.
By the time your knees are weak, heâs becoming more needy and passionate, going as far as youâll let him go because itâs all his body wants to do.
You blindly reach for the door handle, making the two of you stumble inside. Youâre kicking off your sandals, making him follow suit, your hands are in his hair, youâre pulling away only to lead him up the stairs to your bedroom. He slams the door shut, pulling your shirt off and tossing it to the ground before backing you up against the wall.
Your chest heaves, fingers pulling at his t shirt. âGod bless the Navy for making you look like this.â You groan, eyeing his extremely well built frame. Jake laughs, his hands running down your backside before gripping your thighs. As you jump into his grip, your legs wrap around his waist. His large hands are against your back as he carries you to the bed, laying you down against the mattress.
Your jean shorts are pulled off, leaving you in just your bathing suit. As you sit up, youâre tugging at his swim trucks, but his strong grip is pulling your hands away.
âHang on, are you sure about this?â He questions, looking deep into your eyes.
You nod. âPlease, Jake.â
The whine of his name could have him finishing right then and there. With a strangled groan, he pushes you back against the pillows, tugging your bottoms off and hastily untying your top.
As a girl, you were pretty. As a woman, fuck, you were gorgeous.
He lays above you, his face burying in your neck, kissing you with such a heat that you squirm. As his hips roll against yours, the contact of his clothed lower half catches with your neediness, making you shiver.
As he moves his mouth to one of your breasts, you feel like youâre going to burst into flames. A hand travels down his toned abs and into his shorts, at the slightest touch of your hand, Jake is sucking in a breath.
âFuck, baby, you need to slow down or I wonât last.â He says, choking on his words as he feels your grip around his hardening length.
âThatâs okay.â You whisper. âWe have all night.â
Youâre perfect, youâre the perfect woman.
He kisses you in a smoldering heat again, distracting you enough to pull your hand away. He wonât be able to focus on what he wants to do if you keep stroking him like that.
His hand lightly sneaks down your stomach and he carefully caresses your core.
You gasp loudly, the slightest touch is a heavenly feeling to your sensitivity. His fingers slide back and forth between your folds, heâs grinning wildly at how wet all of this is making you.
Heâs curious if youâd react the same way you used to when he entered two fingers inside you, stretching your walls.
You grip his hair and suck your bottom lip.
Yep, still the same.
As he pumps his fingers in and out, he only pulls away to run your wetness across your clit.
âOh my god.â You whine, tightening your grip in his hair, making a shiver roll down his spine.
Slowly and with more applied pressure, heâs watching you come undone. âJake wait, wait, if you donât stop Iâll finish just like this.â
âFine by me, sweetheart.â He grins like a devil.
The muscles of your abdomen contract, your staring at him with heavy and lustful eyes. You bring his head down, kissing him once more as you grow closer and closer to that snapping feeling. His tongue dances past your lips, your toes are curling into the sheets.
âCome on, I know you want to.â He mumbles against you. âJust give in for me, I want to see you cum.â
That voice, so deep and grown up now.
You whine against his mouth, your entire body tensing before the coil inside you snaps and your release floods you. Loud intakes of breath, Jake chuckles at the way your eyes flutter.
âHoly shitâŚthat was good.â You pant after a solid moment of silence, leaning back up to kiss him. You slowly sit up, almost demanding his shorts come off before you lose your mind.
âI missed how needy you get.â He smirks, kissing the side of your head as you pull the draw strings apart and push him to sit. You pull the swim trunks down slowly, watching as his hard length comes to lay against his lower stomach. Your thighs clench at the thought of having it inside of you.
âI just missed you. I missed you so much and I didnât even know it.â You pant.
He watches as you slowly fist him up and down again, though the blissful feeling makes his eyes shut and his head fall back slightly.
âFuck.â He grunts.
In your nightstand drawer, thereâs a condom that you honestly hadnât been planning on using.
It has a use now.
His finger tips press into the flesh of your hips, thereâs a furrow in his brow as he helps guid you down onto him. His body shudders at the initial feeling, his jaw going slack as he feels himself stretch you perfectly.
Soft whimpers come from your lips, your hands slide down his strong shoulders.
âShh, I got you.â He whispers as you adjust. His hand comes up to gently brush your hair back, then heâs pressing his forehead to yours as you slowly grind your hips, testing the waters.
Itâs a rhythm, almost like a heart beat, the way the two of you move together. His warm hands are running down your back, raising goose bumps. The room is filled with the sound of mixed grunts and breathes, itâs making you dizzy. His mouth on your neck doesnât help, your fingers running through his hair is driving him crazy.
âThat feel good?â He mutters into your skin.
You shudder, the feeling of him hitting that right place inside of you has your eyes rolling slightly.
âYeah, fuck, Jake. Itâs really good.â
Itâs hot and itâs meaningful, and youâre dragging him close to his climax.
Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, it gets hungrier and needy and you want it all from him. Heâs whispering, so are you, swearing things to each other like no time has passed, like heâs been fucking up into you this entire time.
When the finish comes, heâs got a hand tangled in your hair and the other threatening to bruise your waist, and you look at him with a smile.
Itâs blood rushing and mind shaking and ultimately a loss of breath. Youâre leaned into his neck as you ride it out, huffing with tears burning your eyes.
Heâs so so gentle, but reassuring in telling you just how good it was.
Once upon a time, you were seventeen and so deep in love with a boy who broke your heart, even if he didnât want to. You rode passenger seat in his old jeep, singing Bruce Springsteen to each other, taking the long way back to your home because the only place you wanted to be, was next to him.
Now, youâre in your bedroom, staring at the window while pressed into Jakeâs side. The simple movement of your fingers running over his ribs makes him calm, or maybe itâs just the fact that youâre close by again.
âYou wanna know a secret?â You ask, breaking the silence.
He hums, then tucks your hair behind your ear. âAlways.â
You adjust slightly. âI never stopped thinking about you when I would hear a Springsteen songâŚafter a while I had to stop listening all together because I couldnât stop the urge to try and call you.â
Jake tightens his arm around you, his brows draw close together. âSorry I ruined music for you.â
âYou never ruined anythingâŚâ You say ghostly, though itâs obvious that there is one thing that was tarnished.
âI could have sworn that breaking up was the best decision.â He says, looking at the ceiling.
âIt was, we wouldnât be where we are if we stayed together, I do know that.â
It still hurts his heart. âI couldâve still had you.â Jakes sighs.
After a moment, listening to a few stray fireworks go off, you speak out.
âYou have me nowâŚâ
A smile pulls on his lips.
Things were going to be just fine, they were going to be the way they should be, with Springsteen playing and you at his side.
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Sum Mufo lore below the cut vvv
My character playlist page for Mufo is coming along, though one big roadblock is that it needs background art! I've talked before about how I wanted to draw Mufo's home base someday, and I think just drawing a small portion of it for some background art would be a nice place to start. One thing I struggle with when it comes to backgrounds though, especially character-based ones, is making them feel lived in. Backgrounds I've drawn in the past often felt too clean to me, like no one is living there! Unfortunately I don't have the time right now to slap down some sketches to flesh out Mufo's room, but I can write about it to reference later, so here we go!
Mufo lives in the Vault of Knowledge, more specifically inside what can be thought of as a "storage closet". These storage areas resemble larger areas of the Vault, but are mainly used to store menial things like cleaning supplies, spells, and personal belongings. Mufo has part of a storage closet all to herself.
Her room is basically like an indoor tent. The "walls" are actually just pieces of cloth. It's convenient since she can enter and exit her room at any location, though at this point she has dedicated "door spots" â specific spots she decides she is allowed to walk through. Anything that isn't a door spot she treats as if its a regular wall and thus not normally walk through.
In terms of solid furniture (like, heavy stuff), Mufo might not have much. At the moment I definitely imagine she has a bed and maybe one or two bookshelves. Maybe she has a chair in there, to go with the shelves? Other furniture she has is mainly pillows and blankets, strewn across the floor so that many places in her room are comfy.
Currently debating if Mufo decorates at all. Like the stuff I listed before is mainly functional in nature. Maybe younger Mufo wouldn't have cared about decorating, but present day Mufo does since she has finally seen the outside world for herself and is insanely inspired. With that in mind, I gotta think about what Mufo decorates with. I definitely think if you showed Mufo some fairy lights it'd be OVER for her.
This might be one for the decoration category, but maybe Mufo keeps souvenirs from her journeys if she can pocket them.
Her room almost definitely has some memory lanterns and books lying around. This would have been especially true when she was younger (like the drawing above!), where such things were her only form of solitary entertainment. As she got older, she became better about returning memory lanterns and books to their rightful place in the Vault (though not all the time, hehe).
At the moment I don't imagine Piripu has a home, but if he were to crash anywhere, it'd be at Mufo's place. He probably does it often. With that in mind, Mufo's belongings probably got pushed around with Piripu becoming a pseudo-resident. Fortunately, he is a boy of few belongings... For now?
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Fuck it writing for rdr2 now
Nsfw headcanons
Warning: smut, knife play, somnophilia, power dynamic, spanking, hair pulling, bruises.
Characters
Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy,Micah Bell, and Eagle Flies.
Arthur Morgan
He likes for sex to be intimate but he gets a rise out of things escalating. Like you two are in bed about to sleep but like 20 minutes later your legs are over his shoulders and heâs shushing you to stay quite.
He doesnât force moments between you two he likes when itâs natural.
He laughs softly at you if you get too eager for him. He teases you and degrades you for it softly like âReally? This desperate for me? Guess I gotta give you a good time donât I, Girl/boy.â
He likes to hear you talk during it even if it's just jumbled moans. He'll ask you questions like âThat feel good?â and he likes a response but he doesn't force it (unless he's being rough then he'll stop moving and make you reply)
Sex is personal for him so he likes to make you feel good and sometimes he completely forgets about himself.
John Marston
He likes being in control but simultaneously he likes when youâre ďżźin control as well. Heâs a complicated man.
Heâs so fucking eager. Sometimes he forgets about foreplay but once he remembers he focuses on making you finish until youâre barely able to take him.
Heâs real into dirty talk. He simply cannot shut up. Heâs between your legs describing how you taste.
He has a high sex drive yet he cums quickly. He goes multiple rounds to make up for it though.
Heâs so sensitive. He tries to pretend heâs not but after a while he starts begging you to bite his neck or use your mouth on him.
Dutch Van Der Linde
He likes a power dynamic. He likes being dominant and he doesnât like that changing. If you try to top or be dominant he sees it as a challenge.
Heâs into humiliating you but he doesnât like bringing it out of the bedroom. He likes seeing you on your knees as he sits in a chair and he likes making you beg to suck him off.
He likes brats. Heâs into the challenge and he likes making them submissive. Itâs a huge thing for him if you act all bratty.
He likes to lightly smack you but doesnât actually apply pressure unless heâs spanking you. Like if you back talk or something he grabs your face and uses a stern voice and after you say âyes sirâ he lightly taps your face.
Really likes to stand back and admire you after heâs done with you. Looking at your panting frame and fucked out face. It makes him so proud. If he could heâd have a picture of it.
Charles Smith
Heâs super into passionate slow sex. Pressing his forehead against your chest as he praises you but sometimes he canât seem to hold himself back and he fucks like his life depends on it.
Like heâll have your legs spread in a nearly humiliating way but heâs complimenting you the whole time, praising your very existence.
He likes when you wrap your legs around his waist. It makes him feel like youâre desperate for him as well and it drives him crazy.
Heâs a munch. No doubt about it. Sometimes itâs the only thing he wants to do. Heâll lay in between your thighs like heâs starved.
Having sex with Charles is like experiencing a Hozier song first hand. At the end of every night with him you have absolutely no doubt he worships you.
Javier Escuella
Heâs into knife play but heâs not entirely into drawing blood. Heâs into cutting your clothes off of you. Like completely ignoring the buttons on your shirt and instead just running his blade along the buttons, snapping them off.
Heâs real into hair pulling both ways. He likes fucking you from behind to pull your head back so he can kiss you and he likes when you pull his hair in missionary.
Possessive. No doubt about it. I feel it in my bones. He always asks you who you belong to before you cum and he gets a huge rise out of it. He makes your scream out his name at least once every time yâall have set.
Heâs super into quickies. He likes to pull you away for a bit and absolutely destroy you and then go back to what you were doing and watch you struggle to pretend like nothing happened. Itâs a huge turn on for himz
He likes to cum on you instead of in you. Heâll finish in your chest, back, stomach, face. Heâs so into it. He likes knowing youâre a mess for him and youâre allowing him to do this to you.
Sean MacGuire
Heâs huge on praise. He needs you to tell him heâs big and that no one makes you feel this way. It drives him crazy.
Heâs super messy when he fucks. Thereâs something about it that makes him feel prideful that youâre a mess and heâs a mess.
He likes to humiliate you but in a different way from Dutch. Dutch does it for the power dynamic and he does it just because he likes the idea that heâs the only one allowed to do this to you.
Heâs a head pusher but he always makes it up to you afterwards by making you pull his hair when he goes down on you.
He likes having sex in semi public places. It fills him with such adrenaline heâs trying to go again afterward.
Lenny Summers
Hes into handjobs. More than anything. If you put your hands in his pants heâs nearly crumbling that instant.
He likes when you go down on him randomly. Like heâs reading a book and suddenly heâs getting head or waking up to head? Itâs so attractive to him.
He knows what you like and what you donât like and his fingers are magical. Sometimes he tries to multitask and do something else while he fingers you but he ends up giving in and giving you all of his attention.
Heâs real nervous at the idea of people catching you two so he just whispers a lot of praise in your ear. He feels horrible degrading you but he tries.
He moans at everything. Like if he goes down on you, heâs moaning the whole time. If heâs touching you heâs still moaning. Itâs just attractive to know heâs doing something that arousing to you.
Kieran Duffy
He likes when you tell him what to do. Heâs real clumsy most of the time and if you lead his hands and body and tell him what to do heâs determined not to fail.
His dirty talk is mostly him asking for reassurance like âam I doinâ good?â Or itâs just him worshiping you.
He whimpers and whines so easily itâs like heâs getting fucked. (Or he is) he gets real embarrassed afterwards but he doesnât try to stop
He begs to touch you even if youâre not holding him back or telling him he canât. His hands could even be on you and heâs begging to touch you.
He moans so loud when he cums. He always tries to cover his mouth to muffle it or he buried his face into you to prevent anyone from hearing.
Micah Bell
Heâs rough. Real rough. A night with him probably ends with a few bruises and a sore body and heâs real smug about it too.
He likes watching you pleasure yourself. Sometimes heâll touch himself as you do so and after you both finish he wonât touch you.
He loves edging you. Sometimes he pulls away right before your climax and wait for you to beg. Once he got up and nearly left just to see your reaction.
He likes shoving your face into the pillow as he fucks you from behind. It makes him feel dominant and like heâs in control.
His praise is really rare so he saves it for a special moment. Heâll have you hanging off the side of the bed as he bellows your back out and he makes sure you hear him when he speaks, grabbing you by the back of the neck just to whisper something like âlook so pretty from back here, slut.â
Eagle Flies
Experimentalist to the core. He wants to try everything at least once. He thinks itâs a huge trust thing to experiment with intimacy.
He likes showing off his strength and stamina so he likes to lift you up to fuck you. He can last so many rounds too so by the end both of you are panting and tired.
He says âI love youâ during sex. He feels so intimate to say it and he likes to make eye contact as he does it. He knows itâs cheesy but he likes to say âI love youâ while he finishes
He likes to talk about your sexual fantasies and tries to recreate them as best as he can. He feels like he has to prove that heâs better than some fantasy and he never fails.
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crazy little thing
a âpartners in crimeâ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader
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summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where he spends all his drachmas to make you smile. Sometimes, the Apollo kids are better matchmakers than Aphrodite herself. Everyoneâs tired of you two dancing around each other. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader
a/n: lil valentines day special though im working on more est. relationship fluff after this!! happy season 2 renewal babies
(posted 2/9/24 unbetaed)
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âCome on, you gotta admitâitâs kinda funny!âÂ
Luke is met with blank stares at the camp store after he places a few drachmas onto the folding table in front of the Apollo kids. Theyâre not sure if heâs trying to convince them, or himself.
Because yeah, thatâs the excuse he goes for, wanting to spend his savings on having them sing to a certain head counselor instead of admitting his blatantly obvious feelings, so if you ask Lee Fletcher and his half-siblings, itâs kind of pathetic.
âWhat do we look like, a traveling mariachi band, Castellan?â he deadpans, watching the usually confident boy scratch the back of his neck with his face red like someone whoâs been sitting out in the sun for too long.Â
âIâm not saying to follow her around all day or whatever, just pick a random time to sing a song and catch her off-guard,â he insists, before meeting the judgmental look of one of Leeâs younger siblings.
Lee chuckles, ruffling his sisterâs hair before looking at Luke quite seriously, âSheâs a good friend. Youâre gonna have to pay us more than that. Special song for a special lady after all.â
The son of Hermes knows heâs gonna regret this sooner or later, but proceeds to throw the rest of his meager earnings onto the table. He has other ways of being resourceful anyway, the box of chocolates he nicked from behind the store counter feeling heavy in his jacket pocket.
âRight⌠sheâs just a friend.â
Lukeâs hands fidget at his sides as he stands there, feeling a little stupid.
Leeâs little sister scoops up the coins from the table, her raised eyebrows and light aura mirroring that of her older brother.Â
âWhat song were you thinking?â she asks, âGotta make sure I know it if Iâm singing it to yourâŚfriend.â
The 18-year-old boy tugs at his dark curls, getting more embarrassed and wanting to retreat with every minute that passes, but heâs never been one to back down from anythingâswordfights, monsters, capture the flag, but thisâtrying to impress you...is a whole different story somehow.
Why are feelings so damn complicated?Â
It feels like being at the butt of a joke, or more accuratelyâat the sharp edge of a sword, and Luke never lets his fights end in a draw.
âYou guys got it covered. JustâŚsurprise me too, I guess,â he sighs, walking off without finishing his sentence. He wishes he could pray a little harder to his dad for luck, even if heâs unsure of what exactly heâs wishing for (or if his dad will even listen).
âCastellanâs hopeless. You think he knows it yet?â the girl asks her brother, to which Lee laughs.
âI donât think she does either, even though everyone else can see right through them. The new bets are on whoâs gonna break first. Chironâs been keeping track, but donât tell Mr. D.â
If Luke wants a show, theyâll make sure heâll get his moneyâs worthâand hopefully, itâll push you two along faster. Lee bet on you two getting together before the summer after all, and heâll be damned if he loses to Clarisse.
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Valentineâs Day might be the day of love, but for you, someone whoâs single (not by choice), and heavily busy with making sure people arenât soâŚenamored in public (youâve lost count of the reports youâve written out due to indecent behavior this morning alone)---this just feels like another Wednesday, except with more hormonal teenagers with uncontrollable urges than usual.Â
Oh, the joys of being the daughter of the camp director, also known as everyoneâs favorite narc.
Honestly, love can suck it. With this much love in the air, you can feel it suffocating you like a plastic bag over your head.Â
Thatâs an uncontrollable urge. Too much?
Maybe Silena was right, you do need to open yourself up more to romantic opportunities. But if you have to watch another person swap spit and get pawed at like theyâre the last dinner roll at the tableâŚ. You might commit arson and set this place ablaze.
You just didnât understand why people had to go all out today of all days. Shouldnât love be shown year-round? Though you were a person of theatrics and enjoy a good show, it is amazing how much grandiose displays of affection make you cringe. It felt very performative, instead of genuine, and you would know, youâre the best actress at camp. Youâve acted out stories before, knowing all of the greatest romances and tragedies by heart. And you pride yourself on being a decent teacher to the campers, but for some of them, love still translates to a bad rendition of a ballad they heard on the radio.
Nothing gets past you at this point.
But that sucks too sometimes, you know?
Multiple failed flings and a heartbreak or two weigh down on you on days like this one, as youâre stuck being a bystander to outlandish displays put on by the Aphrodite kids being put to work. Love is their domain anyway, and yoursâŚmakes you feel a little less undesirable. Each demigod has their own strengths and weaknesses, but perhaps in the name of love, some of them donât know how to take a hint. Several forgettable prose readings, a Sparknotes version of Eros and Psyche, and too many red roses to count have you reeling from exhaustion and a bit of disgustâ-and itâs only lunchtime.Â
So yeah, maybe youâre a little jealous; they could call you Nemesis at this point.
The only flowers you got today were from the little kids from along the path to the strawberry orchard, and though itâs sweetâthe human side of you misses affection.Â
Devotion.Â
To be a daughter of Dionysus meant to deal in extremes, obsession or nothing, and there are very few people who can handle that. Always being too much to handle, or uninterested as a defense mechanism. Perhaps thatâs what scares admirers away.Â
That, or the fact that Luke Castellan is always attached to your hip. To be honest, youâve always preferred it that wayâthe both of you working as a pair always gets things done faster around camp and he brightens your mood, whether you admit it or not.Â
But you two are just friends.Â
Really good friends who look for each other in crowded rooms, hands constantly brushing against the other for comfort, and able to pick up where the other one leaves off. Usually heâs the first person you see in the morning, and the last person you say goodnight to. You know how he likes his coffee and he cuts your apples for you as you two sit together in your unassigned seats in the dining pavilion. You watch each otherâs workshops and if one of you is missing, everyone knows to ask the other to get an answer.
Right? Thatâs totally normal coworker/friend behavior.
If you were ever given immortality, perhaps theyâd make you the goddess of denial.
Youâre sweeping up confetti from the dining hall floor after an uncoordinated excuse of a flash mob was performed for one of the Demeter kids⌠and not to sound like a heinous bitch, but maybe next time they should use something biodegradable⌠or less messy. Sighing deeply, you feel someoneâs eyes on you, and when you look up, Lukeâs standing there with two full plates of food.
âTake a break, Trouble. No oneâs paying you overtime,â he jokes, and you roll your eyes as you put the broom aside.
âNo oneâs paying me at allâŚâ you groan, before taking the plate out of his hands and knocking your head against his shoulder in thanks. He snickers as his hand brushes the small of your back, tickling your spine as he leads you to sit at a table.
âJust another holiday. You know how it is.â
âItâd be nice to have a night off though. Sometimes I regret taking up the position,â you mumble through spoonfuls of soup. He throws his large hand over your shoulder, kneading some tension from your trapezius. Head jerking along with the movements, you giggle as soup dribbles off your spoon, which makes his lips quirk into a small smile. Being around you felt so thoughtless and easy that if you told him to jump off a bridge heâd do it without question, which should be more concerningâthe hold you have on him is irrevocable. Feelings are way too difficult for his teenage brain to comprehend at this stage. Itâs easier to wash dishes with lava or fight off a dragon (bad example, he knows, but thereâs something about you that already makes him feel like heâs losing before anythingâs even happened).
Luke is someone who fights until the end, a soldier whoâs always trained and so ready for anything that sometimes it makes you wonder what war heâs preparing for. Infatuation, or the scarier, four-letter word was not something he was ever briefed on.
âNo, you donât. Youâre a control freak,â he says with a grin.Â
Luke watches you play with the pendant on your necklace, the dragon scale he fashioned into your favorite accessory glinting in your hand. Running your fingers back and forth over the smooth surface, your other hand puts the spoon down and you place your head on his shoulder. He thinks if he had to describe the four-letter word on the tip of his tongue, heâd tell whoeverâs asking about the way you kissed his healing cheek after you both left the Garden of Hesperides. More than a year later, Luke is still unable to find the right words even if the weakness has made a home in his heart with your name written all over it.
âI swear if I have to hear another person croak out a lovesong I might just drown myself in the Long Island Sound,â you scoff as his fingers trace circles onto your waist.
Thereâs a low strum of a guitar that reaches your ears and your forehead meets the cool surface of the table as you shut your eyes and grumble. Itâs Lee and his half-siblings, beginning to walk through the hall seconds away from singing until they see Luke shaking his head and dragging his finger across his throat to please, gods, stop. The Apollo kids swivel and 180, walking out of the hall as the music stops dissonantly, rolling their eyes and dragging their feet.
âThat was quick,â you say inquisitively as your head pops up from the table to see Luke looking off in the distance.
âHeh⌠I think they were just practicing or somethingâŚâ
He then had to run off and pay them more drachmas for the inconvenience.Â
Fucking hustlers.
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The sun sets quickly on Camp Half-Blood since itâs mid-February, and Luke finds you trying to calm your nerves as you look at the mess of glitter and paper mache that covers the arts and crafts hall from floor to ceiling.
âI canât believe this!â you say in disbelief as you look at Luke, and he takes the can of Redbull out of your shaking hand. Â
âThereâs just no fucking way everyone decided to use glitter. Itâs everywhere! IâmâCONNOR, PUT THE SCISSORS DOWN!â
Luke sighs as he holds his hand out for his younger brother to give up the craft scissors, which he relinquishes with a mischievous grin.Â
âGuys, go find trouble somewhere else,â Luke mutters, pushing his head away, and where Connor goes, Travis quickly follows, tossing a canister of glitter back at him and not knowing it was still open.
âOops.âÂ
Immediately, the both of you are showered in iridescent particles, floating over your heads and stuck in your hair as the older Stoll brother looks at the two of you wide-eyed.
âYou've already got Trouble anyway,â he says teasingly, and this asshole winks at Luke before bolting out the door.
The room is silent now, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, before speaking, âI donât care if heâs your brother, Luke. I might just fucking kill him.â You'd say more but your eyes are shut as you try not to breathe in glitter, and then the sound of the doorknob rattling catches your attention. Luke is standing there, finally faced with a door he canât open, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyanceâbut the effect isnât as menacing as it should be when heâs covered in red and pink sparkles.
âNot if I get to him first, the little bastard.â
âJust open the door,â you say panicked, running over and forcing his hands off the doorknob.
âI canât if you wonât let me do it!â He grits, elbowing you and trying to unlock the door with both his inherited gift and brute strength.
âWhat kind of demigod even are you? Lockpicking is supposed to be your thing!â
âWell OBVIOUSLY, but itâs not working, now is it, Trouble?â
Luke finishes off the rest of your energy drink before throwing the can over his shoulder and he swears he can hear you cuss at him under your breath as you berate him about the mess, so he chooses to focus on busting the door down instead of looking at the glitter stuck in your eyelashes and thinking about how the idea of being stuck in a room with you makes him feel weak at the knees.
Through the window, his eyes meet the group of Apollo kids staring at the predicament you two are in (and the barricade of chairs the Stolls put in front of the door). He sighs, and Leeâs little sister flips him off as they start to walk away again, instruments in tow.
âYou gonna charge him again?â
A tiny Will Solace looks at his elders for guidance as they walk along the path. As one of the youngest in the bunch, he especially idolizes anything his half-siblings do, going along with whatever they see fit.
âNo, but weâre close enough to the archery range that I might just shoot them through their hearts myself. Eros and Aphrodite themselves are pretty much begging us to,â Lee grumbles.
âWhy are we doing this again?â Will babbles, and his half-sister grabs his hand to help him walk faster.
âA crazy little thing called love. Youâll understand it better someday, kid.â
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Thankfully, it all starts winding down after dinner. Luke finds you leaning against a tree flipping through your clipboard during the camp sing-along, so he tugs at your elbow to get your attention.
âWanna get out of here?â
You look at him, slotting your pen behind your ear as you notice faint glitter particles still dotted along his cheeks. As your lips pull into a small smile, you say, "I still have a few things to do after this, don't you?"
"Cleared your schedule for the night," he mumbles, and whether it's the glow of the bonfire or he's actually blushing, a teasing expression crosses your face as you step closer and cross your arms at him.
"You cleared my schedule for the night. How on earth did you do that?"
Instead of a proper reply, he grabs your hand, tugging you out to the docks near the lake.
"Don't worry about it."
He's not going to tell you that he owes Chris and Annie a few favors before the end of the month to make up for the night shift they ended up taking. Instead, you both sit cross-legged at the edge of the dock, a gentle breeze brushing at your clothes and for the first time today, you're able to just exist.
"I hate Valentine's Day," you suddenly say, looking up at the night sky, and he's watching you closely as the gentle shine of the moon casts a cool glow on your face. Luke cringes at your statement, thinking he's already thrown away his shot.
"Why's that?"
"Tell me something Luke, am I unlikable? Like, is there anything wrong with me?"
He looks at you like you've told him youâre secretly a cyclops.
âThe fuck? How many times do I have to tell you that everyone thinks youâre great?"
You don't even give him a chance to finish his sentence before you blurt, "I donât want to be great, I want to be loved!" Reeling back a little, you lean back on your hands to create some distance.
 âSorry... that was a lot, and Iâm just...wanting to be noticed. It's nice to have people's attention sometimes, you know?â
Youâve got all of mine, he thinks, realizing he never stood a chance at fighting itâthis four-letter feeling you give him is the first and only battle heâll back down from, and you're the only person heâll wholeheartedly surrender to.
In short, heâs fucked.
"I always notice you." He pulls out a dented box of chocolates from his jacket pocket, opening it up for the both of you to share, and the look of amusement on your face makes him glad that at least one thing somewhat went to plan today, even if the chocolate truffles are a bit smushed. Youâre popping one into your mouth and his dark eyes follow the trail of your fingers to your mouth, feeling his heart beat a bit faster.
But then you both hear the soft strum of a guitar from near the trees, and the two of you turn to hear some of the Apollo kids singing beautifully along the coastline.
I'll be seeing you, in all the old, familiar places... That this heart of mine embraces...
You gasp, grabbing Lukeâs arm to push yourself up so that the both of you can turn and face a small group of your closest Apollo friends singing to the both of you. Lukeâs eyes soften further when he feels you grab his hand and squeeze, leaning against his shoulder as you listen.
âDid you do this?â you mumble, still entranced by the performance.
âOnly if it makes you laugh.â
And you do, in the way that he lovesâa bit crazy and too loud, and itâs perfect.
Iâll always think of you that way⌠Iâll find you in the morning sunâŚ.
Whether itâs fireflies or Will bouncing light off the water to look like small, glowing candles, Luke canât tellâheâs too busy watching your lips pull into a smile so confectionery his sweet tooth starts to ache. The little kid was never good at archery like his other half-siblings, but as your eyes shimmer under the ambient lights, you think his added romantic gesture shot you straight through the heart.
âYou know, sometimes I really do hate you, Luke Castellan,â you whisper, and it couldnât be more far from the truth.
âNo, you donât.â
His eyes flicker to you again, but youâre already looking back at him.
âI donât.â
And when the night is new, Iâll be looking at the moon⌠but Iâll be seeing youâŚ
Itâs quiet now, and youâre unsure of where the Apollonian ensemble disappeared to but instead of worrying about if theyâll make it back before curfew, you stand there in front of Luke with your guard down.
Getting a little closer than he expected, your noses brush before you pull the slightly crushed wildflowers from your jean pocket, the only physical reminder youâve kept from today, and tuck them into his jacket pocket, sitting right above his heart.Â
âThank you.â
Luke doesnât realize heâs holding his breath until he feels your lips gently kiss the marred skin on his right cheek, the blemish having an uncanny resemblance to a stroke of lightning; it serves as a reminder of his weakness. The lines blur as his eyes close to savor it and he doesnât know if weakness is your kisses or his scarâbut he is vulnerable to it all the same, realizing thereâs a crack in the otherwise perfect persona that heâs worked so hard on.
When his eyes open again, his Achillesâ heel has taken human form.
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âThis has got to be cheating,â Clarisse grumbles as she watches from the distance, hidden behind the trees.
âItâs not cheating if Iâm winning. Silenaâs gonna get a kick out of this,â Lee chuckles, ushering everyone back towards the cabins. Itâs a bit harder to do this in the dark as they try to be quiet and not interrupt whatever will happen next between their favorite counselors.
âWell lucky for you, your gifts are cute and romantic, what am I supposed to do? They fight enough!â
âThatâs what got them into this mess in the first place. Come on, curfewâs in 10. Weâll find out which of us wins the bet soon enough,â Chris mutters, pushing them along back onto the main path.
âEasy for you to say, Rodriguez, you live with Luke!â
âWould I ever lie to you, La Rue?â he says with a mischievous grin, and the Apollo kids giggle at the irony.
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âMy body ages,
my anger burns into a seam.
I am so annoyed by love
and still it comes.â
-Kate Baer
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