#i honestly didn't know what to do with the back ground

[silverskye13]

"So, you know what you have to do," Helsknight said patiently, gently placing the sword in Tanguish's hand. "We've run through it in slow motion like... Ten times."

"I'm going to stab you somehow," Tanguish muttered, staring down at the offending sword like it were a snake. "I just know I am."

"You're not going to stab me," Helsknight informed him. "But if you do, it's my neck you're aiming at, so it'll be quick, don't worry."

"Helsknight, I cannot convey enough how much more that makes me worry."

"I'll try to bleed to death quietly?"

"Helsknight."

"Er... gracefully?"

"Helsknight."

"You agreed to help me practice," Helsknight countered, an eyebrow raised, his hands on his sides. "You've seen me mock up this routine before."

"I know," Tanguish whined, wringing the sword's hilt in his hands nervously. "It's just-- it's different when it's me! My hands are shaky! And I get scared-- twitchy! I twitch!"

"If you can twitch a sword through me, you're either a lot stronger than you look, or something on step one went really wrong," Helsknight scoffed.

"I don't see why you need to practice this," Tanguish said for probably the fifth time that afternoon. "It's a fall. Everyone can fall. Falling is so easy most people don't even do it on purpose!"

"Which is exactly why I need to practice. You brace up when you see a fall coming. If something needs to look natural, accidental, it needs to be practiced. So." Helsknight jabbed a finger at Tanguish's chest, and when he looked down, snapped his finger up beneath Tanguish's chin. "Buck up. Do what I showed you."

Helsknight flashed him a weary smile, "Honestly, it's going to be fine. You did the mock-ups perfectly."

"I'm going to stab you," Tanguish repeated his earlier thought, this time with a little more threat than worry.

"Most people do at some point," Helsknight sighed dismissively. He walked backwards a few paces, lifting his sword in his hand and striking the pose that passed for dramatic on Helsknight. His shoulder faced Tanguish, the point of his blade low towards the Colosseum sand, chin up in a haughty, almost bored expression. Neither of them had armor (a fact that made Tanguish increasingly nervous), and Helsknight had discarded his cloak in order to focus on unimpeded movement. Still, when he tossed his head back and prepared his sword point, Tanguish could almost see how his cape would billow with the movement, something leading and flashy.

"Ready to strike me dead where I stand?" Helsknight smirked.

"We'll see how hard you're laughing when EB is sewing up your shoulder in an hour," Tanguish grumbled. With a sigh, he lifted the borrowed sword he held, the point a wary, shivering line in the vague direction of Helsknight's chest.

"Alright, I'll call out the hits just like when we slowed it down," Helsknight told him patiently. "Ready?"

"No."

"Overhead," Helsknight called, ignoring him and throwing himself forward. Their swords crossed with a shivering ring of metal high over Tanguish's head.

"Down."

Tanguish darted his sword down to catch Helsknight's blade as it knifed lazily towards his stomach. It was all telegraphed precision, Helsknight flowing calmly through motions that made more normal hands shake.

"Backstep."

Tanguish leaped away from a lunge at his midsection, twisting neatly.

"Down."

Helsknight's foot came forward. Tanguish slashed at it, smacking the flat of his sword against Helsknight's ankle. He didn't do the motion right. Whoever Helsknight's other combatant would be (Tanguish couldn't remember. EB maybe?) was supposed to hook their blade around the back of Helsknight's ankle, to make the whole motion more convincing. But Helsknight tripped backwards anyway, landing hard on the ground, braced against his elbows.

Tanguish took a step and lunged, sealing the final motion of the little practice duel. His foot landed neatly between Helsknight's parted knees. His sword point arced around to hover over the knight's exposed chest. Helsknight had untied the cords on the V of his tunic as he'd gotten hot while they practiced, and one of the many pale scars that criss-crossed his body peaked out from behind the fabric, as if inviting the blade to seat itself somewhere above his heart.

Helsknight looked down at the point, eyebrows raised, as if confirming Tanguish hadn't, in fact, managed to accidentally kill him. He was going to say something humorous and sardonic. There was a glint in Helsknight's eyes, a twitch at the side of his lips that Tanguish recognized.

Tanguish snapped up the point of the sword, a fluid motion that glanced gently off the skin of Helsknight's chest and brought the flat of the blade snapping up against Helsknight's chin. Whatever smart remark he was about to say broke against a soft grunt as Helsknight lifted his chin to meet Tanguish's eyes.

"M-maybe don't say dangerous things to the guy with the sword, yeah?" Tanguish asked, with all the bravado he could muster (which admittedly wasn't much.)

Helsknight grinned. Slow and languid, and all teeth. He splayed his hands, quiet surrender.

"I am at your mercy, mighty Gargoyle," Helsknight growled, lifting one hand slowly to lay gentle fingers on the blade. He tipped it down slightly, so the point hovered above his chest, though he left his head tilted, neck exposed in something like submission. "Though if you wanted my heart, it was already yours to keep or to break, if you wished it."

Tanguish felt a sudden, intense blush go racing up the back of his neck to burn his face. He managed to stammer one, maybe two confused syllables, before Helsknight promptly kicked his leg out from under him. The entire world turned into movement and twisting and falling. Somehow -- Tanguish wasn't entirely sure how -- Helsknight managed to pull the blade off to the side, grab Tanguish by the collar, and spin the both of them. Tanguish found himself with his back on the sand, Helsknight's knees on either side of his heaving chest, both swords in the knight's fists. Helsknight crossed the points neatly and shoved them into the ground on either side of Tanguish's neck, before leaning on the lethal little X of metal and grinning.

"Did you enjoy your two seconds of glory?" Helsknight asked sweetly.

Tanguish, still blushing hot and addle-brained, managed only a strangled, "W-was that part of the set-- p-practice?"

Helsknight laughed. To Tanguish, pinned beneath him, it seemed to shake the whole world. Helsknight slowly, carefully, got to his feet and then took Tanguish's hand to help him to his. Before the knight released him, he bowed low, kissing the back of Tanguish's hand gently.

"An apology for scaring you," he hummed as he straightened.

Tanguish, who had only just begun taming his blush, felt a new one flush his sculk-lights bright and shivering. "You're insufferable. Are we d-done now?"

"Nope."

Tanguish swore and, because Helsknight started laughing, gave the knight an ungentle kick to the shin.

[puppysuke]

daisuke boyfriend hc + drabbles.

hi my first head canon post :3 i am so hyperfixated on daisuke and mouthwashing itself. please someone save me. continue reading below cut! these are both sfw and nsfw, minors dni past the sfw hcs! header made by me :3

🌺 --- daisuke 100% will yap your ear off ALL day. he will not shut his mouth. not that you want him too, anyway. you love listening to him rant and ramble to no end. ~ "swansea was so mean today!" he tells you as he nuzzles into your neck, cuddling contently on the couch of the lounge room after a long day of working with swansea.

you let out a little giggle and ruffle his hair. "i'm sorry, bug," you press a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

"yeah, and then curly wouldn't give me a break, i don't even know what he was talking about. i wasn't paying attention, honestly..." daisuke admits sheepishly. you sigh softly and stay quiet, letting him ramble until he eventually passes out with his arms around your waist and his head on your shoulder. 🌺 --- daisuke daydreams a lot about going home and starting something more with you. after so long in space, going back to earth sounded like heaven, and then in top of that, knowing you'd be with him! he loves it! ~ daisuke had been zoned out all day, a small smile on his face as he seems miles and miles away from reality. by the time swansea delivers him back to you, he's oddly....quiet. "'suke?" you frown as you sit on your bed in the sleeping quarters. you and anya share a room since you were the only girls (sorry guys </3) on the ship, but she was currently in medical, so it was just you and daisuke alone. "are you okay?" you question. he turns to you with a big, toothy grin on his pretty face. "do you think we should get a puppy or a kitten when we're back on earth?" daisuke looked at you with big, happy eyes. he didn't even give you a chance to respond before his next question comes in. "what about our house? maybe we should just start with an apartment? do you wanna be in the city or more in the country? what about decorations? oh! and i can't wait til i can introduce you to my mom! oh, she'll love you! maybe a little more than she loves me, i-" "hey, hey," you interrupt with a chuckle, your hand flying over his lips. "calm down. is this why swansea sent you back to me?" daisuke licked your palm, laughing hard when you pulled your hand away. he was so happy with you. 🌺 --- daisuke wants nothing more than to make you laugh and smile. he will do anything to make you feel better when you're in a bad mood. ~ daisuke looked at you with a frown as you walked down the hall beside him. you seemed to be upset. he had seen you upset before, but this seemed different. you were stressed. being anya's intern, you had a lot of learning to do and today? it felt like you were doing everything wrong. as you went back to your sleeping quarters, daisuke took hold of your hand, linking your pinkie finger in his as he slowed the pace you two were walking at to a stop. "bumble bee," he starts with a pout, turning himself to face you. "are you okay? i mean, i know you're upset, but..." he trailed off for a moment. "tell me what'll make you feel better." "hmm..." you thought a moment, looking down at the ground. you knew there were a few things that could help you feel better, more like yourself. finally, you decided. "can you and i sleep in the lounge tonight and you can sing to me and tell me stories?" a smile graced daisuke's lips. he didn't much like singing, especially to other people, but for you? "of course. anything, for you," he leaned close and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. minors dni past this point. bonus nsfw hc. 🌺 --- daisuke is a soft dom. everyone writes him as a sub, but i do not see this man as a sub. he is 1000% a soft dom and very heavy on praise both giving and receiving. ~ daisuke let out soft pants as he had you under him. he held your hands above your head in one of yours, the other hand cupping your cheeks. you were face to face, inches apart. his favorite position was missionary and you had no complaints, getting to look into those pretty eyes of him. "doing so good for me, sweetheart," daisuke says in a soft and gentle voice as he kissed your forehead with a gentleness that wasn't even describable. "feeling good, hm? am i making you feel good?" he asks, rubbing his thumb over your cheek in soft strokes.

you nod, looking up into his eyes as your mouth hangs open. you gasp and turn your head to the side, leaning into his touch. "m-mhm, feels good, feels perfect. love you so much." you whine out in a breathy voice. daisuke lets out a soft laugh and kissed your temple.

"i love you too, sweets." 🌺 --- he is super vocal in bed. whines, whimpers, grunts, babbling, you name it. much like how he never stops talking, he never stops making noises in bed. ~ daisuke has his head in between your legs, his hands gripping the flesh of your thighs tightly to keep them spread enough. you're lying with you back of the bed and your legs hanging off the edge so he can have you there. despite him giving you head, he's the one that's louder. he whines as he sucks on your clit, he gasps when he prods at your entrance with his tongue, the cold metal of his tongue piercing making you whine too, wiggling your hips.

much to your dismay, daisuke pulls away. you sit up and look at him, confused. he looked up into your eyes and pouts, his chin and lips, even the tip of your nose, glistening in the dim led lights of the room.

"you're so fuckin' sweet!" he puts his chin on your knee, resting his head there for a minute. "it was like...perfect!" you knew he had to have been lying. all you had eaten was whatever the fuck curly those machines in the lounge made and cans of soup, you were in no way having a healthy, balanced diet, but you still appreciated the sentiment.

[twdfemmefetal]

Crush

Summary: Wait, who has a crush on you? A confession from Maggie makes you second guess every interaction you’ve had with a certain man.

Era: Quarry, Prison

Warnings: MDNI, Fluff, Angst, Violence, Swearing, physical altercation, reader gets hurt, strangulation.

You couldn’t tell if you heard her right as you stared blankly at Maggie’s mouth moving. “What?” You asked again, as if you couldn’t process what she had just told you.

“Daryl said he likes you.” She let out with a chuckle as she looked away from you and out into the distance of the guard tower. You swallowed hard feeling your mouth suddenly run dry, trying to slow your breathing. You didn’t know what to say, you were completely thrown off with this confession.

“How do you know? Who told you?” Maggie softly gazed at you from over her shoulder, amused at your now eager tone, “Daryl told Rick, Rick told Glenn, Glenn told me.” Your hands clammed up and you felt a bit uneasy knowing Daryl’s secret was now spreading around unbeknownst to him. You had always thought Daryl was cute, attractive, handsome-honestly you really liked him, but you knew the odds of it working out were slim, especially because of the way he acted around you.

Every moment you had with him seemed to be nothing but annoying to the archer, when you would ask him questions, try to get to know him. You didn’t think Daryl had any feelings at all towards people. He was cold, distant, but hearing the sudden confession made your heart swoon and pound into your ribcage. You tried to recall every single interaction you had with him, when you could have possibly missed the signs?

⭒

You couldn't help but shiver at the night breeze, mentally cursing yourself for giving Lori your only blanket before night time. She was pregnant-you would practically be signing yourself to damnation if you didn't do something to stop her whines and shivers due to how chilly the weather was getting, especially during nightfall.

But now, you were slowly regretting the decision and would have been fine now that you think about it, going to hell. Bet it would be nice and warm there.

"Ya cold?" Your thoughts were interrupted by a familiar southern drawl as you turned around and saw Daryl, leaned up against a tree, watching you. How long had he been there? With a raised eyebrow at his sudden shift of attention to you, you responded.

"No." liar.

"er', looks like ya need it more than me." Daryl grumbled softly and handed you his signature red flannel.

You muttered a quick thanks and took it, grateful for his hunter like observation skills.

As the night went on, the flannel wasn't enough, you were freezing as the temperature dropped significantly in the last few hours. Daryl eventually sighed as he got up from his seating position by the tree and started walking over to you softly.

"git' up," you looked at him with an arched brow and a puzzled expression while you got up from the ground. Daryl slumped down onto the spot and placed his back on the rock you had been leaning on.

"come er'" he grunted as he signaled for you to sit in between his legs. You couldn’t help but blush slightly as did he. Daryl’s ears were practically hot to the touch, never in his life did he think he would be doing this for anyone let alone you.

"Daryl I-"

"m' tired of hearin' yer teeth chatterin', come er' woman."His tone was laced in annoyance, instantly shutting you up. You softly positoned yourself in between his legs, feeling Daryl tense up but quickly relaxing after hearing you sigh in content after he wrapped his arms around you-- along with the big blanket he had been hoarding all to himself...bastard

⭒

The only good thing about being camped by a quarry, was having the opportunity to sun bathe and swim anytime you wanted. You knew it was the end of the world and the last thing you should probably think about was going for a swim, in a walker infested forest but you really needed some sense of normality in the world, so as part of a routine to keep some form of sanity in your life, you made it a habit of being able to sun bathe and take a quick dip in the quarry whenever you had any free time in the day.

After slipping into a black two piece swimsuit, you slowly made your way into the secluded part of the quarry that you always swam in, not wanting anyone to disturb your peace and wanting some more privacy from the others in the group, especially after you found shane watching you from his spot on top of the R.V. 'supposedly' keeping watch.

"Damn girl! wanna get out of there and put on a show for yer' ol' pal Merle?" You heard the familiar southern drawl of the older Dixon who managed to catcall you and every other woman in the group any chance he got.

While rolling your eyes, you turned around in the water and moved your hair to the left side of your body slowly ringing it out of excess water.

"Fuck you Dixon."

"girl's got a mouth on her huh' lil brotha, I bet I can shut her up real good if I shove-" Merle was cut off by the younger Dixon, before he could finish his disgusting rebuttle.

"Shut up Merle, les' go." You couldnt help but give the younger Dixon a soft smile as he gazed upon you once more before turning around, crossbow slung over his shoulder, and making sure the older one followed.

"Ill be back for your sweet ass later darlin'" You flipped off the older Dixon and popped your head back into the cool water once more.

To your suprise, just a few minutes later, you heard someone apporaching the Quarry once more and you fully expected it to be Merle until you looked up and saw Daryl.

"Hey Daryl." Your cheerful tone, and welcoming smile made him ease into your prescence. Daryl was used to always being on edge and ready to enter fight or flight mode with everyone else but you, he could practically feel all his tension dissipate from his body, once he knew you were close.

"shouldn' be er' alone ya know?" Daryl’s tone was laced with concern as he watched you swim through his harden gaze. You smirked and quirked your eyebrow at him.

"Aww Daryl, you don't need to be worried about me." You pouted at him playfully, while batting your long eyelashes. Daryl couldn't help but feel his lips tug into a smirk as he shook his head.

"Sun's settin'... ya should get out soon before ya end up bein' walker meat." You could see his face flash with concern as he looked up at the sky and around cautiously for any sort of threat. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at how overbearing he was being and splashed him with some water, catching him completely off guard.

"Nope, Im good."

Daryl squinted his eyes, not feeling in the mood to play anymore, especially when he was concerned about your safety.

"M'serious girl, ain't gonna help ya later when yer ass gets attacked by the livin' dead."

"Why dont you come in here and make me."

And with that Daryl groaned waiting to call your bluff,

“Fine, ain’t my fault if ya end up bein’ dinner for em.” Daryl turned on his heels, expecting you to get out but he turned around once more and saw you swim further into the quarry and away from the shore.

Daryl groaned to himself in annoyance and started with his boots. You were the only woman he would do this for, only woman he would chase.

So when you heard the light splash of water and ripples coming from Daryl who was now fully immersed in the water and coming after you, you smirked to yourself and playfully splashed as much water towards him as you could until he was now wrapping his arms around you, pulling you towards the shore. You were now in a full belly laugh as you saw his long wet hair covering his face, but what really caught your attention was the flash of his toothy grin, and a small twinkle in his blue eyes behind the curtain of wavy brown locks.

⭒

Okay, maybe you had just been completley clueless at all the other times he had offered you some of his own dinner, water, and clothes to keep you warm, fed, and safe.

God how could you not have noticed? You couldnt help but chuckle at the thought of how clueless you had been. Daryl had never been like that with anyone else, and for that you were slightly glad about, you couldn't imagine how possesive you would have gotten if he acted kindly to every other woman in the group.

After your shift was up, and sunrise was now making the clouds cascade with red and orange hues, you felt a sudden feeling of mixed anxiety and nervousness. How should you act now that you know his secret? What do you do about it? Your mind had now been full of so many questions and thoughts that needed answers, so your feet naturally dragged you towards the only person who could give you answers. You headed toward the ward office that daryl had been occupying as his room.

You wiped your sweaty palms on your jean shorts as you raised your trembling fist preparing to softly knock on the door.

You heard some shuffling and movement along with a "com' in,” , allowing you entry. Even the sound of his grumbles made you weak to your knees.

You slowly but hesitantly twisted the door knob as you timidly made your way in the office room. Daryls eyes widen seeing you emerge from behind the doorway. He quickly got up from his laying position on the cot he was sleeping on and looked up at you more awake then ever.

"Morning Daryl, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something that's been on my mind?" Daryl swallowed hard at your timidness, never seeing you act like this before, you were confident, and energetic, this was a whole other demenour you've never carried, so he was worried.

"was' wrong?" Daryl tensed up, ready to kill someone for you if he had to.

"nothing's wrong daryl, opposite to that actually.." you couldn't help but giggle at his tone that was laced with concern over nothing.

"Do you like me?" You asked rather bluntly, catching him off guard. Daryl blinked at you with no words, not knowing how to react.

"what? nah." Tensing up and letting out a dry cough "who told ya that?" he chuckled lightheartedly, hoping to ease the tension in the room.

Your heart softly sank at how he quickly brushed it off. "Oh, no one in particular.." You shifted on another foot now feeling beyond humiliated. "alright, that answers my questions.... Im sorry to bother you, I hope I didnt make you uncomfortable." You couldn't help but stammer out, now assuming your face was probably fully flushed red.

"I's alrigh', ya didn' make me feel any sorta way.. don' lose sleep over it." Your lips formed into a thin line as you softly nodded to him.

"okay then, see you around." and with that you turned to your heels, making sure to close the door softly behind you.

Daryl sighed in dissapointment, as he laid his head back on the bed. Regretting not having the balls to admit his true feelings to you.

⭒

A few days had passed since the confrotation you had with Daryl, he avoided you like the plague. You were beyond humiliated by the whole ordeal but tried not to let it affect you. It was harder said than done, every corner you turned, as soon as Daryl's gaze connected to yours, he made sure to walk the other way, or use any excuse he had to make sure not to be in the same room as you.

Rick has asked you to go on a run with Daryl but to your suprise, Glenn was the one that showed up in his place. Your heart sank, feeling awful for how uncomfortable you might have made him feel to the point that he was willingly avoiding you any chance he had.

"Did daryl not want to come with me?" You softly asked Glenn as he looked at you through in between the shelves. His gaze turned pitiful, as he avoided eyes. "He didn't say that.. Just said he was busy." You nodded and continued with the task at hand, knowing any sort of distractions could be life or death at this point.

As you scavanged more shelves your eyes caught sight of movement just behind the register counter, you quickly drew your gun in an attempt to get the person to surrender. "Hey, come out with your arms above your head!" Glenn was quick to reach your side as he held his own gun up as your backup. You motioned your head to behind the counter and Glenn nodded, understanding that the person might be dangerous and armed, who was crouched behind it.

"Youre cornered asshole." Glenn said coming around the corner of the counter, gun raised. The quick movement alarmed the person, who quickly jumped up and tried to get the gun from Glenn.

You ran over only to be elbowed hard in the stomach from their rough tassle. "what the fuck." You were winded but the adrenaline was kicking in, and you weren't gonna sit down to catch your breath, not when Glenn was in danger.

You quickly tried to tackle the guy by putting your own gun around his neck, using it to try to suffocate him, this action only angered him as he swung his arms back, leaving a pretty shinner on your cheekbone. He took advantage of the opportunity of distraction and quickly pulled you to the ground by your shirt collar and wrapping his rough hands around your neck, choking you.

You felt tears and a burning sensation in your lungs as your vision soon clouded, almost instantly feeling the lack of oxygen get to your head. You tried to pull him off but failed miserably, before he could do more damage, you heard the bang of a gun go off followed with a splater of blood on your face. Causing the man to fall limp ontop of you.

With whatever strength you had, you managed to throw the man off of you and gasp for air, finally being able to see clearly now. "Holy shit, are you okay?" Glenn came around and helped you up, you nodded and flashed him a small smile. "Thank you, I've been better, now lets get the fuck out of here before walkers show up."

⭒

The drive back to the prison was miserable, you pulled the passenger sun visor mirror down and looked over your now bruised neck and cheekbone. Your neck looked worse than your face, seems the blow to your cheek wasnt as bad as the stranglation but, that was the closest call you’ve had to death, and you were shocked it wasn't a walker that almost took you down.

This is gonna be fun to explain

As the gates of the prison opened up and Rick and Carl were the first to approach you both, Ricks eyes flashed with concern when he saw your now purple finger markings around your neck and bruised up cheekbone. "We ran into a guy who went batshit on us but we took care of the problem." Rick's eyes softened as he looked you over, "Im good, dont worry about it." You flashed him your signature bright smile through the pain and helped unload the car of supplies.

As you were about to pick up a duffle bag, Rick intercepted,

"Ive got it, you deserve a few days off after that." Rick signaled to your neck, "Should get that checked out by hershel just in case." With a quick nod, you headed toward the prison cell block and straight to Hershel’s cell.

"So how bad is it?" you softly winced, as Hershel carefully examined your now tender neck.

"there will be swelling and bruising for a while, you might get a bit of a sore throat— seems he really got a hold on ya. Cheekbone is fine, might bruise up as well. Just take it easy on the talkin' and make sure to stay hydrated." You nodded and thanked him, softly getting up from the cot and making your way out of the cell.

Slowly walking up the stairs to your own cell, your eyes connected with Daryl's who seemed to already be fixated on you as he was on his way down from his guard room. You quickly avoided his lingering gaze and headed into your cell to relax.

Just as you were about to relax you heard a grunt at your door. You didn't have to really guess who it was, Daryl's presence was pretty much indistinguishable from others. "Come in." You said hoarsly, as the effects of the choking were now more prominent than ever.

"Heard what happen’d ,ya okay?" Daryl’s eyes flashed with concern as he quickly looked down at the marks around your neck. He inched a bit closer to you and softly brushed his knuckles to your cheek, so tenderly, as if he was afraid to hurt you. You couldn't help but instantly relax in his touch.

“I shoulda’ been there.” Daryl said just barley above a whisper.

“Im okay Daryl, plus it’s not your fault.” You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at him blaming himself.

"You weren't even there." You chuckled once more and slowly pulled away from his touch.

Daryl looked back at you, eyes a bit watery, as if he was going to cry catching you by suprise.

"Yeah, I wasn't even there. I should'a been." He ran a hand over his face tiredly and leaned up againist the wall. "Told Glenn to cover meh', didn't know how to talk to ya after the other day."

Your ears perked up, your face flushed a bit remembering the humilitating moment of trying to ask him if he liked you. "Im sorry Daryl, I seriously didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-" You couldn't finish your sentence when you felt Daryl's soft lips smash onto yours with haste.

The kiss was tender, soft and sweet. You instantly melted into his touch as you felt his rough calloused hands on your hips, pulling you closer to his embrace.

After what felt like a heavenly few minutes of passionate kissing, Daryl pulled away, gasping for air as he leaned his forehead against your own. "I love ya, was too damn scared to tell ya before but I know what I want now. I want you, and I aint losin' ya." Your lip curled up into a smirk and you leaned back in once more to capture him in a chaste kiss, eager for his lips.

“I knew it! Bastard you made me think otherwise.” Daryl chuckled while tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, that managed to fall over your face.

“Seriously now who told ya I like ya?”

“Not telling you a damn thing.”

[sugar-grigri]

Do you think we’ll at least see Asa’s perspective or thoughts on what Yoru has done to Denji? Especially with Yoru’s last statement in chapter 192? It just feels to jarring to see Yoru without any interference or anger from Asa. I’m sure that Asa likes Denji, but I don’t think she would want to pursue Denji like that. I think that logically Asa would want to scare Denji away. Isn’t Yoru’s deal finished? Yoru said she wanted to beat Chainsawman, she technically DID, so by logic Asa should get her body back, no?

I!!!!!! Don’t!!!!!! KNOW!!!!!!!!!!! 😢😢

I've got one side optimistic and the other very pessimistic on this point.

By the way, my recent theory on Asa may be disillusionment, as I refuse to accept what Fujimoto has done with his character.

So here are two answers:

If I'm being pessimistic, even though I'm hoping for more of Asa's POV, I don't think we'll get it.

Fujimoto had a very weird writing style, after the chapter where Yoru masturbates Denji (it's very crude said like that but hey), Asa's only reaction is to be afraid that Denji thinks she's an easy girl

And I admit I was like: HUH ????

What kind of reaction is this?

Either 1) Fujimoto is very based, and shows that Asa whether by her possession by Yoru - her age is unaware of her aggression. That she is once again more focused on her image than on protecting herself.

2) Either Fujimoto considers that he hasn't written an assault scene. I hope this isn't the case, otherwise a lot of CSM's narratives would fall apart, but I think we can get this impression precisely from Asa's lack of reaction/anger/disgust at everything Yoru has done.

Honestly, it all depends on the next chapters, so I can't say for sure.

If I'm being optimistic, maybe we'll get that reaction, but it doesn't really resemble Fujimoto's writing style, which likes scenes to stand on their own.

On the other hand, Asa's future development and actions can deepen his feelings and help us understand her point of view.

The absence of Asa is so glaring that I'm surprised it's a flaw in CSM and not something the reader focuses on.

As for your last two questions, I have to admit that we're in total limbo.

For me, Asa probably doesn't want to haggle over her first time for obvious reasons, but if we're very pessimistic, we could say that she shares Yoru's feelings on this point.

But if I'm being optimistic, I have a more precise reading Yoru wants to sleep with Denji IF he accomplishes her new objective, and since Asa doesn't share this objective, mathematically, she doesn't want to sleep with Denji like that.

As for Yoru's aim of defeating CSM, technically she didn't, and I have to admit that the previous arc is completely muddled on this subject: to the point where I didn't even understand why Yoru was fighting him any more.

In any case, she couldn't completely annihilate him because the devil of aging intervened.

But it's messy again, for example how do we explain that Yoru now has the goal of going after his big sister? The devil of death?

The only explanation is: the law of the strongest

Yoru has gained the upper hand over CSM, and his feelings for him, as well as his superiority in terms of power, allow him to consider turning him into a weapon.

He's a potential weapon, not an enemy

Yoru is the war devil, she needs opposition and fighting, so her next enemy is the death devil.

And when you think about it, I think that's exactly how Fami thought, which is why she insisted that Yoru had to beat the black CSM

1) for Yoru to change her objective on her own (no need to manipulate her)

2) Fami had prepared the ground with the fire demon to give her the means to have this power.

In short, nothing but grey areas! Let's hope Fujimoto doesn't go down a disappointing road!

[lyracarvahall]

HeartBeat Sync Part 32

Getting Ready To Go

TRIGGER WARNINGS: unprotected sex (bad), gentle lovemaking, body worship, oral (f!receiving)

After swiftly crashing after returning to the hotel suite, Y/N woke up to find herself entangled between San and Yeosang in her master suite. She didn't remember them ending up here, but that may have been due to drinking a bit too much celebratory champagne the night before.

She remembered bits and pieces of the previous night. Sitting around and talking. Drinking. Mingi causing a ruckus about something. She remembered requesting to see the pictures but Hongjoong said there was a surprise and she would see them soon. Curious.

Sensing she was awake, San pulled her closer and snuggled into her hair. He looked so adorable and pouty in his sleep. It made it very hard not to kiss those lips but she didn't want to wake him up. Yeosang startled awake and saw the scene in front of him.

"Morning sweetheart. I am going to go make some tea for this headache. Did you want anything?" He stroked her side with his delicate fingers.

"No thank you. I don't think I will be released for a while and honestly am embracing the extra sleep." Y/N slowly turned in San's embrace until she was able to look at Yeosang. She tried to do it slowly but still the gentle giant was disturbed.

"Don't go." San whined softly.

Yeosang shook his head, bending to give Y/N a quick kiss on the lips before leaving the bedroom. It was sad to see him go but a nice view as he left. He turned to wink at her as he closed the door.

San began to wiggle behind her, pulling her impossibly closer, breath soft in her ear. The warmth of him swiftly pulled her back into a sweet sleep.

She woke once again to soft kisses being placed on her neck and hands grazing her belly. God it felt good. Sensing her response, he moaned softly in her ear.

"Mmm good morning angel." One arm wrapped in a bear hug and the other played with the hem of her sleep shorts. She ground back against him and he took that as an invitation, dipping his hand down further while squeezing her breast.

"Sannie."Y/N sighed as he inched his hand down to where she wanted it most. Softly rubbing her clit, he moaned in her ear.

"Already so wet for me darling. My god you are beautiful." With that, he pulled her shorts off and laid her on her back, hovering over her. The look of love in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.

"I am so glad you didn't leave us. I don't know what I would have done." His hand gently stroked her face and he leaned down to graze his lips across hers. "I know this is all new and happening fast but I know how I feel and I know that you know too." He kissed her again, this time pouring all of his love and devotion into it and through the bond.

Tears welled in her eyes and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

"I'm so sorry baby. I won't leave you. I love you."

Y/N moaned as San began kissing her neck. Slowly lifting her shirt, his kisses softly made their way down her body, each kiss echoed by words of affirmation. "So soft." "So beautiful" "Look at these curves." "Look how beautiful my mark is on you." This last statement was made with a bit of a growl in his voice.

"Ah Sannie you feel so good." Y/N whimpered as she now writhed, naked, under his touch.

"Mmm darling I am just worshipping the goddess that you are." His kisses had reached the apex of her thighs. Quickly scooting backwards so he was now standing at the end of her bed. Grabbing her ass, he slid her body down the bed, lifting her pussy so it hovered in front of his face as he stood. He held her as if she weighed nothing.

Staring at her as he slowly lifted her to his lips, she left a slap of sudden lust that had her gasping. "That's my girl." Without any further hesitation, he dove in and began slowly licking her, seeming to savor every taste. Being unable to wiggle too much in his strong grasp, Y/N grabbed her breasts and tried to restrain her moans from how good his kitten licks felt.

Resting her ass on his pecs, he maneuvered one hand around to where his hand lay on her belly and his thumb circled her clit harshly. With her pelvis sandwiched between his cheat and his strong hand, she was unable to add to the friction. His tongue dove deep into her, its curving strokes driving her closer and closer to bliss.

"Oh god San! So good! Just like that." She tried to keep her volume down but it was getting harder to do as she was reaching her peak.

"Mmm good girl helping me take care of you. We need to be quiet, alright? Don't want the others woken up." His voice vibrating against her folds just kept her on edge. She nodded and he quickly dove back in, increasing his pace and tightening his grip. "Come on baby. Give it to me."

She gasped harshly as his words pulled her over the precipice. Waves of pleasure overcame her and San gently placed her body back on the bed as he placed a soft kiss on the inside of each thigh. Climbing back over her, his face wet with her release, he kissed his way back up her body until their mouths collided once again. He groaned as the kiss deepened.

"Are you ready for me pretty girl?" He looked at her with an intense stare as she felt him line himself up with her.

"Yes" she whispered. She kept eye contact with him and saw the pupils dilate in his chocolate eyes as he entered her. He stretched her in the best way.

"Oh my god angel. I feel you. This is incredible." He began to rock into her slowly, grabbing one of her thighs to change the angle. No other words needed to be said as they could feel everything between each other. As his pace increased, he kept looking at her face, watching every micro-reaction and adjusting accordingly to idealize her pleasure.

"Baby, I need you to cum for me. I'm so close." he said in a soft voice bordering on a whine. His desperation was what it took to drive her over the edge once again. He swiftly followed, pulling her into an embrace while grunting in her ear. "Oh my fucking god."

Returning his embrace, Y/N kissed up and down the column of his neck until the aftershocks faded.

"Oh my god Sannie...that was..." "Incredible" he said while muffled by her pillow.

She giggled as he peppered her neck in kisses. "Come here baby." He picked her up, still connected, and carried her to the bathroom. Starting up the shower, he placed her on the bench on the far side so she would not be pelted by the cold water. It was hard not to stare at the god standing in front of her. He was divine and he knew it. He smirked at her as he noticed her watching.

"Come here baby. The water is warm now." He held her hand and guided her under the water stream, turning Y/N so her hair was under it. Once he was satisfied, he washed her hair and conditioned it, peppering her face and neck with kisses and praising her. As he washed her body with the washcloth, he got down on his knees, making sure every inch was washed and worshipped.

Once she was completely clean, she returned the favor. Running her hands over every sculpted part, she wondered what she had ever done to be this lucky. Washing his hair, she turned the sudsy hair into a mohawk and they both let out belly laughs. After both were clean, they towelled off and kissed over and over. She couldn't get enough.

San sighed and looked down at her. "Darling, as much as I would love to stay like this all day and exploring every inch of you, we need to talk about how to get you home and ready to come home with us." That last part was said with an increasingly wide smile.

"Do we have to right now?" San faced them both towards the mirror and wrapped both his arms around her neck.

"Yes baby. We will just have to sneak some more time together in the new house." He shot her a wink, released her, and left the room. She hurried and got dressed to try to get going. Grabbing her phone, she saw it was already 10 am. Running into the living area, she saw all of the other members already had their bags packed and piled by the front door. The clothing racks that had travelled with them were in the front lobby.

Y/N began to panic with all she had left to do. "Oh my god guys I am so behind! I was supposed to schedule studio time today and I haven't packed and I have to book a flight home and..."

Yunho got up and grabbed her shoulders. "Baby! It's okay! Hongjoong scheduled an afternoon flight for tonight so you can go home and gather your stuff. TYou can pack and use Hongjoong's studio when you get back since you only need to polish the track up right? We have a week before we have to be home baby. Don't worry. You aren't burdening or inconveniencing anyone. It is OKAY." He offered Y/N a soft smile and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

She sighed in relief and nodded. "Sorry guys. Just a lot at once. I can use the studio anywhere I guess." The guys chuckled. "I can help you pack if you want honey." Yeosang offered while sipping his tea.

"No no it's okay. I've got it. Thank you though. She ran up and kissed Yeosang's cheek before walking back to her room to gather all her stuff. After packing the few items that were strewn around her master suite, she brought her bag and placed it with the others.

Hongjoong looked up from where he was texting on the sofa. "You ready to go home, firebird?"

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Taglist: @vtyb23 @addi-3 @nuggiesnuggetdog04 @yeosangsluthousewife @tyungelic @psychosupernatural @mygsis @mrsminseochoi

[t4t-scout]

can't stand this guy I need him carnally 💙

Tagging cuz they asked ahah - @transgender-scout

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Me, You, and Baby, Too

Summary: You and Joel have always wanted kids, but didn't want to rush into having them until you both were ready. After a surprise at his job, Joel realizes there's nothing more he wants to do than put a baby in you as soon as he gets home.

Pairing: Husband!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected p in v sex (it's baby making time, so hush), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, big ole fat and nasty breeding kink (.... don't look at me it's bad), creampie, cum play, talks of starting a family, calling Joel "Daddy" (in the sense you want to have his babies, but also 🤷🏼‍♀️), Sweet soft Joel who loves his wife and would give her the universe if he could, honestly with just the way Joel is talking about makin' babies, I think I'm pregnant

A/N: It's that time of the month where Madeline ovulates and writes feral breeding kink smut!!! 🤪 Okay I am so nervous to post this because I have never written for Joel before and I'm worried it's trash with a capital T, but after re-watching TLOU, I need 2003 Joel Miller carnally, so here we are. This is also inspired by @mrsmando post about 2003 Joel Miller constantly keeping you barefoot and pregnant because it made me unwell, and no lies were told. (thanks for ruining my life mimi) 🤠 ANYWHO I hope you guys like it, and if not, I'll shut up and go back to writing Javi and Frankie and pretend like this didn't happen

There were a lot of stereotypical answers that you expected from your husband when you asked him how his day at work had been:  

“Good.” 

“Fine.” 

“Long.” 

“My knees are killin’ me.” 

“Tommy did somethin’ fuckin’ stupid again.” 

“Better now that I’m home with you.” 

So when Joel arrived home today after a new job he had started with Tommy on a bathroom renovation, there were few things that could have prepared you for the response your husband had when you asked him how his day had gone. 

“Hey, honey. How was your day today?” You smiled, watching Joel stroll in through your front door, kicking off his work boots at the entryway, beginning to put away his things before strolling into the kitchen to greet you. 

“Pretty good." He paused, leaning in for a quick kiss before making his way over to the closet before speaking again. "Saw a real cute baby today.” 

You could practically feel your heart skip a beat as you looked up from the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner, tightening the grip you had around your knife to make sure you didn’t drop it in shock. 

Out of all the things for Joel to bring up on the first day at a new job, a cute baby had been at the top of the list.

Not floor plans. 

Not timelines for the project.

Not something stupid that Tommy did. 

Not even what he had done today on the job. 

The top news that Joel Miller had to report back to you about his day was the sighting of a cute baby. 

You and Joel had always agreed that you’d wanted kids, and your husband had been not only adamant, but genuinely excited at the prospect of becoming a dad. But only being a little less than a year into your marriage, the two of you had decided you didn’t want to rush into anything, and when the time felt right, you’d both know it. 

But one by one, as your friends began to announce their pregnancies, baby showers, and pictures of their adorable newborns, you couldn’t help but deny the baby fever starting to burn hotter and hotter inside you with every passing day. 

You’d brought it up in passing a few times with Joel, talking about your friends who had kids, or a cute mom and her children you saw walking around in your neighborhood, and while he had always had a positive response to what you had to say, you just had a feeling that now just wasn’t the time for the two of you yet, and that was okay.  

But here you were, standing in your kitchen, jaw practically scraping the ground at the notion that your husband had dropped just about the least subtle hint ever that babies weren’t just at the forefront of your mind- they were on his, too. 

“Awh, really?” You asked, shaking your head to snap out of your shocked state, returning back to dice the onion you had been working on before Joel could turn around to see you after finishing hanging up his things in the closet, trying to subtly coax more information out of him. 

“Yeah.” He smiled, joining you in the kitchen, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to his chest for a soft kiss to greet you, “The family we’re startin’ the bathroom reno for just moved in. Had their first baby a few months ago and just hadn’t had time to work on fixin’ things.” 

“So they’re already putting the baby to work with you and Tommy?” You teased, raising an eyebrow at Joel playfully, giving him a quick peck back on the lips as he laughed at your sass. 

“Cheap labor.” Joel shrugged back, playing into the joke, “Nah, she woke up from her nap while Tommy and I were runnin’ through some measurements so her mom brought her out for the last lil bit we were there. She was damn cute, too. Just smilin’ and laughin’ at everything.” 

You were glad Joel’s arm was still wrapped around your hip, because you were convinced if it wasn’t, you were about to melt to the floor into a puddle, watching how soft and sweet Joel was talking about a cute, smiling baby. 

“Well a cute baby definitely sounds like a very nice perk of being on the job.” You smirked, trying to play it cool enough to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest. 

“Yeah.” Joel replied softly, quietly pausing for a moment, watching the gears turning in his brain, carefully calculating his words before he spoke. 

“You okay?” You asked, looking up at Joel, knowing your husband well enough that he had something on his mind he was trying to work up the confidence to spit out. 

Joel looked back down at you, big brown eyes locking with yours as his grip around your waist tightened ever so slightly, tongue swiping against his plush bottom lip as he took a long, deep breath in and slow exhale out.  

“Honey, what is it?” You asked again, now slightly concerned with how nervous your husband looked in his stoic silence, reaching up to gently wrap your fingers around his arm, thumb stroking his skin. 

“I want one.” 

You froze, worried that your heart may have actually stopped as you looked at Joel, making sure that you had really just heard what he had said. 

“W-what?” 

“I want one. A baby. I- I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked about it, but I’ve been thinkin’ about it a lot, and seein’ that baby today, it just- shit, I just couldn’t stop picturin’ what it would be like to have one of our own I guess.” 

If you weren’t a puddle before, you sure as fuck were now.  

An overwhelming sensation of nerves and excitement began thrumming through your veins, your heart beat pounding in your ears as your face grew warm and a smile started to spread between your cheeks. You were almost certain you had to be dreaming, asking again to make sure that someone needed to come and wake you up and send you back to reality. 

“Joel… Really?” 

“Yeah, really. Nothin’ I want more. I know I ain’t gonna even be close to the perfect dad, but I know you’ll be sucha good mom, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want some tiny lil versions of us runnin’ around. Couldn’t think of anything that would make me happier than that. Like I said, I know that we ain’t talked about in a while, and if ya aren’t ready yet that’s okay but I-” 

Before Joel could even finish the rest of his thought, you were pressing up to plant your lips to his with passionate intensity, hands roaming up his chest before cupping his jaw and the scratchy stubble of his cheeks while your stomach flipped with arousal and want, already feeling a damp patch beginning to pool in the cotton of your underwear. 

You pulled away, kisses traveling along his jawline and up his neck until you were nipping at his ear, the hot breath of your words whispering against his skin. 

“You wanna make a baby, Joel Miller?” 

“Fuck-” Joel groaned, reaching his other arm around you grab at your ass, pulling you in tight enough to feel the bulge beginning to grow under the denim of his worn jeans, pressing against your thigh.

“‘Cause there’s nothing that I want more than to make you a daddy.” You smirked, looking up to watch Joel’s eyes darken with lust, jaw going slack as a low groan rumbled in his chest, his once half hard cock now fully erect and straining against his zipper, trying to keep from giggling watching your husband try to string together any sort of thoughts to speak. 

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ-” He moaned, running his hand over his face to try and regain his composure to keep from busting right then and there. “You- fuck, you sure, baby?” 

“Mhmmmm. Don’t think I’ve ever been so sure of anything in my whole life. So sure,” you paused, softly pressing your lips to his between words, “that I think we should go make one right now.” 

Your adamant confirmation was all it took to set off something almost animalistic in Joel, crashing his lips back into yours in a messy clash of tongues and teeth, gripping his hands under your thighs to hoist you up around his hips and lock your legs behind the small of his back. Without ever letting your mouths part, Joel was already halfway to the bedroom before you had even realized it, playfully giggling at how frantically he was carrying you down the hallway, your bodies bumping against the walls and door frames, too focused on desperate and needy kisses for any sort of spatial awareness. 

Finally reaching your bed, Joel carefully laid you down, letting your back fall into the mattress, leaving your lower half to hang off the edge before your husband was on his knees, settling himself between your parted thighs. 

You sat up on your elbows, watching as Joel tightened his grip around the meat of your legs, peppering kisses up the inside of each across your soft skin before coming face to face with your core, planting another soft kiss there before letting his fingers ghost over your heat, still covered by your jeans. 

He rapidly worked at the button of your pants, shuffling them down off your hips to reveal your underwear, now absolutely soaked with arousal from the prospect alone of Joel knocking you up and carrying his baby. 

“Jesus Christ, baby girl, look at ‘cha.” Joel tutted, admiring how the cotton of your underwear clung to the outline of your cunt, sticking to the puffy and swollen lips of your pussy from how wet you were. “Haven’t even touched ya yet. This all for me, darlin’?” 

Just as you began to try and answer, Joel took one of his fingers, barely dragging it over the damp fabric before beginning to rub soft circles over your covered clit, eliciting a pathetic whimper from you at the electric sensation.  

“F-fuck- It’s all for you, b-baby.” You stammered, moaning even louder as a second finger joined the first, pressing more pressure into you sensitive nub as he nudged each of your legs to drape over his shoulders, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your underwear, making you instinctually lift your hips as he yanked them off your legs to crumple in a messy pile with your pants. 

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen.” Joel mewled, running his fingers up and down through the weeping seams of your folds, toying with your entrance while draping his arm across your hips to hold your squirming lower half in place. “Wants me to fuck her full of me and fill her up so bad, huh?” 

“P-please, Joel. Want you to fill me up so badly.” You whimpered, staring down at your husband, a devilish grin spread across his face, licking his lips as his eyes darted back and forth between your blissed out face and the glistening mess between your thighs. 

“I will sweetheart, promise. Gotta taste you first though, baby. Gotta make sure you’re nice n’ready for me. ‘Cause once we start, I ain’t lettin’ you outta this bed ‘till I knock you up.” 

With that, Joel was diving between your legs, lapping you up in long and firm strokes, pressing against your clit in the way he knew would make you fall apart under his tongue. While he would have loved to have spend hours just like this, making you writhe under his touch, drinking up your arousal like a wandering man parched in the heat of the desert, Joel had one thing on his mind, and one thing only- 

To get you pregnant.   

Joel began to intensify the pace of his tongue, swirling and sucking around your clit as two of his thick fingers pushed into your heat, sliding in and out of your entrance with ease from how wet and worked up you were. Curling his fingers ever so slightly, you cried out as Joel bumped against your g-spot, pushing against the soft, spongy spot as his tongue worked its magic. 

You could feel the arousal shooting through your veins, heat beginning to bloom in your stomach as Joel fucked you with his fingers and mouth, shooting your hand down to grab fistfulls of his thick, brown hair to brace yourself for your impending orgasm. 

“J-Joel, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, I’m c-close. Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.” You whined, pussy beginning to flutter around Joel’s fingers, the tightening only egging him on further to get you to cross the finish line. 

With just a little more pressure of his tongue, Joel could feel your cunt clamping down around his digits, watching the pleasure shoot through your body as you came, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami. 

As you reached your high, Joel drank up your arousal, not faltering in his pace, too focused on your pretty cries of his name being chanted like a prayer to do anything but keep going and making you feel good. 

Truth be told, Joel had gotten so lost between your thighs, the only thing stopping him was the tensing feeling between his, so pussy drunk and determined to fuck you full of him that he was worried he was about to cum too if he didn’t stop. 

Pulling off you, Joel frantically stood up, racing to undo his belt and jeans, yanking them down his legs in tandem with his boxers as his cock slapped against his stomach, precum already pearling from his tip, desperate to be inside of you. His shirt quickly followed his pants, ripping it over his head as his broad body caged yours under him, helping you to scoot back on the bed until your head hit the pillows, trailing kisses up and down your body the whole way. 

As Joel kissed and nipped at your skin, you quickly shuffled off your top and bra, leaving you bare beneath him, moaning as his tongue flicked against each of your newly exposed pebbled nipples, grouping your breast and kneading the soft flesh in his palms. 

Even though you had just came, you could already feel your cunt starting to clench around nothing, desperate to feel Joel inside of you, to stretch you out with his thick cock and fuck you until you couldn’t think straight. But with the way your chest was heaving and breath shaking from your orgasm, you could barely muster out the words you wanted. 

“J-Joel, p-please, baby. P-please.” 

You snaked your hand between your bodies to reach for Joel’s cock, wrapping your fingers around his length and swiping your thumb over his leaking tip, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you stroked him, trying to guide him to slide between your legs and ease your ache. 

Lowering his hips, you moved your hand and let his replace it, Joel pumping himself a few times before guiding his tip between your folds, collecting your slick to coat his cock, using every last ounce of self-control he had as his eyes locked with yours, wanting to see your face as he pushed inside you. 

“Please, what, darlin’?” Joel teased, knowing damn well what you were begging for. 

“Need to feel you, Joel. Need you to put a baby in me.” You moaned, reaching up to grab his face, your palm rubbing against his stubble as your fingers tugged on the curls at the nape of his neck. 

With one more pump, Joel lined himself up with your entrance, sliding into your heat, the sweet stretch and sting of his length making the breath hitch in the back of your throat, filling you up inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you with his tip just kissing your cervix. 

Joel couldn’t help but smirk as he watched your mouth fall open, parted lips letting a soft moan escape while your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head at the newfound sensation, giving you another moment to adjust before he began to slowly roll his hips, dragging his cock in and out of your core. 

“Christ, baby girl, so wet and tight. Like this pussy was made just for me. Made for me to fuck ya full of me until it’s got no choice but to fuckin’ take.” Joel groaned, reaching down to grab your thighs, pinning your knees to your chest, stretching you open to take Joel even deeper, practically feeling him in your stomach with the position he had you in. 

“Joel, oh my god- fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, baby. Want you to fill me up so bad.” You whimpered, Joel now beginning to pick up his pace as he thrust in and out of you, continually punching in that perfect spot over and over again, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting. 

Joel’s fingertips dug deeper into the flesh of your thighs, pushing your legs down just far enough to be chest to chest with you, the sweat dampened curls of his forehead brushing against yours as your mouths met in an electric kiss, catching each other’s muffled moans with each snap of Joel’s hips. 

“Yeah, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up? Fuck a baby into you? Let everyone see what a pretty momma you are, carryin’ our kid?” Joel grunted, picturing you, months from now, belly round and tits swollen, pregnant with your baby, wondering how many you’d let him give you, because fuck, he’d keep knocking you up until he had nothing left to give. 

Each push and pull of your bodies against each other felt more and more electric, an undeniable coil tightening in your stomach with the way Joel was pounding into you and the hairs at the base of his cock were brushing against your clit, already feeling yourself beginning to teeter on the brink of pleasure once again. 

“Yes, fuck, fuck- yes, Joel. I wanna have your baby. Want you to knock me up so I can make you a daddy. Please, baby, please.” You were all but sobbing at this point, your fingers digging into the tan and sweat sheened skin of Joel’s broad shoulders, overwhelmed by the lewd combinations of Joel’s heavy pants in your ear and wet squelching of your pussy as his pelvis flushed against yours repeatedly. 

Joel could feel you beginning to tighten around him, pussy sucking him in with its warmth and wetness, ready to clamp around his cock and milk him for all he was worth. 

“That’s it, darlin’, I know you’re close. Gotta cum for me first though, baby girl. Gotta feel ya soak me before I stuff ya so full of me, I swear t’god, you’ll be drippin’ outta me for days. So fuckin’ full that I’ll get you pregnant right now.” Joel groaned through gritted teeth, leaning back to reach and grab your leg, wrapping it around the small of his back before you lifted your other to join it, locking your ankles to keep him as close to you as possible. 

“Joel, oh my god, fuck baby, fuck, I’m gonna- fuckfuckfuck-” 

Suddenly, your orgasm was rushing through every inch of you, crying out as the pleasure hit you like a freight train, choking Joel’s cock with your pussy, unable to do anything but relish in the white hot bliss that had you nearly floating out of your own body. 

While Joel would have kept fucking you until the sun went down, the truth was he was relieved to feel you cum, spending every second since your agreement in the kitchen trying to keep from finishing until he was balls deep inside you and you were soaking his cock as you reached your high. The realization that now was his chance to make good on his promise, to fill you up and fuck a baby into you, ignited something primal, feral, in him, pounding into you at a punishing pace as he could feel himself teetering on the brink of collapse right with you. 

“That’s my girl. That’s it, cum all over my cock, baby. Shit, I’m gonna cum too, fuck- gonna fill this tight lil pussy up so goddamn much, give you a baby, make you a momma, oh fuck!” 

With one final stutter of his hips, Joel let out a strangled moan, flushing his hips against yours as he milked himself of every last drop, painting your warm, wet walls with hot ropes of his spend, making sure nothing went to waste. 

He couldn’t help but but press even further into you, plugging you with his length and fucking his cum as deep as he could into your cunt to make sure it took, collapsing on top of you with his cock still buried in your heat, letting your chests heave together in sync as you both caught your breath. 

Joel was convinced he had never cum so much in his entire life, afraid that if he pulled out, that somehow he’d have more left to give, and sure as fuck wasn’t going to risk letting anything coming out of him end up not inside of you. 

Well, not until your muffled grunt rumbled beneath him. 

 “Joel, baby, I love you but you’re kinda squishing me.” You huffed, giggling to yourself as you watched your husband come-to in real time out of his post-orgasmic state, immediately offering a half muttered apology as he rolled off you, sitting back on his knees to admire the shiny and slick mess between your legs. 

“Fuck me…” Joel murmured to himself, eyes wide as he stared at your pussy- wet, puffy and soaking with your arousal, bringing his fingers to your spent hole as he watched a dribble of his cum begin to leak out. Gently scooping it up, he collected everything he could, pressing it back into your cunt before pulling his hand out. Crawling up the bed to lay next to you, Joel wrapped you up in his arms as the little spoon, peppering ticklish kisses over your back and shoulders, making you burst into laughter. 

“Joel, stop! That tickles!” You squealed, squirming in his grasp, trying to defend yourself from his unrelenting attack of soft, plush lips and scratchy beard dancing across your skin. 

“Don’t laugh so damn hard, or all my hard work’s ‘bout to come out!” Joel teased, giving you a playful nudge, pulling you in even closer. 

“Stop making me laugh, then! Plus, I think you came enough to put quadruplets inside of me, so I think we’ll be okay.” You snorted, Joel joining in on the laughter. 

“Baby, I don’t think I’ve ever came that hard in my whole goddamn life.” Joel sighed, shrugging as you rolled your head up to look at him and that stupid goofy grin he got whenever he couldn’t contain his excitement about something. “God, I love you.” 

“I love you too, Joel.” 

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, Joel slowly bringing his arm to rest across your stomach, thumb slowly tracing careful circles on your skin. 

“You’re gonna make such a good mom. I’m the luckiest man alive that you wanna have a family with me. Still not really sure what I ever did to deserve it.” 

“Joel! You’re gonna make me cry! And this is before pregnancy hormones, ya jerk.” You tried to laugh, choking back the tears welling in your eyes. 

“Yeah, what a jerk, your husband tellin’ you how much he loves you.” He teased back, planting a long kiss on your temple, before pressing another one to your lips. Another wave of soft silence followed, watching Joel’s face scrunch in a calculated concentration. “How big of a crib you think I gotta make? I don’t know ‘bout a rockin’ chair, but a crib can’t be that hard. I gotta measure the guest room tomorrow.” 

“Honey, I don’t even know if I’m pregnant yet, you don’t need to have a crib built tomorrow.” You teased, laughing at Joel, despite the fact his mind was already thinking about a baby room and accessories had you melting. 

“Sweetheart, what did I say earlier? I ain’t lettin’ you outta this bed ‘till we know there’s a baby in there.” He smirked, nodding at his hand still splayed across your stomach, “So you better get comfortable, ‘cause if it’s up to me, there ain’t a chance in hell we’re gettin’ anything but a positive pregnancy test at the end of this month, and we'll sure need that crib nine months from now. Never hurts to get a head start."

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[muffinlance]

Consider: Post-canon Zuko wakes up in the body of his childhood self, the morning of That War Meeting. Would he still speak against the plans, knowing his fate? What do you think he would do differently the second time around?

"Turned away at the doors, Zuzu?"

"Shut up, Azula," her brother sulked. But sulked weirdly, after staring at her too long and too wide-eyed, not like she'd surprised him but--

But like he hadn't expected her to be there. At all.

He turned away. ...He turned back. "Hey, Lala? Do you think you could help me practice that one set?"

He didn't meet her eyes.

She narrowed hers. "Which set?"

"The one I'm bad at."

She scoffed. Pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "That's all of them, Dum-Dum."

He didn't shout or stomp or yell about the nickname. His lips twitched.

"It's okay," he said. "If you're afraid you won't be a better teacher that my instructor..."

It was the most obvious manipulation ever.

Perhaps if he proved an adequate firebending student, she'd work on his courtly survival skills next. Honestly, it was good that not even Uncle Gets-Cousins-Killed had been fool enough to take Zuko into that war meeting. She could only imagine how terribly that could have gone.

"Keep up," she said, and turned her steps towards the training grounds.

He did. There, and during the katas she ran him through.

Azula kept her eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he asked, "do you know how to bend lightning yet?"

As if he could have missed it, if she'd been able to get more than sparks. "I will soon," she said.

"You will," he agreed, and flowed through his next set. The one she'd only just mastered.

Father didn't notice how weird Zuzu was being. Uncle never noticed anything. Zuko ate dinner and asked a servant for seconds and didn't stutter or flinch or lose his appetite when father asked, coolly, what he'd done with his day. Azula's shoulders tensed, because one mention of how she'd squandered her own training time teaching him--

"Azula hogged the training grounds. For hours," Zuzu scowled, exactly like a petulant thirteen year old.

Exactly like he hadn't been acting all day.

By the time Father was looking her way, Azula had her usual smirk in place. "I'm sure there would be room for both of us," she said, "you're not afraid of a little friendly fire, are you, brother?"

Zuko sulked. And ate his seconds, like he was enjoying each bite. There was something in his eyes, like a joke no one else was getting.

---

Father died that night. A heart attack. There were the faintest of burns to either side of the treacherous organ; the royal physician hypothesized that he'd grabbed at his chest, fingers burning hot in his final moments; so hot they'd only exacerbated the problem.

The royal physician would never have been brought any victims of lighting strikes. Those that occurred in the capital did not generally require a doctor in the aftermath.

Zuzu ate a hearty breakfast.

He didn't order seconds. Azula gave him points, at least, for not being tacky.

---

The sages named Iroh as regent.

They named Zuko as Fire Lord.

"No," the tiny Fire Lord in his perfectly miniaturized Fire Lord robes said, sitting at the head of his war council. "We're not doing that. And I'll be reviewing all recent battle plans, as well. What's this I hear about a division of new recruits being deployed to the front?"

He did not mention how he'd heard of the 41st Division. No one asked.

"Prince Iroh, surely--" one of the generals tried to appeal.

The young Fire Lord's regent was looking as startled as the rest of them, for a moment. Then he sipped his tea, and smiled.

"Your Fire Lord is correct, of course. A change in our leadership--a change the other nations may mistakenly view as weakness--will necessitate a change in our strategy."

"Now," said their lord, "what, exactly, is our overall objective in this war?"

War, the new Fire Lord decreed, was not an end unto itself.

---

The new Fire Lord continued to have time, to pretend to be trained by her. Azula watched him. Adjusted her footwork. Did not tolerate, and was not offered, any commentary on who was teaching who.

"What did you do with my brother?" she asked, as they flowed from one set to the next. As her hands, poised to throw fire, just so happened to be pointed his way.

He missed a step. It didn't look like an act.

"I'm, uh. Right here?"

She didn't bother to dignify that.

He didn't bother to look worried about her hands, one movement off from a true attack.

He looked around, then grabbed her sleeve, and tugged her further from any walls that may hide ears. The royal family's private training grounds were wonderfully large, and wonderfully open.

"It's me," he said. "It's still me. Just. More of me? Longer of me?"

She narrowed her eyes. A familiar expression, by this point. "Explain."

"...I found the Avatar," he said. "And this is definitely his fault, but--but I guess it started at a war meeting, when I was thirteen."

Azula listened. It was a very Dum-Dum story.

[himbosandhardwear]

"Look who's talking, Mr Ponytail and a Crop Top," Steve says with a smartass grin.

Eddie looks down. "Huh?"

"You," he waves toward Eddie's general vicinity, "looking like some kinda Metal Cheerleader." He noticably swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.

Okay. This is it, this is the perfect moment to tell Steve he's sending signals that he definitely doesn't understand he's sending.

"Steve," he has to clear his throat before continuing, "I need to tell you something."

He leans in, wide eyed and focused. "Yeah?"

That's not helpful. "Um. So, to guys like me... Gay," he chokes out, still hard to say aloud even though he knows Steve knows, "sometimes you say things or do things that come off as...flirty. And I know you didn't know," he rushes to explain, "but I wanted to make you aware. To not do that. You know, in case the wrong person overhears it. It's a safety concern," he finishes lamely. Safety concern! Ugh. More like 'You're breaking my heart, I can't take much more of it.'

He waits for Steve to say something but he's just blinking owlishly.

"Steve?" He prompts, concerned.

"......yeah?" He finally seems to come back to himself. His eyes drift away, over Eddie's shoulder. "So...you want me to stop flirting?"

"Yeah, just in case, you never know who-" Wait. What? "What?"

Steve still isn't looking him in the eye. "What?" He mumbles.

"Did you say..." He can't even repeat it, it sounds like putting words in his mouth, but he did say that, right?

"Yeah. Sorry. I'll stop. I didn't realize it was bad, I guess. I thought... It's stupid. Nevermind. I'm gonna, um, take off actually. I'll see ya around, maybe."

He hops off the back of the van and actually starts walking away, like they're not 6 miles from his house. That snaps Eddie out of the paralysis spell he was under, adrenaline taking over like a bump of cocaine.

"No!" He shouts, like an insane person, and then takes it one step further by jumping up and tackling Steve into the grass.

"Uggff," Steve grunts when Eddie accidentally shoulders him in the gut, but he ignores the embarrassment in favor of crawling up his body so they're eye to eye.

He gets Steve's face between two hands and smooshes it. "Were you flirting with me on purpose?" He shouts.

"Are you serious?" He mumbles, half coherent, through pursed lips. "I'm gonna jump into the quarry."

"Answer the question!" He rattles Steve's head a little bit, for good measure.

"I work for Scoops Ahoy." Steve deadpans, unamused.

Eddie is going to throw one hell of a tantrum in a second. "Steve."

He smacks Eddie's hands away from his face. Doesn't bother to move out from under Eddie, he notes absently. "Yes, dude, obviously I was flirting with you on purpose! I thought that was, like, an understood thing that was happening. Why are you surprised?"

He feels like he's losing his mind. Why are you surprised the grass is made out of taffy? Would've made more sense as a question.

"Because you're straight." The duh is implied.

Sensibly, he asks, "Why would I flirt with you if I was straight?"

Eddie becomes very aware of every inch they are pressed together. Aware of the sound of the leaves rubbing together in the wind, aware of Judas Priest still playing through his speakers. Love Bites is a hell of a track to be having this revelation to.

"You're not straight?"

"No."

"And you were flirting?"

"Yes."

"With me?"

He rolls his eyes, not an ounce of bitchiness lost to his embarrassment. "No, Eddie, with the crusty blanket on your van floor. Yes, of course with you- Mmmphh!"

They probably shouldn't be making out on the ground at Settlers Quarry in broad daylight but, honestly, the shambling corpse of Jason Carver could show up right now and Eddie would not give two shits. Steve slides a hand down the back of Eddie's pants, grabbing what little bit of ass cheek he has, and Eddie thinks, Hope you're watching from hell, you bastard. Enjoy the show.

[strawberrykidneystone]

your hot apartment neighbor sevika

a/n: guys… i’m kinda obsessed with this one

while zaun wasn’t the safest place in the world, the complex you lived in was definitely no postcode envy

but it’s home, so what can you do

the first time you saw sevika, you were doing laundry in the basement of the building

you were sitting on top of the machine you had your clothes washing in while reading a book

the last time you had left your clothes down here to wash, some asshole had just dumped your clothes on the ground 3 minutes after your load was done so you just decided to carve out a few hours into the week to do laundry

which unfortunately meant that you spent some late nights with nothing but the company of your swirling clothes

when the door opened, you didn’t even bother to look up, you weren’t the only late-night washer in your building

you did, however, look up when the stranger who was using the machine across the room cursed under her breath

you had never seen her around before, but damn you wish you had

she was a tall, buff, and beautiful woman with a golden prosthetic arm, a wife pleaser, and sweatpants that rode low on her hips that you had to consciously not look at

realizing she had the detergent slot out, which most likely meant that she left hers upstairs

you whistled over to her and held out your jug (not your boob you freak) in an offering

the woman snapped her head over with what looked like a permanent scowl on her face, but her eyes showed relief when she saw what was in your hand

she sauntered over and eyed the jug of detergent with an eyebrow cocked, “you sure you wanna share?”

you shrugged and half smiled at her, “i don’t mind, plus it’s better than going back upstairs. ugh, been there done that.”

she hummed and took the jug from you with a nod, her thick fingers briefly brushing against yours, “‘ppreciate it.”

“no problem,” you said smoothly as you glanced over your book to get a peek at her ass as she walked away

little did you know, sevika had stolen a glance down at your braless breasts jiggling with the machine when you weren't looking in a very similar way

the next week, you were sitting with your usual washer when sevika came down with a load of laundry very similar to last week, but this time, she actually had her detergent with her

damn

you thought that would be that, you didn’t have an excuse to talk to her this time

but then she walked over to you and leaned on the washer next to you on her forearm, "didn't catch your name last time."

"you didn't ask," you said in a matter-of-fact tone.

her eyebrows raised in surprise as if she wasn't used to people talking to her that way.

which to be clear, she was definitely not used to people talking to her so freely. it was honestly like a breath of fresh air, no expectations since you clearly didn’t know she worked for the man who basically ran zaun

"'s my fault, didn't mean to borrow your detergent and run."

you nodded with a half smirk, snapping your book shut, "you'll have to guess."

now she was actually shocked.

"guess?"

"yup, you gotta guess it."

"you do know that there are countless names in the world right?"

"then i guess you should get started, huh?" you chided and hopped off the machine just as it dinged to indicate that it was finished.

sevika chuckled and shook her head with a roll of her eyes, "guess I'll just have to call you pretty girl for now?"

"oh? what a shame," you grinned up at her and shoved your warm clothes into your plastic laundry basket that was basically cracking apart at the seems

you playfully shoulder-checked her as you pushed past her with your basket on your opposite hip and looked over your shoulder, a thoroughly entertained look on your face that sevika happily took as a challenge

"bye pretty girl," she called after you, a hand on her hip as she watched you leave

playfully waved back at her and made your way up the stairs while sevika was deep in thought, she might need silco's help to win this game

a/n: fun fact i cant whistle

part 2

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[foldingfittedsheets]

Before my beloved and I moved in together they were living with roommates in a place that didn't have a bathtub. Now, a reasonable person might conclude from this that baths would be out of the equation in a home with only one standing shower and no tub.

But these people weren't quitters. Naturopathic doctors and acupuncturists they were dedicated to treating their bodies well and one of the ways they liked to do that was hydrotherapy. Most people are familiar with this through things like polar bear plunges. You sit in a hot tub then jump in freezing water.

It's supposedly good for you and they were way into it. But again, no tub. They'd do hydro showers but it just wasn't the same. These people were not quitters, though. (One of them is the boob soap person, so it really isn't a surprise that she goes hard on everything). So they got what looked like two big metal old timey tubs but which were actually animal food troughs and set them up in the garage. They set up a water heater and god knows how they emptied the tub after, I think there was hoses involved? A pump maybe? I honestly can't remember. Anyway! Voila, hydrotherapy on demand.

I was not aware of this. So when I came over after a long day and my beloved said we should take a bath I was extremely puzzled. I only knew about the one shower. They showed me the garage tubs. I did want a bath and I wasn't really sure about the setup, but honestly I'll try anything once if only for the story, so I agreed.

Fun fact about me though. I haaaate being cold. I've been 0% body fat most of my life with skin barely keeping my bones enclosed. I'm always cold. My favorite activity at the time was sitting directly in front of space heaters. My shower temperatures turn me lobster red and make my beloved cringe. Willingly dunking myself into cold water is the antipathy of my entire deal.

On the night in question I happily submerged into the warm tank, pleasantly surprised by the big silly improvised tub. Which again was meant for livestock. My knees bumped companionably against my beloved as we soaked in the hot water. After a while they rose to go into the cold water. "You don't have to," they told me.

But I was haunted. I wouldn't be doing hydro if I just stayed in the warm tub. Maybe hydro was amazing. It has all these health benefits. I desperately didn't want to but I stood up with them. We were having this nice intimate evening in the garage, just us, I felt safe. I was gonna do it.

They stepped easily into the cold tub, dunking matter of factly into the frigid water. I went to step. I did. I really really tried. My foot went in and I started shrieking, my progress arrested by the total state of shock I entered when my warm toasty foot hit that smug arctic water tension. My beloved started laughing as my pitch ascended the deeper my foot went into the cold water.

I started loudly narrating my discomfort as my foot touched the bottom and I willed my other foot up to join it. "THIS IS VERY COLD," I yelled, "IT'S SO COLD I THINK I MIGHT DIE HOW ARE YOU JUST CASUALLY SITTING IN THIS FREEZING COLD WATER?! I'M DYING- I THINK I'M DYING! I'M DYING BUT WE'RE HERE, TOGETHER! I CAN DO THIS! I CAN DO THESE EVEN THOUGH IT'S SO COLD ALL MY MOLECULES HAVE COMPRESSED INTO A SOLID STATE!"

I ended up with both feet planted in the cold tub, water up to my shins, bellowing and panting while my beloved laughed so hard they couldn't breathe. I hunkered over the cold water, squatting like a frozen gargoyle.

My beloved was trying to psyche me up while I willed my body to obey me. In a sudden jerky drop like a puppet whose strings have been cut I plummeted my body into the cold and let out a shriek that I’m sure could have shattered glass and then leapt up out of the water at a speed relative to a rocket achieving space flight. I didn’t like it.

When we got back inside my beloved's roommates were collapsed on the ground with tears in the their eyes from how hard they'd been laughing. They and probably every neighbor down the block had heard my pterodactyl screeching and narration because the garage was not remotely soundproof.

[ssahotchnerr]

HI HONEY!! I have a fic request! Based on Aaron and his love for calling the reader sweet girl/his sweet girl. Where that’s his favorite nickname for her and she loves is sm and he loves it sm AND THEYRE JUST IN LOVE. I think that would be so cute!

endearments

i'm putting a (slightly) drunk aaron take on this 🤭 cw; fem!reader, mentions of drinking, soft drunk!aaron, vague suggestion, a lot of fluff <3

You had been on the brink of dozing off, but had fought against your heavy eyelids until Aaron returned home safely. It had been guys night out; aka Dave dragging him to some top-shelf fancy bar, or whatever establishment the David Rossi enjoyed to frequent.

The slower than normal pace echoed from down the hallway - locking the door, putting his coat away, a quick check on Jack; his usual night rounds. Finally he made his way into your shared bedroom, dropping soundly onto the bed beside you with a heavy exhale. His aim, however, a bit off - he landed nearly on top of you.

You could smell the small aroma of bourbon on his breath. He always drank just enough to be tipsy, smart and conscious of avoiding a brutal hangover, or an alert tending to.

"My sweet girl."

His voice was heavenly deep, softer and smoother in its inebriated manner. It paralleled his actions: drunk Aaron meant clingy Aaron. His immediate tight hold solidified such.

"Hey," You adjusted yourself, laying more so on your side, facing him. Your voice was laced with your drowsiness; tone relaxed, content, making Aaron wonder why he didn't just stay home with you all night. "Have fun?"

"Yeah, it was nice." Your hand cupped his cheek momentarily, moving towards the nape of his neck. His glassy eyes admired you.

"Dave find any new wives?"

Aaron snorted gently, "Not this time."

You hummed in response, fingers running through the back of his hair. You switched between brushing through the short strands, and gently scratching his scalp. Aaron could've groaned at the feeling (he may have, he honestly couldn't recall if he did.) "Poor wing-manning on your end, then."

"Always next time." His head dropped into your neck, immediately pressing a gentle kiss into your skin. Then another, and another. His words were muffled when he spoke, "I missed you though, sweet girl. Wished you were with me the whole time."

You immediately flushed. While Aaron supplied you with multiple terms of endearment, this was without a doubt your favorite. It simply made you feel loved within its purest state. Adored.

Whereas Aaron loved the way it rolled off his tongue. It fit, just like the way his hand fit perfectly into yours, or the way your body molded perfectly into his - just like now. Not only that, he loved your reaction - the pet name turned you into a flustered, shy mess within seconds.

But now, in his drunken state, he wasn't saying so to fluster you, but it was the natural affection you caused him to possess, only elevated. His words rushed out effortlessly, freely. More insistent.

"You're blushing."

You scoffed lightly, all in amusement. "How do you know?"

"Because you're my sweet girl." His words slurred slightly, flowing together. If you didn't know any better, he was also falling asleep. He leaned up to kiss your lips, before his head dropped hastily back down onto your chest. "I know what I'm saying.

"You're drunk. Do you really?" You teased, your eyes narrowing with a small smile on your face.

"How dare you question otherwise."

You laughed softly, sitting up from your lying position, causing Aaron to whine as he slid off, breaking contact. "Let's get you out of these clothes."

Despite the shadows on half his face, half illuminated by the glow of the lap, you could see his lips tugging into a mischievous smirk.

"Wipe that look off your face Hotchner."

He allowed it to linger for just a playful moment longer, before his facial features relaxed, allowing you to pull off his clothes. You tossed them onto the ground carelessly - they could be dealt with in the morning. You tossed him yet another lighthearted glare at the second smirk that followed when you reached his belt buckle.

As tempting as it was, now wasn't the time.

In just his boxers and tee, his arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you as close as he could possibly get you. His face, right back into the crook of your neck. "My sweet girl."

His repetitive words left him in a sigh, quiet enough you wouldn't have known he mumbled them if it weren't him speaking directly into your skin, or for them vibrating into you.

You wiggled your hand out from his hold, draping it over his forearm and lazily tracing your fingertips along the veins his arms possessed.

"I love it, you know." You mumbled into the darkness, scooting back against him, burying your head into your pillow. Confirming the proximity, you almost couldn't be any closer. "Being yours."

He was fading fast, but still awake and aware enough to respond, "Can't imagine anything else."

[pomefioredove]

housewardens + Jamil (separately) with a reader who is their s/o and reader is low-key their simp

like they won't worship the ground they walk on, but they just.. admire..??

like reader and the character will be hanging out, on a date, or in class or something and reader just sighs dreamily and looks at them with a look of like "im the luckiest person alive." because they love them so much

and if caught the reader won't be embarrassed and will just be like "you're so pretty." or "I'm so happy we're dating"

ik it's cringe lol but if I had one of these men as my boyfriend (cough Idia cough) I would literally just admire them so much because I love them so much and they're so freaking pretty

SWEEEEP I love fluff I love a healthy couple

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ abject admiration

summary: close enough. welcome back gomez addams! type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, jamil, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic, FLUFFY!, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, established relationship

Riddle used to hate being stared at. it felt like judgment, like he was being put on trial for something he didn't do. as if the world was just... waiting for him to make a mistake so it could punish him. the first time he catches you staring, long before you were together, he almost had your head for it. now, the feeling of your eyes on him has become a comfort, though your words of admiration, your praises and affection, still make him blush

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Leona couldn't even remember the last time his parents told him they loved him. so when he hears it from you, his first instinct is to push you away. he thinks it's justified; you must want something, I mean, who would be so nice to him for no reason?

well, you. you would

he'd never admit it, but these days, he goes out of his way to do nice things for you, to make himself look and smell good, just to get more of your praises

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

"you're so beautiful" and Azul crumbles. as cunning as he is, you could have him eating out of the palm of your hand if you really wanted to. he considers himself a fortunate soul, because all you ask for in return is his time and affection

your compliments are better than any deal, your voice more melodious than any song. the very thought that you think he is pretty... him, of all people... well, you could bring him to his knees with a word

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

fawning over Kalim is absolutely impossible. he's not competitive by nature, but what you give him, he gives back ten times over. one kiss turns into ten, two gifts into twenty, and, of course, one praise turns into an entire soliloquy. you're lucky to have him? he's luckier than the richest man in the world, the most powerful mage, he insists even the Sorcerer of the Sands himself would fall to his knees and weep if he were to see your beauty. you're his sun, his moon, and his stars, and he never lets you forget it

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Jamil had never been in love, let alone in a relationship, before you. you're his first everything... and that means you're his first admirer, too. honestly, he's not really sure whether to believe you or not at first. "I'm so happy we're dating," surely, you're not talking about him...?

but you are. he can't even fathom why, but you are

...sometimes, it's better not to question everything

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Vil gets his fair share of compliments, and rightfully so. he's put in the work, he deserves the recognition. and, for Seven's sake, Rook is his vice housewarden- he can't escape compliments

but... somehow, they're so much different coming from you. maybe it's the way you say things, soft and gentle and full of admiration, maybe it's your voice, or maybe it's just because it's you. because he knows that when you say you're happy with him, you mean him, not the brand, not the image, not what he's expected to be. just... him. it's true love

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Idia.exe has stopped working

even after months of dating, you still manage to catch him off guard with your "cringe couple stuff", as he calls it. it's... very distracting. you'll be mid-game, staring at him, and when he asks if you hit your head on the way in, you'll say something like "just thinking about how pretty you are" and his brain will short circuit. it's too bad he can't patch that... he'd love to respond without melting into an Idia-shaped puddle

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being head over heels for Malleus is both a blessing and a curse. on one hand, he'll reciprocate that energy. on the other hand, he'll reciprocate that energy. even a simple "you look nice today" sends him over the moon with joy, and he will unapologetically cling to your side like the needy thing he is for the rest of the day, glaring at anyone who dares to take your attention off of him for more than twelve seconds. but, hey, you know what you like. you agreed to date him in the first place, after all

[humanjarvis]

i'm sorry for scaring you

synopsis: caleb shows a new side of himself during one of your fights. it almost makes you believe he's changed.

tags: angst, suggestive (psychologically), fluff (sorta kinda), caleb kneels, caleb crawls, caleb is pathetic, caleb is overprotective and unwell pairing: farspace colonel!caleb x reader word count: 1.7k

a/n: this is angstier than i intended i wanted it to be hot, maybe it's still hot, when he tries to lock u up in his house but he has lethal booboo face ⬇

“I didn't ask for any of this! I didn’t ask for your protection, and I sure as hell don’t want it.”

“You not wanting it doesn’t change the fact that you need it,” Caleb replied blankly. 

In the four months since you’d reunited with Caleb in Skyhaven, your relationship had taken a hit. In the first few weeks, you’d barely seen each other; he’d stop by to check on you, assume you thought him the scum of the earth, and abruptly retreat back home. It wasn’t until you’d grown fed up with the awkwardness and uncertainty that you began approaching him again—asking him about his day, initiating phone calls, and even starting the rare video call, if he was lucky. 

Around the last month or so, things had gotten better. During your increasingly frequent visits, you’d gone out together several times—to see the new cyberpunk action movie, to window shop in the pet store, to marvel at the Skyhaven nightscape from the safety of his personal aircraft. Just as you thought you’d both been making progress adapting to your new dynamic, a wave of highly dangerous wanderers had infiltrated the city, and Caleb had had the nerve to essentially place you on house arrest until the threat was dealt with. Fast forward to now, his composure threatening to overpower your impassioned rebuttals. 

“Did you honestly think I’d let you leave right now?” he asked. “You’re here for a week. The Fleet will take the next couple of days to sort out the problem, and we can go out together when it’s done.”

“We can go out together. Right. So you can rush me back here the second someone looks at me the wrong way?”

“No one will look at you the wrong way. Not here. Not while you’re with me. But you need to understand, Pipsqueak: you came to Skyhaven for me. You’re in skyhaven for me. I won’t stand by and watch you put yourself in danger, and you won’t change my mind,” he replied, his large frame looming over you as he stepped closer. 

You’d had enough. You’d spent almost an hour on the losing side of this back-and-forth, and you were too exhausted to pull your punches anymore. “My first time seeing you after the explosion,” you started, voice trembling. “Do you know how it felt? When you stepped off that plane, when you interrogated me behaving like you never have in your life—I didn’t know what to think. But when you brought me back here? Started spewing off that shit about a world where my only world is you? I was scared, Caleb. I thought I’d needed to be afraid for you, but I was afraid of you. That you’d lock me in this house forever, that I'd only see the sun when you decided it wasn’t top bright for me. I was afraid that I’d die here having grown to hate the person I’d wanted to live for,” you finished, your words dripping with venom.

Seething, you spun around, ready to storm out of the kitchen and into the quiet of the guest room Caleb had remodeled for you. 

You’d taken three steps toward the door when you heard something hit the ground with a heavy thud. 

Body still facing the door, you stopped in your tracks. This was new. Unexpected. You’d been prepared to hear a few calls of your name, some “Wait!”s, maybe even a “Don't walk away from me.” Worst case, you’d expected him to pin you in place with his Evol, preventing your exit and prolonging your fight. 

But a thud? A thud could mean many things. Enough things for you to remain frozen contemplating the possibilities before the voice in the back of your head broke through your thoughts, reminding you of the very real chance that you’d spiked Caleb's blood pressure so much that he’d fainted.

The fear that he was hurt made you finally turn around, only for Caleb to catch you off guard yet again.

Caleb the Loathsome, the overprotective, obsessive, now cold-blooded colonel of the Farspace Fleet, was on the floor before you. Kneeling.

All at once, your anger dissipated, melting into shock at the assertive man before you’s sudden display of submission. 

Realizing you’d turned around, Caleb lifted his head, meeting your flustered expression with his pained one. His furrowed brows, shining eyes, and pouted lips—he looked pitiful, honestly. And as much as it tugged at your heartstrings, it awakened something dormant inside you. 

It made you feel powerful. It gave you an idea. 

Biting the inside of your bottom lip, you took several steps toward Caleb’s kneeling form, closing the distance you'd been so eager to put between you all of ten minutes ago. A slight gasp escaped Caleb at your movement, and he swiftly lowered his gaze back to the floor, as if worried that daring to watch your approaching form would make you retreat. 

When you came to a stop, you were just in front of his knees, looking down your nose at his bowed head. For a few moments, Caleb’s heavy breaths were the only sounds between you, thickening the cold air in the room. 

Then, finally—finally—you touched him, lifting his chin up before resting your palm on his cheek. At your touch, he leaned forward, nuzzling his head against your thigh. 

“…You want this that bad, huh? Want me that bad?”

“More than anything,” he breathed. 

You stared at him. 

“Please,” he whispered, turning his head into your hand to brush his lips across your fingers. 

At this, you hummed softly, running your thumb across his cheek twice before turning away from him once more. When you break contact, Caleb freezes in the midst of rubbing his face on your leg, his eyes popping open in panic. He only calms when he sees you heading for the armchair tucked into the right back corner of the room, slowly taking a seat, your legs spread. 

“Relax,” you call out, settling in your chair. He didn’t move a muscle.

You decided you’d had enough of the tense silence after a few more beats. It was time to test him.

“…Come here, Caleb.”

In an instant, his head snapped up. His gaze, abruptly ending its budding relationship with the floor tiles, held yours for more than a few seconds this time, your slight smirk challenging his slight disbelief.

Caleb had all the cunning in the world. Since joining the Fleet, nothing got by him—and on the rare chance that it did, he’d chase it down and make it beg for mercy. He was a prideful man. He was a calculated man. So when you called for him in your sweet voice, slightly breathy with unadmitted nerves, he figured you out quite quickly. 

You were testing him—to see if he’d walk or crawl to you—and he knew it. 

And unfortunately for his dignity, any reservation he held about the latter was overshadowed by his desire for you: to be in your space, to breathe your air, to be close enough to feel you—even if he rarely did now, out of fear that his touch would repulse you.

He needed you to need him. So he crawled. 

Inch by inch, Caleb crawled toward you, the only person who would ever see him reduced to this. The only person who could reduce him to this. And all the while, as the fabric of his dark pants dragged across the floor, his violet eyes never left yours. In them, you saw resignation. You saw anticipation. You saw the shattered remnants of a pride that he’d let be broken, and you saw them rebuild themselves in lust the closer he came.

A few inches away from you, Caleb stops, sitting demurely on his heels. His hands twitch in hesitation before falling into his lap. His vulnerability is palpable, and you can feel him banishing himself back to his hell of self-deprecation, the guilt-eroded space in his mind where he repeats how little he deserves you. Before he can lower his gaze again, you beckon him upwards,  guiding his palms to rest on your knees. His kneeling form almost equals your seated one in height.

“I used to love watching you scare off the boys who were mean to me,” you tell him, placing your palm back on his cheek. “But as much as I like you intimidating, this little act might be my new favorite.” 

His nervous breaths come to a momentary halt before he brightens slightly, chasing your touch. He nuzzles into your palm like he did your leg earlier, and you sigh. 

“You scared me, Caleb,” you murmur. 

“I know. I'm sorry.”

“I know you want to keep me safe, that you have kept me safe for as long as either of us can remember,” you say, continuing to stroke his head. “But I don’t want to be afraid of you, Caleb. I won't be afraid of you. So if you want to keep doing this, if you want us to move on, if you want me—it can’t happen again. Tell me it won’t happen again.”

Your movements still as you tighten your grip on his jaw, forcing him to meet your eyes. A grimace flashes across his face as he goes quiet for a moment. But you wait for him. You have to. As exhilarating as it’d been to see him crawl before you, this was the true test—if you extend your trust, will he extend his lenience? You have to believe that he will. To give him the chance to. 

And as you’re wrapped up in your optimism, your fantasies that he’ll acquiesce and let your relationship go back to normal, Caleb responds. 

“...I’m sorry for scaring you.” 

[theminecraftbee]

Grian sits on the edge of a desert cliff, watching the sunrise. His knuckles are bloody. He's had this dream before, and he's lived this moment before. He's awfully tired of it, honestly. He's not even particularly sad anymore. It's hard to be particularly sad, this long after, this much more between them.

But his knuckles are bloody again. There's someone sitting next to him.

"Joel?" he says, baffled.

"Yeah, hi, really weird bloody dreamscape you've got. Literally and figuratively: bloody hell. Like, Scott, he's got this pretty cottage and all these flowers and the single most terrifying version of Jimmy that I've seen in my life. Which serves him right, since he's a bastard, and I told him that. Or, uh, Pearl. She's normal. She's got dogs and... shit, I don't know--"

"Why are you here?" Grian asks.

"Oh, right, I was tasked with asking you if you regret it," Joel says.

There's a long moment of silence. The wind blows.

"I mean. No?" Grian says.

"Right? That's what I said! Blumin' stupid question, that!" Joel says.

"Wait, you mentioned--are you asking everyone that?" Grian asks.

"Yeah! It was all, oh, you've got a car, you can travel, it'll be all poetic like. You've had a 'character arc'--like I'm some, some fake guy--and grown as a person, everyone else has to, would they do things differently now? And I said, man, that's stupid. That's really stupid. But the glowing purple eyes guys--"

"Wait wait wait wait, the who?" Grian interrupts.

"Sorry, do you not know the glowing purple eyes guys? Martyn was acting like you're all buddies or something. Then I punched him. Because it was funny," Joel says.

"No, I know the--they asked you to do this?" Grian says. He takes a moment to try to imagine it. He has some trouble. Joel and the Watchers don't really belong in the same place at the same time for so many reasons that Grian doesn't know where to begin.

"Apparently, I'm not being serious enough," Joel informs Grian. "I kinda get it, actually. Like, everyone but Cleo has been somewhere like..."

Joel looks out over the cliff. It is tall, and Grian knows he cannot see the ground from the top. He had been able to during the actual games, of course, but these aren't the actual games; these are the memories of what brought him to victory, made manifest.

"So I guess I kinda wondered, since you lot always seem so blumin' sad about it," Joel finishes.

"I'm not really," Grian says.

Joel raises an eyebrow.

"I mean, maybe once, but--nah. Not really."

"Cool. That's the last one then," Joel says. "Hear that, weird glowing eyes guys? You act like I'm all weird or whatever but none of them regret it either. Not a single one of them."

Grian looks over the cliff again himself.

"None of us?" he asks, very quietly indeed.

Joel sighs. "All of you asked that too. I'm getting back in the bloody car."

Grian doesn't watch Joel leave. He rubs the blood off his knuckles and watches the sky instead. When he's tired thinking in circles about how he didn't really expect that he would be telling the truth, just then, he starts trying to imagine the trouble Joel might be giving everyone else instead. It's much more fun to think about than the sand that's getting in his socks. He's never able to get sand out of anything, these days, and it leaves him always just a little bit uncomfortable. Oh well; the price of being in a desert. He wouldn't be anywhere else if he had the choice, though, grit in his socks or not.

[verdenz]

HE'S DRUNK AND DOESN'T RECOGNIZE YOU.

FEATURING:⠀⠀Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:⠀⠀English is not my first language 😭 | Part two. Part three.

Since you started dating, your boyfriend stopped going to parties and clubs alone. On that day, he had gone out with friends, and you decided to stay home. He only didn’t stay as well because you encouraged him to go celebrate the good result he had in the last race. He’s not someone who drinks excessively, so you weren’t too worried. Besides, what could go wrong? After all, he was with friends.

Oh, well... You got the answer when you woke up at two in the morning, with a call of one of his friends begging you to come pick him up because he was drunk and refusing to leave.

୨୧⠀⠀⠀CHARLES LECLERC

"Carlos...! Carlos!" He whined, trying to get out after his friend had tossed him into the back seat of your car. You sighed, thankful for the Spaniard – who wasn’t very sober either, but was certainly in a better state than your boyfriend. "Carlos, who is she?"

You tried to buckle his seatbelt, but he moved away from you, going to the other side of the seat. "Don’t touch me, please... I’m taken!" Your eyebrows raised, your eyes locking onto Charles.

"Charles, I’m just going to take you home." You tried to calm him down, but it only made him more agitated.

"Home? Whose home? Yours?!" He tried to open the car door but failed, as your hands quickly grabbed his arm and pulled him back into place. "This is kidnapping... Carlos! Carlos, help me!"

"Charles, shut up. I’m taking you to your house." The seatbelt was finally secured. For a few minutes, he stayed quiet. But as soon as you arrived in front of his house and you went to help him get out, he moved away and tried to walk on his own, stumbling.

"I can... walk on my own. My girlfriend is waiting for me. You got it? My girlfriend. At home. Our home." Charles said, pointing to the front door. Another sigh escaped your lips, knowing the night wouldn’t be easy.

୨୧⠀⠀⠀LANDO NORRIS

"Do you want an autograph?" Your boyfriend asked, smiling. He was being helped by one of his friends, but even so, his feet still missed the steps. His smile faded when the person carrying him removed his arm from their shoulder and placed it on yours.

He quickly pulled away. You had to grab him to keep him from falling to the ground. "Tonight I'm just giving autographs, no photos–" Lando hiccupped. "Don’t touch me."

You held back a laugh. "Why? I’m just lending you a hand." He shook his head and continued trying to break free from you, though his body didn’t have enough strength to actually do so.

Lando looked around, his lower lip trembling. "If my girlfriend sees me like this, she'll think I have something going on with you. And I don't." he said.

"So what? She won't find out." His eyes widened, he stopped walking, and sat down on the sidewalk. "Come on, am I not pretty?" You bit your lip, trying to hide a smile.

Your boyfriend pointed a finger at you accusingly, a look of horror on his face. "I knew you had bad intentions...! And no, you're not pretty! My girlfriend is way prettier!"

Honestly, you didn't know whether to feel flattered or offended by his statement.