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rebelliousstories · 1 year ago

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Pine Cone

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,336

Masterlist: Here

Summary: Jake decides that he is going to show his girlfriend the lovely Seresin family holiday tradition of making a pine bonfire in the backyard.

You would think for a southern state, Texas does not get cold during winter, but you would be wrong. No, they do not have blankets of snow, but it is still cold. And there are many different ways of keeping warm on those cold nights. You could bundle up or stay indoors, but not the Seresin family. They had a rather enjoyable family tradition.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this. We’ve been doing this since we were kids, babe!” Jake exclaimed as he drove his truck down the gravel road to his family home. The woman in his passenger seat giggled as she watched her boyfriend get excited about visiting his family for the holidays. Getting the leave from the navy to do this was difficult enough, coupled with the fact that they had several wrecks and events that prolonged the already long drive from California to Texas, she was just glad to see the house in view finally.

“You really think they’ll like me?” She wondered, eyes fixated down onto her hands that were fidgeting. Once they were parked, Jake turned in his seat to grab his lover’s hands. He forced her to look in his eyes instead of away, and held her.

“Of course. I especially know my mom will love you. You have nothing to worry about. And if anyone says anything to you about it, just let me know. We can leave anytime you want.” His words were so sincere that she had no other choice than to believe him. She leaned over and pecked him gently on the lips, which made him smile. However, he chased after and pressed a longer kiss to her. She could not contain her giggles as they sat there for several moments. Jake pressed his forehead against her own.

“Ready?” He whispered, closing his eyes and enjoying his time alone with his lover.

“Ready.” She confirmed, allowing her eyes to close as well. After a moment more, the couple made their way out of the truck that was parked in the gravel by the side of the house, and up to the front door. Jake grabbed her hand in his, and knocked with is free hand. A set of loud howls sounded shortly after the knocks, and that was the last warning before chaos ensued. Once that door opened, two large dogs bolted out of the home, and jumped straight onto Jake. He let go at the last minute to catch them, making sure that his girlfriend did not also fall over by the weight of the hounds.

A coonhound and border collie sat their wagging their tales over the body of her lover, licking and jumping over him in pure excitement. Hangman kept laughing and petting the dogs as he allowed them to get their excited energy out. As soon as the dogs eased up though, the man was still not safe. Several small children crashed into him as he tried to stand back up. However, unlike the dogs, he simply picked up as many of them as he could before walking into the home where his family was.

“We’re here!” He called out, dropping the children safely on the ground. They all ran to do something else expect for one little boy who just wanted to stay near Jake the entire time. Said man was met with lots of hello’s and people coming up to wrap him in hugs. Hangman turned around with his nephew on his back and beckoned his lover over.

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend.” His introduction prompted everyone to turn their attentions to her instead. She was greeted with open arms, literally. Everyone took the time to learn her name, and provide her with theirs, and genuinely seemed to take interest in her. Slowly, but surely, her anxiety dissipated from her thoughts until she was genuinely comfortable with everyone there. Food was passed around and stories were shared. No one made any out of line comments or made her feel unwelcome; she did not know what she was afraid of in the first place.

It all passed so fast for her, that before she knew it, she was tucked into Jake’s side on the couch nursing a drink in her hand. With her lover next to her, she fell into conversations easily with those around her. And even though she was still wearing her jacket and shoes, the cold slipped in between the layers of fabric. Jake noticed and tried his best to keep her warm, but it was just one of those nights. Those kinds of nights where cold seeps into your bones and will not leave. It seemed that a lot of the other people around were trying desperately to stay warm, but failing too.

“Momma, I think it’s time.” Jake called out as his mom tried to stoke the fire bigger. She sighed, and relented, knowing he was right. But the girl tucked into Hangman’s side was utterly confused.

“What’s going on?” She whispered as her boyfriend stood up, and pulled her to him. He placed his beanie on her head and dragged her to the back door.

“Seresin family tradition, dear. You’ll see.” And with that, the whole Seresin clan took off into the woods that encompassed their back yard. Yet, she was still confused. She did not know what they were doing out there or what she was waiting to see. Jake took her hand and led her to a large pine tree, where he stood with a large smile.

“Jake, what is going on?” She pestered. She was cold, and tired, and wanted to be warm. But Jake started to pick up pine cones and needles in his large hands.

“Grab some. Come on!” He looked like a kid in a candy store as he ran around picking up more materials. Even though she did not understand, she joined him anyways. They worked for a few minutes picking up fresh needles from branches that were low, and dried old needles from the ground that had already fallen and turned brown. Making sure the pine cones that grasped were also dry, the couple went back to where the rest of the family was slowly, but surely returning.

As everyone approached, they dumped their armfuls of tinder into the fire pit that she was now noticing. She joined Jake in dumping their own armfuls, and then he pulled her back a ways. Momma Seresin came up shortly afterwards with a lighter, and then, poof. The pit had erupted into flames as the pine caught the fire that was there. Soon enough, smoke was filtering upwards as the fire roared on, but the comforting smell of pine drifted into her nose. She watched the bonfire burn and pop as they continued on with their night. Even though they were outside, the whole family felt warmer than ever. She turned in Jake’s arms from where they sat in front of the pit, with a confused expression on her face.

“When we were kids, my siblings and I would burn the excess pine in the yard cause we didn’t need it in the compost. We’d spend the whole night out here, burning stuff, playing around, even sleeping when it got late enough. Eventually, the adults saw what we were doing and joined us. So now, it’s our little tradition. When it gets cold enough, nothing warms you up like a pine fire.” His eyes stared longingly at the fire before them, and his grin told her that he was reminiscing about his childhood.

“Well, when we get our new house, I’ll make sure we have a bonfire pit. I’ll even find somewhere to get us some pine cones.” She commented, watching his face intently. Jake chuckled lightly and turned back to the woman in his arms. He kept laughing as he pressed a kiss to her forehead and pulled her in closer. Something told her that she was about to have a lot more bonfires to sit around.

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year ago

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Emily and Aaron's day keeps going from bad to worse.

And to think, when she woke up that morning her biggest fear was that the team would find out about their relationship.

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Hi friends!!

This fic is a birthday gift for my bestie @aubreyprc! Thank you for continuing to be the most chaotic person I know and for being responsible for a fair number of my hangovers this year. Love you for being the maddest woman in this whole town xoxo

This fic is loosely based on a Bone's episode, and has one of your favourite tropes - a secret relationship, peril and a lot of drama- so I hope you enjoy <3

-x-

Words: 5.2k (I...got really carried away with this one)

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily secures her earrings into place as she walks into the kitchen, a smile washing across her face as the smell of coffee and toast meets her. Aaron has his back to her, focusing on her toaster so he makes sure the bread is cooked exactly to her liking, so she walks over and wraps her arms around him from behind. He sinks into her embrace, clearly having heard her coming, the way her high heels had clicked against the hardwood floor giving her away.

“Good morning,” he says, turning to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Morning,” she replies, her hand slinking down his back as she shifts to stand next to him, taking the opportunity to stamp a kiss against his lips, “You didn’t have to make me breakfast.”

He raises an eyebrow at her and smiles, “You say that every morning,” he says, kissing her briefly before he presses the button that releases the toast, “And like I say every morning,” he says, turning so he wraps his arms around her, his hands low on her back, “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

She smiles, her tongue pressing against the back of her teeth as she looks up at him through her lashes. She hums as she leans in to kiss him again, “Excellent point.”

They’d been together for almost a year, the 11 months that had passed since their first date had been the happiest of her life. Since her return from Paris, he’d been the one person who’d expected the least out of her. Everyone else seemed to want her to slip back into her old life, to be the person she’s sure died on that cold hard floor in Boston, and she’d tried. She’d tried so hard to ignore how strange everything felt, how the fear that it could all be torn away from her again was ever present, living under her skin and making her itch in a way that never seemed to shift. Aaron simply wanted her to be honest with him, to tell her when she was having a bad day, a request she now knew came from a place of understanding, their pasts now similar in a way that made her ache.

She now liked to think, love making her softer than it ever had, that everything they’d been through had led them to this. To the relationship that she knew was it. Every first she had experienced with him also a last for her. A last first kiss, a last first night staying over, a last first I love you. She wanted everything with him. A house they could both call home. Marriage. A couple of kids who would be younger siblings for Jack.

The only problem was no one else knew about them.

The secrecy had been practical at first. She’d been home for just over six months when they got together, and they’d been hesitant to rock the boat, to further crack the unsteady foundation the team was slowly building under themselves at the time. Their relationship had grown around the secrecy, making it feel all the more precious because it was just theirs. Only Jack and Jessica knew and Emily knew it couldn’t last forever, that if they wanted to move forward, like she knew they both wanted to, they’d have to let the others in.

She didn’t remember the last time that they’d spent a night apart. They most most of their time at his place, something about the homely comfort of it, Jack’s belongings strewn everywhere, made her feel safe, but they occasionally stayed at hers. Even Sergio lived at Aaron’s now, his favourite place to sleep was at the end of Jack’s bed, the little boy and the cat fast friends in a way that made her chest bloom with love.

They’d stayed at hers last night, mostly for practical reasons. She had to go to court to be a witness for the prosecution for two separate cases that had happened to fall on the docket on the same day, so she’d needed to get clothes she usually wouldn’t wear to work. Juries seemed to warm to her a little more if she wore skirts or dresses, something about the lack of sharp edges from her usual suits that made her more likeable. It drove her crazy, and infuriated her that they were more likely to listen to her if she dressed in a certain way, but being aware of it was one of the benefits of her profession.

It also didn’t hurt that Aaron could never tear his eyes from her legs whenever she wore a dress, his gaze skipping from her ankle to up past her knee, only to linger on the material that hid what he knew lingered beneath.

She smiles at him as she pulls away from him and pours them a coffee each, her skin burning from where she can feel him staring at her. She turns to look at him and raises an eyebrow, her smile widening when she clears her throat and he jumps slightly, his cheeks going red when he realises he’s been caught.

“Seen something you like?” She asks, feigning innocence as his eyes meet hers. He shakes his head and steps towards her, his hand skimming her waist as he takes one of the cups of coffee.

“When I’m looking at you?” He says, looking her up and down again, his stomach flipping at the sight of her seemingly endless legs, on the high heels she only broke out for court and date nights, before he meets her eyes again, “Always.”

She presses her lips together to capture a laugh but she fails, shaking her head at him, “Correct answer, honey.”

He kisses her cheek and steps away, “Come on, we need to get you fed so you can survive court.”

Emily grumbles as she sits at the breakfast bar and he slides a plate of toast towards her, “Let’s just hope I don’t die of boredom.”

___

He always hated it when she wasn’t in the office.

He loved to look out of the window and see her at her desk, her presence enough to soothe any stress or tension the job could cause him on any given day. Sometimes she’d notice him looking down at her and her eyes would meet his, a sparkle in her smile that he knew was just for him and his son. Other times she’d be stuck in her work, concentrating on paperwork or teasing Derek or Spencer, flashes of who she’d been before Ian had torn through their lives peeking through. He’d loved her then and he loved her now, and he knew he’d love every version of her that would exist in their future together.

He checks his phone, waiting for Emily to text him to say she was out of her morning session in court, and he sighs as he places it back down when he has no messages from her. He’s about to pick up his pen to continue with his paperwork when there’s a firm knock on his door, a panicked Derek pushing it open before he can tell him to come in.

“Hotch,” he breathes out, his grip on the door so tight Aaron is sure he could tear it from its hinges, “There’s been a shooting at the courthouse.”

It takes a moment for pieces to slip into place, for him to realise the implication. The realisation forces him to his feet, his hands clasped at his side as he tries to control himself, knowing his girlfriend wouldn’t thank him for revealing their relationship this way.

“Have we heard from Pren-”

He’s cut off by the ringing of his phone and he grabs it, relief flooding through him when he sees Emily’s name on the screen, a picture of her and Jack his contact photo for her. He answers quickly, his eyes meeting Derek’s as he speaks.

“Emily, we just heard about the shooting,” he says, hoping Derek doesn’t pick up on the slip-up of using her first name, “What’s happening?”

Any relief Aaron feels is destroyed the moment a stranger responds instead of the woman he loves.

___

She hears him before she sees him.

He’s loud as he demands to see her, clearly flashing his badge to get past the cordons that had been put in place. She forces a smile on her face as he comes into view, rounding the back of the ambulance she was sitting in with purpose. Her heart aches when she sees how stressed he is, barely concealed fear and panic clear in his eyes, in the tension in his shoulder.

“Em.”

“I’m fine, honey,” she says, reaching out and grasping his hand as he climbs into the audience, barely glancing at the paramedic who had been treating her.

“Fine?” He exclaims, his eyebrows furrowing, “You’re in the back of an ambulance, there was someone here with a gun-”

She cups his face, cutting him off before he can spiral in a way that only she and Jack could draw out of him, “Aaron. I’m fine. I just rolled my ankle, thats all,” she says, nodding towards her now bare feet, her wrapped ankle and her heels neatly next to each other on the floor next to her, “Turns out that those stupid heels I have to wear to court aren’t the thing to dodge bullets in.” He sinks in on himself, her attempt at humour doing nothing to calm him down, and she sighs, “I’m sorry, that was a stupid thing to say.”

“No,” he says, squeezing her hand tighter, “No you’re never stupid I was just…I was worried that’s all. Especially when I got a call from you and it wasn’t you who answered.”

“Well,” she says, flicking her gaze to the paramedic, taking some joy out of how he looks away, clearly intimidated by her, “Well I did say I was okay to call you myself, but there are apparently protocols.”

Aaron smiles softly, her dislike of procedure something that made him fall impossibly more in love with her every time it made itself known. His smile slips away as he thinks about what had happened here today, how he could have lost her in slightly different circumstances.

“Do…do you think they were aiming for you?” He asks, knowing he’d trust her judgement above all else no matter how she responds. She was trained in this kind of thing well above even him, a level of skill that hadn’t ever made any sense to him until he learnt about her time at Interpol.

The way her face falls, the way she presses her lips together, is all the answer he needs.

“Yes,” she replies, squeezing his hand, “I think they were.”

He nods and pulls her into a hug, holding her tightly as he kisses the side of her head, “The rest of the team are back at the office trying to get to the bottom of it. It’s likely connected to one of the cases you were here for today so Garcia is looking into associates for both of the defendants,” he says, “I’m going to take you home so you can rest.”

She rolls her eyes, “Aaron-”

“We’re going back to mine,” he says, leaving no room for argument, “And then the others can update me from there.”

She wants to argue with him, wants to insist that they go back to the office and figure out what is going on, but she can’t bring herself to. Not when he was looking at her like she could break in two, his grip on her bordering on too tight for the first time since they’d got together.

“Okay,” she says, cupping his cheek again as she relents, “Okay, but we need to go back to mine first.”

“Em-”

“Just to pick up some shoes,” she assures him,” her thumb running back and forth on his cheek, “I only have boots at yours, I think I’ll be regulated to sneakers for a couple of weeks.”

He nods, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers, “Okay,” he closes his eyes and swallows thickly, “I love you.”

She smiles and moves her hand to the back of his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. She ignores how she can feel the paramedic looking at them, his curious gaze on her back.

“I love you too,” she replies, kissing him quickly before she pulls back to look at him, “Let’s go home.”

She lets him fuss over her.

He hands her a pair of his socks that he keeps in his go bag so she has something on her feet, the thought of putting her heels back on enough to make her grimace. When they get back to her place he wraps his arm tightly around her waist, guiding her to the living room and helping her onto the couch. She grasps onto his jacket and pulls him down to join her, resting her head on his shoulder as she traps him in place.

“Sit here with me for a minute,” she insists, curling around him, his arm hugged to her chest. She can feel the stiffness in his embrace, how tense he is. He was usually relaxed when it was just the two of them or when they were with Jack, an ease to his frame she hadn’t known he was capable of until she started spending time with him out of work. She presses a kiss to his shoulder, “Are you okay?”

A laugh catches in his chest and he shakes his head, “You were the one who got hurt,” he replies, “I’m fine.”

She hums, deciding to let it go for now. She knew him almost better than she knew herself. He needed to work things out by himself, a hangover from years of having to do so. She was the same way, and slowly but surely they were getting better at not needing to turn inwards before they each other help.

“Have you heard from the team yet?” She asks, running her hand up and down his arm.

He nods, “They are interviewing both Grisham and Haig,” he says, blowing out a breath, shaking his head at the mention of the men they’d once hunted that she’d been due to give evidence against today, “And their families. We are leaning more towards Haig at the moment, Grisham’s MO was always explosives, if whoever is trying to stop you wanted to make a point that’s what they’d do.”

She nods in agreement, “Well, I don’t fancy getting blown up so is it weird I’m grateful?”

He chuckles, his real laugh that never fails to make her heart soar, and he shakes his head at her, “I understand what you mean, so if it’s weird what does that say about us both,” he kisses her temple, “Want something to drink before we head to mine?”

“I think there’s some Diet Coke in there,” she replies and he smiles and stands up, his hand firm on her thigh.

“There is,” he says as he walks towards her kitchen, “I got some when I did your grocery shopping last week.”

She moans in delight as she turns to look at him, her smile wide as he places his hand on the fridge door, “I knew I love you for a reas-”

She’s cut off as he pulls the fridge door open and he’s thrown backwards, the explosion that tears through her kitchen seemingly happening in slow motion as he hits the ground with force. The sprinklers almost immediately are triggered, soaking her kitchen with water as she jumps up off the couch.

“Aaron?”

He doesn’t respond, his silence only pushing her closer to him, somehow avoiding standing on any the debris that had once been her kitchen counter as she runs over to him, the pain in her ankle not even registering. She lands on her knees by his side and touches him, ignoring the shake in her hands as she turns him just enough to see his face.

She shakes him and he doesn’t flinch, making panic fill up her chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Aaron?”

____

She’s barely been at the hospital for an hour when the team arrive, their presence both a comfort and a curse, forcing her to transition into a concerned colleague from a concerned girlfriend.

“Emily,” Penelope says, sitting down next to her and wrapping her arm around her shoulders, “Are you okay?”

She nods, clearing her throat as she looks at her friends, “Yeah, I was in the living room, Aaron…Hotch took the blast.”

“What was Hotch doing at yours anyway?” Dave asks her, his hands in his pockets where he stands in front of her.

“He dropped me home,” she says, looking up at Dave, purposely ignoring the almost smug smile on his face, “He opened the fridge to get me a drink. You know what he’s like,” she says, her focus returning to her hands, “He’s a gentleman through and through.”

JJ nods, “That’s true enough,” she says, “We’ve shifted our focus onto Grisham because of the explosion.”

“How’s Hotch doing? What about his hearing?”

She blows out a breath at Spencer’s question. It had been her first concern too, something she’d mentioned to the doctors when they’d arrived by ambulance. “They said they’d test it, but he did wake up in the ER and he could hear me.”

It felt ridiculous that one of her first thoughts if he did lose his hearing was that he’d never hear her say she loved him again, or hear the voices of their future children. It was easier to worry about that, about things that may never come to pass, instead of the fact someone could have killed him in their pursuit if killing her.

“Family of Aaron Hotchner,” A doctor says as he enters the room, cutting off any further conversation.

“I’m his medical proxy,” Emily answers as she stands up, aware of the team all looking at each other curiously out of the corner of her eye, “Is he okay?”

“He’s got several cracked ribs, a broken collarbone, and a concussion. He’ll be in a lot of pain for a while, but he’s okay.”

The relief is palpable, her hand on her chest, “Can I see him?”

The doctor nods, “Of course, I’ll have someone come find you to take you to him in a moment.”

“Thank you so much,” she replies, blowing out a steady breath as she turns back to the team, unsurprised by the different levels of curiosity painted across their faces.

“You’re Hotch’s proxy?” Derek asks, his arms crossed over his chest.

“He’s mine too,” she explains, “We switched it a little while back, so if something happens Jessica and Jack wouldn’t be worried before they need to be.” The half-lie rolls off of her tongue with ease, but she doesn’t have the energy to figure out if they believe her or not.

Thankfully she isn’t left with enough time to worry about it when a nurse walks into the room to escort her to Aaron’s room. She limps all the down the hallway, the pain in her ankle returning now her adrenaline was disappearing. She thanks the nurse as she steps into Aaron’s room, and she barely hides a gasp when she sees him.

He was covered in bruises, the worst of them peeking out from under this hospital gown and the immobiliser that was holding his arm to his chest to stabilise his collarbone. He had cuts on his face, the largest of which was above his left eyebrow, and his right cheek was bruised.

“Surely I can’t look that bad,” he quips, and he smiles at her when their eyes meet. She sighs, unsure how they went so quickly from her making jokes about an injury to make him feel better to the other way around. She wanted nothing more than to go back to that morning, to pull him back into bed and cancel their plans for the day. He sighs and lifts his good hand as high as he can, the pain in his ribs meaning he can barely lift it from the bed, “Come here, sweetheart.”

She walks across the room and sits on the edge of the bed and she wraps both of her hands around his, “I hate today.”

He chuckles and squeezes her hand, “It’s not exactly on my top five list either,” he says, watching how she keeps her gaze on their joint hands, “Are you okay?”

She laughs dryly, and shakes her head as she looks up at him. She presses her lips together as tears press at the back of her eyes, “I think it was you who said ‘I’m fine it’s you who got hurt’ only a couple of hours ago.”

He sighs, “Em…”

She releases one of her hands from around his and wipes a stray tear from her cheek, “You got hurt because of me.”

“I got hurt because someone is trying to get a serial killer out of being tried for his crimes,” he says, smiling softly at her, “It’s not your fault,”

She wishes she could believe him, that the guilt that was churning in her belly would go away, but instead, she nods and wipes another tear from her cheek, “The team are looking at Grisham in more detail because of the explosion,” she says, “And my kitchen is a mess.”

Aaron nods, “I don’t want you by yourself tonight,” he says, already sensing her argument, “I mean it, Em. Otherwise, I’ll check myself out of here against medical advice and make sure you aren’t alone.”

He knows he’s playing dirty, that he’s using her love and concern for him against her, but it works, she relents by nodding.

“Okay,” she says, leaning down to kiss him, “I doubt Derek would have let me go anywhere alone tonight anyway,” she pushes his hair off of his forehead, “Want me to stay until you fall asleep?”

“Always,” he replies, trying to sit up for a kiss but failing. She smiles and leans down to kiss him, “Since your kitchen has been blown up,” he says as she pulls back, his breath skipping across her skin in a way she’d worried she’d never feel again, “Maybe you should just officially move in with me.”

She smiles and kisses him once more before she pulls back, “We’ll talk about it once you can sit up straight by yourself, okay?” She says, even though she knows her answer could only ever be yes.

“Okay,” he replies, leaning back against his pillow, his smile turning sleepy from all the medication in his system, “Love you.”

“You too,” she replies. She stays until he’s fallen asleep, careful when she stands up from the bed so as not to disturb him. She presses a kiss to his forehead before she steps away and leaves the room. She gives herself a moment to lean on the wall, her palm against her forehead as she blows out a breath. “Fuck this has been a long day.” She steps away from the wall as she decides to find the team, ready to leave the hospital for the evening, already mentally counting down the hours until she can come and see Aaron again.

“Agent Prentiss?”

She turns to look at a man in scrubs just to her left. There was something about his face that was familiar, but she couldn’t place it, sure he must have been one of the many nurses they’d encountered in the ER when they arrived, “Yes?”

“There’s just a few more pieces of paperwork I need you to sign.”

She nods, letting him guide her away from the hallway, towards a more isolated part of the hospital floor. It’s only when she realises they are alone she starts to question it, her usually quick mental reflexes dulled by everything that had happened since she’d woken up that morning.

“Where are we-”

She’s cut off as a hand goes over her mouth, and a needle goes into her neck. She tries to call out for help, but her head starts to swim and her eyes drift shut, plunging her into darkness.

___

She wakes up quickly, startled as she tries to remember falling asleep. Her arms ache and she looks up to see her hands are cuffed together and hooked over a metal bar above her head, she tries to pull at them, to loosen the shackles but she fails. She tries to push down the panic that being handcuffed stirs in her belly, and she shakes her head in an attempt to physically try and rid her brain of the comparison to when Ian had held her captive.

“You’re not going to get out of them.”

She turns her head, the movement making her neck ache from the strain in her arms, and is only partially surprised to find the man who she now knew had been impersonating a member of hospital staff.

“You should let me go,” she says calmly, “I’m a federal agent, you’ll be in a lot of trouble for this.”

He chuckles as he steps towards her, pulling a gun from the waistband of his pants, “You’re very confident for someone who has a gun pointed at them.”

“My team will find you,” she says, proud of herself for the steadiness of her voice, how it doesn’t shake.

He shrugs, “I think they are likely distracted by the other case you were due to talk about today,” he smirks, “The explosion was the perfect decoy.”

It clicks in her head, why she’d found his face familiar when he approached her at the hospital. He was the brother of Haig, the man she’d spoken against as part of the prosecution’s case that morning. He’d been one of the few people sitting behind Haig in the gallery, his eyes fixed on Emily the entire time she spoke.

“You’re Haig’s brother,” she says, and he clenches his teeth.

“His name is Josh.”

She nods and swallows thickly. He was unravelling in front of her, clearly not having thought any of this through beyond hurting her.

“How did you know about Grisham?” she asks and he laughs at her.

“I used to work for the DA’s office. They laid me off when my brother was arrested. When you arrested him. I still have contacts there who let me know about the other cases.”

“What’s your name?” She asks, trying to calm him down, the shake of his hand making nerves roll through her.

“Stuart.”

“Stuart, this isn’t going to help him,” she says, trying to reason with him, the ache in her arms and shoulders turning into pain that burned through her upper body, “This is only going to make things worse.”

Stuart steps towards her again, his finger over the trigger, “If you don’t talk again tomorrow he won’t go down.”

“That isn’t true,” she says, sucking in a breath as he steps even closer, the barrel of his gun against her abdomen, “Even if I’m not there, someone else will be called as an expert witness.”

“Who? He sneers, his breath smelling of whiskey and smoke as it washes over her, “Your boyfriend who almost had his face blown off?”

The door behind them bursts open and Stuart turns, his gun raised and pointed towards it, but he doesn’t have a chance to pull the trigger. A gunshot echoes throughout the room and he falls to the ground, his gun clattering across the metal floor. Emily blows out a breath and looks up, a sound she can’t name catching in her chest as her eyes meet her boyfriend’s.

The team was behind him, their guns raised, Derek clearly the one who had fired the shot that had taken out Stuart.

“Aaron,” she breathes out as he walks towards her, clearly in agony with every step he takes towards her. He’s wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, one she’s sure belongs to Derek, and his arm is strapped to his chest under it, “You’re meant to be in hospital.”

“Like I’d stay there once I found out you were missing,” he says, his eyes flicking up to her cuffed hands.

He knows he doesn’t have the strength to raise his one good hand to unhook her arms that way, so he ducks under the cuffs and into the circle of her arms, He stands up straight and her arms shift from where she’d been hooked to over his shoulders, and he lowers them both to the ground.

“Are you okay?”

They speak simultaneously and then they both laugh, which pulls a wince out of Aaron.

“How about we agree we don’t ask that question until at least the end of the day?” She says, and he nods, resting his forehead against hers as he tries to get his breath back.

“Sounds good to me,” he replies, stamping a kiss against hers.

“How did you figure it out?” She asks and a throat clears from behind them, and she suddenly remembers the team is there too.

“We watched the CCTV the minute we realised you were missing, Bella,” Dave says, walking over and undoing her cuffs before pocketing his key again. She lets the cuffs fall free and unwraps her arms from around Aaron’s neck but she doesn’t move away, “It didn’t take too long to put together.”

“And you let him check himself out of the hospital?” She asks, her face incredulous as she purposely ignores how Aaron protests next to her.

“Have you ever tried to argue with him, Princess?” Derek asks, his hands on his hips, “We can’t all get away with it like you do.”

She groans as he winks knowingly at her and she looks back at her boyfriend and leans in to talk to him, “I think we’re busted.”

He smiles at her, “Sweetheart, I think we were the moment your fridge exploded in my face.”

“Oh please,” JJ says, rolling her eyes at her friends, “We figured it out the moment Hotch ran out of the bullpen like a bat out of hell this morning when he found out about the shooting.”

She looks up at her friends with her eyebrow raised in challenge, “Look, we’ll answer all your questions later,” she says, her hand linked with Aarons, “But can you give us a minute?”

They all nod and Emily is grateful that they know when to push and when not to, and she smiles at Aaron when they back up enough to give them privacy. She leans in and stamps a kiss against his cheek.

“Thank you for coming to save me,” she says, pushing some of his hair from his face, her fingers tracing over one of the cuts on his forehead.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” he replies, “Although if we could avoid making a habit out of it when one of my arms is out of action I’d appreciate it.”

She laughs and presses her forehead against his, “Deal.” She closes her eyes and gives herself a moment to breathe him in, the scent of him lingering under the smell of disinfectant and blood.

“Em?”

“Yes, honey,” she says as she pulls back to look at him.

“I could really do with going back to the hospital now.”

-x-

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quigzahhutt · 5 months ago

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kink asks??? for free????

this is going to be my post practice lsat reward if you get to it so get hype

as for my premise…. look i’ve been listening to Juno by Sabrina Carpenter a bit recently and i keep thinking to myself self,, this song was written for omegas with a breeding kink (so all of them???)

do with this what you will. choose who you feel. i believe in you

love u dawg

kink asks for FREE! yes, you read that right, FREE! my ask box is open to requests and asks every hour, all twenty four hours, all seven days of the week, for FREE!💥💥💥🎉🎉

the people ask for breeding kink and I shall grant the people's wishes😌😌 simply doing my due diligence as a true, good American citizen

"Alex, please, need you," Liam whines from his spot on the bed, stripped bare and leaking scent in tidal waves.

Realistically, he's not quite in the throes of heat yet, still lucid enough to realize that Alex is working on it, that he's going as quick as he can to get in bed alongside Liam, but that doesn't mean he still can't be impatient.

Judging by Alex's scent, he's equally as frustrated, oozing an accompanying sour aroma along with his usual dark roast coffee.

Liam is still pretty far gone, though; he hardly remembers getting naked, and it's difficult to look anywhere else but at Alex, his instincts shrieking every time his focus isn't on him.

As soon as Alex gets settled on to the bed, Liam's scent completely overpowers everything else in the room, agitated by the movement of the mattress as Alex crawls up to him.

And isn't he just taking his sweet time. Liam can feel something like annoyance zips from the soles of his feet up to his forehead, and a keen is sneaking it's way up his throat before he can help it.

"Shh, I know," Alex mumbles before leaning down to kiss Liam on the lips, a hand sneaking down to dip into his leaking hole, fingers nudging their way in– Liam can hardly feel it.

He says he knows, but he just doesn't, and Liam is pulling his face away from the kiss with a muffled growl. His head feels foggier now, and his vision has begun tunneling, growing fuzzy around the edges until all that Liam can see is what's right in front of him.

"Alex, come on, I need it, breed me, fuck," he whines, reaching down to yank Alex's hand out of his hole, and his fingers come back lewd and sticky, shiny with an egregious amount of slick.

"Fuck- Liam, just... slow down-" Alex moans as he tries to reconcile, but Liam cuts him off with a frustrated sound.

"No, no, I need it, you don't get it-" Liam's voice clips with something feral, watery and unstable, and a phantom pressure has begun pushing down on his temples, inhibiting all his senses until all he feels is a nauseating want in his stomach.

Distantly, he can feel Alex nosing at his shoulder, rubbing his cheek against Liam's primary glands on his neck, and the action serves to help him calm down as their scents curl and mix with each other until they twist into something even sweeter, something that's mutually theirs.

The action is immediately followed by Alex's cock sinking in, in, in until he's finally settled down to the hilt, his budding knot wedged just against his rim.

The sensation immediately eases something in Liam's psyche, barely slicing through the fog in his head just enough that he realizes he's been babbling, begging for his alpha over and over again.

Alex is breathing hard against his shoulder and moaning in short intervals, lips sitting gingerly on Liam's scent glands, his hot breaths puffing out against the skin and making him shiver.

The brief moment of respite is over quickly, though, and an entirely new wave of neediness punches him in the gut, forces his body to move, to curl around Alex's lanky figure and grind down on the unmoving cock inside of him.

When Alex doesn't start moving at the first hint, Liam is vocalizing again, huffing out an annoyed sound as he grinds down again; he can feel Alex's full body shudder where he's pressed directly against him.

"Ah- fuck, come on, please just give it to me, I need it," Liam pleads.

The first thrust of Alex's hips immediately kicks Liam's brain into overdrive, his heat-ridden psyche irresistible to the tug of the growing knot pulling on his rim.

Alex is huffing against his throat, and his shoulders are hiked up to his ears, tensed as he whimpers into the crevice of Liam's shoulder and neck, as if fucking him is sapping him of all his energy already.

Alex always gets like this when Liam goes into heat. It's like he falls into a subdued state, becomes equally as overwhelmed by the oozing hormones in the atmosphere– he becomes more pliable; nonverbal besides the occasional whimper as Liam bosses him around, demands his body to do things that it won't remember.

"Mm, yeah, keep doing that," Liam slurs, and the comment acts as a command as Alex starts rabbiting his hips harder and harder, his knot now teasing painfully at his entrance on every thrust.

"Breed me, alpha, I need it- ah- you need it too, come on, give it to me. Want your pups- alpha," Liam prattles, talking and talking until Alex finally comes with a shaky groan, his knot bursting, and Liam yelps as he orgasms around it, the fog in his head finally easing into a comfortable hum.

I hope this was satisfactory :3 love u too dawg

#i looped Juno for the entire 2 hours it took me to cook this up #just as god intended #i tried to base it off the song too so maybe read it while listening to the song to get the full experience :)#liam lawson #alex albon #lialex #liam lawson x alex albon #liam lawson/alex albon #my work #asks #anyways welcome to my personal a/b/o headcanon that alphas are actually the ones who get super subby during an omegas heat #bcuz i mean like technically the alphas r only there to breed soooo #it would only make sense that the omega is the one calling the shots and it generally more in charge #erm anywayyyy. this is my alpha alex bottoming from the top agenda :)

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colakills · 1 year ago

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“Why do you talk to me?”

Joe didn’t move from where they were splayed out on the roof of the hotel, their brown hair fanning out, snow dancing on their breath. Their glasses were gathering snow as well, but they made no move to wipe them. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Oh, don’t pull that, you know why,” Symmetry snapped, then winced at her own tone. “You’re… you’re friends with… her.”

“And?”

“You can’t be friends with her and me.”

“Why not?”

Symmetry let out a frustrated hiss. “Don’t pull this on me.”

Joe’s head finally turned slightly, their eyes landing softly on Symmetry’s. “I haven’t a clue what you mean.”

She bit back an irritated howl, turning away instead, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them. “You’re infuriating.”

“I’m sorry,” Joe said, simply, honestly. “Is there any way I could help?”

“Just… tell me,” She finally said, weakly. “Why do you talk to me?”

There was a pause, where they both lay there in silence, before she heard snow crunch, and Joe sat up. She still didn’t look at him, just glared at the complex below.

“Because you’re incredible,” Joe said. “Because you’re kind, and sweet, and I like you a lot. When I told my wife, Cleo, about you, they said… well… they said I should probably do something instead of just watching from a distance, but to be honest, I’m not sure I’d be able to stay away if I wanted to.”

Symmetry sucked in a breath, gripping her legs in her frigid fingers. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I snuck onto this complex to see what evils were being kept at bay, and instead I found the kindest, most wonderful, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met,” Joe reached out, their freezing fingers brushing Symmetry’s cheek ever so softly as they brushed aside some of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. For a second, her eyes fluttered shut, and then the moment was gone. “You’re a miracle, Symmetry.”

“I’m not her, though.”

“Oh, I am very aware.”

She finally turned her head to look at them, and oh, what a sight. Their cheeks were flushed with cold, their mustache getting in their mouth, their hair slicked to their forehead. Snowflakes dotted their collar and shoulders and cheeks and- and lips, and she found her gaze lingering on those for just a bit too long.

Because, here’s the thing. Joe was beyond amazing. Joe was kind and sweet and the first person to recognize Symmetry as her own person, beyond her… sister? Beyond the other one. (God, it was ironic that the one named False was the real one.) But more than that, Joe was beautiful. Simple as that, they were stunning to look at.

She was ripped from that thought when Joe giggled, and abruptly she realized her eyes had been on their lips that whole time. She jolted, snapping her head to the side, staring at the horizon instead, her face flooding with an embarrassed heat.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh,” Joe said, sheepishly. “... Symmetry?”

“I should go,” She said, in almost a whisper. “I'm sorry.”

“No, don't,” They plead. “I'm sorry, please stay.”

She sighs, pressing the heels of her palms to her eyes. “I… I can't.”

“Please?”

She turned to look at them again, and was taken aback by the look on their face, a look she wasn't sure she'd ever seen directed at her. They looked at her like she was everything, like a blind man seeing light, like a castaway finding land, like a starving man getting food.

They looked at her like they needed her.

She surged forward, almost as if possessed, all sense leaving her as she wrapped her arms around their neck and pressed her lips to theirs. The two of them collapsed backwards into the snow, but she didn't feel the cold.

For a moment, their lips moved against each other, closed, before Joe gently parted their lips, and she gladly took the invitation and slipped her tongue into their mouth.

They tasted like tea and honey, and she never wanted to taste anything again.

Their hand slid up, settling on her cheek, pulling her hair out of her eyes gently, and she pulled back for air, leaving them both panting.

Joe's pupils were blown wide, their lips parted, their cheeks flushed. They looked beyond incredible. And judging from the look on their face, they didn't mind how she looked either.

She leaned in again, pressing a gentle kiss to their cheek, before returning to their lips. They kissed so gently, and it made her want to sink her teeth in and devour them, to make them beg and whine and plead.

Before she got the chance though, she heard footsteps on the snow below. She jolted back, keeping low to the roof, one hand coming up to cover her mouth, the other staying firm on Joe's cheek. Slowly, she leaned over the edge, watching as Renbob slowly trailed her way down the path to the conference hall, her tail swishing absently behind her.

It was almost time for their afternoon session, she realized with a wince.

She turned back to Joe, and was almost surprised to see them staring at her, pupils still wide, lips swollen and red, and for a second, she amused the idea of just staying here, kissing them until the sun rose again, just existing like that forever.

But then she stopped, and took a deep breath of the freezing air, and rubbed her eyes, and sat up.

“I have to go,” She said, tiredly. “I’m sorry.”

“Will I-” Joe took a breath, although when they spoke again, they sounded no less breathless. “Will I see you tonight?”

“I don’t know,” She said, truthfully. “I don’t know if this is a good idea.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“I just… you’re married-”

“-She doesn’t mind-”

“- And I’m in villain rehab.” She finished.

“I don’t mind. Once you get out, I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Joe, you don’t get it,” She sighed. “I’m not getting out. I don’t know what they told you, but there’s no graduation. There’s no getting better. Me and the others… we’re monsters. That’s what we are. That’s not going to change.”

Joe gazed at her, their eyes so wide and trusting. “You’re not a monster, Symmetry.”

She scoffed. “I have to go.”

“Okay,” They said. “I love you.”

She froze, before she let out a shaky breath. “I… Thank you.”

“Of course,” They smiled. “Any time.”

She whirled around, marching to the fire escape, climbing down as fast as she could without appearing to be in a panic.

EX and Hels were waiting at the bottom of the ladder, and Hels raised a single curious eyebrow, but didn’t say anything as she jogged to catch up to them.

“You look miserable,” EX said, frowning. “Where are your gloves?”

“Wh-” She jolted. “Ah, shit, I must’ve left them up there.”

“Well, you don’t have time to get them now,” Hels snapped. “Come on.”

As they walked off, Symmetry took a second to glance over her shoulder, squinting up against the snow.

She didn’t see anything against the dark sky, but somehow she could feel Joe’s eyes on her, could sense their wave, and she felt her shoulders relax, ever so slightly.

Oh, she was doomed, wasn’t she?

#evil twin therapy au #kenan's writing #ettau joemetry #ettau joe #ettau symmetry

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smilinlemon · 11 months ago

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Husband Material

a/n: fuck you, James proposal fic!

If there was one thing about James' partner that he loved the most, it was that they never saw him as some suit, some higher-up who was untouchable but as James and just James, their long-time boyfriend, and lover. As stoic and professional as he was, the moment he entered their shared home, he could let all of that go, dropped it at the door, and could just be himself, and as he watched them from the threshold of their shared kitchen he couldn't help but smile as they sang quietly to themselves, cooking what was arguably his favorite meal that they had introduced to them early in their relationship.

“I can feel you burning a hole in my back, Jamie.” They piped up, setting down their kitchen utensils before turning to face him with a bright smile as they leaned against the counter.

James laughed softly, making his way over and planting a gentle kiss on their forehead as they wrapped their arms around his waist in a gentle hug.

“Couldn't help it, I’ve always told you that you look gorgeous when you're in your element, and that certainly hasn't changed in the four years we’ve been together.” He responded, gently bumping his forehead against theirs before scrunching his nose lightly as they pressed a kiss to his nose.

“You flatter me with your words, as always mi amor. Dinner should be ready soon, set the table for me?” they asked softly, all he gave was a small nod as he pressed a chaste kiss to their lips before reluctantly leaving to set the table.

After setting the table, he took a moment to linger by his jacket that hung by the door. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a small box, popping the top to reveal a gold banded ring with their favorite gemstone laid delicately in the middle. Years prior, when James had started to consider proposing to them, they had off-handly mentioned that they thought diamonds weren’t what they ever really cared about. He remembered the moment vividly as they slowly made their way through the jewelry shop, stopping in front of the engagement rings.

“I've never really cared for diamonds… if I were to get married, I wouldn't want a diamond ring. As long as the meaning is true, the gem could be something as simple as an amethyst because in the end, price doesn't matter, the love does.” so James dutifully filed that away, closely studying their favorite metal color, their favorite color, and gemstone before finally settling on what he deemed to be the perfect ring for them. Pocketing the ring box, he took a deep breath and returned to the kitchen, if the moment was right, he’d propose.

“You need help carrying the food out, love?” he offered, stepping beside his lover. They gave a small nod in response, handing him the serving platter as they grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. Once they were both settle and the food was served, the meal went well, with James giving vague details about his day and his lover returning with a plethora of detail. He sat in awe, listening to the love of his life go on and on about what they were passionate about, and at this moment, he realized that he truly wanted to spend the rest of his life with them.

“Love,” he started, reaching his hand across the table to take their hand. “Can I?” he asked, nodding his head in a silently understood gesture. “I've got something I want to tell you but can't seem to form the words.” he chucked nervously. They simply nodded with a smile and james let out a soft sigh as he entered their mind, being greeted with a soft ‘Hi darling” which made him smile even brighter before he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, clearing his mind the best he could. James knew full well that he would ramble on and on but he would try and keep it as clear as he could.

‘Ive been thinking about this for a long time.’ ‘I never knew how to tell you, even after all these years.’ ‘four years together, the greatest four years of my life and I want it to be four hundred years more with you.’ ‘god, thats so stupid and cheesy but thats what you do to me. ‘ ive never felt this way about anyone before and I just…’ his mind was running a mile as he tried desperately to keep himself in check while simultaneously being honest. James’ mind was interrupted by the soothing call of his lover.

‘James, it’s okay. Take your time, im not going anywhere.’ they thought, James looked up from his plate with a smile, his entire body relaxing just hearing them in his head. The blonde gave a small nod and took one more deep breath, reaching for their hand which they happily accepted.

‘We’ve been together for almost five years now. You’ve been by my side through the toughest parts of my life, this job especially. But coming home to you is my favorite part of the day, you make my day better even if it's been the worst day i've ever had. I come home and you’re always here with a warm hug and a kiss to greet me and I can't thank you enough. Been thinking of this moment for ages, the day I come home and ask you to be mine forever so here goes…’

James reaches into his pant pocket and pulls out the velvet ring, sliding it to the middle of the table before looking up at his lover with a soft smile. Tears welled in their eyes as they shakily reached for the box, opening it to reveal the ring as James continued.

‘Will you do the honor of being my spouse?’ They stood abruptly from the table, startling James for a moment only to be enveloped in what could only be described as a tackle hug that nearly took him out of the dining chair. “Jesus Christ James, of course.” They muttered into the crook of his neck before pulling back and pressing a kiss to his tear-stained cheek. James hadn’t even realized he was crying up until that point, he rarely cried to begin with but of course, his love would be the one to make him cry tears of joy.

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thunderblessedhero-old · 10 months ago

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[Attached: A short clip of N and Blake at the birthday party. Fairy lights are strung up in what looks like a small backyard, and there’s soft, pleasant music playing from a small radio. You can notice some familiar guests moving about the tables of food in the background- Cheren, Alder, Bianca, Anthea, Concordia, to name a few- as well as Sage Rood and a few individuals who are likely ex-Plasma grunts. At one point you catch August and Hugh running by, chasing after a familiar little Zorua carrying a hotdog in its mouth.

Blake and N are swaying together along to the music, underneath the warm glow of the fairy lights that paints both their forms gold. Blake is wearing a simple t-shirt and shorts, and N has on a silky black dress with a ribbon tied around the waist. Their conversation is a little drowned out by the sound of the music and the guests chatting over each other, but you manage to pick up a little of what they’re saying.

“Does the dress fit okay?” Blake asks.

“Yeah-” N pauses to look down at his outfit, seeming to admire it for a moment before returning his eyes to his partner. “You said you helped pick it out? Is that why you were checking your phone so much earlier?”

“Yep,” Blake replies with a bit of a sheepish grin and a shrug. “Your sisters ran over to the local thrift store right after we left. I knew you’d been wanting your own dress for a while, so…”

He smiles down fondly at them, before reaching a hand up to cup their cheek. “I love it, strawberry. It’s beautiful.”

“I’m glad,” Blake’s smile grows, and their face turns a few shades warmer as they clear their throat. “You- you look beautiful in it.”

The two giggle at their own cheesiness for a few seconds, before continuing their relaxed sway. After a while, though, a contemplative look crosses N’s face and his eyes drift to the ground. “Sorry I, um… earlier…”

Immediately knowing what he was talking about, Blake simply sighs through their nose and gives him an understanding nod. “Hey, it’s okay- nothin’ to be sorry for. I know this is all so… new. For both of us, and- especially you.”

“I think I… kinda get too caught up in trying to be a good partner sometimes,” they admit. “-that I might come off a bit… overbearing? After everything we’ve been through together, I just really want you to feel happy and comfortable around me- I don’t want you to still feel guilty about the last two years. But I… I know firsthand those feelings don’t just go away overnight, so… if I ever come off as too much or overstep any of your boundaries, don’t be afraid to let me know, okay?”

“I know,” N assures them, running his thumb along the back of their hand. “I actually really enjoyed today, honest. Just still… fighting back those feelings of hesitance and self doubt all the time. I don’t mean to make you feel like you’re not doing enough- like you said, this is all still so new… But I do appreciate everything you do for me. Truly.”

Blake chuckles, before resting their head against his chest, finding comfort in the sound of his heartbeat. N leans into to affection, one arm winding around their waist and the other still holding their hand.

“You know what?” Blake murmurs. “I’m really glad you’re the one I get to go on this little journey with. No matter how messy it gets sometimes. I’ll fight off a million angry, lettuce-hungry Swanna if it means I get to be by your side through it all,”

N hums in agreement, holding them closer with a hint of amusement tugging at his lips. “You know it was my bird call that made that Swanna back off, right?”

“Okay yeah, but I helped.”

“Sure you did,” N chuckles, before tilting their chin up to press a kiss to their lips. It’s short and sweet, and as they pull away the two heroes of Unova look at each other like they’re the only ones in the world right now.

“…I love you.” N whispers after a moment, resting his forehead against theirs.

“I love you too.”

End video.]

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mayfieldsqueen · 2 years ago

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one step closer (vampire!eddie mansion x reader)

summary: vampire eddie. that's it hehe. did i lean into stereotypes? absolutely. but he doesn't sparkle or burn in the sun

word count: 1.4k

warnings: swearing, vampire eddie is very forward, like two mentions of blood

Eddie Munson. Guitarist, friend, Dungeon Master. Freak.

At least that’s what you were told when you asked around about the shaggy haired, loud-mouthed boy from the cafeteria. Only a small collective actually liked the guy, the group of gaggly teens who seemed to follow him everywhere. They were the only ones to say anything positive about him.

Repeating your senior year, in a new school, new town made it difficult to make any friends. Your first lunch break was lonely, seated at the edge of an almost empty table, not a word spoken in your direction. In the middle of sipping your drink, a commotion erupted. You looked up to see the dark-haired boy standing on the table, middle finger raised at a jock, causing you to laugh.

“Who is that?” You asked quietly to one of the girls sat on the table.

“Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson,” she scoffed. “He’s so weird.” All you could do was nod, eyes fixated on him.

Three weeks in and still no friends had you wandering around the halls after school searching for clubs, desperate for any interaction other than answering questions in class. Walking past a seemingly empty room, the lights off and door closed, you sighed, defeated.

“Jesus, Henderson how many times? I am allergic to garlic!” You stopped in your tracks. This voice you recognised anywhere. It was him.

“But my mom made it!” A younger voice responded, coming from the dark room.

“I don’t care if Ozzy made it, doesn’t mean I can eat it!”

You stepped towards the door, ear pressed against the worn wood listening to the two boys argue. Feeling brave, you moved in closer only for the door to open.

“Oh shit,” fell from your lips as you stumbled into the room, tripping over air. They just stared at you, a smirk plastered on the older’s face. “Uh, sorry, wrong room.” You turned to leave and smacked your head on the door. “For fuck’s sake!”

“You okay, sweetheart?” Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the low pitch of his voice. You nodded as you faced him once more, holding your forehead. Gently, he moved your hand to inspect the skin, grazing his fingertips lightly. “Well, there’s no lump or mark so I think you’ll survive.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you breathed out, aware of your close proximity. In this light, he looked so pale, almost ghostly. “Sorry for interrupting. I’ll go now.”

He held your arm, not letting you turn, “It’s okay, I was just teaching little Dustin here how to not kill someone.” The younger boy simply raised his middle finger. “Charming, isn’t he? You can stay if you want.”

And you did. The next hour was spent talking with the boys, telling them about your life and learning about theirs. Half an hour in, Eddie had placed his hand on the back of your neck, thumb rubbing up and down the column.

When you left he walked you to your car as Dustin waited by his van. He hugged you goodbye, and you swore you heard him deeply inhale.

More and more in school you walked past him, the smell of cigarettes and burning wood became all too familiar. He winked at you every time you made eye contact with him. The need to be around him only grew.

Bravely, you invited yourself to sit with him at lunch and he barked orders at the younger ones to move down. As you ate, his foot slowly slid up and down your calf causing you to choke on your food. He patted his hand against your back, and left it there. At this point you noticed he didn’t have any food.

“Do you want some?” You asked, nodding at your tray.

“I’m okay, sweetheart, thanks for asking.” He smiled with his teeth, a new smile you’ve not seen before. Looking closer, you saw the sharpness of his canines, pointier and longer than most. He stopped smiling, winked again and whispered hotly into your ear, “Meet me in the woods behind school after last period, okay?”

“Okay,” you breathed out, unable to form proper sentences.

After school, you walked into the woods, hands gripping the straps of your bag nervously. The crunch of the leaves beneath your feet the only noise besides the thoughts running through your head. What could Eddie want with you? Why did you have to meet in the woods?

A wooden table made its way into view as you manoeuvred through the trees. Carefully, you sat down, feeling on edge. You deeply inhaled and exhaled to calm your racing heart. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what made you nervous. Perhaps the unknown.

A crack of a twig startled you. You turned your head to see Eddie emerging from the woods. Getting up, you smiled to greet him. You stopped in your tracks when you saw red lines falling down his chin.

“Eddie? Is that-“ You swallows thickly. “Is that blood?”

“Do you believe in the supernatural?” He stepped forward. Your legs were frozen.

“Is that blood?” You asked more firmly, enunciating every word. Slowly, he nodded and wiped his mouth. He took a few sips from a water bottle he was holding.

“See? All clean now.” He smirked. Your breathing shallowed as he reached a hand out to your cheek. A calm washed over your body, as if submerged under a sea of peace. “No need to be scared, sweetheart. I would never harm you.”

“What are you?” You said, quiet but harsh.

“I ask again - do you believe in the supernatural?” You shrugged. He smiled softly and said, “Sit down, yeah? I’ve got a lot to tell you.”

He held your hands as he told you about other dimensions, other species. Stories of Hawkins fighting these monstrosities filled the air. Lastly, he told you what he was.

“A vampire?” You scoffed, pulling your hands back. “You expect me to believe any of that?”

“You’re telling me you don’t?”

“No, I- I don’t.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.” You stared at him. He opened his mouth slightly to reveal his fangs and his eyes glowed red. A chill ran through you and you shook your head. “I can’t believe it.”

“Well you should because it’s true.” His foot once again crept up your calf. You made no effort to move him.

“Okay,” you said, shifting in your seat slightly, “let’s say I play along. How long have you been a vampire?”

“Nearly a year.”

“How did it happen?”

“That Vecna guy I told you about.”

“Hmm.” You locked your eyes with his intense gaze. “Any superpowers?”

“Super strength, I’m quite fast, and, uh, I can sense when people, you know, like me.” He winked at you. Your stomach plummeted and your face fell. Your gaze shifted to the wood beneath your fingers as you picked at your nails.

“Do you, um, force people to like you? Or do you just know?”

Eddie inhaled and tilted your chin up with his index and middle fingers, “I just know. It’s a mix of your heart rate and blood pressure, stuff like that. Smells great.”

“You like the smell of my blood?” You whispered, highly aware of his lack of personal space.

“I like your everything.” Heat rushed to your cheeks and you tried to look away but his hand kept you still. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you said softly. Eddie jumped up and joined you on your side of the table. His hand came up to caress your cheek, fingers dancing across the skin.

Slowly, the two of you leant in, breathing loudly. Your hand landed on his thigh to steady yourself, causing him to chuckle. He ghosted his lips over yours for a moment before you closed the gap. The kiss was tender, unlike you would expect from the obnoxious boy. His hand travelled down your neck as the other held onto your waist. Your lips moved gently against his, taking in and appreciating this newfound joy. As his tongue teased your bottom lip, your other hand snaked into his hair, tugging lightly. He groaned into your mouth and took the opportunity to pull you on his lap.

Pulling apart, you smiled lazily at him. He chuckled at your dazed expression and placed another quick kiss on your lips. He gripped your waist with both hands as you played with his hair.

“Is that a vampire superpower?”

“No I’m just a great kisser.”

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mamasturn · 2 years ago

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forever yours.

pairing: ep (2022) x black!fem!oc (unnamed, no vivid descriptions)

content: he wants to know if he is hers and and if she is is.

warning: none.

note: literally thought i wasn't going to write. i'll always write lol. it's just going to be at a slower pace. anyway this was my older writing style and im trying to get back into it, so excuse if it's not all that great! please reblog and like <3

“Why should I accept your advances, Mr. Presley?”

He could’ve laughed at her question. A chortle of disbelief, a chuckle of shock, a howl of confusion. He pressed his lips together in a thin line as his mind turned like train-wheels, rapid and consistent.

It would’ve embarrassed her, the answer he would’ve provided. He could already picture her eyebrows reaching her forehead and the deep frown lines that would etch into her skin. Her jaw would fall slack and her lips would form a perfectly shaped “O” as a gasp of horror crept from her throat. He’d look at her unbothered, just as unbothered as she took him to be at the moment.

He only wished she’d shield her mind opinions from the outside influences that didn’t matter. No, they didn’t matter at all. The outside world had no clue what they’d gone through, what he wanted to go through with her.

He slipped into a state of reminiscence. To the first time he took her as his own. The way she clung to him like a child, singing his praises as he loved her into oblivion. How she whimpered sweet nothings into his ear and encouraged him to keep making her feel good. How they exchanged I love you’s when their tango of love ended, and stared at each other like lovesick teenagers until sleep clouded their sight.

He wanted more experiences with her. To take her to a beach where she’d run while and collect seashells while digging her feet into the sand. To move her into his home and make it theirs. To put not one, but two rings on her finger so they’d share a last name and a legacy. It all could’ve been possible, if she just said yes. If she pushed her ego to the side, if she trampled fear into submission to her authority and simply said yes to the possibility of something beautiful. He’d be the handyman of it all. She just had to be willing to receive.

She awaited his answer. Her patience began to wear thinner than the pins that held her outfit together. “Are you gonna give me an answer?”

He nodded slowly and took a step toward her. Her hand shot up and took rest against his chest. Her fingers clutched his black lace shirt and her nails were caught between the stitches, gazing his hot skin with every breath he took.

“Because,” he began. He dropped his head and let his lips ghost over the shell of her ear. She shuddered. His free hand cupped her back to keep her upright against him. With each swipe of his lips against her ear, she broke down. Clenched fists, soft mewls, and fluttered eyelids. It was impossible to resist him—she knew it, yet kept trying it. “I am the only man whose put in the effort to even make advances toward you. But if you don’ want me, I won’ force you to have me.”

“Baby…” she whispered lowly. One by one the walls of her fortress fell at his feet.

“So I’ll ask you again,” he started. His left hand caressed her body in ways only he knew she enjoyed. Down her back, across her bottom, and resting along her hip. “Are you gon’ be mine for real or am I gon’ have to step back?” Actions followed his words. He began to peel away from her however he didn’t make it more than an inch before he was thrust back against her. A smirk crept onto his full lips.

She tilted her head to meet his lips. Their mouths danced together with uncoordinated choreography. Organised chaos, if one could describe it. She clutched onto his white jacket like she never wanted him to go, like she’d be terrified if he tried. Her lips parted and she spoke into his mouth, “I’ll always be yours.”

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bi-bard · 2 years ago

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I'll Love You When the Oceans Dry - Malcolm Bright Imagine (Prodigal Son)

Title: I'll Love You When the Oceans Dry

Pairing: Malcolm Bright X Reader

Based On: She Calls Me Back

Word Count: 653 words

Warning(s): subtle reference to insecurities

Summary: Malcolm wasn't one to go out looking for love. When he met (Y/n), it simply hit him like a train. He felt like he was balancing on the line between healthy and obsessive. Maybe that balancing act wasn't as scary as he originally thought it was.

Author's Note: It has been a while since I've written for this character. I hope people still like how I write him because I've missed him.

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**Written in third person**

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It would be reckless to claim that one person could repair any problem that one had with their sleep cycle.

However, Malcolm would be lying if he tried to claim that having (Y/n) next to him didn't help him a little bit.

Maybe it was because being able to wake up and see them was very comforting.

Now... it was thoughts like that that worried him about his feelings for them.

He couldn't help but feel obsessive at times. He would find himself awake far earlier than he should've been and let himself relax next to (Y/n) like it was the most natural thing in the world.

His hand would cup the side of (Y/n)'s face as he scanned every part of their face.

Malcolm knew that they loved him, but he couldn't help but wonder if it felt like it did for him. If it felt like one touch could calm them in a moment. If it felt like being away from them made it just a little bit harder to breathe. If their mind couldn't help but wander to him and wonder about what he was doing when he wasn't with them.

He wanted to know how much of their mind he occupied.

(Y/n)'s eyes would slowly open a little while after Malcolm's. They would grin at him, tilting toward the palm of his hand. The skin offered them a sense of comfort and safety.

"Morning," (Y/n) muttered before looking over Malcolm's shoulder to the window. "Well... almost."

It was still dark outside. The best light source at the time was the streetlight outside of the window. It barely managed to graze part of Malcolm's arm.

"How'd you sleep," they asked.

"Fine," Malcolm said. (Y/n), through tired glances and a yawn, raised an eyebrow at him. 'Fine' was rarely a good answer from Malcolm. "Better."

(Y/n) chuckled. They reached up and grabbed his hand, moving it enough so they could press a kiss to his palm. He took a deep breath as they did. How could one small motion bring him so much comfort?

(Y/n) kept Malcolm's hand in theirs. Their lips rested against the side, a small grin forming as they watched his eyes study them.

"What's on your mind?"

Malcolm almost didn't hear the question. He was just so focused on committing every detail of them to memory.

"Malcolm?"

He blinked a few times, feeling like he was tuning back into the moment in front of him. (Y/n) had leaned back a bit, their thumb still running over the skin of his hand.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You," he replied. He was well aware of how sappy that sounded. He saw it in the amused look on (Y/n)'s face. "Sometimes I think I'm too in love with you."

(Y/n) furrowed their eyebrows.

"When does it become obsessive," he asked. "When does you constantly being on my mind go from sweet to creepy?"

He leaned forward, his forehead pressing against theirs. (Y/n) wasn't sure if he wanted a real answer or not.

In all honesty, Malcolm wasn't quite sure either. He just felt like his heart was being pulled to them. A constant state of longing that he grew to adore. He couldn't imagine his life without that feeling at this point.

(Y/n) pressed their lips to his.

It was a gentle kiss. Gentle and slow. Malcolm felt like he couldn't kiss them back fast enough before they pulled away again.

"I love you," they mumbled to him, face mere inches from his. "I love you so much. I couldn't see you loving me as 'creepy'. I just want to love and be loved by you."

Malcolm's smile grew again. "I love you too."

(Y/n) leaned forward and kissed him again.

He could live his entire life with that longing feeling in his chest as long as he knew that he could always come back to moments like this.

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Author's Note: Not gonna lie, I really like this. It's just so gentle and loving.

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voiddrop · 3 years ago

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Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW) for TASM Peter Parker.

Well since you requested a full alphabet for this man, I simply must comply. My love for Peter demands as much.

NSFW Alphabet for Peter Parker (TASM)

Tags: 18+ please, NSFW (obviously), talks about sex, talks about cum, discussion of kinks, just avoid this if you don’t like smut.

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

Peter is a giver first and foremost, which means even if he barely has any time, he will do everything he can to make sure you’re okay and looked after. He cleans you up, brings you water, makes sure you’re okay and comfortable. If he doesn’t have to rush out on patrol, he spends that time just holding you, tracing patterns against your skin and letting you listen to his heartbeat. If he does have to go, he still takes the time to clean you up and tuck you in, pressing kisses to your forehead and promising to be back soon.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Peter really likes his arms. He likes them because he knows how much you like them, he knows how you stare whenever he wears that black tank top that hugs him tightly and makes his arms and back look so toned. It strokes his ego because there was a time when he was skinny, nerdy Peter Parker that girls didn’t look twice at; and while he doesn’t need girls to look at him now, because he has you, he still likes knowing that he’s not just a ‘skinny nerd’ anymore. Even if you’ve told him that even as a skinny nerd, you absolutely would’ve let him fuck you behind the bleachers.

On you, he loves your thighs. Doesn’t matter if you have small thighs, he likes how big his hands look on them; and if you have thick thighs, he loves how they fill his palms, fingers digging into the skin. He especially loves holding them open as he fucks you, tilting his head down to watch his cock disappear inside you, and then keeping them pinned open to watch his cum gush out of you.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Peter cums a lot and he definitely prefers cumming inside. He likes pressing close to you, buried to the hilt, groaning against your mouth or throat as he empties himself. Then he likes to pull away and push open your thighs so he can watch his cum ooze out of you. It never fails to get him railed up enough for another round, where he can finger his cum back into you before sliding right back inside to fuck you into the mattress again.

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

Peter has a slight pain kink, which when mixed with how touch starved he is, and his constant burning need to feel wanted, means that patching him up can lead to some... interesting situations. He really likes it when you take care of him. He likes watching you as you gently, so fucking gently, wipe away the blood and carefully stitch him up. Something about having your focus entirely on him when he’s like that makes him stir in his pants.

The first time you caught him he was incredibly embarrassed, but now its just part of the healing process. You patch him up, murmuring affirmations and praise that get him panting and needy, then ride him so fucking slowly it makes his head spin. He’s a breathless mess by the time he cums, clinging to you and letting praise pour from his lips.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Peter has some experience. There were some girls he took pity on Peter in high school, and of course his relationship with Gwen, which means he knows his way around another person. He didn’t really bother with sex in college, not until he met you, but there were a few drunken one night stands with men and women just to fuck out his anger at the world. He’s not clueless and he’s damn good with his fingers. Not to mention his love for science and finding answers means that he’s more than capable of working you open until he knows exactly how to take you apart.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He likes mating press, he likes being able to see your face, having you pressed under him, taking everything he gives you as he fucks you hard, and fast; but he also likes having you ride him, likes holding your hips and guiding you to rock and bounce on his cock. Whether he’s laid back or sitting up so he can kiss you, he goes crazy for how you rock your hips on him. And when you’re too tired to keep going, getting to bounce you on him as he pistons up into you is such a huge turn on.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Peter’s a pretty goofy individual in general. I feel like he can be serious, after a rough patrol when all he wants is to feel you, be close to you, kiss you. Those are the nights he’s serious. He fucks you slow and deep, face focused, mouthing at your skin as he whispers how much you mean to him against you in reverence until you’re both trembling.

Other days he’ll bite at your cheek just to hear you laugh, he’ll tickle along your sides to make you squirm under him. He grins down at you as he makes stupid quips in such a cocky tone you have no choice but to whack him on the chest as you snort.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s not the kind of guy that shaves entirely, it feels uncomfortable for him. There’s hair down there, he keeps it groomed as best as he can but just like the hair on his head, it can be a little wild at times. Never out of control though, unlike his constant bed head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He’s very intimate, always caressing and holding even if he doesn’t necessarily have the time. He’s big on giving praise, so he’ll often be telling you how good you feel, even if it’s wrapped in filthier words. Doesn’t matter what kind of mood he’s in, he’s so keen to praise you and hold you. You never end up not feeling utterly adored.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He definitely still gets off, sometimes he just really doesn’t have the time to see you or bother you before he has to go. So it ends up with him, fucking his fist desperately, eyes scrunched shut and head tilted back as he imagines you. Nowadays, he feels like he can’t cum unless he’s thinking about you; or if he does it’s not nearly as good. He’ll imagine your mouth wrapped around him, or try to think it’s your hand stroking him as you whisper sweet words in his ear.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

First and foremost, praise. Peter has such a huge fucking praise kink. He wants to know he’s doing good, whether he’s the dominant or submissive in the situation. If he’s topping you, it’s a lot of questions about how he’s making you feel, do you like what he’s doing, does it feel good? If he’s the submissive, he’ll just downright beg for you to tell him he’s doing good; and boy does he look pretty doing it, on his knees between your thighs, looking up at you with lust-blown pupils, whispering huskily, “Please tell me I’m doing a good job. Wanna know I’m making you feel good, please.”

He’s also, surprise surprise, very keen on the idea of using his webs to tie you down or hold you up. Whether its pinning your wrists to the bed or to the wall, or even fashioning a sex swing out of his webs, he just really likes seeing you trapped in it. He likes watching you tug at it as you tremble and writhe in pleasure. You look so perfect wrapped in his web.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He doesn’t have a favourite place. Anywhere he can crowd you back against a wall, or lay you down/bend you over some furniture is good enough for him. As long as you’re comfortable.

Peter’s needy, he’s always happy to take you wherever and whenever you’d like. Though, he is rather fond of fucking you on the kitchen counter. If he comes home from work - as Spider-Man or his day job - to find you in the kitchen, he’s always happy to pick you up, set you on the counter, and eat you out before fucking you right there.

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

You. As I’ve said before, Peter is so damn needy. The man is touch starved, he craves any and all attention you’ll give him; and he’s always ready for you, since you can get him hard at the drop of a hat. Even if you just alter your tone slightly, sigh his name, or bite your lip, it’s enough to have him become putty in your hands. He’ll pin you against the nearest surface, or let you pin him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

A surprisingly unpopular opinion, I don’t think Peter would have a daddy kink. I think the poor man has too much trauma revolving around father figures (His dad, Uncle Ben, Captain Stacy) that the thought of being called it in bed just... wouldn’t sit right with him. I think it would make him pretty uncomfortable.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

While Peter absolutely loves it when you suck his dick, and believe me he does, he will always prefer giving. He’s a giver, he likes to focus on your pleasure first and foremost. Peter’s very aware of how many men that won’t give head but expect it, so he’s the total opposite. Plus, he just genuinely likes it. He likes how it makes you gasp and moan, rock your hips against his mouth. He could stay between your thighs for hours if you let him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It entirely depends on his mood but for the most part, I think Peter fucks like a rabbit. He’s quick, hips snapping into you at a toe-curling pace. He knows the difference between ‘faster’ and ‘harder’ though. He’ll either fuck you so quick you have to scramble for purchase, or it’ll be slow and hard. Easing out only to drag you back down onto him, filling you up suddenly only to slowly pull out again, making sure you feel every inch of him.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies happen pretty commonly, sometimes he swings by in the middle of a patrol or right before one. He doesn’t absolutely love them because it means he can’t take his time utterly ruining you, but he doesn’t hate them. He still likes getting to feel you pressed against him, even if he would prefer it if he could spend an hour between your legs before he was fucking you fast and hard.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Peter is definitely a fan of experimenting. I don’t think there’s much that’s an immediate turn off so he’ll at least try something first, with a few exceptions. It was through experimenting that he found out he liked roleplaying after all, and he liked the thrill of hunting you as Spidey, then fucking you against a wall or over a desk.

He’s a scientist, experimenting is what they do.

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

Oh, Peter can go all night. His stamina is incredible, definitely too much to jump into all at once. There’s rarely ever just one round with Peter. If you have the time then he has you between the sheets for a good few hours, at least.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s not opposed to toys but I don’t see him actually owning any before you. After you get together, he’s definitely a fan of using your toys on you, he likes pinning your hips down and fucking you with a vibrator, or letting you fuck him with one. Peter’s very open like that, even if how high-pitched and whiney he gets when you have the toy slamming against his prostate makes him blush.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He verbally teases a lot but he’s not the type to deny you an orgasm, rather the opposite. Peter prefer to overstimulate rather than edge. He likes how desperate it makes you, how you can barely string together a sentence as you buck your hips against and then away from his hands, mouth, or cock.

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

He’s definitely vocal because he knows how much you like it. Peter will whine and groan, he fucking whimpers when you get him worked up enough, and when he’s coming it’s always with a long moan that could make any pornstar blush. Not to mention how much he talks. Low and husky, right in your ear when he’s the one in control, asking you what you want, praising you for what you take.

Or breathy and soft when you’re fucking him stupid.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Sometimes, after a very long day, all he wants to do is hand over control. When his work as Spider-Man has been incredibly draining, or he’s tired of putting his brilliant mind to work in the lab, he just wants to come home and hand control over to you. You can always tell when he’s in one of those moods cause even after years together, he still looks so nervous when he asks for it. His face red, pupils blown, looking down anxiously.

But that anxiety disappears along with every cognitive thought he’s capable of when you get him on all fours on the bed. Then he’s whining and babbling as you fuck him completely dumb. He loves the feeling of you filling him, draping over his back and fisting his cock with one hand. By the end, he’s putty, pliant and submissive as you clean him up and crawl into bed. He just wants to be held after, happy to curl up against you, press his face into your chest, and just doze off like that.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s long - seven and half inches - decently thick too but not massive in that regard. His cock curves up just slightly which you definitely feel when he’s fucking you. The head flushes bright red when he’s hard and honestly, I think he’s still pretty big when flaccid too.

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

Peter is incredibly needy and can go a long time, his sex drive is through the roof but how frequently it actually happens would entirely depend on how comfortable his partner is and what they want. However, don’t be surprised to find him snuggling up against your back with a very clear erection pressing against you, or waking up to him rutting against your ass in his sleep.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he’s been the dominant, he prefers to stay up and hold you, admire you as you sleep in his arms - plus, Peter has some insomnia anyway so he tends to stay up later. If you’ve just blown his back out, he’s out like a light. It’s one of the few things that actually puts him to bed immediately.

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cynettic · 3 years ago

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Kissing Genshin Characters before you Die

Summary - Kissing the Genshin Characters one last time before you enter the battlefield.

Pairings - Reader x Albedo / Barbara / Bennett / Beidou / Chongyun / Diluc / Eula / Kazuha / Kaeya / Ayaka / Ningguang / Childe / Venti / Xiao / Zhongli

Warnings - Angst, death mentions

Tips - I wrote this listening to ‘Lovely’ and ‘Listen before I go,’ so it might make it better if you listen to both those songs while reading this :’) Both are by Billie Eilish btw, both reverb and slowed down songs for the extra angst

A/N - Im so tired, so so tired of human interaction and having no motivation to talk to people. Its like my social battery simply does not recharge, and I'm stuck writing about interactions I wish I could have, even if it's angst. Burying myself in the delusion that being in a different reality would change everything, burying myself in little imaginations and dreams of a love that doesn't exist.

Also yes, if you did notice the song lyrics playing at first are from "If the World was Ending," used to listen to that song so much. Thought it would fit this :)

“If the world was ending you’d come over right?”

It was absolute chaos, flames crawling up the wooden buildings and spreading smoke through the nation of Teyvat. Everything burned with the scorching heat, children crying, men and woman trying to run from the unescapable flames. Terror etched into citizens faces when encountering the monsters who appeared unaffected by the destruction.

Hilichurls and ruin guards smashing past people, till there was nowhere to run. And it was the mere decision of whether being beaten to death or burnt crisp was a better way to leave this world.

“You’d come over and you’d stay the night.”

But there you were, weapon in hand as you stood up against the blaze. Strong against the unblinking inferno in front of you, unwavering as you stood in front of the monsters that eagerly rushed towards you. Cut and obliterated in seconds, your eyes held nothing but a sickening disgust.

You slowly turned back to your s/o, relief quenching your heart when they were safe in the little location you’d found for them. They were injured, they wouldn't be sitting on the sidelines otherwise. And holding your weapon up again, you claimed the role of protector against the hoard of monsters.

“Would you love me for the hell of it?”

Their voice broke past your focus, a ragged sound that was suffering. It only took you a few strides till you reached them, crouching down to face them fully. Your faces were mere inches away, and you could see the frustration on their face. A deeply rooted feeling that fueled the action as they curled their hand around your head. Pressing your lips against theirs, one last kiss before you assumed the role of predator against the monsters.

“All our fears would be irrelevant.”

Both hands coming to hold their face, you pressed forwards into their kiss. Grasp tight against them, clinging onto them as if they were your lifeline.

“If the world was ending you’d come over right?”

You kissed them as if the world wasn't a aflame, like it was just you both sitting there. Hands grasping for their skin, for their lips, for them. Because without them you couldn't live in this smoldering world, a bright light that cocooned you in its comforting warmth. Nothing like the blazing flames that surrounded the two of you.

You kissed them like they were the only thing that mattered.

“The sky’d be falling and I’d hold you tight.”

But you felt the shake in their hands as they pressed their hand against your back, scared to let you go, scared to lose you. Scared to let this kiss end and have to face the scorching reality.

“And there wouldn't be a reason why.”

You pressed one last kiss to their forehead, basking in their embrace once more between you broke away. The look on your face was confident as you faced them one last time, softened by their teary eyes. Whispering soft words to them, you could only watch as they broke down, a tight feeling in your chest urging you to do the same.

But no, you had to be strong. For them, for yourself, for all of Teyvat. You slowly turned to the flames and monsters, holding up your weapon, screaming one last battle cry as you let your weapon lead your actions. As you let death become your only objective in a flurry to protect your partner.

“We would even have to say goodbye.”

Sobs wretched out of their throat as they watched you crumble, watched you fall the ground and collapse. Till the movement of your chest came to an abrupt stop, and monsters pooled at your sides.

They were forced to watch, unable to move.

“If the world was ending you’d come over right?”

Their cries turned to whimpers, until they couldn't hear the noises that spilled form their lips. Until they didn't care. What they cared about was thrown on their battlefield, beaten and ragged, torn and broken.

Dead.

“You’d come over… right?”

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Albedo

He takes his time, hand on the back of your neck pushing you so hard against him till he’s woozy. Memorizing the feel of your plush lips against his, molding them into memory with every kiss. He’ll break away from your lips, pressing soft pecks up your face, along your nose, to your forehead. Infatuated with the way your hands gently hold his face, careful, delicate. He doesnt want to let you go, and with one final peck right between your eyes, he’ll close his eyes, whispering a goodbye as you leave. He doesnt open them when you die, he doesnt open them when the monsters reach him. No, he dies in your embrace, even if its not real.

Barbara

Desperate, oh so desperate. She doesnt know what to do with you when you press your hands to her face, tearful. You’ll have to be the one to initiate the kiss, muffling her cries with a short lived sweetness between the two of you. She’ll have her hands all over you, unsure of how to hold you, how to press you against her. She wants to stay like this forever, and even if her kisses are sloppy and messy, she’s crying too much to notice. She won’t break away, you’ll have to tug your way out of her grip and press one last kiss to her forehead. Her voice is angelic, even when she cries. You remind yourself that this is what you’re protecting as you enter the battlefield, giving it your all.

Beidou

Oh she knows, knows how this will play out. The kisses shared between the two of you are strong and compassionate, its more intense than any other kiss you’ve both shared before. Because she knows. She knows what’ll become of you and her, that this is the last kiss she’ll share with you, that there's nothing she can do about it. She lets herself indulge in you, her strong hold on you never letting go until you vocally ask her to let you go. You make her promises she knows you can't keep, but simply smiles, telling you to come back to her.

Bennett

Awkward, his hands will grab your shoulders when you approach him, pressing for a kiss immediately. He misses his mark, accidentally pressing his lips to the edge of your lips, noses bumping against each other as he tries to shift his face. You chuckle, holding his face as you adjust the angle, till you can fully reach his lips and press him against you. Like Barbara, he’ll cry, letting himself melt into you. He doesnt resist when you back away, whispering to him. Just sitting there he’ll cry, sob through it all, vision blurry with tears. But its better that way, he can picture you better when everything is fuzzy.

Chongyun

Everything was smoldering hot, too much for Chongyun who has so much yang energy trapped in him. He’s going through one of his rushes when you get to him, eager to tuck you into his arms. His kisses are sporadic, like he’s trying to kiss you but he cant. Like no matter how much his lips meet yours, it isnt enough. He wants more, he wants the promise of your forever embrace ingrained in his head. And when you break away, he’s left empty, the kisses he’d given you the only warmth on his lips. Suddenly everything was cold, so cold, and he only wished for you.

Diluc

Too rough, mashing your lips against his until you couldn't breath. Dizzy with the lack of oxygen, he didn't stop. You were ‘his,' right here right now, no one could take you away from him. You belonged alongside him, crouched in front of him, pressed into his arms where he could keep you safe. He wouldn't let you go, strong arms pulling you to his chest so firmly that you couldn't escape. He wanted to be selfish, he let himself indulge in the promise to himself that you weren't going anywhere. You’ll have to physically break out yourself, pressing back his hands as he tries to make a grab for you, tears brimming.

Eula

You were her everything, and she’ll tell you it through her kisses. She’ll run her hands along the curve of your back, holding you tenderly against her. She doesn't wish for vengeance for all the soft kisses you’ve stolen from her good days long ago, no, she’s willing to forgive you for everything as long as you’ll ‘stay.’ She promises that in all honesty, she loves everything about you, even if she denies it sometimes. And when you leave, she tells you to come back. That its the one and only thing she’ll hold against you if you don't.

Kazuha

Soft, so incredibly sensual with every touch. Kazuha was always filled with words, filled with lovely compositions made for you and only you. But now, he couldn't think of anything, no haiku he’d written in the past that compared to what he felt right now. Metaphors and hidden meanings couldn't compare to the raw pulsing throb he felt in his chest. “I love you,” he whispered, plain and simple. It held so much affection, he was afraid even those words weren't enough to express what he felt, but he settled with it either way. “I love you,” he repeated, brushing your lips against his before he said it again. “I love you.” He said it again, even as you left, entering the battlefield. He didn't stop saying it, not when he saw the monsters take you, not when they approached him with the promise of death. “I love you.”

Kaeya

He doesnt kiss you, because kisses to Kaeya are a sort of affection that brings the sense of normalcy. He likes the way your lips feel against his, but holding you against him is more special. He doesnt depend on kisses to express what he feels, instead pushing your head to his chest, sighing when your own arms come to wrap around him. No kisses, no touches, just you and him. Offering each other your last shreds of hope, because in the end, you only need each other.

Ayaka

“Look at me.” Her hand cups your cheeks just as you do to her. Now you both simply stare into each others eyes, love and adoration filling hers. She loves you, oh she loves you so much. But she understands duty better than anyone, the urge to protect you almost consuming her. When she kisses you, its soft, butterfly kisses. She doesn't rely on the contact to keep her grounded, no holding your face is a gift enough for her. To stare at you, even for one last time, is all she needs. You’ve given her so much, she would follow you to the ends of the world if you asked her to, and that's why it hurts her so much to watch you fall. She closes her eyes, noticing that she’d follow soon after and perhaps see you in the afterlife. No, she would, that's a promise she makes to herself.

Ningguang

Ningguang has delt with loss before, the concept isnt foreign to her. But you… you’re more than the jade chamber, more than any possession she has. You’re precious, like she sold a piece of her heart to you that she could never gain back. You took it from her, and you plan to take it with you to the battlefield. All she can do is press her lips against yours. Kiss you and the world beside you both becomes meaningless, until air becomes a chore instead of a necessity. Because without air she'd kiss you forever.

Childe

Details, in the case that Childe himself cant fight alongside you, he’ll hold you and repeat the details in his head. The way his hand feels on your hair, how soft or rough your lips are against his. How you fit against him, how badass you look out in the battlefield. He won’t stop you from leaving him, because he knows that if this case was reversed, he’d want you to let him go too. So he presses intimate kisses, slow ones that dont consist of a fight for dominance like they usually do. No, he wants to tell you how much he loves you, one last time.

Venti

He doesnt know what to do, pressed against you firmly. He presses soft kisses, but theres no emotion, he doesn't know how to express himself here. He’s lost a lot, lost so much in his existence, but nothing prepared him for this. Only after a kisses will he ask to cry, and when you tell him yes he’ll press his head against your shoulder. He’ll sob, hands gripping the fabric of your shirt as he does so. And then he kisses you while tears stream down his face, mashes your lips against his until his face grows numb. And he’ll continue to feel numb when you leave, when you die, when he dies.

Xiao

He doesn't know what to do, Xiao has never felt so utterly useless when you crouch to him. Form battered and bruised, when you embrace him he feels whole again. You’re his world, he doesn't care about the blazing inferno just beside you, the monsters that threaten all of Teyvat. You are his everything, what he strives to protect and keep safe. Kisses with him are breathless, both of you passionately pulling each other closer. He cant get enough of you, he wants all of you, every single piece. Molded into his embrace until you cant get out. When you break away, he tries to pull you to him, but he finds himself only able to move in the slightest. But Xiao is a protector, he is ‘your’ protector. He follows you as you head to the battlefield, dragging his limp body in a crawl to get closer. He doesn't stop when he sees the monsters overtake you, no, he continues. Just until he reaches your body, grabbing you and holding your corpse into his chest. He numbs out the monsters that attack him, knowing sullenly that he's going to die. But death doesn't seem so bad, not beside you.

Zhongli

As someone who always has control over the situation, Zhongli will be able to adapt quickly. But he doesnt want you to suffer, admiring you for being so strong when everything presses against you. He wishes to relieve the weight if only a little bit with a few kisses. Sensual and intimate, he wants to support you, and if he cant do it on the battlefield he’ll do it right here. Hold you close and promise you that he’ll always be there for you. Only after you die does he allow himself to cry, not wanting to have burdened you with his tears.

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