#i want to kiss all 558 of you on the mouth

[tsireyqs]

hey lol… i just woke up and noticed that i’ve reached over 500 bffs 🤭

[sylo-writes-stuff]

Most powerful sorcerer

Sub! Shang Tsung × Dom!Reader

CW: bondage, spit, biting, sub! Shang tsung, Dom! Reader, power play

Word count: 558

I don't know why but I have a feeling that shang tsung likes it when you grab his face and just make him look at you. He seems like the type to fight it but loves it when he's being dominated. He puts up the front of being in control and loving the power which he does. But he also likes it when someone takes that power from him, letting his pleasure be in their hands.

You stand over him, he's on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. Though the ropes are messily tied, he's not moving from their lose grasp. Maybe he likes this power play, maybe he likes the feeling of being powerless and under you. He's looking at the ground almost in thought but you quickly break his train of thought by roughly grabbing his face making him look at you. An almost wicked smile appears on his face as he speaks "missed having my attention?" he asks in his sultry voice. You give him your own smile and chuckle as you move your foot to rub against his crotch, a pathetic moan leaves his lips as he looks away. You pull his face to look at you again and say "open" you say roughly pinching at his cheeks. He reluctantly opens his mouth, you open his mouth fully as you make eye contact with him and spit in his mouth " swallow" you say as you close his mouth. He looks at you in shock at your actions a near missable blush spreading across his face. He breaks eye contact with you and swallows, he won't admit it but what you just did could've made him cum in his pants if he wasn't so focused on not doing so, your foot gently rubbing circles on his dick in contrast to your harsh actions could end him. Though you do notice the way his dick twitches under your foot, you smirk having found leverage over him " oh sweety~ you love that don't you? " now it's you're time to be a cocky piece of shit. He looks away more turning his head to avoid your burning gaze. You again grab his face to make him look at you but he averts his eyes, you move your head to be in his field of sight "is the most powerful sorcerer feeling powerless? " you ask, though he still doesn't answer.

You chuckle and help him off the floor leading him to sit on the bed. You look at him for a few seconds admiring how pathetic he looks, his skin is flushed, his chest his heaving , his hair is messy as he looks up at you with desperation in his eyes. He hisses as you sit on his lap placing your core over his painfully hard member. You slowly start moving your hips giving him a second of friction as a broken moan leaves his lips. You haven't given his lips any attention and he loves it, that you're being so selfish to not give him what he wants. You take off the armor on his shoulder the garment falling to throw bed and being swiftly kicked off, you move part of his robe to expose more of his skin. His breath hitches, he knows what you're going to do and he's waiting with anticipation. You kiss the area before you sink your teeth into his skin, an almost pornographic moan leaving his lips. You move your hand up to cover his mouth as you continue. Though you like hearing his moans these walls are pretty thin. You'd love for everyone to know how you're making outworlds most powerful sorcerer quiver under you, but his status is more important than that.

He'll gladly take all your teasing but he'll never say that.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Snow

@wolfstarmicrofic Prompt 22, word count 558

The Gryffindor seventh years were out on the castle grounds. Snow had fallen in the night, and everywhere was coated in a thick blanket of it. He had wanted it to be boys vs girls, but Lily had told him that was sexist. So he’d handed the reins over to her. He was more interested in the snowball fight than who was on his team. 

The teams were as follows. Lily, Remus, Mary, Peter. Then James, Sirius, Marlene and Dorcas were on the second team. While Dorcas wasn’t technically a Gryffindor, she was Marlene’s girlfriend. Plus, she was vicious in a fight. 

“These are the rules,” Lily said in her best head girl commanding voice. “1. No magic. It's the muggle way or the highway. 2. Snow only. I’m looking at you, Black.” Sirius opened his mouth in mock offence. 

“I would never throw anything that wasn’t snow.” He quickly dropped the pinecones he had hidden behind his back and covered them with snow. 

“And thirdly,” Lily said with a sweet smile. “FIGHT!!!” She yelled and hit James in the chest with a fresh snowball. 

All hell broke loose. Sirius darted about, trying not to make himself an easy target and throwing as many snowballs as he could make. 

Lily was a machine, throwing ball after ball at them. 

“James!” He grabbed his best friend. “Cover me. I’m gonna sneak through the forest and get them from behind.” James nodded and started moving towards the tree line as though trying to find a better place to collect more snow. Sirius used the blind spot behind James to slip into the forest.

It was quieter amongst the trees. The shouts and laughter muted slightly. He didn’t waste any time. He raced forward, barely making any noise. He peeked out from between the trees. He’d come out exactly where he’d wanted to, just behind the other team. He bit his bottom lip, trying to control the huge smile breaking across his face in triumph. He was just bending down to scoop up snow into a snowball when familiar hands wrapped around his wrists and dragged him backwards into the trees again. 

He was spun around and pushed into the trunk of a pine tree. His cloak stopped the worst of it but he could still feel the bark biting into his back and wrists. 

“I don't know whether to be proud or annoyed with you and your dirty tactics,” Remus growled into his ear, pressing his wrists harder into the trunk above his head. He moaned, unable to stop himself. He looked into Remus’s honey eyes and cocked his head to the side. 

“Whatever gets you there fastest, sweetheart.” Sirius winked cheekily at him. Remus groaned into Sirius’s ear and nipped the lobe before pressing his entire body against Sirius’s. 

“I suppose we’ll have to find out.” He said before he roughly kissed Sirius.

Sirius tore his wrists from Remus’s hold and launched himself, knocking Remus over and following him to the ground. They wrestled for a moment until Remus pinned Sirius down and continued what they’d started against the tree. 

Unbeknownst to them, the snowball fight had finished. A resounding victory for Lily’s team. So when both teams were suddenly surrounding them, it was a bit of a shock. 

“Oh, Remus,” Lily said, tutting loudly. “You crossed enemy lines.”  

[grayson-baller]

Chuck Taylor & Trent Beretta -- Headcanon

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warnings: smut--18+

word count: 558

pairing: fem!reader & Chuck Taylor & Trent Beretta

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“You are such a good girl.” Trent praised, pushing fallen hair out of your face. “So fucking good for us.” His voice was low, mixed with the sound of a low growl.

You beamed at the praise, his words running heat through you, adding to the dripping mess between your legs.

Your eyes darted up to look at him—mouth too full to speak—and he met your gaze before smiling at you.

You hadn’t expected the night to turn out this way. It started with kissing and escalated from there. Not that you were complaining when they were stripping your clothes off you. Just like you weren’t complaining now, naked and on your hands and knees on your bed.

Trent was in front of you, fucking your mouth. One hand gripping your hair as you had your lips wrapped around him.

Chuck was in the back, fucking you from behind. One hand was on your hip, the other wrapped around and toying with your clit.

It was good. The fine mix of nearly too much and not enough all at once. The sound of various grunts and moans, mixing with the sound of flesh slapping.

“Damn straight.” Chuck praised, thumb swiping over your clit once more. You moaned at the sensation, hips rocking back against him. “Such a beautiful little thing, aren’t you baby? So fucking cute, and such a good little slut for us.”

You heated at his words. You never thought you’d like being called a little slut, but you couldn’t deny how much you liked the idea of being their little slut.

Even if it was just one night.

You moaned again. Trent swore under his breath, praising you once more at the vibrations.

“Is it good, baby?” Chuck teased, thumb swiping over your clit once more. He chuckled as you clenched around him. “Yeah? You like when I do this, huh?” He taunted, thumb swiping over you once more. “I can feel you clenching, baby. You’re real close, aren’t you?”

You nodded your head as much as you could. You moaned as Trent changed the pace up, swallowing down more of him.

You could feel drool on the side of your mouth. You weren’t sure how you looked, sure you looked as fucked out as you felt.

“Yeah, baby? You gonna come for us?” Trent asked, stroking your hair for you. While Chuck’s thrusts were rougher, Trent was softer. You could see the sweeter side of him coming out, even when fucking.

You enjoyed it. The contrast of the two of them, both of them controlling your body in two different ways. They both were using you, and you were absolutely getting off on it.

“Come for us, baby girl.” Chuck instructed. You moaned as your stomach tightened, clenching around him as you came.

Trent was next. He grunted, spilling in your mouth, whispering praise as you swallowed him down.

Finally, Chuck came. He grunted your name, before slipping out of you to dispose the condom.

Trent had reached for you, getting you settled in the bed. He wrapped an arm around you, kissing the side of your head. “Did so damn good baby.”

“You did.” Chuck agreed, laying next to you. He brought his hand to your hip, drawing circles on your skin. “Next time though, I get that pretty mouth of yours.”

[prodagustd]

hi tina! how about a drabble of a make out sesh from this ask please 🫣

this was fun to write hehehe

title: self control

pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

series: so it goes

timeline: before so it goes.

words: 558

request a drabble here.

When Yoongi became single he made a pact with himself that consisted in one simple thing: never fuck someone that you could potentially meet again. That included co workers, the neighbor who flirted with him when she saw him in the elevator, the barista at his favorite coffee shop and you. 

You weren’t a particular category though, you were just Jungkook’s best friend, and friend’s of friends were off limits, especially when Jungkook was so insistent on introducing you to all his friends from the label. So when he met you he tried so hard not to stare at your body that he ended up looking at your face the whole night, but he found out something much worse than finding you hot, he found out you were pretty.

Yoongi believed in his self control, he thought he could allow himself just to kiss you one time, maybe two, maybe five. He only had a few opportunities to do it, in his car when he offered to take you home after hanging out with Jungkook’s friends, or secretly. 

He grabbed your face and pressed a kiss on your lips and when he looked at you he saw nothing but sweetness in your eyes, he felt guilty for wanting to take you to bed. But it was no surprise that Yoongi was oblivious to certain things, he thought you were innocent enough not to notice how much he was holding back with you. 

Yoongi believed in your innocence, he thought all those short skirts and sundresses you were wearing around him were only a product of his imagination. He didn’t dare to think you were teasing him, until that one night at Jungkook’s house when you were supposed to wash the dishes after eating. He closed the door of the kitchen and pinned you against the wall.

“They are going to notice…” You whined, but he gripped your waist and pressed you against his chest. 

“I’ll tell them I distracted you.” He whispered and stole a small kiss from your lips. Jungkook was with his other friends in the living room, you could hear his laugh even with the door closed.

“You are distracting me.” 

“Then I won’t be lying.” He said and leaned forward to kiss you again. You didn’t argue, you’ll be lying if you say you didn’t like it. 

Yoongi’s kisses were slow and almost gentle, with one hand he grabbed your neck and brushed your cheek with his thumb, with the other one he grabbed your hips to keep you close to him. He was sweet, even when he slightly opened his mouth and introduced his tongue to find yours. It was just a secret kiss in your friend’s kitchen, but you wanted more than that. You didn’t want it gentle or slow, and Yoongi was starting to notice, but not completely, not until a low whine escaped past your lips, moaning into his mouth. 

Yoongi pulled back and stared at you wide eyed, he couldn’t think of a rational sentence to say. You played dumb, looking at him like you didn’t know what you’ve done wrong. 

“You’re gonna pay for that.” 

“What are you talking about?” You mocked him, freeing yourself from his arms to head to the sink, grabbing the sponge to start washing the dishes. 

“I think I figured you out already.” 

[witchersgoldenbard]

geraskier masterlist

✨one shots✨

✨ aromantic geraskier

Matters of Aching Hearts | read on tumblr ~700 | G | unrequited love, breaking up, crying, heartbreak, they hug in the end, aromantic geralt

Geralt makes a confession. Loving is hard. It doesn’t work, not like that. He can’t love Jaskier, no matter how much he wishes he could.

Cherry Blossoms and Happiness | read on tumblr ~700 | G | they are both aro and that's what makes everything easy for once, fluff, friendship, platonic love, softness

Geralt is not used to good things happening to him, let alone for them to be slow and gentle for once. But Jaskier is here, running fingers through his hair, and this love between them is the easiest, gentlest and best thing he knows.

✨ canon verse

Sticks and Stones (may break my ankle and it really hurts, Geralt) 2.5k | G | fluff, established relationship

Geralt and Jaskier are on their way to Kaer Morhen to spend the winter with the other Wolves. That would all be nice and good if it weren't for Jaskier's damned ankle that hurts like hell. He just hopes Geralt doesn't notice. Spoiler: he does. Of course he does.

Bards are Meant to Love (not to cook, honestly) | read on tumblr 1.8k | G | fluff, established relationship

Listen, Jaskier is struggling. There are way too many pots and pans to manoeuvre, too many instructions on the sheet in front of him, and simply no instinct on his part when it comes to cooking. Seriously, the best thing he can do with a fork is bury it in the hand of some loud-mouthed dickhead who dares to talk shit about Witchers. And even so, that is a far safer use for a fork around him than in an actual kitchen. And yet, here he is. In a kitchen. Cooking. Because Geralt is coming back.

No Words Required | read on tumblr 1.8k | G | nonverbal geralt, found family, fluff, established relationship

In which Geralt gets non-verbal one day at Kaer Morhen - but it's fine because everyone is ready to just let him be.

you'll darn me back together | read on tumblr 2.1k | T | first kiss, love confession, soft boys, embroidery as love language

Geralt loves watching Jaskier work on his clothes - embellishing, mending, redesigning. It's mesmerising. It's beautiful. It makes him yearn for soft things and pretty flowers on his own shirts. In wich secretly Geralt wants nice things and in the end gets more than he dared to dream.

lose yourself. i'll find you | read on tumblr 1k | T | hurt/comfort, found family, established geraskier, jaskier gets a hug (cw: implied dissociative tendencies)

In which Jaskier is scared he’s getting bad again, but Geralt is there to catch him.

✨ post-season 2 Won't Let You Take The Blame | read on tumblr 1k | T | love confessions, first kiss, they choose each other, hurt/comfort

Immediately after the final battle, Jaskier stands in among debris and trembles like the keep had just moments before. Just when he thinks he's about to fall, Geralt catches him and apologises, but Jaskier won't let him.

and as the stars above them hum and hear them | read on tumblr 1.9k | G | yearning, post-s2, love confessions, stars as narrative device, hurt/comfort

Jaskier is gazing up at the stars when Geralt joins him and asks him if he ever found what pleases him. And as they are watching, maybe the stars will finally align for these two.

And Through It All, I Choose You | read on tumblr 3.6k | G | post-s2 fix-it, first kiss, love confession, hurt/comfort

The very moment Geralt gets to just breathe and rest, he realises he fucked up his second chance with Jaskier. He is determined to make this right. Apologise. And make Jaskier understand what it means to choose him. Turns out, they both get to make a choice in this.

post-s2 jaskier whump (not exactly geraskier, sometimes unrequited)

sad alcoholic jaskier 500 | M | jaskier is in a very bad state of mind cw: depression, alcoholism, lethargy, detachment, abandonment. this is not happy.

everyone always takes from him 558 | M | introspective character study, sad jaskier, everyone is indifferent to him

jaskier needs geralt to lie to him and tell him he matters 355 | M | jaskier has a panic attack and needs geralt to lie and say he's important and that the world isn't better off without him

✨ geraskefer

hold me together and give me a reason | read on tumblr: 1, 2 4k | M | post-s2, panic attack, jaskier whump, hurt/comfort, first kisses

After losing nearly everything, Jaskier falls apart alone in a room in Kaer Morhen. It takes a sorceress and a witcher both to put him back together again.

✨ modern au

shower day | read on tumblr ~900 | T | established relationship, hurt/comfort, nonverbal jaskier, soft geralt

Jaskier is overwhelmed and unable to take a shower. Thankfully, Geralt is there and understands.

EuroVision Fic | read on tumblr 1.1k | G | eurovision song contest, singer jaskier, camera man geralt, fluff, pining

@des8pudels8kern: Modern!Jaskier is representing Poland at Eurovision. Geralt is a camera operator who would much rather do documentaries or at least sports competitions, but a job is a job.

EuroVision Fic, Encore | read on tumblr ~900 | G | silly jask, flirting, geralt gets make-up, fluff

Backstage, right before the Grand Finale, Jaskier distracts himself from his nerves by admiring Geralt's pretty face. He promptly improves it with glittery highlighter. Geralt lets him.

✨multi-chapter & WIPs✨

Tell Me About The Light Behind My Eyes 66k | WIP 12/? | M | found family, healing, slow-burn, nonverbal ciri

First, Jaskier lost his witcher on that mountain top. Then Nilfgaard started the war and he lost everything else. Now he travels the Continent as a nameless, wandering, welcome bard. There is no greater power, Jaskier knows, than that of bringing light into darkness through the art of music and poetry. It comes as a great surprise to him, then, that his presence is asked at Kaer Morhen by none other than Yennefer of Vengerberg. Although apprehensive, all hesitation melts away when he hears why they need him. Princess Cirilla seems in dire need of a bard to bring some light back into her eyes. For that, Jaskier knows, he would even bear to live with four grumpy witchers and the Continent's most powerful mage. Oh well... He's sure this won't end well for him. Or: Jaskier is coming to Kaer Morhen as Ciri's emotional support bard. They make an unexpected family along the path to healing.

series on ao3 | tumblr Light masterpost

Embers Glowing, Hearts Burning | read on tumblr 2.2k | T | caring geralt, soft geralt, anxious jask, hurt/comfort

Sitting by the fire at Kaer Morhen, Jaskier’s thoughts spiral out of his control. Geralt is there to remind him of the good things. Tenderness ensues.

There’s Nothing Here But Light | read on tumblr 1k | T | nonverbal jaskier, cuddles, protective geralt, found family comfort

In which Jaskier needs a quiet day filled with cuddles and no obligation to talk. Thankfully, his family of a princess, a witcher and sorceress is ready to give him just that.

✨ modern au

Our Broken Hearts, They Match 22k | M | finished | (not really) unrequited love, hallmark au, jaskier whump, jaskier & renfri are twins, endgame: geraskier & yennfri

Jaskier is notorious for being bad at keeping secrets, but there is one he has been keeping under deadlock for years now: he's in love with Geralt, his best friend. Not only that, but his twin sister Renfri has fallen for Geralt's girlfriend, Yennefer. So, when Geralt and Yennefer announce their engagement, the siblings are devastated and decide not to show up at the wedding and distance themselves from the happy couple. Now, if only Jaskier could say no to Geralt and make this whole thing easier for everyone involved.

✨ high school au

The Simplicity of Being Chaotic | read on tumblr 6k | WIP 1/? | T | fluff, adhd jaskier, autism spectrum geralt, vesemir adopted geralt, eskel, lambert and ciri, best friends jask & renfri & yen

Here's what happens when Jaskier, chaotic extraordinaire of sass, catches the eye of Geralt, the silent guy in the back of the class who never talks to anyone.

series on ao3 | tumblr masterpost | tag

standalone one shots:

Fairy Lights | read on tumblr 1.5k | T | fluff, mild hurt/all the comfort, jaskier comes out as nonbinary, established relationship

Jaskier has been having a gender identity crisis and tells Geralt about it as they are sharing a soft, quiet moment in Geralt's room. Jaskier comes out as nonbinary, and Geralt is his usual supportive self.

Your Loving Touch | read on tumblr 1.4k | T | fluff, non-binary jaskier, supportive boyfriends in love, all the comfort cuddles, jaskier coming out as ace

There is one thing that Jaskier doesn’t love: sex and everything that comes with it. They have to tell Geralt, somehow. It goes better than expected.

Flower Crown Softness | read on tumblr 1.3k | G | fluff, soft boys in love, established relationship

Jaskier makes Geralt flower crowns and kisses his head. Geralt paints Jaskier's nail black and kisses his hands.

Essays and Cuddes | read on tumblr 2.3k | G | nonbinary jask, cat roach is the real mvp, soft boyfriends in love, good papa vesemir

Jaskier has been working non-stop on their essay and is in desperate need of a break. Geralt and his cat take care of them and make it better.

Tipsy Bestie Shenanigans | read on tumblr 1.7k | T | nonbinary characters, she/they renfri, he/they jask, best friends, tipsy shenanigans, early 2000s classics, renfri is aro but not explicitly

Jaskier visits his best friend Renfri to get his nails painted and his hair played with while they sing and dance to early 2000s emo classics.

[buckyswintersoldiermask]

Swing Set Memories

Dad!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

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Summary: You and Steve take a trip down memory lane, remembering when you told him you were pregnant.

Word count: 558

Warnings: none just fluff

A/N: my friend gave me this idea and I thought it was the cutest thing. So :))

(y/d/n): your daughter’s name

Steve was out in the backyard of your cozy little home outside of Brooklyn, working on a swing set for your daughter (y/d/n). You were sitting in the living room with her while she watched Sesame Street.

“You stay here and watch Elmo, I’m going to go give daddy a drink.” You said, getting up and heading to the kitchen. You grabbed the pitcher of fresh lemonade and poured Steve a glass. You took it to him outside as you assessed the progress he’s made.

“Seems like you’ll be out here for a long time.” Steve laughs as you hand him his drink, “surprisingly putting together a swing set is a lot harder than fighting aliens.”

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and turned around to see your daughter outside.

“(y/d/n) Rogers. Didn’t I tell you to stay inside.”

“I wanted to see daddy.” Your daughter replied, looking at you with innocent eyes. You couldn’t be mad.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Steve said, putting down his drink and holding his arms out to your daughter. She ran to him and Steve lifted her up into the air.

“I’ve been trying to work on your swing set. I might have to call your uncles to help.”

You smiled at Steve and your daughter. She was definitely a daddy’s girl. And Steve was the best dad in the world to her.

“I remember when I told you I was pregnant.” You recalled, thinking of when you told him.

You were working a normal desk job and Steve was still an avenger. So when you found out you didn’t know how to tell him.

“Steve, I have something to tell you.”

He took you into a room so you could talk in private, and he waited for you to speak.

“I’m pregnant.” You blurted out. Steve’s mouth dropped open in shock, which at first worried you.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked to confirm.

“Yes.”

“Oh my god! I’m going to be a dad!”

You felt relieved he was happy, but you knew he had to make some changes before the baby was born.

“You have to be alive to be a dad.”

“I know, I’ll retire soon, I promise.” He said, cupping your face before giving you a hug.

“I remember. You had me running to the store almost every night because of your cravings.” Steve said, smiling down at (y/d/n).

“It was the least you could do, I carried her for over 9 months.” You exclaimed, tickling your daughter's stomach. “Then she came out looking like you.”

“But she has all your personality.” Steve defended, making you smile. Your daughter was a mini you in personality but looked exactly like Steve.

“Retiring was the best thing, I wouldn’t have what I have now if I was still working.” Steve smiled, leaning over to give you a soft peck on the lips.

“Steve Rogers. Former Captain America, now husband and father to one.” You held your arms out to your daughter so you could take her back inside.

“Let’s go back inside and watch Elmo so daddy can finish your swing set okay?” You told your daughter as you walked back inside your house.

Steve on the other hand was dialing Sam’s number,

“Hey Sam, do you know how to build a swing set?”

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Mind Blown

Summary: Mind-blowing orgasms can sometimes be literal

Characters: Sam Winchester, You x Dean Winchester, Dean x reader

Warnings: transient global amnesia after sex, dirty talk

Words: 558

@spnkinkbingo​ prompt: Amnesia

Author’s note: I didn’t do intensive research on this, so please forgive me if I didn’t get it completely right.

“It’s called ‘transient global amnesia’,” Sam explains. “A rare condition, affecting only about three to five people per 100,000 each year. No one really knows what causes it, but some cases claimed having… sexual relations immediately before the short-term memory loss made itself apparent.”

Dean coughs and shifts his weight beside you.

“So, not a curse,” you say, feeling simultaneously relieved and doomed. “What’re we gonna do now? I can’t just go to the emergency room!”

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Dean wraps an arm around your shoulder. “We’ll figure it out.”

He kisses the top of your head, and your skin’s still tingling.

You can’t remember what lead up to it all, but you do remember what you had planned for once you got back to the bunker. You had planned to tease him, to build anticipation and expectations. You remember, too, that sometimes you turn yourself on more than anybody else could.

You sigh and curl into him. “I just wish I could remember,” you mutter into his chest. “I mean, you basically fucked the memories of the last 24-hours out of me. It must’ve been amazing.”

“Okay!” Sam says as his chair scrapes across the wooden floor and he stands to leave the library. “I’ll just… be in my room.”

You and Dean watch him go in amusement.

“You’re a bad girl,” Dean smirks down at you. “But, if you want, I can tell you what happened.” His face grows a bit more serious.

You nod, and he pulls you with him. “Let’s head back to the scene of the crime, shall we?”

You giggle and let him drag you to your shared bedroom. He speaks quietly along the way about the bottoms you were wearing that were illegally short and tight and about your thin, white, ribbed tank top stretched across your breasts.

“You were barefoot all day, too, which,” he pauses as he twists the knob and lets the door to your room swing open, waving you inside. “You know how I love you barefoot with your little pink-painted toes.”

The door closes and you turn to face him. “What did I do then?” you ask, breathy and heated.

“Well, you teased me,” he says like it’s obvious and like he’s teasing you. He wanders toward you, reaching for the belt on the robe you pulled on when the two of you realized research was in order. “You spilled ice water on the front of that old wife-beater and said ‘oops! Sorry!’ like you didn’t wanna give me a wet t-shirt show.”

Your breath picks up as he pushes the robe open and to the floor,

“These beautiful tits on display for me,” he says, cupping and squeezing them. “Your ass cheeks hangin’ out the back of those cut-offs, I mean, god damn, girl, you know just what to do to me.”

“Uh-huh,” your breath shakes.

The sensations of him touching you and the story he’s telling are pushing you back into comfort, back into wanting him so badly. You do know what you do to him – you do to him just what he does to you.

“Dean?” you ask, looking up at him, pulling his attention from his practice on your breasts. “Show me what happened next?”

The blinding smile splits his beautiful face and he dips in to take your mouth with a kiss.

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The Last Goodbye Epilogue

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 558

Summary: It was the last goodbye, just not in the way that you imagined.

Warnings: Adult themes

A/N: Couldn’t just leave ya hanging. Typos and mistakes are all mine. Follow up to this.

You woke surrounded by soft furs.

Vision adjusting to blue shades of darkness, you realized you were lying in the middle of a large bed in a cabin. A fire crackled in the hearth, twigs snapping and sizzling, providing a warm glow that hurt your still waking eyes.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you go,” His voice sounded from behind. “Did you?”

A touch of ice at the back of your neck trailed down your bare back, between your shoulder blades. It pulled away and he rounded the bed, stepping into your vision.

Gone was his large coat and ceremonial jewelry.

The winter spirit Loki stood before you in plain dress, as if he were a common mortal man. His eyes glittering in the darkness.

Heart thudding in your chest, you sat straighter, barely able to breathe.

Tears came to your eyes again and he was before you in an instant.

With a hand on your shoulder and another wiping at your tears, his expression became perplexed.

“Confound it, woman. What are these for?”

You laughed, shaking your head and reaching for the hand on your face, cradling it between your own.

“I didn’t think…I couldn’t allow myself to even hope…” At the clear confusion on his face, you swallowed. “You really want me to stay with you?”

His head tilted, eyes squinted.

“That was never a question, my love. The one in need of answer is, whether you wish to stay.”

You blinked, breath still shaking.

“I am yours…”

His lips twitched downwards, his hand remained stiff between yours.

“So you said. With the intention to never see me again.”

You realized belatedly, that your actions had cut him deeply. When at the precipice of losing you, he had instead stolen you away for his own.

But you were no prisoner.

And after the show in the woods, there was a real fear for him that you would choose to leave. Choose a life outside of him, with another man in your bed.

Lifting his hand to your lips, you pressed a warm kiss to his knuckles. It was long and full of repent.

Wood snapped in the fire as you raised yourself to your knees, placing his hand on your lap and lifting your hands to caress his face.

His entire body leaned into your touch. But you saw the resistance in his eyes, he would not allow himself the luxury before knowing your intention.

“I am yours,” You spoke firmly. “And I will stay here with you until my dying day.”

You leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You have my mind,” A kiss to his forehead.

“My body,” A kiss to the tip of his nose.

“And soul.”

His mouth captured yours this time. Rising to his knees as well, he soon overpowered you. Together, you fell back into the furs on the bed, kisses searing, hands groping, limbs moving with intent to get closer, closer, closer…

For all that he was powerful and mystical; there was a power you held over him.

That you would continue to hold for as long as his heart beat in his chest.

He was a doomed soul the moment he met you.

There only ever is one way the love of a mortal maiden and a winter spirit can end.

Tragic.

[flammeusarch2]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 .

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  001 :   THE OUTSIDE .

NAME :   fiammetta isabella tassinari  /  red.

EYE  COLOUR :   gray/green.

HAIR  STYLE   /   COLOUR :   wavy & strawberry blonde, often dyed auburn or bleached. 

HEIGHT :   5′2.

CLOTHING  STYLE :   dresses according to the occasion. most of the time wears jeans & crop tops or sweaters. black & red are the most used colors, but there can also be found shades of green & orange.

BEST  PHYSICAL  FEATURE :   eyes. very hypnotic. someone would say her hair too.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  002 :  THE INSIDE .

FEARS :   tight spaces, deep water.

GUILTY  PLEASURE :   no pleasure is guilty.

BIGGEST  PET  PEEVE :   people who chew with their mouth open.

AMBITIONS  FOR  THE  FUTURE :   make the world a better place one century at a time. have the best time ever in this century.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  003 :  THOUGHTS .

FIRST  THOUGHTS  WAKING  UP :   usually is quite alert all the time because of her nightmares, lately takes a minute or two to blink sleep away, then kisses max good morning, checks her messages & decide what to wear.

WHAT  THEY  THINK  ABOUT  MOST :   everybody else around her.

WHAT  THEY  THINK  ABOUT  BEFORE  BED :   officially recap of the things to do the next day. actually thinks about how she’s lucky to have the life she has.

WHAT  THEY  THINK  THEIR  BEST  QUALITY  IS :   good listener. gives good advices most of the time.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  004 :   WHAT’S BETTER ?

SINGLE  OR  GROUP  DATES :   single but mostly because she’s always around people and wants to give her partner all the attention.

TO  BE  LOVED  OR  RESPECTED :   is already quite respected, so love would be nice.

BEAUTY  OR  BRAINS :   brains.

DOGS  OR  CATS :   dogs.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  005 :DO THEY …

LIE :   lies if necessary to a mission’s outcome. white lies have to happen due to her immortality.

BELIEVE  IN  THEMSELVES :   tries to.

BELIEVE  IN  LOVE :   not really. she’s kind of lost all hopes, but in the verse where she meets max she’s starting to be more optimistic about it.

WANT  SOMEONE :   not necessarily but wouldn’t be opposed to.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  006 :HAVE THEY EVER …

BEEN  ON  STAGE :   yes.

DONE  DRUGS :   yes.

CHANGED  WHO  THEY  WERE  TO  FIT  IN :   all the time.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  007 :   FAVOURITES .

FAVOURITE  COLOUR :   red.

FAVOURITE  ANIMAL :   fennec.

FAVOURITE  BOOK :   too old to remember, but is particularly fond of machiavelli’s il principe because she was around during its creation & was particularly inspiring for the way she’s carried her life as an assassin & immortal.

FAVOURITE  GAME :   mario kart, uno --- all those kind of games that unleash her competitive side and break friendships.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  008 :   AGE .

DAY  THEIR  NEXT  BIRTHDAY  WILL  BE :   august, 23rd.

HOW  OLD  WILL  THEY  BE :   still looking 28, but turning 558.

𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙀𝙍  009 :   FINISH THE SENTENCE .

I LOVE :   max.

I  FEEL :   tired.

I  HIDE :   pain.

I  MISS :   og assassins squad.

I  WISH :   immortality to fade.

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[sensestinging]

Unfolding [Curious Part 2 Preview] MJ× Fem!Reader

Summary: "I apologize, but it was only self defense/Running away just made sense" 

In the aftermath of "Curious," your friendship with MJ is strained. She's hurt you left and you're trying to come to terms with your feelings. Some things are hard to come back from.

Warnings: (for full chapter) Angst, mentions of PeterxMJ, denial, hurt, swearing, just sad sad sad sad

Words: 558

Part 1

It has been two weeks since the party. Two weeks since Peter and MJ became a couple and two weeks since you began avoiding her. It was never your intention to ignore her. You wanted nothing more than to run to her house, burst through the door and embrace her, tearfully apologizing. You wanted to go back to the way things were but, with her new relationship, you can't. And, considering she hadn't stopped you from kissing her that night, you felt like maybe she felt the same way. 

Peter's phone starts to ring, hushing your whispers with Ned. The two of you snap your heads to Peter, causing him to groan and pull his phone from his pocket. He looks at it and then turns the screen to you. 

'Incoming call from: MJ.'

You shake your head and Peter just shrugs. "She's my girlfriend, I can't just ignore her." 

You open your mouth to say something but it snaps shut when you see Peter answer.

"Hello…. Honey?" Peter gives Ned a shrug and Ned gives him a thumbs down while shaking his head.

'Don't call me honey.' Your heart stops at the sound of her voice. You weren't sure if Peter knew how loud his volume was if you were able to hear her from the other side of the couch, but you weren't going to pass up the opportunity to hear MJ. You may be avoiding her, but your heart still pulled toward her.

"Yeah. That didn't feel right." Peter says with a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. "So, what, uh, what do you wanna talk about?"

'Is…. Y/N hanging out with you?' 

You hear the sadness in her voice. You have to hold yourself back from jumping over Ned, taking Peters phone and yelling, "Yes! I am! I miss you! Please forgive me!" All you do is give a sad look to Peter, causing him to sigh.

"She's been talking to Ned all day, but I wouldn't say she's hanging out with me." He didn't want to lie to MJ. Last thing he wanted was to have this drama pull his relationship apart. But, Ned had begged Peter to let you come hang out with them and it was moments like this that made him really regret saying yes.

'Oh. Ok.' You hear her sigh over the phone. 'If you talk to her, please tell her to call me.'

"Of course, MJ. I will." His jaw clenched as he looks to the ground shaking his head.

'I don't know what…' You couldn't make out the last part of what she says, but Peter straightens his back and looks you in the eyes.

"I don't think you did anything wrong, MJ. I think this just something Y/N has to sort out and she's pulling you down." You frown at Peter, not knowing what to say.

'Whatever, Peter. You don't understand her like I do.' Your heart skips a beat. 'She doesn't just do something like this without a reason. And I… think I know why.'

"Well I hope you two figure it out soon." 

'Ok. Bye.'

Peter furrows his brow, pulling the phone away from his head. He shrugs and puts the phone down on the arm of the couch and continues to play his game. "MJ: mysterious as always."

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Post-It - Derek Morgan

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Characters: Derek Morgan

Warnings: N/A

Request: @infj-slytherclaw: “could you please do a Derek Morgan fic where reader and Morgan are fighting and aggressively stick post-it notes saying “MINE” on each other’s forehead.”

Word Count: 558

Author: Hannah

It wasn’t going to be a surprise that not everyone actually enjoyed going to work.

Of course, there would be a person on the odd occasion that woke up looking forward to the day of work ahead – but that was usually in its rarity.

You enjoyed where you worked and who you worked with but what you actually did could be quite gruesome from time to time.

It wasn’t for someone with a weak stomach, but you eventually became somewhat desensitised to the whole thing.

It had been a relatively slow day in the bureau, just paperwork to fill out from past cases that had been completed recently.

You turned to look at your boyfriend Derek, but you were surprised when he wasn’t sat in his chair.

As you quickly scanned the offices, you saw Derek chatting to a girl by the front doors and she was laughing as well as placing her hand on his arm.

You definitely weren’t one to get jealous and that girl wasn’t Derek’s type, but it was always fun to mess with him from time to time.

When he came back you turned back to your desk, pretending to work but you pulled out a post-it note pad from your desk drawer.

Derek slid his chair over to your desk and tapped you on the shoulder, but you ignored him causing him to groan.

He tapped you again, but you still ignored him, so you grabbed the arm of your chair and twisted you around.

“Now why are you ignoring me?” he questioned, crossing his arms.

You shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know, probably because you don’t need to talk to me when you’ve got that pretty blonde over there.”

Derek’s mouth dropped open. “You can’t be serious – you know I’m not like that.”

You had to conceal your smile as you spoke your next words. “She seemed pretty friendly with you so I wouldn’t be too sure.”

“Baby, come on,” he reached out to you, but you lightly pushed him away.

Ripping off the post-it note from the pad, you leant forward to press it to Derek’s forehead.

In his confusion he pulled it off but when he looked at it, he burst out into laughter.

“I think I should superglue it to your forehead,” you stated. “It does declare that you’re mine after all.”

He moved too quick for you to react and so before you knew it the post-it note was stuck to your forehead.

Playfully glaring at him, you pulled it off and slapped it onto his forehead for the second time.

After a few more minutes of the two of you going back and forth with the same post-it note, Derek eventually conceded.

He placed the post-it note back onto your desk as he laughed.

“Fine, fine,” he told you as he held his hands up in defeat. “I’ll agree to put it on for a day if you agree to me getting you a ring.”

Your mouth dropped open in surprise. “Derek, we’ve talked about this.”

He rolled his eyes. “I know we have, and I’m bringing it up again.”

You smiled at him, holding out your hand. “If you want to pick one, then ask me properly.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your hand whilst staring into your eyes.

“And I might just say yes.”

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Apparently You’re Married Chapter 1

Dredd x reader

Summary: Bad day at work for our reader because of a terrible partner, and Dredd is a sweet guy apparently

Word Count: 558

Once again, Y/N wished that she wasn’t a Judge since she wouldn’t be obligated to control herself from the itch to murder her partner if that was the case. It’d been a long fucking day in her words because of some stupid calls on the redhead’s behalf. Their first case of the day had ended with Y/N getting clipped in the shoulder by a stray bullet from her partner’s gun. And that was how the day started. From there, Y/N was in a bad mood, and she wasn’t up to fending off Lily’s attempts at befriending her now-foul-tempered partner.

After their last case and bringing in the final reports of the day, Y/N groaned and leaned against her bike. Unfortunately, it was parked next to her all-too-annoying partner’s.

“Hell of a day, huh?” Lily laughed.

“You shot me this morning.”

“Hey, that’s not fair. You stepped in the way,” she argued.

“I was on point--You know what, no,” Y/N sighed. “I’m not getting into this again today. I’m putting my helmet back on, and I’m going home.”

Lily grinned--which served to do nothing but further grate against her partner’s nerves. “Mind if I tag along? We could do a nightcap?”

“No.

“Y/LN!” their superior shouted, “I thought I told you to have her escort you? I don’t want you driving alone and injured.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Y/N grumbled much to her displeasure. Turning her attention--and rage-filled-glare--back to Lily, she growled, “You’re not setting foot inside.”

“Come on--”

“No.”

At Y/N’s apartment complex, she was almost glad for the escort. There’d been several times during the trip home where she felt exhausted to the point of collapse and almost fell off her bike. Of course, she wasn’t about to tell Lily that.

“Okay, I’m home; you can leave,” she snapped.

Lily cocked her head to the side at the sight of another Judge’s bike parked there next to Y/N’s. That little gesture of her trying to be cutesy set Y/N’s teeth on edge. Lily thought it was adorable. It wasn’t. “Another judge lives in this complex? Usually we’re naturally pretty spread out, right?”

An irritated snarl left Y/N’s mouth. “It’s my husband’s. Now drop it and leave me alone. I don’t want to see you until tomorrow.”

Once inside, Y/N found her husband just now removing his top layer of armor, meaning he’d gotten home late too. Her helmet thunked onto the table where she carelessly tossed it. The abruptness of the noise surprised him since she was normally rather careful with her equipment since it was integral to keeping her alive, after all.

“Rough day?” he asked as gruffly as ever while placing his helmet next to hers. Hazel eyes now looked at her with unobstructed worry.

“Well it started with Horseface shooting me in the shoulder and ended with her finding out where I--and my husband--live.”

After taking off his gloves, said husband rubbed his thumb along her cheek. “Are you alright?”

Y/N smiled ever so slightly and turned her face to kiss his palm. “I will be. I’m just tired, and I missed you.”

“Go grab a shower, babe,” he instructed gently. “I’ll put away our gear.”

She stood on her toes to kiss him. “I love you.”

“And I love you, now go.”

[haengbokjae-blog]

jaehyung / safe haven

A/N: hi im just really anxious and stressed right now. so heres a little blurb of how jae would Most Definitely™ calm you down when you were having anxiety (like i am right now and how i am really just needing jae ahaha save me)

word count: 558

genre: fluff!!(o^ ^o)

jae being the perceptive and caring angel he is

he would notice something was off right away

and tbh he knows how sometimes talking about it more will only upset you

but this time he really couldnt let it slip by.

he sits down next to you while youre at your desk or on the couch or anywhere for that matter

and he’d let out the softest little “hey honey”

you’d only squeak out a little “hey” and sigh because

tbh just talking is taking energy from you

so he picks you up immediately from where you are and carries you away

at first you open your mouth to protest bc … (￣～￣;) wtf

but your annoyance immediately melts as soon as you realize how vulnerable and small you feel

your breathing picks up and you kinda start to tear up

jae really doesnt say anything yet, as he’s still carrying you to bed

and he finally lays you down and pulls back the covers for you so you can shimmy underneath where its safe

he brings you a cup of tea just minutes later

and then he climbs into bed with you after you had a couple sips, taking time to rub your eyes and catch your breath

once you lay down, he pulls you into his chest and holds you so so closely to him

and you sigh at first, but after a shaky inhale, jae starts to understand where this is going

and you just let it all out .. (╥﹏╥)

like probably 15 minutes of just you crying

but jae was there for it all. his chest is now soaked but he seriously doesnt care at that point

hes rubbing your head and playing with your hair and rubbing your back

and once your breathing calms down

he scoots back a bit to look you in the eyes

and he .. . … . . starts to si N   G F O R Y O    U  。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

and that makes you tear up a bit more tbh jk you literally sobbed like a baby

his voice isnt like the stage though

its so hushed and gentle

its like youre hearing a kiss, an angel’s song, literal heaven descending

for a second, you didnt recognize the song bc of how much you were crying as soon as he let one little syllable out

but he was singing 좋아합니다

and when his part of the chorus came, he pressed kisses to your forehead with every pause he had

as soon as he finished, you looked up at him and gave the smallest kiss to his chin and sniffled

“angel…” he began

he was .... so concerned for you even though he knew you had calmed down

“its okay,” you interrupted, “im okay”

he gave you a look, but you closed your eyes slowly and nodded

you really just wanted to stay in his arms for as long as you could

who knew when this moment would end? you just wanted to make it last as long as you could

time was passing and you were slowly drifting to sleep in his embrace

i mean crying so much had really taken the life from you

but right before you fell asleep, you mustered six little words out.

“jaehyung..?” you called softly

“ye baby?”

“i love you so much…”

your words were getting to be really slurred, and after the last syllable left your mouth, you fell straight to sleep

jae smiled as he watched you finally drift off

“i love you more y/n” (─‿‿─)♡

[until-theend-oftheline]

Drunk Dial

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Word Count: 558

Warnings: Pinning

Prompt: So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?

Requested by: @blacktithe7

A/N: Unbetaed - all mistakes are mine

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You took a deep breath giving yourself a small mental pep talk as your hand rested on the doorknob. On the other side of your bedroom door was Sebastian. Your best friend who had been there for you through ups and downs for the past 5 years. Your best friend that had taken you in when your marriage had failed and you had left your house at 3 am in the morning with nowhere to go. Your best friend who had drunkenly called you last night from his friends house.

You closed your eyes, taking another deep breath and walking through the door, through the living room and into the kitchen where you found Sebastian back from his morning run.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” he greeted with a warm smile that made your heart skip. You hadn’t allowed yourself to think of him like this before, but right now you had to fight the urge to walk up behind him, wrapping your his waist. You couldn’t though so instead you just sat down at the island, watching him cook.

“You want eggs?” Sebastian asked, making you frown. He was acting so normal. Just like nothing had happened last night. Did he not remember?

“Don gave me the day off from the gym so I thought you’d might wanna hang out today? Go do something fun?” Sebastian kept talking as he placed a plate of steaming eggs in front of you before turning his back to you again to collect a plate for himself.

You felt the tears press against your eyes. You had spend the night lying awake after he called you, picturing what your future could be like. You had never had great judgement when it came to choosing men in your life, but Sebastian was one of the exceptions. You had never dated, but he was the sweetest most caring person you knew. Last night you after his call you had allowed yourself to feel things, you weren’t sure how long had been there. Now you had opened up that can of worms, you knew there was no closing it back up.

“So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?” the words fell from your mouth before you had a chance to stop yourself. Your eyes widened in fear as you watched Sebastian freeze up. You jumped from your chair before he could even turn back around, rushing for your room.

You barely reached the door before Sebastian’s hand gently closed around your arm stopping you.

“Y/N/N. Stop please. We need to talk about this,” Sebastian pleaded with you, causing you to turn around slowly. You didn’t look at him. You couldn’t.

“I meant it. I’m not going to lie to you, but I’m also not going to let how I feel ruin our friendship. I’m sorry for calling you like that…. I just,” Sebastian rambled not noticing you having looked up as his eyes were nailed to the floor.

He didn’t notice you move either. Not until your lips crashed against his. It took him a few seconds to recover but as soon as he did his arms closed around you pulling you closely against him as he poured all the pinned up love he had held for you for years into the kiss.

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Take Me As I Am

Summary: The morning after ushers in some doubt for Roman.

Warnings: mention of drinking and alcohol, slight nsfw-ish scene (detailed kisses, nothing more), the mildest angst I've ever written, one Miss Congeniality reference

Pairings: Romantic Logince

Word Count: 558

Notes: YOU GUYS. It's short...and happy...and actually Logince which I claim to love but never actually write?! What is happening to me?? Also, @ziallwarrior I wasn't sure if you wanted to be tagged in non AU fics but here you are anyway? Enjoy!

“Good morning, sunshine.”

Roman grunted unhappily at the cheery greeting. “I do not see what is so particularly sunshiny about this morning.”

Logan smirked at the adorable mess that was his partner pathetically writhing around in their bed. “Well, the sun is quite literally shining right now. It appears as if going to be beautiful today.”

“You know what else would be beautiful? You letting me continue to sleep instead of forecasting the weather,” Roman grumbled, shoving the comforter over his head. Logan made a soft noise of mock disapproval, shaking his head at the man he deigned to call his love. “Now, Roman, nobody told you to become such intimate friends with the tequila bottle last night. I was honestly beginning to get jealous; it seemed like you two would run away together at one point.”

Roman flipped the comforter down in one giant sweeping motion and glared at the professor's poorly concealed amusement. “I am in no mood for your mocking, Loganberry. It was Opening Night; I am permitted to celebrate that to my heart's content. Besides, you should be taking pity on my plight.”

“Oh, absolutely not. This is what you get for relying on liquid courage to fight your battles. Besides, I can think of one activity we can do that would most certainly cure your headache…” Logan leaned down to purr in his lover’s ear, lustful and sultry, nibbling on Roman’s earlobe. A shiver crawled down his spine and he growled low in the back of his throat, redirecting Logan’s mouth to his lips and returning the kiss with interest. Hangover or no, Roman wasn’t in any sort of position to resist Logan like this. Kryptonite, he mused at the peak of one particularly toe-curling kiss that sent him spinning into oblivion…

Okay, no, the room was actually spinning.

“Ughhhh,” Roman broke away from Logan and pinched his eyes shut, trying to block out the sudden assault on his senses.

“Dizzy, my love?” The professor lovingly tucked a curl behind Roman’s ear, an embarrassed chuckle escaping from him. “What can I say, you go to my head,” Roman whispered, “and it’s passing.”

“Let me get you some water. You did consume a large amount of alcohol last night.” Logan threw back the covers and stood, ready to leave when Roman suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand, looking more awake than he had all morning. “Hey,” he blurted out, nerves coiling in his belly, “do you…do you regret it? What I said, what I…did?”

Logan followed Roman’s gaze to the band the actor was worrying on his ring finger, sapphires glinting in the sunlight. He took a deep breath and squeezed Roman’s wrist gently, causing a concerned pair of eyes to meet his. “Not at all, my love. Not in the slightest. I know what your feelings are for me no matter what your state. You meant what you said. And so did I.”

Roman’s head flopped back down on the crimson pillow and for the first time all morning, his face broke out into a dopey grin. “You think I’m goooorgeous, you wanna daaaate me, love me and maaaaarry me…”

Logan rolled his eyes and leaned in for one last kiss before he went in search of hydration for the man he would spend the rest of his life with. “Immensely, my love. Immensely.”