#i will carry queue gently away

[notelasts]

@prodigum asked “ When is it over? ” for jack from ennis!

Jack doesn’t know what Ennis means by over. He’s not entirely sure what Ennis is referencing, either. He isn’t sure he wants to know, either. Still, he shifts a little on his log and glances at Ennis in the light of the fire they’ve made. If Ennis means when is this thing between them over, Jack won’t have an answer for him. As much as he wants to say never, he knows that it’ll probably be over when they leave the mountain. He won’t say it aloud, though, for fear of making it true. “Dunno, cowboy.” He pokes at the embers with his boot. “Figure it ain’t over ‘till we say it is.” He glances at Ennis again. “Why? You wanna call it off?”

[notelasts]

He’s been around for a very long time. He thinks he’s been around for longer than Emmanuel, though he has no way of knowing for sure. The world is made out of stories. He couldn’t agree more. He thinks of a girl in a basement, of the book that had gotten scooped up and dumped onto a cart. He thinks of how he’d stolen that book, just like that girl had stolen The Gravedigger’s Handbook all those years ago. He still has that book. It will wear a hole in his pocket forever, he thinks. It’s the least he can do for that girl.

He looks over to the birches. He smiles. “Survivors.” He’s always had a soft spot for survivors. In all of his time on earth, he’s never quite stopped to appreciate the resilience of nature. He thinks he should have. It’s fascinating. “I didn’t know that. About the birches. Thank you for telling me.”

open starter

"the world is made out of stories," the angel mused out loud, loving eyes travelling over the landscape, until he'd settled at a point and smiled, elaborating. "take birches, for example. they are pioneer organisms, among the first trees to arrive after a place is struck by a local disaster which has wiped out all other great vegetation. they grow fast, and they grow thin. they only have a couple of years before the heavier types of trees catch up to them, at which point they just shift further towards uninhabited places."

"encountering a young birch forest means you have encountered a place at the very start of a new era of growth. just their presence alone tells you that much. isn't it wonderful? the earth herself tells these stories that make her up. you only have to look and listen carefully enough."

[notelasts]

@qapsiel liked for a starter.

Steve has seen a lot of things in his time on Earth. He’s seen aliens and flying men and gods and talking robots. And yet, this man standing in front of him takes the cake for the strangest thing Steve has ever dealt with. “You need what?” He frowns, crossing his arms over his chest to give himself something to do so he’s not standing there like an idiot. “Sir, I don’t think I have what you need.” He’s still not entirely sure what it is this stranger needs, but Steve is pretty sure he doesn’t have it.

[notelasts]

@cannotfly liked for a starter ( for riff )

Everything hurts. It’s his own fault for sneaking out. He needed to, though. He couldn’t go any longer without seeing Johanna. He’d promised her last night that he’d go back to her. She was probably worried about him. Riff hopes she’s worried about him. He hopes she’s missing him. He finds her house easily enough and stares up at it. “Johanna!” He wishes he had a better way of getting her attention than yelling at her window. “Johanna!”

[notelasts]

@cannotfly said i’ve missed you these days. / arthur

“Sorry.” He pulls Johanna into his side and kisses the top of her head. “I’ve been busy.” If busy means going to a casino and wasting all his money, then sure. Arthur’s been busy. He doesn’t really have an excuse for it. He just has to hope Johanna hasn’t noticed anything off. He’s been good at hiding it so far. His tuition money is almost out, though. He’s not sure what he’s going to do once it runs out, but he’ll worry about that later. “I didn’t keep you waiting for too long, did I?”

[notelasts]

He rolls his eyes. “Right, cause a girl reporter don’t need any power at all.” He bristles at her accusation—it’s true, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. “At least I ain’t a traitor. Least I didn’t double cross the guys I was workin’ with just cause my daddy told me to.” He has no right to be this angry with her. And yet, he thinks he does. She’s not getting it. Jack doesn’t think she’ll ever get it. He glares at her, putting the full force of his anger behind it. “No. I ain’t. I’m done with you, Pulitzer. If I ever see your face again, I ain’t gonna be so nice next time.”

“i don’t need money or power, and this conversation isn’t exactly giving me an ego boost, so if i wanted to feel better about myself i wouldn’t be here,” she ticks each thing off with her fingers as though counting through a list, “and i’m not the one who’s a sell out.”

perhaps it’s unfair of her to throw the last part in his face; she knows full well from what the other boys have told her that as much as jack cares about the boys, his heart yearned for bigger things out west. to be offered a chunk of money to go do that and, at least the way her father phrased it, keep the boys safe from further harm? it’s unsurprising he’d take that deal. 

“i’m willing to see this through, my father’s wishes be damned. are you?”

[notelasts]

@unbelovd liked for a starter.

It’s not often that Amélie finds herself extending an invitation to brunch with a pop star, but Juliet has intrigued her since the moment she happened to see the young star cross her Instagram feed. She folds her napkin in her lap and sets her fork aside, smiling in what she hopes is an encouraging way. “I don’t do this very often,” she says, “but I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve discussed it with my team, and we’d like you to be the face for my newest fashion line.” The line doesn’t release until next year, which gives both Amélie and Juliet time to prepare. She thinks it’s a generous offer and she can only hope that Juliet feels the same. “We’ll have to discuss payment before you accept, but please know that this is not an offer I extend to just anybody. I see potential in you, Juliet. And I’d like to help that potential flourish, if you’ll let me.”

[velvetreds]

hihihi congrats on 200 that’s so awesome n u deserve it im obsessed with ur work n writing style!! 🫶🏽 could i req 🐙🔥🍕 with suna rintaro :p congrats again!!!!

BAE GUESS WHO GOT IT DONE IN 12-14HRS u really skipped the queue.. i frothed at the mouth the entire time while writing this btw i need him so bad. um yeah. have ur man

shameless — rintarō suna x gn!reader

wc: 1330 (short fic what.) || event

cws: swearing, kissing. that's it methinks. not proofread, may be ooc, suna flirts like a bitch and acts like one too.

you've liked rintarou suna forever. and now, you're lucky — or unlucky — enough to be living with him. damn your brother for being such an angel; suna had needed a place to stay, and of course your brother was the first to offer. now, you often find yourself alone with him, and you can't exactly complain, can you?

"good night," you murmur, getting off the couch. "i'm going to bed now."

you're already in your PJs, ready for bed. your brother isn't home, and suna is still sprawled across most of the couch, eyes glued to the TV. when he hears your words, he instantly loses the resting bitch face, lips curving up into a sly smile.

"'s not a good night unless you're here," he replies. "and you're leaving now, so..."

"have you no shame? flirting with your friend's younger sibling like this?" you cross your arms over your chest, glaring at him — trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

"not really, no," his grin stretches impossibly wider.

"wow." you don't really know what to say, and suna snickers derisively.

what should you be saying? stop flirting with me? carry on flirting with me please i love you? you turn around again, and to your surprise, all the lights are off in the hallway. the light switches are at the other end of the hall, and you are deathly afraid of the dark. you look down helplessly at the book in your hands, then take a deep breath. "suna, can i borrow your phone?"

"what for?"

"um.. the lights are off, and—"

"the switches are right over there," he says, turning to look at you. "you can—"

something must be showing on your face because his eyes widen and he stops talking. "y/n, are you afraid of the dark?"

"no!" you reply too quickly, and he smiles, having gotten his answer. he pats the cushioned spot next to him. "sleep here, i'll get you to your room when i finish this."

you hesitate for a moment. should you?

fuck it. you roll your eyes — just for show — before plopping down beside him again. the force of your fall makes you bounce straight into his side, and your hand shoots out to grab the first thing it can reach — in this case, his shirt. you freeze for a moment, unsure of what to do. when you don't move, suna wraps his arm around your waist and shifts you to his lap, leaning you against his chest like it's the most natural thing in the world. the dark-coloured t-shirt stays bunched up in your hand.

"this okay?" he hums when you don't say anything. you nod against his chest, face aflame as heat spreads across your cheeks. he pulls his knees up to further secure you, right hand wrapped loosely around his left to hold you in place. your breaths are in sync, and as your consciousness slowly slips away and the noise of the TV becomes a comforting hum, you feel suna gently rest his head on top of yours.

"i love you," he whispers into your hair, and he presses his lips to the top of your head. suddenly, you're wide awake, hyper aware of everything around you — the TV, his arms around you, the firmness of his lean yet muscled torso — everything.

as soon as you consciously process his words, your head snaps up — and hits his face.

"ow, fuck," gasps suna, startled. you don't see any blood, but you did notice how loud the sound was, so it must've still been extremely painful. but you also notice how he doesn't even think of himself, turning to you with concern in his eyes. "you okay? bad dream?"

you shake your head, feeling slightly dazed. "you... love me?"

realisation dawns upon his face as he gets up, wincing suddenly. "i'll explain later, i—" he stops speaking, pointing at his mouth, and you nod in understanding.

"i'll help you take care of it," you volunteer. he shakes his head, no. this is ignored as you pull him to the kitchen, heedless of any further refusals. all the time, he is acutely aware of the way his hand feels in yours, and the nervous energy you radiate as you gently press the ice pack against his mouth, lower lip caught between your teeth in concentration. and while you're fixated on his lips, you don't know that he's fixated on yours too.

☆

suna leans back against your headboard, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt distractedly. you clear your throat to get his attention, perched on the other end of your bed. looking up, he raises a brow at you, deadpanning, "what?"

"you love me," you say, uncertainly.

"isn't that what you heard?"

"well, yes, but—"

"then?" he scoffs. "have some faith in yourself, l/n."

you shoot him a half-hearted glare, and he smiles back in a way that's both gentle and extremely attractive, half lidded eyes boring into yours. "if you want to say something, say it."

you open your mouth to speak, but he interrupts you suddenly. "if you're worried about rejecting me or whatever, don't bother. i don't want to force you into anything, okay?"

his voice is flat with no inflections, no way of letting you know how he feels. you shake your head vehemently. "it's not that at all!"

"then?" he cocks a brow, tilting his head to one side quizzically.

"ilikeyoutoo."

"what was that?"

"i like you too," you say again, slower.

"sorry?"

you begin to say it again when you notice the devilish grin on his face; he'd already heard you loud and clear the first time around.

"fuck you," you say, crossing your arms exasperatedly with a huff.

suna snorts. "bet you'd like to, huh?"

the scandalised look on your blushing face is downright hilarious, and suna is laughing too hard notice you advancing on him with a pillow in your hands — or so you think, because as soon as you raise it over your head, he's pulling you down onto him by your waist with a wolfish smile. he cups your face with one large hand, the other splayed across the small of your back. his voice is annoyingly patronising as he speaks, and a complete contrast to the shit-eating grin on his face. "i play volleyball, baby. you can't just sneak up on me like that."

you roll your eyes, annoyed. or you were annoyed, because now you've noticed the lack of proximity between the two of you, and your mind has gone blank. and then he flicks your forehead sharply, bringing you back into reality muttering a string of curses.

"so," you begin.

"so." he repeats acting snide, although the fingers softly tracing patterns onto your back tell another story.

"i don't know," you admit.

"maybe we should kiss," he suggests. he's messing with you, you can tell by the droll twinkle in his eyes, but you decide to bite anyways.

"maybe we should."

his eyebrows lift up a little, almost imperceptibly. "do you want to?"

"if you want to," you confess, "i'm up for it."

for the second time that night, suna shifts you onto his lap again and kisses you again, although this time he likes it much better. he likes the feel of your lips on his, and he likes the way your hands tangle into his hair.

every movement of his oozes devotion; the way he kisses you is slow and fervent. if you were a god, he would be your loyalest worshipper. if you were a garden, he would spend every conscious second tending to its plants. if you loved him, he would give you the most romantic, passionate, flawless love story to ever have existed, happy ending and all.

and because you do love him, actually, you get to experience just that, courtesy of — although unbeknownst to you at that moment, the person you will go on to spend the rest of your life with — rintarou suna.

thanks for reading n following!!

love,

hyena

[notelasts]

Art doesn’t want to think about her waiting for him. “I know. But l didn’t want you to. I didn’t want you to be tied to me forever. It wouldn’t have been fair to you.” He would have wanted her to live her life. And she did, a little bit. She had Anthony. Art wishes he could’ve met Anthony. He knows how much he meant to Johanna and he wishes he could thank him. She’s right. There’s no point in thinking about that reality. It’s too painful.

He shakes his head. “I don’t.” He doesn’t want to think about a life where he’s happy. He doesn’t want to think about a life where he and Johanna could have been together since the beginning. It would make him even more miserable than he already is, and he doesn’t want that. “I really don’t.”

at seventeen, she felt so mature, so eager to drink from every ocean. at eighteen, she would look at art and tell herself that she would marry that boy. how is she so much less confident in herself at twenty-three? where did all of those girlish dreams escape to? johanna cups her hand in the pool water, dapping it across her forehead. ❝ i would have waited for you. i would have written to you and set an extra place at the table. ❞ and everything. now here she is: playing mistress.

in the brick mansion across the bay, she feels more hurt. but what did they know at eighteen years old? the slightest shrug. ❝ i suppose... sorry, there's no point in thinking about that reality either. " as much as she wishes she could scream at him, " you're still here! you're still here and i should have married you! " ❝ you don't even want to imagine getting married? ❞

[notelasts]

@foxtaeil said “ now that’s a headline. “ @ art!

It is indeed a headline. He’s been staring at it for the past five minutes. ART DONALDSON DIVORCES WIFE TASHI IN TENSE COURT BATTLE, it reads. There’s a little bubble under the sprawling text that promises more information on page six, but Art isn’t going to read it. He knows all of the information. He was there. He flips the magazine over. Despite the joy he feels at finally divorcing Tashi, he still doesn’t want to look at her face glaring up at him from the cover. His face is on the cover, too, but Art doesn’t want to see that just as much as he doesn’t want to see Tashi. “Did you read it? The article?” He’s hoping Mellie says no, but he has a feeling she’s going to say yes.

[skeletondeerart]

Hey! I was wondering if you could write headcanons for Lo'ak dating a female human?

Dating Lo'ak as a Human

Lo'ak x Fem!Sky Person | Word Count: 340 Words

The reader is the same age as Lo’ak.

Lo’ak would always try his best to impress you, whether that be hanging from the branches by just his tail or landing a perfect bullseye, he thrived off the praise you so willingly gave him.

He would pick you up and carry you on his back just to show off how strong he was, you would laugh as Lo’ak would sprint along the forest floor, jumping over roots and bioluminescent flora and fauna.

Lo’ak would take you to his secret spots to enjoy the sunset as he would braid your hair while adding beads to match his own, like a subtle way to say you were taken.

Some nights he would lay awake and watch you sleep and marvelling at your features that are so foreign to his own kind, gently caressing your features and feeling the peach fuzz against his fingertips, a smile overtaking his features as you lean into his touch.

Wrapping his tail around your legs as you sleep while curling around you, shielding you from the bitter winds of the night.

Him caging you in his arms and nuzzling into your hair when you are trying to wake up to start the day as he just wants to enjoy the warmth of your body heat for a little while longer.

He would take you on flights with his Ikran, due to you not possessing a queue and doing flips and dives just you feel you hug him closer to your form.

Lo’ak loves to hear you sing your ‘sky people songs’ and he ends up humming them while you're apart.

Lo’ak teaching you Na’vi and you teaching him English <3

Lo’ak would get jealous if Spider or Neteyam would talk to you, he would walk up behind you and place a hand on the crest of your head while giving a tight-lipped smile to his brothers.

Secretly holding hands when Neytiri and Jake aren’t looking and quickly turning away from each other when Jake sneaks up behind the both of you and ruffles your hair laughing.

[gh0stsp1d3r]

ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝒹𝒶𝓉ℯ𝓈

I wrote this while waiting for my fn queue, it took literally over an hour and I fell asleep, im so excited for the new season but omfg im so bored w/o it 😞 im getting Fortnite schizophrenia

thinkin bout rafe w a reader!gf, one smut joke that’s it

Masterlist

You sat behind him on his motorcycle as he sped up, your arms wrapped around him. He stopped, parking in a stop downtown and pulling his helmet off, shaking his head and fixing his hair. You took yours off, holding it.

He had a small smile as he looked at you already walking down, catching up with you. You were giddy all week when he told you he would take you to the Barnes and Nobles- even though it was far away.

“Slow down, slow down.” He said with a chuckle when he noticed you were walking fast down the sidewalk. You pouted and slowed down.

“Not my fault you walk so slow.”

He rolled his eyes at your antics, a small smile on his face. You gently pushed his chest as he feigned offense.

“How dare you?” He gasped dramatically.

“How dare you?” You mocked. You both laughed and soon you were met with the sign of the Barnes and Nobles, you practically running in, dragging Rafe.

Your helmet under your arms got hard to carry, he took it from you, both his hands full now.

“Thank you.” You told him quickly, giving him a kiss on the cheek and grabbing a basket. You scoured the sections for books, reading the backs, your face interested. But, Rafe noticed you were hesitating to buy some.

He took one from your hands making you smile, amused as he flipped through the pages.

“Baby, this might as well be pure smut.”

“It’s not all smut.” You argued, taking the book from his hands with a roll of your eyes.

“You seriously reading about this when we can do it?” He said, tone teasing.

“You’re gross.” You hit his chest, putting the book back.

And sometimes, you put back one and put in another. Soon, you said you were done but the basket wasn’t any where near full, and that wasn’t okay in his eyes.

“Why’d you put down the others?” He asked curiously.

“It’s expensive,” you shrugged. “I can’t waste all my money, I still have shit to pay off.”

“I’m paying for it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What?”

“I’ll pay for it. This is a date, isn’t it? I should be the one paying.”

“But, Rafe-“ he always paid for you, despite your protests.

“Don’t worry about it. Buy anything you fuckin’ want, yeah? That’s what I’m here for.”

“Ugh, will you ever let me pay for something?”

“Nope.” He said with a smirk, you smiled back and went back over to the books you were originally looking at.

“Why don’t you get the uh… what’s it called?” He asked, picking up a hardcover.

“A hardcover costs more. I don’t wanna drain your pockets.”

“Have you seen my bank account? I am off perfectly fine. A little what, couple hundred bucks? Is not gonna drain my pockets.” He spoke, putting the hardcover in the basket for you before you could protest.

You rolled your eyes and began walking to the register when you were done, putting the books on as you greeted the cashier with a small smile.

“Find everything okay?”

You nodded, your eyes going to the screen as the amount went up.

“Rafe, that’s a lot-“ you mumbled, he shrugged.

“It’s fine, baby.” He said with a laugh, you looked up at him now and back down.

“Your total is… 246 dollars.” The cashier spoke.

“Jesus Christ, Rafe, are you-“

He swiped his card, and you had a small smile on your face.

“You didn’t have to.” You told him.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I wish my hobby was this cheap.” He said with a laugh, giving you back your helmet so he could carry all the bags for you, flexing his biceps as he did so.

[notelasts]

Cameron finds the box a lot sooner than Jerome was expecting. It puts a little wrinkle in his plan, but that’s fine. He can still carry it out. He glances at the box and then at Cameron, frowning. “No.” The only movies Jerome had access to at the circus were old ones, and Arkham doesn’t have much in the way of entertainment. “Come on. Grab it and let’s get out of here.” They don’t really need the box, it’s more about what’s in it, but Jerome will let Cameron think they need the box.

He pulls Crane’s fear toxin from his jacket and smashes the vials against the side of the window sill. Hopefully it’ll spread through the whole house. He hopes Jonathan wasn’t expecting a report. He’s already out the window by the time the toxin starts wafting towards the ceiling. “Gimme the box.”

"Box." He repeats, more for himself in confirmation than anything else. Cameron is good at this -- he WILL be, he HAS to be. Can't let the new 'friend' he met on a whim, down and out, can he? No. He has a name to make, a face to splay on America's Most Fucking Wanted maybe -- if that's even a thing anymore with how many Indian Hill monsters are running around.

The blond wets his lips with a quick slide of tongue as he slinks into the warehouse. It only takes about thirty seconds of searching, maybe a few off-- but Junior eventually manages to find an adequately sized box aforementioned by his partner in crime. "Ooh-- is this it?" He calls over, hunkered down in between some crates and tarp covered material. It was nestled in with some hemp-looking sacks and hidden under a batch of what looked like imported pickles. Is that even a THING?

"You ever see that movie Seven?" Cameron asks idly, chuckling soon after as he seems to quote said movie -- "Whaaaaat's in the boooox?" God, he hopes Jerome has at least seen or heard of the damn movie or he's going to feel super awkward.

[affableramen]

genshin impact men with a physically wounded reader pantalone - a bullet wound wriothesley - fell from the stairs

Pantalone - a bullet wound

“Does it hurt… too much?” Pantalone looks at you briefly before averting his gaze quickly.

You hum with slightly raspy voice. “Unpleasant.”

Your hot blood sips down your hand, dropping onto the floor with a noise that is hardly noticeable. The shock after the bullet hit your arm dulls your senses, making you almost ignorant of the pain. Pantalone’s look is almost awkward. You’re not too sure if it is unbearable for him to see you in this state, or it is the sight of blood that disgusts him. Either way, you have mixed feelings about him turning away from you, hiding his eyes and avoiding eye contact.

“Are you still dizzy?”

“…Yes.”

“Lean on to me.”

With your breath hitching you decide to follow his words that by tone and character have nothing in common with requests, resembling more of instructions or orders even. You can feel him carefully wrap one arm around your waist, the gesture is purest than ever.

“Get in my car and stay there.”

“Is that what you do every time someone’s wounded? Tell them to get on the backseat of your car?”

He ignores your half unintelligeble feverish words, helps you to walk into there and opens the door of his luxurious car.

“What if I faint inside?” you ask. As all your senses are dulled and you feel yourself detached from reality, disoriented and completely, utterly pathetic. For a moment you think you can’t even control your own tongue from speaking.

Pantalone sighs. He sits next to you on the backseat and puts your seatbelt on so it secures you before moving away, slowly, as if not entirely sure he can leave you to yourself.

“I will be driving. Try to stay awake.”

He gives one last look to your shoulder which is stained with crimson blood and finally moves to the driver’s seat.

“And if I don’t?”

He looks at you through the front mirror.

“I will have to carry you.”

You don’t know it, but he curses everyone in the world right now for letting you take the bullet. He curses the universe for letting you be the one to take it. He didn’t ask for it. He literally has men paid to take a bullet and die for him whenever he is in danger.

But somehow, it just had to be you there. There was no body guards, just you and… him.

He had his fair share of scolding you right at the moment when you took the bullet pushing him away and letting the bullet go through your arm instead of his chest. But right now you are too weak, no scolding would make sense. You’re still the person he’s in love with and cares for, so he will make sure you get the best care in the hospital and will cover all necessary bills.

He will constantly look back at you in the mirror checking your state.

Wriothesley - fell from the stairs

“Hey, hey, hey… shhh… Stay with me, stay with me. You’re gonna be okay, I promise. Just stay awake, stay here.”

Wriothesley’s voice shakes but his hands do everything to secure your survival. He gently pulls you closer to his chest, one hand over your neck and he start pulling you carefully to a safe place.

“I will get you a doctor. I will get you a doctor, we’re in a public place, there should be one. If not, we’ll call taxi and get to the hospital. Straight to emergency, with no queue, I promise.”

You are not sure that hear everything he says. Your ears appear blocked, the amount of blood covering you seems to shock you no less than Wriothesley. No one could predict such an outcome that you would get hurt just like that in the middle of an afternoon. But Wriothesley is with you, and that’s the best hope for you right now.

The surroundings seem blurred and the only sensation you can get is the quickened heart beat coming Wriothesley’s chest. But everything goes blank when the wound makes your senses even duller and you lose consciousness right in his arms. Wriothesley immediately catches you before your body touches the cool ground. He swiftly craddles you into his arms and you feel the motion - he carries your wounded body into some car, must be a cab.

In the middle of the agony you wake up, Wriothesley gently holding your ankle while sharing the backseat with you.

“Can you move? Can you lift your leg?”

“No…”

“Can you bend your knee?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“Shit”, he barks quietly to himself, gently massaging your ankle, running his fingers so gently over it the impact is almost unnoticeable.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure the scum who pushed you will get punished, and you’ll have enough rest, that’s for sure. Three, or even four months off. You will be alright, I promise, my love”, he kisses your hand lightly and releases it, giving you some space.

“You don’t deserve that. I hate it, I hate whoever caused you such pain. Why you?!”

It’s such a rare moment to see the duke so emotional and tensed up.

When you arrive to the hospital, Wriothesley helps you get out from the car and brings you to his arms again, carrying you closely to his chest until you’re handed to the resuscitation room.

[tiredmamaissy]

Can we get shy/sub Aonung getting head for the first time by his gf as a reward🤭

🔞 mdni; adult!shy!aonung

Sorry I got a bit carried away, as per usual.

“Ah—wait. Shit.” Ao’nungs hand flies to your head, balling your hair into his fist to gently tug you off him. Your head dips back, mouth open and tongue resting innocently against your bottom lip — saliva dripping down the column of your throat. You’re breathing solely through your mouth at this point, still glossy eyed from the happy tears you shed earlier when he delivered great news. “You… you don’t need to do that.”

Looking up at him from between his legs, you sit back into the dip of your feet in defeat. Brows pinching in confusion, your eyes fall to the sight between his legs — the sight of his clothed, throbbing bulge. It’s huge, to put simply. And it’s not even out of the restraints of the thin, taut cloth covering it yet. It grows bigger with every pant that comes from your mouth, right in front of your eyes. And then you see it — him trying to close his legs, and the wandering webbed hand that grazes past his thigh to cover his bulge.

Tongue quickly withdrawing back into your mouth, your eyes snap back up to his, which are filled with hesitancy. “Ma ‘nung, why do you hide from me?”

“Hide? I-I am not hiding.” He says quickly, cupping and squeezing his clothed cock.

“You are.” You insist, wrenching away his hand to reveal a dark spot on his tewng (loincloth). You swallow thickly at the sight of his slick seeping through his undergarments. “And you need not to, and I want to make you feel good.” You push his legs apart, “You…deserve to feel good.”

Ao’nungs face heats up until it shifts in colour, his chin meeting his chest to watch as your hands slide over the throb between his thighs. He’s choked up and can only let out a mere ‘haah’ when he feels your thumbs hook under the band of his tewng and tug it down. He’s completely exposed now, the strings of glistening precum leaking from his slit swaying side to side with every jump of his cock.

Fuck, you just want to taste it.

“I’ll be gentle. Take care of you real good, ‘nung. Do not be shy with me. I am your mate, am I not?” You practically pant the words as your flushed lips near his mushroomy head.

He only nods in agreeance, balling his hands into fists when your plump lips make contact with his swollen cockhead. He grits his teeth and clenches his jaw, hard — anything to prevent the filthy whine that’s bubbling up his throat from coming out his mouth. But when your mouth engulfs him in heat he can no longer hold it back. A whimper comes out, just as his hand flies to your head to grip the base of your queue. You smile, cock in mouth and all — your chest swelling with pride from making the new olo’eyktan crumble from only a few kitten licks.

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[ssahotchnerr]

Ok - Season11 Hotch in “the storm” 🤤😵‍💫 – where you are there with him and Jack when SWAT arrives and you spend the day with Jack, in Hotch’s office, with no updates and just worrying, but not obviously because you have to remain strong for Jack (you/Hotch son, Haley never existed 😊). Hotch is questioned and dragged through the mud and is emotionally exhausted by the end of it. At the end of the day, you finally see him walking through the BAU doors and jump on him in excitement (queue make-out sesh in the battle cage), Jack comes running up shortly after. The team just watches, joyfully. Happy to see Hotchner happy and reunited with his family.

You guys go home and enjoy a nice night as a family. Dinner, with a discussion about the mixup today, and a movie on the couch etc.

You guys get Jack off to bed, and continue some NSFW stuff on the couch. Just happy to have your man back home, all to yourself.

after the storm

🥺 this <333 i got a bit carried away and made it a bit angsty so i hope you don't mind cw; angst, brief suggestiveness (sub!aaron?🤭), references to 11x22, jack's younger in this and isn't pissed like in the episode LOL

the longest day.

you're sat on the couch in aaron's office, jack's fast asleep. his head is on your lap and you're running your fingers gently through his hair, still internalizing the day.

one second you were starting breakfast, the next the door is being knocked down.

instead of sending aaron off with a kiss as usual, he's being guided away in handcuffs.

the worried expressions of the team are still prominent in your mind, as you stood in the roundtable room as they updated you on the situation, the one update you've practically received all day. he's been framed, accused of horrific claims, and it looks bad.

and while you insisted they take you to wherever it was he was being held to knock some goddamn sense into somebody, insisting you could give his alibi or somehow prove he did not make that spoofed call - you've been with him all morning - you knew it was in your best interest to stay put. not only in terms of protocol or whatever they needed to do, but for jack.

and so the two of you have spent the day in aaron's office, finding ways to pass the time.

and besides, aaron was innocent. sooner or later, this nightmare would be over.

by now, they've told you aaron's been released. they've told you he was headed to the prison to help the others. but you refused to believe it until he was standing right in front of you, not until he's locked strictly in your arms.

the sigh exiting your mouth was halted by movement from your peripheral vision, your head whipping to your right. will has been sitting at jj's desk, waiting just as you've been, and jj had just walked through the doors, embracing him upon her arrival.

so that could only mean...

you're already on your feet (after very gently moving jack aside) as aaron walks through the double glassed doors, and everything blurs.

you don't recall exiting his office. you don't recall stepping down those few short steps. just suddenly, your face is being pressed into his shoulder as your arms find home around his middle, breathing in the scent you only knew as aaron. your grip on him only tightens as it all sinks into you further - it's him. he's right here.

likewise he's pressing you firmly against himself, his hands roaming up and down your back soothingly. "hey-"

you pull back and your lips are on his, not letting a single word out of him. you're kissing him vigorously and desperately, as if he's about to disappear from you once more. your fingers find purchase on his suit jacket, gripping onto the coarse fabric and not only is it grounding you, but him.

if you've had a hard day, you can only imagine what aaron's gone through. that only alights you to kiss him deeper, as his day must've been filled with people questioning him, belittling him in terms of who he is, despite everything he's sacrificed and done for the bureau. it flames a fire in you, and you just want more than anything to relieve the tension in his shoulders.

aaron's kissing you back just as hard, no concern for who may be watching present. he does hold himself back from some regard, if the two of you were alone in your bedroom, he'd let you have your way with him, if your current dominance is anything to go from. and he's confident that'll be in order once jack is tucked into bed later.

and in fairness, everyone's watching, but they don't dare interrupt the reunion. the two of you haven't seen each other for roughly fourteen hours, but it feels like a year has gone by. it's been a heavy, complicated day, so a heartfelt moment is more than appropriate. and again, after everything aaron has gone through the past years, they've always been glad he's found someone like you.

finally you pull away to breathe, lips swollen and a bit hazy, placing both your hands on aaron's flushed cheeks as you come back to earth.

"are you okay?" you search his face, your expression changing into one of worry and tears threatening your eyes.

aaron nods, covering both your hands with his and kissing you once more, "i'm okay."

you aren't convinced, but jack comes running down the stairs before you can do or say anything else, throwing himself into his aaron's arms. he clings onto his dad for dear life, his small arms going around aaron's neck.

you quickly join their embrace, your face burrowing into the crook of aaron's neck. peace finally fills you; you're with your boys, aaron's been cleared, the nightmare is finally over.

as if aaron can read your mind, supporting jack with one arm and his free hand finds yours, a sigh escapes him, accompanying the small glint in his eyes. "let's go home. please."