#it's the kind of thing where you don't wanna work on anything else until it's done. hence my weeklong absence

[sydney-carton-of-sour-milk]

The Many Illustrators of A Tale of Two Cities 11: Harry Furniss (1/2)

These speak for themselves.

This week's set is a particularly iconic one - at long last, we've arrived at Harry Furniss's illustrations for the 1910 Charles Dickens Library edition of A Tale of Two Cities!

1 / 2 || 2 / 2

Furniss created hundreds of illustrations for this series, which was meant as a centennial celebration of Dickens's birth. For A Tale of Two Cities in particular, he made 32! In this post, we'll be looking at the first 19.

Also, a note for the full set, just as a heads-up: A few of the Internet Archive versions - which are the primary source used here - were cropped, so I edited in the missing pieces using (if I remember correctly) these versions from HathiTrust.

There really isn't much more to say concerning these thorough, thoughtful illustrations - I waited patiently to begin to work on posts for them until I found quality versions that would do them justice, and I'm so delighted to finally have done so. Without further ado, enjoy!

See you soon for Part 2!

& the standard endnote for all posts in this series:

This post is intended to act as the start of a forum on the given illustrator, so if anyone has anything to add - requests to see certain drawings in higher definition (since Tumblr compresses images), corrections to factual errors, sources for better-quality versions of the illustrations, further reading, fun facts, any questions, or just general commentary - simply do so on this post, be it in a comment/tags or the replies!💫

[erwinsvow]

you'd never really put this much effort in at other houses. while you're scrubbing the countertops to remove every last bit of evidence that someone—anyone—had made a mess there, you think about the other houses you used to babysit for.

used to, since there was no need to babysit anymore. mister cameron, who will always remain mister cameron—no matter how much he reminds you to call him rafe—actually pays you double what your other families did. he's a busy guy. you know this for a fact—single dad and some big business guy that people in town used to talk about all the time when you used to listen—so he'd have last minute emergencies and random business calls all the time.

his exact words had been something along the lines of "don't wanna share you with anyone else," but even thinking about that encounter makes your face burn with so much intensity that you think you're going to collapse. that's not what he meant, obviously, he was trying to tell you in nicer words that it was annoying when you replied to his texts explaining how another family had booked you already for that night. so when he upped your rate and said that he'd even pay to say no to others, just in case, you would have been really stupid to say no.

you don't hear much about him anymore, when you're out and about. you spend so much time at the cameron house that your own little apartment seems like nothing more than a bed and a place to get ready before leaving. you practically eat three meals a day with the baby, so even your grocery shopping is in that part of town—all organic, expensive places where you talk to the baby and try to get her opinion on which vegetable puree she'd like to try this week.

it's kind of like playing pretend. no, it's really like playing pretend. you used to dress in the normal, comfortable clothes that were sufficient for babysitting every other family—overalls and sneakers—but now you don't fit in unless you're in a pretty dress and nice sandals. you stay in one outfit from when you show up before mister cameron leaves to when you drive home at the end of the night.

that's the other thing—your car. you've made it work with the same one since you could first drive. it's a little rusty, a little dinged up, but safe as can be. it's nothing fancy but it got you around. but now you do other things for rafe that you never did for other families—grocery shopping and errands and the occasional doctor's appointment if rafe really, really can't make it. you don't mind at all—it's fun to play pretend and you love her like she's your own, but mister cameron tries to make it to every appointment himself, because he really cares about his daughter. it's admirable because you don't see it in every single household.

you hadn't thought there was anything wrong with your car until one day you couldn't get the air conditioning to work, and the back window got jammed and the baby looked so uncomfortable that you had to skip out on whatever you were supposed to do that day. when mister cameron came home that night you apologized so much that you started crying—because really, you never thought there was something wrong with your car and you didn't want to make the baby drive in the heat, just in case. you think he'll be mad, there's no groceries and his suit is still at the cleaner's, and the lotion that you use every night after bathtime has ran out and there'll be none for tomorrow—but he's not.

he's not mad at all. he seems... tired. he seems worried. the first thing he asks that night is if you and the baby are okay. when you nod, afraid that this is the calm before the storm, he sighs.

"good. that's all i care about," and the way he says it—you believe him right away. maybe that's the night your little crush on mister cameron started forming. it'd always been there in the background, you'd be an idiot of massive proportions to deny it. but it felt different somehow, watching him roll up his sleeves and pulling out whatever ingredients there were left over to make dinner with, something that you normally tried to have done every night for him, while telling you to take a seat.

that night he asks about your car—how old is it, when'd you get it, how many miles. do you like the model? would you want bigger, smaller, a different color? it's just conversation—he probably likes cars with the way there's a really nice in the garage under a sheet and a nice but safer one that he takes to work everyday.

(while he's cooking pasta and cutting vegetables, you try to get up and help, but he meets your eyes and shakes his head. wordlessly, you obey and sit back down.)

that's the first night things felt different. you drove home a little giddy, later than normal, stomach full and heart a little too happy that you found it in yourself to finally have a real, nice conversation with mister cameron. you're as shy as they come but your interactions with him are limited—before work, a phone call at lunch (though recently, his first question hasn't been about the baby... it's been how are my girls?), and after work before you leave.

it feels good to know that you're doing something right, that you're good at this even on your bad days. you make a point to leave your place extra early that week, stopping at the pharmacy and picking up the lotion so it's one less thing to worry about. your window still won't roll down and you'll have to figure out how to get the groceries delivered, crossing your fingers that it doesn't cost that much more.

you show up a couple minutes early and go inside to sort out the stuff for the baby before she wakes, when you find mister cameron in the nursery.

"good morning," you say quietly, though it comes out a little above a whisper. she's still sleeping, even though you haven't glanced in the crib, you know her schedule like the back of your hand.

"hey, kid," he says, and your heart starts to thud a little faster. mister cameron's nicknames for you don't make an appearance everyday but for some reason, it has today. he hovers over the crib, watching the baby's chest rise and fall with each breath. you go over to join him, placing the lotion on the dresser. he notices the bottle and turns back to you. "you didn't have to do that."

"she needs it," you reply quietly. "it's the only one she likes. and i was up early anyways."

"thank you." it comes out with such sincerity that you're a little taken aback.

"of course, mister cameron. it's nothing," you smile up at him. he glances back at you, smiling and then turning to his daughter again. "i'm gonna go start on her breakfast."

you make your way to the door when he says your name.

"there's keys on the kitchen counter, and the car's in the garage. i'd like it if you started using that car instead."

and really—how are you supposed to respond to that? you stammer out an 'of course, mister cameron' and go downstairs, crossing your fingers that he made a mistake, or that he wants you to drive his car until you fix yours and he'll take the nice one tucked away in the garage.

but when you make it to the counter, and then head to the garage, your eyes nearly fall out of your head. a brand new pair of car keys, to match the brand new car in the garage. your arguments fall on deaf ears—this is way too much for anyone. yes, you're pretty much throwing money away by still paying rent and the cost of getting your car fixed could probably be enough to start paying for a better one, but this is too much. way too much. it's not normal. right?

but you have no one to ask. the baby's not old enough for playdates, and the girls who replaced you at your old houses are pretty much all high school seniors. on mister cameron's side of town, there's only nannies and au pairs, and they'd probably think you're crazy for turning down such a nice gesture.

and it is a nice gesture. mister cameron listens to every word you say, even when you're not paying attention to your own sentence. the car is exactly how you described—the color you wanted, the size you said would be nice one day incase there's ever a playdate or another baby or whatever the case may be. it's shiny and brand-new and completely undeserving of you. but he doesn't listen.

somewhere along the next month, you realize you could get really used to this. mister cameron does have a point—you're taking care of his daughter every day, so it only makes sense to make sure she's as safe as can be. you make a mental note that if you ever—for whatever idiotic reason—choose to leave this perfect job, you'll make sure he gets the car back.

there comes a point where the relationship... makes its way to the next level. at the end of every week, you have to settle the bills. co-pays at appointments, grocery receipts, the invoice from the gardener that didn't go through so you had given him your own cash so mister cameron wouldn't have to deal with it from work. it adds up, so once the baby is asleep on saturday night, the two of you eat dinner and go through everything.

but this time, he hands you a card instead. a shiny black credit card that spells out his name on the back.

"makes it a bit easier, right? just use this instead. we won't have to settle every week anymore."

"right," you agree, your smile fading quickly. you try to put on a front, a false expression so he doesn't notice your disappointment. saturday nights with mister cameron—him with his beer and you with a glass of wine—once the baby is asleep, sorting out bills and making conversation that almost felt like you belonged here, had unknowingly become your favorite part of the week. sometimes it would go until midnight, talking about things that were neither here nor there.

it's how you learned why he's a single dad, what he does for work, how he feels about his job and how much time it takes away from his daughter. it's why you started sending him photo and video updates everyday so he wouldn't feel like he's missing out on as much, it's why you make sure to craft the baby's bedtime routine around him coming home, so they have their time together.

"somethin' wrong?" he asks, after taking another sip of beer. you're snapped out of your thoughts, focusing instead of how rafe looks today. tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, fingers curled around the beer bottle.

you don't know how any woman on earth could have walked away from this.

"n-nothing. no. thank you, mister cameron, this is great. i'll make sure-"

"it's rafe from now on—remember, kid?"

"yes. sorry, i-"

you couldn't get out of there fast enough that night. it's almost a subtle reminder from the universe—you're not part of that family. you're the nanny who got too attached, who pretended that she fit in too much to a family that's not hers.

you still wear your nicer clothes, you still drive around his nice car. but you try to remind yourself every now and then that this isn't your real life.

the next day, it's like the universe has decided that it's mad at you for coming to this conclusion.

pouring rain the second you get into the car. your raincoat and umbrella and a sensible pair of shoes remain inside your apartment, and if you sit in idle any longer, you're going to be late to mister cameron's. he'll want to leave early since it's raining, so he's probably expecting you any minute.

the roads are a mess—it's monsooning for no reason and people forget how to drive. you honk no less than three times at idiots on the road before getting scared that someone will road-rage you. when you pull into the garage—because yes, mister cameron insists that you park inside and that he can park outside— you're frazzled and sweating and your day hasn't even started yet.

rafe's almost ready to leave, which is another damper on an already bad morning—if he has time, the two of you eat breakfast together. you tell him to drive safe and apologize for being late when he rushes past you, leaning in to kiss your cheek and telling you that he might he home late today, and to have a good day. you don't realize what's happened until he's gone, the door closing behind him.

you stand in the foyer with your mouth open until you hear the baby monitor. from that point on—it's one thing after another. the baby is fussy today, which is the most unusual part of the day. she's never like this, and you conclude that she must be getting sick or something. it's just as well, because there's no reason to go out or to take her out in this weather. she cries, and you try to help, even cave and put on some episodes of little bear to see if something would distract her. but the poor thing just doesn't feel good, and has no way to tell you how.

the hours fly by, and your head even hurts a little from the crying and the overthinking about the kiss from this morning. in all the rush, you eat about two bites of lunch before the baby needs something else.

and then at the end of the day, right around when rafe should be coming home, he doesn't.

you feed the baby and rock her to sleep. she fusses ten minutes later, and spits up all over you and your hair, and then knocks out. you even spend twenty minutes hovering over the monitor, making sure she's okay while drying your hair. rafe's still not home, so you get dinner ready and warmed for him, eating yours alone in the silence. and as if you could handle another thing, you spill sauce all over your dress while trying to put away the leftovers.

you were going to wait until you were back home, safe in your tiny apartment to cry and shower and scrub your skin raw from the day you've had, but it can't wait any longer. you take the monitor into the bathroom with you at full volume, and decide to shower in the bathroom closest to the baby's room just to be safe.

it's not until you're naked, wrapped in a soft towel and waiting for the water to get scalding hot, racking your brain for the location of the extra clothes you had once brought here that you realize the shower closest to the baby's room is the shower in rafe's bedroom.

you haven't been in here before—looking around at the expensive cologne on the counter and the dark blue towels and the hamper full of yesterday's dress shirt. it's not a good idea to be in here, but you need to shower and you can't wait another minute. for all you know, mister cameron could come home in another two hours. your dress is spinning in the washer—and your plan is set. throw it in the dryer, find something to wear for the next fifty minutes, and leave as soon as he's home even though you can hear the raindrops on the roof and the thunder outside.

the shower is what you have been needing all day. you wish you had your body wash and shampoo, but his aren't too bad. you inhale deeply, realizing you're submerging yourself in his scent. you could stay in there forever, but you don't—he's gonna be home any minute or the baby could start crying, and you need to go home.

but he smells so good. you've noticed it before, it just feels amplified now. the towel you wrap yourself in is his, meaning he's dried himself with it before. all the clothes smell like his cologne, and the house is a little cold and your clothes are still washing, and though it's probably the worst idea you've ever had, when you get out of the shower, you head to his dresser and pull out the first clean t-shirt you can find.

it's big on you, you knew it would be. it's soft and warm and smells undeniably like mister cameron. you're completely clueless, exhausted because the baby barely napped and you barely got any sleep yourself, and it's way past your own bedtime right now. he might not even come home, you think, with how the storm sounds. you check your phone but there's no messages, just a flood warning.

yesterday's socks and underwear are still spinning in the machine—how long does this thing take? what setting had you put it on?—and you begrudgingly leave rafe's warm bedroom with the baby monitor in one hand, and his navy blue towel in the other, drying your hair. you turn on the television, watching whatever's on while you pat your strands dry, bending over to wrap your hair into the towel so you can sit for a couple minutes, when you hear the door open.

you snap back up, looking at rafe's face stare back at you—he's drenched, hair wet and suit dripping, wiping his forehead with his hand when he looks you up and down. oh god, you don't even know what he just saw, you were bent over and-

"is that my shirt?"

[apomaro-mellow]

Corroded Coffin ransoms Steve 4

Part 3

Steve's makeshift shackles were released and he honestly had half a mind to bolt. But in the end, he figured it was better to get this all over with. Eddie pushed Steve in front of him and he started towards the convenience store. The bell rang on the door as he went in. The cashier didn't even look up from his magazine.

Steve pretended to peruse the candy aisle as he scoped out the place. He didn't have a gun or a knife, so he couldn't be expected to stick up the joint and empty the register.

Bingo

Eddie was posted up by the magazine rack right by the door. Steve went towards the back where the drinks were. He grabbed a couple six packs and casually walked back up to the front. The cashier looked up then and Steve felt his heart skip a beat before he bolted for the door.

He could hear the cashier screaming at him. He could hear Eddie howling behind and yelling for the van to start. Steve threw himself into the back and the cashier had chased them outside. Steve's leg was still dangling out the door as Doug peeled out of the parking lot. Eddie pulled him further inside and shut the door.

The van was a cacophony of loud noise as they drove back to Gareth's house. Only when they got to the driveway and parked did it begin to quiet as they all caught their breaths.

"So", Steve spoke up first. "Trust me now?"

Eddie just shoved him. "It's a start. Let's talk about what else you can do for us."

In the house, everyone was either a full can or a can and a half into it. Eddie still wanted to hold out hope for their original plan.

"Can't we still ransom your folks? We could call 'em up from whatever resort they're all and demand the money."

Steve shook his head. "It's not gonna work. Your best bet is just taking some stuff from my house and pawning it."

"Works for me", Jeff said.

"Your parents really wouldn't give a huge payout for you?", Gareth asked, eyes narrowed.

"Well they didn't last time", Steve shrugged and then stood up, crushing his can and picking up his third can.

"Wait. Rewind", Eddie said. "This isn't even your first kidnapping?"

"Yeah and I gotta be honest. Compared to them, you guys are amateurs", Steve said as he cracked his beer open.

"When was this?", Jeff asked.

"Uhh, ten? I don't know, the whole things kind of a blur now. I just remember getting in a car, being in a room, talking with my dad on the phone and finding out he wasn't gonna shell out the money for me."

"...Jesus Christ", Eddie breathed out. "And I thought my dad sucked."

"Okay, it's kinda apples to oranges", Doug said. "Harrington's dad sucked. Eddie, your dad sucks in a different way."

"Why does your dad suck?", Steve asked, switching the attention off of him.

"Psshhh, where do I start? Never around until he wanted me to do something for him, was a dick to my mom, ditched me when cops came, all around scum of the earth." Eddie stood with a groan. "And the apple don't fall too far from the tree."

Steve rolled his eyes. "You're not that bad, Munson. I told you, you guys are third rate kidnappers."

"That's the one thing I didn't mind being being last in."

"You got anything you're first in?"

"You wanna find out?"

Eddie didn't realize how close they'd gotten, almost toe to toe before Gareth cleared his throat.

"Uhhh, do you two need a room?"

Eddie cleared his throat and took a step back. "So, you just let us into your house? And we take what we like?"

"Exactly", Steve said. "A lot of it's insured anyway."

"Dudes, we might be able to get more than just battle of the bands money", Doug said.

"You guys want something more than some band competition?", Steve asked.

"We can dream big", Jeff said.

"Like what?"

Gareth started immediately and Jeff spoke with his eyes, hinting to Eddie that they should both go to the kitchen. They did and Jeff wasted no time.

"Don't fall for Harrington's shtick."

"His shtick?"

"Yeah, his jock shtick. He's gonna get you with the things they do and you're gonna fall for it."

"Like what?", Eddie leaned in.

"Just stay metal, Eddie. Okay?"

Eddie snorted. "Yeah, whatever man."

They decided to just go ahead and do the job tomorrow morning. They stayed up until about midnight before figuring out they should probably sleep before robbing a house. Gareth also suggested they take turns watching Steve.

"I stole beer for you guys, where's the trust?", Steve bemoaned.

"You could still earn some more points", Eddie said. Then he saw how the others already declared themselves 'not it' by putting their fingers to their noses. When Eddie's face fell in realization, he groaned, eliciting snickers from the others.

Gareth slept in his room while Jeff and Doug took up the couches in the basement. Steve laid across the couch in the living room while Eddie got comfortable in the armchair right across from him.

"You're really just gonna watch me all night like some stalker?", Steve asked. "What if I wanna beat one off?"

Eddie shrugged. "If you wanna give the freak a show."

"It's weird to just watch."

Eddie wanted to choke on his spit. "'Just watch'?"

Steve rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Munson, you had to have done it once."

"Done what?"

Steve sat up and made a jerking motion with his hand. "I mean with friends."

"I'm afraid I'm unaware of that custom", Eddie squeaked. "You and the guys on your team just, what? Jerk each other off?"

"Don't make it weird. We do it to ourselves. We just...do it around each other. If you're gonna do it, might as well, right?"

Eddie remembered Jeff's words then. Harrington was either trying to entrap him now, or get him in a trap later. He was just dollar signs to Eddie and that's how it needed to stay.

"Get to sleep, Harrington. You can go one day without abusing yourself."

Part 5

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Way Too Seriously ೃ⁀⤵

adam warlock x reader

masterlist

synopsis: a collection of moments where adam overhears things you say and takes them entirely the wrong way- because sarcasm, flirting, and dramatic one-liners just arent part of his programming. (he's learning... slowly... and falling for you way faster than he should)

w/c: 1k

1. "I'd let you ruin my life."

w/c: 670

You're sitting on your knees on the floor of the medbay, sleeves rolled up, grease smudged across your cheek as you try to rewire one of the medbots Cosmo said went haywire after a power surge.

"Bet it's just a fried regulator," you mutter, wrist-deep in tangled wires. "Again."

Next to you, a stranger- tall, charming smile, definitely not from around here- is leaning against the wall, watching you work with an amused sort of interest.

"You always this good with your hands?" he asks.

You scoff without looking up. "Buy me dinner first."

He laughs, warm and easy, and it catches you off guard. "Sure thing."

You then glance up, and for a split second, he looks... intrigued. "You know, I might just let you ruin my life," you joke, teasingly. "Honestly, you've got the face for it."

It's stupid, lighthearted, the kind of thing people say when the work is boring and someone's flirting just enough to make the afternoon go by faster.

You don't mean it. Obviously.

But someone else hears it.

You don't notice Adam in the doorway until the other guy glances past you and stiffens slightly. You turn, wires still in hand, and see him standing there- quiet, golden, unreadable.

Your breath catches.

"Adam? You okay?"

He doesn't speak for a moment. But then he steps forward, a little too tense. "I was looking for you."

The stranger shifts, clearly picking up on the change in the air. "She's a bit busy, mate."

Adam's eyes flick to him briefly. "She's always busy... mate," he replies, too soft to be rude, but too pointed to be polite.

You hold back a laugh at his attempt of using the word 'mate'. "What's going on? Is everything alright?"

"I just needed to ask you someting," he says, but there's a strange undercurrent in his voice. "But I think I should wait. Since you're... making life decisions."

"Huh?"

He then looks at you, really looks. Like he's not just hearing the words you said but carrying them, weighing them, turning them over until they've become something way heavier than you had ever meant them to be.

"You said you'd let him ruin your life."

"Adam," you blink. "It was a joke."

"It didn't sound funny."

"People say stuff like that all the time," you say, setting the wires down and pushing yourself to your feet. "It's not serious. It doesn't mean anything."

He watches you carefully.

You sigh, brushing your hands on your pants. "It's just flirting."

"I see."

The stranger clearly feels the awkward tension and slips out with a quick "I'll come back later," leaving you and Adam alone in the medbay's quiet.

You look up at him. "You're not mad, are you?"

"No," he says. Then, after a moment, "I would never ruin your life... Just so you know."

You stare at him, your heart stalling a little.

"But if I did," he continues quietly, "it would be by accident. And I'd fix it."

You don't know what to say. The way he says it- it's not a pickup line. It's not a joke. It's not even flirtation.

It's a promise.

He stands there, golden and sincere, and you suddenly realize that the kind of love Adam offers isn't loud or messy or dramatic. It's quiet, carefully, steady. The kind of love that lingers in doorways and pays attention when no one else is looking.

You step closer.

"I wouldn't let anyone ruin my life," you say softly. "Unless it was you."

His brow creases. "But I just said-"

"I know," you interrupt gently. "And that's exactly why."

He exhales slowly, shoulders relaxing just a little.

You smile. "Hey, you wanna help me fix this bot?"

He blinks. "I might ruin it if I do."

You laugh, tugging him down to sit next to you.

"It'll be fine," you say. "But let's start with you just holding the flashlight."

He beams like it's the greatest honor in the galaxy.

And maybe, in some sort of way, it is.

2. "Buy me a drink and I'll love you forever."

w/c: 430

You say it so easily.

One hand on the bar, your chin resting in the other, grinning lazily at the guy beside you. Your voice lifts over the crowd and straight into Adam's ears like it belongs there.

"Buy me a drink and I'll love you forever."

Adam is startled.

He was walking by. That's all. Just passing through, minding his own business, and then bam- those words. That voice. You.

His chest goes tight.

You'll love him... forever? For buying you a drink?

He stops walking. Turns around. Eyes locked on you now. You're still talking to the guy, while the bartender laughs and says, "You always say that."

Adam's frown deepens. Always?

He walks over without thinking.

You see him out of the corner of your eye. "Oh, hey, Adam."

He's already reaching into his pocket.

"Do you want one?" you ask, gesturing to the bar. "I was just getting another-"

"I'll buy it," he says, placing a few Units on the counter. "What do you want?"

You blink. "You don't have to-"

You said if someone bought you a drink, you'll love them forever."

You choke on your own saliva.

"Wait, what?"

He looks down at the credits. "You said it. I heard you, that was the agreement."

"That wasn't an agreement, Adam. It was a joke."

He looks genuinely confused. "But... you said it out loud. In public. With conviction."

You try not to laugh because he's being so serious, and it's honestly kind of adorable.

"I was flirting," you admit softly. "Sort of. But it's just a thing people say when they want a free drink."

Adam tilts his head. "So you don't mean it?"

"Not literally, no."

He goes quiet for a second. "Would you... ever say it to me?"

You blink. "Would I try to get a free drink from you?"

He shrugs, suddenly shy. "Would you ever say that to me? Even if it is not true?"

Your heart stutters in your chest.

You glance at the glowing drink the bartender just set down in front of you. Then back up at Adam, golden and wide-eyed and way too genuine. You notice now that the guy you had been flirting with is long gone- moved on to someone else.

"Only if you let me buy you a drink back," you smile softly.

He immediately slides another handful of Units across the bar.

The bartender raises an eyebrow. "You already paid-"

Adam nods. "One for me as well," he says as he takes the seat beside you. You can't help but smile back.

3. "If I make out with you, will you pretend to be my boyfriend?"

w/c: 280

You're standing in line for boarding at a sketchy shuttle port on a backwater moon, dodging the attention of a very persistent ex who's just spotted you across the terminal.

"Crap. I told him I never wanted to see him again," you hiss under your breath as he waves from the other side of the checkpoint.

Adam looks between you and the guy. "Do you know him?"

"Ugh. Unfortunately." You glance around quickly, then turn to Adam. "Okay, I need a favor."

Adam perks up. "Of course."

"If I make out with you, will you pretend to be my boyfriend?"

He goes very still.

"You want to... create something with me?"

"What? No- make out. Like, kissing. A lot of it. Now."

He frowns. "I'm not quite sure I understand what's required of me, but- if it will help, yes."

You don't have time to explain. Your ex is coming closer. You grab Adam's face and press your mouth to his, and he makes the most surprised noise into your lips like you've just handed him a baby raccoon seeing his first spaceship.

But then-

He leans in, hands gently settling at your waist like he's afraid you might evaporate, and suddenly you're kissing Adam Warlock in a spaceport and he's very good at it for someone who doesn't even know what 'make out' means.

After a moment, he pulls back, blinking down at you. "So... this is pretending?"

"Yep," you say breathlessly, looking away to hide the flustered look on your face.

He pauses. "I don't think I liked that."

You stiffen. "Oh."

"I don't want it to be pretend," he clarifies, completely serious.

Oh.

And now you're the one who's afraid that you might evaporate.

3. "I was in love with you yesterday."

w/c: 320

You're brushing dust off your boots when Adam walks into the same room as you on the ship with his usual golden glow, fresh from some skirmish with the Guardians but not a scratch on him.

"Lookin' good, Warlock," you call, grinning.

He tilts his head. "I was wearing the same thing yesterday."

"Yeah, and I was in love with you yesterday, too. Consistency."

He stumbles over his next words. "You... were?"

You laugh, standing up and patting him on the shoulder. "Relax. I'm kidding. Kinda."

"Kinda?"

You shrug. "Look, I'd sell my soul to be like you."

Adam freezes. Like, full body stillness, eyes wide, soul leaving his own body kind of freeze.

"What?" he says, his voice in a whisper.

You pause, confused. "It's just a saying, Goldie."

"But why would you... give away something sacred? Something eternal? To be like me?"

You blink. "Because you're strong and nice and sweet and also ripped? I mean, come on."

He stares at you like you've just offered to hand him the sun.

"But your soul?" He says, completely shocked.

"Adam." You step closer. "It's not literal."

"Oh." He seems to process this for a moment, then. "Still. Don't say things like that. Not even as a joke."

You look at him softer. "Why not?"

"Because you don't have to give anything up. I'll always be with you. You don't have to trade your soul. I'd love you without you changing a thing. I already do."

Your heart skips like a scratched record. "You... do?"

He nods, eyes still wide and a little unsure. "I think so. And I don't want anything from you except you."

Your lips curve. "Well in that case, I'll keep my soul."

Adam smiles. "Good."

Then he adds, just a little shyly. "Though if you ever wanted to give me your heart, I would be honored."

You grin. "If that's allowed."

And just like that, you're ruined- in the best way.

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REMY!!! REMYYYYYY

"Beyond Misconceptions" is EXACTLY what I needed today oh my GOD my anxiety has been acting up and this was such a tonic 🥹

The fact that Joaquin is the kind of lover to truly and selflessly go "if you'd be better off with someone else, then I want that for you even though it would break my heart" but then he is so comforted I'M CRYING I LOVE THEIR DYNAMIC SO MUCH

Also, bc you said requests are open, if it's not too much to ask... could we maybe get something where Joaquin is very serious about reader and wants to introduce her to Sam and has a convo w Sam about how he feels? Idk if that's too sappy ofc you don't have to im just swooning thinking about it 👀 - ips anon

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about this: wc: 658, characters: joaquin torres, sam wilson (f!reader mentioned), contents: alcohol mention, canon typical injury, joaquin’s a simp, SAMBUCKY if you squint, an: hope u enjoy this my sweet love & as always thank you for your support! <3

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Joaquin stands up from his desk, walking across the room to plop down on Sam’s. “Hey, come get a drink with me.”

“Man, I’m going home. To bed. You see this?” Sam points to the sling his arm is in.

Joaquin raises a brow at him, “What if I add in pizza?”

“Dude—“

“I wanna tell you about my girl. Please?” He presses his palms together, pleading. 

“Oh now you wanna tell me about your girl? After I’ve got a couple of broken ribs?”

Joaquin tries to bite away his grin but can’t. “You getting the shit beat out of you kinda made me realize I want you to meet her.”

“Little shit— you’re getting me dessert too,” Sam grumbles, grabbing his bag and heading toward the door. 

“That late night cookie place is right across the street,” Joaquin calls after him.

—

Sam watches Joaquin fidget with a smirk on his face. He’s never really seen the man like this, he’s always overly confident. “So, you gonna stall until the food gets here to stall again or—“

Joaquin’s grip on his beer tightens as he gazes down into the amber liquid. “Nah, man. I just, I don’t know— I’ve never met anyone like her before.”

Sam sobers a little bit, realizing how serious Joaquin is. Sitting up, he leans in a little, curious.

“Tell me more.”

Joaquin takes a deep breath, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “It was kinda random, y’know? One of those things where you meet someone and think, this person might change my damn life.”

Sam raises a skeptical brow, waiting.

“I met her on a mission—nothing crazy, just some intel work. She clocked me right away, which should’ve been my first clue she was special.” Joaquin huffs a small laugh, shaking his head. 

“She’s got this way of looking at me, like she already knows what I’m gonna say before I say it. And she’s funny, man. Not just funny—sharp. Quick with it. Keeps me on my toes. But she’s also… sweet. Kind in a way that doesn’t ask for anything back. And when I’m with her, it’s like—” He stops, searching for the words.

Sam tilts his head. “Like what?”

Joaquin’s grip tightens on the beer again. “Like I don’t have to be anyone but me.”

Sam lets out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Joaquin laughs, feeling a little shy. “Yeah. Damn.”

“Can I see her?”

“Yeah, hold on,” Joaquin fishes out his wallet, pulling out the photo booth film strip he keeps there. 

Four photos, all of them where he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you— not when you were looking so angelic. Looking at the photo along with Sam makes him miss you more right now. 

“Oh, she’s got you wrapped around her finger.”

“I…I would do anything for her. I think anything, for real.”

“Would she do the same?”

“In a heartbeat.”

Sam nods, taking a pull of his beer. “And have you told her yet?”

“Told her what?”

��That you’re in love with her.”

Joaquin’s cheeks warm. He scratches at the back of his head with a sheepish smile. “Was hoping you could give me some pointers?”

Sam sighs. “Maybe I can finally give you some after this weekend.”

“Finally gonna tell him, huh?”

“Yeah, I think it’s about time. He’s got a weekend off appearances, we don’t have a mission. I don’t know,” Sam shrugs, letting his eyes drift to the mounted tv screen playing an old sports game. 

“It’ll be perfect man. Just be yourself.”

Sam scoffs playfully, his eyes returning to Joaquin. “How’d you end up giving me pointers?”

Joaquin shimmies his shoulders. “Must be the natural leader in me.”

“Yeah, yeah. So when am I meeting her?”

“I don’t know, let me pull up our calendar,” Joaquin starts to type in his password, scrolling through the date. 

“Our calendar? As in your shared calendar with her?”

“Fuck off.”

Sam can’t stop laughing. “I can’t wait to tell Buck.”

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Twice Interactive Story Part 19 Moonlight Sunrise(Jihyo, Feat. Dahyun)

Today is just a normal day, you go to work and give breakfast to Mina as usual.

After the work, you back home to have dinner with Dahyun and Jihyo before you go jogging.

'Y/N, why suddenly want to go jogging with me?' Jihyo asks you when you are walking to the park.

"It’s been a while, I thought it would be nice." I respond. " Or would you rather be doing something else?"

'It's been a long time, really. I haven't left your home since I moved in. I don't have the courage to leave your home, I am afraid Daniel will find where I am.' Jihyo sighs. 'If you not asking me to jog today, I don't know when I will step out of your home.'

"I'll be by your side if you ever want to go out Jihyo. That way you can still do all the things you want." As I finish stretching I ask if she's ready to start.

'Thanks, Y/N, I would love to, but... but you have your life too, I can't only go out when I am with you, I don't want to bother you.' Jihyo nods and start jogging with you.

'I remember you have talked about your friend with benefit, Momo, right? Is she working with Daniel?  Maybe we can get some update from her.'

"Yeah, I could always ask Momo for updates. But Jihyo, I really don't mind going out with you. I want you to be able to live your life, so anytime you want to do something just ask me and I'll go with you." I think for a second. "How about you and me go out to eat tomorrow or the day after."

'So, you are asking me on a date huh, Y/N?' Jihyo smirks. 'But how about Dahyun, we leave her at home alone?  Won't she suspect anything?'

"If you want to think of it as a date, you're more than welcome to. Dahyun won't suspect a thing she knows your situation, she'll understand." I respond.

'Thank you, Y/N. Maybe we should go out together on the weekend then, then I can spend longer time with you.'

'You know if you keep treating me this good, I will fall for you?' Jihyo rests herself on a bench and inviting you to sit with her.

I take a seat beside her, "I don't think I'm treating you all too well, just as a person. I'll be busy Saturday so we'll have to go out Sunday. is there any place you want to go in particular?"

'No idea yet, maybe just some casual walk in the town.' Jihyo rests her head on your shoulders. 'At least you are treating me like a human, right? Providing shelter for me, willing to listen to me.'

"Of course, if you ever need anything just tell me Jihyo." I take a deep breqth and look up to the sky. "A walk around town does sound kind of nice. It'll be fun for sure. Hey Jihyo, do you want to jog some more or should we head home?"

'I think I should leave some stamina for tonight, what do you think, Y/N?' Jihyo sits closer to you, and get up suddenly. 'Oh, sorry for making my sweat on you, I forgot it.'

"Well we'll be sweating on each other a lot tonight Jihyo, so I don't mind." I pull her down onto my lap and whisper into her ear, "I hope you're not too tired"

'Don't underestimate me, Y/N!' Jihyo smirks and starts grinding on your lap, soon your cock has become a bulge.

'Can't you just wait for a little bit longer? We just separated for one night. Or do you want me to finish you up here first?' Jihyo blows wind into your ear and keeps grinding you.

"Let's go home, I want to be the only one looking at you."

'Let's go then, let's back home, our home.' Jihyo smiles and kissed your cheek before she gets up from you.

'Do you sure you can wait until Dahyun sleep, or you wanna fuck me from the moment the door is opened.'

"We should wait until she's asleep, just know that you're in for a long night." I grab Jihyo's ass and give it a light spank. "We'll be doing it for a while."

Jihyo grabs your arm when you two walking back to home. 'If you can get Dahyun on bed earlier, we will have more time tonight. Perhaps you may join my bath too.'

When you two arrive, Dahyun is watching TV on the sofa, Jihyo excused herself for bathing, leaving you and Dahyun at the living room.

I ask Dahyun what she's watching and make conversations make with her.

'Just some comedy Oppa, will you watch with me?' Dahyun pats the sofa, and asks you to sit with her.

Once you sit down, she peeks to make sure Jihyo is still in the bathroom, then she cuddles with you.

I put my arm around her Dahyun and pat her head while the film plays. I look over occasionally to see if she's getting sleepy.

Dahyun seems to be more excited when cuddling with you, seems she is still far from sleepy. Only when Jihyo comes out of bathroom, Dahyun starts to move a little bit away from you.

'I'm finished, Y/N, it's your turn now.' Jihyo winks at you before she enter her room.

''Let's continue after you finish shower, Oppa.' Dahyun looks at you expectedly.

"Right, I'm going to be a while though. I worked up a sweat today." I then go to the bathroom and start to shower, taking my time inside and coming out about 30 minutes later.

When you finished your shower, Dahyun is still waiting for you, she is chatting with Chaeyoung on a phone call.

Dahyun waves hands at you, 'Oppa, I am talking with Chaeyoung, anything you want to say?'

"Just tell her I said Hi and ask when she's coming." I respond. "I'm going to make something to eat do you want anything Dahyun?"

'Chaeyoung said she would be coming at the weekend.' Dahyun comes into the kitchen and hugs you from the back. 'I want some pancake, Oppa. Do you need some help?'

"Just get the ingredients for me, I'm going to ask Jihyo if she wants anything." I leave Dahyun and walk to Jihyo's room. I turn the door knob and poke my head in asking if she wants anything to eat and that Dahyun isn't going to sleep anytime soon.

'Thanks, Y/N, but I am not hungry, don't wanna waste the effort on jogging.' Jihyo is laying on her bed and playing with her phone. 'Anything you want me to wear tonight? I will get changed when you are playing with Dahyun.'

"I don't want you to wear anything Jihyo, it would only get ruined." I say with a smile before going back to cook with Dahyun.

You get back to Kitchen and see Dahyun has prepared all the ingredients for you. 'Does Jihyo eooni need anything?' Dahyun says while helping you to wear the apron.

"No, she's fine. Let's just cooking Dubu." I have her help me cook that way we can finish faster.

You quickly cook some pancakes and ready to eat with Dahyun, she tastes a piece of it, 'Oppa, do u remember when we cooked together for Chaeyoung in the past? I miss those good old days.'

Dahyun seems to be sentimental tonight, and keep talking about the moments you two shared before. You looked at the clock, it's already midnight, if you wanna get some sleep after sex with Jihyo, you may need to get Dahyun to bed now.

"Yeah, I remember those days. Simpler days." After finishing the food quickly I say "It's getting to be pretty late Dahyun. We should go to sleep. You get to bed I'll clean up"

'OH, sorry Oppa, I forgot you need to work tomorrow, let me clean the dishes.' Dahyun says while pushing you to the bathroom. 'Remember to brush your teeth.'

When you come out of the bathroom, Dahyun has backed her room, instead, Jihyo is in the living room, only with another new set of sexy lingerie.

"I tried Jihyo. Is Dahyun sleeping?"

'Of course, otherwise how dare I only wearing lingerie here.' Jihyo stands up and walks towards you.

Her tits are bouncing following her every step, your eyes were attached to her breasts, and you swallowing your saliva when you look at her.

'Sorry for making you wait too long.' Jihyo caresses your neck to your chest.

My hands run down her back to her thighs. I lift Jihyo up and carry her to my room, "I'll make up for the wait Jihyo."

You throw Jihyo on the bed and lock the door. Jihyo adjust herself in a seductive position, 'Come Y/N, make the night worth. Let's see can you still go to work tomorrow.'

"I hope you can walk tomorrow Jihyo" I retort. I start kissing her neck, moving my way down while my hand goes toward her pussy.

Jihyo presses you harder and moans slightly as your caress, her hand goes down and starts stroking you. 'Oh, getting excited don't you?'

"Obviously," I kiss Jihyo and play with her tits with one hand while the other starts to finger her.

Jihyo is turned on by your kissing, you two exchange saliva and increase the pace of your hand.

'Ummm...' Jihyo comes first and moans in your mouth, she breaks the kiss and flips over. Her mouth is now in front of your cock. 'Ready, Y/N? It's going to be a sleepless night.'

I don't say a word instead I start to eat her out immediately.

'Ah, you horny boy!' Jihyo moans when you assault, and she returns by licking your cock. Jihyo licks it like a ice cream, cherishing every inch of it, wanting to it to melt in her mouth.

'I am thirsty, baby.' Jihyo sees the precum leaking from your tip, so she backs to your tip and starts tasting it. You want her to take it in, but she is just teasing you, her tongue dancing on your tip, your moan in her pussy makes Jihyo shivers. 'Yes, Y/N, just like this...'

I keep eating her out and start to finger her. I start thrusting my hip, wanting Jihyo to do more.

'Ah... yes... I know you want it in my mouth, but not now.' Jihyo knows what you want but she just keeps her moves. You finger her faster, wanting her to surrender.

'Ahh, so nice... But I can finish you off before I putting it in... Ahhh...' Jihyo stops her mouth and just use her hands to stroke you, you are frustrated so you thrust your hips faster, hoping to get more pleasure.

Suddenly you feel something warm running on your balls, it's Jihyo's tongue, she is now licking your balls, this sudden pleasure makes you wanna cum. 'Fuck... Jihyo!'

I hold on as continue licking her clit while fingering her. My other hand starts teasing her asshole going around the edge.

'Shit, not there Y/N, Ahhh..' You feel Jihyo's ass is sucking your finger in and her ass become tighter, soon you feel her cum again but she didn't stops her stroke and continues to milk you.

You two both continue your work, and help each other to extend their orgasm. Jihyo only stops when she feels she has drained you. Jihyo turns back to face you, you can see her face is covered by your cum, 'Such a nice shot isn’t, Y/N?'

"You look great Jihyo. Let's continue." I position myself behind her and rub my cock against her lips to tease Jihyo. "Tell me how much you want it, Jihyo."

'You will know how much I want when you put it in, my pussy is ready for you.' Jihyo starts to breathe heavier due to your tease, she grabs your hands to cup her breast. 'Or what kinks you would like me to do, Y/N.'

I slam my cock into Jihyo. "I don't care about that right now Jihyo. I just want you." I start thrusting while playing with her breasts.

'OH yes, just like this, I love your cock so much... Ahh...' Jihyo moans instantly after you put it in, her pussy is fully prepared for you as she just said, so wet from the teasing, you can easily thrust all in with the help of lubrication.

Jihyo bends down her body and kneels on the bed, allowing you to fuck her at a better angle. 'Y/N, do you like to fuck me? Huh?'

I lean my body against hers, whispering into her ear "I love fucking you Jihyo. I love your body, it's all for me isn't it Jihyo?" I grab her tits and knead them waiting for her response as I continue thrusting.

'Ah, yesss... Only you can fuck me... not even my husband, that bustard can't even hold on for 30 seconds... You teach me about the pleasure of sex, Y/N.' Jihyo's body bends lower as you thrust harder.

'All the men Staring at my tits on the street, but only you can get them in hands, only you can fuck me. Ah... Faster, Y/N!'

I thrust quicker giving Jihyo quick and hard thrusts. "That’s right you're all mine Jihyo. I'll make sure you get to feel all the pleasure you could ever want." I begin pinching her nipples and pulling them slightly.

'Ahhhhhhh... Y/N!' Jihyo's pussy becomes much tighter and it's harder for you to thrust in, Jihyo is on the edge of reaching her orgasm. 'Please let me cum, Y/N! Faster, please!'

Jihyo could not resists anymore, she even bury her head in the sheets, just want to raise her ass higher for you.

I go even faster and start spanking Jihyo "Cum for me Jihyo!" I moan I drive her further into the bed with every thrust.

'Ohh! Ohh!' Jihyo moans like she is crying when she reaches her orgasm, her pussy wrapping you tightly and massaging your cock, the suction in her pussy makes you wanna cum. 'I'm cumming, Jihyo. Take it for me!'

Feeling your cock pulsing in her, Jihyo starts to move again. 'I'm not safe today, pull out Y/N!' But it's too late, the pleasure has taken over your mind and you are going to cum.

I impale Jihyo with my cock and fill her to the brim with my cum. I only pull out afterwards and apologize to Jihyo.

You rest on her and let her pussy milk you, until your orgasm is over. You slowly pull out and help her to lay on the bed. The mixture of the juice are dripping down from her pussy, it makes you hard again.

You hug Jihyo in your arms and kiss her forehead, 'Sorry, Jihyo, your pussy is feeling so good that I cannot resist.' 'Your cum feels so good in me too... Is it too risky so you cum that much in me.' Jihyo get some juice from pussy and start licking it.

'Do you have any condoms? Or you will pull out for the next round? I can feel it you are ready.' Jihyo slowly stroking you again.

"I'll get a condom" I'll put on a condom and get then ready myself for another round.

'Can't resist to cum in me huh? Even in a plastic bag?' Jihyo smirks can help you to put on the condom.

'I'll take the lead for this round for your punishment, ok?' Jihyo rides on you and aligns your cock with her pussy, waiting for your answer.

"That's fine with me," I start playing with her tits while she rides me.

Jihyo does not hesitate and directly sits on you, until you reach her deepest part. 'Oh, Y/N. so deep... You reach my womb... Your sperm is going inside.'

Jihyo rides you furiously and is not willing to stop, she moans louder whenever you play her nipples. ''Suck my tits, Y/N, show me your love to my big breast huh.'

I play with one of her nipples while sucking on the other. I switch every so often making sure to give them both proper attention.

'OH, so fair aren't you Y/N?' Jihyo laughs at your move and grinds you much faster, you moan due to the increasing pleasure.

'Cum if you want, you have condom now, no worry.' Jihyo says while hold your head to her chest, forcing you to suck it.

"I know," I start thrusting my hips up to meet Jihyo's descent. I lightly bite her nipples "you can cum anytime too you know."

'Ah... Kiss me Y/N, I am cumming.' Jihyo moans when you bite her, and she holds your head to kiss you.

You can feel her juice splash all over your cock, but maybe as you are using condom, you are not as sensitive as usual, you are still far from orgasm.

'You are so strong, Y/N. I feel so good, are you going to cum?'

"Not yet Jihyo, let me take it from here." I roll us over and continue thrusting.

'Ahh... yes! Y/N, I'm all yours, just do what you want.' Jihyo thrust her hips to suit your rhythm, want to let you cum too.

You lick her tits and thrust harder, chasing your orgasm. Jihyo crosses her legs on your back and tenses her pussy, increasing the friction of your thrusting. 'Oh, yes... Y/N, if you can't cum, ah... Remove the condom, just remember to pull out.'

I kiss Jihyo, "I don't want to pull out, I'll keep the condom on" I tell her while I go faster. I plant kisses on Jihyo's tits before kissing her.

Jihyo grabs your hair to kiss you, she is approaching another wave of orgasm, her walls pressing your cock, legs pushing your back, forcing you to go deeper. You finally feels you are going to cum.

Jihyo feels it too, 'Yes, I know you wanna cum for a long time, now give it to me.' Then Jihyo starts kisses you again.

I continue thrusting into Jihyo, I kiss her while my hands run down her body to her waist. I hold her in place while I ram my cock into her womb.

'Ah....' You cum in Jihyo when you reach the entrance of her womb. Her pussy press you tightly, make sure to milk you. You just lay on her body to get some rest.

Jihyo pushes you away after you have recovered, she slowly removes the condom and play with the cum inside, 'Still a lot in the second round.' Jihyo starts cleaning your shaft, 'I wish it was in my body rather than the plastic bag, it feels so much better when it's in me. Sorry I ruin the night.' Jihyo gently kisses your tip.

"I still had lots of fun Jihyo. We should throw that away somewhere Dahyun won't find it. If she does she'll suspect something."

'Isn't the rubbish bin of your room already a safe place, I don't think she will come in. But why don't we enjoy the moment first.' Jihyo start swallowing your whole dick.

'I know you can still go further, right? You wanna fuck my tits or pussy again?'

"I want to cum inside you but I don't want to wear another condom. How about we try your juicy ass?"

'Then just cum in my pussy, you already try one time tonight, sorry I panicked for the moment, it is meaningless for you to use the condom afterward.'

Jihyo starts licking your shaft again. 'Just cum as much as you can in my womb, maybe we can get Daniel to raise our kids right?'

I laugh a little hearing that "I'll fill you up Jihyo, but I'll take responsibility for my actions" I say as I pounce on her, putting us in the missionary position.

'Always turned on by having a baby with me huh?' Jihyo smirks and waits for your to thrust in.

'If I am pregnant, I won't divorce Daniel, I don't wanna affect your future by just the pleasure you are chasing now. I will let Daniel raise him but he will only call you dad. Now fill me first, Y/N.' Jihyo kisses your lips and thrusts her hips.

I bury my cock inside Jihyo and thrust wildly. My hands grips her thighs, squeezing them roughly as I pound away at her.

Jihyo plays with her tits while you are focusing on the thrusting. 'Oh, Y/N, you never make me disappointed.'

Jihyo moans louder as you thrust in, you don't know will Dahyun hear it, so you kiss her and prevent her to make more noise. 'No... Let me moan, I moan louder because you make me feel so good.' Jihyo breaks the kiss.

"Sorry but we have to be quiet" I kiss her again as I pound her body.

Jihyo stop to resist and make out with you. She grabs your ass and pushes you to thrust faster. Jihyo's pussy well wrapping you again, you feel both of you are going to reach your orgasm.

'Y/N, let's cum together, I want you to look at me when you cum.' Jihyo breaks the kiss and moans again.

"Of course, Jihyo," I keep thrusting, and when I feel my orgasm coming I put my forehead to hers and stare into her eyes. "Jihyo, I'm going to cum."

Jihyo nods and uses her legs to press you into her deepest part, her juice splash all over your cock when she cums, the suction of her womb makes you plant all your cum in her.

You two just hug together, enjoy the post orgasm.

I kiss Jihyo, while holding onto her hips. After a time I pull out of Jihyo.

You slowly put out, and your cum keeps dripping from Jihyo's pussy. 'You are such a cum machine huh?' Jihyo smirks while massaging your ball.

Jihyo bends down to clean your shaft, you look out the window, the sun is peeking out already, ' Times goes fast, right? How long did we take from our first meet to we fuck each together.'

"Not long at all." I let Jihyo finish before telling her to hurry to her room before Mina gets here.

'Last time still want me to stay, and now already wanting me to leave huh?' Jihyo smirks.

'The sun is just starting to go up, still got hours before Mina comes, let me rest a while first.' Jihyo sleeps on your bed, still naked.

I get behind Jihyo, "So what makes you want to stay this time?"

'Does it matter?' Jihyo says without opening her eye and pats the bed, signaling you to sleep next to her.

'Or you have something that you would like to hear me say?'

"Lots of things." I tease. "It doesn't matter I was just curious."

You hug Jihyo and try to get some sleep before work.

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

aaron hotchner x jacks nanny/babysitter

she’s got a crazy ex that stalked and threatened her so she moved far away to live a simple, under the radar life and started working for hotch. he knows her situation and does his best to look out for her, maybe she’s like a live in nanny ? neither of them is bold enough to make a move first until her ex finds her and hotch and the team race to save her. ends with love confessions and all the sappy stuff

could be a one shot or a short lil series i’m sure whatever you write will be amazing !

ೇ the do-over ― aaron hotchner .ᐟ

pairing .ᐟ aaron hotchner x plus size babysitter!reader

summary | your new life as a live-in nanny was wonderful, and with your dark past behind you, there was nothing that could ruin this. but as they say, what goes around comes around.

warnings | heavily detailed violence BEWARE, surprisingly light angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, physical hurt/comfort, mutual pining, abusive ex's :[, guns, and a horribly written action/fight scene (forgive me).

wordcount | 1965

۶ৎ a/n .ᐟ | okay this is a heavy fic so beware once more, but aside from that this takes a fully turn! i don't really have anything else to say besides enjoy!

— links .ᐟ masterlist | ao3

“Backpack? Check. Lunchbox? Check. Shoes are tied? Check.” 

You placed your hands on your hips triumphantly, a proud smile on your face as you examined the little boy. 

Being a live-in nanny came with being organizational and making sure that Jack was ready for school everyday without fail.

It wasn’t like Aaron was super strict on you; he understands when you have your days where things are a bit out of place, but honestly it was a personal preference, and totally not because you have a big fat crush on the FBI agent.

You had been very skeptical about your babysitting position at first because of your ex who was absolutely bat shit crazy.

It was a situation you had barely escaped from, and it had taken almost everything in you to get where you were now, so you were a little afraid of men in general. But Aaron was kind, and welcoming, and fatherly, someone that you felt safe with.

And then, you fell in love.

It had scared the shit out of you of course, but now it was a feeling that you welcomed with open arms, even if you couldn’t act on it. 

Your phone began to ring as you searched for the car keys, the contact name read ‘Aaron <3’.

“Morning!” You greeted with a smile as you picked up. “Good morning. How are you guys?” The older man asked.

“We're doing just fine, as always,” You successfully found the keys.

“How are things?” You knew better than to ask how he was, because if you had the kind of job that he did, there was no way you could answer positively. 

“We pretty much have everything we need, so we’ll probably be able to wrap this case up early.” 

“Oh Aaron, that's great!” You cheer happily and make your way back to where Jack was waiting for you. “You ready to go, little man?” Jack looks up at you from his toys. “Is that daddy on the phone?”

“Yeah buddy, you wanna say hi?” 

“Yes!” Jack’s answer was full of excitement, and you can’t help but smile. “As much as I enjoy talking to you, it looks like I’m handing you over.” You swear you could hear Aaron chuckle.

Yeah, this was a life that you could get used to.

Having the house to yourself was weird.

With Jack away at his aunt’s for the weekend, it was strangely quiet due to the emptiness of the child’s presence. You suppose you’re grateful for the break even though taking care of Jack really isn’t as tiring as one might think. 

Despite Aaron rarely being home, he’s managed to raise the boy well when he could, and it’s honestly very admirable. It’s one of the many things that made you fall in love with him. You gaze down into the wine glass at the thought, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Ugh, why does love make you such a loser?

Your bashful train of thought was stopped by a suspicious thump coming from the back of the house. Your smile dropped and a feeling of anxiety and worry twisted in your gut as you grabbed your phone that was lying on the kitchen counter.

You’re quick to dial Aaron’s number and your fingernail finds itself in your mouth as you chew on it anxiously. It’s an old habit, one that you had picked up back in your old relationship.

“Hello?” Rasped Aaron. 

You knew he had just recently flown in from wherever he was because you could hear the foot traffic of everyone grabbing their luggage from the plane’s storage.

“Hey,” Your greeting was nervous and it was something that Aaron easily picked up on. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” He asks with a furrowed brow. “Yeah, just um - I’m just hearing some weird things so I just wanted to know when you think you might be getting home.”

I miss you.

“Honey what type of weird things?” Before you were able to answer, there was a loud crashing sound.

You instantly dropped to the floor to hide behind the counter; you cradled the phone to your ear, “Okay uh - change of claim,” You attempted to joke. “Someone is most definitely in the house.”

Aaron tries not to panic at the way his insides turn cold, “You remember what to do, right?” He asks with a hardened voice. You gulp, stretching slightly to peer over the marble. You stare out into the darkness and a frightened shiver shoots up your spine. 

“Get to your room and enter the safe.” You reiterated what he had told you almost a year ago when you had first moved in. You’ve never shot a gun before but tonight might be the night where you learn how too.

“That’s right, and do you remember the code?” 

As you went to answer him, you were snatched up by your hair and a scream rang out and into the phone. Even though you weren’t on speaker the others that were currently standing outside with Aaron could hear it.

Aaron desperately calls out your name, and with your silence he takes off without any explanation, but his team knows to follow close behind.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing since you tried to leave me?!”

You cried out as another blow was delivered to your gut but a heavy boot. Your lungs burned and there were tears streaming down your face. He had pulled you so hard over the counter that it made your scalp burn, a blistering headache beginning to form at the base of your skull.

“Fuck you!” You spat as you attempted to prop yourself up on your elbows. 

There was a fine line between anger and fear, and this was one of those moments where they blend together. If you ended up dying tonight, at least you didn’t go down in vain.

This time he punched you in the face before snatching you up by your arms. There was a metallic taste in your mouth, a bruise already developing near your eye. “Why’d you leave me, huh?! We had a good thing going and you just… you just ruined it!”

“I didn’t ruin shit asshole!” You screamed and pushed at him but it was no use. “We were gonna get married but you… but you wanted to play house with an old man, really?!”

“You’ve been watching me.” You said in disbelief. It made your stomach twist in nausea and horror at the thought of him watching Jack, what he could’ve done to him. You had actively put the man you loved kid in danger and it devastated you.

“I had no choice!”

“You’re fucking crazy!”

“Put your hands where I can see them.” Aaron’s voice rang out throughout the house.

Before you knew it you were spun around with a gun to your head, his arm locked against your neck, faintly strangling you.

“Aaron!” You called out in relief, but it turned into a grunt as you tugged further into your ex’s chest.

Aaron’s gun was raised steadily, his eyes focused on your attacker, but he doesn’t hesitate to cast you a reassuring look. When he sees your bloody and bruised face his jaw tightens, the vein in his neck popping and visible through his skin.

“Boyfriend to the rescue, huh?” Your ex sneers into your cheek. You shudder. 

“Put the gun down.” Aaron continues to coax, and out the corner of your eye you can see Morgan approaching through the darkness. 

“Why do you want to save this slut? Don’t tell me you’ve already -” A shot rings out into the fair followed by a scream of pain.

Your ex collapses to the ground, cradling the gunshot wound in his knee as blood spills through his fingers. Aaron was the one that pulled the trigger and Morgan is already in the kitchen by the time he’s tugging you away and into his arms.

“Oh God.” You finally cried. “You came, you came…” His arms are wound tightly around you, purposefully tucking your face into his chest. “I’m here, I’m here.” He shushes and rocks you side to side in order to try and lull you.

Aaron – softly – orders you to sit down while he cleans up the blood when the rest of the team has already left.

You can’t help but watch him from where you’re sitting on the couch with his sleeves of his white button up rolled up and his hands gloved. “I’m sorry.” You decide to say, because you really were. “I’m sorry for everything.” There was so much more you wanted to say, but you felt your throat tighten with unshed tears.

“No, don’t apologize.” He says softly, abandoning the rag that he was using to scrub up said blood. “No Aaron you don’t understand. I put you and Jack in danger because of my bullshit and I thought that I had put it all behind me and I don’t -” 

“Stop.” It’s a bit firmer this time. “I knew exactly what I was getting myself into when I offered you to live with me and my son. Nothing that has occurred tonight has swayed my trust or opinion about you, you know that, right?”

“Right.” His hand holds your cheek and strokes the soft skin of it. “Good.”

Your eyes flicker down to his lips before peering back into his eyes, “If I asked you to kiss me, would you?”

“I’m not sure.”

“I promise this isn’t like a trauma bond thing. I’ve liked you for as long as I’ve worked for you and I didn’t want to tell you because I have nowhere else to go if you say no. Plus,” You sigh, “I just don’t want to make things difficult or uncomfortable for you.”

“You could never do that, feelings reciprocated or not.” He reassures.

“Well are they?”

He grins at your question, “I’d be an idiot not to feel the same way.” You laugh and he leans forward to join your lips together.

A warm feeling spreads in your gut and you knew that this is what love was supposed to feel like.

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[cherie-doll]

COD Men; including Nikto headcanon reaction. Of their wife using corporal punishment on their kids; ie, using a belt, slipper or even a coat hanger on the kids. Because it was ‘used on me and I turned out fine’ mentality.

lol this brought back memories

ᡴ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

He'd prefer if you didn't use any physical force, ofc tho he understands why you do it sometimes

However he can't help but feel bad because even if he isn't the one spanking the kid with a belt, he sees them crying and comforts them afterwards because he doesn't dare intrude in the moment

Even when he tries to use his role of captain you shoot him a look saying that just because he has authority out there with other people he certainly needs to know his place as a father here

Shoots a remorseful look to his kid and leaves but at least he knows where to go to afterwards to find him

Ghost

Absolutely hates you for pinching your kid awake at the family function, and he thinks you're the one overreacting

You did the minimal thing in the moment but here Simon is acting as if you were being an abusive parents already, you try and tell him it's nothing but he's not having any of it

Honestly it's kind of endearing watching him get so protective of his kids like that

Soap

He thinks sometimes you get too ahead of yourself when you're scolding the kids but he won't hesitate to step in when it comes to physical punishment

Tries to reason with you on why it's okay to give them a pass, just this time alright? You hate how easily you give in

Gaz

The one time he found his little girl crying silently in bed after you had sent her to sleep was enough for him to gather her in his arms and literally beg you to not do it again

"She gets so scared" he pleads because he doesn't like seeing her cry which sort of irks you because you don't know how else to discipline them

He doesn't like it, doesn't care if it was used on him when he was a kid or on you but he certainly doesn't want to continue it

Roach

Even he flinches when you raise your voice indicating you've reached your limit and are about to spank the kid, you don't even need a belt or slipper, you use your bare hand

When he nervously asks why he does it you just shrug and say that's how your mother disciplined you and it worked so

"Can you... not do that?" because he doesn't wanna risk stepping in himself

Alejandro

It might be normal to him, it's not unusual to be yelled at or hit on the daily because that's how he grew up, if anything he might even say when a kid needs it

To a certain extent of course, he will interfere if he thinks the punishment has had its effect on the child

But don't ever ask him to do it, especially not when your kids were very small, but he had no problem doing it when they were teenagers

Rudy

Don't ever even ask him to lay a hand on his babies and can't stand to see you do it either, no matter how many times you've explained to him why it's sometimes needed he doesn't like it

When you want to try he'll instead take the kids aside and prefer to speak to them, they should be old enough to understand

And it surprisingly works, they come back apologizing to you for making you angry and Rudy will just come and squeeze your shoulders saying "See? They're not bad kids"

Phillip Graves

He knows that when you use physical force for punishment it's not for just any reason, he's learned it that way because his own mother was like that

She'd give warnings and stern looks until her patience was thin and was reaching for his father's belt

He did have a serious talk with you once when he thought you started spanking them too young, like as toddlers because they didn't know what they were doing yet

Makarov

Either really on board or is prohibiting you from doing it ever again, like who cares if his kids run a little rampant? Who's gonna be the fool to try and stop them when Makarov is their father

On the other hand he's sending warning glances to his kids that your temper will be rising the more they act up so it's best they listen and sit still

Keegan

He really was about to go and ask if you were crazy but then he saw you deliver a single slap to your kid for speaking disrespectfully and he turned right around only giving the kid a "you're on your own" look and a shrug

When the kid asked him why only you hit him and Keegan doesn't he shrugged and said that's how you were raised

They both hide when you find a mess and are trying to find the culprit

König

Sometimes he's not there when you punish the kids but when he comes home and goes into their rooms only to find them playing on the floor quietly he asks them what's wrong

They'll softly whisper into his ear that you only just gave them a spanking and he's cradling them in his arms and hugging them, promising he'll talk to you so you're not as "harsh" on them

Horangi

He sometimes plays favorites with his children without even realizing it, like he won't do anything if the boys get in trouble and you have to spank them

Oh, but if it's one of his girls he's defending them, there's a reason they run to him first when they do something they know is wrong

Nikto

Despite how he was raised he for some reason doesn't like it when you punish your kids, he gets all serious and doesn't speak to you for a while until the anger wears off

Instead of hitting them with a coat hanger like you do he prefers if you pull at their ears instead and let them off with a warning, it's the least you could do

[noveauskull]

hi there! hope you're doing well :D

i wanna know: how would jiyan, calcharo, and mortefi would react when they notice their s/o is very obviously horny, but they're either ignoring it by doing a hobby or they just cling to their boyfriend and make no further attempt b/c they're so embarrassed to ask

WUWA Men When You Feel Horny But You Won't Tell Them (NSFW)

(Jiyan, Calcharo & Mortefi ver.)

characters: jiyan, calcharo, mortefi x reader

warnings: 18+, smut, f! reader, kissing, fingering, teasing, penetration (piv), brief mentions only

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JIYAN:

He usually is pretty sharp, but he doesn't feel the need to be strict around you so at first he doesn't notice

But by time he starts seeing how your ears turn red and how you cling onto him more than usual

The little hesitant touches you do on him made him confused at first

He even asked you if you were feeling ill, and that made you more embarassed

But don't worry, he'll find out eventually

He finds it cute that you're trying so hard to ignore your own wants just so you could give him space

Or force him to make the first move

Either way, he got the message, and he'll definitely pick you up from the sofa while you're on your phone reading smut

Just to press your body onto the mattress of the bed and pepper your body with kisses to fuel your arousal and his

He'll continue to satisfy you until you tell him to stop, but he'll also request you to help him in draining his own horniness

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MORTEFI:

At first he was too busy with work to notice, but when he does notice he couldn't stop smiling to himself

He's lowkey sadistic for this, but he will continue to observe you trying hard to hold yourself back

He's even surprised that you were able to hold back for this long, he's beginning to even feel sorry for you

So in return for your hardwork, he'll give in to your efforts, and peel you away from clinging onto his arm to kissing your neck

He'll even be so kind to rub his fingers onto your clothed pussy all while having you pressed onto the wall

When he suddenly stops though, it'll leave you whining for more

And he knows this, so he tells you in a sweet voice that he wants to continue where he left things off on the bed

Now you can lay back and let him continue playing with your pussy (fingers or tongue) until you cum

If you want more, he'll happily give it to you

All you need to do was ask

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CALCHARO:

He's super dense when it comes to things like this

But he doesn't mistake that look of yours for anything else

You aren't even making eye contact with him, all you're doing was going on your phone and he can tell you're pent up

He thinks you'll ask him for help, but you never did, and that confused him for a bit

Then he realises that you were just being shy, and he thinks you're stupid for that (in a cute way)

He'll walk up to you and get on his knees while you're laid on the couch, catching you off guard before he's pulling down your pants to reveal your bare wet pussy

"How long are you planning to keep this to yourself?"

And off he goes to embarrass you and satisfy you all at once

He'll say the words "All you had to do was ask" while fucking your pussy real deep to the point you're drooling

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A/N:

this was so cute to write ab 😋😋 ty for the request!!

[daenysx]

I seriously love the vibes of all your sleepovers. Can I ask for modern!au where James Potter babies and comforts reader when she’s having a hard time? If not totally understand <3

James has big hands. Big, not so soft because the air is dry and he neglects applying hand cream, but always gentle. He's really good at putting on the right amount of pressure as he rubs wide circles on your back. You kind of want to melt here and never deal with anything else.

It's a bad day. More like a bad week. You can find reasons or maybe excuses if you try hard enough, but you don't want to. You feel beyond overwhelmed, so emotional but also so empty. Something disturbs your stomach, your legs get numb if you don't stretch them enough. Your body doesn't feel like it's yours and- that's too annoying to be true.

James is here. He always is. His fingers press on the tight spots on your back and you try to relax. It works, mostly. It works better when he kisses you.

"Can I get a kiss?" you ask him with a low voice. You know he tries to be cautious, not overbearing, just here for you. You don't mind asking for things.

"Of course," he says, cupping your cheek to get you closer. "You can have as many kisses as you want."

This is a good promise. You feel better, focusing on James' lips and controlling your breathing. His thumb gently circles on the skin of your neck, you sigh softly. He takes his time, cuddling up and holding you in his lap. A hand goes on your thigh to stroke the tight muscle.

"I feel better," you tell him. He never asks verbally, but you know he likes it when you let him know. Your fingers linger on his cheeks, he smiles broadly, the kind of sunshiny one you love seeing so much.

"Happy to hear that, angel girl," he kisses your neck sweetly. "Are you hungry? Maybe we can order something, Sirius was talking about a new place."

You shake your head. "Can we decide later?" Suddenly making the simplest decisions is hard.

"Sure," he agrees. "You know, actually I changed the coffee brand we always get. Do you wanna try it?"

"Hmm," it sounds good, you just don't think you can leave the bed.

"I can just make it really quick."

"I'm gonna come with you to kitchen," you tell him. "Just- 5 minutes later."

He laughs, and it's bright. He's so strong as he pulls you to his chest, hugging you so tight. "My sweetheart, did I tell you how much I love you today? You smell so good, I wish we could just stay like this forever."

"I love you." you say with your softest voice.

"I love you, I love you so much," he kisses his way on your neck, holding you in his lap so tight. "My sweetest angel, I love you so much."

You laugh, smiling so big as he kisses you again and again. He keeps holding you until you're ready to go to kitchen, you're on clouds, being in love with him feels so safe- you like being in his arms. You like being kissed so sweetly. You like how you can stop thinking, he's here and he thinks of everything when you can't.

starry girl sleepover ☆

[ckret2]

Apologies if this has been asked before, but I'm working on an AU where Bill gets to go to the equivalent of Xavier's school for gifted children, and thus doesn't destroy an entire dimension in a desperate bid for validation. That of course begs the question, how much of Bill's personality is due to his upbringing, and how much is the trauma of the Massacre and beyond?

I typed a whole reply and then the browser crashed so, my apologies, instead of getting a thoughtful in-depth reply on each bullet point, you're getting the brusque bullet points with minimal elaboration (except for the last few points that I got a screenshot of before they crashed) because I don't wanna type all the detail again

But, here's a (less detailed) list of all the things we KNOW FOR A FACT are true about Bill and his personality as a child:

kids chanted "Cipher, Cipher, he's insane, starting fires with his brain" at him. so he couldn't (or wouldn't) hide his abilities; and he was likely weird or demonstrated behavioral problems that other kids called "insane"

he wanted the crusts cut off his sandwiches

he called his mom to let her know he was coming home from school

his parents say he called shoelaces "fascist" and didn't use them until he was 16

(So his parents lived until he was 16, at least)

He says: "Where I come from, everyone just followed whatever meaning was handed down to them, like ants blindly scrambling over each other's corpses for sugar. I learned from an early age that if I was going to make anything of myself, I was going to need to figure out my own meaning."

he says NOW that his family tried to snuff out his talents; so he probably felt the same way as a kid

as a small child he hated taking medicine (or at least if it was blinding him)

he could be bribed into taking meds with silly straws

Even though silly straws were connected to medical trauma, he still loves them now

The silly straw page says if you kill someone with one it becomes a serious straw; also on that spread a code says he's "bent out of shape" after his family's killed. It's possible these are supposed to be connected, and we're meant to believe he killed his family BEFORE the massacre, with a silly straw. But we can't say that for a fact; it's equally possible "the kill" meant the massacre and the serious straw joke is unrelated

the whole "the mayor declared me the best baby and handed out free knives" thing. It could be a total lie; I personally tend to assume it's a twisting of the truth, suggesting that bill was adored as a small child-either in spite of his strangeness, or before his strangeness manifested.

Even though it was "illegal" to talk about the third dimension, he did it (or tried to do it). So he was a rulebreaker already. (Either that, or it's a thing like Flatland where technically no one knew it wasn't allowed because no one knew it was a THING, until they learned too much and got tossed in jail. We have no way to know.)

That's all we know about what he was like and what he did as a kid.

It tells us very little about his childhood personality. The possibilities run the gamut from "sweet quiet kid bullied for being weird" to "teenage serial killer."

Everything else? WE DON'T KNOW whether he developed those traits as a kid or after the massacre. All we know is that he had to be the kind of person who would do the kind of thing that would end his universe. (But that can vary a LOT depending on how you assume his universe ended, how hard it was, and whether he could've known that would happen.)

I personally headcanon that by the time he was a teen, he was already alienated, resentful, and combative, and willing to manipulate people; and that it was because he had those traits that he was willing to do a fucked up thing that ended his universe.

[webslingingslasher]

ok but he’s so lame bc why NOT just the tip

her gorilla grip coochie isn’t gonna vacuum suck his dick all the way in 😭😭😭😭😭

(it might)

but like.... if he did one night? i mean, after you've done everything but that and you're a little extra pleading and... *nsfw content!*

'just the tip.'

'no.'

'c'mon, peter. sex is next so think of this as a... i don't know, a baby step! yeah, this is educational if you think about it, just another way of preparing me for the next thing!'

peter's looking over your face, he always thought it was a joke but you've thought it out. peter sees a lightbulb appear over your head.

'plus i'm all primed, if you know what i mean... i mean how you just ate me out, so i'm all wet and there's less risk of it h-'

'i know what you mean.' you grin, it was peter's turn next anyways, why not throw this into the mix first? 'cool. it's just the tip, it probably won't feel like anything, anyways.'

'thanks, cherry. that's very kind of you.' you wince, 'sorry. obviously i'm gonna feel something but it won't be like i'm being split in half. unless-'

'you're serious.' you actually want him to do it. you furrow your eyebrows, isn't it obvious? 'well, yeah.'

'i always thought you were joking, but no, you're serious.'

you shift around and tug peter's blanket down, you spread wide for him. 'so serious.' he's hesitant, you lightly kick him and lower your voice.

'don't you wanna be in me?' peter's throbbing, he's just a man at heart, he can only be so good and he's been very good up until now, he's allowed this.

'so bad.' you have no idea how long he's been waiting for this. no idea. 'then come here and give me the tip.' you make grabby hands, your heart's drumming hard, you're about to get what you want.

you almost scream out in excitement when he settles between your legs, lifting your hips to have your thighs rest on his. shifting, he's almost where you want him, you're held down with his hand on your tummy, you're gripping around nothing.

'i need a condom.' peter leans over you, you pull his arm down. 'no you don't, it's just the tip.'

'that's not how it works.'

you shake your head, 'i'm on birth control. i have been for years, it helps with my period.' peter's never done anything without a barrier, he's unsure but you know how to talk him into it.

'i just wanna feel you, don't i deserve the real thing?' if it was anyone else peter would be backing out calling for a baby trap, but with you he just falls in and can't think straight.

'you can have anything you want.' you can, peter wants to do nothing but make you happy. he loves when you're happy because you got your way.

'yeah?' your pupils are blown wide, you reach for him, begging for him to come just a little closer. 'wanna give me what i want?' peter's hot, he's about to start sweating and he hasn't done anything but rest your thighs on his and contain himself.

you hold your breath in anticipation. peter grips the headboard with his left hand as support, his right hand goes down, you startle when you feel... something collecting your slick.

his tip brushes over your clit, you bite down on your bottom lip. you can't stop from squeaking when a string of spit falls from peter's mouth, watching him softly jerk himself for a moment before lining up. it's filthy. you want all of him.

'we're not having sex.' you're not sure if peter was setting the rule for you or him, it doesn't matter, you agree with him. 'it's just the tip. that's it.'

peter nods once, 'just the tip.' his hips move, your hand slams down, you're searching for his. 'hold my hand, hold my hand, hold my-' peter has to switch, his left has control and his right has yours.

they're intertwined, it's less scary now. 'okay, i'm ready.' your lower stomach tightens and relaxes, your hips move with his, you feel him press in closer and closer and closer- your hand squeezes his- peter's back to holding the headboard.

you gasp loudly at the pressure, you melt into his sheets and throw your head back. unexpected reaction, you laugh lightly, not because it's funny, because 'it feels so fucking good.'

peter's fingers go white around the wood, he's using every single atom in his body to show restraint. the hand you're not holding his with, pulls at his waist.

'give me more.' peter feels the board bending under his grip, he's better than his, this wasn't how it was supposed to go, this wasn't how you were supposed to lose your virginity.

'it's like you're teasing me.' peter speaks through gritted teeth, all his focus was on not doing what you were asking. 'yeah, honey, that's the problem with just the tip, it's never just the tip.'

'mhm. i feel so full, oh my god.'

peter breaks his headboard.

half is ripped from the other, you go from pleasure to shock, you push at his chest while trying to sit up, pulling away from him entirely. 'oh my god! oh my god, what the fuck!'

dust floats over you, you cover your head, you're trying to figure out what happened. was it a bomb? and earthquake? an exploding manhole?

'peter, what the fuck was that? what happened?'

you. you happened. with the words and the noises and the begging and he couldn't fucking hold back anymore. his headboard paid the price, he can't believe what he just did.

'i don't... i don't know. i was just holding on and...' how is he supposed to explain this one? 'well, obviously it was a defective one! oh my god, are you okay?' you rip your arms away from your head, you sit up and stare at him.

'am i okay?' peter nods fast, his thumbs brush under your eyes, 'you're okay. i'm okay. we're okay.' you rest your hands over his, you stare at the half crumpled wood on the floor. you've held onto it many times, it was sturdy. you're questioning your theory.

'how the hell did that happen? it looks like you fucking ripped it apart!'

he did.

'i have no idea.' you stand up to grab your underwear and a shirt, you make some very clear points. 'okay, you need a new headboard and absolutely no more 'just the tip,' until you get one of quality. imagine if that came down on my head, i would be dead with just the tip in me!'

'i wouldn't let that happen, i'd give you the whole thing so you wouldn't die a virgin.' you pout softly, 'aw. you love me.' peter smiles, his fingers pinch together. 'a little bit.'

you stare at the mess on the floor, little pieces of wood splintered away on the fall down. 'hey- so do you think we're being punished for-'

'no.' 

[crheativity]

Hello! I'm not sure if you're taking regular requests, but can I request hcs for the Malleus, Deuce, Epel, Ace, and Azul finding out that the reader has a crush on someone from their dorm but it isn't them? The reader actually has a crush on one of the NPCs, and that NPC requites the reader's feelings. How would they react?

It's ok if you don't want to do this also. No pressure

-💀💅

SUMMARY: They find out you have a crush on someone from their dorm… that isn’t them.

WARNINGS: Cut-off swear in Epel’s section, angst D:

NOTES: why must you do this to me. I love these boys sm. how could you do this.

(Also, sorry for the delay D:)

There’s a hole inside of him that can’t be plugged with your friendship anymore. Almost everyone knows something is up - everyone except you. Around you, nothing’s different. He’s the same happy, goofy guy he always is. But the minute you’re not around, the smile fades, the joy is gone. He has zero motivation to do anything. And yet, he’s gotta continue being your friend. You don’t have a whole lot of people here for you. He’ll hide himself until he’s numb if it gives you the support you need.

“…”

He’s calling his mother, in tears, as soon as he gets a moment to himself. He doesn’t know what to do - he’s never really dealt with love before. His mother, fortunately, knows just how to soothe him, and he begins to move forwards and onwards. He distances himself a little out of respect - at least, until it all goes away. He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable - especially since he tends to wear his heart on his sleeves. As soon as he can act normal around you again, he will, but please give him the opportunity to move on first.

“Hey, mum? …what do I do?”

He hated himself. Of course it wasn’t him. Of course it was another Octavinelle student. What was he thinking?! It’s just like those kids would tell him - he was slow and chubby and stupid, and that’s not counting the overblot incident, why would someone like you even look at someone like him? Azul isn’t proud of it, but he finds himself looking for dirt on the student. He’s not gonna use it or anything, but he needs some kind of way to cope, and throwing himself into his work seems the best possible course of action. At least, until his silly hopes and dreams stay shoved in the trash can where they belong.

“…those kids were right.”

It’s because he looks like a girl, isn’t it? He KNEW talking to Vil and Rook about this kinda thing was a bad idea - look at where it got him! Now he’s gotta live with the fact that he’s always playin second fiddle with you. Makes sense though - who’d wanna date a girly boy like him? Although, maybe if he proved to you that he’s the better choice, you’d like him instead? Or, maybe he could fistfight that other prissy pomefiore kid. He’s honestly not sure what would help him feel better right now. He feels very uncertain - like the world is both shattering and strangely familiar at the same time.

“I’m gonna beat his a-“

He’s sulking. You’re in love with someone else and he’s sulking. What is he supposed to do now? It’s entirely unfair that you are his everything, his happiest dream, yet he’s barely in yours - at least, not in the way he wants to be. He’s avoiding you for a while, locking himself in his roomm. The rain seems endless, thunder and lightning acting as proof of his bad mood. Sage Island almost floods. Lilia and Silver respect his wishes for you to be around less but think he’s being a bit dramatic.

“Malleus? It’s been storming for weeks now. Can you come out of your room?”

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

How about a request for Ena? The reader is a cat-terpillar, which is to say, they're a big long fluffy entity, with a lot of limbs, essentially a caterpillar cat. They're big and soft and sweet, and very chill, meandering through life at a nice slow tempo. The personality of a nice warm mug of chamomile tea, or hot cocoa with mini marshmallows.

It would be nice to have a fic with them comforting Webseries!Ena after a rough day. Whatever format works best for you!

"Nyah...what a lovely day this is." With a small hum, you rested your chin on top of your two uppermost paws, curling up underneath the warm sun.

The weather was particularly nice today, with not a single rain rock floating in the sky, nor was there a storm cloud hanging around to dampen the atmosphere. But even if it did rain and thunder, it still wouldn't bother you in the slightest, as it's simply part of life.

Having wet fur and general feelings of discomfort weren't ideal, although you didn't worry, knowing that the sun will eventually shine down on you with its warmth once again. So what would be the use in stressing about things outside your control?

Unfortunately, the blue and yellow polygonal lady who was tracing shapes in the dirt beside you begged to differ, as she kept looking up at the clouds every now and then. It's like she was afraid it'll suddenly crack into pieces and fall onto her head.

"You think so? I disagwee." Her blue half mumbled, attracting your attention as you saw her bringing her knees to her chest. "My day's been awful from stawrt to finish..."

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that, Ena." You look down at her.

Even though you had only met her a little while ago, she's comfortable enough to stay in your presence and even keep you company, which was always nice. Being a large cat-terpillar, many people were often scared of you until they discovered your personality greatly contrasts all appearances. You're sweet, kind, and mellow towards everyone you meet.

Ena was no different despite knowing about her species and the reputation they hold. She seemed lost, and so you invited her to sit and relax with you. Just to help her calm down before she got panic-striken.

Yet despite your best efforts, she still looked deeply saddened by something else. So much so that even her cheerful yellow half was frowning as she gazed up at you. "Tell me, kind stranger..perhaps you have a remedy for this predicament I'm in?" She leaned against your body, knowing you didn't mind your personal space being invaded.

Her way of speaking was most unique. A bit complex, but you understood that what she wanted was simple. "Meow..of course. Did you wanna talk, or-?"

"I don't know what I want anymowre!!" She instantly flipped into her sadder state, putting her head in her hands. "I just....feel like disappearwing!! Don't waste your bweath on someone as worthless as me! I'm mowre useful as a scwatching post! So go ahead and tear me apawrt!! Come on!! DO IT!!!"

You didn't do anything, instead letting a few moments pass before speaking. "Maybe...you'd like a hug instead?"

"....actually...yes." She sniffled, quieting down a little. "That sounds like a better idea...."

But when she tried to fully embrace you, she hit a roadblock: she had no idea where to put her arms.

No matter how far away they moved from her body, nowhere felt quite right. And while you were able to wrap a few pairs of your own arms around her torso, she couldn't do the same and felt the crushing weight of despair and stupidity washing over her.

Then the static waterworks began.

"Ohh, what's wrong with me??! I can't even hug you wright!! I really am useless!!" Burying her face into your neck, she just hiccupped and sobbed, her fingers clutching at your fur like a lifeline.

Normally, she'd be glitching and spinning out of control. But somehow you managed to help her physical form remain stable. A simple hug is all it took, and it's all that she needed in order to finally let that sadness out. So you just hushed her softly, not alarmed by her sudden and violent mood shifts in the slightest.

It's something she couldn't control, just like how you couldn't control your size or "scary" feline features. Why should you judge her for that when she never judged you?

"You aren't useless, my dear. There's no "right" way to hug someone. You have the intention, and that's enough. I don't get many of these, so....I appreciate this." A purr rumbled in your throat.

"Huh? Y-You...You bawely get hugs??!" Ena looked up at you, her white half displaying an utterly distraught expression. "But you're...you're so nice! What's wrong with other people??? Do they think you're too big to love or something?!!!! WHAT KIND OF CRUEL WORLD IS THIS??!!" Her more masculine voice screamed in outrage.

"That's a first..maybe I am "too big to love". But it's alright. I'm not worried about those other people. Just you right neow." You held her closely again, letting her cry some more. "Thank you for being so caring and considerate, Ena. You're a wonderful friend."

"Friend...? But...we've only met five minutes ago..."

"Have we really? Because it seems like we've known each other for longer." Patting her head, you smiled as her colors turned back to their normal tones. But you weren't going to let her go unless she did so first....and the poor girl was still clinging to you like you're the world's softest pillow.

Whatever she must've went through before meeting you had to have been terrible, but she did blubber something about a rude entity and tripping over a pebble.

You didn't interrupt once, allowing her to talk.

At that point, she suddenly remembered that she was on her way to an auction when she got lost and winded up on a serious of unfortunate misadventures leading to your location.

But maybe she was destined to find you and get these sad feelings off her chest.

Even so, you didn't like seeing her so troubled over missing the event. And that's when you came up with an idea after she dried her tears. "I think I know where that is. I was gonna go..but changed my mind. I don't like crowds too much. But now I have a reason to change it again."

"Wha...What do you mean?"

"I can provide you with transportation there so you don't lose your way again. Don't worry. For friends, it's free of charge." You wink, seeing her cheering up right away. "Only thing is that...we might get there a little late. I never like rushing to things."

"Oh I'm not worried about that! Auction Day is an all-day event!! How could I refuse such a generous service?" Her yellow side laughed, immediately climbing onto your back. But as soon as she got settled, she suddenly looked apprehensive, tilting her head. "Is this alright? I'm not too heavy?"

"Nope. You're as light as a polygonal feather." You chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll be safe up there, Ena."

"This is much appreciated, friend. But erm...you mind going slow? I tend to get motion sickness."

"That's fine by me. Now let's be on our way."

[s1llysw1rls]

BEN drowned for the nsfw alphabet 🙏

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

He usually just plays video games afterwards with you laying your head on his chest and watching.

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

His favorite body part of his is his hands. He'll never admit it, but he loves holding you, rubbing your back, playing with your hair. He just likes touching you. His favorite body part of yours is definitely your ass. He likes squeezing it and slapping it. Like I said, he's super touchy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

Will beg to cum on your chest. Literally stops himself from cumming until you say yes.

D = Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to have sex in the bath. Not because it's something that'll turn him on or anything, but because he's still scared of water and maybe having sex in the bath could help him a little with that fear.

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

Literally no experience besides watching shit. Will watch you masturbate (with permission) just to find out where you like to be touched.

F = Favorite position

Any position where he can see your ass.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He's definitely goofy during sex. He doesn't take it too seriously. Just something fun you two do together. Likes to make jokes and just be silly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I don't think he cares about that stuff like, at all. Not on him or you. If you shave, cool. If you don't, cool. If you want him to shave, he will.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He's goofy. Like I said, he doesn't take sex seriously. Not in a bad way, just in a "we should be comfortable with each other, so I'm gonna be silly" kind of way.

J = Jack off (do the masturbate?)

Yeah. He watches you masturbate (with permission, like I said). He'll watch you through screens if you're okay with it. Definitely gets off doing that.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Mutual masturbation. Praise. He loves to be praised, and loves praising you. Loves to be told he's doing a good job. Like to overstimulate you. Hearing the sounds you make just does something to him. Dirty talk!! He loves hearing you say all kinds of filthy shit. Talk dirty and praise him! Please!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His bedroom. Doesn't like being anywhere else. He has access to all of his things and he just feels safer there.

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

Honestly, just looking at you sometimes does the trick. You're just so gorgeous to him. He can't help it. If you flirt with him, innocent or not, he gets hard. Your sweet voice telling him how much you love him, what you like about him, he's on his knees...

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

No choking or anything that would make him struggle to breath. And no bondage on him. If you want him to tie you up, he will. He doesn't want to be tied up, though. Just doesn't wanna do anything that'll remind him of when he died.

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

Loves giving and receiving. You can just lay down, relax, let him work his magic. When receiving, he likes you under his desk as he games.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be pretty fast, but he's not rough. He doesn't want to hurt you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Loves, loves, loves if you agree to give him a quick hand job or blow job. He'll pull you into his room and beg for your hand or mouth. He'll whine for you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

It kinda depends on his mood. He has quite a bit of energy, and he's horny often, so he's willing to.

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

He can go forever if he wanted to. Perks of being a ghost, I guess. He'll go until you're ready to stop.

T = Toys (do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?)

He loves using toys. Specially anything electronic so he can control it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases at first, but turns into a whimpering, moaning mess quickly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not super loud, but he does whimper a lot. I just like to think he whimpers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He secretly watches you through your devices just to see you. Not when you're masturbating or getting dressed. Unless he has permission. He just wants to see his pretty baby.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Honestly, not really big. Not thick either. He's kinda average.

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

Super high. He gets horny easily, especially when you get touchy with him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

He doesn't sleep much to begin with, so he just doesn't. He'll let you sleep if you're tired, but he'll stay up playing video games.

[wingedshadowfan]

⚠️arcane s2 act iii spoilers // criticism ⚠️

i kind of hated the end of arcane. hear me out.

i don't wanna rain on anyone's parade but we can all agree season 2's pacing was super breakneck. not a lot got explained or was given the proper time to develop or be addressed (at least in front of us, the audience, that is - but even then, some things could've been hinted at better) and this goes for both lore, motivations and interpersonal character relationships. (and i can give many examples such as the black rose, maddie's true motivations, caitlyn and vi's fight, jinx rallying up the undercity, viktor and ambessa's plans diverging, etc. but instead, i'll tell you what i think went wrong with what we got to see in the last three eps)

seeing where ep 7 left us made me think "okay ep 8 will start from the same exact spot and we'll see from there" and ofc my expectations were defied but that's not my main problem. i needed to know what happened to ekko, jayce and heimerdinger but even more than that, i wanted to see jinx grieve isha in her own way (by herself and not through being asked or guilt tripped to help someone else's agenda bcuz she clearly had little intrinsic motivation to unite the undercity over a common goal after silco's death) and internalize what she'd meant to isha - and that becoming jinx's catalyst to rally up the undercity. i wanted her to understand why this orphan from the undercity's mines sacrificed herself to save jinx - the symbol of a cause greater than her. i needed her to see what unifying zaun and making tangible institutional change to the undercity would mean in a way sevika never would've been able to show her. it would mean no more powders, no more ishas. not one more. breaking the cycle of violence, poverty, oppression, somewhat like what silco said in ep 9 (which she interpreted as 'you're the problem, so kys' and she attempted to until somehow ekko convinced her to help. how, why and did she even unite the undercity at all or just make her big hot air balloon late-to-the-party entrance with the firelights to a stray kids banger while sevika did all the work down in zaun?).

anyway, ep 8 threw us in for a loop in an alternative universe (and i loved it, don't get me wrong, but considering there were only 2 normal length eps left, it scared me just as much). instrumentally to the plot, we got to see ekko's main ability develop, and we saw jayce's reasons for shooting viktor. the main conflict of the show, the piltover/zaun one, if those 1,5 seasons so far were anything to go by, just got set aside for the time being. over halfway through the season, we've got a new big bad - the possibility of everyone getting possessed by the viktor/hexcore and becoming part of The Glorious Evolution™. it felt like a movie about racism and police brutality added aliens in the last 5 minutes to force oppressed and oppressors to (not all that successfully) work together, massive losses were suffered by everyone, and then the overarching motif wasn't about love or humanity or rebuilding (things that have come up repeatedly in other episodes, including the one ep literally called 'the messege hidden within the pattern'), it was "bad things happen sometimes, but good things happen sometimes too. it is what it is. i guess." like. duh?? as a viewer, this was quite the disappointing ending takeaway from such a masterpiece of a show but more on that in a second.

narratively, we saw a butterfly effect situation in ep 8 that answered the question of 'what could've been?' but even that answer confused me. the undercity was already oppressed and in socioeconomical peril before jayce's hextech - vi's death during that last job (which makes me believe zaun was the same in both universes because why else would they be poor enough to steal from piltover?) prevented it from being invented and thus stopping other things in piltover from happening but how did it lead to progress in the undercity? what happened and what was the key to it all along? why did shimmer not get invented, how did zaun and piltover seemingly unite, why were zaunites all of a sudden seemingly so much materially and culturally richer and better educated in just a few years? (that aside, i love ekko's determination to get back and save his universe's zaun. i loved the alternative jinx and i loved how everyone was wearing vests 10/10)

then, ep 9 felt like a bunch of confusing things happening one after the other to the point it almost overwhelmed me and i was left thinking i didn't understand a single thing from it (except maybe that one scene - that, i understood spiritually). and the first maybe 90% of ep 10 felt like i was just repeatedly getting hit, and again - no time to breathe, no consolation, no resolve, just receiving bad news after bad news, like getting beaten to the ground with stones.

and at the very end, after some of the ends get tied, caitlyn has her speech, which to me, sounds more depressing and hollow than anything else. she talks ambiguously of history and of ups and downs and of a story not yet over, but there's no promise for the future, no motivation to keep going, no bigger picture, no lesson learned. we're not shown much work being done either (and i'll make a separate post examining why it felt that way to me and a separate one abt how i interpreted her conversation w/ vi at the very end). i was left a bit confused, somewhat unsatisfied, and very, very sad.

did anyone else feel that way too? what did i miss, did i misinterpret or misunderstand something? please i'm going insane i had two different friends tell me they had no idea what i was talking about and that the ending was everything they wanted and more