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fandom-puff · 3 years ago

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Home Office

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x short!reader

Requested by: anon

Warnings: height difference (short reader is shorter than hotch??), size kink, soft d/s vibes, office sex

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As you slipped through the door to the home office, Aaron looked up from his paperwork, a smile spreading across his face, ironing out the deep frown that had formed across his forehead. “Baby, you don’t need to knock when I’m at home,” he reminded you gently as you set a cup of fresh coffee on his desk, careful to put it on the coaster and not splash it on the files.

“Didn’t know if you were on the phone,” you murmured, kissing his temple as he wrapped an arm around your waist. Even though he was sat down and you were stood up, his head still came up to nearly the top of your head, and he leaned to rest his head on your shoulder.

“S’okay, baby…” he said. “I’m nearly done. You wanna sit in here with me for a little bit?” He could tell from the way you were worrying your lip between your teeth and the small frown plaguing your forehead that you were feeling bored, lonely… and needy. He patted his lap, smiling fondly as you clambered into it, your legs coming to rest either side of his thighs, head buried into his neck. He wrapped one strong arm around you, using the other to finish off the last of his paperwork. “Did Jack’s friend’s mom come and pick him up?” He whispered and you nodded, snuggling closer into his chest. For about fifteen minutes, you sat in silence, clinging to Aaron like a koala bear. Whenever he leaned forward to put something away, he held you that bit tighter to him, keeping you safe against his warm chest. Eventually, the paperwork was all filed away, and both arms came to wrap around you. “All done, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear, smirking as you shivered. For the past ten minutes, you had been growing increasingly more fidgety, your breathing had become shallower, even your skin felt warmer as you pressed your forehead to his neck.

Slowly, he trailed his hands down, resting them on your ass, noting your sharp gasp and the way you wriggled, your clothed heat beginning to grind against Aaron’s tightening joggers. As he squeezed your ass more firmly, tugging your pyjama shorts up and slipping his hands over the newly revealed flesh, you let out a more audible whimper, circling your hips more firmly, until you were practically humping the outline of Aaron’s thick, hard length.

“Lift up for me, baby,” he said, voice tight as you knelt up a little. With the space between the apex of your thighs and his lap, Aaron tugged the waistband of his joggers down, just enough to free his throbbing cock. You moaned softly at the sight, watching with slightly parted lips as he rasped his hand over it a few times. He smiled up at you, noticing the slight tremble of your thighs. “Move your shorts to the side, baby,” he murmured. “I know you aren’t wearing underwear,” as you reached between your thighs to tug your loose shorts to one side, revealing your glistening pussy to him, he groaned lowly, a hand already on your lower back guiding you to hover over his cock. “Good girl,” he groaned, “that’s right, sit yourself down on my cock… see how your little pussy stretches? Feel that baby? Your cute little cunt is practically swallowing my cock…”

With a whimper, you grasped onto his shoulders as he bottomed out, lowering yourself until you could feel Aaron deep in your stomach.

Grunting slightly at the tightness (he had forgone stretching you out with his fingers) Aaron’s hands returned to cup your ass cheeks, his fingertips digging into the flesh of your bottom until you were sure he’d leave hand-shaped bruises. “That’s it, doll,” he murmured, he deep voice dancing against the shell of your ear until you were shuddering with pleasure, your head foggy with stimulation- and you had barely started. “That’s it, ride my cock, there’s a good girl,” Aaron whispered, kissing down your neck as he lifted you up and down on him, his cock dragging deliciously against your inner walls, igniting your most sensitive parts until your head was spinning with pleasure and whimpered moans were tumbling from your mouth, eyes rolling back as your head lolled.

“‘M gonna cum, Aaron, please,” you whined. But Aaron already knew that, thanks to the telltale pulse of your cunt, the pitch of your moans, the trembling of your body… so he stared up at you, his blown pupils locking with yours as he moved one hand to flick and rub at your throbbing, swollen clit.

Within moments, you shattered, unable to hold back your release any longer. Aaron grunted as he felt you constrict his dick in a vice like grip of pleasure, as he saw your mouth drop into the most adorable little ‘o’ shape, as you whimpered his name in the most sinfully innocent way possible. As your cunt throbbed and spasmed around him, he grunted, his own hips bucking up for a few thrusts as he pumped you full of his release, groaning your name as his head tipped back. “Good girl, milk my cock,” he groaned, holding you close to his chest, as you shook.

As your breathing returned to its more normal rate, Aaron rubbed your back gently. “You good, baby?” He murmured, kissing your temple.

“Really good,” you mumbled, still blissed out, still straddling him in his chair. “Can we stay like this for a while?”

Aaron laughed lowly, smiling as you shivered at the rumbling of his chest. “Of course baby… but we’ll definitely be moving this to our bedroom… we’ve got the house to ourselves after all, and it would be a shame to waste such an opportunity…”

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landoncrris · 3 years ago

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I hate the layout but tumblr doesn’t let me do it differently 🙄 anyway, here’s the “end” to it :)

There was an awkward tension surrounding both of you after he stepped into your flat. You made your way over into the living room, sitting yourself on your armchair while debating what to say. As much as you wanted to accept his apology and move on, you couldn’t forget the way his cold stare had hit you and how the words “you’re just so fucking annoying sometimes, just mind your own business for fucks sake” stabbed you right in your heart. You’d never had the intention of annoying him and until today you’d really thought he liked you being by his side. Hell, you had even thought that maybe, just maybe there was something more between you because of they way you two clicked so easily. You saw this friendship - possibly some time soon relationship - working out in the long run. But then he’d slapped you across the face with these hatred words he chose. You fiddled with the sleeves of the hoodie you were wearing. A hoodie that was once Mason’s and that was gifted to you by him one evening when you left his house after watching a film together. It was ironic how even when he’d upset you this much, it was his clothes that made you feel the safest. Mason had noticed the hoodie too. He couldn’t help but think how adorable you looked in the oversized piece of clothing and the sleeves flopping over your small hands. It made his heart settle a little bit. You were mad, but not mad enough to abandon his clothes. He had hope, yet he didn’t know whether to say more or leave it to you to do so. More than anything, he desperately didn’t want to fuck up more than he already did. It didn’t have to be a necessarily good that you let him in. To the very best of his knowledge, it could have just been pity. After all, his clothes were completely soaked from the rain.

“Where did all of that come from?” you asked and Mason hated how broken and defeated you sounded. His heart squeezed painfully in his chest and his hands were shaking so much at this point that he had to stuff them into the pockets of his joggers. “I never wanted to annoy you or to be too caring, I-“ “You could never, y/n. You could never.” he interrupted you, not being able to hear what else you were going to say. When he met you all those months ago you were insecure and barely wanted to hang out with him and the others. He’d made it his mission to make you realise just how truly beautiful - inside and out - you were and he had eventually managed to get you out of your shell. You had opened up to him and to his friends, he had made you part of his inner circle and slowly but surely you had taken up the entirety of his heart. And then, he fucked it up, with everything now laying shattered in front of him. “Then why? Why did you say those things, Mason?” He gulped at the way you used his full name. You never called him Mason, it was always Mase. Or Mount, when you felt like teasing him. But it was never Mason. His heart sank to his stomach, especially because there was nothing that explain his outburst having been directed at you. “To be honest, I don’t know. I was just so pissed at myself and all the others that we lost the match, that we dropped these points. There was so much pent up anger because of the whole situation…I…it’s been I don’t know, piling up over those last weeks and todays loss was the last straw and I exploded. Out of all people, it was you that I directed my anger at. I…” he stopped himself, brushing his hand through his short hair before running it over his face. “There’s nothing I could say that would excuse what I said. It was way out of line and never meant that way. It got all too much, it wasn’t personal, it had nothing to do with you, you have to believe me, y/n.” He looked at you, his brown eyes full of tears, waiting to make it past the waterline. His lower lip trembling. He was fighting not to break down completely, but he was failing miserably when the first tear rolled down his flushed cheek. “Please, I didn’t meant anything of what I said today.”, he whispered, voice shaking and breaking.

As hurt as you were, you weren’t going to let him stand there like that without any kind of consoling. It was obvious that what had happened hurt him just as much as it hurt you. You got up from your seat, walked over to where he stood with hanging shoulders and tears rolling down to his jawline. Before he could start talking again, you wrapped your arms around his torso, gripping the fabric of his hoodie tightly and pressed your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent that calmed your racing thoughts immediately. Your actions took him by surprise, his heart skipping a beat when he felt your warm breath on his skin and he froze for a second, before wrapping his arms around your smaller frame, caging you against his body. You could feel his heart beating frantically in his chest, but you were certain that yours beat just as quickly as his. “Please don’t change anything about you. I like the way you are. I like it way more than I should. In fact, I like you way more than I should. And I really am sorry.” His quiet confession made butterflied erupt in your stomach and warmed your heart. As much as you’d always hoped for him to feel the same way, hearing him say it out loud was a feeling you’d never forget. It made you feel all warm and fuzzy and squeeze yourself even closer to him. You placed the shy kiss against his neck, before speaking up, lips brushing against his soft skin. “Apology accepted, Mase.” He smiled at hearing his nickname again. “I knew you didn’t mean it, it just hurt like a bitch to hear that from you out of all people.” You lean back a little to take him in. His eyes were still glossy, but the tears had vanished and the usual warmth in them had returned. His cheeks were still flushed, as was the bridge of his nose. Something you adored a lot and admittedly stared at after the matches. You reached up to trace your fingertips over his freckles and down to his jaw, collecting the last remaining tears. He flashed you a genuine smile, making you mirror his actions. “And I like you too. I like you to bits, Mase.” His smile widens, the dimples you liked so much making an appearance and you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing yourself on your tiptoes to press a shy kiss to one of them, not quite confident enough to go for a full kiss. You watch a blush spreading over his face and coating the tips of his ears. The fact that you out of all people were able to make him flustered was beyond you. Before you could stare at him longer and make him more shy than he already was, he leaned down to gently and finally brush his lips over yours. He tested the waters while you both closed your eyes and relished in the feeling of each other. But he couldn’t hold back for long until he pressed his lips against yours. One hand came up to cup the side of your face to angle it back slightly, his mind was short-circuiting at the feeling of you against him and your hand in the back of his hair. You couldn’t believe just how perfectly his lips slotted over yours and how your body melted into his. He was made for you, just as you were made for him. Your thoughts came to a halt though, when he gently traced his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entrance and brushing against yours; even teasing it a little, but growing more serious again before either of your smiles could break the kiss. In that moment you were convinced that you were already addicted to him and his kisses and that the feeling of kissing him would never be matched by anything else.

ohhhhh my god that was so so good again!!! you really made me fall in love with their relationship with just this and that’s honestly a real talent!!! also shy and nervous and emotional mason is my favourite, you described everything so perfectly, i just really love it. thank you so much for sharing this with me/us <33333 much love to you xx

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patrick-hockstutter · 5 years ago

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Modern!Bowers Gang:

Patrick:

Really into cinematography and photography of the unsettling

Never captions his Instagram posts

Goes live on Instagram a lot, even though people really wished he wouldn’t

Makes art out of dead animals or animal bones he finds

Think Banksy, but with roadkill

He’ll take some (somehow) tasteful photos of them, post them, then leave the scene there for some unexpecting bystander to find

Has a nosering (fight me)

Never uses incognito mode

If someone happens to stumble upon his search history, he’s not paying their therapy bill

He likes reading smut more than he likes watching porn

A ps4 guy

Loves spooky games like Resident Evil, Silent Hill, Until Dawn and Death Stranding

He’s not really into school, but he surprisingly reads a lot when he’s alone in his room

Only about things he likes though

Abnormal psych, criminal psych, and sometimes some zoology (u kno y)

Watches serial killer documentaries like he’s paid to

Listens to grunge, nu metal, and 80s alt

Won’t admit it, but sometimes listens to Joji

He’s not super into emo music, but he’s the only one who will listen to it with Victor (he fckn vibes to Brand New)

Ironically uses a Zune

Has an Android but lowkey wishes he had an iPhone

Doesn’t have a computer, just jailbreaks/hacks the school issued laptop

Has a black line tattooed around some of his fingers, one of his wrists, and the shell of his ear

Has a foot tattoo

Has a fucking Juul

Watches LeafyIsHere on YouTube (tell me I’m wrong)

Spends too much time on Reddit

Wears flannels, skinny jeans, and Vans (a beanie if he’s cold)

Mostly cycles through the same three or four outfits

Wears the same pair of Vans every single day

Victor:

Big into aromatherapy

He uses lavender soaps and has an essential oil diffuser in his room

Uses incognito mode to watch Vampire Diaries

A Nintendo ass b i t c h

He has the gray Switch Lite

He brings his Switch with him everywhere (yes he’s that guy)

But what else are you gonna do when you wanna ignore Patrick?

Watches conspiracy theories about ghosts, cryptids, and aliens

Also big into podcasts (mostly true crime and conspiracy ones)

He listens to them on his headphones while he takes walks or draws

Posts his drawings on Tumblr

Does art streams on Twitch when he gets really bored

Has an eyebrow piercing (but it’s a small stud one, not a ring)

Has little tattoos on his hands

Wears bomber jackets, skinny jeans, joggers, army jackets, converse, and combat boots

The boy has style okay

Had an emo phase but still listens to the music (especially Tiny Moving Parts)

The emo phase was pretty short because Henry made fun of him so much

He just fucking liked MCR and Taking Back Sunday a lot, okay?

And Pierce The Veil and Sleeping With Sirens, but he doesn’t readily admit that

Now mostly listens to new wave, synth pop, and lofi hiphop

His favorite bands are Drab Majesty and Choir Boy (look up their new album btw)

Has a black iPhone and a space gray MacBook Pro

Uses Apple Music

Vapes, but only fruity flavors

Watches BoJack Horseman

Doesn’t really eat fast food but never passes up an M&M McFlurry

Paints his (and Patrick’s) nails black

One time Patrick caught him doing a facemask, so Patrick put one on and started chasing him around screaming as a joke

Cue: hmm… this feels kinda good tho

So now Victor and Patrick have secret mini spa days

Drives a Subaru

Belch:

Makes Spotify playlists like he’s paid to

He’s just really good at putting songs together

He tried to get into music theory, but he wasn’t one for actually making his own songs

Really into metal (obvi) but also likes some classic rock and punk stuff

Has records hung up side by side all around his room where the wall meets the ceiling

Still buys CDs

His Instagram feed is full of vintage cars and custom import cars

Fast and Furious is his favorite movie series

His favorite shows are Sons of Anarchy and The Walking Dead

But he also loves early 2000s comedies

Has a mini projector to watch movies on his room wall

Wears band tees, flannels, jean jackets, Carhartt stuff, d a d h a t s

Really wants a tattoo but always gets nervous

Uses incognito mode to watch porn and buy some of his band tees from Hot Topic

Only one in the gang that uses Facebook (Mama Huggins made him so he could keep in contact with family)

Follows a few meme pages but also some cooking ones so he can send his mom any cool recipes he finds

Victor lowkey makes fun of him for actually using the Facebook page

Invests money in really good headphones and car speakers

Has a black iPhone

It’s always at 20% battery cause it’s always connected to his headphones, Bluetooth speaker, or car stereo

Him and Victor FaceTime when they’re bored

Sometimes they won’t even say much, they just like the over the phone company

Doesn’t smoke, but sometimes hits Vic’s vape

A social vaper if you will

Watches Idubbbz and Filthy Frank on YouTube

His favorite fast food place is Wendy’s

Not really into video games but fucking slays at Guitar Hero

And when Rock Band came out nobody saw him for like two weeks

Has a black Hydroflask with band stickers on it

Henry:

He plays a lot of Xbox

Mostly Halo, COD, Destiny, any first-person shooter really

Baits people on Xbox Live cause he thinks it’s hilarious

He’s also a fucking cyberbully but we all expected that

Has Victor’s old iPhone

Never fucking charges it

He’ll text you back in 3-5 business days (if at all)

And if you try to call him he’ll block your number

Plays iMessage games like cup pong and 8 ball with Belch

The only social media he uses is Snapchat and Tinder to look at girls

In one of his Tinder photos he’s holding a fish (srrynotsrry)

Doesn’t really listen to too much music

He doesn’t dislike music, just usually prefers to do things in silence

His mind is chaotic enough, he doesn’t need background noise

But he will listen to Cigarettes After Sex and TV Girl on a really low volume when he goes to sleep

Uses incognito mode to pick and choose random soft or angsty songs that he likes to put into a bedtime playlist

Otherwise just listens to whatever Belch listens to

Has a tattoo on his wrist

Takes a lot of drives into the countryside/national forests/mountains with Belch

Takes a lot of scenery photos, but never posts them anywhere or shows anyone except Victor

Still smokes cigarettes (he thinks vaping is douchey)

Watches South Park and American Dad

If he’s willing to spend money to go see a movie, he’s going to an IMAX theater

Sometimes he likes 3D, but most of the time it just hurts his eyes after a while

Longboards everywhere

Needs prescription glasses but refuses to wear them

They’re mostly for reading, which he doesn’t do anyway

But he does listen to audiobooks sometimes

Likes Frappuccinos but will kill you before you find out

He orders them through Uber Eats under a fake name so nobody will find out

BONUS: all four!

Victor still has his childhood GameCube that they play Mario Party, Mario Kart, and Melee on

Henry is banned from playing Mario Party after breaking a controller while beating Patrick with it

Patrick only ever picks Waluigi in Mario Kart and everyone is sick of it

When they play Rock Band Patrick is on bass, Henry plays guitar, Belch absolutely slays the drums, and Vicky boy sings his lil heart out

One night a week they order a shit ton of Dominos and make a drinking game out of watching Vine compilations

Victor does everyone’s birth charts

They collectively made a fake Tinder account on Patrick’s phone and catfish guys with it

They all try to one up each other doing vape tricks yikes

They buy bags of chips and candy from Costco and lounge around eating them on weekends

They’re banned from the city metro busses because Belch’s car was in the shop for a week and that week was hell for every bus driver in the city

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marueonmain · 5 years ago

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WINDFLOWER

part four ~ it was them like that ~

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four)

A/N: I rewrote this part twice wanting it to be perfect readable. I am grateful for every like/retweet: to quote our boy himself “I wish I could shake all your little hands.” Messages/asks are always highly appreciated. Strive to have a good quarantine, and take care of yourself!

Summary: Alex goes to find Sammy at his apartment and is met with an odd reception from Y/N.

Pairing: imallexx x reader

Warning: Language. Minor (Non-Graphic) Injury.

Word Count: 2.6k

Alex woke to the feeling of incessant buzzing in his hand. It was not a bright morning. With a groan, he opened his eyes – feeling the crust in the corners of them – and looked to his phone in his right hand. It buzzed with silenced notifications, and the screen lit up with banners and alerts. He tried to fight through his exhaustion. There was an odd taste in his mouth; he swirled his tongue around, attempting to produce saliva to little avail.

Propping himself on his elbows, he pulled his phone to his chest and read the lock screen. Nothing it said made sense. When he activated the touch ID, his phone opened to instagram and the last thing he watched before passing out (in his street clothes on top of his bedding). He had been watching an instagram story he was tagged in – even worse – it was George's instagram story.

To his horror, George had posted a solid three minutes of him dancing. Despite the overall low quality of the videos and darkness of the club, it was clear that it was indeed Alex who was throwing his limbs and jumping around erratically.

George had also managed, even in his inebriated state, to post the worst of the videos on twitter. And his followers were going mad. Three hundred retweets, five hundred comments, and at least a thousand laughing-crying emojis in all.

Alex groaned and tossed his phone to the end of the bed.

Getting up was a slow process. He had to stop to ground himself every few steps. While grasping a weak hand on his side table, he picked a pair of black joggers off the floor and replaced his white jeans with them. He moved steadily, grazing his fingertips along the wall as he went to his cupboard, and ripped a shirt from its hanger in an almost aggressive manner. He changed into it.

Eventually, he made it to his bathroom. After splashing water on his face and sticking his head under the faucet for a good minute, slurping the water like he would if he were drinking from a garden hose, he felt better. Alex tossed his hair around with his hand, pulling it forward and down, smoothing the cowlicks. Its slight greasiness was not too noticeable. He huffed, gathered his essentials (wallet, keys, phone) from his desk/bed, and left.

"You up already?" George called from where he sat on the sofa eating cereal. "It's before noon."

"Shut up. I saw your instagram story." Alex stood in the kitchen with a blank gaze debating whether to eat then or later. "You made me look like a complete bellend; I don't appreciate it."

"You wanted to dance! Who am I to deny the imallexx stans their behind-the-scenes exclusive?"

Rolling his eyes, Alex left the kitchen. At the front door, he slipped on the most available shoes there: which happened to be George's crocs (he swears he bought as a laugh but wore all the time).

"I'm going to go pick-up Sammy.”

George snorted and said, "You mean pick-up off the floor, probably."

"Just be ready to film when we get back."

Standing out in the hall, breathing in the fixed smell of wet dog in the carpet, Alex thanked himself for being young enough to be able to near blackout and be just a touch ill in the morning.

It was not a full two minutes between Alex leaving George and him stepping out of the lift onto the floor above. Coming up on Sammy and Y/N's apartment, there was a fleeting regret that he wished he had thought in his morning haze to brush his teeth before showing up unannounced. But it was too late as his hand was raised and rapping on their door.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Alex watched the door handle jump as it was twisted and pulled on the tiniest amount possible. Just enough for the latch bolt to disengage and reengage so that it rested – holding the door open – against the doorframe. There was no proper greeting. He felt like an intruder having to push on the almost closed door and let himself into the apartment: though invited not necessarily welcome.

Inside it was bright with all available light fixtures on including a scattering of floor and table lamps. There was the sound of a running shower.

To his left was Y/N ducked into her refrigerator. She pushed things around on the top shelf before landing her hand on a carton of eggs. Taking them out, she sat them on the counter next to a mixing bowl. She turned her back to Alex but not before flashing him a tense near straight-line smile.

"Hi." Y/N counted out three eggs from the carton. "Sam's in the shower."

Alex grabbed a bar seat. He rested slouched against the backrest but kept his shoulders square and arms open. Hair fell from his fringe, and he jerked his head out of instinct, flipping the hair out of his face. A bit bedraggled. The chain still around his neck from his night-out. Lithe arms stuck out from armholes three times their size as he drowned in the large yellow crewneck.

It was the same yellow as the one Y/N complimented him on earlier. Not that he recognized it when he was throwing on clothes. Not that he would admit he recognized it.

Y/N cracked three eggs into the mixing bowl with one hand and tossed the shells into the kitchen bin. She stood, her feet set like an arrow, with her toes touching. Next to the mixing bowl was a waffle iron with a red light on top and a baking mix box. She held it up; her mouth moved as she read off the ingredients on the recipe on the back of the box to herself.

Alex forced a light chuckle. "I'm surprised he's up. He was out of it when we dropped him off."

"You all were," mumbled Y/N into her collar. She placed the box down and stirred the contents of the mixing bowl with a fork and a quick hand. Her head was down focused on what she was doing; a little wrinkle formed between her eyebrows.

"You got me there." Alex shifted in his seat, scooching up so he might rest his forearms on the counter. He proceeded to crack his knuckles to occupy his nervous hands. "How is Sammy?"

"Fine."

"He's helping me film a video." Like a smiling dog promised and expecting a treat, Alex straightened up in his seat. He searched Y/N's side profile for a read on her but came up blank.

"Hmm," hummed Y/N letting up on her battering of the waffle batter.

It was evident in how his spine slumped and how he returned to resting on his arms that it was not the reaction Alex expected. The reaction he hoped for was a reaction at all but no such luck.

"I guess he would have told you. I'm a youtuber." Alex added in a stronger voice (as if her not hearing him was the issue), "So is George."

"Uh-huh." Polite in tone but nonetheless dismissive.

"I was hoping you'd text me, then I'd have your number as well."

Y/N gave no response. Her eyes were clouded and distant. Leaving the batter to sit, she crossed the kitchen and pulled open a drawer of miscellaneous utensils. While she searched for what she wanted, the fingers of her non-dominate hand drummed a rhythm against her hip.

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Alex.

"What?"

"Was it last night? Did I do something to offend you? I was trashed." He spoke plain, hiding the hint of hurt in his voice. His open palm-up hands moved in a series of give and take type gestures.

His bit of babbling grabbed Y/N's full attention. She pulled her focus up, from her search in the utensil drawer to Alex's face. Her hesitant gaze stopped at his mouth and nose before going further up.

Their eyes met. Alex felt a surge of warmth rushing upon him: a warmth he could lie in forever. Die in. So even his bones might one afternoon be exposed to it. It was clear at that moment (as if it was not before) that being around Y/N was not something Alex knew how to handle or react to.

There was an undeniable switch in her gaze – a moment of real recognition – and if eyes could talk, hers would have sighed and happily said, oh, it's you.

Alex reiterated, "I promise I don't remember a thing."

"Sorry, Al." (a pause like she did intend the nickname but then thought it inappropriate) "Sorry, Alex. It's not you. I just have a lot I'm thinking about."

"You don’t have to apologize; I was just a little worried is all." He relaxed, dropping his hands, letting them fall to his lap.

"You're sweet. Thank you." Her hand settled in the utensil drawer; she pulled out an ice cream scoop and held it at an odd angle. Fiddling with the lever as if checking it worked. It did. Y/N turned her back to him once more to place the ice cream scoop on the counter with the mixing bowl. She picked out the fork from the bowl and continued stirring the batter.

Sore from slouching and general aching muscles, Alex stood from the bar seat and stretched.

"You make a lot of breakfast foods, huh?" he asked as he stood with solid feet and twisted at the middle as far to his left as he could; he twisted to the other side as his spine screamed at him. "Is that your favourite then?"

"Why? Got something against breakfast?"

"I like buttered toast as much as the next—" Alex was distracted mid-thought when he lifted his foot and put it down again to the sound of a quiet crunch. Light speckles of paint dotted the floor, and when he lifted his foot, under it was a small chip of plasterboard.

"Toast, you said? How extravagant!"

A framed picture was stuck on the wall nearest Alex: one he did not recognize as being there before, but half the apartment was not yet unpacked when he last was there. How bad could you screw up your wall hanging something? He pulled on a bottom corner of the frame and peered behind it.

It was a fine hanging job. There was just a fist-sized hole in the plasterboard wall. And the framed picture was covering it.

Y/N glanced over to him. "That's nothing – just a little accident from last night. Could thank George for that if you like."

"George did that?" He exclaimed, reeling as if he were about to faint. Alex made a fist and compared it to the hole. George and him about matched in height – matched hand sizes. While the hole in the plasterboard could eat Alex's hand.

Y/N's face dropped as she rushed to correct herself, "No! Not at all."

"You scared me," the words rode out on his bated breath. He put the framed picture back in place, moving to retake the bar seat.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that." Y/N gave a shallow shake of the head.

"What did happen?"

"Oh," she sounded exhausted, "Sam got angry because George was teasing him about something."

"What was it about?"

"I couldn't understand it. None of you lot were making sense," she said unconvincingly

"Come on, Red."

And there at his words or in reaction to the strange atmosphere Y/N rolled her left shoulder back and, when it returned to its natural resting position, she twitched. Her head turned forty-five degrees to the left, and her chin lifted so that her cheek was parallel to the ground for about half a second until her muscles relaxed, and she stood regular. Y/N spoke soft, "I don't know."

"Well, Sammy must have said something. Or George."

"Stop." Y/N spoke clear and stern, throwing her voice despite not facing him. "You were all giggling like idiots and piss drunk. Ok? It was bound to happen."

Atop the waffle iron, the red light switched to green. Y/N tilted the mixing bowl toward herself and grabbed the ice cream scoop. She stirred it around the bowl. Her elbow lifted from her side in the motion. It was shaking. She was shaking. Trembling – even if just a small amount.

"Ok," Alex said without thinking.

The ice cream scoop gathered the golden batter. It would have looked delicious if his stomach was not so knotted.

Lifting the waffle iron lid, Y/N poured the batter in a circle from the outside-in, when the lid dropped, snapping shut on two of her fingers. "Ow! Shit."

She raced to the sink: turning it on to its coldest setting: she kept her hurt hand at a distance. Her free hand grasped her inner elbow supporting the extended arm. As the water bathed her burnt fingers, Y/N stood bent over with her head tucked under her arms and muttered a string of curses.

"Fuck. Are you alright?" Alex rushed around the counter. "Did you break them?"

"N-no. No." She was stuttering through distressed gasps.

"Red, it's not great." Alex laid a hand on her shoulder and another over her free hand on her arm. He felt her continuing to struggle for breath and start a self-soothing type rocking on her feet – not about to give in to the panic. "It’s not great, but you got to calm down. Follow me."

He pulled his lips in and inhaled a slow breath as if through a straw, exhaling it just the same. It took ten seconds of him doing the exercise on his own before Y/N began to follow. And it was them like that. And it was nice – given the circumstances.

Both their shirts were damp from the splashback of the running sink.

Half a minute passed. Y/N had not gained her complete composure, but her breathing evened out, and her muscles relaxed enough that Alex had to reposition himself to support her as she leaned into him slightly.

"Thank you." It was audible though her chin was still tucked to her chest.

"It's alright...I can't cook either."

She laughed a short laugh. "You were lying earlier?"

"I know, pretty believable."

Sammy walked in from the master bedroom: shirtless with his wet hair dripping water onto the floor: and his eyebrows knit together in immediate confusion and concern. Set in action, he rushed over to the kitchen and pulled Alex off Y/N (sending him stumbling over himself to regain balance). At Y/N's side, he turned off the sink and took hold of her hands, avoiding the burned fingers.

"Red. What did you do?" he asked.

"It's alright," she assured, and it was, as most minor burns are after a few seconds under cold water.

Alex was frozen in place – watching them – reconciling his protective instincts with his disorientation. And despite where his eyes landed in physical space, he was far off in another place in his mind.

Staring at him with a skewed frown, Sammy asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm– I was going to pick you up to film."

"Right." He straightened Y/N and himself up to be standing. "I'll be up in a bit."

It took a moment for the command from Alex's brain (move) to reach his legs. In that time, he stole a glance at Y/N whose face canvased a flustered blush. She smiled. A metaphorical dart whizzed around his head, striking a metaphorical bullseye, and producing a singular thought.™

He wished he could go back to about twenty-three lines ago. To when she was leaning on him.

Alex smiled a reassuring smile in return and shuffled out of the apartment. Two steps from the closed door, he heard Sammy say to Y/N in a hushed voice, "I’m here for you, Red, but you should have known better."

#imallexx #imallexx imagine #imallexx x reader #alex elmslie #alex elmslie imagine #alex elmslie x reader #internet sensation #memeulous #eboys #commentary crew

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all-things-fic · 6 years ago

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Need Your Love So Bad

Hi, you lovely lot. What have we got here? It’s short, it snappy. It involves a quickie. A husband!harry, a dad!harry. Happy Sunday, you babes. I’m now going to walk back into the darkness and get cracking on my longer pieces that are playing hard ball. Loads of love .x

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The sound of Fleetwood Mac’s, Need Your Love So Bad, filled your senses as it played from the other room. You were singing lightly under your breath to the music, so focused on neatly folding your husband “tighty whities” and sorting through the kids school uniforms for the week ahead, that the sight of your actual husband casually resting against the doorframe didn’t enter your psyche.

Harry watched silently, arms crossed over his white t-shirt and jogging bottoms covered in a sticky substance – he couldn’t tell you where it had come from - having finished dealing with your two small children that morning during breakfast. His eyes fell to the sway of your hips, as you moved from side to side, admiring the way the baggy t-shirt your wore exposed how you weren’t wearing a bra and how wrapped up you were in Mom Mode (as he called it), quickly leaning down to push another load of dirty clothes into your washing machine.

Your lips tilted up into a soft smile as you heard your children squealing with laughter from the living room. Whether it was from happiness or relief that they weren’t fighting for once, you couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but you didn’t care. It was Sunday. Sunday’s were family days and the way that the skies looked incredibly blue, a strong sunshine coming through the windows of you family home, it didn’t matter that half-term was over and the kids were back to school tomorrow. This February was shaping up nicely, very nicely in fact.

You yelped when you felt his strong arms slip around your waist from behind, his hips pressing against yours and meeting your sway without causing much to change.

“And when the lights are low, and its time to go, that’s when I need your love so bad,” he mumbled deeply against your shoulder, lips puckering into a faint couple of kisses, nose turning into your neck and inhaling deeply.

“You scared me, you prat,” you laughed, slightly tapping his hands, still swaying. He smiled, you could feel his lips against your skin.

“’M’sorry,” his voice meshed against your skin – not sorry at all – his hand sliding down to your hips and massaging lightly. “Breakfast stuff’s washed-“

You hummed your thanks to him. “They sound happy-“

“Daddy may have told them they can watch television for a little longer this morning,” he pulled his face away from your neck, his mischievous eyes sparkling down at you.

“Did he?” you mused, head tilting to the side slightly, “And why’d he do that?”

“Why’d you think?”

Harry slid his hand around the front of your joggers, playfully toying with the drawstrings at the front and enjoying the way that you head fell back against his shoulder. “So why don’t you give it up, and bring it home to me-“ he sang, nosing along your skin and trying to shove the collar of his t-shirt further down your shoulder to expose the soft skin of your clavicle.

“Hey,” you started to protest, voice already breathy at the thought of your husband taking you over the top of the washer, when he slipped his hand underneath your waistband, it resting flat against your lower stomach. “They could walk right in here-“

“They won’t,” he counter argued, without much of an argument.

“You don’t know that,” you backed up against him, feeling him pressed against your right bum cheek.

“Let’s switch Mom Mode off, shall we?,” he coaxed, pressing against you more so he could take the loosely held school uniform jumper out of your hands to drop it back into the laundry basket. “Daddy thinks Mommy needs this. Does Mommy agree?” he hummed, nudging his nose into your cheek, his mouth parted so you could feel his wet and warm breath as he breathed in little pants of anticipation.

This was wild for you now. The possibility of quickly shagging in your utility room, halfway through finishing up laundry without a lock on the door and the likelihood of your five year old son walking in on the two of you because his little sister was trying to shove something up her nose again. You swore she took after Harry for that because you were pretty certain that you were a “graceful little girl who never had as much as bruise or scratch upon her legs.”

But God, yes, you needed this.

“Does Mommy want Daddy to bend her over the top of the washing machine that she so desperately wanted because of the thirty different washing options it had, including the setting that removed creases so she didn’t have to worry about the fuckin’ ironing-“

You could’ve slapped him for that one, feeling the way he smirked as he took the piss out of your excitement for something that made you realise just how much of a wife and a mom you had become.

However, you mouth was suddenly incredibly dry, your mind elsewhere as you harshly swallowed while you looked at Harry from the corner of your eye. His brow was furrowed as he kept his eyes closed and waited for you to respond.

“Answer me,” he whispered, heavily, eyes opening to meet yours. Big and blinking slowly back at him. His lips felt heavy, pressed against the corner of your mouth as your joggers beginning to feel looser around your hips with Harry undoing the draw strings.

“Y’want me to shag you?” he pressed forward with a gentle rock, his kisses moving down your jaw as you closed your eyes. “’Aven’t shagged your properly since I got ‘ome, wha’ kinda husband does that make me, ‘ey?” he breathed against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the skin.

“The shit kind,” you joke, Harry playfully jostling your hips with his hands before you squealed, laughing lightly as he manoeuvred you so your body was bent forward, cheek pressed against the black granite of your utility room, stomach pressed awkwardly against the front of your washing machine.

Your palms slid over the counter, trying to find something to hold you steady and there was a bit of a clatter as you knocked over detergent, that luckily for you still had the lid on.

Laughing against the work surface, you heard Harry shushing you around his own chuckle. “Fuck me, love,” he breathed as his laughter died down and he pressed his forehead in between your shoulder blades. “Don’t do things by halves, do yer?”

As he raised up, you looked at him, the way his hair was messy and flopping into his eyes. His gaze moved from where he continued to rock into your covered bum cheek, up to meet yours.

Tight against the counter, his hands slid up and under your baggy t-shirt, tugging messily at the joggers and your underwear, feeling them slide down your legs. His hands pawed at your skin, tugging you closer to him. “You’re so sexy to me, y’know tha’?” he murmured, shuffling behind you, “Drive me fuckin’ mad, all the time-“

He stepped away, no more than half a step, and muffled his groan as he tugged at his own joggers and left them halfway down his thighs, resting under his arse cheeks as he exposed his leaking cock to the cool air. His hand bunched up your shirt, pushing it up so it sat against the middle of your back and revealled your arse so openly to him.

You tried to make it so you could see him clearer from over your shoulder, but it was no use. You could just about make out the way his right shoulder moved as he worked himself up, his hand pressing down at the bottom of your back to try and get you to arch in that way that he liked.

“You’re gonna love every minute of this,” he started, voice a bit frantic now but confident in its delivery, “gotta be quick-“ you could feel him bobbing behind you, his hand sliding his cock between your folds as he slipped his head into you, this low groan leaving the back of his throat. And then the pressure returned as he pressed forward, all the way into you in one long, smooth stroke that burned slightly, thanks the lack of time that had meant loving each other had had to slide.

He tried to fight the way you arched up from the counter, head falling against your forearm with the breathiest cry he’d ever heard from you. His public bone tapped against your arse, and he took to dropping down against the back of your shoulder to get you to comply with him.

“Keep that arse nice ‘n high for me, darlin’,” he requested, as you fell lax against the counter again.

And while you were lackadaisical in how you lay there and took it, there was nothing Sunday morning or leisurely about the way he worked behind you. The rhythm of his hips, the ragged breathing that hit the top of your back, as he dipped down and rocked back up, pressing forward, completely relentless and unapologetic for it.

“You listenin’ to Peter Green tell you all the words that your husband wants to say but would much rather show his fuckin’ gorgeous wife,” he grunted, making mention to the music that continued to play, watching the way your mouth fell, your knees knocking against the door of the washing machine with a bang that was without doubt going to leave a bruise or two.

“S’better than sorting out the fuckin’ washing, hmm?” Harry ground out, teeth baring as he harshly breathed and tried to move the hair that had fallen into your face away with his nose.

“Yes,” you whined, hunching forward as your raised up on your forearms, head hanging. Harry groaned at the new angle, his hand coming up to grip at your left shoulder, cupping at the area of skin where your neck and shoulder met. “Fuck, H, that’s-“

“’s’fuckin’ good, in’it”, he agreed breathlessly, taking the words right out of your mouth. And you wished you could see him, even with you head down, eyes just about making out the way his hips were moving behind you, as his hand tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt, trying to bunch the fabric up around his stomach. He growled when he failed, but not wanting to stop to remove it completely.

As you looked up you could almost make out his reflection, which was slightly obscured in the kitchen tile, but better than nothing at all.

“Show me ‘em”, he begged, falling into you again, his chin digging into your neck as he peered over your shoulder to see your front. You roughly push your t-shirt up and he grabbed for the bottom on shirt to keep it from dropping and covering your breasts against. He groaned, as he saw the way your breasts moved as he thrusted up, before he pulled back and his eyes drop down.

Spoilt for choice, Harry was mesmerised by the swell of your arse as it bounced from each powerful thrust, the way you were trying to get a bit of control as you gripped to his hip from behind and he brought his hand down to curl around the top of your arm and squeezed, only slightly. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and his lips parted with pants. His hand came down to tap your arse cheek, lightly.

You caved in and fell forward again, your now sweaty forehead falling down to the cool black granite, as you whined while you ground and backed up onto him, “Do it properly.”

“Wha’s tha’-“ he questioned, teeth gritted.

“Do it nicely,” you pushed back again, a bit brazen questioning the way he had delivered the slap and sighing as you felt his hand smoothing over your arse cheek before gripping at the flesh. This time the slap was a little harsher, a bit sharper with its blow.

“S’tha’ what y’wanted?” he muttered as you dropped your head again and nodded the minute the smack had been given, another low whimper of his name. “Always give you wha’ you want, don’t I, darlin’? Have me in the palm of your hand, don’t ya? Look at me-”

His request was soft, as you turned to look at him with glazed eyes. It was the first time you’d seen his flushed out skin, the way his jawline appeared sharper and his lips that much more pink.

“Fuck me, you look good,” he groaned, nostrils flaring as he fought to calm his breathing. “You comin’ on me,” and you whined slightly shaking your head no as you looked at him with pleading eyes. He chuckled, dirtily - he knew differently - as he dropped forward. “I think you are,” he mouthed, his hips continuing to press into you as your thighs started shake. “Darlin’, you’re killin’ me-“

“Oh god,” you cried out, eyes falling and nostrils flaring as you breathed deeply. You were vaguely aware of Harry falling closer to you, his nose in your cheek again as rumbles came from his chest, against your back, with low groans that were encouraging you to let go. Specks of light appeared in your vision and with your mouth agape, he heard the way your moans started to become louder, his hand cupping up around your jaw and trying to cover your mouth.

“Need t’be quieter, love,” he warned, his own groans getting the better of him as his mouth fell open against your cheek.

Your entire body tingled as you heard him swearing as you began to come around him, you knew he was right there with you. “Fuck me,” he gritted, “’m comin’- comin’” and you were just about there enough to rock back against him as he choked your name out in this wet whimper against your skin.

His weight was heavy against you as you both hunched over the work surface, Harry’s cock softening inside if you, while you tried to catch your breath.

“Christ almighty,” he panted against your shoulder blade. “Have no idea where the fuck that came from-“ you were mid chuckle when the bang on the other side of the door caused you both to jump out of your skin.

“Mommy,” you heard, followed by what seems to be the starting of a cry.

“’M coming,” you responded, feeling Harry smirk against your skin as you slapped him lightly when he rose to stand alongside you but didn’t detach his front from your back. “Stop it-“

“Stop wha’-“

You cut your eyes to him, as this boyish stare with twinkling eyes looked back at you. He should not have looked endearing right now – with his haphazard hair and flushed cheeks – especially not with the performance he just put in.

“You’re welcome, Mommy-“ he kisses you lips gently, murmuring those words against them before tapping your bare arse again and sending you on your way, reminding you with a jibing comment to pull your joggers up before you go.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles one shot #Harry Styles Fan Fiction #harry styles fanfiction #harry fic #harry writing #harry styles drabble #harry styles concept #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles blurb

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eyeraze · 5 years ago

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BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR CHARACTER.

[ COLORS ] red. crimson. vermilion. tomato. burgundy. brown. tan. beige. ochre. sienna. orange. peach. tangerine. marigold. amber. yellow. citrine. mustard. butter. daffodil. green. lime. mint. emerald. olive. blue. royal blue. teal. navy. sky. purple. lilac. mauve. plum. amethyst. pink. coral. magenta. rose. blush. black. jet. ebony. licorice. bistre. white. ivory. snow. vanilla. champagne. grey. dove grey. charcoal grey. slate. ash. pastels. jewel tones.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. fog. wood.

[ BODY ] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. cheekbones. feline. pointed ears. chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. weak. struggling. athletic. lithe. curls.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. words. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. phasers. pistols. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staff. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. peace. rifles. cannons. mind.

[ MATERIALS ] gold. silver. platinum. copper. bronze. iron. rust. steel. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. quartz. metals. glass. shell. bone. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. ichor. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. vinyl. carbon nanotubes. circuits. vibranium. adamantium.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. stream. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. woods. hills. highlands. islands.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. vultures. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. songbirds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. deer. dogs. rabbits. mantises. crows. ravens. mice. jackals. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. foxes. phoenixes. peacocks. coyote. bears. seals.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. soda. spices. herbs. apple. citrus. raspberry. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. gingerbread. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. stew. venison. rice. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. reading. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. swimming. theater. libraries. magazines. piano. violin. cello. guitar. lute. mandolin. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking. stargazing. fortune-telling.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. barefoot. heels. leggings. trousers. khakis. jeans. skirt. shorts. earrings. necklace. collar. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. bracers. belt. layers. bandana. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. sweaters. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visors. eye contacts. makeup. implant. artificial parts. robes. t-shirts. henleys. athletic shirt. joggers. tennis shoes. cargo pants. shawl.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. seascape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. fatigue. energetic. manipulation. faith. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. chronic pain. assistants. somnambulism. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. devotion. smoking. drugs. drinking. kindness. love. hugs. time. questions

Tagged: @mcsplodey (thank you !!) Tagging: @naimitsuno @dyingmight @pyrenji @kanshouku @helsaiwa @karitxriki @corpsevil @riotlike @yunihn (steal this from me I dare you do it do it do it)

#(HEADCANON) And miles to go before I sleep #THANKS FOR THE TAG #i love doing these tbh cfvghbjn

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hyperdxntia · 5 years ago

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BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR CHARACTER.

[COLORS] red. crimson. vermilion. tomato. burgundy. brown. tan. beige. ochre. sienna. orange. peach. tangerine. marigold. amber. yellow. citrine. mustard. butter. daffodil. green. lime. mint. emerald. olive. blue. royal blue. teal. navy. sky. purple. lilac. mauve. plum. amethyst. pink. coral. magenta. rose. blush. black. jet. ebony. licorice. bistre. white. ivory. snow. vanilla. champagne. grey. dove grey. charcoal grey. slate. ash. pastels. jewel tones.

[ELEMENTS] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. fog. wood.

[BODY] claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. cheekbones. feline. pointed ears. chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. weak. struggling. athletic. lithe. curls.

[WEAPONS] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. words. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. phasers. pistols. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staff. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. peace. rifles. cannons. mind.

[MATERIALS] gold. silver. platinum. copper. bronze. iron. rust. steel. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. quartz. metals. glass. shell. bone. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. ichor. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. vinyl. carbon nanotubes. circuits. vibranium. adamantium.

[NATURE] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. stream. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. woods. hills. highlands. islands.

[ANIMALS] lions. tigers. wolves. panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. vultures. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. songbirds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. deer. dogs. rabbits. mantises. crows. ravens. mice. jackals. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. foxes. phoenixes. peacocks. coyote. bears. seals.

[FOODS/DRINKS] sugar. salt. candy. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. soda. spices. herbs. apple. citrus. raspberry. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. gingerbread. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. stew. venison. rice. ambrosia. bread.

[HOBBIES] music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. reading. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. swimming. theater. libraries. magazines. piano. violin. cello. guitar. lute. mandolin. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking. stargazing. fortune-telling.

[STYLE] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. barefoot. heels. leggings. trousers. khakis. jeans. skirt. shorts. earrings. necklace. collar. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. bracers. belt. layers. bandana. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. sweaters. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visors. eye contacts. makeup. implant. artificial parts. robes. t-shirts. henleys. athletic shirt. joggers. tennis shoes. cargo pants. shawl.

[MISC] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. seascape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. fatigue. energetic. manipulation. faith. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. chronic pain. assistants. somnambulism. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. devotion. smoking. drugs. drinking. kindness. love. hugs. time. questions

tagged by: yoinked it from @lovsiik

tagging: yoink it from me, cowards

#|| memes ||#|| empty thoughts ||#Long Post #cw alcohol mention #ask to tag #this was really fun and oddly in depth!!!!

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goneriloved-a · 5 years ago

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BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR CHARACTER.

Tagged by: no one... stole it from @yunihn.

#˗ˏˋ ❤️ ———— you wouldn't want to hurt a helpless girl like me . [ headcanon ] .#( i just. went wild with this because it was super fun )

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honestsycrets · 6 years ago

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No Thieves Welcome XV: Find Your Voice

❛ pairing | hvitserk x reader

❛ type | multi

❛ summary | reader takes part of the ragnarssons out to go dress shopping where hvitserk notices something peculiar…

❛ warnings | verbal argument

❛ sy’s notes | it begins.

Hvitserk didn’t mean to tune out talk of fancy ass suits. First, the blue one that made his skin crawl, then the vest that made him feel like a straight out blueberry. He had so many other things on his mind then stuffy ties that would cut off his breathing. Some masochistic motherfucker had come up with suits. He was fully ready to jump out of this shit as soon as he put it on. It was tight. Really tight.

“Shit, uncle.” He sneers, waving his fingers to snap Rollo’s hand from the tie that was making him choke. They snap back.

The light in his uncle’s eyes glistened almost pridefully of his nephew. Hvitserk let you tend to these ins and outs of picking an outfit to complement yours. With the help of his family of course. Rollo suggested no more blueberries, thank fuck. This was the nicest you’d see him, he barked earlier. The moment he was home he’d probably flick the suit off for his joggers and comfortable hoodies.

“Keep still,” his uncle says, drawing the tie into a knot that sits just “right” against his throat. “We’re almost done.”

“You keep still.” Hvitserk huffs, breath hitching in his throat. He flicks his fingers in agitation at his uncle. Stupid prom, he thinks. “At least I fuckin’ got some with her dress. I ain’t gettin’ shit stuck here with you.”

“You fucked her in the dressing room?” Rollo states, dully.

“It’s not fuckin’ if I just had a snack.”

“Of course you did.” Rollo turns his head. “You’re a Ragnarsson. Just like your father and I, Sigurdarsons. We fucked Lagertha in--”

“I don’t wanna know.” Hvitserk rushes out, erasing that mental image from his head. Not that Lagertha was a bad looking woman, in fact, his milf kink had to come somewhere. Though, he’s not sure if that was his barefoot and pregnant mother that grew his attraction to mothers or Lagertha’s single mom do it all, fuck you attitude that--

“Baby?”

You’re at the door. He smoothes over the sleek, dark suit. It’s a lot of black. From the smooth slacks towards the tight charcoal vest that sits on top of a black belt. He bends his head down, smoothing his hand over the deep blue button up. Then bending his head he looks down to his scratched up sneakers. With a squeak of his shoes, he steps out of the room.

“Hey…” He whispers. Your hands wander over his arms, accented by his skinny suit. Your glossy lips part, a warm puff of breath marking your excitement. Hvitserk brings his hand up, curling your dyed lock of hair around his fingertips. “What do you think?”

It’s incredible. It’s hot. It’s sexy.

Had you said it?

Your cheeks heat, turning your hand down his pantleg. Hvitserk jerks, almost unexpectant of your fingers massaging his shaft as soon as you found it behind the smooth slacks. You tippy toe, kissing just under his ear by his jaw.

“It’s so good baby.” You say, giggling until your eyes catch Rollo’s smug smile behind his nephew. You flutter your eyelashes and settle back flat upon your feet. Hvitserk’s hand lurches around your waist, stroking your stomach with his thumb. His sweet twins.

“Finally like it?” He asks.

“All but for the shoes.”

“Gimme a hit of that fine ass and I’ll think about it.” Hvitserk remarks.

“It’s still a no.” You sing and stop walking on tile. You turn to look at him with annoyance by propping your eyebrows up on your forehead. By the time you reach the area where Magnus was up on a slightly elevated black platform, Hvitserk flings up his hands, squeaking to a stop.

“What?” He laughs. “I went from having a lotta ass-- to no ass.”

“You get plenty of kittie.”

“It’s not the same.” He says, whining in some regard before looking to his brothers. Ubbe and Bjorn fuss over their brother while Ivar and Sigurd are nowhere in sight. Bjorn straightens out his suit jacket while Magnus cringes with an unctuous look splashed across his face. Rollo clips behind the two of you and settles in his seat. Without prompting, you leave Hvitserk’s side and step up to Magnus. He’s fiddling with his hands despite his mouth having gone dry, anxious with all of his brother’s eyes on him.

This is the family that he always longed for. Being adopted left him without a family for so long. Aethelred and Alfred were good… a great, awesome family. But it wasn’t the same. It felt different when they were there together.

“It looks good.” You reassure Magnus, taking his hands in yours to soothe the frantic shake. Hvitserk stands back, watching the sensation of peace sooth him like a wave, almost emanating. He blinks, slow and cautious past the familiar… anxiety brewing in his belly. The spike of hate from someone… touching you. Magnus is ensconced in the moment that he felt robbed of. What if--

No. You didn’t love Magnus.

You didn’t want Magnus.

A moment later, bitter iron spills into his mouth. His meaty inner cheek burns with a raw ache. The squeaking of Rollo’s chair causes him to twitch, looking down from Magnus’s face down to your hands in his. He catches himself in a long season of quiet, his gaze still upon his half-brother’s slender hands. Then, he catches something beyond his aforementioned jealousy.

A scar. Almost a fissure scratching down from the web of his thumb and index finger. Hvitserk outlines subsequent scars with his eyes not once, or twice, but over and over. They… aren’t what he thinks they are. The small scratches, almost like claws, are just happenstance. He could be cutting and that, Hvitserk thinks, would be preferable to what he suspected.

“Let’s get measured.”

Thora’s gurgling.

Ubbe comes to stand beside him, arms folded one over another. He shakes Hvitserk. It almost causes him to stagger. Magnus steps off the platform and toward the dressing rooms with jaunty steps.

Her cold, lifeless eyes. Almost a shell.

“Hvit-- Yeah.”

He cuts off his brother, baring you a short smile as he curtails with sluggish and languid steps back to the dressing rooms.

I’ll be in with you two shortly, claims the short chubby man off to fetch his things. Hvitserk sits against the wall watching his brother. His anxious eyes crease into small crescent moons, fakely sweet.

“How did you get them?”

Magnus flicks his head back, curls bouncing. “What?”

“How did you get those fuckin’ scars on your gotdamn hands.” It’s a statement. Accusatory. Hvitserk knows that his brother is rebounding an answer when he doesn’t immediately answer. It’s almost as if he’s debating which of his two or three so-called excuses will sound the most believable.

“I-- I-- Margrethe.” He blurts out at once. “Margrethe needed help.”

Good one. Half believable. Blame the crazy woman, Hvitserk thinks. If he were Bjorn, maybe he would eat it. Ubbe and he had serious doubts about his paternity. It wasn’t as if the stripper of strippers, Queen Kwenthrith hadn’t been with enough men in her lifetime.

“Help with what?”

The words sour. Hvitserk staggers up to leer down at the smaller of his brothers. There’s no talk of bowling or sweetness between brother and brother. This time, there’s only the spite left on his tongue. Where oh where is that suit attendant now?

“Cat.” He blurts out. Except, Margrethe didn’t have a cat. Or, if she did, not anymore.

Hvitserk leans back, raising his head to look down in indignant annoyance at his brother. He tries to reason with himself. Not here, not now. You were out there. You would be there to hear if his little fuckface cried wolf. If there was one thing that Hvitserk was certain of… it was that you were not going to break up with him again. Not over this little bitch in front of him. He cracks a smile.

“I bet you miss (Y/N), don’t you?” Hvitserk drawls out with an intuitive smile. “You haven’t seen her in a long time.”

“You’ve been hogging her,” he says in a click of his tongue. Hvitserk’s head tilts, looking for the expression behind his flaxen curls. The shadows of his hair hides it from him.

“Boyfriends do that. I’m the one she wants. When she wakes up in the morning, it's me. When she sleeps, it’s me. And when she motherfucking gives birth, guess whose babies those are?”

Magnus clicks his dry throat as he attempts to swallow, backing up until his back hits the faux wall. In a bode of confidence, Magnus looks up, biting the tears that bubble at the side of his eyes. He frowns at the thought. Oh, Hvitserk can see it in his eye. His breathing hitches and he swallows it, dropping his hand back to sway against the wall behind him.

“Yo-- You’re just a boyfriend,” he dares say. “She doesn’t ne--need a boyfriend.”

“With twins?” Hvitserk draws out a deep laugh. “You’ve never had kids, huh? No siblings? No, right… I forgot, your mother is dead. You’ve never had any. In fact, I’m not altogether sure you’re even my brother.”

Hvitserk wins when the tears stream over Magnus’s round cheeks, dripping down onto the suit that Bjorn said looked so right for him. If there was ever a warning, here it was. He considers Magnus with a sharp look. Hvitserk knows. He’s spent too long, way too long waiting to do this. He should have put Magnus in his place and kept this bubbling idiot in his place long ago.

“She needs me. So I’m makin’ her my wife before she pushes out my fuckin’ kids.”

“N-No.”

“Say that again.” Hvitserk’s head turns, twisting so close now that Magnus can feel the brush of his lips against his, spitting with his hate for him. There’s a knock on the door, two rasps before the man clears his throat. He feels the weight of Hvitserk’s words, the threat behind it. Still, he carries on.

“I said no.”

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ironshell90 · 18 days ago

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womenofice · 5 years ago

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BOLD: Most frequent, Definitely

Italics: Conditional or Private

Cross Out: Hell. No.

Sabella Ivarstead.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. words. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. pistols. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staff. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. peace. rifles. cannons. mind.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. tigers. wolves. panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. vultures. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. songbirds. monkeys. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. deer. dogs. rabbits. mantises. crows. ravens. parrots. chickens/roosters. mice ((her only response is “fucking skeevers”)). jackals. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. foxes. phoenixes. peacocks. coyote. bears.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. water. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. soda. spices. herbs. apple. citrus. raspberry. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. gingerbread. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. stew. venison. rice. ambrosia. bread.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. swimming. theater. libraries. magazines. piano. violin. cello. guitar. lute. mandolin. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking. stargazing.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. barefoot. heels. leggings. trousers. khakis. jeans. skirt. shorts. earrings. necklace. collar. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. bracers. belt. layers. bandana. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. bracers. sweaters. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visors. eye contacts. makeup. implant. artificial parts. robes. t-shirts. henleys. athletic shirt. joggers. tennis shoes. cargo pants.

[ MISC ] balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. fatigue. energetic. manipulation. faith. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. chronic pain. assistants. somnambulism. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. devotion. smoking. drugs. drinking. kindness. love. hugs. time. questions.

Tagged by: Stolen from @bitofthisandthat

Tagging: Everybody!!

#sabella ivarstead

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kabaneking · 5 years ago

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BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR CHARACTER.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. swimming. theater. libraries. magazines. piano. violin. cello. guitar. lute.mandolin. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking. stargazing. fortune-telling.

Tagged by: I stoleded it from myself

Tagging: whoever

#whats in your head zombie: hc

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tender-esper · 5 years ago

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BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR CHARACTER.

[COLORS]

red. crimson. vermilion. tomato. burgundy. brown. tan. beige. ochre. sienna. orange. peach. tangerine. marigold. amber. yellow. citrine. mustard. butter. daffodil. green. lime. mint. emerald. olive. blue. royal blue. teal. navy. sky. purple. lilac. mauve. plum. amethyst. pink. coral. magenta. rose. blush. black. jet. ebony. licorice. bistre. white. ivory. snow. vanilla. champagne. grey. dove grey. charcoal grey. slate. ash. pastels. jewel tones.

[ELEMENTS]

fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. fog. wood.

[BODY]

claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. fur. feathers. scales. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. cheekbones. feline. pointed ears. chubby. curvy. short. tall. muscular. slender. trained. piercings. tattoos. strong. weak. struggling. athletic. lithe. curls.

[WEAPONS]

fists. sword. dagger. spear. scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. words. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. phasers. pistols. machine guns. slingshots. katana. maces. staff. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. peace. rifles. cannons. mind.

[MATERIALS]

gold. silver. platinum. copper. bronze. iron. rust. steel. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. quartz. metals. glass. shell. bone. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. satin. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. ichor. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. vinyl. carbon nanotubes. circuits. vibranium. adamantium.

[NATURE]

grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. stream. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. woods. hills. highlands. islands.

[ANIMALS]

lions. tigers. wolves. panthers. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. vultures. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. songbirds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. deer. dogs. rabbits. mantises. crows. ravens. mice. jackals. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. foxes. phoenixes. peacocks. coyote. bears. seals.

[FOODS/DRINKS]

sugar. salt. candy. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. soda. spices. herbs. apple. citrus. raspberry. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. gingerbread. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. stew. venison. rice. ambrosia. bread.

[HOBBIES]

music. art. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. technology. swimming. theater. libraries. magazines. piano. violin. cello. guitar. lute.mandolin. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. trumpet. flute. drums. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. eating. climbing. running. hiking. stargazing. fortune-telling.

[STYLE]

lingerie. armor. cape. dress. suit. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. barefoot. heels. leggings. trousers. khakis. jeans. skirt. shorts. earrings. necklace. collar. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. neck tie. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. bracers. belt. layers. bandana. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. sweaters. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visors. eye contacts. makeup. implant. artificial parts. robes. t-shirts. henleys. athletic shirt. joggers. tennis shoes. cargo pants. shawl.

[MISC]

balloons. bubbles. cityscape. landscape. seascape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. fatigue. energetic. manipulation. faith. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. chronic pain. assistants. somnambulism. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. devotion. smoking. drugs. drinking. kindness. love. hugs. time. questions.

Tagged by: @mxleured and stolen from @centeri and @youngestofendeavor

Tagging: STEAL!! BE THEIWFF

#)) This took me a while. ((#tw long post //#Truth ~ Headcanons #Mentor in session ~ Arla

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