#no matter how bad you both would love that

[shanefuckingscott]

Sevika Headcanons 🦾

🚫Men and Minors DNI🚫

What I think Sevika would be like generally. a little bit of switch Sevika. 🦾

SFW:

She can cook well. She just doesn't cook OFTEN. I think that's something people don't get, but I think she's a good cook.

If you can't cook, she'll happily cook for the both of you.

If you can't, she'll probably most definitely make fun of you for not knowing how to use a knife, but she'll be happy to cook for you.

As long as you wash the dishes.

She does not have a type at all. Physical appearance? None. All she wants is someone competent, and someone that is okay with her not being home as much. But she does make it up to you.

If you have long hair, she'll braid it, and even help you oil your scalp once in awhile, like her mother taught her to.

If you have short and buzzed hair, she likes to run her hand through the freshly buzzed hair, and also like to help you oil your scalp.

Amazing with henna. You once bought her some henna, and she teared up a little bit, since it's been a long time since she's ever done henna on herself, ever since her mom died.

She decorates you with henna once in awhile, during her free time, and she likes to teach you about her culture that her mom has passed down onto her, and you help her heal her inner child by doing that.

You like to get her in touch of her culture, and she likes you even more because of that. In Zaun, there's not much of a place for sentimentality, but this, her culture, her mother is a part of her, and you like to remind her that with what happens everyday, she's still herself. That she's not just a woman fighting for the freedom of Zaun, that she's also herself.

She tends to forget that, after all.

TOUCH STARVED AS HELL.

Won't let just anyone touch her, only you, though.

She's actually really clingy. I mean, REALLY clingy. You'd be surprised. Of course, she still has a reputation to maintain, but even so, she doesn't shy away from showing you love outside the comfort of your own home.

Her love languages are definitely Acts of Service, Physical Touch, and Gift Giving.

She likes to do small things for you, like make you a cup of coffee in the morning. Charge your phone, when you're asleep. Give you a massage when you had a particularly bad day.

I lied. It's not small things, she does EVERYTHING for you. Opening doors wherever you go. Helping you change out of your clothes when you're drunk. Carrying you wherever, when your feet feel tired. Anything, you name it.

For gift giving, she likes getting you stuff that remind her of you. Like, a particular flower, or trinket, that she thinks you'll love, she'll find a way to get it. If she can't however, she'll just tell you about it. "I saw a butterfly. Reminded me of you" Anything.

Sometimes, when she goes away for long periods of time, you better expect 2 things. 1. she'll come home with alot of bruises and cuts. 2. She brought food, or a little trinket.

When Sevika is out for a work trip, she'll call you the whole way there, until she has to get off the trainz and actually do business.

Hates, hates, hates when you're the one going out, and it's her rest day. She's not stopping you from having your own life, she's just a baby that wants your undivided love and attention. And who are you to deny her of such?

Not often jealous, but extremely possessive.

I lied, she is a bit jealous, but not because she doesn't trust you. She doesn't trust other people.

One time you were out at night and a guy catcalled you. Ooh, boy, let's just say he was beyond saving at that point.

She's EXTREMELY loyal. That actually goes without saying, but just wanted to put that out there.

And you're as loyal to her as she is to you. That's what she admires so much about you, not just the love, but the loyalty, and how she knows that you're always on her side, and you'll choose her no matter what.

She loves, loves, loves it when you cut her hair. You're the only person besides a barber that can touch her hair.

She's really careful of not hitting, or crushing you with her robotic hand, and at first, she doesn't even touch you with it. But when you show her it's okay, and you're not scared of her, she loosens up a bit, and lets you hold it. With caution.

She likes it when you caress her face, and absolutely loves it when you kiss her knuckles. Even on her robotic hand.

She giggles like a little girl, when you two are alone. It's kind of cute to see her that way. That's her way of showing her vulnerability.

She loves drama. There's alot of perks of being the right hand woman. She gets to hear everything going on in Zaun. Although she is a quiet woman, she'll tell you everything that happened throughout the day, any drama that she comes across, and you guys laugh together about it. "Did you know (name) and (name) just got divorced?! Turns out (name) was a cheating prick!" She gossips to you. you of course match her energy, and be as shocked as her, "I fucking knew it!"

That was your bonding time with her. Yup, gossiping.

She sleeps with her on your chest, and you cuddle her head, and wrap your legs around her.

Her idea of a date is having you on top of her on the couch, as you both binge eat, and watch some horror together.

She is a bit of a scardey cat, when it comes to horror, so often times, her grip tightens on you, and she'll hide her face in your chest. You pause the movie, and comfort her, and change it to comedy, or something.

NSFW:

She's a bit of a switch.

She gets really turned on, when you comfort her in your chest though. Sometimes you think she just does it for the attention, but you don't seem to mind.

"You want me to change it, baby? Yeah?" You say, as you run your fingers through her hair. She nods. "mhm"

she says, and you change the channel immedietly. She flips the two of you, and now she's on top of you. You're now watching a dumb sitcom, and she's peppering your face with kisses.

You giggle at her antics, but don't try to stop her. "Oh, my baby, were you scared?" you coo at her, your legs high above the air, and you caress her face.

"Mhm, so scared." She says to you. She takes your sweater off, admiring the view. She's careful not to crush you with her bionic arm, as she goes down, and licks you nipples, and sucks them, and plays with the other tit with her other hand.

She likes making you moan, the louder the better. When you try to put a pillow over your head, or you try to use your hand to cover your mouth, she's grabbing it away from your mouth, to let you moan freely, and loudly.

"mhm, s-sev! More!" She likes it when you're needy, fucking loves it when you beg. "S-sevi, please!"

She can't say no to you that long, so she gives in almost immedietly, right after she teases the fuck out of you.

She takes your pants off, and sniffs your panties. (Yes, we got ourselves a panty sniffer, but it's okay, it's her, and we love her.)

"Y-you're such a perv!" and with that, she throws your panties somewhere on the floor, and she spreads your legs apart. You moan. She takes a good look at your wet cunt.

She takes a finger, and runs it along your silky folds, "mhmm, se-vika! s-stop teasing!" She smirks at you, and she finally goes down, not giving you a second to process that she's taking a stripe of your cunt. "A-ah, hmm, sev-ika, yo-u fe-el so g-good"

you can barely speak properly.

she eats your pussy like its her last meal on earth, she just hits all the right spots, and you pull her hair a little harder, and moaning louder.

and just like that, you were about to cum. like magic. Her tongue should be kept in bars, for how good it feels, it's unfair.

"s-sevika, I'm cl-ose!" You moan out, your take your hand, and fondle your own tits, while you moan her name "se-sevika!!"

"Cum for me, baby, I want you to come in my mouth" she tells you. It's like a magic word at this point when she tells you to cum for her, you actually do.

"o-oh yes! hmm, fuck!" You throw your head back, your grip on her hair tightening, and you push her deeper, and deeper into your pussy.

You were practically drowning her. But you know this is what she wants. This is what she loves.

After awhile, when you calm down, you pull her up, and lean in for a deep kiss. You can actually taste yourself a bit in her mouth.

When you finally gain the energy, you smirk at her, "Now it's your turn baby~" You say to her, pushing her on to the couch, and make her lay there. You position yourself between her thighs, and you pull per pants off.

You take a whiff of her sex, and she smells absolutely amazing. You take your time with her, your tongue slow, sensual, and you taste every part of her. When she moves around alot, that's when you decide to take your hand, and wrap it around her legs, and hips, to keep her from pushing. She's pulling back, little by little as she gets closer and closer.

You pull her back, practically wrestling her, "You're not going anywhere, Sevi" You say firmly, and get back to what you're eating. She huffs, and whimpers, and she grips your hair tightly, her body stiffening up, and you can feel her grind herself on your tongue, you let her dance for a bit, until she's almost close. You put 2 fingers in her pussy, and pump it fast and hard, in contrast to the slow, and sensual licking of her clit.

She's grinding more and more now, her grip ever so slightly getting harder, and harder. "F-fuck, princess, you're s-so fuck-ing good, mhm, I'm almost there!" She sobs, you smile while eating her out, and maintain eye contact with her, you pull back and slowly finger her, just teasing her a little bit. She whines even more. "Hmm, baby, I want you to look at me when I make you cum. Got that?" She looks at you flustered, and she nods.

You smirk, and you put your mouth back on her, and your fingers pump faster and faster, and there she is trying her best not to throw her head back.

"c'm fr m, bby" You say while you suck and lick her clit.

And with that, her body convulses, her head thrown back, her eyes rolling in the back of her head, and she grinds on your face more, and more. You close your eyes, enjoying the tastes of her juices coming out, your fingers still fast, and your face getting soaked from her squirting cunt.

You pull back, and take your fingers out of her. You lick her clean, not missing a spot, and you make her suck on your fingers, as she pants, she opens her mouth, and suck it clean.

You get up, and get a towel for her, she's still experiencing the aftermath of her orgasm. "Enjoy yourself, baby?" You ask her teasingly with a smile on your face.

She rolls her eyes, and it honestly looks like she's making a sex face at you right now. You chuckle, and cuddle up to her naked, and she giggles at you.

"I love you so fucking much, Sevi." You look up at her, cupping her cheeks with your hand, and you went up to kiss the top of her head.

She's still catching her breath, bit alot calmer now, and she smiles at you. "and I love you, princess. Janna, that mouth of yours, huh?"

You both giggle for the night, and fell asleep just like that.

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Okay, so is it obvious I like writing switch Sevika, or not?

This was actually a bit of an emotional roller-coaster to write, but I kind of like it.

[softestqueeen]

passenger princess

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!tech analyst!reader

summary: After what happened and Aaron being unable to drive, you have the honor of driving him home. Too bad the little motel has only one room left - with one bed.

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, unprotected p in v, no real foreplay, aftercare, kissing, making out, fluff, the beatles ig, love confession, kinda aprupt ending (sorry guys, i'm tired)

wordcount: 3603 words

a/n: this is inspired by this post from @pastelpinkflowerlife! i loved the idea and hope I could do it justice! i peppered in some of my favourite tropes and smut ofc. (i'm just a girl) for the plot they are also not in NYC but a bit farther away, so i could make it a bit more realistic. enjoy <3

“He’s yours,” Derek told you with a shit eating grin while your smile dropped.

“What?”

“You get to drive Mr Grouchy over there home. He’s not cleared to fly yet because he almost busted his ear drum, so someone has to drive him. And that’s where you come in, sunshine. The rest of the team is already on their way to the airport. Here’s your car key.” His smile never faltered once as he flung the key at you.

“Oh, and by the way, Garcia has all your tech stuff, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Derek, we both know that that’s not what I’m worried about, but whatever, I’m not getting out of this, am I?” the whining in your voice was impossible to ignore.

“Nope, drive safe, princess,” and with that Derek turned around, got into another car, which was almost identical to the one you would have to drive and drove away.

You didn’t get any time to sulk, Aaron already walking up to where you were standing, a slight frown on his face that turned apologetic once he looked into your eyes. He felt genuinely bad for you.

“I’m sorry you’re stuck with me now. I bet that’s not how you anticipated to spend your weekend.”

“Oh, no it’s all right Hotch. I’m not really a fan of flying anyways, I’ve always preferred to be in the lair at Quantico.”

So, it was not actually that all right, because you had teeny tiny problem.

You had a huge crush on your boss, Aaron Hotchner.

From the moment you first laid eyes on his tall frame, his piercing eyes and oh those hands, you knew you were a goner. Since then, you were incredibly attracted to him, and you knew you would inevitably catch feelings for him. Which weren’t very promising conditions for driving in a small car with him. Especially when said person was one of the best profilers ever.

But you really don’t have a choice and if you were being completely honest you were glad that in some way or another could take care of him. You knew with how stubborn he could be it wouldn’t be easy, but you hoped he could at least relax a little bit. 

A moment of silence passed between the both of you before you decided to take a step towards the car.

Aaron was already on his way to the driver’s side, but that would not happen, not under your watch.

“I’m driving today. We both know you shouldn’t right now, and it won’t hurt you to sit back and relax a little bit. For once, let someone take care of you, please” the smile you sent him, made him begrudgingly agree. He’s always had a soft spot for you and your smile, especially because it always made everything seem a little lighter. No matter if it were a case, a profile, or any other conversation, you could turn his whole mood with just a simple smile. Oh, and don’t get him started about how he feels every time you beam at him.

Aaron still didn’t step away from the car, rather opening the door and holding it open for you.

Thanking him with a shy thanks you get into the car. Hotch closing the door behind you, walked in front of the car to get in himself.

Once you were both buckled in, you couldn’t hold the comment back that was burning on the tip of your tongue. It was a bold comment, especially from you, but you couldn’t help yourself.

“You’re like my passenger princess now for once,” and while that made you giggle, Aaron only shot you a slightly amused but still grumpy glare. You referred to the one time he called you that (also as a joke) when there was a local case about a year ago and he drove you back towards the head quarters. After you got hurt, he desperately needed to see you smile again and he definitely succeeded.

You started the car, put on the radio and now your little road trip could officially start.

Aaron could now properly look at you; the way your hair fell down your shoulders, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips, the blush on your cheeks, the way your lashes touched your cheeks every time you blinked. You were truly mesmerising.

The truth was – Aaron had feelings for you, the first time he saw you was like a slap in the face, your beauty taking his breath away. It was the first time he ever felt something akin to butterflies since he first met Haley back in high school and definitely the first time he considered romance again after her death. If he were being honest, he would have hired you even if you weren’t as good at your job, for completely selfish reasons. Fortunately, though, you were an outstanding agent and fit right in with Garcia, who would be your closest colleague. That day he couldn’t get you out of his head, and till this day he couldn’t.

But as long as he wasn’t 100% that you felt the same, he wouldn’t act on his feelings. As you were his employee it also wouldn’t sit right with him to possibly put you in an uncomfortable position or force you to do something you may didn’t want to do.

So, for now he would just keep on watching from afar, or as of now, rather from up close. He wasn’t too mad about you driving, that way you couldn’t pay him too much mind while he could fully concentrate on studying your face and committing it his mind.

A Beatles song coming on the radio, interrupted his train of thought. Before he could do it though, your hand reached out and increased the volume, the song now filling every inch of the car. And to Aarons absolute delight, he could hear your gentle voice singing along. Now he suddenly wished the music weren’t quite as loud, so he could hear you better, but he would take what he could get.

Once the Beatles have passed, the station played a lot of other stuff Aaron thought you wouldn’t really like or would be too young to know, but you knew the lyrics to all of the songs. Hotch assumed that you didn’t even realise that you were singing, which made the moment strangely more intimate. After about one and a half hours of driving, there was suddenly a loud metallic sounding noise, which made you both freeze.

You pulled over and got out of the car, Aaron immediately following suit. Once you’ve walked around the car, you saw exactly what caused the noise – you had a flat tire. Upon taking a closer look you could see that you must have driven over a nail, which was now stuck in said tire.

Aaron saw the issue as well. “Do we have a spare tire?”

“I have no idea, how about you check the trunk?”

“Good idea,” Aaron said, already on his way to the back of the car.

“Wait- Aaron, do you know how to change a tire?” you only now realised that you definitely did not know how to change one and you just prayed that he knew, because calling someone because of that would be a bit embarrassing. It would also prolong your stay at the side of the road, which also wouldn’t be ideal.

You probably didn’t realise what you said, but hearing his first name falling from your lips almost made Aaron blush like a schoolgirl. Usually, both of you kept a professional face, never using your frost names unless you were meeting after a case with the others.

Once Aaron had calmed down a bit, he came back with a spare tire and answered you, “Of course I know how to change one, don’t you?”

“Uhm- well, I never had to do it, and it also never happened to me before. I’m glad you know how to do it though,” the smile returned to your face, while Aaron got to work.

He encouraged you to watch and explained everything to you, even letting you fasten a few of the screws and rewarding you with a rare smile once the new tire was installed.

Finally, you went back to the car and resumed your journey. It all went well, but of course, it couldn’t stay like that for long.

From one moment to the other, it suddenly started raining like crazy, the roads slick from the rain. The journey would have taken a few hours that you planned to drive without any overnight breaks, but the rain made that almost impossible.

“Maybe we should stay the night somewhere and wait for the rain to stop,” Aarons gentle voice cut through your inner turmoil. It always scared you a bit that he could tell exactly what you were thinking without you saying a single word.

“That’s a good idea; I’ll stop at the next motel.”

Finally, the next exit neared, the storm only getting worse and worse by the minute. You were glad you finally got off the street, all of Reid’s statistics about car accidents in extreme weather conditions plaguing your mind.

You took the exit, the dingy motel not looking like the most comfortable, but it was the only shelter you could get at the moment.

After parking the car, the two of you grabbed your go-bags and hurried inside. From the inside the motel had the same shabby charme as on the outside. A bored looking teenager looked up as you approached the information desk. Hotch took over the talking, asking for two rooms.

“We only have one room available at the moment, we should have more tomorrow, though,” came from the boy, his voice unwaveringly monotone.

The two of you made short eye contact, your smile reassuring him that it was all right.

“It’s fine, we’ll take it.”

He handed over the key, Aaron leading the way to your room. After opening the door, he held it open for you, letting you take the first look at your little oasis. You froze in the middle of the doorway, the single queen-sized bed in the middle of the small room almost glaring at you. The flowery sheets that matched the dusty curtains just added to your horror.

“Are you alright?” came his voice through your brain fog, your legs immediately starting to move again.

“Oh, yea I’m fine, I just didn’t expect it.”

“Expect what?” he asked before stepping inside himself “Oh.”

You turned around, the mild shock evident in his voice.

“If you’d like I can sleep on the floor, if this arrangement makes you uncomfortable,” he immediately offered once you had fully turned around.

“There’s no way I’m letting you sleep on the floor with a damaged ear and bruised body. We’re both grown ups, if you don’t mind, we can share the bed,” you’d do anything to get that poor man off the floor, even if the thought of sharing a bed made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

He gives you a curt nod before offering you the bathroom first, claiming he still wanted to call Jack. You told him to send the little boy lots of kisses from you before taking your go bag and disappearing into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, brushing your teeth, and doing your short skin care routine, you step outside again. Aaron had taken off his jacket and tie, the top buttons of his shirt undone. He looked up once he heard the door open, his eyes wandering over your pyjama which only consisted of shorts and a baggy t-shirt, that barely covered you, your legs on fully display.

He realised he may have stared at you when you started moving again, taking a seat at the other side – your side – of the bed. Grabbing his own bag, Aaron disappeared wordlessly into the bathroom.

You prayed that you didn’t make him uncomfortable with your outfit, you didn’t think you had to share a room with anyone, especially not with him. Slipping under the covers, you take your book and start reading, quickly losing yourself in the pace of the book.

When Aaron had taken his shower and joined you in bed again, you tried your best to stay neutral. You put away your book, leaning over to your bed side table to turn off the light. He did the same, both of you covering yourselves with the blanket before wishing each other a good night.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, both exhausted from the intense case and long car ride. But you woke up not soon after, having slept for about two hours.

The first thing you noticed was a steady warmth against you and something heavy on your stomach. You opened around and turned your head, jut to see Aaron’s head in the crook of your neck, silently snoring while the creases absent from his usually frowny face. He was hugging your body and had apparently pulled you closer to him in his sleep. The contempt expression on his face kept you from waking him, though your eyes seemed to have disrupted his sleep.

Aaron opened his eyes, immediately feeling groggy. What was unusual though, was the warm body that he apparently had hugged to himself. The comfort of the position almost lulled him back to sleep when he felt eyes on him and remembered who he had pulled closer to him.

He raised his gaze, meeting your curious eyes, but not once did his grip on you falter.

“Didn’t take you for a cuddly guy, Hotchner,” your sleepy voice broke the silence, filling the space between you. Your faces were so close together, that Aaron could feel your breath fanning on his face, just how he was sure you felt him breathing against your neck just moments before.

After a quick laugh escape him, he pleaded with you. “Please, we are literally cuddling right now, please call me Aaron.” You calling him by his first name, would make the situation so much more intimate. It wouldn’t just be Hotch being a bit lonely and cuddling up to you while unconscious, it would mean so much more.

His comment made both of you laugh and after silence settled again neither of you could deny the tension now. Your eyes moved from his, to his lips before returning, a new hunger suddenly visible in your eyes.

Aaron got the cue and took the first step, leaning forward and connecting your lips. Your face was already so close to his that it didn’t take much to kiss you, only a small tilt of his face and a slight change of position on your part and you finally got what you dreamed of for years.

But it was so much better than you could ever imagine, his lips unbelievable soft and steady against yours, his lashes fluttering and hands wandering to your waist, holding you steadily against him. One of your hands finds it’s way to his chest, the other one gliding into the hairs on the back of his neck, holding him close to you.

Even though you started out slow, it didn’t take long to get a tad more heated. Hands started to wander, to explore and you could feel Aaron’s tongue running over your bottom lip, seeking entrance.

Instinctively you part your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth. Your tongues didn’t fight for dominance, they moved together, finding a rhythm in each other. Unfortunately, you had to breathe, so you reluctantly pulled away, Aaron’s lips chasing after yours.

You opened your eyes, immediately finding his, pupils blown wide, his breathing heavy.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice still groggy with sleep, though not at all uncertain.

“You, Aaron.” His name from your lips made something in him snap. He connected your lips again, before flipping you, so he was completely on top of you, covering your frame with his body.

Aarons lips parted from yours, now making their way over your face to your neck and slightly under the hem of your shirt, the feeling of his lips against your hot skin driving you insane. Before he could go any further though, you stopped him by fisting his sleep shirt and pulling him up to you again.

Now, you could also feel his arousal, his prominent bulge pressing against your thigh, making you whimper.

The man above you gave you a slightly puzzled look.

“I need you now, I don’t think I can wait any longer, Aaron,” your voice was breathy, but you made clear what you wanted, because you knew Aaron would give it to you. The thought made your heart rate increase even more, if possible.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” the nickname made you swoon, though his lips on yours served a quick distraction.

 His hands started to wander again, halting at the waistband of your sleep shorts. Before he could even pull away you were already nodding your hand and burying your hands in his hair. Aaron let his hand slide under the waistband, finally making contact with your heat.

You let out a moan once he let his middle finger slide through your folds, the sensation almost too much. He withdrew his hand to pull the shorts down and you were quick to kick them off.

Now, Aaron pulled down the waistband of his own pants, freeing his impressive length. He wasn’t just long, but also just the right kind of girthy and veiny. You couldn’t help yourself, one hand reaching down and wrapping around him. Slowly, you started to apply pressure moving your hand up and down, letting the palm of your hand glide over his tip, not once breaking the kiss.

He let out a low groan into your mouth and grabbed you by the wrist, pulling your hand away. Taking his length in his own hand he finally moved himself towards your entrance. His tip made contact with you and Aaron didn’t waste any time and started to press inside of you.

Because of the lack of foreplay, he made sure to give you enough time to get used to the intrusion, you hand now gripping his biceps for leverage. Once fully inside of you he let out a sigh, the hand not holding him up wandered to your face cupping your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, making contact with his. Giving him a nod to signal him to start moving, he pulled out almost completely, before completely bottoming out again, the front of his pubic bone touching your clit in this position.

He pressed his chest against yours before finding a comfortable rhythm, slow but sure, adding so much more intimacy to the situation. The only noise that could be heard in the room where your joined moans and groans and the careful sound of skin hitting skin. It didn’t take long for you to get closed, his chest rubbing against your nipples, his pubic bone against our clit and his thick cock inside of you, an almost overwhelming experience.

By the way Aaron was panting and the way his cock twitched inside of you, you knew he was close.

“Please, come inside of me, Aaron. I’m so close," you whispered into his good ear on purpose. Your warm tight walls, your voice and that final little detail made him unravel, his cock spurting his cum into you, painting your walls white.

Aaron groaning into your ear and the sensation of his cum filling you, made the tight coil in you finally snap and you threw back your head with a moan of his name. He slowly came to a halt inside of you before peppering countless little kisses onto your face, helping you calm down.

Once the two of you had your breathing under control, Aaron placed a final kiss on your lips before pulling out of you, making you whine and him hiss at the loss of contact.

He unravelled from your arms and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. Joining you again he held a warm washcloth, which he used to clean you up with a gentle hand, running his free hand over your hip and soothing you. He threw it onto the bedside table before laying down with you again, opening his arm for you. Not hesitating for even a moment you scoot closer and lay your head onto his chest, your arm wrapping around his torso. His hand softly stroked your hair while the other one went to your hip, drawing small shapes onto your skin.

You tilt your head back to look at him. “Aaron, I have to tell you something,” his heart started beating faster, your ear still pressed to his chest, though he only answers with a hum and thoughtful eyes, “I wasn’t really honest with you in the past. I have feelings for you, Aaron, and I have for quite a while now. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with this, especially if you thought that this was only a one time thin-“ Aaron cut your rambling off with a kiss.

“Don’t worry, honey. I love you too.”

Content and also very relieved you place another quick peck on his lips before laying down on his chest again and closing your eyes.

It is to say that the rest of your road trip went without any further interruptions and the silence in the car was now anything but awkward.

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[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

hiya love !! so just a little headcannon that i have is reader curled into jason’s side when watching a movie on the couch, especially in the colder months and he just realised and teases her about it :D

(currently freezing my ass off next to my broken radiator :( )

A Warm Touch

I hope your radiator got fixed!! (Hopefully, this fluff is tooth-rotting enough to warm your heart this winter)  ~900 words

Jason Todd knows he runs hot. Be it summer or winter, rain or shine, he's practically a living furnace. It's just a fact, one that's never really affected him either way.

Sure, whoever joins him on whatever stakeout he's on may shift a little closer to his side and joke about him being their personal space heater once in a while, but it's not a life changing truth.

Jason Todd is warm to the touch, and that's just how it is. He's never spared it a second thought, never felt good or bad about it. That is until you come along, and now he's never been more grateful for it.

He didn't notice it at first, the way you unconsciously (or consciously) sought out his warmth on colder Gotham days. The days wind pounded at your windows, the days snow piled so high on the fire escape his entire boot would disappear into it, the days frost seemed to seep into every crack in your building. 

But he was certainly noticing it today. What was supposed to be a simple movie night has his head spinning, his face fighting back a grin as you cuddle into his side. The blanket thrown over your laps is soft and fuzzy, but it doesn't exactly keep out the chill that settles in your bones no matter how warm your apartment is. 

Jason knows he should offer to get you another blanket, but he's more delighted by the fact you would rather curl into him– hook your arm with his and rest your head on his shoulder– than get up. He should keep quiet about his epiphany, the fact that you enjoy how he runs hot, but he's never been one to pass up the opportunity to tease you. 

"Cold," he asks, voice a whisper of a question and low enough that you have to tilt your head to hear him better.

"I'm okay," you answer, seemingly distracted from the movie by his nose brushing along your temple.

"You seem cold," he prompts, ghosting his lips over the top of your head. It takes all his effort to keep his voice from falling into a teasing tone, to tickle and poke at your sides until you admit that while you were cold, he's doing a wonderful job of fixing that. (He's digging for your praise, sue him)

You almost seem to pick up on what he's doing, your eyes finally leaving the screen to focus solely on him, which is exactly what he's been wanting. "I'm not cold," you say easily, but your fingers move to grab at his sleeve– like you're worried he's planning something. (He is, kind of, but nothing more than this)

"Well, if you're not cold, I could go sit over on the–" he starts, grin going sly and eyes filing with mischief.

"No," you cut him off, eyes narrowing at the thought of him leaving your side. "I was cold," you correct, "but now I'm not."

His grin goes wolfish, but he lifts his arm to sling it over your shoulder, letting you snuggle closer into his side, "And that's because," he drawls out, almost sing-songy. He fights back the laugh that wells in his throat when you roll your eyes, a tinge of embarrassment painting your face.

"And that's because of you. Thank you for having a body temperature that anyone else would akin to a fever, Jason," you finally huff out, holding back a smile of your own at his antics.

He rewards you relenting by littering kisses over every inch of skin he can reach, from your face and down your jaw and to your throat, he doesn't stop until you're both a mess of laughter and smiles. 

It's not until you're holding your stomach with one arm and tugging at his shirt with the other, that he pulls back to study your face, the way the light catches in your eyes, just how happy you look. (You study him too, the way the lines of his face soften, how one corner of his mouth tugs higher when he smiles than the other)

'Not too warm, though. Right?" he murmurs, the briefest hint of insecurity flashing in his eyes. It's a bigger question that he means to ask, even if it's worded as innocently as it is. 

"Not at all," you soothe, fingers brushing back his hair so you can return his kisses with one of your own. A slow, soft kiss that wipes every doubt from his mind as quickly as it appeared. 

"It's the perfect temperature," you breathe out once you've pulled away, fingers lingering against his cheek, and Jason has to wonder what he did to deserve this moment– to deserve you.

"Oh, Good– I mean– That's good," he stumbles out, and tries to ignore the heat that threatens to rise to his face when you kiss his jaw and turn back to the tv.

"Stay here a while and keep me warm," you ask, head nestling back against his shoulder. (Right where it belongs, if you ask Jason)

"Yeah, sure, of course. Happy to," he agrees, giving into the urge to kiss the crown of your head, "For as long as you need me." And he means that, when he tells you, for more than just sharing his warmth. No matter what it is, no matter how simple or grand, as long as you need him, Jason will stay by your side.

[cybrasigilism]

Could you write a threesome with Nam-gyu and Thanos but Reader and Nam-gyu are topping Thanos?

Thanks!

-👽

You On Me, Me On You, You On Her (Thanos + Nam-gyu X F!Reader ONESHOT)

warning: smut | 🌽 no plot | not proofread | lowercase intended | ménage à trois | possibly OOC | f!reader | face-sitting | handjob | oral (f! receiving) | degradation | these are my interpretations of these characters, please be respectful even if my opinions of the characters differ from your own

characters: thanos (player 230), nam-gyu (player 124)

A/N: this is my first time writing for dom reader in a non headcanon format, wish me luck! also i 1000% got the title from Bounce by timbaland, of course 😈🙏

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

the air hung heavy with lust; sounds of sex and sweet ecstasy filling up the room as you, thanos and nam-gyu were partaking in your favourite activity.

poor thanos, he decided to get cocky and tease the two of you earlier; look where that landed him. moments ago, he was certain he had you both wrapped around his finger, and now he was truly at your mercy. with your pussy smothering his face, and nam-gyu fisting his dick, surely he would think twice before testing you guys again.

you had to admit, you could really get used to using thanos’s mouth like this. all that smooth talking he did clearly served him well; he was utterly phenomenal with his tongue. maybe the desperation came into play for the particular occasion, but you didn’t care. you preferred that, as a matter of fact. his rhythm was totally thrown, but you chalked that up to the fact that nam-gyu was for sure edging him at this point. his pained moans muffled by your sitting on his face, nam-gyu seemed to be enjoying this as much as you were.

“aww, ‘s it too much?” he taunted, lightly squeezing thanos’s cock, causing him to whimper into you. “can’t take it?” you weren’t surprised nam-gyu was being a jerk, but it was all in good fun. the sheer level of nam-gyu’s bullying made thanos dig his nails into your thighs, earning a slap from you.

“getting bold are we?” you breathed, rising from his face as he whined. “do i need you to show me why you deserve my pussy again, if you want to be a brat like that?” thanos was so overwhelmed with pleasure at this point; god, look at him he was practically crying. nam-gyu followed your lead, continuing on with the ceaseless teasing. “yeah, i think someone needs to be told how to act right— seeing as he wants to be a little bitch.”

“you’re right.” you agree, cocking your head as you look down at thanos, who even while half lidded still had a face riddled with desperation. “beg for it.” “p-pl-please… i wanna taste ya..s’ bad.” fuck, he could hardly speak he was so blissed out. you decided that you’ve been mean and, what the hell, he was fantastic at eating you.. so back on his face you sat. now that the routine was back in motion, you took no mercy in riding his face. but it was fine, both you and nam-gyu knew that thanos loved being your little bitch.

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gotta love some submissive thanos content! thank you so much for this request anon, it was fun to write dom!reader in a oneshot format! apologies if i made the reader too mean, i kind of just let loose with this one.

as per usual, if you have any advice/constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing it is greatly appreciated and requested! have a fantastic day/night lovelies 💋

tags: @gongyoosgf @kouzih @strangelife122 @kvstjwonnie @pink-apples001 @fiicalapsiholoaga @gabbystinks

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

baby, can i please taste?

genre: smut, very little plot

warnings: periods, blood, mentions of scent, mentions of masturbation, oral (f.receiving dont yell at me!) , biting, unprotected sex, pet names

an: i literally texted bestie “is vampire chan period smut too much?” lmao yall might be grossed out. feel free to skip this one if that’s the case. but holy shit this got away from me and it’s.. so hot lol i screamed and giggled as i typed it. i’m nervous and embarrassed and giggly. 🙈 don’t look at me.

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you cuddled closer, your head against his chest, arm lazily thrown around his middle. you were both cozy on the couch, your latest drama obsession on the tv. he laughed at something on the screen, his stomach muscles flexing under the material of his shirt. it sent a shot straight to your core. how can the smallest thing turn you on? feeling his abs flex under your arm? it was also cruel that you were on your period. your body likes to play this mean joke on you every month. your period will start, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, your libido will rise. craving to be touched, but unable to do so. you groaned.

“what’s the matter, love?” his arm around you squeezed you tighter. “another cramp?”

he knew you were on your period. of course he did. he’s a vampire. he knows when it’s coming even before you do. he can smell it. he knows days before and he’s always prepared with your favorite snacks and shows. you loved that about him. but do you tell him what’s really on your mind?

you were silent for a moment, weighing your options. you didn’t think he would ever judge you. so you decided that you felt comfortable telling him.

“no.. not a cramp.”

you slid your hand under the fabric of his shirt, your palm splayed across his hard stomach. he stiffened. “baby don’t tease.” he said. “not when i can’t do anything about it.”

you hummed. “that’s exactly how i’m feeling.” you confessed. “frustrating, isn’t it?”

he sat up straighter, slightly pushing you away so he could look down at your face. “uh.. i’m confused?”

for a vampire that’s hundreds of years old, sometimes it takes him a minute to catch on. “i’m horny.” you said, deadpan.

he looked flustered. “oh.” he looked away from you, shifting his weight to hide his growing erection.

“does that bother you?” you asked. “that i’m on my period and i still want you?”

his gaze snapped back to you. this conversation made him nervous but he wanted to be very clear that you could never bother him. “of course that doesn’t bother me.” he said. “you could never bother me.”

“i don’t know.” you said. “i just thought maybe it would.. gross you out?”

“gross me out?” he scoffed. “why? because you’re bleeding?” he dramatically pointed at himself. “vampire. blood is kinda my thing.”

you laughed. “yeah but this is.. different?”

“how so?” he asked. “blood is blood.”

“yeah but this is coming from my..” your sentence trailed off, you couldn’t finish it.

“oh i know where it’s coming from.” he reached down to readjust his now fully erect tent in his pants. “and why would that all of a sudden make it gross? if anything.. it makes it better.”

okay now you were confused. “better?”

he closed his eyes for a minute, trying to compose himself. “you think that i don’t smell you?” he said. “every month i have to go an entire week with your scent being so much stronger. and i know it’s nothing compared to what you have to deal with during that week. that’s not what i mean..” he was rambling. “i just.. it’s the smell of your blood but it’s.. mixed. combined with the sweet smell of your pussy..” he inhaled deeply. his hands balling into fists. “i’m on edge all week.”

your clit pulsed with need. begging to be touched. “does.. the smell get stronger when i’m aroused?” you let your fingers explore the ridges of his muscle, rubbing your thighs together. “because this happens every month.. i always get needy around this time.”

“yeah it gets stronger.” his jaw was clenched. his nostrils flared. his eyes wild. “i know when you’re feeling that way. i.. i’ve had to excuse myself to the bathroom before to relieve some.. tension.”

you bit your lip. the mental image of him, locked in the bathroom, secretly fucking his fist to the thought of you on your period.. you couldn’t lie. it was hot.

“why haven’t you ever done something about it?” you ask. “why hide in the bathroom?”

he looked down at you. “i never wanted to make you uncomfortable. i didn’t want you to think i was some sort of.. deviant or something.” he chuckled nervously.

“i don’t think that.” your hand traveled down, ghosting over his clothed cock. “and.. what if i said i didn’t want you to hide?”

“then i would fuck you. with your permission, i won’t hold back any more.”

you squeezed his erection in your hand. “you have my permission.” you whispered, staring into his eyes.

and it was like something in him.. snapped. with a growl he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom.

he sat you on the counter. standing between your legs, he cupped your face in his hands. he kissed you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth. you clawed at his shirt, silently begging him to take it off. you wanted to see his beautiful body. he broke the kiss and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. he leaned into the shower, turning the knob. the water started running, steam slowly filling the room. you looked at him.

“i figure you don’t want to have to wash the sheets tonight.” he said.

you nodded. “you’re so smart.”

he kissed you again, before pulling your shirt off and throwing it on the floor next to his. he kissed down your neck, down to your breast. he nibbled gently, careful not to cut you with his fangs, which were fully revealed now, poking at his plump lower lip. your hands tugged at his curls, your head thrown back.

he grabbed you by the waist, effortlessly lifting you off the counter and placing you on your feet. he delicately traced his fingers along your skin, kissing you once more. he always knew how to make you feel beautiful. how to make you feel like you were precious to him. and that’s exactly what you were.. precious.

you tugged at the elastic of his boxers, wanting to feel the soft skin of his cock in your hand. he helped you pull them down, kicking them to the side. he stood before you, fully naked, and devastatingly handsome. he was all muscle, especially right now, his vampire body was tight and on edge. you wrapped your hand around him, pumping him slowly. he groaned, his head falling to your shoulder. he let you stroke him for a moment, enjoying the way your small hand felt against him. but he was growing impatient.

he dropped to his knees, hooking his fingers in your panties. he looked up at you, keeping eye contact as he pulled them down your legs. you were slightly embarrassed by the sight of your pad, attached to your underwear, but he didn’t seem to care. he paid it no mind, setting your panties to the side. his big hands gripped at your thighs, his mouth watering. your scent was so strong, his face only inches from your center, with no more obstacles in his way. he could taste his venom on his tongue.

he gazed at your pussy, the look on his face almost.. hypnotized? he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your mound, fighting the urge to bite. “baby..” his voice was rough and deep, gravely with desire. “fuck.. angel.. i want you so bad.” his hands traveled around to squeeze your bare ass. “we better get in the shower before i make a mess on the rug.”

he stood up, kissing you, his erection poking at your skin. he held the curtain open for you, offering you his hand to hold as you stepped in. “careful baby.” he said. “and don’t stand in the water yet. i don’t want anything washed away.”

your cheeks flushed at his admission. he stepped in after you, opting to stand in the water himself, the droplets cascading down the ridges of his chest and tummy. he wasted no time in dropping to his knees again. he kissed along your thighs, looking up at you through his lashes. “can i?” he asked. he kissed his way over to your hip and then back across to the other side. “baby can i please taste? please?”

you nodded, spreading your legs wider for him. his pupils were so dilated that his eyes almost looked black. his dark eyes gazed upon your bare pussy again, his hands coming up to spread your lips apart. he inhaled, closing his eyes to fully appreciate your sweet scent. his cock jumped, slapping softly against his tummy, begging to be touched.

his fingers spreading your lips apart, he leaned forward and let his tongue slowly lave against your clit. you whimpered at the contact, finally getting some relief. he let his tongue dip into your hole and his chest rumbled with a low growl. he lifted one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder, giving him better access. his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, helping to hold you up. he lost himself in the taste of you, he had never had anything so delectable in his entire existence.

his fingers dug into your soft skin, his tongue pressing deeper inside you, licking at your walls. the sounds coming from his throat were almost animalistic. he groaned and grunted as he savored you. one of your hands tangled in his curls, pushing him further into you, his nose brushing your clit. “fuck..” you exhaled. you rocked your hips, rolling them against his face, riding his tongue. with each pass of your hips, your clit rubbed back and forth against his nose.

normally, in this situation, he would slide a finger or two into you. but he refused to pull his tongue out to make room for his fingers. and you didn’t mind, you were lost in the pleasure, loving the way he made you feel. “channie..” you breathed. “fuck.. i’m gonna cum..”

his nails dug into your flesh, sure to leave little crescent shaped bruises. he moaned against you, the vibrations spreading through your body. he drank from you, while never having to use his fangs. you ground yourself harder against his face, practically humping his nose. his cock was painfully hard. he wrapped his hand around himself, slowly stroking as he continued to taste you. your body began to shake above him. he slurped against your pussy, not ever wanting this to end.

with one final moan, you came apart. your thrusting hips stilled as your body convulsed. a new taste landed on his tongue, and he lapped it up, not wanting to waste a drop. he continued to eat you, lost in the taste, refusing to let go. his fantasy had finally come true, he just wanted to enjoy it a little longer.

instead of pulling on his curls, you started to push. “channie.. to much..” you complained, starting to feel overstimulated. with one final pass of his tongue along your walls, he forced himself to stop. he leaned back, resting on his heels. his lips and chin were red with your blood, his eyes closed, a stupid blissful smile on his face.

“that was amazing..” he panted. his eyes finally opened to look at you. you giggled at him.

“it was.” you agreed. “did you enjoy yourself?”

“fuck.” he scoffed. “i wish i could do that for the rest of eternity.” he leaned back into the stream of water, rinsing his face clean. you admired the way the water clung to his lips, how his hair stuck to his forehead.

he slowly stood up, his hands finding your hips, his lips finding your lips. his cock poking between your legs. he was still so hard. “i almost came in my hand.” he confessed. “but i want to be inside you when i cum.”

he kisses along your neck, over your pulse point. “is that okay, baby?” he breathed against your skin. “can i cum inside you?”

you head was cloudy. dizzy with desire. “y-yes.”

“hold on to me, yeah?” he put your hands around his neck. you locked your fingers together, gripping him tightly.

he gripped you by your thighs and lifted you off the ground, you legs wrapped around him, his tip prodding your entrance. “i know you tired baby..” he cooed into your ear. “i’ll be quick.”

he gently slid inside of you, the stretch making you whimper. he gave you a brief moment to adjust to him before he started slamming into you. he bounced you on his cock, used you like a toy for his own release. “you’re so perfect baby.” he praised. “letting me taste you and use you during this time.” he grunted. “gonna let me pump you full.”

you were practically limp in his arms, your body exhausted. but still your pussy fluttered around him, loving the way he felt inside of you. “mmm” he moaned. “there she is. there’s my girl pulsing around me. you gonna cum too baby?” he kissed along your shoulder, along you neck, licking at your skin, looking for the perfect spot, warning you.

you moaned, unable to form any words, but still your high approaching. “there you go baby. i’m not going to last much longer. you feel so good.” he rambled. “cum with me baby. come on.”

and after a few more thrusts, and a carefully placed bite, you did. the feeling of his fangs sliding into the delicate skin of your neck, caused you to clamp down around him, your nails digging into his neck as you held on, your body shaking. he stilled inside you, his cock twitching, releasing all he had. he only took a couple mouthfuls from your before he released, licking across the wound to help seal it.

he held you for a moment, both of you panting. he carefully slid out of you, and placed you down on shaky legs. “can you stand?” he asked, your feet on the floor but your weight still being held by him.

you nodded. “i think so..” he cautiously let you go. you held onto his arms, but were successfully able to hold yourself up. he held your hands, slowly stepping backwards, pulling you into the stream of water. he turned the knob, making it warmer. he grabbed the soap, squeezing some into his palm and gently cleaning you up. he cleaned himself and then shut the water off. he reached out around the curtain and grabbed a large towel, wrapping it around your body.

“are you okay, honey?” he asked, tucking your wet hair behind your ear.

you looked up at him, smiling. “mhm.” you said, before leaning into him. he wrapped his arms around you, your face against his chest. “are you okay?” you asked him.

“i loved every second of it, baby.” he said, kissing the top of your head. “as long as you don’t think differently of me.”

you looked up at him. “of course i don’t.” you brought your hand to his cheek. “i love you.”

“and i love you.” he smiled, placing a gentle kiss against your lips. “now let’s dry off and go finish our show. i have to know what happens.”

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[schlatt-love-bot]

struck by the arrow - schlatt x reader [part one]

where ted puts the reader and his good pal schlatt on a blind date

“Ted, you really don’t have to do all this you know..” You groaned, putting your head in your hands as you sat at your best friend’s kitchen table. This was probably the 10th time this week you’ve had this conversation, and you didn’t think it was going to be coming to a close any time soon. 

“I’m just saying, (Y/N)! He’s a really good guy, a good friend of mine. You need to start getting yourself out there more! How long has it been since you’ve gone out?” He said, gentle yet firm, watching your defeated demeanor. You groaned, shaking your head. 

“Does it really matter, Ted? What I do with my life is my choice, not yours!” You said, rolling your eyes as you looked up at him, crossing your arms across your chest. The third member of your trio of friends making his way downstairs, confused at the tension that was brewing. 

“What’s going on down here, huh?” Tucker asked, “I could hear you both all the way upstairs in the bathroom!” You groaned…here they both go.

“I was simply trying to convince (Y/N) that going on a blind date with our…friend wouldn’t be such a bad idea!” Ted said, knowing Tucker would agree with him. The three of you had been friends all throughout high school, lasting through college, Tucker’s time in boot camp, all the way until now. As the years went by, you watched at how the both of them seemingly blossomed into the amazing people they were now—living life with no real cares, being unabashedly them. That included, of course, being their support in relationships, telling them what the women they were with were probably thinking, all the way up to even helping make sure Tucker picked out the right engagement ring for his then-girlfriend now wife. The entire time, though, they watched as you stayed put. Never giving yourself any chances with love, not going out enough, staying to yourself or only being around them. They were beginning to realize just how lonely and miserable you had become, watching your two best friends go out and enjoy their lives without you…they felt the need to do something, anything to bring you out of your shell, break this lifelong streak of not letting anyone besides the two of them in. Tucker hummed as he listened to Ted’s statement, looking at you as he nodded. 

“You know he’s right, right? Like I don’t even need to tell you that?”

“I don’t need the two of you going and setting me up with someone! Something…something will happen naturally, I swear! Good things take time!” You said, practically pleading with them, trying to buy yourself more time. It’s not like you needed someone, anyways—you were always totally fine with being on your own. They cut you a glance, Ted sighing before shaking his head at your antics. 

“We’re just worried, (Y/N)...we’ve known you so long now, and things…haven’t changed for you. You’re always so supportive of us. Can’t you let us be supportive of you?” Ted said softly. You could see the genuine concern growing in his eye, causing you to groan. 

“What..what’s so special about this guy, anyway? What makes you think that I’d like him?” Ted and Tucker exchanged a glance, you knew you were in trouble. You groaned, as Ted gave you a look with that signature no-good twinkle in his eye. 

“Listen…he can be a little on the…colder side, until he warms up to you. But he’s got a heart of gold and is just really misunderstood.” Ted began, looking at Tucker for confirmation. He nodded, signalling Ted to continue.

“But..he does seem like everything you’ve been looking for, I’ve seen your manifestation Pinterest boards. He’s tall, not as tall as me, though…brown hair that's about…that long…New York accent he can lay on thick or thin..” Ted said, trying to list off all the attributes he could think about him, as Tucker chimed in. “Don’t forget those mutton chops, man. He looks so good with them.” You let out a laugh listening to Tucker, shaking your head. 

“Ted…that Pinterest board was private. How dare you invade my privacy like that! And besides…that’s all the boyfriend manifestation photos Pinterest has to offer…what if my taste is nothing like you’re describing?” You said, crossing your arms with a huff as you stared at the two. They shared a knowing look, and then looked back at you. Silent, you could feel their gaze telling you they knew better without them having to say a word…

“Fine, whatever, you caught me. Tall, lanky men from New York with facial hair are enticing, but…what about his personality? You haven’t sold me yet!” You said, as Ted’s seriousness broke with a smile, watching as he relaxed a little in his stance. 

“He’s shy. Doesn’t really open up easily, in fact he might be a little rude or standoffish the first time you talk to him.” Ted said, nonchalantly. 

“And that’s supposed to make me like him?” 

“What…not one for the brooding, mysterious grumpy guy?” Tucker asked, playfully smiling as he laughed. You groaned, rolling your eyes. 

“He’s just a tough nut to crack, that’s all. I’m sure you could break down those walls of his, let him feel comfortable enough to get close to you.” You let out a laugh as Ted spoke, shaking your head. 

“You’re talking about him like he’s an unruly cat! Oh, don’t mind him, he might claw your eyes out but he’s really just shy and misunderstood…sorry!” Ted and Tucker turned to one another, having the same look in their eyes before laughing at the joke you had just made. You sat, confused, wondering what the look was about. 

“He’s a big cat guy. Has two of his own, loves them more than anything in the world.” Tucker said, smiling at you. 

“Well, we’re hoping you can be the next thing he loves more than anything in the world, but that’s a little too forward-thinking right now.” Ted said with a laugh, as Tucker rolled his eyes. 

“But seriously, (Y/N)...don’t feel too pressured into doing this if you don’t want to. We just want to see you happy, and this guy…this guy has a lot of potential. I could see the two of you happily together.” Tucker said, smiling at you, his words and voice dripping with sincerity as Ted nodded behind him. You sighed, leaning back into your chair a bit more, contemplating. It wouldn’t hurt to get out for once, it had been months since the last time you genuinely went out on your own, without the two of them. And, if not for nothing, even if this date didn’t really lead anywhere, it still left you with some experience under my belt for the next guy…you took a deep breath. 

“If I say yes, will you two finally get off my case?”

“Yes!” The two said in unison, turning to look at each other with smirks before returning their gaze to you. You groaned, already regretting the decision, but it was too late. 

“What’s the mystery guy’s name, anyways?” 

“C’mon….c’mon….pick up…” Ted groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingers as his phone played a dial tone for the 4th time today. Growing frustrated and desperate, he sat down at his desk, opening Discord to call him there. 

“What the fuck do you want?” 

“Jesus Christ…took you long enough!” Ted laughed, shaking his head, feeling a wave of relief washing over him. Schlatt groaned. 

“Still didn’t answer my fuckin’ question.” 

“So…remember that blind date I had mentioned the other day?” Ted asked, noticing how quiet Schlatt had gotten. He was silently praying whoever Ted was dying to set him up with had turned down Ted’s pushing, because he knew he wasn’t able to. 

“Yeah…think I remember…” He said quietly, fiddling with his fingers as he said a prayer that it had fallen through. 

“They agreed!” Ted said cheerfully, a sickeningly sweet smile adorning his face, causing Schlatt to groan. 

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me…” He droned, putting his head between his hands on his desk, trying to wake him up from this potential nightmare. 

“Hey! Don’t be so upset, you’re the one who agreed to this in the first place!” Ted said, “You could use this…you’ve been miserable, and I think they’re really going to improve your mood.” 

Schlatt sat in silence for a moment, debating what to say. Should he pretend he got cold feet, and cancel the whole thing? Maybe he could pretend that the girl he just matched with on Bumble last night was the love of his life…he sighed. Ted would see through it all. Admittedly, Schlatt knew that this could have potential—it had been a while since he had gone out, especially on a date, and he could benefit from potentially getting his dick wet for the first time in a long time. He groaned, not liking the words that were about to come from his mouth.

“Fine...when and where, cupid?” He smugly said, rolling his eyes when he saw the smile grow on Ted’s face, giving him a glare through the camera. 

“Let’s see…they work all week, but get done at 5 on Friday, so I’m sure they’re open after that.” 

“Perfect. Where?” Schlatt grumbled, trying to get this conversation over with as quickly as possible. 

“They live in the Upper West side so….isn’t there a nice little pub on the corner of 1st and 76th?” Schlatt hummed, knowing exactly the place he was referencing…he wasn’t happy about going into the city on a Friday night for someone he didn’t know, but if it made Ted shut up about all this for a while, he would do it. 

“Yeah, I know what’re talkin’ about…got it. Thanks, man.” He grumbled, finishing the call with a little bit of small talk before Ted had to go, needing to call someone else. Schlatt groaned once the call ended, putting his head between his hands. What the hell did he get himself wrapped up in, now? He got back to work, trying to put the lurking date in the back of his mind, not wanting to think about it as his stomach filled with butterflies at the thought alone. 

It was Friday, well after work, and you stood outside on the sidewalk outside of the pub you were supposed to meet this…mystery man in. 

“I’m not telling you his name, you’ll know exactly who he is when you walk in there. Trust me.” 

You shuttered at the memory…still pissed at Ted for not giving you any other knowledge, other than the way the man looked. You took out your phone and texted him. 

r u sure he’s here?

You paced on the sidewalk some more, looking into the bar…it was so crowded in there, to be expected of a Friday night in the city, no matter where you were. You whipped out your phone, feeling it buzz in your pocket. 

promise he is…but are you? he said he hasn’t seen you…

You sighed, taking a deep breath, rolling back your shoulders before swallowing. It was time to face the music of your decision, and get this show on the road. The music playing inside flooded your senses as soon as you opened the door, looking around the dimly lit pub. It had a cozy feeling to it, most of the patrons sitting with others in their parties, laughing, having a good time. As you scanned the establishment for any other single bar goer, your heart began to pound out of your chest…where was he? You weren’t seeing any tall, lanky, brown haired, mutton chop-having man…did he stand you up? Was he lying to Ted? 

From across the bar, Schlatt looked up from his whiskey, swirling it with the ice in his glass as he scanned the bar for you once more…immediately it struck him. His eyes locked with your figure, a smile forcibly creeping up on his face..what was happening to him? He stood up, smoothed out his shirt a little before approaching you.

“By chance…are you (Y/N)?” He said smoothly, tapping your shoulder. You jumped, looking in the opposite direction of him, not expecting him to have snuck up on you like that. You giggled, looking him from head to toe…this certainly seemed like the man Ted was talking about. 

“Depends…are you a friend of Ted’s?” You asked, smiling up at him. He could feel the ice around his heart slowly melting…what was happening to him? 

“Yeah, that’s me.” He smirked, holding out his hand, “Name’s Schlatt. Nice to meet you, toots.” 

“Nice to meet you, Schlatt.” You said, taking his hand in yours, giving it a firm shake. You had a good feeling about tonight, seeing the man’s smile beaming across from you. Here goes nothing…

[ohithankyou]

come hold my hand as i take you on a journey with me:

okay, refreshing your memory with this: a breakup preceded by buck and tommy telling each other they want the same thing -- a future (a forever) together. [and not to mention, tommy essentially told buck that he’s in love with him with his earlier (not pictured), “no matter how bad i want to be, i’m your first, not your last,” and him saying that he couldn’t handle buck breaking his heart,” (shown below)].

(putting the rest under the cut but you should definitely read it….hehe)

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now there’s this answer (picture included below) that oliver gave to a question re: how he feels about a relationship for buck that’s more drawn out/one with a slow burn element. the question was not posed in relation to buck and tommy’s relationship but oliver’s answer is still interesting especially after buck and tommy’s breakup — which, note: was filmed before oliver did this interview meaning that he already had the knowledge of where buck and tommy’s relationship was headed in the narrative when giving his answer. again, the question was not in relation to buck and tommy’s relationship and oliver’s answer doesn’t directly reference them but since their relationship is buck’s most recent, i think his answer could have been influenced by it and it seems incredibly fitting to me considering the longing and yearning for tommy we got in 807 and 808 (which, i don’t know if these episodes were filmed before or after this interview but i think it’s a plausible and valid argument nonetheless) with buck baking every time he thought about tommy until he baked all his flour and was still jonesing for more (a mutual-longing, i should add, with tommy bubbling buck at the very same moment buck thought about texting him—something something a tractor beam pulling him towards tommy). really, the breakup with all of its narrative elements feels like the start of buck and tommy’s yearning and longing-filled slow burn as oliver described it below:

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and then there’s this excerpt from an interview where tim minear talks about tarlos’ breakup and generally, why he breaks couples up in the 911 universe (even those who are beloved to the audience or clearly meant to be together). he was clearly much more reassuring after the tarlos breakup, but that does make sense as they are/were one of the two anchor ships in lone star and both actors are mains. and so, i would venture to guess that maybe he wants to keep buck and tommy’s potential reunion and make-up more of a surprise for the audience.

[mrspiastri]

mehendi lagake rakhna!

pairing: oscar piastri x desi!reader

genre: pure fluff, slightly suggestive at parts but nothing tooo crazy lol

wc: 1.8k

.° ｡𖦹˚ 𓇼 ｡𖦹° ｡. .° ｡𖦹˚ 𓇼 ｡𖦹° ｡. .° ｡𖦹˚ 𓇼 ｡𖦹° ｡. .° ｡

“Oscar, don’t tell me you haven’t practiced your steps! The sangeet is tonight!” Y/N’s cousins were simply frustrated with her dear boyfriend, who could not seem to dance to save his life and had also forgotten to practice the night before.

“I didn’t think it’d be so difficult! These steps are way too hard,” he protested, looking around for his girlfriend, who was seated among some ladies while she got her mehendi done. Apparently, being a bridesmaid at her cousin’s wedding included entertaining the many aunties and listening in on all their gossip

“Baby, are you aware of how mean your cousins are?” he huffed as he sat next to her.

“I told you to practice last night, but someone was too busy sampling the different kulfi flavors at the buffet.”

The man made a sound of indignation, then looked at Y/N’s palms, which were being adorned with a beautiful design.

“How does it look? Nice, na?” she asked while admiring her own hands.

Oscar agreed with a nod and a soft smile. She turned to look at him.

“Speaking of which, I’ve got a game for you! Your name’s written on my palm—it’s designed into my mehendi! You need to find it!” She giggled, and even the artist smiled at him.

“Really? Well, it should be rather easy. My name’s not very long.”

She winked at him. “That’s what you think. Just you wait!”

“He has another thing to worry about, Y/N!” her mum called out, coming to place her palm on Oscar’s back. They both laughed, with Y/N letting out a “Amma, don’t tease him!”

“Why do I need to worry about that?” he asked as the women laughed.

“Well, there’s this old saying: the darker a woman’s mehendi comes out, the more her husband loves her, so you better hope it’s dark, or else…” Y/N threatened him as her mother quietly laughed.

“But we aren’t married, darling. How’s that fair?”

Hearing this, her mother let out a huff. “You two are basically married. The specifics don’t matter.”

He let out a groan of faux annoyance. “You find the most wonderful ways to get me in trouble, don’t you?” He rolled his eyes while peering into her mehendi, trying to spot his name before she elbowed him away.

“You can only find it after it’s dried. Now go and practice your steps—you’re in the first line with me during Kajra Re.”

“What’s that now?”

“Just go and practice, you idiot.” She laughed at him as he ran away, fearing how much he would be yelled at for being a bad dancer.

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“There we go, nice and easy. Now let’s get the next one.”

Y/N’s brother had been at work moving up and down the venue, helping out with small jobs like moving tables, carrying in suitcases, and asking the guests if they had eaten or not. Somehow, he managed to rope Oscar into helping, and help he did, eager to get away from the evil dancing bridesmaids.

After many attempts at trying to move a table, her brother said, “Mate, you need to help me lift this. It won’t budge.”

But before Oscar could do anything, he heard Y/N’s voice calling out to him from across the open ground where the mehendi function was happening.

“You better go. She doesn’t like to wait,” her brother said, chuckling.

“Don’t I know it? Coming, babe!”

“There you are. Look, I need your help. The bride’s uncle and his family are coming in from the airport. She sent someone to pick them up, and I need to call them and check if they’re on their way.”

“Okay, so do it,” he said, looking at her quizzically.

She rolled her eyes. “Osc, I’ve got to let the mehendi dry—I can’t really touch anything. Be a darling and reach into my pocket and take it out for me, please.”

She turned her hip slightly to the side, to where her pocket was, her hands in the air, carefully held up to make sure she didn’t smudge her henna.

“Yeah, of course,” he said as he reached around her waist, reaching for her phone.

It was only then he realized just how close she was standing to him. Her beige lehenga and blouse, showing off her midriff, with her hair cascading beautifully down her shoulders. She smelled heavenly, like she always did, with hints of vanilla and cocoa butter.

He then made the mistake of looking down at her, his face tinted with a shade of pink similar to hers. Y/N’s eyes were focused on him, and in that moment, it dawned on her that she hadn’t really noticed how handsome Oscar looked that day. Wearing a simple cream kurta with his sleeves rolled up and his token slightly messy hair, he looked effortlessly perfect.

It took a lot of self-control for her not to kiss him in that moment. They stared at each other for a while, neither moving, until eventually the sound of someone calling out his name was heard.

“Oscar! Need you to help with the tables, mate.”

Her brother, as usual, coming in clutch to be the cockblocker.

Y/N grit her teeth in annoyance, and Oscar finally remembered he had to take her phone out. He fumbled with it for a second before dialing and dealing with the contact she asked him to.

He held the phone to her ear till she finished speaking, and then put the phone back in her pocket.

“Thanks, babe. Now run along before someone else yells out for you.”

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It’s the evening of the sangeet, and Oscar’s long hours of practice (read: 1 hour and 13 minutes) were finally going to be tested.

The guests were all seated, and Oscar felt a pang of nervousness, similar to the kind he felt waiting for the lights to go out at a Grand Prix. Y/N felt his anxiety and reached for his hand, gently squeezing it to alleviate his stress. He smiled and squeezed it back, and before he knew it, the opening tunes to the song Ainvayi Ainvayi began to play.

He managed to remember the steps, almost missing one before he got back on track. They danced to a few more songs before coming to the final one—and the most important—Kajra Re.

The two of them were placed front and center, with everyone able to see them. He saw her parents and grandparents in the crowd, along with her cousins, who whistled as they took their places on the stage.

The nervousness seeped in again, with the worry of having to impress her family. But Y/N leaned in, whispering to him, “You’re going to kill it, hon. Trust me.”

“What if I don’t?” he whispered back.

“Well, then I’ll mess my steps too. Then we can look dumb together.”

“That’s difficult to believe—you’re a good dancer,” he quipped.

“Leave it to me. I’ll fumble so bad we’ll have to hide out in our hotel room.”

They laughed, just as the music started. And believe it or not, Oscar killed it.

It turned out Y/N’s relatives were so excited to see the Australian dance to the Bollywood songs that they didn’t seem to mind if he messed up a few steps. They hooted and cheered, with their volume increasing at the final step, where Oscar pulled Y/N toward him and dipped her back dramatically.

The audience thoroughly enjoyed the performance, but for Oscar, everything else was drowned out. The only thing he focused on was his girlfriend, looking up at him with admiration and all the love she could conjure in a single look.

She mouthed, “Told you!” a triumphant smile on her face. He laughed, unable to argue with her words.

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“That was some performance, you two!” Y/N’s dad complimented the couple as they ate—or rather, as Y/N ate while Oscar fed her.

It turns out being a bridesmaid doesn’t just mean you get to take cute photos and plan a bachelorette party; it also means you have a lot of work to do to make the bride’s life easier. She’d been running around post-performance, and Oscar had finally managed to catch a hold of her and sit her down.

“You’ve gotta eat something. The last thing you ate was a tea sandwich at 5:30,” he said firmly.

“I’m too busy to eat, Osc. I’ve got a lot of phone calls to make to the vendors for tomorrow’s haldi ceremony,” she mumbled.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help out with it. For now, just sit down and let me get some food into your body,” he said, leaving no room for argument.

And that’s how they got here, with him feeding her a spoonful of biryani as she leaned back in her chair.

“Well, thankfully I had a good group of teachers,” Oscar said, motioning toward the other bridesmaids, who laughed at his compliment.

“Y/N, why are you forcing the poor boy to feed you?” her father asked, using the affectionate tone he always used for his daughter.

“I’m too tired to eat, Appa. He’s forcing me to,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the rice still in her mouth.

“Well, at least we know you’re in good hands. Isn’t she?” her father said, nudging his wife.

“Oh yes, the very best. You’ve got your work cut out for you, kanna,” her mother added, making the entire table laugh.

Oscar leaned in and whispered into Y/N’s ear, “What did she call me now?”

Y/N smiled and replied, “She called you kanna. It’s like a term of endearment. She doesn’t even use it for my brother, so you should feel special.”

Oscar’s face lit up at the explanation, glad to feel so accepted and welcomed by her family. He grinned at her and fed her another spoonful of rice.

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“By the way, I found my name,” Oscar said suddenly, making Y/N look up at him in confusion, only to notice him staring at her palms.

“Did you now? Where is it, then?” she challenged, her brow raised playfully.

He pointed to her left hand’s ring finger, where a small but clearly visible “Oscar” was designed into her mehendi.

“You’re good at this,” she said, impressed. “I asked her to make it super hard to find.”

They both laughed, and then he added, “I’ve got something for you to see, although mine isn’t as difficult to spot.”

He pulled out his palm and faced it upward, revealing the mehendi he had secretly gotten done. The design was simple but heartfelt. On his palm, Y/N’s name was written boldly and clearly, surrounded by small hearts.

She gasped at the sight, catching the attention of the rest of the table. Realizing what the matter was, everyone cheered, thoroughly enjoying how enthusiastically Oscar was partaking in their culture.

“You’re so adorable. I can’t believe you got this done—I didn’t even notice!”

“Well, you’d be surprised at how sneaky I am, darling.”

“Is that so?” she teased, grinning.

“Why yes, yes it is. Now, how about we go get some kulfi? I’ve been craving it since last night.”

She laughed, standing up and taking his hand as they walked away from the table, their laughter echoing through the festive evening.

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this was my first attempt at writing smth lol, lmk your thoughts, and if you’d like me to continue with this. xoxo 🩷 (also yes i made the reader tamilian in this bc i like to shamelessly self insert haha)

[slxtarchive]

❛❛𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞?❜❜ — 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐦’ 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

ᥫ᭡ … chris was never afraid to show you affection in public. no matter what anyone thought he loved being up close and personal with you. he needed to be touching you at all times. his brothers teased him about it but he didn’t care.

you and him were at a party hosted by one of la’s known influencers. you had arrived and been with each other the whole time. he would talk with some friends and mutual but he still stayed right by your side refusing to leave you.

one of your favorite songs came on while you two were just enjoying each other company. “oh shit this is the song that played on our first date remember? when we were driving on sunset? you were rapping the lyrics very sexily.” you tugged on his shirt.

he looked down at you nodding. “oh yeah… i remember tjay.” he agreed with a big smile resting on his face. “c’mon sing it with me.” he said setting his cup on a nearby table.

the dance floor was already a bit crowded but not too bad to where you both couldn’t move freely. he grabbed a hold of your hips nodding his head to the song as more people joined the dance floor.

he smiled looking at you as he said the lyrics. “who is he?” he mouthed, shrugging. “motherfucker i’m him.” you laughed at him nodding to the music as well.

the beat dropped and everyone was belting out the lyrics. he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pointing in the air as he rapped the lyrics along with the crowd. everyone in the room went wild as did you two.

he hugged you and sang with you, both of you just vibing. “whos gonna give you lovin’ the same as this?” he looked down at you practically serenading you. “a-game girl, girl i bring that shit.” his facial expressions on point.

his hands gripped yours turning you around and hugging you from the back as he belted out the lyrics. “he been real every since, i know you been tense. i know we ain’t had a conversation in a minute.” he then turned you back around grabbing your shoulders, then face, then waist bringing you closer to him. “but you know what they say, if it ain’t broken don’t fix it. its clearly not broken, it’s just so unfinished. i feel like my new bitch was just your apprentice and we just got into it, here comes the ending.” he rapped smiling down at you.

you wore a huge smile as you could barely hear his voice over the loud base and noise of the crowd — but he continued. “you said this shit would happen girl, that was your prediction.” he kissed your lips once. “said i’d never find no one like you and i shoulda listened.” and again. “who you fucking with now, is that any of my business?” and one last time. “whoever it is may not be finished.” he sung with his eyes closed theatrically.

“but—” he licked his bottom lip and began to sing the chorus again. “already got someone that’s what you tell em’ every time.”

he held onto your waist with one hand singing along with the crowd. his hand up in the air going along with the rhythm pointing out. then, a more relaxed part came in and he serenaded you once again. “i hope you still feel the same way. don’t say the same shit to me, you’ll never change. oh yeah.” he sang. “i said it once girl, you so fine! can we do it like old times?” he brought you closer inches away from you singing the rest of the verse. “ayy thinking shit like who’s out there fucking you? and who’s keepin’ you comfortable?”

the whole crowd hummed along to the music before singing out. “did i make you fall in love again or nah?” he smiled down at you. he sang along with the singer, how they hummed and harmonized.

they all waited until the beat dropped again. “i’m so different. nothin’ like them other—” they sang out, the volume increasing since everyone seemed to know this part cause of its popularity. chris looked down at you again, “you so different. nothin’ like them other bitches. nothin’ like them other bitches. nothin’ like them others bitches, true.” he kissed your lips softly before finishing the song.

everyone cheered and went along with the next song that played. you giggled at what just happened. “you’re so cute.” you shouted over the music.

he blushed looking away and shaking his head before looking back at you. “not as cute as you, baby.” he said grabbing your face and bringing your lips to his. it started of slow and continued increasing with passion.

you pulled away giggling as he tried to connect your lips again. “stoppp.” you cheekily squealed with a smile on your lips. “everyone’s gonna stare!”

he brought you back in hands on your waist. “don’t care.” he muttered against your lips before connecting them once more and stronger this time sliding his tongue in your mouth slowly. your back arched as he towered over you dominating your mouth.

you two made out for a good minute before pulling away. you felt hot and dizzy. “you’re so fucking beautiful.” he muttered against your lips pecking them one more time.

you gulped harshly, feeling yourself become a little needy. “wanna go home now.” you whispered hoarsely in his ear.

“fuck— me too.”

© 𝐬𝐥𝐱𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞

[wendichester]

Hello! May I request a poly (no wincest ofc) Sam & Dean x reader, where maybe reader is having a bit of a bad mental day

And though they both notice, they don't say anything bc they don't wanna be that last drop to a breakdown

And then later they come back from a food run and find ready crying and they comfort her with soft kisses and sweet words while she's sandwiched between them

Tysm lovely!! You're the best

⋆ ₊ ° ⊹ everything will be alright,

summary. sam and dean will always be there to comfort you when things are rough

pairing. dean winchester x reader x sam winchester ( poly relationship )

wordcount. 656

notes. thank you so much for requesting this, bubs! honestly--the dream it would be to have the comfort of both sam and dean sigh

The day feels heavier than usual, the kind of weight that settles in your chest and refuses to budge no matter how many distractions you throw at it. You keep your head down, trying not to let it show as you sit at the bunker’s library table, pretending to skim through lore books that might as well be blank pages for all the focus you can muster.

Sam and Dean notice, of course. They always do.

Dean keeps sneaking glances your way, his lips twitching like he wants to say something but thinks better of it. Sam hovers a little closer than usual, his hand brushing against your shoulder when he passes by, his eyes soft with quiet concern. They don’t push, though, which you’re grateful for. You’re not ready to put words to the storm brewing inside you.

“We’re heading out for food,” Dean announces after a while, grabbing his keys. “You want anything specific?”

You shake your head without looking up, your voice coming out quieter than you intended. “Whatever’s fine.”

Dean lingers for a second longer than necessary, and Sam gives you one of those tender, searching looks, but they don’t press. They just nod and leave, the sound of the Impala’s engine rumbling faintly as it fades down the road.

The quiet of the bunker feels deafening in their absence. You try to focus on the book again, but the words blur, the pressure in your chest building until it spills over. Before you know it, tears are streaming down your face, hot and relentless. You don’t even bother wiping them away, letting the weight of the day finally crash over you.

You’re still sitting there, shoulders shaking, when you hear the sound of the Impala pulling into the garage. You try to compose yourself, but it’s too late. The door creaks open, and their footsteps echo down the hall before they appear, bags of takeout in hand.

“Hey, we got—” Dean starts, but he freezes mid-sentence when he sees you, his brows knitting together in concern.

Sam is already at your side, the bags abandoned on the table. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asks softly, crouching down in front of you.

You shake your head, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Dean sits on your other side, his arm sliding around your shoulders as Sam takes your hands in his, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles.

“Sweetheart,” Dean murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “You don’t have to say anything. We’re here.”

That’s all it takes for the dam to fully break. You lean into Dean, your tears soaking into his flannel as Sam rubs slow, comforting circles into your back. They don’t rush you, don’t try to fix it with empty words. They just hold you, their presence solid and grounding.

After a while, when your sobs have quieted into soft sniffles, Sam tilts your chin up gently, his hazel eyes full of warmth. “You don’t have to carry everything by yourself, you know.”

Dean presses a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there. “We’ve got you, sweetheart. Always.”

You let out a shaky laugh, the tension in your chest easing as their words wash over you. They shift closer, sandwiching you between them in a cocoon of warmth and safety. Sam presses a soft kiss to your forehead, and Dean tilts your chin up to brush his lips against yours, his touch tender and unhurried.

“You’re stuck with us, you know,” Dean murmurs, his hand sliding down to rest over yours. “Whether you like it or not.”

Sam chuckles, his fingers lacing with yours on the other side. “And we’re not going anywhere. Not ever.”

For the first time all day, the weight in your chest feels manageable, their presence a steady anchor in the storm. You close your eyes, leaning into them fully, their love wrapping around you like a shield against the world.

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[jamiedc-they-them]

Please a The Rookie Tim Bradford x Shy!Adopted!Daughter!Reader? Where it’s her senior year and she’s a cheerleader and she’s doing her senior solo cheer and the stations there (Angela, Wesley, Nyla, James, Wade, Luna, Lucy, Aaron, Celina) and this is their first reaction to her cheer (her cheer can be this one: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTYognBE1/) and they’re cheering her on and you can finish the rest

Family Matters (Platonic)

Summary: Lucy likes to think she knows Tim at least a little, he is dating her best friend after all. However, what she learns is not something she ever expected.

Notes: Sorry to the requester as I think some of the other characters you mentioned come in later in the show, I'm only up to Season 2 Episode 6. Apologies!

Also, I'm from the UK and also very tired so I apologise if anything about cheer is wrong :)

Lucy knew Isabel was hard for Tim, a spot to not bring up. But, something was eating at him today. It wasn't anger, more...dare she say it? Nervous to him today.

He kept looking at his watch. Even Angela seemed to lighten up a bit with their friendly teasing.

Lucy didn't pressure him, though. So, she kept it casual, keeping their conversations how they normally would, when Tim's phone went off. He had put it in the holder, letting the audio book she recorded for him play as they went on patrol.

"It's Angela," Lucy said, picking up the phone, eyes going confused when she read the text - well, she only read the first part, when it was snatched from her grasp.

"Uh-uh," Tim said. His strict TO voice coming through, but also something else. Something like his look this morning.

"Sorry," Lucy said, hands going up.

"Relax, boot," he said, voice softening a little - ever so little, and yet she still picked up on it. See, she did know him at least, "I ain't gonna arrest you."

She snorted, despite herself, "just never seen someone so defensive over a phone before."

"Look, today's not the day, alright?" he said, sharpness coming back. He looked at her, and she saw a silent plead in his eyes.

"Of course, sir," she said. Then again, curiosity and all that --

"Who's Y/N?" it slipped out before she could even help it.

He looked at her again, this time a look she hadn't seen in his eyes since...well, maybe ever:

Life. Love. Hope.

"She's my daughter," he said.

Her eyes widened.

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You loved your parents, both of them. You knew what had happened with your mother, your father had told you as gently as he could.

You just hoped that she would be able to make her way out of her addiction. You wanted her to be ok.

She was getting there, taking actual steps to do so.

You would go see her, one day. Your dad had told you that she was ok with that, only wanting to go see her when you were ready.

As for you? You threw yourself into your cheer team.

You had a natural talent for it when younger, and your father had supported you with all he had.

However, as things took a turn, you and him ended up going a bit further into work and hobbies.

You weren't estranged, you still spoke and had parent and child bonding times of watching films. It was just more difficult as you both tried to deal with everything changing.

Tonight was a special performance, a solo cheer that you were doing. You had been doing all you could to practice for it. A chance to prove yourself.

You had been texting your aunt, as you knew your dad didn't like to use his phone much when at work.

She had assured you that herself and some of the others would be there, but that most importantly he would be there.

The other people in your cheer place were nice, friendly and fully got you for you. You didn't talk that much, preferred to be in the background - not that it was a bad thing of course, pieces to a puzzle and all - but they and your coach convinced you to do this solo.

So, you looked at the crowd before the game.

You took a breath, as one of your team mates can up to you, taking you away from the curtain to try help with your nerves.

Your friends were great, but you wanted your family.

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Lucy now knew why Tim had taken a half shift that day. She knew why Angela had texted him. She knew why he was more on edge than usual.

He wanted to make sure he made it.

"Hey, we ain't having you miss this," Angela promised back at the station, putting a hand on Tim's shoulder as he sat on the corner of a desk, arms folded and staring at his watch every few moments.

A hard half-day had been the last thing he wanted. It had wasted time, even if he made people safe.

"We still need to book this guy," he said, looking to the criminal him and Lucy had brought in for...god, he was so distracted today. He'd missed things like this before, but this one he knew was special from what you had said about it when he got home from work.

He stood up, putting his face in his hands. Sure, he didn't like being as vulnerable as this at work, especially in front of rookies, but from the look Nolan gave him when he met his eyes for a minute, right now it didn't matter about work or ranks, it was a family matter.

"I can book him," Nolan even offered.

It was kind, but Tim waved him off, "she'd want to meet all of you, especially you new rookies. Just..." he looked back at them all, "just...she's a bit shy, ok? So don't like, pressure her to talk or anything."

Nolan was dead serious with the shake of his head, "oh, no, I wouldn't dream of it, sir."

Tim had a growing respect for Nolan, and this was just another reason to add to that list.

"Officer Bradford," Sergeant Grey said as he joined them all, "you are aware that we have other officers here and that this precinct isn't just you all, correct?"

"Of course, sir," Tim said, the others also nodding.

Grey nodded, sly smile, "so why are you all acting like we can't get another officer to book this man in, thus letting us all go and see Y/N's cheer?"

"You're coming?" Tim said and Lucy didn't think she could ever see him so happy.

"Course I'm coming," Grey said like it was obvious, "I've seen that girl grow up, Tim. I'm the favourite uncle."

"Wouldn't you be the gran--"

"Something you'd like to add, Officer Nolan?" Grey asked, eyebrow raised as he pretended not to hear that.

Nolan shook his head instantly, then coughing from Nyla hitting him with her elbow, "no sir."

Grey nodded, "just what I thought. Now," he said, looking at the rest of them before nodding to Tim, "lead the way, Officer Bradford."

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You took a final breath, your team giving you silent support before you walked onto field, to the centre. Your team hyped you on from the background, all eyes on you.

And so, you began.

You looked at the crowd for a moment, stumbling slightly but managing to catch yourself before anyone noticed.

You looked back to your team, joining in with your chants and pointed subtely.

There they were, old and new faces.

And right in the middle of them? Tim Bradford, your father.

He was clapping, everyone else joining in, both in rhythm and in the chants.

Just like that, it was over.

You all went to the sidelines, and the game went on.

It went by like a flash.

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After it, you got changed and made your way out, but was swept up in a hug by your father, "there she is!" he said, his guard completely down, "you were amazing, sweetheart!"

You giggled, hugging him close.

"Y/N," he said, putting hand on your shoulder and gesturing for the others to come over, "I'd like you to meet Lucy Chen, my boot; John Nolan, Nyla's boot - previously Bishop's - and Jackson West, Angela's boot."

Lucy came forward, beaming smile and hand outstretched, eager to meet you. You clasped her hand gently, shaking it.

"Hi! It's so good to meet you! You were amazing out there! Tim, I'll send you some photos later and oh, sorry --" she said, knowing she was rambling.

"It - it's ok," you assured. Her smile grew more, before she stepped back, letting her friends go forward as well.

"I agree with Lucy," the older one said, holding out his hand, "John Nolan, pleasure," he had a parental feeling to him that made you feel safe, that he got that you wanted this to be quick.

"Pleasure, ma'am," Jackson said, hand outstretched, "and I concur, you were incredible. You should be proud."

You nodded, giggling a bit before turning to your aunt, "he always this serious."

Angela shrugged, "I'm trying to tire it out of him. We only did a half day, remember?"

You nodded, "...right."

She came over, hugging you before ruffling your hair - something she'd done since you were young, even if now in your late teens, "I'll get there. 'sides, he's a good guy. All three are."

You nodded, "I know, I know," you said.

"I gotta say," Grey said, "that was some cheer. You've grown a lot, Y/N."

"Thank you gr-uncle Grey," you said, looking to your dad who gave you a wink: nice save.

"Hi, Wesley," a man in a suit said.

You shook his hand, eyes coming to life more as you looked back at your aunt, "ah, so this will be my uncle-in-law."

He went red at that, Angela letting out a laugh and cough at that.

She looked to Tim, "traitor!"

Tim raised his hands, "hey, you know the rules when it comes to family -"

"'No secrets', yeah Bradford, I remember," Angela said, rolling her eyes fondly. You did clock how she held Wesley's hand after that.

You looked to Nyla, giving a smile and approaching with hands together.

"You must be the new TO," you said, "I know you're still getting used to being back from undercover. So, I understand if just a hello is ok for now. But, I hope I can get to know you more?"

Nyla smiled softly, "perceptive, aren't you?" she said in a soft tone, "ever thought about being an officer?"

You shook your head, "I'll leave that to you guys. I think I'd prefer just a simple life, however I can."

Nyla nodded, "understood. But, keep that sharp eye of yours."

You tilted your head, looking at her and then at Nolan, "do you both have kids?"

They nodded, "a son, Henry," Nolan said.

"A daughter. Quite a bit younger than you," Nyla said, "I don't know what she wants to be yet, she's still learning. But, and don't tell anyone else this," she said, leaning down a bit, "I might just start bringing up cheer more after seeing moves like that."

You smiled, nodding, before making a zipping motion to your mouth.

You went back to your dad, who put an arm around your shoulder.

This was your family, with new additions.

They loved you for who you were.

Your dad knew you worried. You always would. But, you also had friends to help ground you, just as he did.

Neither of you were alone.

[tategaminu]

Rayla will be pregnant in Arc 3 (trust me bro)

This whole thing is a mix of analysis and coping, while trying to be as self-indulgent as possible. It actually makes sense, I swear but take it as mostly me trying to gaslight you into believing Rayla will get paegant.

With the upcoming Arc 3, we’ll get to see our two blorbos at the fresh age of 24 and 25. This means that not only might they be married, but they could also become parents. While Rayla and Callum are both very parental people, but would they have children in a world that's about to be doomed when a certain giant purple man comes back from the sky?

Would Callum and Rayla follow their desire for a domestic life while preparing for Aaravos, or would they renounce it? Would they bring a child into this world knowing it may end? Would they have a kid, even knowing that Aaravos might kill them, leaving the child orphaned?

I’m leaning towards yes, even if it’s an oopsie, but let me lay out the different points here LET'S GOOOO

Implications for the future and meaning

I'm 50/50 on whether Rayla and Callum will decide to have children or not.

I think they will get married, but having children is a completely different matter. Aaravos will return in seven years, and even if they prepare, the threat of him truly dooming the world and killing them all still looms over them

If they decide to have children, it would be because they want to continue with their lives, even with Aaravos returning. If they choose not to, it may be because they don’t want to be 'selfish' — not wanting to bring a potential orphan into the world or a child who might die young. There’s so much at stake here, especially considering the trauma they both carry with their parents. Callum lost his dad and mom at a very young age, and his relationship with his stepdad was somewhat strained. Rayla was abandoned by her parents and later faced issues with her adoptive ones. These experiences could definitely influence their decision. Don’t get me wrong, they would be amazing parents, but these fears and past traumas could hold them back.

At the end of the day, just as Opeli says, their lives must go on. They can’t just wait forever for Aaravos to be gone for good, even if he returns in seven years. But the question is — will they even notice? Some sources say the time skip might be as much as 12 years. What if Aaravos spends five of those years planning to take them down? Will they wait that long?

Of course, Callum is still worried about all of this, because he’s deeply afraid of what the future holds — what Aaravos might do to him and his loved ones.

Whether the pregnancy they might have is planned or not, I think they would choose to go through with it. As I mentioned, they’re both very parental people and love each other so much, they would love the life they would create together so would they really renounce that life — a life they want — because of Aaravos? That would be unfair to them. It could also echo Janai's words in season 6:

With you. Callum and Rayla facing the dangerous times ahead, together.

And not putting off the good things (their baby and life together) for fear of the bad (Aaravos).

Miyana and the ten babies scene

It was a big surprise that we got a pregnant Miyana this season, and it seemed to be an oopsie pregnancy. They both had a secret relationship before, and after that, they were committing war crimes together—there’s no way they planned this. So, the creators not shying away from surprising pregnancies means that Rayllum having one isn’t impossible. Now, would they repeat themselves? sure, why not? after all, Miyana's pregnancy wasn't that present in the season.

Anyways, to get to the main point, I think Miyana's pregnancy served not only as a plot device but also for foreshadowing and parallelism.

Dear bad-taste-in-men Miyana talks about how she wants to love her child and have her child feel loved, how she wants their dream to come true—a quiet life, full of happiness and love for their kid.

Then Miyana asks him to fight, to stay alive for both of them. Karim ends up fighting... but not in the way she expected, and he loses his life. However, we could see this scenario playing out the same way, but turned around with you know who?

Exactly! Them.

Because right after Miyana and Karim's scene, we jump to these two.

Specifically, these two talking about having a quiet, nice life together—this time, the guy is the one expressing it to the girl, and she accepts.

In the same episode, we get Callum speaking fondly of his hypothetical children with Rayla, while Karim refers to his unborn child as an heir, never once calling them a baby. (There’s a lot of talk about having babies for a kids' show, lol.) It really shows that Callum is truly made of dad material, unlike Karim. And of course, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that these two scenes are in the same episode—it's clearly done for foreshadowing purposes.

Note that Callum isn’t surprised by the question at all—this guy has 100% thought about his kidos with Rayla before.

This scene could easily be a throwaway joke, but why would they include it if that’s the case? I think it’s more likely foreshadowing. I don’t think they’ll have ten kids, but Callum is very open about wanting to be a dad, and the way Rayla treats children and animals… yeah, these two are definitely going to be parents eventually.

Callum definitely wants to have babies with her—he doesn’t even deny it, which hints at some juicy things for the future.He also talks about how and elf/human baby would look, which is something great considering they were at war just two years ago.

I’ve said this before because I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but the series ending with Rayla and Callum surviving and bringing a new life into the world—a half-elf, half-human child—would not only show that they’ve made it through everything and have a bright future ahead, but it would also symbolize the full union and peaceful coexistence of humans and elves.

TTM

This is a bit of a stretch, but why not add it? This comic is after all, mostly about them. We get this iconic scene where our little muffins hold hands for the ceremony. Of course, this is part of the ritual, but Callum also does it to show his love.

This ritual is about the rebirth of Phoe-Phoe. Rayla, of course, is distraught about her parents after what Lujanne says, but her words are interesting.

'Death is frightening, birth can be as well — elf and human, each one is equally vulnerable in the beginning and in the end.'

Let that fact be humbling, let it bind us together- so also does life come from death. This is a cycle, not an ending.

II think having Rayla and Callum here, with those words, could suggest something for the future. They’re going to be in a situation filled with impending doom — and, of course, death. But who's to say there won’t also be rebirth? After all, it’s a cycle, and future life could be a beacon of hope in the darkness that’s about to come.

The child being born at the end could represent the cycle of death and life — new life after (or perhaps before) Aaravos’ defeat, symbolizing the balance between the two. It could mean that even in the face of death, there will be life.

Moment of Truth

In Moment of Truth, we see Viren's backstory with Lissa and his children. We know how relevant the parallels between Callum and Viren are—what if they also parallel each other as fathers?

Viren was shown to do anything for Soren when he was a child, and Callum has repeatedly shown he would do anything for Ezran and Rayla. If we see Callum as a father, we’ll likely see him doing anything for his child as well, further paralleling his character arc with Viren's.

What caught my attention in this episode is the contrast between Lissa and Rayla. We find out that Lissa abandoned Viren because he mistreated her, in the same episode where Callum is literally healed by his love for Rayla. In this episode, we also see Viren's way of parenting, but Callum and he can’t fully parallel in that regard... yet.

Sir Puff

Sir Puff and a Rayllum baby would be parallels, HEAR ME OUT.

Puff is technically the first 'elf/human' hybrid we see in the whole series. Of course, he’s not a full one—he’s a homunculus—but still, he’s born from a human and an elf.

Sir Puff was an artificial elf/human child created by two people who didn’t love each other, 'without consent,' and existing solely to be sacrificed to extend someone else’s life.

But Rayllum’s baby? That would be a child born the natural way, from two people who love each other deeply, and who wouldn’t be sacrificed. They would be loved and taken care of. Sir Puff and a Rayllum baby would be the same thing in completely opposite ways.

I’ve been thinking for a while—what if the reveal was something like this? Rayla saying 'our child,' but in a completely different context, of course.

At the same time, Viren and Sir Puff mirror some of the sacrifice themes that Rayllum faces. Rayla wanted Callum to sacrifice her if he ever had to choose between the greater good and her—she was willing to sacrifice Callum, which would also mean sacrificing herself. But what if Rayla was pregnant? That would complicate everything. Not only would she be sacrificed, but a child as well.

Callum has already admitted that he would do anything for her, even after 'promising' he would choose the greater good. But what about Rayla? Would she be less self-sacrificial if she were carrying a child? Would she still be willing to kill Callum if it meant their child would never meet him? Because one thing is sacrificing her happiness with him; another is taking the father away from their child.

Of course, Rayla doesn’t want to hurt Callum, but she was willing to respect his wishes in Nova. How much would that change after seven years and with a baby on the way? Maybe Rayla would feel even more motivated to save him. While I do believe she would still try to save him regardless, having a child might really strengthen her resolve.

Leola (and her last wish)

Of course, we get the sweet ending of Arc 2. It’s not just a regular episode or the season finale, but the end of an entire arc that’s leading into a new one.

And what do we get in the end? Callum and Rayla sharing a sweet moment, followed by a shot of Leola's Last Wish in the sky. Leola’s wish was for every child to know they are loved. Of course, this message isn’t just related to Rayllum—it’s for Leola, and for all the children in their universe. It’s a message for the audience, but I don’t think it’s a coincidence that this star has been related to Rayllum, twice.

The first time we learned about Leola's Last Wish was also during a moment where Callum and Rayla shared something sweet. To me, that feels like foreshadowing of them having children and loving them, just as Leola wished. This star and her wish could have appeared in any other scene of the show, but it was shown alongside Rayllum.

Leola was a child who was different and killed unfairly. In the end, Rayllum’s future child(ren) will also be different, but their parents and everyone around them will love them, and hopefully, a tragedy like that won’t happen again. I think there could be some really interesting parallels between Leola and a potential Rayllum child, especially when considering the conflict between Callum and Aaravos. With Callum being a father too, it would definitely make things more… complicated? Or maybe more interesting? Aaravos would certainly find a way to use it to his advantage.

The reveal of Leola's Last Wish at the end is very similar to something, wanna know what? exactly,

Callum finding his one truth (his love for Rayla). Them both embracing and making light (AKA life).

Also as a friend pointed out, it looks like an egg. AN EGG. AN E G G.

Maybe we will see this sweet scene once more, but with Rayla and Callum this time. Wouldn't that be sweet?

This is my speculation and weirdness, Aaron.

[yanderes-galore]

may i request a yandere platonic duo Monkey king and Mk with a female darling thas been kidnapped and wont talk to them AT ALL.  darlings not scared , she just doing this out of spite and anger due to the fact that they took everything away from her hcs please

Sure! I'll see what ideas I can come up with for this :) A couple sections use female pronouns but it's never really focused in this since I'm so used to GN nowadays.

Yandere! Platonic! Sun Wukong + MK with Defiant! Darling

Pairing: Platonic - Sharing

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Kidnapping, Delusional behavior, Forced companionship.

The two wouldn't understand why you insist on neglecting them.

They've always been your friends, right?

Knowing them and the fact they're teacher and student, I can see them having similar motives for a shared obsession.

They're both heroes who have seen how bad the world can get.

Considering Wukong's yandere behavior, it would make sense if he passed it down to MK.

Both of them do what they do to "protect" their obsession.

Doesn't matter what it takes as long as you're safe, right?

Unfortunately... Both of them decided keeping you at Flower Fruit Mountain was the best action to keep you safe.

It was no doubt Wukong's idea.

This is yet another case of two traumatized heroes being scared of losing you.

I imagine they do know why you're ignoring them, but refuse to see what they're doing as wrong.

They're trying to help keep you safe, yet they're obviously not keeping you happy.

Wukong seems like he'd give you space.

After all, they tricked a human woman to come to the mountain then trapped her here....

Protection or not, Wukong must have at least a little self awareness to know you're scared.

MK, on the other hand, is more insistent on you talking to him.

You two have been friends for a while....

He views you like a sister almost and is incredibly upset that you won't even acknowledge him.

Are you just going to ignore the years you've known him?

Ironically you feel the same way, for different reasons.

You never thought two heroes, ones that were your friends, would kidnap you like some damsel in distress.

It pisses you off, rightfully so.

The silent treatment is probably the most tame thing you could've done.

Yet it still makes MK anxious all the same....

MK may actually ask Wukong if what they're doing is the "right thing for her?"

Wukong would probably encourage MK, claiming you'd be safer here in the more peaceful environment of the mountain.

After all, MK most likely came to Wukong after experiencing fears of losing you.

This was no doubt after LBD and learning he's also a monkey demon....

Wukong, in response, manipulates MK into manipulating you.

The monkey king has similar fears to MK when it comes to losing those he loves.

Wukong is also attached to you, which would drive him to convince MK of this whole plan.

Your feelings are justified, extremely justified.

Yet the two act like they aren't.

Why would you punish them for doing something good for you?

They're both delusional, no doubt about it honestly.

Isolation is selfish and doesn't protect you.

Wukong tries to be accommodating, letting you roam with supervision and offering gifts or games.

MK is clingy with you, incredibly clingy.

He's begging you to forgive him, to pay attention to him.

He easily cracks over the silent treatment, practically having tears in his eyes as he wraps around your arm.

You merely stare at the wall, glaring when they try to talk to you.

They really did take everything.

Your friends, family, home....

Now you're stuck on this damn mountain with them and a bunch of monkeys.

When they first brought you here, you believed them when they said there was some sort of danger.

Now, probably months later, you don't believe that story.

You feel betrayed and irritated.

You know there's no way for you to get back home without powers like Wukong or MK.

Not unless you enjoy going through hazards that might outright kill you, which you know they'll never allow.

So, instead, being quiet and never speaking is your best method of defiance.

While you might be winning over MK, Wukong doesn't seem affected.

Wukong plans to keep you protected, he knows MK wants the same thing too.

It may be tough... but you'll break eventually.

Soon you'll realize you need them at some point...

Once you do, they'll accept you with open arms when you accept them... then you'll be safe, happy, and all theirs.

[evilartreblogger]

Imagine the mental states of some of the bosses in Elden Ring? No matter how bad these people are, I feel so bad for them. They’ve been subjected to the worst tortures any fictional universe can have.

Radahn? Can you imagine how awful it felt for his mind to slowly be ripped away from him, year by year? Even if it made him harder to charm…. Imagine the pure pain. The loss. The worry that maybe Leonard won’t make it, or worse, he’ll kill Leonard. He’ll release the stars when he can’t think anymore. Perhaps, maybe, he’d die at some point from the rot. Of course, maybe, he knew his Great Rune would burn at the rot and keep his body, but not his mind, going.

Mohg and Morgott? The Omen twins. Do I really need to go into this? Imagine, being cast into the sewers and being told you’re lucky for not nearly being killed as soon as you were born. Your dad can’t save you, even if he should and wanted to, lest he face the literal wrath of a god. Your mother hates you, you don’t know why yet, and it’s all scary. You’re around bigger omens, who are angrier at the world than you are yet. For Morgott, he gets to watch his brother’s horn grow INTO his eye, all while horns grow out of above his eye, half blinding both of them. For Mohg, the slow pressure of having that horn stab into his eye, and having no way to remove it without it getting infected in this sewer water. After you get out, the world you loved is crumbling, the Frenzied flame needs someone to gaurd it, Leyndell doesn’t have a ruler anymore.

Godfrey? He’s not allowed to have emotions. Everything he wants to feel, wants to get out, ultimately suppressed by Serosh. He wants to yell, he wants to sob at Morgott’s death, we see this, but he can’t, Serosh took that ability from him. Even if Serosh mourns for him, it isn’t the same. Say he’s a warlord, a general, but he still has emotions. He’s human, just like the tarnished. He’s steeled against losing comrades, not the child he never had the chance to spend time with and hoped to see once more. His wife betrays him for what reason? He doesn’t know. He’s cast away, told to die or else he wouldn’t have his strength back, and sent OUT of the land of the Erdtree.

Take a moment in this horrible world, to think what your tarnished is doing, and ask, how much pain have they wrought? Should an uprising be against them?

No I’m not voting against you destroying the world, i’m asking you to look at it from a character’s perspective. Is your character doing it just for the sake? How terrifying is this tarnished? This immortal force, coming to kill you, and all you can do is hope and prey they give up attacking you or don’t absolutely need to kill you yo reach your goal. Because the Tarnished is an omen of destruction, they don’t give up no matter what you put them through.

The world of Elden Ring is so scary to look at it from within. To know the doubt, to know the eternal pain, the everlasting stalemates, and this force of reckoning that runs across the land causing mass destruction…. Yet this force is called your savior. Wouldn’t you try to destroy us too?

[hiraikotsusama]

ATTENTION! THIS IS A RANT POST ABOUT THOR: RAGNAROK

If you are not interested/a Ragnarok fan please skip, or just don't leave negative comments, thank you.

Ok, here we go.

I personally hate how overrated Thor: Ragnarok is.

People only started criticising Waititi's direction after the Love and Thunder flop, and I was honestly flabbergasted, because... They were criticising the exact same things they loved so much in Ragnarok.

For example, they criticised Thor being too stupid and unserious but... He was already an idiot in Ragnarok? Which, by the way, even as a Loki stan, was the thing I hated the most about the movie (I guess the Odinsons just have a tendency of becoming idiotic scapegoats in every modern piece of media that depicts them. Yes, I'm also referencing the Loki series here.)

But moving on.

Another thing that was funny to me was people (rightfully) criticising the lack of seriousness and conflict with such a great villain. And, once again, I was there standing like... It's the SAME THING that happened in Ragnarok?? Like, the movie that's supposed to be about Ragnarok literally only had like 20 minutes of apocalypse/main conflict with Hela/Surtr in it! Most of the goddamn movie takes place on a dumb garbage planet with the Grandmaster (another wasted character) just fucking around. Little side note here, the Grandmaster is supposed to be the Collector's brother (in the comics and cartoon they both collect rare things and people and compete over it, yadda yadda) and yet this isn't referenced in any way? His powers are never shown. Like what? The potential? Wasted like that? UGH.

Also, this movie adds shallow characters. First of all, obviously, the Grandmaster, who I already covered. Then, and here I'm taking a deep breath waiting to get crucified, Valkyrie.

Ok, I'm going to try and explain this one easily. Valkyrie isn't a bad character, ok? I'm already going to say this since I want to clarify it as soon as possible. I don't think she's bad and I don't dislike her. The problem is, she is given a shallow personality and shallow purpose, at least when I look at her. For instance, I appreciated the way her trauma was portrayed, with her drinking and all, but they do joke about it sometimes (too many) and that I do not appreciate. But then. Her personality just... Ends there. And again, this is comprehensible in a way, but what I do not understand is her just switching sides randomly, like she didn't capture and shock Thor just hours before in the movie. That, plus her serving little purpose to the plot is what irks me the most. Like, the main things she does in the movie are:

1. Capturing Thor and bringing him to the GM.

2. Telling them about the only way out of the planet.

3. Being there in the final battle.

And if this was a better written movie, this would make her a necessary character. But in Ragnarok... She isn't.

She catches Thor, then dips. Ok, just have him randomly land in the GM's throne room, or have him getting caught by another rando who then dips.

The escape? Loki has lived with the GM (and his most trusted court members/whatever they are supposed to be) for two weeks. Do you really think that someone like him couldn't gather such a massive piece of info in this time? Or even better, do you think he hasn't noticed the GIANT EINSTEIN-ROSEN BRIDGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SKY? He is intelligent. That's the point of his character. He would- SHOULD- have figured it out in a matter of days, the only thing stopping him was getting to a decent ship to cross said bridge, and that's what he actually needed his brother (and maybe Hulk, even if his presence was pretty random) for.

The final battle was disappointing, so I'm not even going to comment this one.

All of this to say that, with the way the character/movie was written, Valkyrie could have been removed, a few changes could have been made and the movie would have been the same. Yeah, she's friends with Hulk, which, cool, but once again this bond isn't used in any way besides her joking with him and Bruce. Her character was treated way better in the What If episodes she appeared in.

Then we have Korg. Yeah, I got nothing to say, he's an idiot that used to be a serious/half-important character in comics/series and got severely distorted in this movie like most other characters starring in it. Funnily enough, just like Valkyrie, his character is treated better and is way more useful in What If, which is honestly ironic.

Then, I could talk about the mistreatment of both Thor and Loki's characters but that would take a post the length of the Divine Comedy, so I'll just cut it short and cover the most important points.

Thor and Loki are obviously not appreciated (Loki is disliked more, of course he is), and therefore are written in a very OOC way. Thor turns into a full blabbering idiot and Loki is interpreted as someone whose only purpose is to betray, stab and rule. And that's all I'm going to say for now, even though I might extend the discourse in a future post.

And now, oooh boy, Hela. I loved Hela, I was excited as soon as she appeared on screen. And what happened next? Her brothers got lost in space and we didn't see them interact with her in any way besides her introduction and the short ahh dialogue with Thor in the final battle. I hate this so much. Once again, the movie that's supposed to talk about Ragnarok only shows the conflict in the last 20 minutes of the movie. And we barely see Hela, or at least we don't get to see her as much as we should, given that she's supposed to be the main antagonist of the damn movie. Her character was great, for all that we could see, but she is a walking definition of wasted potential and I despise it.

Now, there is something I do appreciate about the movie, and it's the characterization of Hulk. He finally isn't reduced to a stupid destroyer or dumb beast, and as a huge Hulk fan and Agents of S.M.A.S.H. watcher I liked this. This, and Heimdall being given some scenes and characterization, too. That's it. That's what I liked about the movie.

Now, short list of things I hated to finish the post: Fandral and Volstagg being killed like flies, Hogun meeting a similar fate right after, Sif not even appearing (so much for Sif and the Three Warriors); the constant jokes that were obviously made for an audience of four years olds; Skurge (or whatever his name was) just... Being there? Another useless/misused/mischaracterised character I didn't mention before, because DAMN is this character STUPID; STRANGE just appearing at some point and dipping (like he couldn't help them?? WHY EVEN MAKE HIM SHOW UP AT ALL UGHHH).

I think that's about it for now, thanks for reading this stupid rant. I'm open for constructive criticism and comments, and also for peaceful discussion, so DM me or leave a comment if you feel like interacting.

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The Meadow | Arthur Morgan x f!reader x Charles Smith

Summary : Arthur and Charles 'wedding' anniversary is coming up, will you be joining them at their vow renewal? Follows along with the series Baptized by Fire

Word Count : 4.5K

Warnings/tags : lots of fluffy feelings, mentions of Arthur recovering from tb, cursing, mention of killing, threesome, double penetration, m/m/f, Arthur x reader, charles x reader, charthur, use of salve as lube, creampie in both ends, unprotected sex, oral m!receiving, anal, brief mention of illegal same-sex marriage (its the early 1900s), slight breeding kink if you squint

Divider by @saradika

Late spring they decided to tie the knot, metaphorically. Neither of them could perform a marriage ceremony like ‘normal’ people. Charles had no tribe or elders to guide them, and Arthur doubted a reverend or priest would perform the rites considering what and who they were. So one morning in late spring, before the sun had truly risen, they journeyed to a meadow near their cabin. Wildflowers grew in abundance near the small stream that ran on the edge of the field. Arthur picked a bouquet for each of them, filled with violet and mustard colored flowers. Charles had carried a blanket with him under his arm. Laying it over both their shoulders they spoke their own set of vows to each other. It wasn’t the normal set, they had seemed a little redundant. To make all these promises that they had already held time and time again.

For better or worse? They had definitely had it worse, neither of them could think of many situations worse than the gang falling apart, the Pinkertons on their tail.

For richer or poorer? They had it good now, and they were lucky that they made away with some money. Charles had built their cabin with his own two hands while Arthur could only watch, so weak that he could barely lift a spoon to feed himself.

Speaking of, in sickness and in health. Charles had basically brought Arthur back from the brink of death. Although Arthur had finally been able to repay the favor when Charles got the flu last winter. Albeit, it wasn’t half as bad as what Arthur had dealt with, or continued to deal with on bad days.

To love and to cherish, that was something they did every day. Cherishing all the time they had together, they had learned that every day together was a blessing with Arthur’s sickness.

It wasn’t fancy, wasn’t glamorous, just the truth. Promising to take it every day at a time, to love each other no matter what, and to choose each other. No matter how hard it got. 

They sealed their promise with a kiss… and more.

Normally, every year they would return to the spot to renew the promise they had made. It had only been a tradition for a year or two, but now… they had you.

Charles had noticed the ring. The way Arthur kept pulling it out when you weren’t around. Normally he kept it in a box along with some of his personal belongings he had brought with him when he left camp. He had been able to add a few more when you had dug out his old trunk, uncovering pictures he had thought he long since lost.

You had truly come into your own around here. Taking over half of the work, tending to the animals and the garden most days. Although whenever Arthur complained about you working yourself too hard you’d take a few days off, just to ease his concerns.

You fit. Like they had been missing a piece of the puzzle this whole time without knowing it. Now that they had you, it seemed painfully obvious. Like you had been with them all along, and not just for a few months. Hell, half the time Arthur would be talking about the gang, looking to you to back up whatever story he was telling. Although Charles wasn’t much better.

It was refreshing to see the true you, so different from the scared frozen girl they had saved all those months ago. But when that frightened girl rose up from inside you, they were there to ease your fears.

So it seemed common knowledge to Charles that you would be joining their ceremony this year. He knew Arthur wanted it, and he was certain that you would say yes. They just had to ask you.

“I think I’m gonna hit the hay early.” You yawned, peeling yourself out of Charles' warm embrace. You had nearly worked yourself to the bone today, tending to the garden. Pulling up weeds and helping the boys put up a new fence. Your personal vendetta against the rabbits that lived nearby had grown to exponential heights when they had eaten your lettuce sprouts. Even with your utter loathing of the creatures, you wouldn’t allow Charles or Arthur to take care of them in the usual sense. No, instead they spent a good part of the afternoon putting up a fence they knew those damn rabbits could dig right under. But you had asked, and how could they say no?

“Good night.” Charles said, grabbing your hand as he pulled you back down for a kiss. You smiled against his warm lips, cupping his cheek as you traced the lightning scar that ran up his jaw. 

“Good night sweetheart.” Arthur hummed, dog-earring the page of his book as he closed it. Cupping your cheek with his large hand as you bent down for a kiss.

“Don’t wait up.” You smiled, yawning as you made your way into the bedroom. Charles waited until the door was closed before turning to face Arthur.

Their anniversary was only days away now, and they still hadn’t spoken a word about it. But if Charles had waited for Arthur to make the first move, well they wouldn’t be here in the first place. Leave it to him to have to bring it up.

“It’s almost Friday.” He spoke, clearing his throat as he leaned forward. Arthur swallowed thickly, humming noncommittally. Charles gave him a look, raising his brows. “Are we gonna head to the meadow this year?”

“Course we are.” Arthur’s gruff voice replied, opening up to the page he had tabbed. Although his nose was buried in it, Charles knew he wasn’t reading. Instead using it as a prop, something to hide behind. Charles leaned over, pulling the book down onto Arthur’s lap.

“Is she coming with us?” He asked, finding his blue-green eyes in the low light of the fire. The sun started to slow its descent past the horizon, as it did every year once the summer came. But it still didn’t provide enough light or heat for them to solely use it. Charles watched as his Adam's apple bobbed, his fingers twitching against the parchment.

“I don’t know.” He mumbled, letting out a sigh.

“You know,” Charles started, leaning back in his matching rocking chair. “That ring is too pretty to be sitting in a box.” 

Arthur’s ears tinged pink as he glanced over at Charles.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He muttered, his cheek turning a beautiful rosy hue. Charles wanted to laugh, instead he just smiled and shook his head.

“You’re a fool, Arthur.” He hummed, crossing his arms over his chest. “And a bad liar for an outlaw.”

“Former outlaw.�� Arthur corrected, the hint of a smile on his lips.

Charles and Arthur hadn’t been beside you when you woke up. You had reached over to bury your face into Arthur’s warm back only to find the spot where they laid cold. You groaned, burying your head into your pillow instead. You begrudgingly got up, pulling on your thick wool socks as you padded out into the main room.

They were both sitting at the table, breakfast already served and laid out in a beautiful spread.

“Is it my birthday?” You chuckled, raising a brow as you sat down next to Charles, seeking out his warmth. An almost tense silence grew between the three of you as you looked between them.

Arthur cleared his throat, his eyes moving from yours down to the space in front of you. You looked down and there, on a small piece of cloth, was a ruby ring.

You looked up to Arthur and Charles, your jaw dropping. “Is- is this?” You asked breathlessly, your mouth suddenly very dry.

“This Friday, Arthur and I are gonna head out to the meadow and… and renew our vows.” Charles said looking down at you, “We want you to come with us.” His gentle smile spread warmth through you like the first sip of coffee in the morning. 

“Are you asking me to…” You didn’t want to assume, you’d only been with them a couple months now. Maybe it was only some kind of promise ring.

“We want you to-“ Arthur cleared his throat again, “to be our wife. If- if that’s something you’d want.” Arthur’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, looking up at you before glancing over at Charles.

“Of- of course I want that.” You whispered, still in disbelief of what they were proposing. Charles' warm hand enveloped your left one, holding it out for Arthur to slip the gold band on. 

“Then on Friday, we’ll get married.” Charles said softly, squeezing your hand in his own.

“We’ll get married.” You chuckled softly, tears pricking your eyes as you looked up at them. Arthur’s eyes were tinged red, as he looked away from the two of you.

“Damn you.” Arthur mumbled, rubbing his eyes as he tried to hide the tears that shone in them. Charles chuckled, reaching across the table to cup the back of his neck. Arthur let him pull him closer, sniffing slightly. “Oh, to hell with it.” Arthur got up from his seat, rounding the table to engulf the two of you in a hug. “Don’t know how I got so damn lucky.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to Charles' head and then yours. 

“I feel pretty damn lucky too.” You sniffled, wiping away a few tears that had slipped past your waterline. Charles hummed, pulling Arthur down for a kiss before cupping your cheek, his plump lips pressing against yours. 

Friday morning came slowly, it felt like an eternity had lasted between when they had asked you and now. The three of you got up, helping get each other dressed as you did so. You picked out your blue dress, it was the first dress they had bought you. Taking you to town and going on a bit of a shopping spree. Charles nimble fingers buttoned up the front of it, Arthur eyes had been glued to you since you had slipped the fabric over your head. Both of them were too handsome for their own good, dressed in plain button downs and trousers.

Perhaps it was just them and not the clothes. Charles pulled one of the blankets off the bed, folding it under his arm. You paused for a moment, admiring the ring on your finger.

“I-“ Arthur cleared his throat, wrapping his arm around your waist as he tugged you closer, “I hope you like it, I know it’s nothing fancy but… it was my mothers.” Your heart nearly melted. 

“Oh Arthur it’s…” You shook your head looking up at him, “It’s perfect.” You smiled, having a hard time believing he would give you something of such importance. He nodded, a small breath of relief leaving his lips.

“Well I’m- m’glad you like it sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead, his stubble lightly scratching your skin. 

“C’mon lovebirds.” Charles chuckled, smiling at the two of you as he left the bedroom. The three of you headed outside, Charles' large hand engulfing your own as you walked to the barn. The men saddled up their horses, Arthur sneaking both Buell and Taima a sugar cube. Charles gave him a half hearted scolding glare, which quickly turned into a smile. You let Arthur pull you up behind him as you wrapped your arms around his waist. You let out a breath, hiding your giddy smile as you buried your face in Arthur’s back. Feeling his muscles tense and relax against your cheek, tightening his hold on the reins. 

You couldn’t help but think of the last time you had ridden with Arthur. The memory brought the stench of smoke to the forefront of your mind. The late spring sun warming your back, instead of the freezing wind that had whipped through your hair and chilled you to your bones. 

Everything had changed since then, and you couldn’t be more thankful for it. Your entire life had been flipped upside down. You would never be alone again. The thought filled you with warmth, tears prickling your nose and eyes. You felt so foolish, chuckling wetly as you wiped your face on Arthur’s back.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” His deep voice rumbled through you, nearly vibrating against your cheek. His concerned gaze found yours as he briefly turned his head to look back at you.

“I’m perfect.” You said with a watery smile, clearing your throat. Charles looked over at the two of you, shooting you a warm smile.

“You’re supposed to save your tears for the vows, sweetheart. That’s what Arthur does anyway.” He said with a teasing smile, motioning to him with his head. Arthur scoffed, shaking his head with a chuckle.

“You are a cruel mistress, Mr. Smith.” 

The horses led the three of you to a meadow near the cabin. A herd of wild horses that were grazing nearby, galloped off into the distance as you drew closer. Their hooves echoing across the field as they rode farther away. Arthur and Charles steered the horses to the middle of the meadow before they climbed off their backs. Arthur held his arms up for you, grabbing your waist as he set down you gently onto the ground. There was a beautiful assortment of wildflowers growing in the grass, you stopped to pick yourself a bouquet. You gathered purple, white, and yellow blossoms in your arms. Before turning back to look at Arthur and Charles. 

Taima and Buell had both walked a short distance away, grazing in the fresh grass. Charles stood with a blanket under his arm, Arthur next to him. You walked over to the two of them, biting your lip as a smile tugged your lips up. An undeniable sense of giddiness was in the air. 

“What do we do?” You asked softly. There was no priest or reverend, not that you minded that. It wasn’t like the three of you could actually marry each other in the eyes of the law. Arthur was technically a dead man, the Pinkertons long since giving up their search for him. 

“Come close.” Charles said, pulling the blanket out from under his arm. He wrapped it around all three of you, as you stood under his arm. “I speak these words with no hesitation or doubt,” He started, “I chose you both, and will continue to choose you every day. To run after you time and time again,” He said looking down at you, “To ride beside you always.” He turned his attention to Arthur. “To look after the both of you, and protect you until my last breath.” Arthur swallowed hard, his eyes glistening as he began to speak. 

“I choose you both, now and forever. To stand by you,” He looked up at Charles, “as equals.” His tearful gaze found yours. “I commit myself to you both. To always answer your call, even if that means building a hundred more fences that those damn rabbits can dig under.” You chuckled wetly, wiping away your own tears as he spoke.

“I choose you both.” You started looking at the two men, “To run towards you and not away. To never take your actions for granted. To fight for our love, even when life tests our resolve.”

“I love you.” Charles said, his voice soft, like speaking a reverential prayer.

“I love you.” Arthur echoed, weakly covering the break of his voice with a cough. 

“I love you.” You smiled, sniffling as you looked up at the two men who had not stolen your heart all those months ago. But held out their hands, waiting for you to freely give it to them. You were bursting with joy, laughing softly as you kissed Charles. His plump lips pressed against your own. You moved to kiss Arthur, finding him waiting. The slight stubble above his lips rubbing against your skin. Charles hand held Arthur’s cheek, pulling him in for a kiss once the two of you had parted. 

The air thickened around the three of you, becoming charged. These were your men, from now until your heart stopped beating. It was official now, as official as a marriage between two men and a woman could be, they were yours. And you were theirs. Your body now belonged to them, and not because they now owned you, but because you freely gave it away. Just as you belonged to them, they belonged to you. You would never have to worry about being mistreated by the men who held your heart. Your heart quickened, your mouth running dry. Your bouquet fell to the ground as you took a step back. Your fingers hastily unbutton your dress.  You could feel their eyes, settling over you like a heavy blanket. The blue fabric fell to the soft earth below your feet, as you stepped out of it. 

Arthur was already halfway undressed, yanking the buttons through the eyelets of his shirt. Charles tugged his shirt over his head, kicking off his boots. In a moment Arthur was on you, his calloused hands gripping your waist as he pulled you closer. 

“Arthur-“ You breathed, tilting your head back as he peppered your neck with kisses. Your hand reached out blindly for Charles, coming into contact with his arm. He didn’t need to be told twice, coming up behind you. He trailed his nose up your spine, sending shivers down it. 

“Shit sweetheart.” Arthur groaned into your skin, his stubble lightly scratching against your sensitive skin.

“Please-“

“We’ll give you whatchu need, don’t you worry.” He hummed, raising his head to look past you at Charles. You were sandwiched between the two men, and there’s no place you’d rather be. 

“What’d you think about that sweetheart?” Charles deep baritone rumbled through his chest, the sound reverberating against your back. “You want us both?” You nodded, looking over your shoulder at Charles. His scarred hands slipped your sleeves off your shoulders. Arthur finished the job, pulling your dress off. 

“Get on your back.” Arthur said, his eyes finding Charles. He wasted no time laying down on the blanket, shimming his pants down. Your mouth started to water as his thick cock sprung up against his belly. 

“He looks good enough to eat, doesn’t he?” Arthur purred in your ear. You nodded, biting your lip as you looked back at him. “Go on while I warm you up.” He said, taking the salve out of Charles' pants pocket. 

Those bastards.

“You two had this planned.” You said, rolling your eyes as you wrapped your hand around Charles' cock. Not that you were complaining. Charles groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as you squeezed around the base of him.

“Now that is a mighty strong accusation Mrs. Smith.” Arthur chuckled. If you weren’t already wet, you were now soaked. You leaned down, licking a stripe up his length. You wrapped your lips around his head, moaning at the salty taste of precum on your tongue. 

“Christ Arthur.” Charles moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he fisted his hand in your hair.

“Hear what you’re doing to him?” Arthur spoke from behind you. You nodded, gently bobbing your head. You flinched as he started to slather the salve around your puckered hole. “Easy there, girl.” He cooed, pressing his finger in, your muscle clenching at the intrusion. Your breath hitched in your throat, gasping around Charles. 

“Such a pretty mouth.” Charles breathed, petting your hair as he looked down at you. You hollowed your cheeks, relaxing your throat as you pressed down as far as you could go. The tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat, breathing through your nose as you swallowed around him. A strangled groan escaped Charles’ lips, his head falling back against the blanket. Arthur added another finger, his breath falling harshly from his lips. 

“You outta see her Charles.” Arthur said breathlessly.

“Could tell you the same thing.” Charles said, swallowing harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You pulled up, sucking on his mushroom top. “Good god.” 

“Hold on there partner.” Arthur said, not wanting Charles to blow his load too quickly as he went knuckle deep into you.

“Arthur-“ You moaned, Charles’ cock falling out of your mouth, hitting your chin. 

“How bout that? Moaning another man’s name while your mouth is full of his cock?” He chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers out. You let out an amused huff, rolling your eyes.

“Think she’s ready, Arthur. I know I am.” Charles huffed, his eyes nearly black with how blown his pupils were. 

“I’m getting there.” He chided, and you could almost feel the way his eyebrows raised behind you. “Climb on top of him, sweetheart.” He said, laying a playful slap to your behind. You chuckled, straddling Charles’ waist. He guided you down onto his cock, a pleasant gasp leaving both of your lips. No matter how many times you took Charles, it was almost a stretch. A small pinch as you sank down onto his lap. Athur's hands ran reverently up and down your side, his lips brushing against your shoulder. “Look so pretty like this.” He whispered, his breath fanning against your back. You shivered, pulling a groan from Charles. 

“M’ready Arthur.” You said, looking back at him. He pressed a chaste kiss to your shoulder blade before spreading your cheeks. You waited, trying not to squirm on Charles lap, sucking in a breath as he pressed the head of his cock against your hole. 

“Deep breaths.” Charles reminded you, staring up at you through half lidded eyes. All too familiar with how it felt to take Arthur. You tried your hardest to focus on your breathing as Arthur split you open, slowly pressing into you. It stung, but only for a moment before you and Arthur moaned in tandom. Holding your hips with an ironclad grip, hissing a breath out between his teeth.

“So goddamn tight.” He groaned, easing you open as he carved a space for him inside you. Charles’ breath stuttered along with Arthur’s, as he began to feel Arthur through you. 

“Oh god-“ You gasped, as he slid in through tiny increments. Your hands grasped Charles’ shoulders, your nails digging in as a hiss fell from his lips. You didn’t even have the mental capacity to apologize, just trying your best to relax as he filled you to the hilt. 

“Arthur-“ Charles groaned, his hands finding Arthur’s on your hips. 

“I know baby, I know.” He moaned, resting his forehead against your back as he squeezed one of his hands. “Can feel ya big boy.” You unconsciously clenched at his words, causing groans to tumble out of both men.

“Can’t hold off if you keep squeezing me like that.” Arthur chuckled breathlessly, his hair brushing against your back. You can feel both of them pulse inside you, stuffed to the brim. You breathe deeply, fighting through the slight discomfort until it fully dissipates. 

“Move.” You moan, holding onto Charles for dear life. They both do as you ask, and immediately your orgasm starts to build. Like waves crashing against the shore, they quickly fall into a rhythm. One where you are never empty, as Arthur pulled back, Charles is thrusting up into you. You’re bouncing on his lap, curses, moans and groans falling shamelessly from your mouth. Tears prick your eyes as your belly tightens, pleasure spiking down your legs and curling your toes. You reach blindly behind you for Arthur, grabbing a fistful of his honey blond hair. 

The two men speak in a never ending flow of words. A chorus of ‘so good, right, fuck, shit’ filled your ears. 

You can’t hold on, mumbling a weak, “Gonna-“ before your orgasm slams into you. Throwing you head first off the metaphor cliff into a world of pleasure. Wave after wave washes over you, tears slipping down your cheeks as they pound into you. You could hardly control yourself, nearly collapsing onto Charles' chest before Arthur pulled you back into his chest. As they chase their own highs, they bring you over the edge again and again. You don’t know where one orgasm ends and another begins, instead living in a perpetual state of bliss. 

“Sweetheart- oh shit-“ Charles’ eyes are squeezed shut, his brows pinching together in an almost pained look. 

“You gonna- ngh- gonna come?” Arthur panted from behind you, “Come- come with me- come with me baby-“ Arthur babbled, thrusting into you with reckless abandon. 

A cry claws its way out of your throat as they come, filling you with their hot spend. Cotton seems to fill your ears, muffling their moans as they twitch, their hips jutting forward.

It takes a moment for all of you to return to earth, having flown so close to the heavens. 

Arthur moves first, gently rubbing his hands up and down your sides. “Did so good sweetheart.” He mumbled into your skin, nuzzling his nose against your shoulder. He slowly retracts his hips, leaving you empty and spent. Helping you lay down onto Charles’ chest, his seed dripping out of you. He grabs his handkerchief, wiping your cheeks off. He tilts your head, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle embrace. “You alright, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “We weren’t too rough?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded, your eyes fluttering close. He moves to Charles, kissing him before pulling away. You can hear the familiar clink of his belt as he pulls up his pants, his belt hanging off the loops. Charles drags his hand up and down your back, goosebumps erupting on your skin despite his insane body heat. Charles slowly tipped you over, hovering above you as he pulled out of your warm heat. Brushing his knuckle over your cheek as he smiled down at you. Arthur tossed him his handkerchief, wiping your folds clean, well as clean as you could be. 

“Wait.” Arthur said, stopping Charles as he went to wipe himself clean of your juices. “Let me.” Arthur got down on his hands and knees, heat spiking in your belly as he took Charles into his mouth. 

Charles hissed, overstimulated from his mouth as he cleaned him of your juices. His hand threading through Arthur’s hair, tugging slightly on his locks. 

“Just couldn’t let it go to waste.” He hummed, smirking up at Charles. Charles huffed, rolling his eyes as a smile tugged on his lips. 

“Sure you couldn’t.” He mumbled, wrapping his palm around Arthur’s neck before he pulled him into a kiss. You smiled, a warm fuzzy feeling spreading through your body as you laid back on the blanket. Sighing contently as you ran your hands over your naked body. “Think we wore her out.” Charles chuckled, grabbing his pants as he shimmied into them.

“You’d be right.” You hummed, closing your eyes as you basked in the afterglow, raising your hand to cover the sun shining through your eyelids. You felt someone- Arthur- lay down beside you. His skin slightly damp with sweat as he nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. Although you doubted you smelt like anything other than sweat and sex. Charles joined the two of you, wrapping his body around yours, his hand splayed across your lower belly. Gently running his thumb over your skin.

“I love you.” You said softly, speaking to both of them.

“We love you too, missus.” 

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