#not me writing a fic in my mind for this hc on the plane and not being able to write it down because

[ravendruid]

Remember this Au? I had some more ideas for it on the flight back home.

Before I continue, though, I want to make it clear that my knowledge of all things related to aviation is very basic/borderline non-existent, so if you see something that is not accurate/real, it's probably because I made it up. :)

I decided I do not want to kill Vilya in this AU, so she's still alive and she's a pilot for a different airline. She's also the person responsible for Keyleth becoming a pilot.

The last thing Keyleth needs to graduate flight school is to pilot a commercial flight (don't worry, this is completely safe!), so Korrin and Vilya book tickets for that flight to show Keyleth their support.

The flight itself is short (like from Emon to Westruun or Kymal kind of short), and Keyleth obviously has a much more experienced co-pilot (his name is Kerrek and he's been a pilot for as many years as Keyleth has been alive) that helps her through any difficulties she might have. Coincidentally, the twins are working on the flight and that's when Keyleth meets them (and the twins immediately flirt with the cute new pilot). At the end of the flight, once the plane is clear of passengers and only the crew (and her parents) remain, Keyleth is given her wings by Kerr.

[xxacademy]

So I have this thing in my head - if maybe you can do headcannon or drabble. If you want/ ( whichever you want - your good at it all!) Where Leon's SO is at the hospital after being pretty much banged up on a mission ( with BOWS / both are working the same department) and I mean - near death experience lol. But a /between Re6 and Vendetta Leon/ and they have been dating for a long time now. I know very specific, but I have this in my noggin. If you're not into it, no matter - keep up all your work. I love it !

thank you for the kind words 🫶 i’m actually writing a full length fic for this because i LOVE this prompt. buuuuuut, for now a little drabble/hc because it’s gonna take me a lil while to finish that fic- i’ve already got like 2k words down for it though hahaha <33 consider this a companion piece for what’s to come.

hurt/comfort & fluff

leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

leon is calm under pressure, extraordinarily so. so when he gets the call that you were in the ICU, being rushed into emergency surgery he didn’t panic.

he thinks first and deals with the emotions later.

he details in his mind how to get to you- what hospital are you in, does he need to bring anything for you?

you’re out of the state- so he has to fly to you. because of his connections working for the united state’s government- he’s able to get an emergency plane ticket right away.

he has a few hours to kill, so he impatiently circles your shared home, thinking what could he bring for you.

he doesn’t allow his mind to think if your gonna make it out alive. only when you make it out.

he can only assume your clothing is tattered and bloodied, probably cut off of you.

he packs you some clothes, and some of your favorite things. like the little stuffed bear he bought you for your birthday.

on the plane he sits restlessly- checking the time over and over. you’re the only thing on his mind, he wishes he could hold your hand and tell you everything is going to be all right. he wonders if you’re scared. he hates that you’re alone.

upon landing he takes a cab to the hospital, he hands the driver a $100 bill and tells him to make it quick.

leon waits in the lobby of the emergency room, the blast of anxiety finally hitting him. the stifled cries of pain from other people waiting to be seen are overwhelming to him.

it’s when leon gets to see you that his emotions catch up to him. his sense of calm finally cracking the moment he sees you hooked up to machines in a hospital bed.

his blue eyes glassy from the tears welling up.

he kneels by your bedside- stroking your arm down to your hand. resting his head on the bed, watching you sleep.

he tucks the stuffed animal under your other arm- hoping to comfort you when you awake.

he talks to you even though you’re asleep, “i love you, you’re so strong- you got this, dear.”

please, please, please make it for me. i won’t let you leave me this way.

he attentively watches everything they do to you, every test that is ran and every medication that is administered.

leon gives you his unwavering support. wishing he can take the pain away. protect you from all harm. make life easier for you.

he knows your a fighter. hell, you wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for your determined nature. but that in no way helps his urge to protect you.

when you wake up, you smile. a smile of warmth, full of surprise.

“leon? you’re here? how?”

“shhshh take it easy honey, im here- you’re here. that’s all that matters.” ♡

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i wrote a fic inspired by this little blurb- check it out if you enjoyed this one!! -> tender

[brotherwtf]

Hello I hope my favourite Clegan writer is doing well <3 I was thinking of a hogwarts fic! Like after the first war with voldy everyone is scared of sending their kids to Hogwarts and here comes the American Wizarding government sending a bunch of their own (our boys) to make things easier in the UK and make it look peaceful and safe and to encourage other wizards to do the same. I think it would be a cool and fun thing to read with Gale's dad hating him cuz of his magic, the boys not being familiar with the culture and making a mess everywhere they go ans wreaking havoc, and eventually Buck and Bucky finding a home in Hogwarts together. I'm sorry can you tell I can't write lol I just wanted to share this HC with you, have a great day/night <3

favorite clegan writer?? ooh man you're about to make me blush 🥹 I'm doing great, thanks for asking!

I was literally thinking of a Hogwarts fic the other day! great minds think alike!!

okay I do think Gale is very much like Hermione, aka his parents are both muggles and he was born with magic. His mother loves it, while his father hates it and tries to hide it from everyone. When he gets his letter informing him he will be moving to Britain and studying magic at Hogwarts, Gale's father almost immediately puts him on a plane and sends him over there, wanting him out of his sight.

At Hogwarts, he meets the other American wizards that were transferred to Britain to help bridge the gap between magical societies. He meets Croz and Rosie (Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw respectively) and instantly gets drawn to them. Gale himself is a Slytherin (one of the "good" ones lol) so they make an unlikely trio. They get along well and are incredibly smart, some of the smartest in their houses. So far, Gale is having a blast at Hogwarts.

It isn't until loud and cocky John Egan from Gryffindor (another American he hadn't met yet, or would he be British in this? tough decisions) starts taking a liking to him that his world gets turned upside down. He always goes up to Gale after classes, throwing an arm around him and tugging him to meet his friends and laughing far too loud for Gale's liking. Croz and Rosie say that John likes him, but Gale doesn't believe them

GUYS I'm thinking of a ball situation, a "get to know you" dance for the Americans and the English, and hilarity absolutely ensues for the Gale/John relationship. Gale sees John with another girl, hands around her waist and immediately gets jealous, leaving the Great Hall and running back to the Slytherin common room. He doesn't realize John followed him until he hears his name being shouted and sees John behind him. Gale wants to be angry, but can't get over how stunning John looks in his dress robes.

Something something they "fight" and a confession slips out? oops? and they kiss in the hallway for the first time 😭

they start dating and become an unlikely pair, it isn't often that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin date, but they quickly become the "it" couple at Hogwarts. They spend their days at the lake, the forbidden forest, and sometimes manage to sneak each other into their common rooms to make out in front of the fire. They would go on dates to Hogsmeade and eat in the great hall together, ooh they make me so soft 🥹

I think after they graduate they both would become aurors (taking from Callum Turner in harry potter there) and they live together in Britain, working for the British Ministry of magic

ANGST TIME: they're adults when Voldemort returns, and are tasked with helping bring him down. It does a number on their home life, they're both so stressed about it that they barely have time for each other. What if one of them gets caught by death eaters, tortured for information while the other desperately tries to get them back. Oh boy that would make for some good fic reading

images perhaps?

I would love to write a fic about this, look for it sometime in the future maybe!

[ceilidho]

Unrealistic hc for the plane crash au!! When the the soldiers who are there to rescue them, they come up to ghost and his new girlfriend-wife-mate and ghost just kills them. Just “ me and my girlfriend-wife-mate are happy here so you gotta go” !!!!!!!! It’s such an insane and stupid thing to do ( as well as sooooo unrealistic, how would he kill fully armed soldiers? Doesn’t matter non my mind palace!) and now the reader is horrified and has no way out and now has confirmation that these weird soldier guy is actually fiercely dangerous

omg that would be an insane twist, but a really good dark fic premise. Also, it's totally fine if it's so unrealistic LMAO like 99% of my fics are, but they're way more fun that way. Plus, the best part of writing anything is trying to translate something unrealistic into something that you can sort of kind of see happening.

Also reader going from :D to :O to D: the second this happens.....LOL

[toweroftickles]

HEY i know about that jorge guitierrez fic thing you're doing and i'm really excited for more content of my main fandommm (not enough tk content so many lees and it doesn't help i'm too shy to make a blog on this whole site) but if you don't mind me asking, I wanna see more content (excuse my greed :'>) , choose one; book of life hcs for the 3 main characters/maya and the Three + zatz hcs/anything el tigre nobody remembers it P.S- if you don't thats understandable, i just love the way you write especially the way you format hcs

INTO THE GUTIERREZ-VERSE (Tickle Experiment NMTX-AZ04)

- Plane of existence entirely dominated by Mesoamerican culture and mythology. - Plenty of colorful characters make for a wide variety of subjects. - This file was temporarily lost and shoved into the back of a desk drawer. Still, its late submission is not excusable.

El Tigre/Manny Rivera

Ticklishness Rating: 8/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Ribs

Superpowers are tied to his luchador suit. Removing belt buckle eliminates the threat of violent payback and makes it much easier to apprehend him.

Usually giggles through gritted teeth, hissing and snickering, until he can't take it any more and eventually breaks out into belly laughs. Demands (often rudely) that the tickling stop; never will say "please" about it. Definitely a kicker.

A resilient kid who does not yield under tickle torture. Hates it but will never give up information or surrender to an unworthy foe.

Getting tickled unlocks his supervillain side. Will proudly switch into his El Tigre identity to dish out vicious payback.

El Tigre Claws show potential to be one of the greatest tickle tools ever devised. Chains can extend to nigh-impossible lengths for long-range assault. Claws are ideal sharpness for varying pressure application. Immediately requesting resources from superiors to engineer duplicates.

Zoe Aves/Black Cuervo once attempted to force him into being her boyfriend by subjecting him to a sadistic feather-tickling machine, but Frida rescued him.

Add. Notes: El Tigre Belt metamorphosis affects nociceptors - increased pain tolerance, endurance - but seemingly causes no change in ordinary neural clusters. In short, ticklishness is not affected. Superhero costume irrelevant outside of claws' tickle potential.

Frida Suarez

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Armpits

A loud squealer who can't control her nasally giggles. Jackhammer laughter: too fast and loud and has difficulty stopping for air. Snorts constantly. (This is kind of annoying.)

No superpowers or exceptional combat abilities. Quite easy to apprehend and administer tests.

All the same, punches and kicks and bounces around like Tazmanian Devil.

A relentless twerp. Loves teasing Manny about how ticklish he is and using this as leverage against him, seemingly unconcerned about the inevitable reckoning to come. Was noticeably eager when offered the chance to "help."

As a tickler: Immediately descends into high-pitched blabbering gibberish and constant teases. Squeezes harshly with her nails and implements noodly finger wagging – inelegant, clumsy, rough technique.

A constant victim of her big sisters.

Manolo Sanchez

Has more or less grown out of it...no longer ticklish except slightly, in one spot underneath ribs.

As the smaller and weaker of the two boys, he was frequently pinned down and tickled into submission by Joaquin (with assistance from Maria) during childhood. Eventually developed quite a bit of tenacity as a result.

Add. Notes: These characters are not literally wooden puppets. They are merely represented with toys as their story is narrated to a group of children. This caused some initial confusion amongst superiors.

Maria Posada

Ticklishness Rating: 7/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Feet

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Shoulder Blades

Fond of soft physical contact as an element of romance and intimacy. Loves massages. Gets goosebumps when scratched down her back or lightly touched on her sides.

Has a very sweet snicker that usually has to push its way out from between her sealed lips.

The most gentle 'ler one could ask for. Her fingers are fluttery, delicate, and slow. Giggles a lot whenever she gets to tickle someone.

Used to love torturing Manolo with Joaquin when they were kids (and getting held down & tickled back). After their marriage, she was disappointed to learn that her methods no longer affected him much.

Naughtier than she looks. Asking her "are you ticklish?" will prompt her to smugly reply "Why, are you?" and immediately start poking.

La Muerte

Ticklishness Rating: 8/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Balls of Feet, Tummy, Hips

Unusual Ticklish Spots: Wrists

Two sisters (La Noche and Lady Micte). Prolonged and highly-strategic tickle wars were common as they grew up together. Two death-centric sisters usually operated as a joint unit against La Noche.

Remarkable height (approx. 11 ft) - plenty of surface area to test.

Loves to laugh but has no tolerance for being tickled against her will. Sneaking up on her will result in a hard palm slap across the cheek. (Xibalba, her lover, can attest to this.)

Getting to her feet is tricky since the train of her dress is covered in lit candles. Be wary and take time.

Responds most strongly to squeezing and pinching.

Despite supposedly being made of sugar candy, her skin is similar in texture to a mortal human’s, barring segments of granular crystalline exoskeleton on outer extremities (ex.: knuckles and metatarsals, dorsal ridges of feet, shoulders, etc.). These areas showed no notable sensitivity.

Do not get on her bad side. A relentlessly wicked tickler with a penchant for teasing and mockery.

La Noche /// Lady Micte. Notable test subject candidates. According to La Muerte, Noche is the most ticklish sister, followed by her, then Lady Micte.

Princess Maya

Ticklishness Rating: 8/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Toes, Belly, Thighs

Impulse reaction to being tickled is to whine and pout. After years of torment by the Jaguar Triplets, she's developed a bitterness about the subject. To her, tickling is not funny or cute; it is an unfair war crime.

Devised many tactical battle plans over the years, but despite attempts, was never able to overpower her older brothers.

Even Zatz has been warned to keep his hands off her tender spots.

Cannot handle raspberries.

Very defensive - the type of person who curls into a ball and shrinks away. Experience renders her unable to fight back, so she'll usually just stomp off in a sour mood rather than retaliate.

Struggles immensely with body paint, which is kind of a problem considering the Teca culture. Also surprisingly weak to feathers.

The only sort of tickling that does not upset her comes from being licked by her massive jaguar, Chiapa.

Chimi (El Monstro Blanco)

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches, Armpits

Possesses a deep-voiced, breathy chuckle that rumbles from deep within the throat. Seasoned with the occasional shrill bat-squeak.

Will kick, scream, and beg for mercy. She is highly embarrassed by this.

Subject displays complete lack of respect for personal space/boundaries due to feral upbringing. Often pokes and prods at new friends like an inquisitive monkey...climbing around, pulling on extremities, sniffing, playing with hair...this usually results in unintentional tickling.

Heightened animal-like olfactory perception allows her to locate and identify ticklish spots with pinpoint accuracy. Would be a very effective asset to research if she displayed any interest in the activity.

Cruel and brutal when taking revenge. Hisses and snarls and claws hard enough to cause scratch marks on her target.

Zatz (Prince of Bats)

Ticklishness Rating: *data inconclusive*

Extremely skilled at maintaining a stony face. Difficult to gauge the effectiveness of tickling on him. Not sure what (if anything) would cause him to crack.

Only tried to tickle Maya once. Has not done it since because she guilted him to death.

Conclusions:

Reincarnation and life beyond death are both ever-present forces in this world. Ramifications unknown. Potential for studying how traits carry from once life cycle to the next. Return to Miracle City soon. Get one of those claw weapons.

[atlas-affogato]

I would like to know your Enforcers thoughts/hcs. My fave fact of the show is that Ratso is a legit genius - mans got a bachelors in theoretical physics. I feel like the other two were like his cheerleaders in college, and fully supported him when he chose not to persue a doctorate

Eeeeeeeee YES YES YES I LOVE THAT

Oh my god that's so cute, just so supportive <3

I have so many thoughts and headcanons and so many of them are making there way into my fics.

I love Ratso he's so much fun to think about and write, I definitely think he's autistic, just everything about him, things he says and how other characters interact with him I'm like 'wow, you are just. So fucking relatable' the obsession with baseball and turbo troll action figures, he's just such a geek and I love it. I definitely think he's super smart with math and science stuff, like top of his class sort of smart. I headcanon that he went to college for theoretical physics right after high school and got a job working as like security for a bar or club at night and he got recruited for The Dark Hand through that, working at a club The Dark Hand owns. In my long fic I'm working on he dropped out of college to work for The Dark Hand full time so he never finished his degree and still has major regrets about that.

I bet Ratso is wicked smart with math shit, like he'll just rattle off some insane mental math when the situation arises and everyone just stares at him like, how can you possibly know that?? But he does! Check it on a calculator and he's right! He might not be able to tell you what Valmont is thinking but he can tell you how long its going to take to fly from San Francisco to Chicago based off of flight patterns, the weight of the plane and their speed.

I think that Ratso and Finn and Chow all met working at The Dark Hand, that was their one connection and then they became best friends and ride or die. They've got this intense ride or day relationship, like, 'fuck the rest of the world, I'd sacrifice the entire city if it meant keeping you safe' sort of thing going on.

Ratso loves baseball so much, it's been his special interest since he was a kid, he's got memorabilia, he was on the baseball team in high school, he just loves baseball so much. In baseball its good to have a tall person on first base so they can reach up and catch stray high balls and throw it real fast to second base (yes I researched baseball just because Ratso likes it) so I hc that he was the first baseman when he played baseball.

Finn and Chow could definitely care less but they are supportive boyfriends so they both let Ratso just infodump and ramble for hours about baseball and anything else, just sat on the couch "uh huh, yeah sure" while Ratso rambles. They go to baseball games and Finn and Chow let Ratso explain all the rules and about each role of each team member and the history of the team and everything and they all have a great time.

Ratso's family stays pretty much the same in like everything I write, he's got his mom who is fucking amazing, I love his mom, super supportive, great mom, and he's got three sisters, two older and one younger. Ratso strikes me as a guy who grew up with sisters and a mother who never allowed any toxic masculinity to fester, so he's super secure in himself and his relationships and he was determined to be a good person and not be an asshole like all the guys his sisters would date and complain about. Ratso's got an absent father because I love angst because it just makes sense in my mind but he's got this really big Italian extended family who he knows well and grew up with and is really close with. His mom definitely taught him how to cook so he's a really good cook, making all these nice Italian American dishes which is good because Finn and Chow live off of take out, and Ratso likes cooking so he'll definitely be in the kitchen every night making something great 🤌

I hc Ratso as gay, I never write him as anything else. I think he probably dated some girls in high school before realizing that that wasn't really his thing and subsequently coming out to his family, who were all really nice and supportive about it which is great considering it was the 80s and when people at school found out he got kicked off the baseball team and lost a lot of friends he had made. But its okay, he keeps it trucking. Ratso's got this upbeat optimistic attitude, and it's not born from ignorance, its born from this attitude of "I'd rather hope for a better life and be let down then to give up on hope all together." He'd rather see the best in people. Which makes working for a crime syndicate...difficult, to say the least.

Finn is not the same. Finn is a cynic. He's happy with his own life, his personal life and his hobbies but he doesn't think people are inherently good or kind. He believes everyone is selfish, and he isn't going to go out of his way to not be selfish because that's just how the world works. People are shitty to each other and there's nothing you can do to stop it so there's not even a point in trying.

Finn strikes me as a man who is deeply insecure about himself, and he masks that by being the complete opposite. He is out going and loud and conceited and has so much confidence in his own skills and ability because if he doesn't put on his mask of over the top-ness then he'll start to sprial about how his life is going nowhere and 'oh god I'm 30 and I haven't done anything with my life'

My headcanons for Finn's background are much more fluid than for Ratso or Chow, and I think its because I like to see what you can do with his character. In some fics he's an only child, sometimes he has six siblings, sometimes he's got twin younger sisters. Sometimes he's close with his parents, sometimes his dad is nice, sometimes he's an asshole. Sometimes he's got this big extended family and sometimes he's functionally an orphan, it just depends on what I'm writing and what I'm trying to say with the story and his personal development.

I find Finn compelling, and I think that's because I view him as a person who, despite all his personal development, is not sorry for the things he's done. He sees working for The Dark Hand as a means to an end, the end being his own wealth and success. Now I don't say that to mean I think he's a greedy, obsessed person like Valmont is, but I think Finn knows as well as anyone that there is truly nothing money won't buy. He wants success, in the back of his mind he still wants his name in lights as some major musical artist, but in reality he wants stability and he wants a steady life. He doesn't want to have to work for the rest of his life at some dead end job just to make ends meet, and if working for a crime syndicate has the possibility of giving him the life he wants, then he's willing to do whatever is asked of him to get that.

Finn has morals, he has lines he won't cross, but if you wanted genuine regret for his actions, apologies for the people he's hurt, then its just never going to happen. He's not sorry.

Finn is, in my mind, a bit prickly, I think is the best word for it. He doesn't open up to people, and he'll make plenty of jokes and jabs, but genuine vulnerability is hard to get to with him, he deflects and deflects and deflects. It takes time for him to trust Chow and Ratso, it takes lots of long talks and the two of them being able to see through his facades and jokes to get to the core of what he's trying to say without saying it for them to get close. The pay off being that once Finn is close with someone he is an open book. He's very affectionate, he's very sweet, it just takes some time to get there. Finn loves at 100% and he doesn't know how to turn that down, so he keeps people at arms length so they don't hurt him.

Finn is very open about his sexuality, he doesn't try and pretend he's not gay, if you don't like the fact that's gay then you can leave, but he doesn't put that part of himself in any sort of box or try to contain who he is. He's proud of his sexuality, he's proud of who he is, and he's not going to apologize for it.

Now Chow. Chow is interesting. (I love him so much its unreal) Chow has a lot of complexities and a lot of complex feelings about things, most of which he doesn't know how to say out loud. I hc that Chow grew up in Chinatown in San Francisco and he has pretty traditional immigrant parents. And while he loves his family, he doesn't have a lot of family. Most of his extended family is back in China, and while he's visited a few times he's not super close with any of his extended family, so its mostly just him and his parents as his older brother. Chow is someone who loves his family and wants so much to be close with his family, but has always felt like an outcast.

While his brother bore the brunt of the responsibility to be the perfect oldest sibling, Chow was still constantly compared to his brother and told he needed to try harder, and while his brother could fill the role of star student their parents forced on them, Chow just couldn't keep up.

He believed himself to be stupid for so many years just because he wasn't a straight A student like his brother, and it kind of did a lot of damage to his self esteem and self image.

Chow also strikes me as someone who knew he was gay from a young age, and someone who was visibly gay all growing up, he just couldn't hide it even when he tried and he was bullied pretty viciously for that all growing up.

Chow loves his family, but he's never believed they would be accepting of his sexuality, and he didn't want to cause a stir, he didn't want to be the person causing waves or breaking their family up so he just...never told them. And he just avoids questions about his love life and if he's ever going to have kids. It weighs pretty heavy on him, this feeling that he's letting his parents down by being gay.

Chow strikes me as someone who tries to act cool and does all this posturing because he was bullied so much for being gay and being a geek. He's got the leather jacket and the cool guy sunglasses and he's trying to act tough, but in reality he's as much of a geek as Ratso is. He loves video games, he was constantly at the arcade as a kid and he's always got the newest gaming systems. Finn's not one for video games but Ratso is so they will often spend hours playing Diddy Kong racing or Doom or Resident Evil or even sitting together on their gameboys playing Pokémon or Wario or Kirby.

Chow is a romantic. He loves all the cheesy stuff, the flowers and the gifts and the Valentines Day dinners. And he gets embarrassed about liking it, but Ratso and Finn are accommodating and they do the stupidly romantic things because they love him (they love it too, but the look on Chow's face is worth it everytime)

Chow I imagine has a hard time talking about his feelings, he has a hard time talking about things that really matter to him, he just didn't grow up in a household that said in words how much they loved eachother, so when he started dating Ratso who did grow up in a house like that and is very openly affectionate it was...a culture shock, to say the least. Chow gets better at talking about his feelings, but they also work around it in a lot of ways. If Chow handing Finn a stack of his favorite magazines is a declaration of love, then that's what it is, it doesn't need to be any more complicated than that.

Okay, I have even more thoughts but I've been talking for a while now and I am getting so excited thinking about them that my hands are literally shaking right now so I am going to go ahead and post this and take a break but yes! Ask me more things! Any specifics you want! I will tell you about any and all fic ideas I have/am working on, so please just let me know what you want to hear I will talk and talk and talk about these three.

[cariantha]

Did E&S have the marriage/babies/long term talk? Who initiated it? How did it go?

Hi there!

First of all, thank you so much for this question. I've spent a crazy amount of time thinking about it. And even if only two people read this response, it really helped me work out some HC for fics that I want to eventually write.😊

E&S have conversations here and there throughout their relationship. Then near the end of Sawyer's third year something unexpected happens that requires them to revisit those topics. Ethan initiates that conversation and everything goes extremely well.😉

Below the cut is HC for some of those earlier conversations. And as I always say, I may change my mind later, so don't hold me to it.

On the topic of babies...

I HC that Dolores' baby stays in the hospital for a couple months before he's ready to go home. Ethan and Sawyer visit him in the NICU regularly. She sees how great Ethan is with the baby and how wonderful he is with other kids, whether they are peds patients or the children of patients they are treating.

The day to discharge baby Hudson comes and Ethan is saying his goodbyes. Sawyer mentions something like "You really don't see yourself with kids one day? Because you are so good and sweet with him." And Ethan clarifies, "I haven't completely shut the door on the idea. With the right partner, maybe." In return he asks her, "Do you see kids in your future?" To which she responds, "I'd like to have a small family one day... if it's in the cards."

On the topic of long-term commitment...

I will definitely write the fic for this one eventually. It's been swirling around in my brain for quite some time.

The long-term talk happens around the time the hospital is closing. Sawyer has applied for transfer to other residency programs and gets a call from Cedars-Sinai in L.A. Given her ties to L.A. and the notoriety of Cedar's residency program, Ethan realizes there is a very real possibility of her moving back to the west coast.

Sawyer is invited to L.A. to meet with the residency program coordinator and check out the hospital. She's nervous to tell Ethan because she doesn't know what a move like that would mean for their relationship. Ethan picks up on her nervousness and it starts to worry him. He wonders if maybe she's want to move on but just doesn't know how to tell him.

Sawyer goes to L.A. a couple days later. After thinking long and hard about their future, Ethan gets on a plane the next day and follows her. Things get a little angsty due to some further misunderstandings. Basically, Sawyer thinks he's pulling strings to help her get into the program as a way to push her away again. Needless to say, they clear everything up. They have a serious conversation in which Ethan is open about his intentions, they define their relationship status, and discuss their future together.

On the topic of marriage...

The "M" word comes up on the flight to Hawaii. They start talking about the pros and cons of destination weddings. Sawyer tells him more about growing up with an opinionated mother who's a professional wedding planner. And there is a lot to unpack there. She tells him that she's been very clear with her family since high school that if she were to get married, she would elope. Not only would be it far less stress and family drama, but she thinks it would be so much more romantic and memorable.

Ethan responds, "I'm relieved to hear you say that."

Sawyer is a bit shocked, "Ethan, you... you've thought about us getting married?"

Ethan nods affirmatively, "The thought has crossed my mind a time or two."

"Does that mean you finally believe in soulmates?" she teased.

"I suppose over time you've convinced me."

As they enjoy the wedding festivities in Hawaii, they lightly circle around the topic a few more times, both open to the possibility.

[lesbianfreyja]

isoah is one of my favorite things ever i downloaded it to read on the plane a few days ago

I LOVE THIS THANK YOU.

as promised, some unposted excerpts under the cut. i always lowkey intended to finish this if macdennis ever went canon because i wanted to keep up the canon compliance as per my HCs. unfortunately RCG are not getting the memo, but i wrote it up through season 8 anyway. ATP i could probably continue it but im trying to stop writing fic and keep writing original content so i can quit my job and get famous 😭 you never know, i finished knocked out by the midas touch in quarantine randomly

PS this list of WIPs depresses me

And he was. The urges didn’t fade, the feelings didn’t abate. He looked at Mac and saw all the same impulses jump up inside him: He wanted to kiss him, he wanted to hear him moan, he wanted to punch him in the face. But the thin thread of fury that accompanied his Mac Feelings nowadays made them significantly easier to keep locked away in that drawer, and that counted as better in his mind. He hooked a new combination lock on it and hoped Mac was too fucking dumb to stumble on it by accident, but not so dumb that he went searching for the code.

So no, he didn’t have a perfect lid on the matter, not when the impulses jumped up in him like they did. But even though he was lacking in tamping down his urges, he could do better in other ways. He kept a little distance, started hanging out with Charlie more again. Without the danger of their semi-dating between them, it was light and easy and good, like it had been back in their early twenties. He spent a little time with Dee too, especially while she was pregnant. Mostly because she was always calling him to get him to pick shit up for her and bring it over, like pregnant suddenly equaled invalid.

The year after that, Mac got fat.

**********

“Well,” he said, “I’m going to head to b—”

“Come here,” Dennis blurted out.

Mac just stared at him. Dennis swallowed and looked back down at his fingers, picking feathers out of the blankets little by little. He didn’t look up even as he could see, from the corner of his eye, that Mac stepped into his room and shut the door behind him.

They were bathed in the dark. Dennis’s throat felt very dry, and he didn’t think it was just because of the vodka he had drunk tonight. Carefully, he set the glass down on his bedside table. Then he curled back up onto his side and laid down, facing the wall.

He felt Mac slip into bed beside him, but he didn’t move closer and they just lay there for a very long time. Side by side, in the dark. Dennis was drifting again; he wasn’t sure how long it took until he rolled over and buried his face in Mac’s chest, although he’d tell himself that it was just because Mac happened to be laying closer to him than he was expecting and he misjudged the distance.

Mac curled his arm around Dennis’s shoulder, still flat on his back. Dennis fit himself to the curve of Mac’s body, tucked against his side. A dry, unhappy noise bled out of him and he pressed even closer.

Dennis hated sharing beds with Mac. He slept too long and he always rolled onto Dennis in the night until he was half-suffocating with his weight. Mac wheezed, and he’d developed sleep apnea, too. It kept Dennis up all night because it was impossible to sleep with that much shifting and noise. Mac was too warm and it made Dennis sweat in the night, he always needed a shower or two the next day. Mac was too big and Dennis hated to touch him. Mac was Mac, and Dennis hated him for that, too.

It was so fucking scary to be around Mac, sometimes. Pressed head to toe with him in bed, all of those feelings were amplified and thrown back at him. Dennis was a little tipsy and that just made things worse, because all the thoughts he usually pushed the fringes of his head were swimming up to greet him, and he loathed to look them in the eye. Mac might die of a million different things, and Dennis could name all of the top ten most likely killers without any hesitation. Mac would die one day, and Dennis was sure it was going to be long before he himself did — and that future was both tangible enough to touch and so very foggy. He had absolutely no idea who he would be, after Mac. Because After Mac there lived a Dennis who was less tense and worried all the time, and who had time to destress at the end of the day without all his personal space being eaten up from morning until night. Dennis didn’t want to meet that version of himself, ever. How unhappy he would be, he thought. Even more than he was now.

Mac pressed his cheek in against Dennis’s hair, and Dennis’s fingertips bit into the skin showing off above the waistband of Mac’s boxers. His too-tight shirt was riding up, and why he couldn’t wear clothes that fit right when he bought them new was a whole other mystery to unravel.

Dennis’s fingers crept higher. Mac’s breath barely hitched when Dennis’s hand slipped up underneath his shirt, palm coming to rest over his warm, flushed chest. Mac’s heart was still beating, underneath all the layers of skin and bone and fat. Dennis closed his eyes.

Mac’s arm tightened around him, just barely. Dennis breathed out and tried to sleep.

Lines got blurred. Was he just stroking his hair, touching his back, watching him that closely as a friend? Getting matching t-shirts and going out for Mexican food and trying to score drugs to get high together as roommates? Ever since Mac had accused him of not acting normal around him, the thought worried at the back of his brain like it was chewing quietly away at his sanity. A nagging, persistent headache.

“I don’t love you,” Dennis said bitterly to his bedroom ceiling, punch drunk on glue with Charlie and Mac’s hand on his back and lots and lots of tequila. The room never stopped spinning, not even when he closed his eyes.

*************

But Dennis was afraid. Because Mac was getting careless in his age, giving in to his impulses more and more, and losing control — all his fat proved that — and if he started to slip up from the careful charade they were always putting on for one another nowadays, Dennis didn’t know what he’d do. If anything, the fact of the charade itself, all the careful distance they had and how things still hadn’t gone back to how it was before that fucking play of Charlie’s, was enough to prove that Mac still wanted him on some level. If Mac kept on the path he was going on, Dennis didn’t see what would stop him from trying something and making a move, and he knew he couldn’t do that shit with him again. He was so fucking tired.

Sometimes, he was glad he’d pretended for so long to have a thick skin even when it wasn’t true, because it made it a hell of a lot easier to grow one now that he needed it. Because he was going to stop them from hurtling down this fucking path at any cost. He was too exhausted, and pissed off, and bitter to do it all again. If Mac’s arms were getting tired of holding up the wall between them, then goddamn it, Dennis would just have to do it himself.

************

And then Mac grabbed his shoulders and tried to kiss him.

Every other time before that was suddenly on a reel, going through and through his head. Mac and Dennis high on the thrill of performing and kissing, the first time, in the apartment after Charlie’s dumb play (Mac and Dennis obsessing about it, later, back in their separate rooms with time to think it over. Looking at each other for a month after that with that same glint in their eyes and not doing a fucking thing about it, then giving in with zeal and absolutely no self-control). Mac and Dennis hurried and surreal, getting into character to sell houses. Mac and Dennis fumbling off their clothes, working Dennis out of a thong after their merchandising plans worked too well on each other. Mac and Dennis angry in the bar bathroom, furious that Dennis had kicked him out and that Mac had gone so willingly and it had all gone to shit anyway.

And then nothing, a long and severe drought, until this moment when Mac leaned in and Dennis reared away, staring. His heart fucking pounding in his chest.

Mac didn’t seem fazed at all, for all it must have taken him to pluck up the courage in the first place. Maybe he had expected this. Maybe he had been thinking about it for a while and then he had done it and he didn’t care about the outcome, he was just thrilled to have gone through with trying at all. His bravery, a good enough reward.

Dennis didn’t know. Numbly, he let Charlie wrap his arm around his shoulders.

“He just tried to kiss me,” Dennis said. His head felt blank. His head was spinning.

“Yeah, he did a little bit.”

Charlie pulled Dennis along and he felt, as he felt too often nowadays, in control of nothing. Not even his own mind.

It didn’t come up again for one day. Twenty-four whole hours for Mac to think that things were fine, and for Dennis to think that things couldn’t get any worse.

It was supposed to make things better, it was supposed to solve it.

Dennis found him in the back of the bar, messing around with something on the computer. He stopped when Dennis came in, and looked up at him.

“What’s up?” Mac asked, but idly, like he didn’t sense the impending storm that was coming.

Dennis just stood there in the doorway, staring at him furiously. God, he felt hot all over. Sometimes — a lot of the time, actually — he really goddamn hated him.

Mac raised his eyebrows when Dennis continued to just stand there, looking at him and breathing hard and going steadily redder in the face. Then, like he wasn’t afraid of him at all, Mac turned back to the computer and started tapping away at the keyboard again. Whatever he was cooking up must have been really important.

Being ignored finally snapped him out of it. He strode forward until he could lean over the desk, and he grabbed both of Mac’s wrists and pinned them hard down to the desk.

“Ow!”

Mac looked up at him for real finally. His eyes were wide and innocent. So fucking goddamn clueless. Jesus Christ.

Dennis ducked his face close.

“What the fuck, man?” he hissed.

“What the fuck me?” Mac struggled to free his hands and managed to shake off Dennis’s grip on him. Dennis stood up and put his hands on his hips, watching him. “What the fuck you! What are you doing, dude? You just come in here and start attacking me—”

Oh. Maybe it wasn’t hate making him run hot after all. Or at least not only that.

***********

“That’s bullshit! You go home with chicks all the time, dude,” Mac said, pointing accusatorily at him. Dennis wanted to bite back that he hadn’t done that in a while, but somehow saying that wouldn’t feel any more like winning than letting Mac believe this did. Besides, they were in the middle of the goddamn street and he didn’t feel like arguing the point in front of a busy burger joint. “So sometimes I get drunk and think you’re a chick or something, so what? That doesn’t mean anything about me, you know, or about us—”

This fight was not new. If fights could go stale, then this one would have hit its expiration date at least six times over.

Mac, in late October: “Bro, I am the straightest dude you will ever meet. Yeah, I’ve seen your balls, but I mean like — Who hasn’t seen your balls? I think all of Philadelphia has seen your balls. They look weird and besides, you had your mouth on mine last.”

Mac, early December: “I am not spending Christmas with you because it’s a romantic holiday, Dennis. We used to go skiing, yeah, but that’s when your parents were paying for all of our shit. It was purely a financial decision — and besides, I deserved that! High school blew, dude, of course I’m gonna jump on a chance to go to the Poconos if some rich schmuck offers.” (Mac spent Christmas curled up on Dennis’s lap in front of their favorite holiday movies from their childhood, drinking hot chocolate with too many marshmallows and letting Dennis lick the taste of whipped cream out of his mouth, the same exact way that he had a few Christmases before.)

Mac, January first: “My New Year’s resolution is to finally get a girlfriend. It’s time I spread my seed and preserve my legacy.”

Mac, now: “—we are not a fucking couple!”

“I never said that we were!” Dennis shouted back, and goddamn it. He hadn’t wanted to get pulled back into this stupid fucking conversation in the first place, but here he was. Just like always. “I just said that it’s fucking annoying for you to ditch our dinner plans just because some girl implied that she might be willing to suck your dick later!”

“And if you had your way, I would never get my dick sucked ever again.”

Mac crossed his arms. Dennis rolled his eyes, reaching out to shove at him.

“Don’t be fucking dramatic,” he said. “I don’t care who’s sucking your dick. If a blowjob is a good enough reason to ditch me, then whatever. I’ll suck your goddamn dick later if it’s that important to you.”

He didn’t even mean it, which was the stupid thing. Yeah, he probably was going to end up blowing Mac later, or at least jerking him off or something, because that’s what tended to happen when they went out to nice dinners and got drunk on good wine. That’s what happened when Dennis dropped a ton of money reserving a table, and then even more on whatever lobster or steak Mac felt like shoving multiple pounds of down his throat. That’s what happened every fucking month.

Now, it wasn’t looking so much like that’s how their night was going to go, which was just fine with him anyway.

“Are you gay, dude?” Mac hissed, scandalized. “Are you like, gay for me?”

“What?” Dennis said. “No, I’m not gay for you, you fucking idiot. I like women. I didn’t mean I’d blow you later, I just meant—”

He had to start watching his mouth. Mac wouldn’t get a joke about Dennis blowing him if it came down from Heaven on a beautiful woman’s shoulders wearing a big sign around her neck that read: I mean this as heterosexually as I possibly can! Dennis could say that he wanted to watch Mac bleed out in a vat of boiling water, and Mac would probably take it better than a joke about Dennis going down on him.

“Well…Well, good,” Mac said shakily. He dragged a hand over his face. “I don’t want to star in your weird homo dreams.”

“I don’t have weird homo dreams about you!” Dennis hissed, leaning in toward him so that they could lower their voices as they argued. People passing by were beginning to stare. “I just—”

“But you want to bang me?”

“Holy shit, that’s not what this is about!” Dennis said. “Can’t you be normal about this for five fucking seconds? I didn’t mean it, okay? I’m not going to go anywhere near your dick, I promise you! I just already put down a lot of money on this table and canceling this close to the reservation is another thirty bucks, already, Jesus Christ—”

“Fine, whatever,” Mac spat, holding up his hands. “I’ll cancel my date and go to fucking dinner with you. God.”

“Great,” said Dennis furiously. “Fantastic. I can’t wait.”

He backed off, shoving his hands into his jeans pockets instead and scowling at the sidewalk. Sometimes winning arguments with Mac felt a lot like losing them.

“Great,” Mac echoed.

Dennis scuffed at the ground with the toe of his shoe for a long while. He refused to look at him, but he could still hear it a few moments later when Mac sighed.

“I guess we should go home, then,” said Mac in a low, pissed off voice. “I have to get dressed now or whatever.”

“Whatever,” Dennis said.

They set off down the street toward their apartment, several inches of space between them the whole entire time. Dennis curled his hands into fists by his sides and tried to remember how to breathe.

*********

Dennis left Philly because he thought that’s what he wanted to do. He came back because he knew it’s what he needed to do. It wasn’t a choice any more than it had been to pull Mac into his lease, any more than that small and tentative thing with Charlie had been, any more than having his twin sister always around. It needed to happen so the long monotony of days could hit a bump and find another path to trundle down for a while.

**********

>in s13

There was rot within him like a dead tooth. He didn’t know how far down it stretched, and he didn’t know where the heart of it was rooted. He didn’t know when it had sunk into him or why or how many tendrils it had spread out to touch every other aspect of himself, turning them rotten and ugly and just as dead, but it was there. It wasn’t a question of healing so much as it was one of turning back time.

He didn’t know where the ugly parts began, or even where they ended. What was making him so tense and frantic and close to exploding all the time? He could make a list of the things that made him angry, but he’d never know the reasons. His dad; Mac, touching him; Dee looking at him like she thought she knew him; Charlie acting like his brain was half as developed as Dennis’s, or like he could provide any coherent analysis on Dennis’s mental state; a dusty bottle of medication on the bathroom shelf; recently, sex; eating too much, or not eating enough; his own reflection. There was nowhere he could find that would fix that trapped, clawing feeling. Nothing he could do to start to make it go away.

“Dennis?” He looked up into Mac’s open, curious face. “I said there’s a Rocky marathon on TV.”

How do you unrot a tooth? Easy. You pull it out and replace the space with filling. And when the porcelain, or the gold, or the amalgam, or the booze and women and sleepless nights don’t work? You tear out the whole tooth and put in a new one. How do you unrot a person?

Mac was looking up at him, worrying his lower lip in his mouth. Dennis looked at him for a long while before he swiped his hand over his face and sighed.

“I’m going to bed,” he said tonelessly.

He felt Mac staring after him, his expression unreadable when it never had been before, long after he shut his door between them.

[voiidvagabond]

(If you feel so inclined!)

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

🕯️ - I'd say about a 6 or 7. It really depends on how long I've been working on the project. Something I've spent months on and re-read about a million times? I would rather die than edit. Something I'm really invested in and have been writing non-stop for 2 or 3 days and it fills every waking moment? Yeah, I'm gonna edit it until it's within an inch of my true vision.

🔪 - This depends on your definition of weird. I've done some preliminary research into Multiple Sclerosis for a character hc. I once looked up plane crash statistics and how to remove leeches safely and then never used either of those in the fic. I've researched hypothermia a little bit, but I feel like that's just fairly tame.

❄️ - To be honest, the only things that come to mind are nebulous vibes that I can't consolidate into anything concrete.

🦴 - Star Trek. Star Trek. Star Trek. Forever a well of inspiration.

send me asks!

[eupheme]

I have fallen so in love with Penny For Your Thoughts, it’s been such a ride! Congrats on completing such a great series and getting me hooked on ✨Dilfred✨! I went back to find a little excerpt in one of the chapters that I’d love to maybe see a drabble of someday if you ever feel inspired and it’s this one:

“Moving until he’s cupping your ass again, tilting you against his mouth, his lips closing around and sucking as his fingers slip between the curve of your cheeks until they’re teasing you again.” “Because of course he noticed how you reacted-the touch not one that was completely new. But it had been with him.”

Something about Alfred and anal is so dirty but so hot to me and I just know you’d end me with your smut if you ever turned it into something for In For a Penny In For a Pound! Much love to you, J!!! 💖

Oh my god I was so excited to see this - thank you so much for your kind comments (so happy you loved the series!), and thank you for this request! 💖 I had actually been secretly hoping to write a little more about this at some point. It felt like you were reading my mind! Thank you again, and so much love to you, too!

I wanted to note - I was lucky enough to read (and be inspired by) this amazing HC by @stargirlfics and this kintober fic by @squidlywiddly87 for Alfred while I have been working on this. Please check these out, they are incredible!

Something New

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Alfred Pennyworth x F!Reader

Rated E - 3k

Tags: soft smut, oral (sixty-nine), rimming, sex toys (plug), PiV, anal fingering, mention of tears (nice ones)

(and thank you to @thaddeuscranes for letting me squeak about this in their dms)

Admittedly, this was perhaps not your best idea. It wasn’t a bad per se one, not at all - you just hadn’t anticipated the few… complications that had arisen.

Like how the dinner would drag on. How every shift in your seat would send the heavy, silver plug bumping inside you.

How good it would make you feel.

Your jaw clenches as you sip your coffee, distractedly listening to the conversation around you, managing a weak smile when your attention is expected.

Fingers running over the embroidered tablecloth to keep them from wandering - which they had done plenty of tonight.

It’s not your fault that his hand felt so nice, so heavy, resting on your knee under the table - in a perfectly polite location.

But maybe the warning look he had given you soon after was - when your own hand had started at the same place on his leg, slowly moving up and up. Until the tips were brushing against his inner thigh, until the muscles beneath were clenching and he was capturing it with his own.

Improper, he would have told you - if he could do so. Fingers curling around your own as his eyes dart sideways at you, with a lowered brow, a pointed, stern expression.

The look had made you clench, bite back another soft sound. But you had tried to behave.

And then, you mind had drifted. Another bad idea, because it had also made you squirm - your thighs pressing together to quell some of the ache that pulses between them.

Remembering the weekend before - what had lead you to your decisions tonight.

How you had hovered, just above his wanting, waiting mouth. Palms flat against the broad plane of his chest - facing his hips, the heavy curve of his cock where it rested against his thigh. The hair there sticky, from the bead of precum that had leaked from the head, dropping down.

Carefully lowering yourself - first your stomach, then your breasts pillowing against his abdomen. Putting yourself on display as you relaxed onto him.

Alfred’s mouth meeting your soaked folds, your head dropping as you groaned. Rocking the tiniest bit into the flick of his tongue, as your own hand reached out and wrapped around him.

His cock flexed in your loose grip, his own groan rumbling in his chest when you lowered your lips to the tip, slowly enveloping him. Taking him into the heat of your mouth, bobbing your head as you tasted the salt of his velvety skin.

You had shifted forward to take even more of him, a soft whine in your throat when you lost contact with his mouth, feeling the exhale of his breath against you.

“Christ, just look at how you’re clenching for me.” He had murmured, into the curve of your inner thigh.

Lips pressed against the soft skin, leaving a wet mark behind. The slightest brush of teeth, the scrape of his beard that made you twitch, moan. Then, a question that had been breathed out against your skin.

“Can I eat you, darling?”

You had swallowed down the saliva that had flooded your mouth, a wet ‘pop’ as your lips had lifted off his cock, “You are.”

There had been a low hum, the softest laugh.

“I don’t mean your pretty cunt, love.”

Your fingers had flexed around his base, brain lagging just a second as you had caught up. Thinking about what he’s asking, the edge to his voice when he had.

He rarely asked you for anything. Letting you lead, never disappointing.

It made you want to give him anything he wanted.

“Yes.”

He groaned with your answer, fingers sinking into soft flesh, angling you as his kissed up to your clit, then higher. Past puffy, slick folds, until he was at a place that only the tips of his fingers had explored.

The first brush of his tongue was light, the barest flick against your tight rim. You had been holding your breath, a tension in your thighs as you kneel above him - cheek resting against his abdomen as your eyes fluttered shut.

Another press then, dragging with more pressure - his thumb denting the soft flesh of your cheek, tugging to open you wider against his eager mouth.

A soft, ragged soft had burst from your lips, your face pressing against his skin - his own rough moan as he does it again.

You wonder now, if that had been why you liked it so much. The way he had asked, how it had affected him, the sounds he had made.

Eyes darting now to the man sitting next to you, so perfectly put-together. You doubted anyone would suspect the things he’s done to you with his fingers. With his mouth.

What you’ll hope he’ll do with his cock, if you’re lucky.

Thinking again back to then - when said cock had flexed in your hand, achingly hard as you finally started to pump your spit-slicked fist, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the base. Then his forearm had reached, curling around your thigh - pinning you in place against his mouth.

Angling so his fingers could slip between your thighs - gathering your arousal on the tips, bringing them to circle your clit.

The sounds you had made then, a whimper, then - eyes still shut - the cries going lower, louder, the smallest rock of your hips to meet his tongue. To where it had met you, from flat and wet, to pointed and pressing just inside.

He had you close so quickly, the burning arousal fueled by the newness, the taboo, his eagerness. Your fingers slowing, the jerk of your fist growing sloppy as the pressure built - until the tight ball of pleasure reached it’s peak, and it was spilling over.

Coming hard against his mouth - moaning against his thigh, the coarse silver-peppered curls as you clenched around nothing.

Remembering now how he followed so soon after, spilling messily across your knuckles as he groaned against you.

Eyes wide with sense of self-discovery when you carefully eased off him, dropping down to lie panting next to him on the bed. His own expression a pleased, curling smile, and interestingly enough - seemingly unsurprised.

You hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.

And so, you had done a little shopping.

Finding a store you could visit in person, paying in cash so they wouldn’t send you mail, a catalog - you could only imagine the depths of your own embarrassment and humiliation if something had shown up at the Tower.

Eying the aisles, curiosity welling in you at all the toys, all the possibilities. Making mental lists of things that looked interesting, though your eyes kept getting drawn to one item in particular.

A small, silver plug - the base crafted in the shape of a heart, topped with a shining, pink gem.

It was pretty.

You wanted to look that way - pretty - for him. You wanted him to want it, want you.

So you bought it, taking some time after a hot, steaming shower to carefully fit it into place. To get yourself used to the weight, the fullness, before you were whisked off to dinner.

Leading you to now - wishing desperately for dinner to be over. A look of relief when the chairs are pushed back, his eyes worriedly flickering your way when you sigh as it’s indicated that after-dinner drinks would continue in the lounge.

His voice low, fingers curling around your elbow as he leans close to your ear.

“Is everything alright, darling?”

Your lips press together to hide your smile, your laugh. Not wanting to explain here - but as he guides you towards the room, it’s hard to school your expression as it nudges inside you with each step.

So, you wait - a hand on his arm as the other couples pass you. His eyes bouncing between your face as the people filing into the room, trying to guess, as he often did.

“I’m fine,” You tell him, when it’s a little more private. Not wanting him to worry, so you try to explain, “I wore something for you, tonight. It has me… distracted.”

Alfred’s clever eyes drop on their own, to the low neckline of your dress, and then down further - assessing - before flicking back up.

A tilt of his head, the peek of his tongue between his teeth as he considers - before asking, “Would you like to leave? I can meet you in the car in a few minutes.”

God, you loved him.

“Please.”

———

His fingers work at his tie, and if you didn’t know any better - how the curiosity had ensnared him, you’d think he was uninterested. That he was simply undressing at the end of the day, the movements familiar and ritualistic.

But you caught the glitter of his eyes, the subtle shift in his torso whenever you moved, always facing you.

And in the car, he had pried.

“Are you going to let me in on your secret?” He asked, as soon as the doors were locked. The windows tinted, his elbow pressing into the leather of the center console as he leaned.

His dark look making you think that he was considering finding out for himself, right now - with wandering hands and mouth - public location be damned.

“Not yet.” You had smiled, and he had given you another of his infamous looks, before the car roared to life.

Making record time home.

Your fingers work at the hidden zipper as you walk over to him, as he shifts again. Shoes kicked off by the door as you as you had stepped in. The straps falling from your shoulders as you invaded his space - eager, now that you were home.

His fingers fumbling against the buttons of his vest as your arm snakes around his waist, your breasts crushed against his chest. Lips that touch down on the sliver of skin that appears at his throat, then his neck.

Fingers curling into the belt loops of his trousers, right where the crisp white shirt tucks in, tugging. Still undressing with careful steps as you guide him over to the shared bed.

It’s there that your mouths finally meet - a soft hum of relief from your own. It’s when his hands start to roam, over the skin of your exposed shoulders. Lingering there as you let go of him to pluck at the clasp of your bra, until it falls free.

The tips of his fingers skating over the flesh that was now bared as he invades your space, a knee rising to sink into the soft bed, where you sit on the edge. His shirt falling to the floor as his back curves over you as your head tilts up, the kisses turning messy - tongue and teeth - when you reach out to palm him.

The following flex of his hips into your hand, your back hitting the mattress as his mouth follows the path of his hands, kissing at the curves of your breasts, his tongue flicking over a nipple.

Curious fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your panties as you coax him to full hardness with your touch. A rough groan then, when they meet you soft, soaked flesh. Sliding almost, not expecting now ready you were - had been - for him.

“Oh, darling,” his head tilts up, and you can see the sharp flash of blue, hips jolting as the swipe of his fingers skate over your folds. “What has gotten you so worked up?”

All of it - his body pressing into yours, the steady press of his fingers, the plug filling you - it makes your brain fuzzy with desire, your words sliding out smooth as you smile up at him.

“You.”

Coaxing him up to kiss you again as he circles your clit, mumbling against his mouth, “I need you.”

His own moan, as his other hand tugs at his belt, “You have me.”

Without thought you’re moving, as he lifts off you, standing at the edge of the bed. As you flip around onto your stomach, pushing up onto hands and knees - a position that you’ve done often.

Fingers that tug your underwear down your thighs, and then - freeze.

You know he sees it, the plug pressed deep. The blush gem glinting off the light, above where you’re swollen and soaked for him.

An sharp intake of breath, the ghost of fingertips tracing up your leg, the plush curve of your ass.

“Look at you.” He clicks his tongue, the pad of his thumb coming to rest on the base of the jeweled plug. Pressing down, nudging it just the tiniest bit deeper into you, making you groan.

“Have you been wearing this all night, dove?”

When you meet his eyes, nodding - telling him yes - his lips part with a rough moan. Ridding himself of his trousers, still somehow managing to step neatly out of them while his thumb still circles, pressing again.

Your head sags between your shoulders, against the mattress - hips high as you rock back into his hand. Clinging on as you feel the fat head of his cock nudge at your entrance, before the tip slips in.

A moan is pulled from you as he eases in - he feels big with the new addition, everything feeling tight and snug and he’s not even fully in you yet.

You can hear his own gasp behind you, a steadying hand on your hip when your ass sits flush with his front.

“Christ, you are gripping me so tightly,” He grits out with a shallow thrust of his hips, but it has your eyes fluttering closed, fingers curling.

Another sound as he does it again, until he’s setting a slow, steady pace. The drag of his cock against you, a rock of his hips as he presses deep again.

All the while a hand grips your hip - the other still running over the plug. Fingers carefully catching the edge, fitting the tip of his index underneath. Giving it the smallest tug, a replication of a thrust in time with the grind of his hips.

It has you breathless, fucking you with his cock and the plug - you’re not even aware that you’ve been chanting the word “please” over and over until his left hand smoothes down your back, his voice catching your attention.

“What do you want, darling?”

The ache is enough that you’re shameless now, ready and willing to beg.

“You. God - I want you so bad.” Your eyes crack open, head tilting again so you can look at him. The breadth of his shoulders curving above you, lips parted as he sucks in a breath.

“Want you to take it out and fuck me. Please.”

Because you do want him, want to know what it feels like to have him take you - trusting him to make it feel as good as his teasing had felt.

His expression changes, from careful concentration and devotion - to a low laugh, a bright flash of teeth as he smiles.

“Oh dove.” He sighs, voice turning rough and rueful, “You’re going to need a lot more practice before you take me.”

It makes you whimper, his tone and the denial, but he’s quick to make amends. His cock nudged deep as he carefully eases the plug from you, as he makes a promise.

“But I would never leave you wanting.”

There’s the rustle of the bedside drawer, a cap opening. Lube-slicked fingers circling where you’re soft and worked open, the tip of one pressing into you as you clench around him.

Easing it in, a knuckle at a time until he’s past the tight ring of muscle, as you get used to the feeling. Until you’re begging again, until the thrust of his cock matches the careful pump of his finger.

It’s a lot. For both of you, the sensation new and filthy and your fingers are snaking between your thighs, the first rub against your clit making you keen.

A second, slicked finger teases, pressing against the puckered skin - the deep thrust of his cock has you panting into the sheets, each breath coming out strangled and needy.

“That’s it,” He coos, knowing you’re close, can feel it in the strung-tight tremble of your limbs, “Want to know how this feels when you come.”

How it feels with him buried in both your holes, and you want to know, too - never feeling so full and stretched and your fingers are pressing against soaked skin as your breath turns into a long cry.

His name on your lips as the need becomes overwhelming, before it engulfs you. A coil that twists so tightly and then snaps, the waves of relief and pleasure hot in your belly, coursing down your limbs as you come.

You can feel him, achingly hard inside you, the hand on your hip gripping almost painfully as he feels the way you clench around him, the tight, hot pulse around his cock and fingers. The way you soak him, your whimper when the press of his fingers within you become too much, overstimulating.

They ease out as he slows, waiting until there’s a small grin that forms on your lips as you peek back at him, the heel of your hand scrubbing the hollow under your eye, wiping away tears from how much you had felt.

“Thank you.” You tell him with a soft sigh, and that alone almost does him in.

Hands rest on your hips now, his thrusts shorter, rougher now. His own release building until it’s all but bursting from him - as he gazes down to where you’re wrapped so snugly around him, the slightest gape where his fingers had been.

“My gorgeous, filthy girl.” His voice lower and rougher than you’ve ever heard, “I won’t tonight, dove. But I promise you, one day I’m going to come in this tight, perfect ass.”

Selfishly, the pad of his thumb rubs against your rim one more time, just barely pressing down. And with your soft moan, the thought of how tightly and sweetly you had just come around him - he’s there.

A rough “fuck”, a long moan ripped from him as his hips snap against yours, grinding himself deep as he comes. Stomach and chest pressing into your back as he curls around you, messy kisses peppered against your shoulder as the rock of his hips slow.

As the throbbing pulse of his cock wanes, his release pushed deep into you as you sigh - content and weary after the excitement of the evening.

The kisses against your shoulder moving to your neck, under you ear, then your cheek as his cock withdraws from you. Leaving you needy and empty, though he’s there to clean you up, drawing a bath for you both.

It’s deep in the bubbles, lounging against him when you ask, “Did you like your surprise?”

You’re teasing, and he laughs - the sound a low, incredulous huff.

“Yes, my darling. I most certainly did.”

A smile still in his voice, as he adds, “In fact, consider this encouragement to surprise me… at any time you wish.”

[tender-hearteddd]

modern au bertholdt headcanons! ( ◠‿◠ )

a/n - really unedited!!! also wrote this on one go! and my first post on here so enjoy!!! a little angsty and also inspired me to write a lot more posts so !!!!! enjoy :D

100% believe bert would be a STEM major!! engineering to be more specific!!

^^definitely not the type to hate women and to have never felt the warmth of a woman before tho that’s forsure 😭 just the super smart type who’s good at math but is shit at writing essays :/

so I guess not super smart but smart in the mathematical aspects

you two have an agreement, you help him write essays and he helps you with any of your math homework 😼😼😼

i think this may be a common hc for my beloved but he gets along great with his father!! really sees him as his role model and a man he aspires to be once he figures out his whole life thing

his father was a commercial pilot and would take him out on flights when he was younger but stopped once his health started to get worse :(

so bertholdt semi knows how to fly a plane just from seeing his father and would like to actually learn in honor of his father

when bertholdt was a child, he was really interested in planes and trains and things of that sort

which kinda prompted him to be interested in engineering

he would like to design and build a plane in honor of his father :'))

and also wants to create a more stable and environment friendly way of transportation

but apart of him wants to pursue biomedical engineering as well, because of the lack of support and poor care his father received

a lot of his career aspirations are not really his own but based around his father

which kinda fucks him up in the head the more he thinks abt it :/

so he just chooses not to :< which will also not do him any good either :(

I guess even in a modern au, bertholdt is destined to live a life of despair :|

he’s definitely not as super awkward as a lot of the fics on here make him out to be, awkward yes, but mostly just the quiet reserved shy guy type!!

he just doesn’t know what to say so he doesn’t say anything, which is a big problem for him :(

he has a lot on his mind most of the time but can’t find the words to express his thoughts, hence why he’s so bad at writing essays, but also why he has some sort of passion for math.

because math is a way of communicating abstract ideas that our brains can ‘decrypt’ and can unlock hidden truths that cannot be otherwise understood or discovered

^^because if he cannot understand the abstract puzzles of his own mind, at least he can understand something as equally as abstract like math

and that gives him some sort of hope of one day understanding his own puzzle.

:') alright enough w the angst!

bertholdt is really good with his hands!!! (in that way too ;)

they’re just really nimble and longggg

he can fix anything and is also into pottery!

need to put together your new desk? bertholdt will have it done in 40 minutes, WITHOUT reading the instructions 😎

need to mount up your tv? just call bertholdt!

your laptop can’t stop bugging? give it to bertholdt and he’ll update it for you as well!!

can also design really intricate blueprints of projects he would like to work on

but can’t really draw anything artsy :( and is sad abt it

not very creative in the arts but has creative thinking when it comes to stem based subjects

which is why he’s into pottery! because he feels like that’s his only way to be creative in the arts!!

he’s kinda like seth rogen (not personality wise pls 😭) but when it comes to pottery, that man is an 👏🏽artist👏🏽

makes a lot of really unique and pretty vases and is honestly thinking of starting a career out of pottery but apart of him feels like it’s useless :(

bertholdt is mediterranean! greek to be more specific!

though his father’s mother migrated to germany and married a german man, hence why he has a really germanic last and first name, bertholdt’s father migrated to america and married a greek woman! making bertholdt mostly greek and a little german (probably mixed w other stuff too)

has a really big extended family but I can see him as an only child or the middle child

also the tallest member of his family

and is related to pieck! (I hc pieck as greek too!)

i can also see him being related to udo as well

omg!!!!!!!! pieck being bertholdts coool and chill older sister 😎 bertholdt being the middle sibling :'( and udo being the youngest!!!!!!!!!! ahhh!!!!! gonna create a separate post for their sibling dynamic just u wait.........

this may be more of an ick than a hc but bertholdt does have a reddit account 😭😭

I SWEAR HE’S NOT A WEIRD INCEL NEVER TOUCHED GRASS DOUCHEBAG ALRIGHT

I HAVE A REDDIT TOO OKAY SO IM SPEAKING FROM EXPERIENCE

certain subreddits on there are actually really helpful and wholesome!! and some are really interesting!! bertholdt is usually on those ones lurking!!

okay okay okay sometimes he does post but just asking for help or venting to strangers on r/OffMyChest :(

wants to start reading philosophy but feels like he’ll come off as pretentious (he won’t!!!) and feels like it would just make him even more sad and confused

another common hc but best friends with reiner and annie ofc!! but once they start college, they become friends and make one big friend group with the rest of the warriors (porco, marcel, colt, pieck, zeke) and with the rest of the 104th maybe (might make a separate post for what it’s like to be in this friend group!!!)

also may be a little out of character but i can see bertholdt being a college athlete just so he can go to college for free (doesn’t apply if college is already free in ur country but I live in the united states so rip :/)

he doesn’t see it as a career though, just can’t afford tuition sadly

so he doesn’t try as hard as a lot of his teammates, just enough so he won’t seem too special to be drafted

also please tell me this isn’t what bertholdt would look like in real life 😭😭 maybe not exactly and his face would be a bit longer but close enough 😁

overall bertholdt is really just the sweetest and I’m in love with him and he deserves the world :)

[padfootastic]

Hey!!

I’m a big fan of your blog as I am a fellow James and Sirius apologist. I feel like there aren’t enough people out here that love these two and their bond so finding someone who feels the same is like nothing short of a miracle. Especially one who is active on here. Also, I’m a big fan of your stories you are an amazing writer. ❤️

I was just sitting here thinking about how Sirius could have put an end to Lily’s relationship with James with a snap of his fingers if he felt so inclined. Like James and Lily are “soulmates” in canon but not the same soulmate level these two guys are on you know? I think back to your fic Shovel Talk in regards to this and how Sirius basically tells Lily as much. It just makes me sorta giggle (is that wrong?) because it’s just so true lol. Like James and Sirius were operating on a whole different plane of reality than everyone else I swear. I just I love those two boys so so so much.

If you wouldn’t mind sharing I would love to just read your thoughts on these guys. Like just to read you talking about them and their bond in whatever capacity you want. Weather it be what you think of them, how you see them, who you think they are, how you think they’re perceived by their friends just any and all thoughts you feel like sharing. This is only if you don’t mind. I just live for these two codependent lunatics and love getting to see other people love them. 💛💙

anon there is something in my eye and u might be responsible for it 🥺🥺

i don’t know where i’m getting this prongsfoot attention from as of late but i am absolutely not complaining because it is the best thing ever and i will never tire of talking about my baby boys. thank u so much for liking what i write (and thinking i’m active lol) :”)

also!!! another shovel talk fan!!! listen every time someone references that story, it makes my heart do this giddy little spin because it’s literally one of my favorite fics/hcs and i genuinely thought people wouldn’t like it but they do and it’s amazing.

you’ve given me such free reign that i don’t know where to start lol my mind has suddenly gone blank trying to think of something i haven’t already talked about before

hmmm ok let’s see. i know i skew towards sirius leaning on james a lot but i fully believe it was a relationship of equals. james was equally besotted by and reliant on sirius as the other way around. so i mentioned this in the last ask a bit, but i see james as someone who’s constantly burning bright and it’s…not exactly easy but very possible to snuff that light out completely. and i think lily had the potential for that bc of her sharp tongue & self righteousness. and she wouldnt think to tone herself down for james, either, because she sees what everyone else does—a spoiled, happy go lucky, privileged dude who doesn’t need to be treated with kid gloves. fair, yeah? except. sirius has seen this boy inside out, knows how fucking sensitive he is, and will do anything it takes to make sure james doesn’t shrink himself to fit the world. and this isn’t like—a huge thing, not for sirius. it’s in the little actions—cutting someone off when they might say something hurtful, turning him away from people who don’t like him, casually blocking hexes cast behind his back etc etc. sirius doesn’t have blinkers on, he knows first hand how ugly the world is and he doesn’t want it to touch his james. (sure, that might mean putting up with his big headed ass but he’ll take that any day over a subdued james potter) and we know from swm that he’s not scared or hesitant to go against james if needed so he’s the perfect person to both keep him in check and protect him ykno? (very grumpy one protects the sunshine one of me)

another thing i love thinking about is how unconditionally they love each other!!! james has a mean streak (often powered by ignorance/arrogance) and sirius genuinely has a whole dark side bc of his black heritage (so many thoughts on that ughhhhh) and it means the absolute world to sirius that james accepts all of him. his family doesn’t like him being a ‘muggle loving traitor’ and the people at hogwarts are scared/wary of his name and anger and sometimes he’s seen it even in his friends’ eyes and he’s sick and tired of having to hide parts of himself to be palatable so it’s like a fresh of breath air to be around james who never ever judges him. i’m such a sucker for unconditional acceptance lol both sides of sirius are fundamental to him and he can’t separate them from himself so whenever james steps up to him without hesitation or fear, it heals a part of him.

also, this might seem obvious, but i think they genuinely liked each other in a way that u don’t always see. like, they were each other’s favorite persons at all times, no questions asked. the average person might get sick of spending so much time with one person, even if it’s their best friend (i know i couldn’t lol) but not these two. they happily welcome every opportunity they have to be together. that’s why detentions are fun—hours left alone to goof around while working off their energy? sign them tf up. they genuinely look forward to talking to each time, every single class they share, nighttime when they can crawl into the others’ beds etc etc it’s all horribly codependent and perhaps not the healthiest (definitely not in a non-prongsfoot universe) but it’s james&sirius and even if they were stranded on an island together, they’d be happy about it

wrt to the james/lily/sirius thing—god, yes. sirius *knows* that he only needs to say the word and james would listen to him over lily and that’s so much power and sometimes he’s equal parts terrified and on top of the world bc of what he holds in his hands but it only makes him more determined to not abuse that trust and faith james places in him. i think this would happen with any potential partner, if only a bit harsher w lily bc of their experiences. james will always, always turn to sirius first and that can be a good or a bad thing, depending on how u look at it. u just know that remus and peter were envious of this dynamic but i think, over time, they overcame it and just resigned themselves to it. i can even see them (particularly remus) actually being a bit thankful it’s not them because let’s be honest, a friendship as all encompassing & overwhelming as this? not easy at all. u need to be able to completely open ur heart and soul up, break down even the smallest pretence of barriers, accept that you’ll always be part of a whole and that’s neither simple nor desirable most of the time. and i truly don’t eee remus laying himself bare open like that, not even for j or s. so i think he’s actually a bit relieved that these two tide over their most intense behaviours with each other and you get a more toned down version of them around others lol (does any of that make sense? i’m just rambling here tbh)

i’m gonna stop here bc i have no clue of any of this is even like, coherent. i erased and wrote the whole thing 2-3 times bc it kept growing a mind of its own and Not Cooperating so i hope this draft is,,,okay ykno?

[bukojuiice]

You got questions, I got answers tonight, babe.

ೃ pairing: (pro hero! katsuki bakugo x pro hero! fem reader)

ೃ  warnings: nsfw (18+)

ೃ genre: smut

ೃ word count: 2,139 words

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ೃ you and the bakusquad drag bakugo to a short vacation after such an intense week of hero work, much to his annoyance. however, his stress and pent up energy was more than you expected, so you knew exactly how to release all his frustrations.

After an intense first week of Pro Hero activities, you were given a 5 day rest period. The Bakusquad had a wonderful idea of going on a short vacation to Okinawa before you guys have to face reality again.

You practically dragged your boyfriend, Bakugo to come along as he had second thoughts and didn’t want to ruin his so called “villain streak” by taking a well-deserved rest and relaxation when he could just continue fighting off villains.

Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, and Sero were so excited for this trip that they could not shut up about it. In turn, Katsuki was more irritated than usual as you take the plane ride there. He was forced to go on this trip after all.

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You had arrived late in afternoon and the first thing that you guys do as soon as you arrive at the hotel was dropping the bags in your respective hotel rooms. You and Bakugo were in one room while everyone else had separate rooms entirely to themselves.

Before you could even take a full look at the room you were staying in, your pink-haired friend came knocking on the door.

“(Y/N)-chan!” Mina spoke from behind the door, her gleeful voice ever so echoing. “We’ll meet you two at the swimming pool lounge okay? We’ll be ordering food already!”

“Alright! We’ll see you later Mina-chan!” You shout back, and as soon as Mina heard your words of confirmation, you could hear her footsteps as she walks away.

Bakugo continues to rummage through his things, cursing under his breath.

“Is there something wrong?” You ask him sweetly, poking his cheek. “Look, Katsuki-kun… you need to rest. It’s been an intense week, even the Hero Commission wanted us to-“

“Yea. Yea. I get it. Let’s go to the lounge.” He says harshly. He leaves the door open as you follow suit.

“That was… cold.” You blink, trying to process what your boyfriend had just said.

The two of you arrive at the lounge area however the rest of the Bakusquad was nowhere to be seen. Bakugo approaches a waiter and begins to order whilst you decided to go around the area to look for your other friends.

You were minding your own business when a weird and bad-intentioned man begins to approach you. You didn’t pay him any attention at first since you were occupied with looking for your friends, but the weirdo was persistent.

“A pretty girl like you alone in a resort like this?” He coos, trying to catch your attention. “I must be dreaming.”

“Piss off.” You snarled before he could even touch your arm, you quickly run back to Katsuki, as the weirdo loses sight of you. You slowly pace back to Bakugo who had an annoyed expression on his face. When you arrive at the area where he was standing, he grabs your hand and takes you to the elevator.

He clicks on the button that led to your floor and swipes the card key to your room, he comes to a sudden stop when you enter your dark hotel room, and he looks down at your hand in his like he’d forgotten he’d been holding it.

You pull Katsuki closer, twisting your hand around to take his more firmly.

His strong fingers fit perfectly between yours, and you know he can feel it too by the way he tightens his grip. His other hand settles on your waist, holding you against him, so close you can practically feel his heart beating.

“Did you really have to pull me out of the lounge area like that?” You pout seductively.

“Tch. (Y/N)….” He says your name in his low voice that sounds like an “I want you,” but you need to hear his actual words. You can see he’s so used to trying to brush things off that it’s an instinct, but he fights against it.

“Because I couldn’t stand to see an asshole try to make a move on you while I was at the other side of the area, waiting for the food. Who the hell gave him permission to even be within a few meters of you?”

His voice is irritated and strained. Your heart races under the intensity of his gaze, all his unspoken desire just beneath the surface.

  “It’s okay Katsuki-kun. You saw how I brushed him off… What did you take me back here for?”

He moves suddenly, backing you against the wall. You gasp, and then he’s right there, pinning you to the surface, hands on either side of your head.

As you shift, you hit the light switch, and the room is illuminated, revealing the bed. Katsuki goes still as he sees it.

“Of fucking course. Of course Mina would book one bed instead of two.”

His voice is tight, barely restrained. As if he wants to release an intense surging energy inside him. Your body is attuned to his tension. He’s coiled so tight, you feel it radiating off of him.

“Katsuki. Answer me. What did you take me back here for?”

His eyes drop to your lips. You feel his breath skimming against them.

“The way that fucking sleezeball loser looked at you… I couldn’t help it. You’re everything. And I want you more than anything.” Your stomach swoops at his intensity. He’s finally giving you the honesty you’ve been asking for but your conscience chimes in for a second.

“Katsuki…”

He brushes his thumb against your lips, and it’s like a bolt of electricity races through you, leaving you tingling for him.

His stare becomes more and more intense, as if he was craving for something.

“(Y/N), tell me. Right here, right now, what do you want?”

“It’s you, Katsuki. I want you.”

He sucks in a breath then crashes his mouth to yours. You both let out moans as he pushes you harder against the door and you pull him closer.

He kisses you hard and you melt at the feel of his lips and tongue, the sounds of your gasps and needy moans filling the quiet hotel room.

“Fuck. I’ll never ever get enough of this. Every time I kiss you, I get more desperate for the next one.” His throaty groan makes your stomach swoop again, and you tangle your fingers into his spiky hair.

You wink at him, your eyes giving off the same passion and love in his. “Then don’t stop.”

He brushes his lips against yours. It feels so light, yet the desire and the lust behind it is so powerful you can’t help but not resist.

“(Y/N)…”

A shiver runs through you as his mouth covers yours. Everything narrows to the feeling of his kiss, slow and intense like he’s taking his time tasting you.

His hands slide down to your sides to hold your hips, the heat of his body radiating against yours.

As your desire grows, you try to deepen the kiss to match the rate of your racing heart, but he draws back as it starts to get intense.

His eyes smolder, intense and teasing at the same time.

He nips gently at your ear and you arch against him. His hands slide up to grip your waist, pulling you tight to his body while still pushing you back against the door.

“(Y/N)… say my name again…”

You crash your lips to his again, feeling and pouring all your desire and impatience into the kiss. He grabs your wrists and pins them to the door above your head, his show of power making you giddy. You arch against him, and he sucks in a harsh breath, fingers digging into your wrists with delicious pleasure.

Katsuki’s eyes darken, and he captures your mouth with a desperate kiss, tongue sliding against yours, leaving you breathless. You tip your head back against the door as he runs his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking with every inch of his love.

He grabs your hips and pulls you off the door, steering you to the center of the room. You throw your arms around him and speak with your lips pressed onto his. You moan as he kisses down your neck, gasping as his teeth scrape against your skin and he soothes the spot with his tongue.

“(Y/N)…” He says demandingly. “I need you. Right now.”

He takes a step back and starts to undo the buttons of his shirt, but you still his hand with your own.

“Sit back and relax Suki-kun. Let me do it.”

He bites his lip at the term of endearment, or maybe at the thought of you peeling off his clothes.

You brush your lips against the corner of his mouth, and feel him shiver. His chest rises and falls as you continue to slowly unbutton his dress shirt, grinning wolfishly as you toss it to the floor.

“(Y/N)…” there’s an impatient growl in his voice. His hands flex at his sides, and you know he’s dying to touch you, to rip your clothes off.

“Shh. Your patience will be rewarded.”

You press your palm to the center of his chest, then drag it downwards over the ridges of his abs, following the path of his well-toned abs. He rolls his hips forward as you undo the clasp of his belt, and he catches your wrist in an iron tight grip.

“I can’t wait any longer.”

The hunger in his voice makes your brain feel like it stopped for a second, and before you realize it, he’s undressing you.

“Ah. Yes. I will never get tired of how impatient you are.” You shake your head yet feel nothing but arousal from the way he looks at you as he continues.

“I can’t help myself when you’re so irresistible,” He shrugs then smirks.

You help him undress you, and soon your clothes are lying in a heap on the floor. He hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you against him. You both moan at the feeling of your bodies pressed together, the heat emanating from the both of you.

Your stomach swoops as he spins the two of you around, backing toward the bed. He falls down onto the mattress and pulls you down on top of him.  He laughs, his voice husky at your look of surprise, bringing his hands to your waist to steady you as you lift yourself up to look down at him.

Still laughing a little, you lean down to kiss him, and it quickly grows heated as the intensity between the two of you spikes.

He’s still in his pants and you make quick work of the belt and zipper. He lifts his hips up to pull them off and throws them aside. 

You press your hand against his cock over his underwear, and he bucks against you, head thrown back.

“Ah…”

You feel the heat of his desire through the fabric, but what you want is right beneath.

 You close your teeth around the waistband and tug them down. He groans, lifting his hips to help you get them off. Once you cast his underwear aside, you wrap your lips around his member and suck briefly, a teasing touch that has him arching higher off the bed.

Before you could even process what had just happened, he throws a leg over you and flips the two of you over so that he’s on top and your legs are parted around his hips.

You call out his name as he roughly removes your underwear and creeps between your legs to tease his fingers against you, sending bolts of pleasure racing through all parts of your body.

“K-Katsuki…”

His mouth is hot against your neck as he speaks in a rush, hips rolling against yours.

“Make this one last the w-whole night,” you whisper in between breaths.

Lust flashes in his eyes and he growls deep, slowing the movement of his fingers against you.

You gasp as you feel him push into you, taking one of your hands and lacing his fingers with yours.

He sets a tantalizingly slow pace, making you groan loudly at the purposeful way he thrusts into you.

You grip onto his muscular shoulders, giving yourself over to the exquisite feeling as he bites back several deep groans of his own. He ducks his head to kiss your breasts, then begins to suck your nipples, sending shivers through your body as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside you.

He stills suddenly, and you groan in a mix of pleasure and frustration, lifting your hips to search for more.

“You want this to last the whole night, huh? I’m going to give you what you want.”

You throw your head back as he starts moving again, your moans filling the room as he teases you toward that bliss, as you lose all sense of time.

_______

“(Y/N)! BAKUBRO!” You hear Kaminari knock on the door playfully. “Were you guys THAT exhausted that you did nothing but sleep yesterday!? We didn’t see you guys by the pool! Is something wrong? Are you guys sick!?”

You were cuddling with Katsuki after such an intense but amazing night, still wearing nothing, the blankets and comforters being the only ones shielding you from anything. 

“W-we’re fine Kaminari-kun.” You say groggily, Bakugo’s strong arms still wrapped around you, giving you all the warmth and comfort you need. “W-we’ll be down in an h-hour.” 

“Ok then! See you!” Kaminari leaves as soon as he arrives. You sigh softly and turn to your explosive boyfriend who was still sound asleep, you rest your head on his chest as you too, drift back to dreamland, excited for what else this vacation has in store for you.

-Fin. 

[goldenkirstein]

hello raf!!! first off, I wanna say that I love your blog and your fics. tysm for sharing them with us you are incredibly talented!

second, do you have other blog/moot recommendations for users who write for jean x reader? I wanna follow all of you you're all so amazing!

only if you can! :) have a nice night!

hi nonnie !! ty for the kind words!! yes i do, some of these are my moots, some are not but regardless they are all incredibly talented writers. there are so so so many writers that have jean fics, but i chose these ones because they have more than a few jean x reader !! these are also just based on my preferences, so if there is a writer not included here, i apologize !!

Please read all of these authors rules/dni’s as ik a few of them interact or post dark content and are 18+ blogs !! respect writers and their rules !!

@whats-her-quirk - what can i say that hasn’t been said, literally the reason i write on here and responsible for the first jean x reader fic i ever read, i love june. Absolutely phenomal, so fucking cool and talented. her writing makes me happy, to put it simply.

my fave fic: midnight ride & below freezing

@jean-does-not-have-a-horseface - the username speaks for itself, again i read her fics when i still was a ghost blog so i am quite sentimental lol, i think she might be working on a jean rockstar au series, im not sure tho, but regardless just a super talented writer !!

my fave fic: sketches of you

@welcometotheclubhoe - jay, oh my god, i love them and their blog, all of their jean fics are so. fucking. amazing. like chef’s kiss, have me sweating, screaming and crying, genuinely need to take a five minute break to walk around my room and contemplate the meaning of life. so yeah, jay’s a jeanius (shhhh i know its cringe)

@bakugohoex - a fellow jean simp, ria is not only the sweetest but just so fucking good at writing jean, fluff, angst and smut, her brain is so big because she’s responsible for one my favourite jean series and playlist tbh ahem:

my fave fic: stay & put on a show

@mikaberries - Mika is also one of the first aot writer blogs I followed, I found her first on tiktok and then followed here. super fucking talented, idk how she does it tbh. also just an all around good person and very sweet, I have nothing but respect and praise for her and her work.

my fave fic: innocent & car quickie

my fave fic: unrequited series

@fiaficsxo - i love fia and her writing, she is so talented and just an absolute gem. she also happens to be another fellow jean simp, which i love ffhkjhg. but fr her jean smut leaves me sweating. 

my fave fic: jersey girl

@seraphdreams - title of blog: jean love club. thats it. what more can i say. ceo of jean simping and being just remarkable, like honestly, seraph was the first one who popped into my mind when i read ur ask nonnie. do me a favour and read all of their jean fics, you will become enlightened.

my fave fic: mornings w/ jean & face sitting

@alert-arlert - genuinely adore ryn, for their writing and their presence here, i really love their headcanons for jean and honestly aside from fics, i really do get happy when i see them on my dash, coolest person ever omg, follow them for the vibes and the amazing writing

my fave fic: jean relationship hc’s & nsfw alphabet

@odmlevis: riz my loveeeee, so talented and so amazing, top notch writing and top notch person, i admire her so much, made me fall in love with fuckboy jean what more can i sayyyyy

my fave fic: jean + friends to lovers & falling in love w/ fuckboy jean

@dancingazaleas - crazy fucking talented, i cannot believe that i can just go to their blog and read for free. like i astral projected when i first read their work, transcended planes, i was dr. strange for like three minutes, thats what sorrels writing did to me. so go forth nonnie, unlock the secrets of the universe.

my fave fic: primrose & obedience (includes eren n mikasa)

@jarmeen: i love jas, they are sooooooo cool and their writing is just next level. just a super sweet individual, and helloooo read the title of their blog, and then read it again because they are right and everyone should go read their works !!

my fave fic: see you again

@valxeren: dilf jean. thats it. two words. deserves the nobel prize just for writing those fics, tbh tht shit changed my life, i was wandering my dashboard lost and unmotivated and then val graced me with dilf jean and im a better person now

my fave fic: clandestine

@kirschtienz: aman makes me happy, i love her, and her writing so much, if i were to choose a piece of writing to hug, it would be hers. i could go for days just praising her and still wouldn’t be enough, like the way she writes is just incredible

my fave fic: frats with benefits

@emepe: i thought to myself one day, hmm it would be nice to have friends to lovers fics for jean, and then tumblr said raf, baby, let me show u something and they pointed me towards mimi and said here is the answer to all your prayers. idk how to thank tumblr but fr only two chapters in and IM HOOKED. go read nonnie, goooo.

my fave fic: you and me and nothing more (includes eren)

i have realized that a good handful of these are smutty bshdsbhbf sorry not sorry. again, im so sorry if i missed anyone these are the writers that i could think of at the moment, and if you yourself are a writer then know that i love you and respect youuuu !!

happy reading nonnie :)

[theodora3022]

Lost And Found

An extension of this, to understand the backstory you should read it.

Anon: I would love a scenario for Mori with his little doll who behaves perfect only to try to run away or ask for help when he takes her out shopping, please?

Notes: You win, anon. I was going to write some fluff but then I opened my inbox… and this request triggered the inspiration goblins in my head. Sit back and enjoy this! I wrote it in hcs form so the structure is a bit messy~ On a side note, I have another Mori fic in the WIP list, but I’m just not feeling for it lately?

Warnings: Mentions of lobotomy, past abduction/abuse metion, yandere themes

You have been behaving so well lately, it is endearing, truly. There is not a single word of complaint when Mori asked you to pose for two hours for an oil painting. Nor did you throw a tantrum when he said how you cannot have that extra slice of cake yesterday at dinner.

Compared to Elise-chan, you are a role model! While Mori prefers you to have some defiant spirits, this is wonderful as well, especially when he is frustrated with some of his subordinates’ bratty behaviours.

So when you clung to his arm after dinner, begging him to go shopping, the Mafia boss did not see any reason to turn down your request. He loves buying you different dresses anyways! Maybe this time you can even choose a bonnet for yourself, since you have been such a good girl…

Unknownst to him, you are plotting something.

You felt sick, being treated like an ornament, a doll without a mind. You need to leave this place before your sanity leaves you. If you stay here for another month, you think you might just start to enjoy all those jewelry and fancy gowns. Absolutely unthinkable, therefore you must find an exit strategy.

Your only hope is to go to your relatives abroad, surely even the Port Mafia boss of Yokohama cannot reach you outside of Japan, right?? Of course, you cannot pack much, but you had gathered enough money for a train ticket to Tokyo. You plan to obtain another passport before leaving this country for good. Once you are on the plane you should be fine, safely away from this crazy man.

Good behaviors would allow you to go outside, even just for a few hours to a mall. Those shopping trips can get irritating, but they are at least a breath of fresh air and away from the Mafia Headquarters.

You are compliant, walking through five clothing stores with a fake smile on your face, to lower his guard.

“Mori-sama, may I go to the washroom?” You said when he is waiting for the crepes order in front of the dessert shop.

He nods without hesitation, not thinking how you would just run off.

You know there is a bus station nearby, and you could take a bus to the train station.

(This one is odd as hell but bear with me-)

When you did not return to him after forty minutes, Mori thought maybe you have period cramps and is too in pain to walk again. Since he cannot just burst into the woman’s washrooms, Mori had begged Elise to go in there.

(Just me randomly complaining about period cramps HDAUSOHASD)

Oh, where did you run off to? Maybe the ADA abducted you and want to use you against him? Unfortunate for you, while you have your tactics, the Mafia boss has his.

That beautiful ruby necklace he made you wear earlier? It contains a little tracking device! Not that he doesn’t trust you, but as the head of a Mafia, Mori has many enemies. He has to make sure he can find you if something happens!

You were waiting for the train to Tokyo on a train station bench, thinking about what you are going to do now without Mori controlling every aspect of your life.

Freedom! Autonomy! Finally, you are your own person again! Not some accessory to the Mafia boss, or a little plaything. That weight of dread in your chest lifted a little, but you know you must not get happy yet. You are still in Yokohama, which means Mori could still-

“Dearest, you had strayed too far from me.”

That voice. That damned, familiar voice.

You had failed miserably.

“Do you think you can really get away? How pitiful. Is this why you have been so good recently? I’m disappointed in you, love. Now come, Elise is waiting for you, she is worried too.”

This is a busy train station right? Even the Mafia boss cannot just snatch you here in broad daylight right?

Too bad, you shouldn't have underestimated the Port Mafia. It’s nearly effortless to evacuate the civilians with a few warning shots from pistols.

“You had misbehaved enough today, surely you do not like extra punishments?”

Oh no, what is it going to be this time? You desperately hope you get some amnesia this time, trembling at the thought of that cold surgery room.

You’ll have to pray, right now all you can do is cling to his arm like Elise and follow him home.

“Did you know how worried I was? Someone could have gotten their hands on you because of me!” Maybe Lobotomy is a good choice after all. Although the result may vary, at least you won’t run away again. That procedure would morph your mind into a child’s, cleansing any rebellious ideas.

It’s not like you have any chance of escaping again, you betrayed his trust, no outside time anytime soon for you.

You are naive to think you can ever get away in the first place.

[alwaysmychoices]

Landry Olsen Finding Out About Ethan and f!MC (Charlie) - Headcanon

for a long time, I’ve been meaning to make a fic about Landry finding out about Ethan and MC, and after reading @utterlyinevitable​‘s amazing HC, I was encouraged and inspired to finally write my HC out. Her characterization was incredible - truly wanted to punch Landry. 

Also, for me, MC is Charlie. I kept writing Charlie by accident, so MC is just Charlie now. 

It had been 10 years since Landry Olsen moved to Boston – and 7 years since he left.

Landry Olsen finished his residency at Mass Kenmore successfully but quietly. He did well but never distinguished himself. He was, at best, an upper middle candidate – good but never as good as the greats who walked the hall beside him.

Never as good as Charlie.

Charlie ended her residency at the helm of Edenbrook with a permanent position on the bolstered diagnostics team. Within a month of her completed residency, she had dozens of research offers, job opportunities, and even a handful of speaking invitations. She was the face of medicine.

It wasn’t fair, of course.

She was just lucky. She caught all the right breaks.

She didn’t work for it like Landry did.

At 29, Landry took a job in Chicago, determined to make a name for himself.

He worked hard. He did research. He stayed late, missing big events and dates. He neglected everything but his work. He was his job.

He wasn’t always the best. Sometimes, a star protégé would step in and outshine him, and he grit his teeth through every second. Usually, he tried to win favor by staying later that night or taking on bigger and better cases. Occasionally, he dipped back into old habits of sabotage, but he promised himself it would be the last time.

He earned his place. He earned this career. Hell, he deserved more!

It wasn’t his fault that he had missed all the biggest breaks.

Landry didn’t like being back in Boston – too many bad memories of disappointment and disgust.

He wanted to limit his time in Boston as much as possible. He was here for a conference, and as soon as it was over, he would be on a plane back to Chicago.

But he couldn’t help himself.

He had to see Edenbrook.

It looked… the same.

Even with a new sign and a new name, it was the same place.

A place of disappointment – of regret.

As Landry bought a cup of coffee from a nearby bodega, he imagined running into Charlie. He wondered what she looked like. He wondered if she still hated him.

Landry tried his hardest to stay away from the rumors about Charlie.

When he worked at Mass Kenmore, they were inescapable. She was magic back then. She cured a senator, survived a deadly bioweapon, and saved the hospital while she was at it. She even earned Ethan Ramsey’s friendship in the process.

Landry knew the rumors about them. According to all the best informants, they were always together, curing unknown diseases and steering medicine’s future. Occasionally, Landry heard hints of affection on Dr. Ramsey’s side. Once, he heard that she had been seen carpooling to work in the early hours of the morning.

As much as Landry wanted to know everything, he gagged when he heard about their partnership.

Landry should have been Ethan’s partner, not her.

And their friendship? Disgusting. Unethical, even. He never paid much mind to the rumors of romance. He knew Dr. Ramsey would never break so many rules. Nonetheless, Landry hated hearing about it.

But did any of that matter now?

It had been 7 years.

With a twinge of satisfaction, Landry liked to think that Charlie’s magic had worn off. A magical intern wasn’t a magical attending.

Maybe she ran out of luck.

As Landry walked the familiar path from Edenbrook to the nearest train station, he let himself daydream about Charlie struggling like he did. It made him feel more accomplished and self-assured.

It was during these musings that Landry Olsen saw Dr. Ramsey, his idol, for the first time in nearly a decade.

Ethan Ramsey sat outside at a nearby coffee shop, a medical journal in one hand and espresso in the other. He was older now, probably close to 50. His hair had greyed, and he wore a pair of glasses on his nose.

Landry lost his breath.

Even after Landry left Edenbrook, Ethan had been Landry’s hero. Landry read all of his research, even if he hated occasionally seeing Charlie’s name next to his under the title.

And Landry wanted to talk to him.

He wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted to say.

All he really knew was that he needed to clear his name. He needed to prove to Dr. Ramsey that, despite his transgressions during his intern year, he was a successful, competent doctor. He wasn’t just a dumb kid who jeopardized a whole hospital for his vengeance.

He imagined approaching Dr. Ramsey with a respectful yet cordial greeting. Maybe Ethan would remember him. Maybe Ethan would invite him to sit so they could discuss his career. Perhaps Landry could convince Ethan to join his latest research venture.

Maybe, after all this time, Landry could still make a good impression.

Maybe, one day, he could be Dr. Ramsey’s right-hand man.

Landry jammed the crosswalk button frantically, hoping to get to Ethan Ramsey as soon as possible.

Then, he saw her.

Charlie.

She looked the same, just a little older.

And with her, she carried two children. The first, a girl, was old enough to walk alongside her mother. She looked exactly like Charlie, same hair and same nose. The little girl giggled the entire time, making the small boy in the stroller laugh with glee.

Charlie had a… family.

Landry hesitated at the crosswalk and stared as the small family crossed his path.

He was so busy being astonished that Charlie had children that he missed all the clues.

Well, that was until the little girl broke free of Charlie’s grip and ran across the sidewalk a screaming, “Daddy!”

She ran to Ethan.

Ethan left his chair and kneeled on the sidewalk just in time to catch his daughter as she flew into his arms. Ethan exclaimed something about how happy he was to see his little Lori, and he spun the little girl around to make her laugh.

That’s… his daughter, Landry felt frozen.

Charlie followed her daughter, chastising her for running away from her in such a busy place. She approached Ethan with ease. She stood next to him like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And then…

And then, she kissed him.

Landry watched from across the street.

Ethan accepted the tender kiss happily before greeting the baby in the stroller, who cooed his approval.

When Ethan put Lori down, he wrapped his free arm around Charlie’s waist and pulled her close.

They were…

They’re together, Landry realized.

Now, he could see the glitter of their wedding bands and the comfort they shared in each other’s arms. Ethan whispered something to make Charlie laugh.

They settled into the café chairs and kept a close eye on their children.

Ethan held Charlie’s hand across the table.

They were happy.

Landry felt a rush of shock and horror.

How could they be romantically involved?

Was that why Charlie did so well? Had Dr. Ramsey really just favored her because he hoped to secure her affection? Had Charlie just gotten ahead because she was willing to pursue her boss? How many ethical lines had they crossed?

Had they exchanged favors in exchange for Charlie’s burgeoning success?

Landry fumed.

He had to work his ass off, and all this time, Charlie got the easy route because a respected diagnostician wanted to father her children.

Landry hated them. He hated the entire system that let them exist. He hated that they got to win and be happy.

Everything clicked together in the worst of ways.

He wanted to confront them. He wanted to tell them precisely what they did wrong and what it had cost him.

He imagined how they would react. They wouldn’t understand. They would think he was crazy and vindictive. Walking away, he would seem like he was wrong when he was really the injured party. Later that night, while Landry was alone in a hotel room, the couple would probably talk about him at dinner, sharing complaints and theories about his behavior.

They would be on each other’s side, and Landry would be alone.

In fact, Ethan would always be on Charlie’s side…

Landry paused, watching as the crowd around him peacefully crossed the road. He didn’t join them.

Because Dr. Ramsey picked a side.

No matter what Landry did, Dr. Ramsey would never be his friend. He would never honor Landry with accolades or collaboration.

To Dr. Ramsey, Landry was just the asshole who betrayed his wife nearly a decade ago. At best, he was a forgotten memory. At worst, he was a representation of disappointment and pain.

Landry might look at Dr. Ramsey as a hero, but Ethan looked at Landry like he was a rat.

The streetlights changed, and the crosswalk closed to Landry. Across the street, the innocent family ordered two coffees and a hot chocolate for their young daughter, who was now in her mother’s lap and scribbling in a coloring book.

They had no idea Landry Olsen watched them, and they had no idea when he looked away and left.

And wasn’t that better?

If Landry Olsen was always going to be the rat, he might as well be a rat out of sight.

He couldn’t stomach watching Ethan’s eyes widen with recognition and then harden with hatred. He couldn’t fathom being his idol’s enemy.

It’s what he deserved.

Deep down, beyond all his whining and entitlement, he knew that they were right about him.

He was just a mediocre doctor bullying someone else for being better than him. But he hid it well. Strangers never suspected him, and he was so skilled that he even fooled himself.

But he still knew… In those quiet moments when he reflected on his mistakes, he knew.

Landry Olsen was a rat – and a lonely, hated one, at that.

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