#not something you put on your dinner table

[spiderfunkz]

BLOWN A WISH

pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader

cw. established relationship, fluff, kisses, hyun-ju forgets reader's birthday, this takes place long after the games (they all survive and get a fair share of the money yay).

author's note: i have two more fics for hyun-ju in my drafts, please keep requesting for her! she's such a dear i love her so much RAAAH

to be fair, birthdays weren't a big thing in your house.

it never bothered you, well, sometimes it does. only when you were little, you used to get invited to birthday parties, then, you realized how much it mattered at that age. but no matter how much you protested to your parents, they denied every single request.

you matured though. you realized that it was just a reminder of the time passing since you were born. ever since then you never mind it.

and well, as you got older, you had bigger things to worry about. school, classes, studies, college, jobs, work, bills, bills, bills.. so many bills. to be covered in debts you are unable to pay, the thought of your birthday never crossed your mind ever again.

but after some, not so pleasant events, you managed to get back on your feet. you managed to pay your debts, find a job, a nicer apartment, and a very, very, nice woman.

cho hyun-ju had her struggles as well. you talked to her only once throughout the deadly games, but soon you were reunited during a stressful night at a convenience store. you soon grew a bond together, sure it was bonded by trauma— but it was amazing to have someone close by.

you two grew closer everyday. after some time, she moved into your apartment. it was everything you could ever imagine. things were great. you went on dates, talked everyday, cooked together— hyun-ju is an amazing cook you noted, and everything seemed perfect.

everything is perfect. but recently, jobs have been piling up, specifically hyun-ju's. your time and her time kept getting disrupted by sudden meetings, paperwork, and nagging clients.

soon, the coffee table by the couch was filled with unorganized files. you could only shower hyun-ju with reassurance and motivating words, making her coffee from time to time, and giving her forehead kisses before going to bed early.

you respected her work. so you never bothered her. besides, you got your own things to settle.

not long after, your birthday came.

hyun-ju had planned everything beforehand. she'd come back from work earlier, she'd cook your favorite meal, and she'd give you a present she had already prepared (a handmade gift and a letter for you). she also bought a big bouquet of flowers that were meant to be picked up—

two days ago?

the date on her phone made her eyes widen. did she just miss your birthday? she couldn't believe it. surely this was some glitch in the matrix or something!

she realized you weren't home yet, right, you are currently out buying groceries. how much time does she have left to cook you dinner? she didn't care to check the time again, she went to the kitchen to cook a quick yet delicious meal. it was your favorite.

hyun-ju had become a witch running against time, your favorite meal was ready in no time. after plating it, she quickly called a shop to get flowers sent right away, then, she took a break to ease off for a bit.

the handmade gift and letter is in a box under your bed, she knew for sure. after inhaling a glass of water, she grabbed it and put a ribbon as a finishing touch. she was very proud of it.

she waits rather impatiently for the flower to arrive,

and almost in an instant, the doorbell rings.

she ran to open it, only to be met with your beautiful face, holding a bunch of paper bags filled with all kinds of needs.

"hyun-ju, ah, i forgot my keys, see." you gestured to your empty pockets. hyun-ju basically froze in place, "could you please help me with these." you laugh awkwardly, she grabs the paper bags immediately.

she mentally facepalms herself, "oh and. this came by the lobby, said it was for cho hyun-ju, so i grabbed it since i was going up. i figured you were still doing paperwork." you motioned to the bouquet of flowers that was hidden behind the paper bags.

you have to be kidding me.

hyun-ju sighs, "let me bring those bags in for you first." she puts the paper bags on the counter, you close the door with your feet, your arms holding the remaining paper bag and the bouquet of flowers, placing it beside the rest.

"so, um," hyun-ju starts, "that bouquet was actually for you."

you tilt your head in surprise, smiling. "really?"

hyun-ju nods. "see, it was supposed to be delivered two days ago, for your birthday. but gosh- i'm so sorry. i was so busy with work i forgot to pick it up. it's probably starting to wilt as we speak, so i bought a new one and called to get it delivered right away."

before you could respond she continues,

"and i know it is no excuse to forget your own girlfriend's birthday, i had everything planned out, you know. i was going to cook your favorite meal, and then surprise you with the flowers and the gifts i've prepared. but, i don't know what happened. time just flew by and i just realized earlier today," she catches her breath, "but do not fear, i cooked the meal just in time, it's right on the table ready for us. and well, you've seen the flowers so it's no longer a surprise but, there's one more thing."

she quickly runs off to grab the box under the bed before coming back to you in your confused state. "i made this. it's special, just for you."

she hands it to you, the words 'for my one and only :)' written neatly on it, sparkled with glitter and stickers.

"oh, hyun-ju! you shouldn't have," you smile widely.

"i'm really sorry for forgetting, i don't know how i can make up for it," she frowns.

"you know i don't usually do birthdays. this is the most i've ever gotten in my entire life. i'm very grateful for you, hyun-ju."

you give her a kiss, a very sincere one.

"thank you so much, i really mean it."

she smiles, brushing off how her cheeks are turning red. "come on, let's eat, the foods gonna go cold. i made you your favorite."

"my favorite's right here, what do you mean?" you tease, pointing at hyun-ju's now red face.

[rafeysdeer]

valentine (aka sunshine reader and in love jason)

civil!reader x jason todd

prompt: valentine's day wasn't exactly jason's favorite holiday, he didn't really care about it, that's until his very excited girlfriend decided to surprise him.

a/n: okay, that's my second imagine, and i think it looks better, i was giggling and kicking while writing because these two are just soo cute, and the detail about the candle being syntactic is from a hc that jason just doesn't deal well with fire because of the explosion. english is not my first language, hope you guys like it 💗

It had been at least two weeks since you started leaving little hints about the big day that was coming, Valentine's Day. A cute romcom about the holiday, some cute couple videos, anything to try to get your boyfriend in the mood for the day, but he simply didn't seem to care about it.

You figured it was because he never really had the chance to properly celebrate, or anyone to spend the day with, before you, his only focus was the whole vigilante thing, he never would have dreamed that on a saturday night he would be curled up on the couch, eating ice cream and watching 'How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days', but he was, and with a pretty girl resting her head comfortably on his shoulder.

"Jay? Do you have patrol next friday? I thought we could go out for dinner or something?" the girl asks, lifting her head from his shoulder to look at him with her bright eyes and a little pout on her face.

"I think Steph can cover for me, it's just routine patrol, why? some special occasion?" he asks with a naughty smile on his face as he pulls her close to him again, leaving a kiss on her forehead.

"Nothing really special, I just miss you," she says and his laugh immediately fills the room, leaving that comfortable energy in the air. "Baby, you're literally wrapped around me, like, right now." He hears her snort and shove him playfully. "Doesn't stop me from missing you." The silly smile on his face took over as he stroked her hair. "You're just one of a kind, aren't you?"

Turns out that missing him was only half true, not that you didn't miss him, but coincidentally, next friday was also, Valentine's Day, and the closer the day got, the more anxious she looked like.

When friday finally came, she already had everything planned out to the last detail, she convinced him to finally go out with Tim (who had been trying to go out with him for weeks by now), and put her plan in action, she had all the classic stuff, flowers, chocolates, a beautiful dress, a set table on the roof, and the best part, a limited edition of Pride and Prejudice packaged methodically with a red bow, matching her dress.

You managed to convince Tim to join you on the plan, stalling Jason until 7 pm, when he came back to the apartment, just to find everything in complete darkness except for a trail of synthetic candles leading to the window.

"Honey? Are you ready yet?" No answer, the only option was to follow the candles to the window, where he found a table set on the roof, with a bouquet of red roses, synthetic candles lighting everything up, and his favorite girl with a smile from head to toe in a long red dress.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Jay," she says as she tries to strike a sensual pose, leaning on the table, but she's so excited she can't hold it in for long, running towards him and stealing a kiss. "So? Did you like it? I know you're not the biggest fan of Valentine's Day, but I just wanted you to be able to experience it and it's okay if you think it's too much, we can just go back inside and order pizza or something-" her nervous speech is interrupted by an anxious and completely passionate kiss.

"I loved it, sweetheart, I really did, how did you manage to do all this without me noticing?" she smiles playfully, shrugging her shoulders and pulling away from him slightly. "I may have had some bats helping me, and wait, there's more," she says excited, her smile as bright as the candles as she runs to the table, grabbing a package, her heels making a clicking sound along the way.

"I remember you told me you really wanted it and I just couldn't help it, I hope you like it" she hands him the book, wrapped with a big red bow that matched her dress, and the happiness on his face made all the effort she put on it worth it. "You're so fucking perfect, how did I end up with you, huh?" he asks, showering her with kisses, while the smile never leaves her face.

"I guess it was fate."

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Shenhe, Clorinde, Dehya and Noelle with S/N hugging them tightly.

(Genshin Impact) Shenhe, Clorinde, Dehya, Noelle, and Chiori's S/O hugging them tightly

Strong women...

Shenhe's whole body eases up the moment S/O's arms wrap around her, with them squeezing her as tightly as they can.

Her heart feels calm, yet its rapidly beating with S/O being this close to her.

Strange, yes, but far from unpleasant.

(Shenhe) "S/O?"

(S/O) "You don't mind me staying like this for a little bit, do you?"

(Shenhe) "I don't."

Shenhe returns the embrace by holding S/O closer.

Though of course she doesn't use her all her strength despite the fact she wants to return as much loving attention.

Because doing so would cause S/O's spine to bend at a 90 degree angle all of a sudden.

Clorinde goes stiff for a moment before exhaling, a small smile forming on her lips alongside a blush.

(Clorinde) "I take it you have missed me?"

(S/O) "Mmm...maybe just a little."

Their teasing tone betrayed their thoughts, as if the pressure around her stomach wasn't any indication either.

But Clorinde had no objection, doubly so since they were in private.

She leans back into their hold, a soft chuckle escaping her.

(Clorinde) "Then I am all yours for the night, S/O."

One hand reaches upward to their arm, gently holding their waist as she takes a deep breath, now fully relaxing.

And with one last gesture before sitting next to them, Clorinde kisses the top of their fingers, holding their hand as if it were made of glass.

Dehya is slightly startled but it doesn't take her long to immediately turn around and give a fierce hug back.

Her laughter was loud, quickly joined in by S/O.

(Dehya) "S/O! Geez, could've said hi first!"

(S/O) "Where's the fun in that?"

With a cheeky smile, Dehya lifts S/O off the ground as she gives them an even tighter hug than the one they were giving her.

S/O's breath hitched for a moment as it was almost crushed out of them, but Dehya put them back on the ground, her arms crossing in front of her chest.

(Dehya) "Dinner on me? Just got paid a nice amount too!"

(S/O) "Sure, you gotta tell me what happened out there!"

Her smile gets even bigger as S/O walks beside her, Dehya's arm immediately seeking S/O's and wrapping it tightly around them.

(Dehya) "Alright, let's see...-"

Noelle doesn't even physically budge when S/O suddenly hugs her, but she does yelp in surprise.

(Noelle) "HUH?!...Oh, S/O! Jeez, you scared the daylights out of me!"

(S/O) "Hah, sorry, sorry!"

Noelle blushes madly as she reciprocates their hug, her head resting on their shoulder as she did so.

Unfortunately for S/O, she used her full strength and they heard a few of their bones pop from their spine.

Whether or not that was a good thing remained to be seen, but they could still feel the pain and could stand upright, so that was at least a good sign!

After being dazed by her affection, S/O smiles at Noelle as she did the same.

(Noelle) "Did you need me for something?"

(S/O) "I got us a table for dinner ready, and wanted to see if you were off yet!...Might also need a healer."

(Noelle) "Oh! Yes, I am nearly finished! I will have this mess sorted out in no time but...what was that last part?"

(S/O) COUGH! "A-Ah, nothing!"

Chiori raises an eyebrow but doesn't really blush or budge, instead an arm softly reaches out to their wrists, gently shoving them upwards to give her more breathing space.

(Chiori) "What's with the sudden hug?"

(S/O) "Am I not allowed to show love to my beautiful girlfriend?"

She hummed in acknowledgement, finishing the sketch on a new design.

(Chiori) "Preferably not when she needs steady hands to draw something-."

(S/O) "I can hold you and be still at the same time!"

(Chiori) "Is that right?"

Despite her tone, there is no real malice in it, even as she sighs aloud.

(Chiori) "Alright, just don't squirm too much, alright?"

If S/O could squint, there's the slightest hint of a blush on her face.

Though S/O didn't need to that to tell them she was comfortable.

The way her shoulders slumped and she subtly shifted closer to them, head leaning back onto S/O for support:

That physical shift was what made S/O happy.

And of course, Chiori too.

...As long as they didn't intentionally mess with her as she was trying to come up with something for work.

[bandgie]

just reread ur freeuse reader and skz drabble but now all i can think of is skz who is freeuse imagine just being in public and just eating them out / sucking them off while they whine :33

did you ask for a MTL on who I think likes to be free-use? did I hear a yes? !!free use society ahead!!

most!

han!

lovely slut! he's sooo endearing and wants to be used anytime anywhere! you want him to finger you in the theaters? done! giving you head during a night out? yes please! but he gets so embarrassed when you do it to him. stroking him while he's trying to work on a song or when you're on double date? he's blushing so hard and he'd prolly beg you to wait until you get home. he secretly likes it tho. the way you keep a conversation with your fingers playing with his tip makes him leak so much

seungmin!

okay, please don't be shocked. I had to put him up this high. USE HIM. USE HIM. USE HIM. I'm tired of seungmin being a hard dom when irl I know he loves being rough-handled and used. he's a huge munch idk why that's such a strong belief I have. he'll do anything for you anywhere. ask him to fuck you while the members are over and he's putting you on the dinner table and drilling your shit unbearably good. the only limit I'd say is when he's working ? like practicing his vocals he just really need to focus and he can't do that when you're pretty legs are open just asking to be spread

hyunjin!

he worships you idk what you want me to say. he doesn't even view it as sex or something gross, he just wants to be close to you in the most intimate way possible (I think ive said this before). constantly rubbing your clit because he knows you looveeee that and kissing the curve of your neck because that also drives you insane. you honestly don't even have to ask hyunjin, he just knows when you need it because he knows you so well. that being said, he also would like his partner to be free-use too. he wants the passion to be equal

changbin!

I feel wrong putting him lower, but I think it's true. he's shy and he likes to keep things between you two, BUT he feels super prideful (as a Leo should) when you ask him for a favor. he's most comfortable with oral, but he underestimated how much you enjoy giving it to him. you wanna do it public??? he'll give in but he hides his blushing face in his hoodies and tries to keep him hips from bucking so much. if he gets super into it, he'll thread his hand in your hair and try pushing you deeper. I can only imagine how much his members coo like ugh I just know Felix watches almost enviously lmaooo

felix!

he actually really likes it! the reason he's lower is because he just feels uncomfortable sometimes. like, I don't think Felix enjoys that many people watching. especially if they're strangers. but if it's his members or friends? then yessssss use him! pull his panties to the side and do what you want! lol, but he just needs to be warmed up with the people around him. he would also love it if some members joined in on you using him. like maybe he's fucking you and someone's pinching his nipples or guiding his hips to fuck you harder. he really really likes feeling completely surrounded, so he's down for a whole orgy so long as he knows and trusts everyone.

jeongin

okay I was gonna put him last but then I was thinking and? he really likes fingering you. feeling your plush walls and if you're jerking him off too?? pure bliss. the members get tired of trying to talk to him when you're there cuz you end up whispering in his ear to play with your clit and it always ends with you two moaning into each other's mouth. or if someone's trying to talk to him and you get on your knees to suck him off, jeongin is so persistent like "Nono, keep talking im listening" and his fingers curl into your hair and he's trying to stay still because HE'S the free-use but holy shit your mouth is so warm and soft, he cums straight down your throat. but like I said, HE'S free-use, so you overstimulate him pretty often until the person he's talking to can't stand jeongin's high pitched whining and rolling eyes like - I need to stop

chan!

bandgie...did you really put him this low? yes and im sorry. but listen! he's shy okay??? he's a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets! some things are for you and him and THATS IT. maybe a very small handful of people who he trusts can see but he's just really possessive. if YOU were free-use? that'd be different. like he gets to use you and everyone knows who you belong to, but him? what if people think you want another free-use bf? what if they think he isn't already owned? he worries too much BUT I do think he's similar to minho in that he'd eat you out and finger you, but sexsexsex? I mmeeaannnn if you ask nicely and bat your pretty eyelashes he would, but he would also give anyone the death stare that so much as glances your way.

minho!

he likes it, but like idk. he's down to finger you anytime, getting all your juices gushing down his wrist because he's genuinely the best finger-blaster on the planet, but full on sex?? he has boundaries. you want a quickie in the bathroom? okay yes he's absolutely okay with that, but even if it is a free-use society and it's accepted he just? he just likes keeping it low-key. BUT he likes people knowing he's yours. maybe an earrings or necklace with your initial. a hickey that never seems to go away. something to mark him as yours. but anything more than his hands or mouth publically is a limit

least!

[soldearestsoulmate]

Warnings: Implied nonconsensual acts towards the reader, abuse, abusive relationship, kidnapping, and yandere stuff of nature. Proceed with caution.

Sol x GN!Reader

You hear the sound of the door unlocking to your room...You don't bother to look to see who it is. You know who it is, it's always the same now. It's always him.

Casually he walks in, he sets some things down on the table, checks his phone. A ritual of his now. Then like always, grabs something from the bag, a bouquet of flowers. Bright colors to grace the room, but none compare to your beauty he feels.

He walks over to you, repeats the same questions. Same lines "Have you been good while I was away, pumpkin? Of course you were. I know you were. You're so good, so well behaved. Heh...You're beautiful. I love you so much."

He touches your face, before you used to flinch at his touch, even move or fight away. Now you don't move away from it or even towards it as he wishes and hopes. You just accept it. Let it happen, until its over.

He shows off the flowers he got for you, a gift, then brings them in close for you to smell...Some you instantly recognize...Some are known to help calm one down...Relax them...

He sets them by your bed side, to look at, to let them do their job...As if its even needed now though.

Then he does what he always does...He checks your restraints. Not too tight, not too lose. No signs of tempering, no signs of unlocking. They are perfect. As it should be.

"I was thinking of making something nice again for our special date tonight. I'm sure you'll love what I have planned. A nice dinner, some wine, maybe soothing music..." He goes on about the plan, the fantasy he wants to make reality.

You try to power through it, to not let it bother you, but you know what comes after every special date now...What happens after the meal is finished. There's no romance involved, no love, or what a normal person would call love.

It's just a sick desire, obsession of his put into play...And you're his obsession...His sick twisted desire...

"--you'll love all of that won't you, pumpk--" So stops talking, as he notices the tears falling from your eyes. You haven't moved, haven't spoken, but yet your tears fall. "Oh pumpkin...It's alright. I'm right here now." He wraps his arms around you, holding you close, comforting you. He takes in your scent, your warmth, it drives him crazy but he tries to contain himself, for now... "You're safe now. Your husband is here again to always love and protect you. Now and forever, my love."

You wish this nightmare would stop.

You wish you would wake up already and be free from this all.

But there's no waking up from this nightmare.

No freedom for you now.

This is your home now.

This is your life...

For now and forever, with your beloved husband Sol...

[calphalon]

always watching | jason todd headcanons

⤵ pairing: jason todd (red hood) x reader ⤵ tw: all lowercase, possessive behavior, stalking, breaking & entering, one-sided affections, yandere ⤵ note: acts of service are jason’s love language... that and maybe he might like scaring you ⤵ inspo song: black hole sun by soundgarden

hasn’t always gotten this close to you.

at first it was just watching you on the subway, taking note of your commute where it crossed paths with him. watching as you walked down dark streets on your way home from a night shift you picked up.

he didn’t intend to get so invested in a civilian, not so much that he used his patrol routes to keep an eye on you. the later you work, the worse he is about following your every step. so much so that he starts to follow you on foot opposed to watching from just balconies and rooftops.

sometimes he would even follow you during the day, hood up and wearing a mask. you never seemed to notice the man in a red hoodie who sat a few tables down from the dinner you liked, the one who would stare at you the entire time. the one who would order a meal just to pretend like he was sharing a meal with you.

sometimes he would even talk to himself, pretending the two of you were actually on some kind of date like this. other people would notice, but behavior like that in gotham was easily dismissed.

it gets to a tipping point when he notices that you keep a window open poorly locked in your apartment. one next to the fire escape, locks almost as old as the building itself. He tests it one day in the hopes you might want him inside your house, and he takes it as a sign.

his nights begin to end with waiting for you to fall asleep, sneaking in, and taking in a slice of the life he pretends to have with you. there is this delusion that somehow this is your way of silently letting him know you know he is there - watching your every move - and want something more. something real.

you start to notice that the dishes in the sink you left the night before are clean and put away. the hinges that used to squeak on the doors are greased up and no longer make noise. The sink in your bathroom that drips no longer causes you problems.

some things you dismiss as luck. others you try to dismiss as your landlord finally stepping up. there is this uneasy feeling you have now, this feeling of being watched.

maybe it’s when you notice the fridge is stocked up with groceries after you spent your check on bills. maybe it’s the fact your neighbor complained about you letting guests use the fire escape to loiter on. maybe it’s when you noticed the bathroom mirror still fogged up when the morning came despite not taking a shower the night before. maybe it’s that feeling of a second body in the bed even though you know you live alone.

jason has gotten comfortable with this routine. visiting you while you’re asleep, relaxing in your home as if it was his own - of course it was his now, you basically invited him in every night - and enjoying being so close to you.

he gets so comfortable he starts entering your place even when you’re awake. listening to you shower, watching you cook breakfast, taking note of how sweet you look so domestic. he can practically imagine what life would be like once you’re his.

something puts you on edge, causing you to call out of work. you start asking friends to stay over. you’ve even started to look at new apartments, worried that maybe someone has been secretly living in your cheap one-bedroom hole-in-the-wall while you’re away… and maybe while you’re still there.

he gets sloppy. purposely sloppy. jason thinks he might like the way you’re scared, constantly checking if other people have been having similar issues in your area. checking if any convicts escaped recently. looking over your shoulder even in your own home.

you do move, find a slightly better place with a code to get in the building and someone downstairs watching who enter and exits.

for a little while there is the ability to feel comfortable again…

then you wake up to a new coffee maker on the kitchen counter with a note attached, letting you know he likes the new place better than your last.

“the windows lock better here. enjoy the housewarming gift.”

[elicypher]

Very respectfully requesting William J Moriarty x reader with food play. Write whatever gender you want, whatever format you feel more comfy with, but I'd like reader to be afab

With lots of love

-☎️

- i tried doing research on this but it was always so over the top or nothing at all, lmao. so i hope this can be a balance of it and what you were expecting, anon :)

- food play, fingering, mention of cunillingus, william james moriarty x reader

the glow of the candelabras bathed the dining room in gold, and the soft crackle of the fireplace was the only thing filling the silence other than your bated breath—quiet yet irregular. dinner had long been eaten, the plates cleared away—leaving only a tray of fresh strawberries and a pot of melted chocolate.

william's eyes gleamed with something other than just mischief—something darker and intense. a mixture of desire and lust.

the only thing left to have, in the end, was dessert.

his crimson gaze settled on you, unflinching, as he dipped his slender, long fingers into the chocolate—coating them with decadent, molten sweetness. his lips further quirked up when he commanded, his tone a husky, low baritone, "open."

you felt so very vulnerable, atop this dinner table, bare and embarrassed. your breath hitched when his hand lingered at your chin, tipping it up before he slid two chocolate dripping fingers into your mouth. the taste exploded on your tongue as you closed your lips around him. a shaky breath left him.

"good," he murmured, watching you intently. "now clean them for me." your cheeks burned, but you complied—your tongue flicking against his fingers, savoring the sweetness from them.

the deliberate motion of your tongue made a low hum of approval escape his mouth. he pulled his now chocolate free hands back with a pop. "i must admit," he began, his voice low and smooth. "there's a certain charm to seeing you like this."

you flushed red at the way he stared at you, fiddling with your fingers. "....and how am i, exactly?"

"tempting."

the word hung in the air, sending a shiver down of pleasure down your spine. it was almost pathetic, the way your body would respond so intensely at mere words from him. he lifted a ripe strawberry from the dessert platter, and dipped it into the pot of melted chocolate. william then whispered, "may i?"

you nodded, your lips parting slightly. william leaned closer—tracing the chocolate dripping strawberry from your neck to your chest. each movement made you clench, arousal pooling at your legs. and william's tongue followed soon after, tasting and licking the trail of chocolate he left behind on your skin.

first the neck, your collarbone, the valley of your breasts, the curve of your stomach—so slow and so tenderly, he nursed them all with his tongue, deliberate licks making you tremble. eventually, he put the strawberry between your lips, asking you to "take a bite" before he stole it from your mouth.

"oh" you gasped quietly when william's lips closed around your nipple, the heat and pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through you. his untouched hand slid lower, tracing over your hip, before snaking in past your thighs—spreading them apart.

"already so eager, are you?" he muttered against one of your breasts, low and dark, sending a vibration through your skin. he could feel how wet you were on his fingers, feathery touches against your slit—it amused him, and to an extent, made him proud at how you caved in so easily at a few touches from him.

"william.." you pleaded needily, quiet—but just enough to hear, your desire hooded eyes staring up at him with a lustful haze.

"i know, darling." he whispered before obliging to your needs. his fingers found your clit, teasing and circling as his mouth continued it's ministrations on your chest. your moans filled the room, and you could feel his smirk against your skin, clearly pleased by your reaction. "do you like being my dessert?"

"god," you gasped, nodding feverishly. "yes, yes i do."

william's movements grew even further deliberate, his middle and ring finger now sliding inside the ring of muscles, it being fairly easy with how wet you already were. his other hand continued to work your sensitive bundle of nerves.

the sensations had you overwhelmed and moaning—his mouth, his hands—the sheer intensity of the pleasure he could induce driving you to the edge. "that's it.." he murmured huskily.

your eyes screw shut, mewling noises escaping you while your hands clutching at his shoulders as if your very life depended on it. the only other sounds that left your body was the squelching between your legs, and the whimpers of his name.

"good girl," he whispered, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. "you're doing so well... good job, darling."

you knew you were about to orgasm, and he knew too—the tremors in your legs were an obvious indicator, along with your now hitches breath, that seemed to quicken it's pace every second. "come on, pretty," william whispered. "let go for me."

and there it was—your release hit you like a tidal wave at his guidance. your body arched against him as he coaxed every last tremble from you. he didn't stop immediately—no, his touch and lips remained relentless while he prolonged your orgas, eventually leading you breathless and utterly spent beneath.

as your breathing slowed, he pulled back—taking his seat on the chair in front of you again. you made an attempt to get up, thinking it was over, but william pulled your legs closer to him—angling your currently oversensitive pussy to his mouth.

"you taste even better than i imagined." he said, scarlet eyes hungry for more. "won't you give me one more?"

@ELICYYPHER — do not retranslate, repost or plagiarize.

[achilles-rage]

20 from the smut prompt list with buck pls :)

yay soft sex!! i feel like i don't write enough of that<333 (and picturing that with buck is😵‍💫😵‍💫)

number 20 from this post: "gentle comforting sex"

you knew something was wrong when buck came home from work. his usual smile was nowhere to be seen, and he looked deflated; shoulders dropped and head hung in a silent plead for comfort.

you led him right to the table and placed a dinner plate in front of him; knowing when he gets like this, he never remembers to eat. when you're both finished dinner, you lead him upstairs to bed. it's already late, and you figure he could use some sleep, if not some cuddles.

you help him out of his clothes and into some sweatpants, and then after you change into an oversized shirt, you crawl into bed beside him.

"do you want to talk about it?" you ask him softly, letting him rest his head on your chest and wrap an arm around your plush middle. you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, hoping that some tender touches will do the trick.

"not really." he murmurs, nuzzling his face against your chest, and you nod slowly with a quiet hum.

"what do you want me to do, my love?" you ask, voice just above a whisper. you kiss his forehead as you wait for him to respond, and then he lifts his head, chin resting on your chest as he looks up at you.

"lay with me?" he whispers. you smile sadly, tilting your head to the side as you move your hand from his hair to his cheek, thumb caressing his skin.

"baby, i'm already laying with you." you tell him, and he finally smiles, just slightly, and just for a split second.

he shakes his head as he moves off of you and rolls onto his back, looking over at you expectantly once his head is comfortably on his pillow.

"lay with me." he says again, and you finally understand what he means.

you get up and straddle his lap, then lay your head down on his chest, letting your weight rest on him as his hands come up to your thick thighs.

you know he finds comfort in laying like this; feeling your weight on him and your warm breath hitting his chest. so, you stay put, letting his hands move over your thighs, and your hips, and up your sides, trying to calm himself down.

"kiss me. please." you hear him whisper after a while, voice full of vulnerability.

you lift your head to look at him, then smile as you bring your lips down to his, cupping his cheeks as you kiss him tenderly.

he responds immediately, deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth as his grip tightens on your hips.

"need you." he whispers against your lips, kissing you fervently, like you're the only thing that can help him right now.

"what do you need, baby?" you whisper, pulling back to look down at him. you see the neediness in his eyes right away, and your own soften. seeing him like this breaks your heart.

"need you." he says again, pulling your hips down hard against his, letting you feel his hard length pushing against your clothed centre.

"you sure, sweetheart?" you ask him, letting him pull you down, but not moving your hips yet.

"please. i need to feel you." he practically begs, firm grip starting to move your hips in a gentle rocking motion against him.

you nod as you begin to move with his hands, letting out a breathy exhale as you feel him pressing against your clit.

"baby, please." he says again, growing impatient. he needs to feel you now. he can't wait any longer, and you couldn't say no even if you wanted to.

you lift your hips off of him and pull his hard cock from his sweats, pumping him a few times before you push your panties to the side and sink onto him.

he lets out a soft hiss at the feeling of you stretching around him, taking his entire length as he grips your hips tightly.

you lean down to kiss him deeply as you begin to move your hips, swallowing every moan that escapes his lips. you can feel the way his entire body relaxes as you roll your hips against his, and it urges you on, desperate to see his usual, happy self again.

his chest feels tight as he helps you move against him; his body craves your touch, needs the reassurance that you're here with him, and you always will be.

"i love you." you murmur against his lips, feeling the familiar feeling in the pit of your belly as you feel him twitch inside of you.

"i love you- so much." he rasps, moving one hand down to your clit, rubbing lazy circles with his fingers. your sweet boy, you think, even when he needs the comfort, he's still worried about your pleasure.

"don't stop, baby." you pull back from his lips, looking down at him as you move a little quicker.

"i won't, baby, i promise." you tell him, relishing in his shaky moans and low grunts.

"god, i need you." he mumbles, looking up at you as if you're the only thing in the world. he's mesmerized as you move, and he helps with your actions, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips while the other focuses on your clit.

"you have me, honey. you always have me." you purr, leaning down to kiss down his neck to his chest, lips pressing hot kisses to every freckle and scar.

"need you, ahh- need you-" he rasps, his sentence being cut short as he cums, his entire body trembling with the intensity of his release.

you follow suit, whimpering softly against his skin as you feel him fill you up to the brim. you slow your hips to a stop, keeping him tucked inside you as you both come down from your highs.

he keeps a firm hold on you as you continue to kiss the expanse of his chest, as if you'll slip away from him if his grip lets up at all, and when you feel his breathing go back to normal, you lift off of him slowly.

"are you okay, my love?" you ask gently, looking down at him struggling to keep his eyes open.

"better." he tells you earnestly, opening his eyes just long enough to look into yours.

"good." you reply, smiling to yourself as his eyes close again and he drifts off to sleep.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Happy birthday, darling

synopsis: James wakes you up for your birthday, with sticky kisses and an even stickier love

cw: fluffy fluff with a soft, tender love, like I said very self-indulgent, preschool teacher!reader

wc: 1.2k

James makes a big deal of your birthday. He doesn’t care that it’s an awkward time of year or month, he goes all out. 

It had come about when you’d told him that you can’t remember the last time you’d had a birthday party let alone a cake on your birthday and you’d practically scarred your boyfriend. 

Three years later, James makes it a point to celebrate your birthday hard. 

You wake up to James kissing your face, his curls tickling your cheek as he nears your ear and murmurs, “Happy birthday, m’heart. S’time to wake up.” 

You groan and twist under him, a smile on your face as you lay on your back. “Jamie,” 

He smiles the moment you open your eyes, his lips trailing along your jaw, sponging sweet kisses onto your skin. 

“Happy birthday,” there’s a soft scent of citrus and cardamom that follows James as he meanders all over your face with his lips and it makes you feel all warm and gooey on the inside.

“I made breakfast but there’s also gifts.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of you, “Thank you James.” you kiss beside his ear, happy to accept all of his weight but knowing James would never drop himself onto you. 

“You’re perfectly welcome, angel.” 

He rolls off of you and props himself up on an elbow, a soft smile on his face as he watches you stretch- as weird as he knows it may be, seeing you stretch really makes his chest all warm. 

“I’ll be five minutes,” he says to you before he climbs off the bed, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before leaving. 

You manage to brush your teeth in the time he’s gone, and when he comes back, tears spring to your eyes. James is walking in with a bouquet of yellow lilies, three wrapped boxes in pale yellow paper with colourful balloons on them, and breakfast waffles with lit candles in them.

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” you blush as he continues. “Happy birthday my angel.”

“Jamie,” he blushes at the breathless way you call to him. 

“S’not even everything, I’ve got a card too and something in the closet.”

James is a loverboy, he knows it and everyone who knows him knows this. He’s taught you a lot in learning to accept this kind of love, the love that reassures you you’re a priority and you’re taken care of without asking. 

He’s a reflection of his parent’s love and you never fail to thank them for him when you visit.

He brings the gift from the closet first, it’s in a huge box, and when you open it you grin. It’s a yellow sun plushie you’d seen in the shopping center a while back- you don’t even know when James had picked it up.

“Thank you, James.” You kiss his cheek and then the plushie and put it on the chair with all your others.

“You’re welcome angel. Now sit, sit.”

“James I feel spoilt,” you giggle when he sets your plate of funfetti waffles in your lap with a little jug of Lyle’s Golden Syrup and a cup of tea on the bedside table. 

James grins, his pretty dimples coming out. “M’heart, this is just half of it. I can spoil one gift,” he kisses your lips just as you cut a square of your waffle. “We’re going to dinner at that place you like.”

You gasp as he pulls away, James smiles even wider. “Jamie.”

He shakes his head, “S’your birthday and we agreed that I’d get to spoil you.”

You never outright agreed, James had seen an issue and sought to rectify it and he’s been doing it since year one. You concede because you know that’s a hard reservation to hold and you really do love their food. “Thank you.” You say instead, earnest and soft at his love for you. 

“You’re welcome, now eat before it gets cold.”

You share with him, exchanging bites while you tell him about your planned day- you’ve got work, and a meeting at the end of the day, but after three you’re all his. 

James has taken the day off, unbeknownst to you, to plan everything for tonight.

You shower before you open gifts, and when you change into your long jean skirt and white knitted ladybug sweater vest with a red long sleeve underneath James smiles. 

“You look darling.” 

You fluster, your face warming under his gaze and from his words. James pats the spot on the bed beside him, “Come open up everything.” 

You practically skip over to him, “Can I take the flowers to work?” 

James rolls his eyes as he passes the boxes to you. “They’re yours to do with as you please, angel.” Then as a second thought, “Do you think the kids will ask about them?”

You smile, the kids definitely will. “They always ask about them. They like the cellophane.” 

James smiles, the kids are adorable, every time he comes into the school to see you, they all want to hang off his arm and they stumble through sentences about what he’s doing, ‘not at his work.’

You read the card first, chest tightening at how blatantly he expresses his love for you. “I love you Jamie.” He kisses you swiftly. 

“I love you too, angel.” 

You tear into the first gift carefully, and gasp when you see the first box. “James! No way did you get this.”

He simply shrugs, smiling as you open it to reveal a pair of black glossy kitten heels that you’d been eyeing for some time. 

“James!” you throw your arms around him and he laughs, hugging you back. “Thank you, Jamie.” 

“You’re welcome, baby.”

You open the other two, a smaller box that houses a thin tennis bracelet that has pomegranate shaped garnet stones in it. You hiccup as James clasps it on your wrist. “James,”

He shakes his head, “Open the last one baby, you don’t have to thank me.” 

The tears fall freely as you open the last gift and find a perfume, specifically your favourite perfume ever to exist. There’s a bit of a backstory to the bottle you’re cradling, as you look up at James. 

James has gifted you this perfume on your first anniversary, a perfume he’d been terribly nervous about gifting you because it’s an intimate thing to gift, but he’d told you softly while wringing his hands together, “It reminded me of you, warm and honey,” and you’d never worn another fragrance since. 

“Look at the bottle.”

You look down and find engraved on the face of it, ‘For M’heart,’ and you rasp a quiet, “Thank you James.”

He nods, pulls your head to his chest and kisses your crown. “You’re welcome angel girl. I didn’t mean to make you cry though.” 

“S’not your fault, I cry all the time for this.” 

He chuckles, “You do. Want me to drop you to work?” 

You nod, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “And we can listen to our playlist.”

James smiles, “Happy birthday, darling.”

You turn up to him, kissing his lips, once, twice and three times before pulling away and then getting a kiss right on the beauty mark under your jaw. 

“Thanks for always making it special Jamie.”

He smiles, his dimples on display again. “I’ve got you forever, sweet girl. Till the galaxies collide.” 

[thiccsoftserved]

Movie Night

You're sitting on the couch with your partner, cuddling and watching a movie that both of you have seen before. You just finished dinner and feel comfortably full, the two empty bowls and glasses of wine on the coffee table. They have an arm slung around your waist as they lean into your side and you notice for the first time that it doesn't reach as far as it used to.

While they used to be able to curve their fingers around the slope of your back, their hand only stops to the side of your belly. In fact, they're able to hold their palm flat against you. You knew you had put on a couple pounds: all the late night snacks, eating fast food more frequently due to work, "just one more" from when your partner makes sweet treats. You didn't think it was that much, though.

You feel your face start to get hot and you shift away a little.

Your partner had been dozing on your shoulder and they lift their head, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," you say shyly, "Yeah, I just..."

Your partner leans in and kisses you, their hand drifting back to the side of your belly. You are hyper aware of their touch.

"I just have gained some weight is all," you say, embarrassed, "I should probably start watching what I eat..."

Your partner bites their lip, "Why would you do a thing like that?"

"Because I didn't even notice and if I continue I'm going to swell up to a million pounds!" You protest.

Your partner giggles, "Okay? But what if I like feeding you?" They start rubbing your belly, long strokes from the side to the front, and something stirs deep within you. Possibly even arousal?

You try to hide it on your face, but it's clear they see it. They even get a little excited themselves. They leave the movie running and get up, disappearing into the kitchen. You readjust on the couch and grab a pillow, aware that it sits different in your lap. When did this happen? Where did all this come from?

Your partner returns with two boxes of big cake doughnuts you hadn't noticed in the cabinet and the partial half gallon of milk from the fridge. They set them down on the coffee table and grab the pillow from your lap, tossing it to the side. You feel very exposed, but you can't help and eye those doughnuts. Your partner turns you on the couch so you're sitting the long way, legs up. Then they sit between them. They stare down at you hungrily and before you can say anything, their hands are running up your legs. They jiggle the fat on your thighs and then keep moving up. They slide their hands under your shirt and start squishing your soft belly. The thing stirring within you grows more and more. They trace their fingers up your sides, gripping your love handles and leaning in to kiss you.

With them holding onto your sides you can't help but moan a little. Your partner giggles again.

"Sorry," they say, "I have noticed your clothes getting a bit tighter... I'm surprised you didn't, but," they put a hand behind your neck and run their fingers in your hair, "I didn't want to stop you. I love how you look now and I love it when your belly starts to round out after you've eaten a lot. You make this little noise when your stomach starts to complain that it's too full and it really turns me on."

You feel the dinner in your stomach, it's churning and settling. It squirms inside you.

"It turns you on?" You ask.

"Yes," they say, "I noticed a couple days ago that you're starting to spill over the top of your jeans and I almost pulled you back to bed."

You remember that day. You had told yourself they must have shrunk in the wash. Now you wonder why you denied it and why it took your partner's hand to realize you had started to grow a gut.

Your partner puts their hands back under your shirt, gripping your soft middle, "How do you feel?"

You surprise yourself, but you whisper, "Feed me."

Your partner brightens and grabs the first box of cake doughnuts from the coffee table. Still between your legs, pushing them up against you ever so slightly so you can feel your belly squish, they start to feed you. Immediately after you're done with one bite they give you another. Three doughnuts down and your stomach is starting to protest. Three more and you feel tight and heavy. You keep taking bite after bite until you lose count of the doughnuts. You start to feel a bit dizzy and you're not sure if you're imagining it, but it's almost hard to breathe.

"No... no more," you say softly, your belly heaving with each breath.

"That was the last doughnut," your partner says, leaning forward over your bulging form and kissing you. You look to the side and see that they're right, the two boxes discarded on the table. You feel your stomach trying to make room for them all, stretched to what feels like its limit. Your partner seems determined to prove it wrong.

They pick up the partial jug of milk and unscrew the cap. You know milk will just make the churning worse and will make you even more bloated on top of everything, but something inside of you is awake and alive. Your belly is feeling so uncomfortable being pressed in by your legs and you wiggle a bit to try and get more space. Your partner gives you some room, but still holds your legs up while sitting between them.

They put the milk to your lips and say, "You need to wash those down with something."

You start to drink, your heavy breathing only arousing you more. You can feel your shirt riding up, the lower part of your belly rounding so much it is exposed, but you don't care. All the skin around your belly is stretched so tight as you continue to fill it. You feel like you might burst if you keep going, but it feels too good to stop. You need to finish.

It almost feels like agony if it weren't so pleasurable. Your breasts are being spread apart my how much you've swollen and your partner starts to fondle them as you drink. You keep chugging the milk, only a little dribbling out the side of your mouth.

Then it's empty. Your partner takes the empty carton and places it with the empty boxes of doughnuts. Your breathing is labored as you lie there and you aren't sure you would be able to move if you wanted to. Your partner places their hands on your bulging belly and rubs you down.

"Good job," they coo, rubbing you in slow circles, pushing your shirt up under your breasts, "Very good job."

You feel so tight and heavy, it's like a giant bowling ball has been shoved inside you. Just when you think the feeling can't get more intense, you feel the milk bubbling up inside you. You start to worry, wondering if this will lead to any stretch marks. Then you stop, dreamily moaning, realizing any stretch marks from this would be a trophy.

Your partner kisses your belly and then lays down between your legs. They continue to rub you, laying their head on your middle. It takes them a bit to find the perfect position because of how round and tight you are, but they eventually find one. They kiss you and you quiver where their lips touch.

"We can do more," they say, "if you want."

You know they don't mean more food. You are so turned on right now you think you might finish with the slightest touch, and you go to answer, but the words come out as a bit of a whine, as a bit of a groan.

"Later," you say, trying to shift a little and finding it difficult under how heavy you are, "Let's just keep watching the movie..."

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I was bored at work and wrote this real quick. No edits, so if something looks wrong that's why. Let me know what you think.

[inez-winchester-cameron]

dean winchester finding out reader can bake (fluff)

cw: like 2 suggestive lines, baker!reader

mornings with dean were your favorite. after over two years of dating the hunter, you found that your favorite moments were the ones spent in his bed before he left for the day.

you two lay in bed together, your head on his bare chest and your legs intertwined. a thin blanket is all you two sleep with, due to the multitude of heat you two share. your eyes slowly flutter open, immediately making contact with those of the older hunter.

"hey sweetheart," dean mutters, raising a hand to run it through your hair, "how'd my girl sleep?"

"good.." you mutter back, sleepily. you shut your eyes again and try to savor the feeling of dean's chest before he has to go. you hear him take a breath to speak and you say something before he can, "don't even say it. i know. five more minutes please?"

you look up at him with a small pout and he chuckles, "as much as i love our morning banter, i've gotta hurry. sam has a whole list of places we need to check out."

"when do you think you'll be back?" you ask, moving to lift yourself off of him. you sit up in bed and he follows shortly after, throwing the blanket off of himself. he lets you take it all to wrap around yourself.

"no later than nine. do you want me to bring dinner back?" he asks, swinging his legs over to the edge of the bed, before looking back at you. his hair was messy, his voice was extra deep, and his eyes were uncharacteristically soft as he talked to you.

"mm no, text me when you're on the way back and i'll cook something up for us. if that's good with you, that is." you say, laying on your stomach as you watch him get up and get ready.

"that's fine, babe. i'm going to hop in the shower," he says, leaning down and cupping your face. you smiled up at him and he smiled back, leaning down and pecking your lips, "love you, sweetheart."

-

after dean leaves, you find the energy to drag yourself out of bed. once you assured that sam and dean were long gone, you left the bedroom, dressed only in a pair of panties and dean's shirt. your feet padded against the hardwood floors of the bunker as you made your way to the kitchen.

you sat at the island while a fresh pot of coffee brewed and scrolled through pinterest on your phone, coming across an apple pie recipe. apple pie was dean's absolute favorite pie in the whole world and he constantly raved about how good it was. you looked over the recipe and concluded that it would be easy enough. shortly after discovering the recipe, you hatched a plan in your head and put it into action.

you got dressed before heading to the store and getting ingredients for the pie, as well as picking up the things for dinner. roughly an hour later, you were in the kitchen, baking dean an apple pie.

there was a few curves and bumps but eventually the pie was in the oven. just as you placed it in the oven, your phone buzzed with a text.

dean: hey sweetie omw ❤️

you sent a quick reply, saying you loved him and started making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. soon after, the table was set with a big bowl of spaghetti, a bowl of sauce and meatballs, and a plate of garlic bread on the table. additionally, a pie sat atop the stove, covered with a towel to keep it warm (and to keep it a surprise from the very nosy winchesters).

you hear the door open and shut and a voice call, "we're home, baby."

you quickly call back, dusting off your clothes, "hi! dinners ready in the dining room!"

sam heads off to take a shower while dean comes into the dining room, smiling as he sees.

"hey gorgeous," he greets, approaching you. he places a hand on your waist and gives you a kiss, "dinner looks delicious." he pulls out a chair for you and pushes you in once you sit before sitting down himself. you two enjoy the dinner together, chatting about your individual days and making a multitude of plans for the future.

conversations with dean were always filled with 'what ifs' and speculations for the future, it was amazing. it always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, knowing that he wanted a future with you.

dean goes to get up and you stop him, standing up, "wait! i have a surprise."

he raises an eyebrow but sits back down, tapping his fingers on the table in anticipation, "go on then, sweetie." he wiggles his eyebrows and gives you a cheeky wink.

"no it's nothing like that!" you quickly assure before going into the kitchen and coming back, "okay close your eyes."

dean plays along, shutting his eyes and a moment later the freshly baked apple pie is in front of him and you're saying 'open your eyes'.

his eyes open and his face lights up, "oh hell yeah. thank you, baby. where'd you buy this from?" he starts cutting a slice, helping himself, and you smile.

"actually, i made it myself." you say, waiting to hear what he had to say about it while bouncing on your heels. he pauses, the fork between his lips slowly retreating as he eats the first bite.

"you serious? this is like — one of the best apple pies ever." he comments, quickly taking another bite, "like it's actually amazing."

"yeah! i got a recipe from online and i thought you'd really like it. is it good?" you ask, still genuinely very nervous. dean stares at you for a moment before speaking.

"are you freaking kidding me, sweetheart? it's so good. i think you just got more attractive." he mutters, scooting his chair out before saying, "come here." he grabs your arm and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping a muscular arm around your waist and feeding you a bite of apple pie. you giggle and cover your mouth as you chew the bite up. dean quickly finishes up that slice, and sets his fork down, wrapping his other arm around you.

"so you liked it?"

"loved it. best damn apple pie i've ever had. thank you, darlin'." he says, kissing your lips. after a brief moment he pulls back, smiling at you, before muttering, "god you're hot. and you're a good cook and baker. guess i hit the damn jackpot, huh?"

you blush and quickly go to argue but you're interrupted by dean pressing his lips against yours. he pulls back, giving you a smug look before muttering, "love you, baby. thank you."

you two spent the rest of the night, snuggled up together in various spots but rest assured, the pie was gone by the next morning.

[backseatsoldier]

"Broken", Not Stupid - 14: What Do You Do?

Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)

CW: Omegaverse; dehumanization

Author's Note: How about something more gentle before we get into 13 starting to explain things? I feel a bit bad about part 13 x'D have some cute, fluffy things uwu

I settle on to the couch just fine and Selene joins me, as Simon said she would. It doesn't take him long to return from the room - blanket in his arms, as promised.

"Lay down." His voice is gentle still but I can tell he's no less tense. I do as he says without argument and Selene jumps up to the back of the couch, curling up directly above my head.

"Are you ok?" I ask as he places the blanket over me.

"I'll be fine. Didn't cut deep."

My hand pops out from under the blanket, fingers wrapping around his wrist carefully.

"I know you know that's not what I meant, Simon."

He freezes at my touch, eyes locked on mine, but doesn't say anyhting. Not right away at least. His fingers twitch slightly before gently sliding over the inside of my wrist.

"Just... angry for you. And the other omegas that Salvation has or has had in their hands. No more talk of it tonight, though," he says firmly, eyebrows raising to emphasize his point. "I'll bring you a plate when dinner's ready. Call for me if you need help with the tv, but otherwise stay put and hang out with Selene."

My grip on his wrist loosens and he pulls away, making his way back to the kitchen.

The tv and remote are fairly simple to work so I check various streaming servies before settling on soem random cartoon. Something about princes and dragons? I'm not sure. Half of my attention was on listening to Simon work in the kitchen.

I find it silly. I've known the guy for a couple of days, probably not even a full twenty-four hours at this point, but I feel more comfortable around him than anyone I've been around in a long time. Or maybe my self-preservation skills aren't as nice as I thought they were. I'm also just used to surviving Salvation's-

No more talk of it tonight. Simon's words ring through my skull and I frown.

Guess that means no thinking about it any more tonight either. Oh, well- oh, elves. Cool!

My attention is drawn to the tv, the story and characters pulling me in easily. Magic and magical beings have always fascinated me. Kind of like the little friend I saw in the sunr-

No. No, that was a rat. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Here," Simon says softly as he puts a bowl down on the coffee table. "Not my best dish, but it is comforting to me."

"What is it?" I ask, sitting up so I can eat.

Inside the bowl seems to be a stew, at least from the looks of it.

"Just what I used to throw together when I'd have a bad day and just needed something easy to cook and eat. Something warm but still good for me. Try it," he nods to the bowl in my hands.

Don't have to tell me twice; it smells wonderful. One bite has my taste buds exploding and my eyes wide.

"This isn't your best dish? Somehow I don't believe that," I argue through a mouthful of the stew.

He chuckles and shakes his head.

"One of the simplest and quickest things I could make. I take it you like it then?"

I groan as I take another bite and his chuckle grows to a quiet, shoulder shaking laugh.

"I'm almost scared to know what else you're able to cook," I admit as a joke through another bite. "When did you learn to cook?"

"Had an involuntary leave a few years back," he shrugs and settles back into the couch. "Needed something to do with my hands so I decided to learn to cook and bake."

"You bake too? Jeez, are you sure you need an omega?" I scoff, smiling.

His head turns so he can look directly at me. He almost looks irritated.

"There's more to life as an omega than 'household duties'. We'll save that discussion for tomorrow, though. Would you like me to teach you? Then, if you'd like, you can practice while I'm out for work and surprise me with any new-found skills when I get back."

"You're offering to teach me to cook and bake? Do you even have time? From the way you and Johnny have been talking, you'll be gone the majority of the time."

The omega in my head is unsettled by the idea of him not being around often, but the rest of me doesn't mind. I'm not big on human company constantly anyway.

"Price, my captain, knew I'd be searching for an omega so I'm on leave right now. Plus we're in-between missions right now anyway." Simon pauses for a moment, expression neutral. "You haven't asked what I do for work."

The unspoken question of 'Are you going to ask?' lingers in the air. I take a couple more bites of my food, finishing what's in the bowl and placing it on the coffee table.

"I'm curious," I nod. "But is it really my business?"

"It is as much as it can be. I can't go into full detail, but I can give you the general information."

I shift on the couch, turning so my legs are tucked under me and I'm facing him. The blanket also gets moved so it's over my shoulders and head as I pull it closed in front of me. This seems to amuse Simon considering the small crinkle near his eyes.

"I'm a lieutenant, SAS. My team consists of four individuals, including myself, but we occasionally recruit people from other branches of the military. Sometimes even people from other countries' militaries - like Jeanz, she's part of Ireland's military."

"Who else is on your team? Johnny?" I prob for more answers, curiosity taking over.

"Johnny is one of the two sargeants in my team, yes. The other is Kyle and Price is our captain. The three of them are the people who know me best in this world," he adds the last sentence with almost a sad tone to his voice.

"Are Kyle and Price who I'll meet tomorrow?"

"Yes. If you and I want to do something about Salvation, I'll need to involve them. Are you ok with sharing your experieinces with more than just me?"

"It might take me a moment to get settled with them around, but I'll do my best," I offer with a shrug. "Fourteen years is also a lot of 'experience' to cover so this may take more than just tomorrow."

"It'll take time," he agrees with a slight nod. "I don't want you to think or worry about tomorrow, okay? They're good men and they'll be here to help. If at any point you're uncomfortable or need a break, you can tell me. Until then..."

He trails off as he adjusts and motions for me to come closer.

"Grab the remote and come here. Had a relization while cooking and woud like to fix my mistake."

I do as he says, but I give him a confused look as I scoot closer.

"Mistake? Simon, you've not done anything-"

"That's the problem. Lay down with your head on my lap. You may be an independent woman, but I'm sure the omega side of you is feeling rather nelgected. If it makes you too uncomfortable, you can move, but please try."

A soft blush warms my cheeks at his words, but I lay down just like he told me to. It feels... awkward, but still comfortable. I curl further into the blanket - his blanket - and glue my eyes to the tv.

Cinnamon and cedar fills my senses and I relax further, letting myself roll slightly towards him to truly rest against him. It doesn't take long for Selene to curl up near my chest. It takes even less time for my eyes to slip closed and for me to drift into a truly relaxing sleep.

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[nakylvr]

domesticity with sophia and lara 😔 they always make sure you are awake and fed in the morning and tucked into bed properly and comfortable at night

domesticity with solarz :( sophia will always make food for you in the morning even if she has a schedule she'll put tin foil over it and write a little note telling you she had to leave but that she would call you when she would be home. lara will wake you up with the breakfast she made for you, dragging you by your hand to the table to sit down and eat it with your coffee the specific way you like it. nights with sophia are so calming, she'll probably make you do a face mask with her a few times, taking pictures every time to keep the memory. more often than not do you both fall asleep watching something, and it's ends with sophia waking up in the middle of the night to put the laptop away and properly tuck you into bed. nights with lara are also calming, but it's mainly spent in silence with soft music playing in the background. she makes sure you've eaten dinner, that you're comfortable, that the day was okay, it's a lot of talking before one of you (probably you) eventually falls asleep. she gives you pretty much all the blankets she has leaving essentially none for herself, but she doesn't mind as long as her baby is comfortable

[vashti-lives]

The problem with non-Americans making fun of American culture is that if they’re young and a little naive and mostly getting it from tv and movies then all their understanding of America is being filtered through a white rich person lens and then they end up actually making fun of poor American culture and usually poor black American culture, without realizing it, and they sound like bigger assholes then they mean to.

This post brought to you by the poor schmuck who saw a poll making fun of English food and decided to playfully retaliate only to end up exclusively picking food eaten primarily by poor people, black people, or both. Yikes kid.

[jaycecore]

considering she’s definitely met him at least once, probably is pretty familiar with him given her son likely has had him around A Lot, i wonder what jayce’s mom thought of viktor and of her son’s relationship with him back in the earlier days……

[flamboyant-king]

I had an Isaac run where it was so stressful my heartrate was at a 145bpm and it persisted for 6 hours. After that, like every day that followed, my heart would just suddenly shoot up to 120-140bpm for an hour if I so much as thought about something I've been stressing over recently. Everybody encouraging me to go to the ER. And I'm just like "Oh please I've actually always been like this, I'm fine." Had to chop down my Adderall dosage. But I swear I've felt like this since high school, but I guess the medicine enhances the feeling and that feeling was ANXIETY.

So, suffice to say, playing The Binding of Isaac™️ almost gave me a heart attack.