#on the plus side i now know not to press up on the d-pad to open the ability wheel: pro gamer right here

[thelvadams]

it’s wild seeing how far everyone is in tears of the kingdom, meanwhile i’m barely halfway towards rito village

[hyetiny]

c// fem!reader, superhero reader, villain yeosang, lowkey enemies to fwb, top yeo, bottom reader, bodily scars + showing them to each other, mentions of violence, clubbing, drinking, dry humping, oral (f receiving), knifeplay, pain kink, choking, degradation, dirty talk, protected sex, yeo monster cock

please read the tags carefully, this may not be for everyone!

this is the longest thing i've ever written omfg. also i’m really proud of this, please don’t let it flop :’D

kang yeosang was the root of everything wrong in your life, you had decided.

he was like the annoying fly that wouldn’t stop buzzing around your ear on a hot summer’s day. no matter how many times you were certain that you had vanquished the city of the blight that was yeosang, the supervillain managed to come back unnoticed.

at this point, you were convincing yourself it was impossible to cease him from causing trouble. on shitty nights like this, you went down to the discreet nightclub, hidden away in a dark alleyway. whether you needed a good drink or a good fuck, the club was always there to provide.

“the usual?” the familiar bartender yunho asks, taking in your frustrated expression and slumped shoulders that he sees far too often. 

“yep, a slouchy susan.” you roll your eyes at the corny names yunho would come up with, your mind wandering to the silly names he must have had for the other patrons. it was always comforting to have a chat with the friendly bartender after a hard day - plus, you couldn’t deny he was absolute eye candy. 

“top it off, please.” you shift your glass back to him after downing it.

“put it on my tab, yuyu”. a familiar, deep voice comes from next to you.

you turn to see yet another unbelievably attractive man. he has blonde hair that grows just past his neck, his natural black roots starting to show through. from where you’re sitting on your rickety stool, you pick up on the hint of cologne that lingers on him. you’ve never seen him before, yet something about him seems eerily familiar, like you’ve seen him in a dream.

you shake off the feeling, instead deciding to chat him up.

“yuyu?” you giggle at his affectionate nickname for the barkeep.

“we go way back, it’s what his mother would call him when she’d drop him off to school. i guess it stuck”. the man smiles at you, visibly taking in your features and not breaking eye contact with you.

you’re taken aback by him, your heart thumping unusually fast for some reason.

“stop embarrassing me, yeo-”

the man clears his throat loudly. you must have missed something, because yunho immediately goes quiet and wordlessly hands your drinks - your “slouchy susan” and a whiskey for the man.

“so if he’s yuyu, what are you?” you ask him.

“you can call me ryusang.” he says.

“y/n”. 

the two of you lapse into easy conversation. you giggle at his lame jokes, and he does the same. you find common interests, funny anecdotes, blissfully letting the stresses of the day slip away with each word of the attractive ryusang.

soon enough, the dance floor grows crowded and the music gets louder.

“dance with me?” ryusang stands up, offering a hand. you take it gratefully, letting him drag you to the dance floor. it’s a mess of sweaty bodies, but you don’t care as you become part of it with ryusang. his hands find your hips, and you’re both falling into an easy rhythm, completely in sync with the trap music blasting from the speakers.

as expected, the space between you gradually gets smaller and smaller, until it’s practically non-existent. you’re shamelessly grinding against each other, joining the litany of couples who are completely up against each other. you pretend not to pay any mind to his noticeably growing bulge, instead deciding to tease him a bit by intentionally grinding up harder against him. this night was going right where you wanted it to.

“my place is near here.” he whispers right into your ear, making you shiver underneath him.

“then we’d better get out of here quickly, hm?” you say in response.

since you had both been drinking, you decide to take a cab to his place. the sexual tension is rife in the air. you deliberately, teasingly lay a hand on his thigh, oh so close to his crotch, his face glowing red as it clearly riles him up.

when you get up the flight of stairs up to his apartment, and he fumbles with the key for what feels like minutes, you’re all over each other. the first kiss you share is nothing but messy - all teeth and tongue, nothing but complete lust for one another. he’s gently guiding you towards his room, until your legs hit his mattress. you break the kiss, only for him to gently lay you down, straddle you, and get right back to sloppily kissing you.

he undoes the buttons of your blouse without breaking the kiss, impressively with one hand. he breaks the kiss once again to take in the sight of your newly exposed skin. his eyes engulf the expanse of scars on your skin, some older and some looking to be very much recent.

“who did this to you?” he whispers in what seems to be a mixture of awe and anger. hesitantly, he runs a finger across a thin line that spans from your lower belly to your ribcage.

“you did, yeosang.” you say, deadpan.

he pauses, his heart dropping to his stomach.  “excuse me?”

“did you think you were fooling me? seriously, why didn’t you pick a less obvious fake name?” you giggle. despite the vulnerable position you’re in, you clearly hold the upper hand, indulging in his shocked expression. you hadn't missed the bartender's obvious slip up of yeosang's name, and could never forget that deep voice of his that would always taunt you.

“you’re always screwing me over y/n. i didn’t think we’d end up like this”. he says as a smooth recovery.

you roll your eyes. “remember when you gave me this?” you tap at the scar. he shakes his head.

“two years ago. you were trying to get rid of all power in the city. i almost stopped you, so you pegged a knife right here.” 

“if i was trying to kill you, the knife would’ve stuck.” he says defensively. “you got away with a scratch, only because i wanted that.”

“well, thanks for not trying to kill me, kang yeosang. i’m flattered.” you say sarcastically. 

“well, you gave me something worse.” he strips himself of his shirt. to no surprise, his skin is similar to yours. a canvas for an array of marks and scars, most of which you recognize to be your own work.

you point to an especially long one on his collarbone. “that one was definitely me.”

“yeah, and it hurt like a bitch.” he says snarkily.

“well, now we’re both half naked.”

“nice catch.”

“well for convenience’s sake, we may as well get back to-”

his lips are on yours again, effectively shutting you up. you don’t protest - besides, it’s hard to when his tongue is in your mouth. 

what you don’t expect is the cold press of something against your throat, which then trails down to your collarbones. it isn’t pleasant, but not uncomfortable either. it’s sharp against your skin, and your curiosity gets the best of you.

yeosang begins to press open mouthed kisses against your skin, alongside what you now see is a familiar knife in his hand. you begin to feel more vulnerable underneath him, knowing he had complete power over you. yet somehow, you don’t feel afraid of the man who has your life in his hands.

he undoes your jeans, letting out a low whistle at the damp spot forming against your panties. the flat side of the blade presses against your clothed core, earning a whine for him.

"fucking touch me already". you say through gritted teeth, despising that your mortal enemy has you so needy for him.

"am i not already touching you?" he says with a shit eating smirk. fuck him, you think. but that was exactly what you wanted to do.

to your surprise, you hear the sound of fabric ripping, and a sudden cold against your core, as though-

"i liked those." you say frustratedly, finding yeosang pulling away the ripped remnants of your panties away from your core.

"you look far better without them." is all he says before licking an experimental stripe up your already wet hole, earning a breathy moan from you. you don't have it in you to be mouthy when his tongue continues to tease your labia, eventually meeting your clit in what is the most heavenly thing you've ever felt. all thoughts of how much you hate the man currently eating you out are out the window as the pad of his finger presses against your clit, his tongue messily lapping at your hole as if he was just licking for his pleasure rather than yours.

your hips subconsciously grind up in tandem with his tongue, earning small moans from him as well.

"so fucking wet. do you usually get this wet this quickly, or are you just that much of a slut for me?" he chuckles.

it takes every ounce of self control not to flick him on the forehead. the degrading name catches you off guard, yet somehow it makes your hole clench needily. besides, you want what's hidden under the confines of his black jeans far too much to be mean to him right now.

"just... just fill me up, yeosang."

"i like you like this." he says with a cocky smile. it gives you butterflies, even though you know it means nothing more than just a spur of the moment thought. "beg for me a little more, and i'll think about it."

oh, the urge to punch him in the face.

"fuck you."

"that's the plan."

you sigh in frustration. "kang yeosang, my mortal enemy, fill me up with your monster fucking cock until i can't think straight." you say sarcastically.

surprisingly, it's enough for him. it seems you weren't wrong when you said "monster cock" his cock far thicker and longer than any cock you had taken recently. or in general, for that matter.

he must notice the way you gape at it, giggling to himself.

"cond-" you start, but he cuts you off by leaning over to his bedside drawer.

he shuffles around before he finds what he's looking for, sliding on the first condom he finds and coating himself in lube for good measure.

"ready? are you okay?" he asks, lining himself up against your entrance.

you want to roll your eyes, but you know he's just looking out for you. you give him a nod, and it's all it takes for him to push, breaching your wet hole and filling you up perfectly. you can't stop the high whine that leaves your lips. it's embarrassing, but yeosang seems to enjoy it, groaning into your ear.

"you're so fucking tight. expected you to be all stretched out like the whore you are." he whispers into your ear, embarrassingly only making you clench more around him.

you barely need to adjust, needing nothing more than for him to ruin you. his hips set a steady pace, grinding oh so perfectly against you. the tip of his cock perfectly reaches that sweet spot inside you, earning a louder moan for him. you'd be embarrassed with what his neighbours must be hearing, but it's the last thing on your mind when you have such a perfect cock stretching you out.

"fuck, my perfect slut. so nice and tight around my cock, huh? it's like this pussy was made to take my cock." he growls, his thrusts only getting harder and sloppier the closer he gets to his high.

"o-only for you." you cry out, gasping as he fills you up impossibly deep, over and over again. the coil building up in your stomach only gets tighter when his fingers find your clit.

the breaking point is when his lips meet your collarbone, leaving more kisses and tiny bites here and there. the sensations all over are too much for you. you cry out when your orgasm hits you harder than ever before, leaving you breathless. your orgasm triggers his as well, indicated by the long, pleasured groan he lets out.

you can't do anything but catch your breath as he pulls out, taking off the condom, tying it up and throwing it away in the bin next to his bed.

"who knew that all it took was a good fuck to get you weak for me?" yeosang breaks the silence.

"shut up." you say weakly, still too breathless to properly argue back.

"maybe i will, if you make me."

needless to say, he keeps you up for a few more hours until you both fall asleep, the first rays of the sunrise peeking through the blinds of his window.

the next morning, you wake up groggy and exhausted, the drinks and activities from last night finally catching up to your body. to your disappointment, yeosang isn't there next to you, the other side of the bed empty.

of course, the asshole didn't have the decency to wait for you to wake up. reaching out for your phone, you find to your surprise that there's a sticky note on it.

“last night was fun, we should do it again. i've gone out to wreak havoc, so i know our paths will cross again soon anyway.” - your mortal enemy, kang yeosang <3

[coffeechangbeanie]

Home Reading 18+

Dilf!Chan, biker!chan, kindergarten teacher!reader

Basically Chris' daughter is in your kindergarten class, and you've been simping whenever he pulls up on his motorbike to pick her up. Plus he's tattooed because I have n e e d s ok? There's a bit of pussy slapping and dirty talk but it's pretty vanilla.

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You were standing outside the school, making sure your kindergarten class stayed in line. As the bus pulled up to the side if the road, your kindergarten assistant took her line of bus kids to that side of the parking lot, giving you a lovely view of the parent parking lot. Especially one parent in particular. You composed yourself as you saw Mr. Bang pull up in his motorcycle, his daughter, Yuna, excitedly jumped up and down, accidentally hitting another girl. The girl starts to cry, hitting Yuna back. Hiding your annoyance, you knelt down to Yuna, "Yuna, remember, keep control of your hands." Yuna sheepishly nods. "And Suzie we know not to hit our friends back-"

"Ms. Yn?" A deep voice says behind you, interupting your teacher speech.

You turn around, standing up to see Chris.

His black leather jacket hangs off his shoulders exposing just enough of the head of his surpent tattoo on his neck for you to wonder how far the snake went down his body.

"Ah, Mr. Bang, did you get my email?"

"yes I did, where are we having this impromptu parent teacher meeting?" He says, adjusting his helmet under his arm, a much smaller, sparkly pink one tucked inside.

You see your assistant coming back up the sidewalk. "Right now if ms. Chaeyoung wouldnt mind taking over."

"of course! Go have your meeting," she says, taking your clipboard from you.

You lead the way back inside to you classroom.

The room's walls are lined with students drawings, crafts, and pictures. A whiteboard with the day's letter still up.

"Mr. Bang, today marks the 3rd week her home reading isn't done. In class she's unfocused, hyperactive, and disruptive, I'd like to work with you so we can help her succeed."

Chris rubs his eyes defeatedly, "it's been a tough few weeks, I'll get on the home reading and speak to her about her behaviour."

"thank you, Mr. Bang."

He nods, awkwardly leaving your classroom. You watch him exit the building from the window. Happily picking up Yuna and putting on her helmet for her. He carries her out the his bike as she sits atop his shoulders. You can't help but smile at the cuteness.

It had been a few weeks since your meeting with Chris about Yuna, but you couldn't get the thought of him out if your head. (Not that you could normally, but it was especially bad lately). You know you shouldn't be thinking about one if your student's parent that way but you'd never seen a ring in his finger and Yuna never talked about her mom on the "draw your family" art project...

You were out walking your dog through the playground, the late afternoon sun hanging low in the sky. You hear children giggle as they played.

"Ms. yn!" You look up to see Felix, a parent of another of your students, sitting in a park bench next to Chris. You do a double take when you catch a blush rising up his cheeks.

"Mr. Lee, Mr. Bang," you say, your dog preoccupied with a smell under the bench, "lovely evening for the park innit?"

Felix checks his watch, "speaking of, it's almost dinner time."

"tell your wife I say 'hi'" Chris calls after Felix who's helping his little girl pack up her toys.

"always do!" Felix calls back.

Chris laughs. It's such a genuine laugh, almost like a giggle.

You found yourself fascinated with the sound.

"something on my face?"

You snap out if your daze, "sorry, I just wasn't expecting your laugh to sound like that," you try to laugh away the awkwardness.

It seems to work as Chris relaxes his shoulders, loosening up. He laughs again. The sight of his crinkled eyes as he looks at you makes your heart swell.

"I know it's rather sudden," Chris inhaled sharply, "but would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow? Yuna's having a sleepover at Felix's since it's a Friday-"

"I'd love to!" You cut off his rambling.

"really!?" He asks excitedly with wide eyes.

"yeah I thought you'd never ask," you laugh, "is 7 o'clock a good time?"

"I'll see you then," he says, grinning from ear to ear.

You walk up a set of concrete steps, seeing Chris' bike on the drive as you approach the front door.

The door opens before you have a chance to raise your hand to knock.

Chris looks stunningly sifistocated in his white button up and black jeans, hair styled curly as he invites you inside. He asks to take your coat, more than happy to show off your backless red dress.

"wow," he breaths, taking in the sight.

You smile, "you don't look half bad yourself."

He has a classy dinner already laid in on his dinning room table.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find a table cloth."

"I don't mind at all," you say, smiling at Yuna's drawings etched into the wood.

Chris pulls out a chair for you, you sit down, thanking him. From this angle you have a good view into an office. You notice a stack of books and recording equipment piled on a desk

"what's the books for?" You ask.

"hm? Oh! Just my university stuff," he says, serving you.

"what are you studying?"

"music production, because I hate working so low down in the company."

You listen to him talk about his degree, how he's been studying for his finals the last few weeks, his job now and Yuna. He fills you in on all the adorable, sweet, and cheeky things his little girl has done. You see the sparkle in his eyes and can't help but reciprocate, she really is a sweet kid.

You find him fascinating in everyway. But your mind wanders a bit, he is also irresistibly sexy with his dark curls in his eyes and shirt showing a bit too much skin. The fact that you're sitting across from him now is enought to make your core wet.

"-sorry I don't mean to talk so much, I just rarely get the chance to have adult conversations, you know living with a 5 year old and what not- and here I go again rambling." He sheepishly resumes eating his dinner.

"not at all! I love listening to you!"

"really?"

"yeah," you say, a bit too breathy.

"that's good," he says staring at your lips. You hadn't realized you'd been biting your bottom one. You decide to bite the bullet instead and press your foot to his crotch. His body goes pliant in his chair for a moment before he silently puts his fork down.

He looks at you, searching your gaze before a dark lustful look comes over him.

He picks up his fork again, "the bedroom is the last room on the left hallway," he says, finishing his last bite of food.

Youve hardly processed his sentence when he speaks again.

"Did you hear me baby girl?"

You nod rapidly, standing up with weak knees going down the hallway.

You find the bedroom. You're inside for less than a second when Chris pushes you against his bedroom wall, kissing you deeply.

"How about you strip for me, let me see how much you want me." He's hardly finished his sentence when you're pulling off your clothes. You struggle to get out of your dress in your eagerness, eventually draping it over a nearby chair, kneeling on the floor, looking up eagerly at him.

"no bra," he breaths, his eyes fucking you.

Chris takes his sweet time unbuttoning his shirt. You can't help but ogle at the sight. Your eyes find the serpent, following it down his chest, the end of its tail still tucked behind his black jeans.

Chris continues the show, slowly dropping his pants and stepping out of them.

So it ends at his knee. You think to yourself.

You can see his leaking dick pressed painful hard against his underwear. Your mouth waters at the sight.

"close your mouth, darling. You'll catch flies." He grins, voice like silk.

"maybe you should close my mouth for me," you test.

He smirks, running the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip.

You take that as permission to pull his boxers down.

"you gonna be a good girl and take all my cock?" He asks smugly.

You nod, stroking his length, leaving kitten licks on his tip.

Chris groans, "feels so good, Yn."

You take his whole length into his mouth, taking him by surprise. he accidentally bucks his hips into your warm mouth.

He moans seeing you choke on his cock for a second.

Chris mumbles an apology as he rest his hand in your hair, feeling the way you bob your head up and down on his thick length.

You bask in his elicit moans, feeling smug knowing you're the one on your knees for him, not any of your co-workers or single moms. You.

He suddenly pulls your head off him. You whine in response. Chris guides you back to your feet, pulling your body against his.

"that was fun baby girl, but now it's your turn," he whispers into your neck, his hard-on dripping against your thigh.

Chris picks you up, tossing you effortlessly on the bed, he kisses down your neck to your boobs, giving each a gentle squeeze before continuing his ministrations down your body. He gives special attention to your thighs, avoiding where you want him most. You catch his drift.

"please Chris, please touch my pussy" you whine.

Chris moans, "such a dirty girl."

"please," you whine again.

Chris lightly brushes his fingers over your womanhood, just barely missing your clit.

You groan in annoyance.

"touch me harder, Chris please!"

He lands a harsh but not painful slap on your dripping cunt. You moan, gripping his bicep as a wave of pleasure hits you.

"like that, baby girl?"

You nod rapidly.

Chris kisses your pussy lips, before slapping you again, you don't have time recover when he lands a third.

Chris presses his tongue against your clit. You watch his eyes flutter closed as he eats you out like he didn't just finish dinner.

He inserts 2 fingers, making you scream in pleasure.

He pistons his fingers in and out of your soaked heat while sucking harshly on your clit.

It quickly becomes too much, you come on his fingers with a moan of his name

Chris doesn't stop, he slows down while you ride out your orgasm but picks up the pace when you start squirming.

After your third orgasm, pulls his fingers out, you whine in protest.

"I can't take it anymore," he groans, whipping a drawer open and cracking a fresh box of condoms.

You watch his fingers, still slick with your come open the wrapper.

"first time using one of these," he nervously giggles when he catches your gaze.

You take the condom from him, sliding it down his thick length. His erection twitching in your hand.

You sense the anxiety in the air.

You lay on your back, pulling him on-top.

"fuck me Chris," you moan.

He groans as he guides his dick in you.

You moan when he bottoms out.

He starts off slow, letting you feel all of his length. As he gains confidence, he quickens his pace until you're screaming his name.

He slows his thrusts just long enough to make you squirm before his hips resume pistoning in you. The pleasure knocking the wind out of you.

"feels so good, Chris," you moan, tangling a hand in his hair. Your other hand moving down his back, feeling his back muscles flex with every jerk of his hips.

"fuck Yn, I'm going to come."

You've lost the ability to speak, responding only by moaning.

You both come at the same time, feeling him relax onto you.

After a moment of heavy breathing and gentle kisses later, Chris pulls out. He throws out the condom standing up. He pulls one of his clean black tees over your exhausted form. He tucks you into bed with him.

"that was amazing, Yn, thank you."

"you're very welcome, I thoroughly enjoyed myself," you chime. Chris giggles, his thumb rubbing circles on your thigh.

You laugh, burying your head into the crook of his neck.

He wraps his arms around you as you trace his snake tattoo from his neck down to his side to his leg.

He pulls you into a gentle but passionate kiss, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders.

"can I ask a question, Chris?" You ask between kisses.

"shoot."

"what happened to Yuna's mom?"

Chris took a deep breath, you cringed at yourself for letting curiousity get the better of you.

"she was a fling in my senior year of high school, when she got pregnant and didn't want the baby, I said I'd take her. Yuna's never met her mom."

"I didn't know, I'm so sorry."

"don't be." He smiled, "I think you'd make a much better mom for her."

"really?"

"if that's what you want!" Chris rushed, realizing what he just said.

"that is what I want," you say, kissing his lips.

"does that mean you'll do her home reading for me?"

You laugh, nodding.

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Ugh I feel like this is trash lmao I tried. Ive volunteered in kindergarten before so I tried to make the dialogue work but idk if it did, I wrote this instead of sleeping. It's also been a very long time since I've written in "novel" format since I'm practicing screenplays rn oof so I'm sorry if this sucks. Please leave a comment if you enjoyed! And thank you to @lovebini for the giggling suggestion!

-Elle

[bump1nthen1ght]

Deep Blue Sea (Shark Merman x Reader) Chapter 1

Pairing: Gender Neutral! Reader/Shark Merman

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Soulmate AU

Warning: None

Word Count: 2682 words

Summary: You have a chat with your soulmate

Prologue

“So, you want some?”

He  takes your stunned silence as no, checking that the crab is fully dead before pulling off a leg and biting the meat inside. His teeth catch the light of the setting sun, glinting white in between chunks of crab.

“So were-”

“Soulmates? Yeah, looks like it.” He, your soulmate, cracks off another leg and begins to chew. You find yourself transfixed watching him, mind reeling with questions. He uses the sharp claws on the tips of his fingers to dig out more meat. You’re not even sure where to begin.

“What do we do know?”

He shrugs, sucking out the last of the crab leg and tossing it aside.

“Dunno, guess this mystery is solved though.” He taps his wrist and you get a closer look at his soulmate mark.

It loosely resembles a human compass, yet alien in it’s design.There’s eight large symbols, none of which you recognize, and the arrow is slightly misshapen before straightening to a point.

“I always assumed my soulmate was in the Atlantic or something, maybe even a selkie. When that thought always drove my ma up the reef.” He sighs, pressing his chin against his palm as he lays against a rock. “Wonder how she’ll take this. Maybe she’ll turn a whole new shade of blue.”

His chuckle is low, rough against your ears, but not entirely unpleasant.

You can see more of his backside as he scoots closer into the tidepool. The first thing you notice is just how big he is, his tail stretching from his hips to the open ocean. The second thing you notice are the defined muscles which stretch and flex along his back.

Okay, what the fuck.

There’s a pressure building in your temples and you think you're beginning to overload. Your fucking soulmates eyes wander, looking nonchalant as can be beforeperking up when he sees another crab. His body slithering away from you to snatch it up snaps you out of shutdown mode.

“Uh, I guess….what’s your name?” He doesn’t take his eyes off his soon to be snack, only humming to acknowledge he even heard you. “I think that’s a good place to start, don’t you?” That at least gets you a chuckle, followed by a tiny crack!

“Cruz, you can call me Cruz.” You make eye contact as he takes a long, languid bite of crab. Your furrow your eyebrows, face unimpressed. He lights up with a mischievous grin.

“Is that your real name?”

“Nope,” Cruz says, popping the p and breaking open a claw, “But I don’t think you could pronounce my name so…..”

The tension in your jaw tights as he turns away from you once more,humming to himself and letting out a soft “Oh!” as the other leg reveals quite a bit of meat. You rub your brow and sigh.

“My names _____”

“Neat.”

In high school, your mom got the yearbook epithet “biggest social butterfly.” Your dad, however, was barely presentable on picture day and a social circle consisting of the three fellow chess-club members. You were a lot like your dad in many ways.

The conversation, to say the least, seemed to float on the water like a dead fish, and you had no idea how to resuscitate it. It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t natural, it wasn’t that missing piece yoru guidance counselor said it would and dammit, it’s kind of pissing you off. You’re pissed off that it’s pissing you off, because when has making first impressions ever been easy for you? Did you think this was going to be different, because what, a stupid mark on your wrist? That has no basis in logic, not even a little bit.

You refuse to dignify any emotions similar to disappointment which begin to well inside you, because it’s ridiculous. You worked hard to get to California, you’ve worked hard your whole damn life, what's stopping you from working now?

“Welp, seems I scared away all the other crabs.” Cruz huffs and places his hands on his...hips? “Been nice chatting _____, but I got dinner to catch.” Cruz looks back at you as he slinks into the water, sending a salute and a wink.

The words bubble up in your chest before you can catch them as he begins to swim away.

“Wait, but, um, I-” Your commands fall clumsily out of your mouth and barely leaves a ripple on the water. Cruz doesn’t turn around.

You feel the heat sizzling up your neck and face as you look at his back. Flashes of him, the arrow, your mom, that stupid guidance counselor paint the inside of your eyelids.

No.

“Will you wait a second!”

The scream barely echoes in the small tidepool, but it’s enough to catch Cruz’s attention. He whips back to you, eyes slightly wide. You realize just how hard you’re breathing.

“I-, just, can you meet me here? Tomorrow?” Cruz's expression stays still, only the slightest bit of confusion crossing his eyes as he raises his brow. “I want to get to know you better.”

“Oh, um, okay.”

….

….

“What time….. do you want to meet up?” Cruz looks far less mischievous and much more sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck with a clawed hand and looking up at you from under his eyelids.

“How about 5PM?”

Cruz narrows his eyes.

“I don’t know what that means.”

Ah, right, merman.

“About three hours before sunset. I mean, do you know how long an hour-”

“Yes, I know how long an hour is. I’m not a pup.” Cruz rolls his eyes

Well, the sass returns.

The two of you stay in that position for a little too long. You begin to rub your arms as the cold of the sea breeze and your social anxiety slowly come back to you.

“See you tomorrow, I guess.” With a hesitant nod, his black-blue eyes looking pensive, he submerges. Your breath comes back to you in a wave as your soulmate swims into the open ocean.

The walk back to civilization is a blur, the pounding voice in your head drawing out all other noise yet barely making sense itself.

You’re not sure what you expected of the first meeting with your soulmate, but it certainly wasn’t that.

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The next day, Cruz is waiting for you at the tidepool by 4:55 PM, shucking an oyster with one of his claws. He looks up as your feet splash into the tidepool. You wave.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

It’s an understatement to say the silence is uncomfortable. You take a beach towel out of your bag and begin to lay it on a large rock. The task helps keep your mind distracted, but you feel Cruz’s eyes burn into your back.

“So, I guess, what are you exactly?” You say, sitting yourself down.

“Merman’s best word I’ve heard you humans use, so that.” Cruz has shifted his focus  back on his oyster, which he then downs with one swallow.

“I see, I see. Are all mer-folk as big as you?” That catches Cruz’s attention. A self-satisfied smirk grows on his face as he puffs out his chest.

“Not at all. I’m a Great White and we’re one of the…” Cruz extends his arms art in front of him, flexing his fingers and his biceps in a decidedly braggadocious manner, “bigger species out there.” He finishes his statement with a playful wink. A tiny smile crawls on your face.

Interesting. Male Great Whites are typically around 12 feet, but Cruz is only about 9 feet. I wonder why that is?

“I can see that.” Cruz shifts, ego now lifted, and lays his weight on his right elbow, facing you. “You mentioned a mother, do you have a clan?” Cruz nods.

“Yup. It’s my ma, my dad, my two older sisters, and me. Plus two other families. My ma’s parents were from this reef.”

It’s difficult for you to fight the instinct to whip out your notebook and jot all this down.Your inner scientist screams to pry into the complex social hierarchy and behaviour patterns of this new species. But the more sane part of you knows that would probably be pushing some boundaries.

“Wow, so you’re a true Californian, huh?” Cruz squints his eyes at you. “Uh, that’s where we are. The territory Santa Cruz lies in.”

He gives a low hum, reaching for another oyster  nearby. This movement is far more natural than his earlier show, but you still get a full glimpse of his cut shoulder muscle and tight abdominals. It stirs something in you.

Would he have the swimmer’s V? Okay, stop, focus.

“Yeah, I guess I am.” He pries open the oyster, staring at the soft meta inside. “A member of the clan, born and bred.” Cruz brushed the pad of his finger on the shell, his voice holding a quiet bitterness, tinted somber.

Should you comfort him? He’s within touching distance, but the thought of grabbing his hand feels too intimate, soulmate-ship be damned.

Before you can make a move, Cruz throws his head back and gulps down the oyster. He shakes his head and lets out a small “Ah~”, then pushes his short hair back against his skull. Whatever emotion that was there before, it’s gone.

“Where are you from?”

“East Coast, bordering the Atlantic. So you weren’t too far off.”

“Well, I’m not just a pretty face.” Cruz winks at you, but his eye catches a scuttling crab nearby. He gets low in the water, moving slowly to catch it by surprise. You don’t hum the Jaws theme, despite how much you want to.

“No siblings, just me and my parents.” Cruz doesn’t look away, even as he kills the crab.

“Lucky. How big's your clan?” The familiar crack of the shell follows.

“We don’t really,” crack “...have those. Humans can-” crack “We typically live near each other-” crack “but don’t get that-” crack “....close.”

Cruz hums contently, but you can clearly see it’s from the crab and not your one sided conversation. He sucks juice off his fingers. Seems you’ve lost him once again.

I didn’t expect this to be so difficult.

“Have you ever had cooked crab?” Cruz perks immediately, slowly turning back towards you.

Got ‘im.

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You return with two warm lobster rolls, a bag of crab legs, and some shrimp scampi. Cruz’s black-blue eyes just peak out of the water, suspicious.

“So these two are lobster, actually, but this,” You shake the crab-bag, “is all crab. I thought I ‘d get you a couple things to sample.”

Cruz’s nose (Is it a nose? There’s a ridge but you’re not sure if the slits count as nostrils. Questions for later.) just breaches the water as you set the crab-bag down and settle on your rock. You grab a couple of legs for yourself before nudging it  closer to him. “Have at it, it’s pretty self-explanatory.” You say midst a large bit of your lobster roll. The whole meal was not cheap, so you decided to indulge in this treat as much as you can. You’ve had a stressful couple of days.

Cruz slowly approaches the plastic, snatching it up quickly before looking inside it. His eyes widen and there's a small smile on his lips as he pulls a long leg out. His smile only grows bigger.

“Oh, also!” You clap, pointing towards the bag and jolting Cruz out of his food-induced joy. “There’s sauce, garlic butter, shit like that in those little plastic containers at the bottom. You dip the crab meat in them.” You take another large bit of lobster roll and hear Cruz break into a crab leg. Cruz gets his mouth ready to take a big bite before pausing. His eyes flit between the lef and the garlic butter, before he slowly pulls the lid off and dips the meat in. Cruz then takes the tiniest bite possible.

His eyes, black as they are, light up. He quickly takes another, larger bite. It’s quite adorable, like a baby trying ice cream for the first time. Cruz devours the leg quickly before snapping into another sauce.

“You like it?” Cruz nods, cheeks stuffed with crab meat as you giggle.

“What kind of craf is fiss?”

“Dungeness. That’s commonly eaten by humans. They’ve got some of the highest meat value and they're all over  the West Coast.” Cruz nods, though you’re not sure he understands parts of your sentence. “They’re also pretty sustainable to fish, although ocean acidity is kinda fucking with their babies. It’s also been fucking with Red King Crabs, which sucks because their only found in like, four places and are so beautiful and also sustainable and-” Cruz has stopped eating and is staring at you. After a big, long breath in you realize how fast you were talking. You feel the what of your blush on the base of your neck. “Sorry, I’ll let you eat. I just...really like crustaceans. A Lot of aquatic animals, but crabs especially are… I’m doing it again. Sorry.” You take a large bite so you won’t have to talk for a couple of seconds, avoiding eye contact with Cruz. You’re sure your chest and arms are bright red; It’s an embarrassing symptom of when you get too excited.

Cruz just keeps staring at you. Frankly it’s the longest he's looked at you and not a nearby snack. You chew the slowest you possibly can, the brioche bun becoming mush in your mouth, to fill the silence.

You don’t see it, but a small smile widens on his face. He picks at his empty crab shell.

“I think those facts are crab-tastic.”

You immediately choke on a bit of lobster roll, pounding your chest as you sputter between mouthfuls. When your eyes stop watering, you see Cruz has moved closer to you, hand outstretched and a couple inches from resting on your calf. He jerks it back when you look down at him.

“Wow, thanks, but puns aren’t really part of my vocrabulary.” You obnoxiously wink, scrunching up the left side of your face. Cruz laughs. Not a chuckle, but a full, belly laugh.

“Well I find them quite crab-tivating.” A larger laugh bursts from your chest as he mimics your wink and shoots you another big smile.

The sharp teeth are beginning to grow on you, adding to Cruz’s boyish charm. You feel the hot blush in your chest crawl up your neck once more.

Oh fuck.

Cruz reaches for another crab leg but hits the bottom of the bag, a playful pout now on his chin.

“Here, try this next.” You hand him the second lobster roll. “Probably don’t want to get this one wet, it’ll be soggy.” With no hesitation Cruz digs in, perking up once more and going to town. His teeth serate through the bread like butter. Within 4 bites, the entire roll is gone.

“Dang, I’ll make sure to bring some more food next time.”Cruz pauses, mid-lick of the butter on his claws and looks up at you.

“Next time? You want to meet up again?” You raise your eyebrow.

“Well yeah, don’t you?”

Cruz stays quiet, no sassy comment or a sarcastic look. Just staring, mildly shocked.

Your embarrassment bubbles back, screaming you’ve misread this whole situation and the last few minutes. “I mean, we are soulmates. Shouldn’t we meet up again?”

Cruz's eyes narrow as a barrage of thoughts seem to flit across his head. His smile recedes back into a straight line, that little spark leaving his eye.

“Yeah, I guess we have too.” He crinkles up the plastic bag, shoving it against your calves. “See you tomorrow.”

A pit rolls in your stomach as he quickly moves to leave.

Did I say something wrong?

“Uh, I’m actually busy tomorrow. Can we do Thursday-er, 3 days from now?” Cruz nods, not turning around to face you before slipping back into the water and swimming away.

The pit doesn’t leave your stomach, an empty sauce container rolling across the rocky shore.

What just happened?

[awhitehead17]

100 ways to say I love you - TimKon edition:

Number 23: “I’ll wait.”

Enjoy! :D 

When it had become normal to see his face in the building of Wayne Enterprises, Kon has no idea.

He only notices it today when the receptionist looks up as he enters the main lobby and smiles at him then without any prompting says, “Mr Drake is in a meeting right now, but you can wait in his office until he’s finished.”

Kon pauses and blinks at her. So not only does she recognise his face, but she knows that he’s here to see Tim specifically. There’s also the fact that she’s granting him permission to go to his office rather than forcing him to wait in the lobby.

Figuring it’s better to accept it rather than question it, Kon politely nods and heads up to Tim’s office, knowing by now where his boyfriend works off by heart.

Once he gets to the office he lets himself in, feeling awkward and out of place as he does so. Kon’s never been in here without Tim before and it feels like he’s intruding in some way. He lets his eyes wonder around the room, taking in the different bits of furniture and then the little things that show Tim’s claim to it. Like several different coffee mugs on the desk and cabinets, the various of pens scattered around, the variety of snack wrappers in the bin and the couple different pictures in frames on his desk.

Kon settles down on the love seat in the corner of the office and begins to play on his phone while he waits for his boyfriend. He had come to WE to pick Tim up from work because they’re heading over to the Tower that evening, but apparently his boyfriend is running late.

The time subtly ticks by as Kon browses through social media looking at pointless posts from random people around the world. It’s only when the door to the office opens up that he looks away from the screen.

Tim wonders in looking tired and stressed, he’s carrying a note pad and laptop in his arms and is completely unaware of Kon’s presence in the room. His boyfriend slumps down in the chair at his desk, running his hands through his hair with a drawn-out groan before he’s looking up again. He finally spots Kon and seems to do a double take as if to check that he really is seeing Kon sat there opposite him.

Kon smiles at Tim as he pockets his phone and stands up. “Hey.”

“Kon? What are you doing here?” Tim questions sounding bewildered. Despite his words he’s also standing up and making his way over to Kon and once in reach they share a chaste kiss.

“I’ve come to pick you up, remember we’re going to the Tower? You’re meeting obviously ran over and the receptionist allowed me to come straight up.”

Tim blinks at him again and furrows his eyebrows. “You aren’t supposed to be here until 4…” as his sentence trails off Tim glances at his watch and his eyes widen comically once he realises what time it actually is. “Oh shit, sorry Kon. It really did run over.”

Kon shrugs. “It happens.”

Tim looks up at him guiltily. “It does but it’s not fair that you have to deal with it too. I still have stuff to do as well, I just need to write up the minutes of the meeting and send a couple emails but after that I’m done for today.”

“That’s okay, I’ll wait.” Kon says earnestly. This makes Tim look even more guilty and Kon is quick to reassure him. “Hey, it’s okay, I don’t mind. Plus how else are you going to get to the Tower? On the bright side it means I get to stare at you while you work, I love seeing you in your business suit.”

His comment does the desired effect Kon had been hoping it would which was to make Tim smile. His boyfriend smiles fondly and rolls his eyes but there’s a playful hint to the action.  Kon bends down and presses a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll sit on the sofa and wait, the sooner you finish up the quicker we can leave.”

Tim sighs and nods. “Amen to that.”

Kon grins and steals one more kiss, this time on the lips, before turning back around and settling down once again in the love seat. Tim gives him a heated look, a promise for more later, and retreats to his desk to get started on finishing up his tasks for that day.

If they share knowing smirks at each other across the room, well, no one needs to know.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

The Thought

The Pool | The Difference | The Notes | The Fear | Masterlist Pairing: Benny ‘Borracho’ Magalon x Reader Rating: Explicit - 18+ only Warnings: Fluffy. Fluffy! To make up for the angst-fest that was last chapter. Mentions/conversations around babies. Also conversations about baby care. Notes: We get in Borracho’s head a little this chapter :D Summary: He’s seen you interacting with his nieces and nephews before, but something about this...Different.

He starts thinking about it when he sees you in the kitchen with his sister and his mom. He’s late getting there - you went ahead to his family’s barbecue without him. But when he gets there, after he’s spent some time in the backyard with Gabriel and finally comes looking for you, he sees you in the kitchen, and Borracho just… stills. You’ve got a baby strapped to your chest. Borracho’s seen you interacting with his nieces and nephews before, but something about this...Different. It’s Nadia’s youngest, his newest niece, Lissie. You’re swaying from foot to foot, rubbing a gentle hand over the baby’s back, and chatting with his mom. Now and again you’ll glance down at Lissie, coo over her, tickle one of her dangling feet, smile as she reaches up and grabs at your earring. You’ll gently pry her questing fingers off of it to grip one of your fingers instead without missing a beat, without breaking eye contact with his mom or missing a word that Regina says. He’s able to watch for a few more minutes before Nadia spots him and calls him out. He comes into the kitchen as if he hasn’t been there the entire time, greets his mom and Nadia and answers their questions about work. When they’re distracted by something bubbling on the stove, he crowds against your side, presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs, “Hey, sweetness.” --

Nothing seems off to you just then. It’s later. It’s one thing for Borracho to be quiet around the guys at work, but it’s another for him to get so quiet around his family. They notice it, too. Megan pulls you aside to ask you if something’s wrong between the two of you, but you tell her that you have been alright, you don’t know what’s up. You really don’t. You wait until you’re home to ask. You’re already dressed for bed, and sitting up against the headboard. You watch him for a few moments. “Babe?” “Mm?” “You alright?” He looks back at you, frowning. “Yeah, why?” “Well, you hardly said anything all night. Did something happen with the guys, or…?” “No.” “...So…?” “Nothing’s wrong.” He gives you a smile and pecks your lips before heading into the bathroom. -- He doesn’t tell you, so you don’t push. But sometimes you feel Borracho watching you when you’re at work. It’s usually when you’re focused - you know the weight of his stare by now, the steady feeling of it. When it happens, when you manage to pull yourself away from whatever you’re focused on, and you look over at Borracho, he’s always looking at something else - his screen, or a form, or his legal pad. But he does it when you’re at home, too. When you’re cooking, when you’re watching television, when you’re loading the dishwasher. And you don’t snap, you just…Call him out. You’ve been neatening up after lunch, and you feel that stare again. It’s been two weeks of this, so you turn to Borracho and you ask, “What is it?” He looks stunned to be caught out. He blinks twice before he answers, “We need to go grocery shopping,” And turns back to the tv, and fuck if that isn’t the lamest goddamn excuse you’ve ever heard. “Benny,” You lean against the kitchen counter, watching him, “Look, I’m not-- Really not trying to be dramatic here, but you’re freaking me out a little bit, babe. You’ve been all...I don’t even know what for, like, weeks now.” You bite your lip as Borracho lowers his eyes and hangs his head a little. Your stomach is twisting with bad, and wrong, and it’s over. Your first thought is that it’s lingering resentment from when you’d yelled about him getting hurt. That was nearly four months ago now, but maybe you were wrong, maybe it’s weighed on him and he hasn’t told you. You fold your arms over your chest, preemptively defensive as you tack on, “You know that whatever it is, I can handle it, I just… We agreed to be straightforward with one another.” Borracho doesn’t say anything for a few moments. When he speaks, he starts with, “I been thinkin’ about...Us...” And now you’re really, really panicking. You’re quiet, careful, steeling yourself, and you nod for Borracho to keep going, and you wait. “...Do you want kids?” Is what he says next, and it takes you so long to answer that he actually looks up at you. “I… What?” “Kids, sweetness.” “That’s what you’ve been thinking about?” You ask. Borracho pushes himself off of the couch and strolls into the kitchen. “Came to mind-- we outta hot sauce? I can run to the store tonight--” How in the hell is this man actually thinking about groceries?  “Wait, wait wait wait,” You turn, reaching out and catching hold of Borracho’s shoulder. He turns to face you, frowning. “What’s wrong?” He asks. “That’s what you’ve been thinking about?” You repeat. Borracho shrugs, mutters, “Yeah.” “Where’d this come from?” “Saw you with Lissie.” “And it got you thinking?” Borracho nods. “For weeks?” He nods again, and before he can turn back to check the cabinet for how much hot sauce you have left, you see a hint of color in his cheeks. This is the first time you’ve ever seen him embarrassed. You smile, crowding up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Why didn’t you tell me when you started thinking about it?” You ask, resting your chin on his shoulder. Borracho grunts, continues to rifle through the cabinet. “Benny,” You press quietly. You hear him sigh before he turns in your arms, looking down at you. “Do you want kids?” He dodges your question again, and you sigh, lowering your eyes to his chest. “I… Used to.” “Used to?” “I haven’t ruled them out or anything, but I also--... I don’t know, they’re not a priority for me,” You lift your eyes to his, nervous now, “Are they a dealbreaker for you?” Borracho doesn’t answer right away. Instead he focuses on fitting his hands over your hips and dipping his thumbs under the hem of your shirt, like he can find some answer or some comfort there. “I don’t know,” He shakes his head; it’s quiet, and honest. You kinda get it. He comes from a big family; he’s the only sibling that doesn’t have kids. And you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about having them -- with him. His family’s about as un-subtle as the guys, teasing when you’re helping with their kids, asking when you and Borracho are expecting, what your plans are. It’s been worse since the two of you moved in together. “Okay,” You slide your hands up to Borracho’s shoulders, rubbing them gently, “We don’t have to discuss all of this right now, but… Please don’t hide this stuff from me, babe.” “I won’t,” Borracho mumbles. You’re not sure you believe him, but you let it go this time, and you lean up and kiss him gently. “I’ll go with you to the store, I’ve got a coupon.” “You’re couponing?” Borracho asks, brows raising. “...Selectively.” “You’ve got a problem, sweetness.” “I know, I’m going to my first Seasoners Anonymous meeting tomorrow.” -- You guys don’t talk about it again for a while. You don’t have much reason to think about it - until Borracho gets a text from Nadia asking if the two of you can look after Lissie for the weekend (Regina’s looking after Nadia’s two other children, but Regina is getting older, and two hyperactive toddlers plus a four month old would be a bit much for her). When Borracho mentions it to you, you can see some hesitance in him. You shrug, tell him that you’re more than happy to help and leave it up to him. You get a text from Nadia a few minutes later that says, Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you, and you glance over at Borracho, smiling. -- Borracho’s not nervous; he helped look after Nadia when she was a baby, he’s helped with his nieces and nephews when he’s been able to. You’re a little worried. This isn’t just about helping Nadia out, it’s proving to the family and Borracho and yourself that you can assist in the care of a Small Human. It’s one thing to help with the baby at a family gathering - there are always at least five extra pairs of hands on deck to pass Lissie off to. It’s gonna be another to be caring for her between the two of you. Neither of you say it, but you both kinda know that the other is thinking the same thing: This is kind of a dry run. -- Your baby voice is embarrassing and you’re honestly not even sure where it came from. You haven’t even used it with Lissie before -- but Borracho’s run out to grab a few things for you two for breakfast, and you’re playing peek-a-boo with the baby and thank god he’s not still here because your voice seems to have gone up half an octave. Lissie seems to be enjoying it, at least. You glance back as you hear the door to your apartment open and smile when you see Borracho coming in with a takeout bag. “That didn’t take you long,” You drop your voice back to its normal pitch. “Not long at all,” Borracho agrees. He sets the bag down on the counter, turning to where you’re laying on the floor beside Lissie and her playmat. “She should have her bottle soon,” He adds as he unpacks your food. You hum in agreement, reaching out and lightly pushing one of the plush hanging stars from the foam dome structure over Lissie’s head. “Bottle’s warming in a bowl of water on the counter. I made sure the water wasn’t too hot,” You nod in its direction, grinning as Lissie’s hands make grabs for the star. You glance up as you hear Borracho come over and lower himself onto the floor beside you. “Someone’s been researching,” He accuses, but he sounds a little proud, not scathing or teasing. You shrug, poking at the star again as its swinging begins to slow. “Nadia said she gets fussy if it’s cold, is all,” You mumble. Borracho leans in and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I can feed her if you wanna eat your breakfast,” He offers. “You sure?” You ask. He nods, and you smile. “I’ll get the next one,” You promise. He chuckles and murmurs, “Deal,” before drawing you in for a gentle kiss. -- Oh, god, she’s awake again. “Sleep regressions,” Nadia had cringed when she’d said so, as she was passing Lissie off to you, “Part of the reason I don’t wanna drop Lissie with ma-- Oh she’s just been so up and down lately-- But maybe you two will have an easy weekend!” You two are not, in fact, having an easy weekend. Borracho got up last time, so you reach out, putting a hand on his shoulder to still him as you sit up. “You sure?” He mumbles. “Mhm,” You hum before sliding out of bed. You’ve set up the portable bassinet in your room, but you don’t want to keep Borracho awake as you try to get Lissie back down. You and Borracho had cleaned it up before heading in, and you’re glad for it; you can move around, pace back and forth between the kitchen and the living room without turning on any kitchen lights or bumping into a thing. Borracho wasn’t wrong. You have been researching. You read that bright lights could wake the baby up more, and keep both of you up longer. You read that you wanna get the baby down when she’s drowsy, not fast asleep. And you read that you don’t want to fall asleep sitting down with Lissie still in your arms. The last few days have been full of stealth-scrolling through mommy blogs and sites with names like VeryWellParent and WhatToExpect. You step out into the living room and give Lissie’s diaper a whiff. Not the problem. So you take slow measured steps as you rub your hand soothingly over Lissie’s back. You hum quietly, casting the occasional glance toward the bedroom door, in case Borracho decides to come and check on you. Lissie is settling, though, and within a few minutes, you’re able to walk back into your room. She blinks up at you as you continue to hum and lower her into the bassinet, and you smile as her blinks slow, and her breathing evens. You climb back into bed, figuring Borracho is asleep, but then his arm wraps around your middle and draws you close. He nuzzles into your shoulder like he did in the living room and you smile, turning your head and pressing a kiss to his hair. “Go to sleep, babe,” You murmur. “I love you,” Is his mumbled, sleepy response. You grin, raising a hand and smoothing his hair gently. “I love you, too.” -- Nadia is asking about five questions in the space of a breath when she comes to pick up Lissie. Borracho’s answering all of them easily; he’s used to his sister’s rapid-fire questioning. Once Nadia’s satisfied with the answers, she pecks you both on the cheek and starts to head out. “As soon as you two need a sitter, you know who to call,” She winks at you two before she leaves. As soon as. Not if you ever, not maybe one day. As soon as. She’s so sure about you two. How is she so sure? -- “...It would be different, if we…” “I know,” You nod. The two of you have been weirdly quiet since Lissie left. In fact, in an odd turn, you’ve grabbed beers, sat down, and Borracho has turned the game on (football this time). “Because things would be--” “Benny.” He turns to look down at you, brow furrowing. “Do you want to talk about this right now?” “...Yes.” You lean forward, grab the remote, and shut the television off before you turn your body toward his, giving him your full attention. You see a little bit of tension that you didn’t see before drop from his shoulders, and he turns to face you, too. He takes one of your hands in his, intertwining your fingers. You’re straightforward with one another; you find surprises in each other’s questions and answers. You’re not panicked as hell by the end of the conversation. You’re not rushing over to Pinterest to plan the nursery, either. Borracho’s hand is still wrapped around yours. Things have shifted a little bit, but it doesn’t scare you like you thought it would. “...Promise me something?” You ask. “Anything, sweetness.” “You won’t go out drinking with the guys and accidentally say something like, ‘I should check in with the wife and kids’.” He rolls his eyes, grinning. “That was one time--” “You know that that’s all it takes with those bozos.” He chuckles, murmurs that he promises, and raises your joined hands to press a kiss to the back of yours. Then he cozies up to you, presses his face into your shoulder the way he’s been doing it all weekend, and curls his body against yours. “...How many do you want?” You ask after a moment. “Two? Maybe three?” Borracho admits. You hum, thoughtful. “Boys? Girls?” “Either,” He admits, “Long as you’re all healthy.” You smile, reaching up cupping his cheek. “You’d be a great dad.” He tips his head up, and he seems a little guarded, a little shy. “You think so?” He murmurs. You nod. “...Tell you what,” He says after a moment. “Mm?” “The amount of hot sauce you take in? Our kid would probably come out breathing fire.”

[dontshootmespence]

Through It All

Part 28

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,832

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff. Have a dentist on hand. 

A/N: No smut, just another fluffy installment.

All of the people in the doctor’s office are quietly confused about the four people entering the waiting room together, but neither you nor Spencer can muster up the energy to care. Today, you’ll know if the babies are healthy, hear their heartbeats, and possibly even find out whether you’re having boys or girls or one of each.

As you make your way up to the front desk, you link your arm in Ai’s. She’s happy and excited and nervous, but also a little sad, though she doesn’t confide that in you. You can just see it in her eyes; it’s all bittersweet. “Ai Campbell,” she says softly. “My boyfriend, Kyle, and the adoptive parents, Spencer and Y/N Reid will be coming in with me. That’s okay, right? We discussed it on the phone a few days ago.”

The woman reiterates that it’s fine, “as long as they all remain out of the doctor’s way,” which is perfectly fine with you. All you want to do is make sure they’re healthy and that Ai is as comfortable as she can be considering she’s going to be carrying two full grown babies soon.

Inside the office, Ai slips onto the table and lifts her shirt. She’s a small woman so her bump is already fairly visible despite being just over 3 months along.

Kyle sits at Ai’s side, occasionally giving her hand a squeeze. Though they both agree that giving their children up for adoption is what’s best for all of them in the long run, you can all see that this is especially difficult for Ai; they’re growing in her belly. You’d never have been able to give up Charlotte. All you can do is make it as easy on her as possible.

Just as Kyle presses a kiss to Ai’s temple, the doctor comes in and greets you all. He’s been made aware of your situation by her nurses and Ai. “How are you feeling, Ai?”

“A little morning sickness, and I can tell my back is going to kill me soon, but for now I’m okay.”

As the doctor explains that everything she’s feeling is normal (and giving her a heads up about what’s to come), she squirts some of the ultrasound jelly on her stomach, gently passing the wand over her. One pass. Two. Then she wiggles it around and you see two tiny peanuts - actually they’re about the size of nectarines - on the screen and you start to sob, cradling your head in Spencer’s shoulder. He can’t help but smile, a tear falling down his cheek as he and Ai share a moment. You’re both eternally grateful for the opportunity they’re giving you. “So what are we having?” Ai asks, making the effort to smile when she looks at you both. “We all want to know, right?”

You, Spencer and Kyle nod in agreement and wait with baited breath for the doctor to make the announcement. “Well, let me see...given that it’s twins there is a greater chance of us being wrong-”

“But with a single baby at 14 weeks you can tell with between 90 and 96 percent accuracy so-sorry, I’ll shut up.” Spencer bites his lip and stifles a laugh. He’s full of nervous energy and when he’s nervous the stats start flying. Thankfully, it makes Ai laugh, which allows Kyle to breathe a bit too.

The doctor finally settles the wand in place. “It looks like you’re having...one of each,” she says softly. Immediately, you and Ai burst into tears. You bend down to give her a hug, not giving a crap if you get any of the jelly on your clothes.

“Looks like you’re having a boy and a girl,” Ai says. The lightness in her voice makes her happiness for you apparent, despite how she might be feeling herself.

Pressing a kiss to her head, you wipe her tears away with the pads of your thumbs. “We all are.”

---

With the excitement of two babies on the horizon and a toddler at home, Spencer and yourself fall once again into the most predictable of routines. Unlike with Charlotte however, you aren’t feeling physically gross, so you’re still able to fit in quickies at night and random morning showers together. Without the physical and mental weight of an actual pregnancy, plus this being your second (and third) baby, you’re feeling more confident, which Spencer recognizes. In moments where you question whether or not you should’ve tried for another baby naturally, he reminds you of how you’re feeling. Every one of your roles - wife, mother, sub - you know who you are within them now.

Quickly enough, Ai is five months along. The two of you text every single day, and your boys are in a group text thread with you as well. She’s still not rid of morning sickness, but it’s lessening.

“The back pain though,” she says, her voice resounding through the apartment through the laptop during one of your weekend video chats, “The back pain is brutal. My doctor says I should probably be on bedrest in a month or two. Everyone at work is really helpful though. I’m allowed to sit all the time, which I do, because now I can’t see my feet either. But they’re there, because they hurt like hell.”

Her frankness makes you and Spencer snort. You remember not being able to see your feet at the end of your pregnancy. It was brutal. Thankfully, Charlotte, who’s playing with her baby doll across the room, is super cute and totally worth it. “What about food? Are you able to eat? Any smells turning you off? Any cravings?”

“Smelling coffee makes me want to vomit. Which sucks because I love coffee. Even though I couldn’t drink anything but one cup of decaf,” she says, rambling. You don’t want to laugh, but you can’t help it. The feelings are so real. “I also hate that I can’t have a glass of wine every now and then, not that I do,” she adds quickly.

Spencer laughs when Ai meets his gaze through the screen. “You’re growing two babies, heading off to college and working your ass off, I’m not about to turn you in for a tiny bit of underage drinking.”

“Thanks,” she laughs. “I just miss relaxing with a glass of wine.”

“I feel you. Anything you’re craving?”

“Cliche as it is, pickles. Kyle went out last week at 2 am to grab me a jar. Also breakfast foods. And chocolate. Ooohh, chocolate.” As if on cue, Kyle appears at the side of the screen with a square of Ghirardelli chocolate for the woman he loves. “You do love me.”

Stuffing the chocolate in her mouth, she sighs and closes her eyes, probably feeling a moment’s contentment amidst a sea of morning sickness, back pain and giant feet. “Are you able to come over for dinner sometime soon? Spencer and I will cook breakfast for dinner. Bacon and eggs and-”

“Hash browns?” She asks, her smile wide and pleading.

“Absolutely. What’s your favorite chocolate or candy bar? I’ll make sure we have one of those on tap for you too.”

“Almond Joy! You’re the best.” By the end of the video chat, you have plans for a few weeks later.

---

Three weeks later, Ai and Kyle knock at the door just five minutes after 6. Ai looks like she’s about to pop. “Everything smells delicious,” Kyle says, his arm linked in Ai’s as he helps her waddle to the table. “Bacon is one of God’s greatest works.”

“I have to agree,” Spencer laughs.

Charlotte runs into his arms and he introduces her to Ai and Kyle. You’ve shown her pictures of them and she’s seen them on video calls, but never in person. Smiling at Ai, she points to her stomach. “Babies?”

“Yes, my little flower,” Spencer coos. “Your brother and sister are in there. Want to sit next to Ai for dinner?”

“Breffast,” she replies. She knows it’s breakfast food. Ai is a natural with her and you know when the two of them are ready to be parents they’ll make wonderful ones.

At the stove, you finish up the rest of the food and turn the stove off while Spencer pulls out plates and utensils. “Want to help Daddy make a plate of food for Ai? And Kyle?” Charlotte is eager to help. She’s a natural helper. Even though you aren’t pregnant you feel like you could cry. She’s going to be such a wonderful big sister.

All of you eat your weight in eggs and bacon and hash browns. Except Charlotte. She tries to but she’s still a messy eater so most of it ends up on the table or the floor. After dinner, your little angel climbs into Spencer’s lap and falls asleep against his chest. “Excuse me,” he whispers. “I’m just going to go put her in bed.”

It’s nearly 15 minutes before Spencer leaves Charlotte’s room with the soft thud of her bedroom door. “Sorry, I needed to read her the book with the rainbow fish three times before she would fall asleep.” Laughing, he sits down at your side and gives your hand a squeeze. Before Ai and Kyle came over, you’d discussed this, but you didn’t want to start without him. “We have something we wanted to ask you,” he said softly, careful to keep his voice down so as to not wake Charlotte. He glanced at you and let you take over.

Your voice was shaky. This was important to you. And you hoped it would be to them too. “We got to talking and we- well we realize how hard this is for you-”

“It’s necessary,” Ai interrupts. Her eyes spoke the truth but the pain sat vividly behind the facade.

“We know,” Spencer replies. “But we realize this isn’t an easy decision. We want you to know that you always have a place in their lives.”

“That’s why,” you start again after clearing your throat, “we wanted to ask if you would want to give us their middle names. Maybe family names. Something that’s special to you.”

Tears gathered at the corners of both their eyes before Ai completely broke down. “Really? I mean, we never thought- it would mean the world to-” she clutched her hand to her mouth to stem the sobs that flowed from her mouth. “My father’s given name is Xing. It means star or spark. Do you know what his first name is going to be?”

Spencer chuckled. “We still haven’t settled on one. Y/N wants Spencer Jr., but I’m not so keen on that. We both like Noah and Blake. Either way, his middle name will be Xing.”

“For the girl, we’re tossing between Morgan and Diana.”

Kyle began to chuckle, the tears finally flowing. “How about both? My mother’s name is Diana.”

“Mine too,” Spencer says. “Morgan Diana. For both of us.”

Kyle smiles. “For all of us.”

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sfw alphabet with semi eita

because like i said before, i’m in a semi kind of mood-

pairing: semi x reader

A = Affection (How affectionate are they?)

Semi’s most affectionate behind closed doors and will rarely initiate PDA since he finds it embarrassing and is frankly, kind of stiff about it, but he’ll never stop you if you want to kiss him or hold his hand in public. He’s not opposed to PDA itself and is content with you taking the reigns if the two of you are in front of people. He’ll never reject any kind of skinship from you, but he’ll sure get flustered. Once his friends start teasing him about it, he’ll find all sorts of ways to move to a more secluded area, because he definitely doesn’t want you to stop.

In his private though, Semi is more comfortable with touching you and physically showing you his love. He always has an arm around your waist when you’re walking around the house and there isn’t a day that goes by where he doesn’t ask for kisses. Of course, he returns the kisses tenfold along with heaps of compliments.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

It starts off during his first gig with his band, and less than five people show up to watch, two of them being the lead vocalist’s parents. In order words, it’s a total flop, but you catch Semi’s eye when you stare at him in awe during his short little guitar rifts. It’s just Semi improvising something on the spot to take up some of the scheduled program, but he feels his heart do a weird flip-flop do see someone so supportive of him. He’s always wanted to be someone cool and that’s exactly how you make him feel.

After the performance, he manages to strike up a conversation with you, awkward but enjoyable. You end up exchanging numbers with him that night, and from there, your phone is flooded with texts ranging from small recordings of what he’s been practicing to plans on meeting up before or after his next gig. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

This man adores cuddles and must have a cuddle session after a long day at work or at practice. He calls it his ‘recharging time’ and likes being the little spoon when he’s feeling down or stressed. Of course, he’ll never voice it out loud, but you can tell by the way he instantly relaxes when you pull him into your chest and run your fingers through his hair. 

In reverse, he’d do the same for you and can be the big spoon as well. He doesn’t really care which he is, but when he can tell that you’re stressed, he practically drags you to the bed or sofa so that he can press kisses to your temples all while pulling you into a tight hug. Humming is a must, and there isn’t one cuddle session that goes by without him singing the lyrics of your favorite song.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

When he first asks you to move in with him, he isn’t really thinking about settling down. It’s not that he doesn’t want to. Rather, it just felt natural to have you with him 24/7 and that’s what spurs his invitation. He likes it when you take the time to choose his outfits, because it’s reassuring to have a second opinion on his style that Tendou sees as ‘lame’. Plus, there’s the added bonus of either welcoming you back or being welcomed back.

When it comes to household chores, Semi’s responsible enough to take care of them and expects the same thing from you as well. Everything’s split half and half along with a detailed meal plan on who’s cooking when based on his and your personal schedules, but of course, there’s wiggle room. He doesn’t mind doing a few extra chores for you when you’re busy since he knows you already have enough on your plate. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Semi doesn’t call it quits before trying hard to salvage what’s left in a relationship, but he doesn’t want to drag it on too long with him and his partner feeling miserable. Once his attempts to keep it going fall short, his break-up style is straightforward and to the point. He provides his reasons for why he feels that he and his partner aren’t working well together and tries to break it off as cleanly and carefully as possible.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

His commitment to you from when you’re dating to when the two of you are engaged stays the same, because from the start, Semi was always set on keeping you by his side. He realizes that you’re the one for him very early on and feels confident that he’d want to spend the rest of his life with you, married or not. He’s never had a single thought about splitting up with you, so the idea of being married is very similar to your relationship prior to that. He’s not quick to pop the question, but it definitely doesn’t take him too long before he asks you if you’d like to try the whole marriage thing.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Semi, by nature is hot-headed and competitive, but that doesn’t stop him from being the softest simp for you in the entire world. He’s kind to you physically and emotionally and tries so hard to never raise his voice against you unless it’s out of excitement or elation, because he knows that he gets carried away during heated arguments. He puts you before himself because he wants you to know that even though he can get riled up from time to time, treating you the best way he can is his top priority. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Semi never leaves the house without giving you a hug, and when he comes back home, he’s either expecting to receive one or waiting impatiently to give you one. This man just wants to see you and have you in his arms after a long day. He’s also a big fan of hugs before and after a gig he’s doing with his band, as it calms his nerves and makes him feel more confident and focused. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)

He doesn’t say it out loud very soon, but he’s thinking it all the time right when the two of you start dating. He doesn’t want to rush things or turn you off by coming on too strong too soon, so he keeps it to himself. He’ll see you laughing at a lame joke he made and run those three words over his head over and over again. It takes him a few months into the relationship to say the L-word, and while that might not be very long, it takes his entire being to muster up the courage. It’s awkward, and he’s definitely red all over, but he doesn’t regret it seeing as he’s been waiting for a while to tell you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He trusts you a lot and doesn’t believe that you’ll leave him for someone else, but when he sees another person flirting with you and starts acknowledging said person’s strengths that Semi himself doesn’t have, he begins seething quietly to himself. He doesn’t like the idea of restricting you and telling you that you can’t meet with certain people, so he gets sulky in secret when he thinks you’re not paying attention to him. Of course, you notice since it looks like he has something to say to you but won’t, and all you have to do is reassure him that he’s the best in your eyes. He believes everything you say, so it doesn’t take long for him to cheer up again.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Semi’s kisses always start off very light and gentle, gradually building up into something more since he’s scared of being too pushy or rough with you. He favorite spot to kiss is your mouth but also likes peppering kisses down your neck, as it’s light enough to tickle you. He likes it when you’re happy and laughing, but he likes it even more when he’s the one giving you that joy.

Semi likes being kissed on the mouth just as much as he likes kissing you there, but the man loves when you give him kisses on his finger tips. He’s always felt gifted with them, being a strong setter during his school days and an excellent guitarist now, so when you trail your lips on top of his calloused finger pads, it’s as if you’re acknowledging what he’s worked for and what he values the most in himself. And that makes his heart soar.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Like most people, Semi’s favorite types of children are well behaving children. Children that are cute and listen well are his favorites, but children that are rowdy and rude make his gears grind. It reminds him of his juniors at Shiratorizawa and no matter how cute they may seem to you, kids that don’t listen and act rude will always be very uncute to Semi.

That being said, he isn’t terrible with them and could make an adequate baby sitter. He’s serious enough to discipline them, but energetic enough to play with them. It’s a perfect balance between peace and chaos. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

On most mornings, Semi has to wake up early to get to work, so sleeping in usually isn’t an option. If possible, he likes to prepare breakfast with you, enjoying at least one cup of coffee before kissing you goodbye and heading out, but if he wakes up earlier than you have to, expect breakfast waiting for you on the table. Even then though, he always kisses your sleeping face before stepping out the door. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

There’s nothing Semi enjoys more than helping you relax so after dinner and getting cleaned up with a warm bath, he has you sitting comfortably on the couch as he plays calming songs on his acoustic guitar. He’s not much of a singer, but he won’t say no to you if you ask. He’d much rather prefer if you hummed along instead, even if off key, but he can settle for you venting to him instead. To Semi, you being close enough to him to complain and let out your frustrations is more than reassuring.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Semi never intends to keep things away from you, but he does certainly find it a little bit weird to suddenly just spill his guts and tell you everything about his life all of a sudden. Instead, he waits for things to reveal slowly and naturally on his part. He’ll tell you without a problem if you ask him, and he doesn’t mind if you tell him things about yourself out of the blue either, but if he isn’t prompted, Semi prefers to take his time.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Rather than getting angry, Semi gets frustrated easily because his habit is to see both sides of an argument. He understands that there’s sometimes conflict in a relationship and will do his best to keep things calm, but there are times when he does snap. This usually occurs when he’s feeling stressed, but it happens very rarely, and he cools down within the matter of minutes because he prefers not to drag on fights for longer than a day. It takes a lot for Semi to be full on upset with you, but after everything gets settled, he’s able to look back and acknowledge some mistakes on his part too. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Semi’s the kind of guy that remembers the big dates such at anniversaries, your birthday, and your parents’ birthdays just to be safe. Things like half-year anniversaries slip by his head just because he doesn’t find them as important, and to an extent, he even finds Valentine’s Day to be a little bit silly because he shows his love to you every day and doesn’t need an excuse to buy you chocolates and gifts. Still, he goes extra-hard on that day because you find it cute.

Other details that he remembers about you are usually from doing things with him. He knows your favorite songs and preferred types of music from performing in front of you for so long and your favorite and least favorite foods from eating with you. He’ll notice small and rather odd things as well, such as your morning routine or what you put into your cereal bowl first and strives to learn more about you as time passes.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Don’t get him wrong, every moment with you is his favorite, but he had to choose, Semi would pick when the two of you first held hands. Physical touch is a big thing for him, so even if the act seems small, it’s what builds the two of you up for bigger things like hugs and kisses and is a fundamental foot forward into a more serious relationship. Also, he may or may not just really, really like when you give his hand a squeeze.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Semi’s worst fear is to be overly protective and limiting, because that’s what he hates too. Instead of protecting you in a physical sense like pulling you away from suitors, he’ll watch carefully first and will only intervene if you look uncomfortable. Otherwise, he is your emotional and mental support, offering an open ear for your worries and a multitude of ways to comfort you. 

As mentioned before, Semi hates being physically confined, so he’d also appreciate if you provided him emotional and mental protection instead by hearing him out when he vents as well. He doesn’t need much, just someone to talk to, but he’ll definitely feel overwhelmingly happy if you take some of your time to give him small massages and such to make him feel better. He also finds it undeniably cute when you stand up for him against Tendou’s playful teasing, even if the two of you are just messing around. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

For anniversaries and gifts, Semi likes to go over the top unless you want something more laid back, but generally, dates are kinda chill to keep a good balance. Most of the times, they’re either impromptu or completely unplanned, and he finds that aspect about his relationship with you so amazing. He can literally do anything with you and still have a great time, but even knowing that, he always treats you to things and showers you with praise. If you happen to be window shopping, and he sees that something catches your eye, he’ll always offer to get it for you.

He’s always very appreciative of you and what you do for him, so when he’s doing things like chores, he’ll think about how nice it’d be for you to walk in to a dust-free house. Suddenly, vacuuming becomes more entertaining. Sometimes, he’ll even spice it up by scrubbing the silverware extra hard so that you can see your face reflecting off of the spoons clearly.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Rather than being a disorganized person, Semi is sometimes a little bit too organized and can fuss over misplaced items. He has a tendency to nag easily, almost as a parent or an adult figure, and it sometimes does get annoying. Unfortunately, it’s something he’s picked up from going to school with a bunch of rowdy juniors, so it’s sticking with him.

Another bad habit is turning up the volume on his earbuds or headphones way too loud. You can even hear the music that he’s listening to through them, so there’s actually no point in him wearing them, and it gets increasingly frustrating when you call for him only to get no response, because he literally can’t hear you through the noise.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Semi always wants to look cool, but even though he does get a little self-conscious at Tendou’s comments, it’s not overwhelmingly so. In fact, he really only cares about looking good for you, so if you’re willingly to help him out with his style or tell him that he already looks great, he’ll be pleased and carry on with his life. It’s really only a problem to him if you suddenly decide that you hate how he looks. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Semi’s not entirely sure at what feeling ‘incomplete’ would be like, considering that he’s felt ‘complete’ before meeting you with volleyball and his friends; however, now that he has experienced a life with you, he knows that if he were to lose you, it’d be hard to move on. He’d hate to be apart from you and can only imagine loving you for the rest of his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Semi likes having playful competitions with you, and while he’s not a big gamer, he finds Mario Maker 2 to be a blast. He likes making courses for you and challenging you to play them and vice versa. He also enjoys the multiplayer races and makes bets for what the winner can do or what the loser should be punished with. Usually, they’re small things like “Winner gets a kiss” or “Loser has to give a kiss,” so nobody’s actually losing. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things that they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Semi dislikes rude, arrogant, and selfish people in general, but the biggest turn-off for him are people who can’t carry their own weight. This can apply to just slacking off at work or school or even at home. With him being organized and rather clean, a partner who doesn’t clean up after themselves and pushes all their chores onto him even though they’re not busy at all is incredibly frustrating for Semi, especially if the partner doesn’t make an effort to try after being confronted about it. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Semi’s a bit of a night owl on his own, but even with you next to him in bed, it doesn’t really change. Sure, he finds himself tucked in earlier than he usually is because he wants to hold you in his arms and stroke your hair, but you’re usually falling asleep first as he silently watches, enjoying the quiet night that is accompanied by your soft breathing. He doesn’t doze off until much later, reluctantly letting his heavy eyelids finally close and block you from entering his vision.

He moves quite a bit in his sleep as well. It’s not wild, not to the point where’d he kick you, but he tosses the covers a lot. You’ll find yourself waking up to him sniffling because he’s cold and without a blanket. At that point, it’s up to you to either pull the covers back over on to him or snuggle even closer to share your body heat.

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Hey I saw you were asking for writing/art prompts, if you're up for it maybe something for Emil and Lalli? Maybe something cute about them either coming up with their own short form of talking (sign/hand signals whatever) to check in on eachother and ask if eachother is ok? Or maybe theyre both trying to learn how to say something sweet in the others language and they blurt it out at the same time? Feel free to interpret as you wish :D

He never shows it, but the Silent World is anything but silent.

Lalli thought Emil was too loud, and he barely understood a word besides his name, but Emil patiently mimed his words, pretending to cup his hands and pour them over his head, before finally pointing in the direction of the small wooden tub he had already set out, hidden by the side of the tank. Lalli scowled even further, not even amused by Emil’s fumbling, which told Emil that Lalli must be very tired.

Ghosts have been trailing after the tank quietly, as days became shorter and shorter — the distance getting cut, getting sliced so thinly, he could now count the minutes before the sun would set and the moon would finally show its face, waking him to the night’s refuge. He was okay with the evening, and the darkness of early mornings, but more often than not, he was not okay with ghosts who have not moved on from their resting places. He was not okay with the distance between them and the hoard growing shorter. He was not okay with the trolls who came too close from the houses that creaked and groaned when he approached;  every shadow behind decrepit walls and large trees. The giants who gurgled and croaked when he ran, drew near, closed his eyes to sense them.

The Silent World was ironically, hardly silent. The grotesque sounds made his skin raise and itch; made him want to curl up and slap his hands over his ears when it became too strong. But he didn’t. Usually, never does.

He comes back in the morning, duty done, every monster and landmark mapped, every face of a troll memorized, every possible route checked. Then, the usual briefing between Sigrun and Tuuri occur, where both of them pester him about the map, scold him for his weird squiggly lines, and wring every last bit of energy out of him till he was just an irritated and tired mess, eyes almost falling shut if he simply blinked. But the noises were too much -- everyone’s voices were too much, too harsh.

This morning was the same.

He shook his head from its hood, hair falling in a curtain around him as he tried to sneakily enter the tank door, wanting to sleep the noise in his head away, only to be interrupted by said door opening in his face. Emil strode out, all smiles and squinted eyes. Lalli scowled. The nerve of the Swede to be so happy this early in the morning.

“Lalli! We still have to decontaminate you!”

Emil froze, and Lalli was ready to hiss out a sigh, before he heard Emil shuffle around him worriedly, cupping his face with frantic panic. “Sorry! Did I get the soap in your eyes?!  Don’t tell me I did!” 

He knew not to touch Lalli when he was annoyed though, and simply followed after him as he marched to the tub, and they got the decontamination under way. Lalli let his thoughts drift as Emil handled him gently, babbling all the way, thankful that Emil’s Swedish nonsense was lulling his thoughts into peaceful rest. At least -- mornings like this, his babble was enough to sift out the white noise. It was when Emil focused on some particular troll gunk on his hair that he went silent in concentration, and Lalli suddenly noticed that he missed its comforting presence.

He stared into the dark water, made a small sound of distress, needing to drown out the exhaustion and the buzzing of his skin -- the white noise in his head that threatened to come back. The irritation of this morning.

“Lalli?” Emil peered over him, and Lalli opened his eyes, looking up from his knees. Emil frowned, pressed a hand to the side of his face, and tilted his head. “Tired?”

Lalli wasn’t familiar with the word, but he understood the familiar gesture and only grumbled, “Mrrrr,” in ascent.

“Okay, I’ll be quick,” Emil nodded, before scooping up water with a cup in one hand, and letting his other hand hover Lalli’s eyes. Lalli closed them, trusting Emil as warm water dripped down his head, down his shoulders, washing the suds on his back. But his worried babbling didn’t continue and, frustrated, Lalli grabbed Emil’s hand and pressed it against his eyes, hoping he would understand the sign. 

Emil was crouching in front of the tub, hands outstretched and cupping Lalli’s face. His fingers ran gently over his eyes to soothe any irritation, pads of his fingers going over lashes, eyelids, the bags beneath his eyes. From the tone of his voice, Emil was apologizing profusely for something but Lalli didn’t quite care. He was talking again, he was taking care of him -- and since Lalli had been forced to run day scouting and raids the other day, too -- he felt like the attention was well deserved on his part. The others had to learn from Emil, Lalli thought, but only Emil knew how to care for him this way. So, never mind. The others could stay useless to Lalli for all he cared.  

But Emil paused in his ministrations now, and Lalli opened his eyes. 

“Are you okay? Not hurt?” Emil covered one of Lalli’s eyes briefly, before pulling it back, non-verbally asking about them. “Did I get all the soap out?” 

Lalli blinked in confusion, narrowing his eyes, and Emil looked ready to throw another fit of panic, before Lalli cracked a small curl of his lip. Amusement. 

Emil recognized the mischievous look and gave Lalli a deadpan stare, unimpressed. “Finnish bastard.” 

Well, Lalli was quite familiar with those curse words, but Lalli had to show he was okay now. 

So, holding Emil’s hand to his face, he closed his eyes, and pressed the palm against his cheek, tilting his head. Like a cat. Emil wasn’t used to this gesture. 

He only stared, confused if Lalli really did still have soap in his eyes, before the moment lasted for a bit too long. Then he finally recognized the gesture -- reminding him of Bosse. Emil shook his head with a chuckle, eyes crinkling with his smile. Before he could stop himself, his fingers brushed the hair on Lalli’s temple, then they slid down, tracing the cut of his cheek to cup his jaw. 

Lalli opened his eyes. That was new. 

Emil asked, “So, you’re fine now?” 

Lalli only blinked. Emil sighed. Yeah, they kind of have to work on that one. That was a bit sudden of him. 

But then Lalli reached out, hand holding Emil's cheek too.

“Fine now.” New broken Swedish, very short words, but it was enough. 

Emil beamed, unfolded the towel that had been draped on his shoulders, and let the Finn step into his arms. 

That was when Lalli finally understood that the noise in his head was quiet now, filled with soft babbling, gentle words, and gestures that said much more. 

At least these were the mornings he returned to. 

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note: HEAVILY unedited 

okay, so lemme tell yall, I’ve been in such a heavy writing rut, and I kept scratching out everything  that I’ve been writing for this new idea I got, and i was getting NOWHERE. I decided to practice using this prompt, so THANK YOU peach, for the lovely little prompt (even though it took so long, im sorry sweetie)!!! I wanted to take this several ways, but this was all I could think of! I hope you liked it! Plus, I’m not very good at sign language, or any signs in general, so IM SORRY!!! I’ll make sure to study up on that in the future! i couldn’t do the “learn new words and blurt them out at the same time” cause i wrote this in an hour, the basic Swedish that I know is atrocious, it would make Emil look fluent in Finnish, and I don’t trust myself with google translate. but besides those excuses, lemme know what you think about it!!! This piece had me DEAD

[theirrationalzone]

Yakkin ‘bout Games: Wolfenstein: The New Order

Yakking ‘bout Games is a series where I talk about games that I’m currently playing or have just finished. It can be new or old, console or PC, good or bad, it really doesn’t matter. If it’s a game worth talking about, you’ll see it covered here.

I think it’s fair to say that the FPS genre has enjoyed a bit of a renaissance over the last decade and a bit. The modern military shooters that dominated the late 2000s and early 2010s have become less common. We have seen the return of classic franchises like Doom and Half-Life, and we have also witnessed the influx of “boomer shooters” like Dusk and Amid Evil. A lot of cool stuff indeed.

With that being said, let’s take a trip back a few years. 2014 to be exact.

This was the first year of the (then) brand spanking new PlayStation 4 and Xbox One. The two consoles were not off to the best of starts though. Their early exclusives like Killzone Shadow Fall, InFamous Second Son, Forza Motorsport 5 and Dead Rising 3 had failed to impress. The only games picking up the slack were multi-platform releases like Assassin’s Creed IV Black Flag. The only FPS games available at the time (other than Killzone on PS4) were Call of Duty Ghosts (dull as dishwater) and Battlefield 4 (I enjoyed it but it was completely broken on release.)

Not exactly the most exciting of times for an FPS fan on console.

Wolfenstein: The New Order finally came along that May. It had been announced the year prior but it didn’t have much fanfare behind it. The initial E3 showing didn’t really impress anyone and there wasn’t really a great excitement for the game’s release. Perhaps it was because the previous Wolfenstein game was largely ignored by people or maybe because people were skeptical due to the game being MachineGames’ (the developer) first effort. People needn’t have worried though. The game turned out to be a massive surprise. It ended up being one of the best of that year.

Why am I covering this now? It’s because I recently got the urge to play it again after all these years. Plus I wanted to see how it would function in a post modern Doom world. So with that in mind, let’s get psyched and see how the game holds up.

Never has a smile brought terror to my heart so fast. Well this and my last dental appointment...

The New Order is set in an alternate universe where the Nazis won World War II due to their advanced technology being too much for the Allied forces. After an operation to try and assassinate the spearhead behind this growing technological evolution goes horribly wrong, Captain William “B.J.” Blazkowicz ends up taking a piece of shrapnel to the back of the head which puts him into a vegetative state. He ends up spending fourteen years in a Polish mental asylum before finally being awoken again due to witnessing a horrible atrocity committed by the Nazis. B.J. is now in the alien world of 1960 where the Nazis rule over the world with an iron fist. It’s up to B.J. to link up with the remnants of the Resistance and take the fight back to the Nazis once and for all.

The story was and still is one of the most surprising elements of The New Order. It paints a brutal picture of a world controlled by an evil and ruthless force who will stop at nothing to assert their dominance. The cast as well are very memorable. You have the plucky and likable Resistance fighters who you get to spend quite a bit of time with. You then have some memorable encounters with the evil figureheads of the Nazi regime at certain parts of the story. Anyone who has seen the train sequence in this game knows exactly what I’m taking about. I have to give MachineGames credit as well for the characterisation of B.J. himself. They managed to turn a character who was known for being a badass Nazi killer to a very sympathetic and likable Nazi killer. B.J. in this game is weary and tired after years of fighting evil and tyranny at every corner. The man wants nothing more than for the war to be over so he can hang up his guns and finally settle down. How could you hate the man after hearing something like that?

B.J. is such an upstanding guy that he would infiltrate a Nazi controlled train just to get you some coffee. Liberation and a Cappuccino, you can’t beat it. 

The real bread and butter of The New Order though is the gameplay. It has held up fantastically for the most part. Combat is a blast thanks to the very meaty arsenal at your disposal including assault rifles, shotguns, marksman rifle and a Laserkraftwerk which allows you to blast enemies to smithereens. You’ll have plenty of enemy types to cut through including rank and file soldiers, big mech suit soldiers with heavy weaponry and robots that have massive lasers. B.J. has a few abilities though to help turn the tide of battle. Leaning is one such ability and it’s implemented very well. How it works is that if you hold the L1 button, it locks B.J. in place and you can then use the left stick to lean at different angles. It’s super useful. Earning a well placed few shots at a Nazi from a very awkward angle never gets old. B.J. also has the ability to dual-wield certain weapons to deal even more hefty damage to his foes. Press up on the d-pad and prepare to bring the carnage. While this is a pretty fun feature, it does limit your movement speed and it can result in you burning through ammo quite quickly. It also is restricted to two types of the same weapon. You can also find upgrades for weapons which give them different ammo types and fire modes. The Laserkraftwerk, for example, can be used to cut through certain boxes and materials which is pretty nifty.

In terms of how health works, it’s a hybrid between classic pick-ups and regeneration. You can recover health by picking up health packs and food throughout the game. Armor can be found as well to allow you to take some extra damage. If you take health damage and managed to find cover, you’ll eventually get 10 health points back. You also have the ability to overcharge your health. How this works is that if you end up picking up a health item that takes you over your max health, you get higher health points for a brief period which is quite useful. You can increase your max health by finding hidden health upgrades throughout some of the levels.

AI is decent for the most part. They will attempt to find cover in the heat of a firefight and they do try to flank you. Some of the heavy soldiers will also attempt to rush your position. I certainly didn’t notice any unusual behaviour from them. Boss fights are a bit unremarkable for the most part. The game pretty much spells out how to take them out and they don’t really put up much of a fight. The main exception being the final boss but even then, it really isn’t that hard.

The secret painting boss fight was an interesting idea though. Definitely a canvas for them to work on in the future. (Apologies for the bad pun and joke.)

The game does have a basic stealth system and it works fine. When you enter most of the areas in the game, you will be informed that there are two commanders in the area. Take them out without being spotted and you can sneak through the area without having to worry about reinforcements if you get spotted by an enemy. You can take down enemies stealthily by using a silenced pistol, throwing knives or by sneaking up to them and performing a takedown. Stealth can feel a little overpowered during some of the early sections because the pistol is super accurate and it only takes one headshot to take some of these enemies down. The game does balance this a bit better later on as areas are populated with more elite enemies that harder to kill without being spotted.

Being a Wolfenstein game, you would expect exploration to be a big part of the gameplay and it does play a part for sure. There are hidden areas to be found with collectibles such as the Enigma codes which can unlock new difficulties and cheat codes. You can also find hidden max HP upgrades and other stuff as well. Maps can be found in each level which will indicate possible hidden secrets with a question mark. Levels are definitely more linear than some of the prior Wolfenstein games so don’t expect huge hidden areas or levels.

Key and item hunting still exists of course. You will find doors that require a key or a tool needed to progress which requires a bit of skulking around to find that key or item. You see this especially in the Resistance HQ sections which occur after most of the levels. In these sections, you will be tasked with finding a certain item for a character to progress to the next level. There are also side missions where you can do the same thing for other characters in the HQ and completing these unlocks extras such as artwork. I’m mixed on the Resistance HQ sections overall. On the one hand, they’re good from a lore perspective because you can overhear conversations from some of the characters and there are newspaper clippings and notes to find which do a good job of building up the world. On the other hand, they do feel a little bit like filler. Swings and roundabouts, I suppose...

I don’t really have many issues with the gameplay as a whole. My only real gripe is how the weapon wheel works. Weapon wheels are commonplace on console because a controller doesn’t have many buttons when compared to a keyboard. Makes perfect sense. The New Order’s one however can be such a temperamental thing to use. How it’s supposed to work is that you hit the R1 button to bring up the wheel and then you use the right stick to pick the weapon you want. Sounds simple enough. In reality what happens is that the game ends up giving you the wrong weapon time after time. I can’t even begin to count the amount of times that I tried to switch to the assault rifle and the game switched me to the dual-wield pistols instead. It can be a bloody nuisance. Part of this is down to how sensitive the stick is when using the wheel. It’s way too fast. Also why do the dual-wield options even need to be there? You can already hit up on the d-pad to dual-wield a particular weapon plus I didn’t really need to dual-wield all that much so it’s just clutter. They could have cleaned this up a lot better. I also had issues with swapping back to the previous weapon. It would sometimes default back to the Laserkraftwerk even though it wasn’t my previous weapon. Thankfully these issues didn’t get me killed but they certainly got on my nerves a little bit.

Textbook schadenfreude here from one of the villains. Shouldn’t be that shocked really...

From a graphics point of view, Wolfenstein: The New Order still holds up remarkably well. It runs on the same idTech engine that powered Rage before it and it certainly looks great. Character models are well detailed and they animate well. Cutscenes are well framed and the angles are perfectly done. Environments are beautifully crafted with amazing detail so whether you are in rainy soaked London or even the friggin’ Moon, you feel immersed in the world of the game.

I wasn’t kidding about the Moon. Look Ma, I’m in space! (In a video game...)

The game is quite aliased on the consoles. You definitely see sharp and jagged edges at times. Plus the textures look a bit low-res when viewed up close, but the game still looks great, and I imagine the PC version cleans up most of this stuff anyway so there’s that.

Tumblr’s image compression doesn’t do this environment justice. Oh well. C’est la vie, I suppose...

I can’t fault the game’s sound though. All voice performances are pitch-perfect with Brian Bloom (the voice of B.J.) being the standout. The music is incredible too with a great balance between atmospheric tracks and hard edged ones when the action really kicks off. It’s composed by a guy named Mick Gordon. Don’t think he’s done anything of note since though.

In terms of length, you’re looking at about roughly 8-10 hours for a first time playthrough. There is replay value with the collectibles and the Timeline system. To briefly explain, the Timeline system is related to a choice you make at the start of the game which changes some of the characters you encounter during the game. It doesn’t drastically change much. The events remain the same. You just get some unique dialog and a scene or two. Not much else.

So as you can see, I think that Wolfenstein: The New Order is still a bloody good time. The shooting still feels great with some really meaty weapons, the story and characters are super engaging, and the presentation and sound still kicks some ass. It has some minor issues here and there, but this game is well worth experiencing. You can pick it up pretty cheap nowadays on most of the platforms and it does go on sale quite often.

It’s nice to go back sometimes and revisit a classic, isn’t it? 

Check back here soon for Part 2 of this where I take a look at The Old Blood. Until then, stay safe, folks!

[herradhighpriestess]

The Butcher and the Maiden

Summary:

Summaries are hard, has a definite foundation in the series for names, faces and identities but then goes in a different direction. An abducted Vought scientist, secret formula. Starts slow, but smut and major character deaths ahead. Becca isn’t a part of this Butcher’s world. Lots of triggers and consensual non-consensual activities afoot. I hope you enjoy, xoxo

Chapter One: Outpatient Surgery 

“Were you this much of a sniveling cunt before the Compound V or is this the effect?” Butcher growled before he depressed the trigger on the detonator and watched the Supe’s midsection explode from the C4 belt that Frenchie had wired together from phone charger cords.

“Goddammit Butcher, we needed to try and get some answers first. That’s the fifth Supe you’ve blown up, you know how hard they are to get a hold of,” Mother’s Milk growled as he shook his head.

Butcher chuckled as he wiped grey matter from his forehead. “He wasn’t going to give us anything, these fucking Supe’s are all the same.”

“How do you know? You didn’t even ask him anything?”

“No, but I got this,” Butcher said and tossed a laminated ID badge at MM’s broad chest.

MM examined the badge, seeing it was an access pass for one of Vought’s off-site research facilities.

“So, what, we’re going to go walk right in the front doors?”

“Something like that,” Butcher said with a smirk.

Both men looked to Starlight when she spoke from the doorway.

She couldn’t conceal her disgust at the blown apart and remaining visceral stump of the Supe and averted her gaze up to Hughie as he came to stand beside her.

“I could go there, if I got stopped, I could say I was returning the badge, that I found it.”

Hughie immediately began to protest and both Starlight and Butcher simultaneously interrupted him.

“Let me do this,” Starlight murmured.

“She’s a Supe, she’ll be fine,” Butcher grumbled and pushed past all of them.

Hughie followed him to the shabby bathroom as he wiped a damp cloth over the most obvious of the blood stains he could see and paused when Hughie didn’t move from the doorway.

“Stop getting distracted, your bird wants to help.”

Hughie blew out a breath and stepped aside so Butcher could find Frenchie and the Female and bring everyone together to discuss a way of getting into the Vought facility with the access badge.

Frenchie pulled up some info after hacking a Vought firewall and according to a glossary of Vought’s offsite facilities, this particular badge granted access to a building that was classified as Medical Research and Development.

Frenchie continued to check the schedules of the various companies that hauled away documents to be archived or shredded and trash abatement.

MM noted a few things that would be needed with a stubby pencil on a yellow pad of paper.

Everyone gathered around the dimly lit table in the rundown safehouse. As MM outlined a rough outline of the Vought facility, putting x’s on the entrances and rear access doors as well as the safety required fire escapes, Dr. Olivia Phillips pulled her luxury sedan into her reserved parking space behind the Vought Medical R&D building. She flipped down her visor and checked her teeth to make sure her breakfast bagel from the drive-thru espresso hut hadn’t left a poppyseed lodged in between her front teeth.

Olivia dabbed on a fresh coat of peach gloss before pulling her purse and backpack from the passenger seat. She juggled her coffee as she clicked her key fob and the car beeped twice.

She adjusted the thin strap of the hot pink backpack over her shoulder as her high heels clicked on the pavement of the freshly paved lot.

Olivia gritted her teeth as she slid her access badge and heard her co-worker Craig’s voice sound from behind her.

“Morning Florida,” he drawled.

She fought to keep tension from making her shoulders rise and plastered a saccharin sweet smile on her face before glancing back at him as the door buzzed loudly as it unlocked.

“Good morning Dr. Dalton,” she said and fought to not walk stiffly to the employee lounge and locker room as he called to her back. “Oh, come on, call me Craig.”

Olivia stuffed her bags in her locker and slipped on her lab coat before draining the last of her now tepid coffee and taking the stairs down to the sprawling lab in the basement.

She was buzzed in by security and washed her hands thoroughly before grabbing her daily inventory sheets and reviewing the notes left by the night shift.

Olivia pulled a few cultured specimens from one of the deep-freezes according to an urgent work order from a Vought scientist on the third floor. She tagged the specimen and checked the task off her task list.

Doctor Olivia Phillips had no idea that in just a few hours, her life was going to be completely turned upside down, shaken apart and turned inside out.

Olivia was listening to a voicemail and didn’t hear Craig until he tapped her on the shoulder.

She nearly dropped the phone as he held his hands up and pretended that he hadn’t purposefully made his approach as stealthy as possible.

“How’s it going Florida, what do you have planned for your Friday night?” he asked openly leering at her chest.

“I’ve asked you to not call me that,” Olivia said stiffly and deleted the voicemail.

“Sorry, sorry,” Craig said and leaned on the stainless-steel counter and pulled one of the ink pens from its mesh holder.

Olivia hated her pens getting stolen, so she decorated them with garish artificial hibiscus blossoms and gaudy feathers.

“Come get drinks with me tonight,” he said easily and deftly twirled the blooming pen in his long fingers.

Olivia reminded herself to keep smiling, “no thanks. I’m driving to my parent’s house this weekend, it’s their anniversary.”

“Bring me as your plus one,” he quickly countered.

She shook her head as her smile started to fail around the edges. “It’s just a small family get together; my mom hasn’t been feeling well.”

“You always have an excuse,” Craig said snarkily and shoved the pen back in the crowded holder.

As Olivia took in a deep inhale as the head of Vought’s R&D pouted, across town, MM, Butcher, Hughie and Starlight loaded into the dark nondescript van as Frenchie kick-started the foreign made motorcycle and the Female climbed onto the seat behind him, molding herself against him.

They started towards the Vought facility, obeying all traffic laws, and not drawing any unnecessary attention to themselves.

After checking to make sure it was Friday, they decided to approach through the delivery entrance.

There were several surveillance camera blind spots, but that facility wasn’t considered high-risk for break-ins.

As the van and motorcycle closed the distance between themselves and the facility, in the basement lab, Olivia blew out a relieved breath when Doctor Craig Dalton was paged on the overhead system and he had to leave.

She tapped her fingers on the stainless-steel counter as she listened to the next voicemail message and looked up at her educational accolades in matte grey frames with a simple ivory mat.

“Dad says this job is just a stepping stone,” she mumbled aloud, reminding herself that as soon as she logged enough hours she could get a better job in the main Vought laboratory downtown. She needed two-thousand hours with Dr. Craig Dalton before she could apply.

As she logged some chemical panel results from a high-pitched lab assistant in the downtown lab, MM and Butcher breached the service entrance and went to the right in search of the freight elevator that led to the basement as Hughie, Starlight, Frenchie and the Female took the second freight elevator to the first floor in search of the security office.

Olivia cranked the satellite radio station when one of best classic rock songs ever began to play.

As she sang along to the song in a blissfully unaware off-key tone, out in the hall, a security guard who was taking a smoke break returned early and turned the corner, nearly colliding with MM’s formidable frame.

The fresh-faced guard pulled his firearm as Butcher raised his own gun.

Several gunshots were rapidly exchanged and called the attention of two more nearby guards who began sprinting towards the sound of gunfire.

MM’s hand shot out and pulled the guard into a chokehold and easily snapped his neck, letting his body drop heavily to the gleaming linoleum.

Butcher and MM dashed into an alcove and exchanged gunfire with the two guards. MM threw a flash grenade down the hall and the inexperienced guards were too slow to react and shot wildly as the explosion disoriented them.

MM and Butcher’s sites each found a guard and ended them efficiently with a shot to the head and heart.

Butcher staggered and dropped to one knee as his side felt like it was coming apart. MM saw the blood soaking through his ribbed, grey shirt and half-pulled Butcher to the closest open door.

Olivia nearly fell off her padded stool when MM practically kicked in the door, dragging a bleeding Butcher behind him.

She fumbled for the phone as MM slammed the door shut and engaged the deadbolt.

“Put down the phone,” MM ordered calmly as he aimed his titanium gun at her.

Olivia nodded and replaced the phone and swallowed hard in relief when MM put the gun into his waistband. “You’re a doctor?”

Olivia nodded, not trusting herself to be capable of speech.

“Do you have the supplies here to help him?”

“It’s not really that kind of lab but there are some emergency supplies in the cabinet.”

“Get them,” MM shouted and Olivia scrambled to the cabinet and yanked out a plastic-handled case and nylon duffle bag of emergency supplies. She dropped next to Butcher as she yanked on a pair of snug-fitting green chemotherapy grade gloves.

MM watched Olivia as she yanked Butcher’s blood-soaked shirt out of the way and pressed a large, square gauze to the bullet’s entrance wound. MM dialed Frenchie and told them to pull the van around the back and that Butcher had been injured.

Olivia dug around in Butcher’s side and eventually her gloved fingertips brushed against the bullet lodged in his belly.

“You need to keep pressure on this,” Olivia said to Butcher as she needed both hands to get to the suture kit. The blood threatened to seep around her fingertips as she pressed a fresh white gauze to the wound.

Butcher looked at her and arched an eyebrow, his pupils seemed to truss her up and see inside her before he blinked and added with a ragged chuckle.

“I don’t have time for that love,” he grunted as he leveled his gun at the door as it was broken down and a pair of bulky guards rushed inside.

Olivia blew out a sharp breath and shifted until she could lean her hip against the bandage and hold pressure long enough to dig out a sterile needle and length of sterile suture.

Butcher tried to focus on the door and not the woman who within minutes of seeing him, had a gun pointed at her and was then saving his life. He let his eyes move over every bit of her exposed skin as she put several internal stitches to stop the bleeding and then stitched him close.

She felt herself flush at her uneven stitching. “It’s been a long time since you were in clinical, you stopped the bleeding and that’s what matters,” she told herself.

Olivia looked up startled as a skinny pale guy with huge, unblinking eyes and a cute blonde dropped into the room from an off-white ceiling panel.

“What the fuck is going on?” Olivia murmured to herself, but Butcher heard her. He kept his expression neutral and tried to conceal the pain that was radiating from under her busy, gloved hands.

Olivia taped the edges of a thick absorbent dressing as the skinny guy and blonde each got on a side of her impromptu surgical patient and hauled him to his feet.

She found herself walking with them as they scrambled out the rear of the building, pressing a sterile swab to the wound’s seeping edges.

Olivia shadowed Butcher’s half-carried steps until he helped half-slide himself into the back of a van and then started to back up with the intention of returning to the safety of the building.

“I’m going to need you to get in the van doctor, please don’t make me repeat myself,” MM ordered easily.

Olivia felt her bladder tighten at the emptiness in his words and nodded as she kept her eyes on MM’s broad frame as she climbed into the back of the van.

The skinny guy climbed behind the wheel as the blonde got into the passenger seat. The muscular man pulled the van’s doors closed and Olivia turned her attention back to the man she was pulling a bullet out of just minutes after seeing him for the first time.

Hughie pressed the accelerator and the van lurched as it gained speed. Olivia pressed two smooth fingertips against Butcher’s neck and found his rapidly pounding pulse.

“Don’t worry love, I’m still alive,” Butcher murmured as he sagged against the bare metal floor of the van.

“This will sting,” Olivia murmured as she started a saline IV on Butcher and only had large bore needles available that would part his flesh more than necessary.

She taped the plastic IV catheter in place and injected a broad-spectrum antibiotic, not trusting how sterile her technique was considering the field circumstances.

Butcher grunted and then fell silent as Olivia cleaned the coagulated blood off his side to make sure he had stopped bleeding.

Olivia glanced up at him, finding his eyes closed. “Are you with me?” she asked as she tore off a fresh strip of paper tape and affixed it to his side.

“Yes doctor, but I could use some mouth-to-mouth when you’re done there,” he murmured in a heavy, masculine tone despite the blood loss and ensuing state of shock.

Olivia shook her head and attended to the smaller wounds and lacerations Butcher had sustained as Hughie continued driving the van for another hour before pulling into a low-rent mechanic shop that would serve as the new safer safe house.

MM and Hughie flanked Butcher and moved him to an industrial green cot as Starlight held out her hand towards a visibly shaken and fish belly white Olivia.

“Hi, I’m Annie, I promise you’re going to be okay. Just bear with us a while as we get things straightened out.”

Olivia stared at Annie’s extended hand before tucking her hair behind her ears and clearing her throat.

“Hello, Olivia, Olivia Phillips,” she said and closed her hand around Annie’s as she stood from the rear of the van.

Annie trailed her eyes over Olivia’s blood splattered form. “Let me show you where you can clean up, I have some stuff you can change in to also.”

Olivia felt a touch of relief as she followed Annie to the rear of the auto shop and a shabby bathroom with glorious soap and hot water.

Annie set a stack of clean clothes on the counter and hovered outside the door as Olivia took a long time cleaning up. She washed her hair three times and scrubbed her fingernails until the cuticles threatened to bleed. She turned off the water when it began to cool off and dried with the rough towels before slipping into knit pants and a long-sleeved thermal top and blue-grey hoodie with a local burger chain’s brightly colored logo.

As Olivia got dressed, on the other side of the shop in a room that used to be the manager’s office, MM adjusted the lumpy pillow behind Butcher’s head.

MM paused and looked over when Olivia appeared in the doorway and moved to the other side of the cot. She peeked under the edge of the gauze dressing and nodded in satisfaction that the swelling had not increased nor a return of blood loss.

“Why don’t you go clean up,” Olivia said to MM, gesturing to his blood-stained hands and shirt.

“I’ll stay right here, I swear,” Olivia said dramatically and managed to keep from rolling her eyes.

MM finally nodded and went to clean up in the same cramped bathroom.

Olivia tucked the rough wool blanket around Butcher’s side and felt how saturated his shirt was with blood, sweat and topical antiseptic gel.

She tisked to herself and rooted around in the nylon bag she had carried with her from Vought, the company’s name in bold embroidery on the bag.

Olivia found a couple bottles of sterile water and spied a half-empty cardboard box of clean shop rags in the corner of the room.

She was tearing the cellophane seal on the first bottle of water when Butcher’s pained groan broke into her thoughts.

“Am I going to live?”

“I think so, just don’t aggravate the stiches by moving around too much,” she cautioned before she laid the back of her palm against his forehead as she counted his respirations.

Olivia flinched as he shot out his hand and captured her wrist, keeping her hand pressed to his forehead.

“You should get more rest,” she murmured as she tried to tug her hand free.

Butcher nodded in agreement and gave her wrist a final squeeze before releasing her.

The instant knot dissolved in Olivia’s gut when he let go of her and she adjusted the linen up and around his shoulders.

MM reappeared at the very moment her phone chimed from deep inside her lab coat’s pocket. He crossed the room in three long strides and yanked at her jacket, ripping the pocket until he could close his large hand around her phone.

He frowned as his eyes moved over the text message.

“Are you okay Florida? Call me ASAP,” MM read aloud from the rectangular screen.

“Is that some fucking Vought code?”

Olivia shook her head and stared at her phone solidly in his grip. “It’s a stupid nickname, that’s my direct supervisor.”

Butcher hovered between a conscious and unconscious state, but he heard the stupid nickname and tucked it away for later reference.

Annie rapped on the door jamb and broke the growing heaviness in the small room. “You should get some rest too, we’ll take turns keeping an eye on him,” she said authoritatively nodding towards the passed-out Butcher.

Olivia nodded and followed Annie to another room that had a couple chairs and broken-down sofa kept company by a buzzing, blinking vending machine.

She ate a bag of stale sour cream and onion potato chips and can of flat soda before curling up on the sofa with a similarly scratchy wool blanket that Annie had left for her.

Olivia settled on to her back and shifted uncomfortably as she stared up at the water-stained ceiling.

Her frenzied, stressed mind and physical shock response had her thinking of the most unimportant things.

“I forgot to mail the mortgage,” she whispered to the empty room as she thought about the rectangular envelope on her hallway oak entry table. “Will I ever get to wear that new DVF to Caroline’s wedding?” she murmured before sleep finally conquered her taxed system.

Hours passed as she slept, her future still murky and composed of the unknown.

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- “Hit It From the Back”

In September of 1998, D Generation X did a commercial with the Undertaker and Kane, where they played tennis against those two.

You've seen what DX did behind the scenes when the cameras weren't rolling, and they were pretending to spank each other with a tennis racket, which gave you an idea.

However, this idea isn't complete without Shawn Michaels, who isn't in the WWF this month, sadly, but luckily, by the end of 1998, Shawn was back in the WWF again, this time as

Not just that, but 2 sexy newcomers, one named Christian, the other named Test, had joined the WWF.

The Hardy Boyz were back in the WWF again, and Billy Gunn's hair has grown longer, how wonderful is that?

By the end of 1998, December or November of that year to be exact, when you had some free time, you walked over to these wrestlers you wanted to invite to your rendezvous and shared your plan with them, as well as asked them if they're available.

They loved this idea, but hopefully they won't get in trouble for it.

You also told them to slightly dress how they dress in the WWF and even act like the characters they play in the WWF, although you told Val Venis not to dress in his signature towel wrapped around his thighs since it's cold outside, as well as told Christian to not dress in that puffy long sleeved white shirt and tights combo he wears on "Monday Night Raw".

Plus, Christian doesn't have to play his vampire character in the WWF.

Not to mention, Shawn doesn't have to wear those suits he's been wearing on "Monday Night Raw" at the end of 1998, he can go dressed like he did in the summer of 1998 this year when he made guest appearances on "Raw".

You also told Shawn to let his hair down and not be tied back in a ponytail, you prefer him when his hair is laying down.

You ushered them to a nearby tennis court, which was luckily empty, and brought a big tennis bag with you.

You walked up to the slick wooden bench by the court and placed the bag on top of that bench, where you pulled the zipper all the way down, opening that bag.

When you walked up to that bench, your nipples were poking out of your bikini top over how cold it is outside, though it was cold inside as well.

Before you could do anything, you started to take your bikini top off, untying the strings apart behind your back and neck, and placed that bikini top in the bag.

It might be getting cold at the end of 1998, but like Cardi B says, a ho never gets cold.

As you took your bikini top off, these wrestlers you've invited spread ear to ear smiles on their faces, roaring "yyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" and making some cheesy wolf whistles at you.

You were smiling naughtily, taking your top off cheekily as if you're doing a striptease.

After your top was in the bag, you pulled out a tennis racket with one hand and a fuzzy tennis ball with the other.

These wrestlers you've invited followed you, pulling out tennis rackets out of the bag, where you zipped the bag up after they all got a racket.

You walked over to an empty part of the court, whereas these male wrestlers walked over to the opposite side of the court you were standing on.

Once they were all standing in front of you, you threw the ball in the air and quickly lifted your racket up, the racket you were holding swiftly hit the ball, where the ball fell to the other side of the court.

One of the other wrestlers feet scrambled up to that tennis ball, trying to hit that ball before it goes out of bounds, and luckily the racket hit the ball towards your side of the court.

You quickly fired back by swerving and hitting the ball with your racket, your skirt going up when you leaped up from the ground, the ball going back to the wrestler's side of the court.

You wore no underwear underneath your skirt and that was one of your intentions.

You and these wrestlers shot back at each other trying to hit that ball, running up to the ball and hitting it with a racket.

These wrestlers noticed how you weren't wearing any panties under your skirt, which made them grin from ear to ear, roaring out "yyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaahhh!" and making a few "wolf whistles" at you, like when you took your bikini top off.

There's a reason why you're playing tennis topless and without panties, try to guess why.

When you were kicking their asses in tennis, you were hopping up and down, letting your tits bounce up and down, sometimes even shaking your tits back and forth.

You were intentionally doing this to sexually arouse these men standing across from you, and it was working, they roaring and smiling in delight, sounding like they did when you took your bikini top off.

You actually don't care about playing tennis, you want these wrestlers to see your tits bouncing up and down and you without panties, even though they've seen your tits bouncing up and down and you without panties before.

While playing tennis is fun and all, you don't just wanna play tennis with them.

"Hey boys!" you shouted. "I don't wanna play tennis anymore"

You raised your voice so they can hear you.

You've told them other plans you have for this moment, and they know what comes next.

You walked up to the other opposite side of the court where these wrestlers were standing and stopped in front of the tennis net, gripping onto the top of the net.

Triple H, Christian, Shawn, Billy, Jeff and Val walked up to you, whereas Test walked around to the opposite side of the court, where you previously played tennis.

When Jeff was very close to you, he crouched down on the ground, until his head was in between your thighs.

Test, meanwhile, walked up to in front of you despite him being on the opposite side of the court.

"Test" you said to him, your eyes looking up at him and your finger running up and down his chest. "You wear a size 14 shoe, that's a pretty big size"

Test was staring down at you with his towering height, your hand caressing up and down his chest.

"Y'know what they say about men with big feet?" you asked him. "That men with big feet have big cocks"

One of your hands slid down his pants, where your hand could feel his erection.

"And since we're playing tennis" you chirped "Can I play with your balls?"

Your hands gently squeezed his balls, which made him smile and chuckle at you, and you smiled right back at him.

You don't just wanna play with Test's balls, you wanna play with these other wrestlers' balls as well.

Speaking of those other wrestlers, when they were standing right behind you and close to you, Triple H and Shawn Michaels grabbed the bottom of your skirt and lifted it up, exposing your bare naked ass without any panties underneath, not even a thong.

These wrestlers eyes grew wild seeing your naked ass.

Triple H (or any other wrestler) could always pull your skirt down to your ankles, but Jeff's head is in between your thighs, though Jeff could move his head out of the way when your skirt's sliding down your ankles.

One of your hands is unbuckling Test's belt, where you pulled his pants down slightly until his genitals were exposed out in the open.

The upper half of your body bent down into Test's genitals, letting his cock enter your open mouth, where you proceeded to suck his dick, your lips wrapped around his shaft.

When you sucked his cock, one of your hands was cupping his balls, where they gently squeezed his nuts.

Jeff Hardy, on the other hand, his tongue was roaming up your pussy, tasting your salty twat.

Since you're busy sucking cock right now and sticking your ass out in front of these other wrestlers, now's the time to do it.

Triple H pulled his racket a few inches back, only to quickly and swiftly crash his racket's into one of your ass cheeks, the strings on his racket pressing your ass cheek and flattening it.

When that racket hit your ass, it made you jump and yelp a bit, your ass stinging from him spanking your ass.

You really hope that Jeff doesn't get hurt when these wrestlers spank your ass with that racket, considering he's in between your legs eating your twat out.

Triple H then pulled that racket away from your ass, the racket's net leaving a red checkered pattern on your ass which hopefully will go away soon.

Shawn was the next one to spank your ass, hitting your other ass cheek with the tennis racket he's holding as well.

Your ass stung when the rackets smacked your ass, the strings digging into the flesh of your ass cheeks.

Shawn pulled the racket away from your ass, where he proceeded to try to slide your skirt down.

Triple H saw Shawn try to slide your skirt down one of your legs, so Triple H followed and helped slide your skirt down.

Jeff could eventually feel and notice your skirt sliding down your legs, so he moved his head out of the way so your skirt can glide down your legs.

Triple H and Shawn like a team pulled your skirt all the way down to your ankles, exposing more of your ass to these men.

Their eyes grew wild seeing your ass, smiling from ear to ear and roaring "yyyyyyeaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!" and even making some wolf whistles at you.

Once your skirt was at your ankles, Jeff buried his face into your twat, licking at your pussy.

These wrestlers behind you, Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Val Venis and Christian, all proceeded to smack and spank your ass with the tennis rackets they're holding.

Your ass was turning pink from them smacking your ass, getting a checkered print on both of your ass cheeks.

After Triple H smacked your ass with a tennis racket, Val Venis smacked your butt with a racket right after, only for Christian to quickly hit your ass with a racket.

They were unleashing their fury when they spanked your ass with those rackets, holding the rackets horizontally in their hands.

You were trying not to cry and yelp while they spanked your ass.

Meanwhile, while you're busy sucking on Test's cock, precum is spilling out of his penis head's slit, your mouth is there to swallow and gulp that precum down.

The pad of your thumb is making circles on his scrotum, over one of his nuts.

He lifted his hand and placed it on top of your head, lacing his fingers through your hair.

He was enjoying you blowing him off as well as playing with your nuts, he could nearly lean his head back and get into this moment.

Heh, no wonder in the next decade he wanted to call his fans "Testicles".

Get it? TEST-icles?

When these men behind you are smacking your ass with those tennis rackets, they spanking you are pushing you into Test's genitals.

Jeff's tongue is roaming all over your twat, tasting your cunt, sometimes flicking and licking his tongue on your clit, the most sensitive part of your body.

While you're getting smacked on the ass and getting your pussy eaten,  you're moaning while Test's cock is in your mouth, your mouth buzzing around his shaft.

Test leaned his head back, his eyes rolling in the back of his head over how good this feels.

Are you going to get arrested for indecent exposure as well as having sex in public?

You really hope not.

Wonder if other wrestlers are gonna go outside and look at you get spanked while you suck cock and have your twat eaten out?

Just as long as they don't call the police.

Your mouth is going up Test's shaft while you suck his dick, and while you're bending there topless, you've gotta ask this question.

You pulled yourself up from Test's cock, much to his dismay, so you could ask these men behind you a question.

"Guys!" you interrupted, turning your head and looking at the men behind you. "Y'wanna suck both of my tits?"

They all smiled from ear to ear hearing that, nodding their heads.

"However, only 2 men will suck on both of my tits" you reminded them.  "But you'll all get a turn"

"Who are the 2 men?" Christian asked.

"Shawn and Triple H" you replied.

Shawn and Triple H smiled hearing this, considering they're both close friends.

They leaned into your breasts, where they proceeded to start sucking your tits.

Wonder if they could suck your tits while spanking your ass?

You, on the other hand, went back to what you were doing, sucking on Test's cock, sucking up any precum that spills out of his slit or down his shaft.

While the other wrestlers behind you are disappointed they won't see your tits, they've already seen your breasts before, even a few minutes ago, so they shouldn't be disappointed.

These wrestlers behind you, meanwhile, continued to spank and smack your ass with those tennis rackets.

While you were sucking on Test's penis, your eyes were keeping a lookout at your bag on the bench, so no one will steal it.

As you're getting hit in the ass with various tennis rackets as well as getting your tits sucked and cunt eaten, you're moaning and whimpering while having a cock inside your mouth.

The tips of Shawn and Triple H's tongues are running around in circles on your areolas while they suck your breasts.

Not just that, but even while they were busy sucking and licking your tits, they still proceeded to try to smack your ass while holding tennis rackets.

You can feel Triple H and Shawn's breath on your nipples and areolas, and their warm breaths are making your clit jump start.

Even though it's cold outside, these men are heating you up while you're naked.

Test is filling your stomach up with his precum thanks to you swallowing his precum up.

Shawn and Triple H are making you wetter as they suck and lick your nipples, so wet, you feel like your pussy will release cum out of its pores.

You aren't faking an orgasm, you really are moaning while Jeff is eating your twat out and have the 2 former leaders of DX (and arguably the most famous members of that faction) suck your nipples.

They're building you up like you're riding a rollercoaster and about to reach the top.

Pretty soon, your twat leaked some cum out of your pussy hole, your clit pounding and beating like a heartbeat when it happened.

However, it's not done yet until someone else cums, try to guess who?

You've been sucking on Test's cock for quite a long time, and pretty soon, he jizzed inside your mouth, only for you to swallow all that cum in your mouth.

Your mouth is trying to suck and clean off all the cum off of his shaft.

While these men are beating your ass with those tennis rackets, you're getting these very ugly patterns on your ass cheeks thanks to the nets of these rackets slightly engraved on your cheeks.

But don't worry, they'll go away soon.

Once your tongue didn't seem to taste any cum on his shaft or penishead, you pulled your face away from his genitals.

You're really tempted into sucking on his nuts, though these other wrestlers will probably find it nasty that you'll suck their cocks after you sucked someone's balls, and you don't know whether or not how his scrotum tastes.

"Test" you said "I'm really tempted to suck your nuts, considering we're on a tennis court and I've asked to play with your balls"

Test's beady eyes grew wild, he slightly jumped back in surprise.

These other wrestlers heard what you said, they got a little shocked hearing that, though considering you're standing outside completely naked, they really shouldn't be so surprised.

"I'm afraid these other men won't want their dicks sucked after I sucked your balls" you confessed, thumbing to the men behind you. "And your nuts might taste nasty"

Test shrugged his shoulders.

"Do whatever you want" he suggested.

Maybe another day, even tomorrow.

"I won't do it" you decided "Maybe tomorrow we can do that"

He nodded his head, understanding you.

You ordered Test to walk around the tennis net to where you're standing, whereas you ordered Jeff Hardy to get out from in between your legs.

He moved himself from in between your legs, where he stood up.

Since you told Test to move to where he previously is, guess that means Triple H and Shawn have to move themselves, so they pulled themselves away from your breasts, your nipples leaving their mouths.

You told Jeff Hardy now it's his turn to get a blowjob and Test's turn to eat your pussy out, so now Test crouched down on the ground and put his hands on your hips, where he lifted you up and placed your pussy on his mouth, where he proceeded to lick your twat.

Test is the tallest out of all of these men, that's why he lifted you up.

Hopefully you won't suffocate him when you sit on his face.

You can feel his facial hair bristling on your pussy while you sit on his mouth.

You slid your hand down Jeff's pants, where he was busy unzipping and unbuckling his pants, pulling his pants and boxers down until he exposed his genitals to you.

You then told Val Venis and Billy Gunn they're next to suck your tits, so they walked up to your breasts and started sucking on both of them.

You bent down to Jeff's genitals and started sucking onto his cock, as well as cupped his nuts with your hand, fondling and squeezing your nuts.

While you gave head to Jeff, Shawn and Triple H as well as Christian proceeded to spank and beat your ass with the nets of tennis rackets.

Val and Billy, too, tried to smack and spank your ass while they sucked your nipples.

You wish Rob Van Dam could be here, he's so damn sexy.

Later on, each of these wrestlers surrounding you all got chances to eat your pussy and suck your tits as well as got their cocks sucked.

When Triple H, Shawn, Billy, Christian, Jeff and Val got their cocks sucked, all of them shouted "suck it!" while doing DX's crotch chop.

You swallowed all of their precum as well as jizz in general.

Sometimes, you wrapped your fingers around their shafts and used their cocks like a lipstick, rubbing the tips of their penis heads across your lips, getting their sperm on your lips.

Looking at this orgy, you'd love for them to cum on your face and maybe even your tits, you also would love for them to fuck you on the tennis court, but maybe next time this will happen.

Surprisingly, this orgy doesn't have Jim Cornette, an iconic, legendary wrestling manager notorious for holding a tennis racket.

Though Jim Cornette hates you and thinks you're a ho, and you're not sexually attracted to him on the outside.

This orgy might even be better if other people were watching it, though thank goodness you didn't get arrested for indecent exposure.

And unlike the Undertaker vs. DX playing tennis commercial, this will not play on television.

Even though Val Venis is pretty hot, someone like Rob Van Dam is way hotter, and sometimes, you imagined Rob Van Dam spanking you with a tennis racket as well as suck your tit, suck his cock and eat your twat out.

You also imagined Shawn in the summer of 1998 and in 1997 sometimes spanking you with a tennis racket as well as suck your nipple, eat your twat and while you gave him oral sex, that was the hottest Shawn has ever looked by far, not to mention imagined Triple H at the beginning of 1998 spanking you, eat your twat, suck your tit and while you sucked his cock.

Though, Triple H looked hot again at the end of 1998, so did Shawn.

[beetlebitchywitch]

Rockstar!Beetlejuice

Hi my name is Kat and I have so many more things that I’m SUPPOSED to be writing but @yankyo @sapphic-florals and @beetlejuicebeadoll told me to post this so blame them ok bye

CW: Bondage, D/s themes, consensual forced orgasms 

You decide very early on in your relationship with Beetlejuice that you hate Ivan Pavlov with a burning passion. 

You know that the man only discovered classical conditioning rather than inventing it, but that bastard still put a name to it, and you needed to blame someone for the night’s events. You’re backstage at one of Beetlejuice’s concerts, lounging in his dressing room with a beer in hand when the monitor in the corner begins blasting the audio from the arena. All at once, you’re assaulted by the shredding of an electric guitar combined with the deep rasp of Beetlejuice’s voice, and God does it make your fingers clench into your skirt, suddenly aware of how wet your panties feel beneath it. You can’t really be blamed, you decide- it’s not your fault that Beej fucked you for the first time in a single-stall bathroom while his band was rehearsing, singing his songs in your ear as he came inside you in a way that forever intertwined the two stimuli.

...OK, so it might kind of be your fault. 

But still, it frustrates you. Here you are, a hot piece of ass all hot and bothered with not even Beetlejuice there to relieve your tension. The only thing you had was your right hand...and, well, no one was around to see you, right? Smirking, you slip your panties off and toss them aside, spreading your legs and letting your fingers slowly begin to circle your clit. You whimper softly and increase the pressure, letting your body relax into the couch cushions. You hear the band cut out, signalling their short break between their first and second set, but you simply don’t care. You need to cum, and if Beetlejuice got an eye full of what his music did to you, no harm done, you suppose.

You don’t even have the decency to stop when he strides into the room. He pauses in the doorway, out of breath with his cock already beginning to harden at the sight of you. His eyes narrow as he takes you in, almost as if he’s assessing you. 

“And just what do you think you’re doing, shit for brains?” And fuck his voice is so rough and you can’t even answer, you just throw your head back and moan. His voice is what got you like this in the first place, so listening to it all blown out and raspy certainly isn’t helping things. You meet Beej’s eyes again and despite the hardness in his pants, he looks more annoyed than aroused. “Pet, if your hands aren’t by your sides in the next ten seconds, you’re gonna wish you were never born,” he drawls out lazily, his casual tone paired with the threatening words sending chills up your spine. You smirk a little, pressing two fingers inside of you with a hiss. 

“But babe, you sounded so good out there, I couldn’t help myself. I just wanna cum.”

And then, oh, he’s grinning so wickedly that you suddenly second guess yourself.

“Well, isn’t that sweet. My princess gets all wet because of my music? Hmm...I think I can work with that.”

In less than a heartbeat he snaps his fingers, a small object appearing in his hand. He approaches you slowly, sneering as he watches the fear spread over your features as invisible hands grip your wrists and ankles, pinning your hands by your side and keeping your legs spread. He kneels down, humming appreciatively at how wet he managed to get you before showing you...a small, black and white striped vibrator. Your eyes widen, searching his gaze for any sign of mirth- there’s none. He’s entirely serious. He quirks an eyebrow, waiting for your silent approval, which you give by relaxing your body, settling further into the couch. His smile only widens as he slides the vibrator inside you, pressing one short kiss on the inside of your thigh before collecting himself and heading towards the door. He looks back at you one last time, his smug grin sending a red flush to your cheeks. 

“You wanna cum, pet?” he asks, hand gripping the doorknob. “Fine.” 

And the door slams shut.

The weird thing is, though, the vibrator doesn’t seem to be on. You’re practically trembling with anticipation waiting for it, but it doesn’t come. Not, of course, until you hear the cheers of the crowd signaling the return of the band to the stage. You hear Beetlejuice adjusting one of the strings on his guitar through the monitor, and you jolt. You could’ve sworn the vibrator had buzzed a little just now. 

...Oh. Oh no. 

With no warning, their next set begins with a long, drawn out chord from Beej’s guitar that has you biting your lip to keep from screaming. The vibrator has come to life inside you, it’s vibrations perfectly in sync with the volume and frequency of his music. He’s controlling your pleasure from 100 feet away and he’s doing it in front of a crowd of thousands. The very thought plus his intense playing drags the first of many orgasms from you, and by the way your muscles are tensing, you’re very clearly barreling towards your second. 

No harm done. Yeah, that was total bullshit. 

His second set lasts a full hour. You’ve lost track of how many times you’ve cum, but considering that the floor of the dressing room is absolutely soaked, you’re guessing at least 10. The worst (or best) part of it all is you can hear Beej giving the performance of his life. He’s playing his guitar so intensely, every strum sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your entire body, and you know it’s all for you. Your voice is absolutely shot from screaming, thankfully drowned out by the music, and your tears have been free flowing for at least 20 minutes, soaking both yourself and the couch. You’re just about ready to summon him off the stage to finally fuck you when, thank God, the concert is over. The vibrator shuts off and you release all of the pent up tension in your body, crying openly as you finally receive some relief from the unrelenting pleasure.

It’s then that Beetlejuice chooses to make his grand reentrance, strolling casually into the dressing room to find his precious little breather soaked with tears and her own cum, shaking like a leaf in her bonds with mascara running in trails down her face. Oh, how delicious. 

“I have to say, pet, I am impressed. I’ve trashed some dressing rooms in my time but this, well, this really takes the cake.” 

God, that smug fucking smirk on his face makes you want to either slap him or cum again. He approaches you and reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb. You smile at his touch, leaning into it as much as you can with the invisible hands still restraining you. He kneels in front of you with a fond smile, resting his hands on your inner thighs. “Let’s get you home, hmm?” 

And just as he’s about to pull the vibrator out again, you hear it. 

Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice. 

The crowd’s chanting sends a shit-eating grin to Beej’s face, and he stands up, only growing more amused at the growing look of fearful realization on your face. Just before they say his name for the third time, he sends you a wink. 

“Heh, sorry babes. Encore.”

Beetlejuice.

And then he’s gone.

[neworleansspecial]

Summary: Grace has a present for Marjan. (NSFW)

WC: 1.1k | AO3

Series: Grace’s Good Girl (2/?) | Stand Alone: Yes

Marjan is already on her knees when Grace gets home. She’s perfect like that, always ready as soon as they have a scene planned. Her eyes are wide and adoring when they meet Grace’s before skittering away respectfully. Such a good girl, a good sub. Grace has a surprise for her fresh from the post office, wrapped in a velvet bag once she pulled it from the box. They’ve discussed it, and Marjan helped pick it out, but she isn’t expecting it to be here yet. 

“Hello, Mistress.”

“Hello, beautiful,” Grace answers.

Marjan flushes and sets about untying Grace’s shoes and removing them for her. It’s part of their ritual. It helps ease Marjan into her submissive headspace, just like stripping down and kneeling for her. This new surprise will do the same. 

“To the couch. Crawl for me.”

Grace walks to the couch in the living room, Marjan crawling beside her. It’s the humiliation, the power trip, that makes them both wet. Briefly, Grace considers getting her pads to protect her knees and hands when she crawls so they can indulge in it more often. She sits down and stretches out, dropping her purse and the velvet bag next to her, smirking when Marjan eyes it with curiosity. 

“I have something for you,” she says. “Eyes closed.”

Dutifully, Marjan obeys, and tips her chin up at Grace’s gentle nudging. She opens the velvet bag to pull out a dark red, supple leather collar. It’s beautifully made -Italian- and Marjan’s face lights up when she puts it on her. There’s a matching leash, too, but for now Grace stops at the collar. It looks lovely against Marjan’s deep tan skin. She smiles as Marjan opens her eyes and cups her face. 

“How do you feel?”

Marjan brings a hand up to feel the collar with a small grin. “Safe. Loved. Wanted.” She pauses. “Owned.”

Exactly as Grace wanted her to feel. She runs her foot up the seam of Marjan’s thighs, pleased when she parts them, and nods to give her permission to grind. It’s always beautiful to watch her when she’s desperate, but especially doing something as debasing as this. Usually, Grace takes a gentler approach, but there’s something very nice about letting out a more heavy-handed side of herself. Plus, she knows Marjan loves it. 

“Don’t come yet,” she warns. “I don’t want you to tired when you fuck me tonight.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Marjan lifts her hips to rut against the ball of Grace’s foot and makes a pitiful sound of pleasure, one that turns breathy when Grace tugs on the D-ring of her collar. Oh, what a beautiful sight the leash would be with it. Grace reaches over to retrieve it and clips it on before looping the end of the lead around her hand. She reclines back against the couch, pulling as she does to watch Marjan draw forward and gasp as she pleasures herself. 

She can feel how wet Marjan is, and she knows her well enough to tell when Marjan is close to coming.She pulls away before Marjan can finish and tries not to smirk at the disappointed whimper her movement earns. 

“C’mon, now, let’s go to the bedroom so you can take care of me.”

She stands up and keeps the leash in hand, tightening the slack such that Marjan gets the hint not to follow suit. On her hands and knees, Marjan crawls beside her on their way to the bedroom, her hips swaying and her breasts hanging down. Grace considers what she would look like with nipple clamps. That’ll be a discussion for later. For now, she just gets them both to the bedroom and orders Marjan up onto the bed to ease the ache on her knees while Grace picks out a toy. Reluctantly, she drops the leash, but it’ll be back in her hand soon enough. 

When she selects a strap, their pink one, she returns to the bed and slips the harness up Marjan’s long legs, prompting her with a tap to her hip to lift up off the bed so Grace can finish securing it. There’s always something particularly lovely about this- the contrast of the silicon to Marjan’s soft skin, the knowledge of what Marjan will give to her. All of it. It’s beautiful, Marjan is beautiful, and her soft eyes turn hungry watching Grace undress to match her.

“Be a good girl,” Grace says, and Marjan nods. She always tries. “Stay still for me.”

Grace picks back up the leash in one hand and uses the other to guide the strap into herself. It’s a little bit of a stretch with no prep first, but she takes her time sinking down, making eye contact with Marjan. Her pupils have dilated to make her already dark eyes appear pure black, bright with excitement. 

Once Grace’s ass is pressed to Marjan’s hips, she pulls on the leash to make Marjan sit up on her elbows. Face to face, it’s that much more powerful than anything else. Marjan watches Grace as she moans and whimpers, clearly wanting to touch her but knowing better than to do so without permission. Luckily, Grace wants it just as bad today, and tells her she can touch. Immediately Marjan’s hands are on her, skimming up her hips and to her breasts, seemingly unsure where to settle when there’s so much for her to touch. 

“Be a good girl, now, Marj,” she says, still waiting for Marjan to find a place to rest her hands. “You wanna make me feel good, right?”

“Of course, Mistress.”

“So be useful with your touch.”

Marjan takes the hint to brace one hand against Grace’s hip and use the other to play with her clit. Between that and the steady fucking of Grace riding the strap, she’s close pretty quickly. She murmurs a warning, to which Marjan responds by speeding up her movements and raising her hips to provide extra power to each of Grace’s thrusts. In moments, she’s coming, overwhelmed, shivering through the pleasure of it while Marjan keeps helping until it’s too much and Grace has to pull away. 

“Good girl,” she praises, standing on shaking legs to remove Marjan’s harness and set the toy aside to clean later. “Do you think you’ve earned an orgasm?”

“Only if you want to give me one, Mistress.”

Grace tugs on the leash to bring Marjan forward. “Not today, I think; I want to see how needy I can make you. 

[kerwritesthings]

The Exquisite Taste of Love

Summary: Everyone’s love language is different and special, getting to share that with the one who you call your heart is something else entirely

Word Count: almost 5.2k (Oops? But not really!)

Warning: tooth rotting sweetness, a touch of naughty and a whole lotta of love

Author Notes: What started out as inspiration from a gif, because the muse likes her pretty, evolved into the idea of a cute little Valentine’s Day blurb which then morphed into a bit of a love letter to the folks in this crazy corner of fandom who have been my biggest cheerleaders when it has come to my writing, with such open arms and friendship. My Valentine’s Day gift to them (and even to the rest of you) – but specially for @whenidance​, @parkerdavis​, @sinplisticshawn​, @fallinallincurls​, @illumecherry​, @hollandraul​ - y’all will notice little special fun in here for each and every one of you. My little love language gifts to you <3 

This, as always, falls again in line with this little world I’ve created, but again can be read as a stand-alone one shot piece, however I would recommend taking a read so you understand the build and the dynamics  – the masterlist of everything can be found here. 

“Can we do a baking night, like a date night?” he inquires, slinging himself against your back and nuzzling into your neck as you finish packing the cookies scattered across the kitchen island into Tupperware. You tried to get a jump on it this year, it’s your tradition to always gift your friends and family little homemade treats for Valentine’s Day. This year, you included adding in plans for special batches for some of Shawn’s team and his family, as well as a surprise for Shawn himself. Tonight’s adventure was for the folks whose items must hit the mail to get their treats in time.

“Wait, did I hear you right?” you giggle. “You, you’re asking to do something in the kitchen? By choice? That has nothing to do with trying to mix drinks?”

“Hey,” he whines, drawing out the y, licking sloppily at the side of your neck. “Can’t get better if I don’t try to learn right? And this is fun stuff, not like chicken or broccoli or pasta.”

“Baking is a lot more precise though than cooking. You need to follow recipes and instructions down to a tee,” you explain. “But you’re right, you won’t get better without trying it more. We’ll start with something a little on the easier side. I was going to do salted caramel cheesecake brownies and chocolate covered strawberries for your family to drop off on Friday. We can make them together.”

“Yay,” he replies, blowing a raspberry against your skin. “What else do you have to do?”

“Nothing else tonight thank goodness, these baby Linzer tarts and chocolate cherry truffles were enough,” you tell him as you package up the last of the chocolates. “I still need to make chocolate pretzel drops and spritz cookies for my office. The boys are going to get the crazy squares they inhaled the last time they were here, so I’m going make those for them. Need to figure out what to send the rest of your out of town contingent. Maybe Nanaimo bars. I may have something up my sleeve for you too, but you will have to wait and see on that.”

He shifts you about in his hold, pressing you into the back of the island before kissing you soundly. “I love that all my folks are now tangled up in your traditions, especially when they don’t need to be.”

“Of course, they do,” you state so matter of factly with a smile. “They’re a part of my life now too. You love them, so. Hell, I even have come to love some of them, despite me questioning why on a few.”

He laughs, swinging you around in his arms before sitting you down on the island before cupping your cheeks. The next thing you know, he’s kissing you again, “I love you. Now let’s plan out the next couple days of your crazy baking adventures.”

The next night while he’s locked away in the studio, Skype session with some of the LA crew you think, you at least get the dough made for the spritz cookies, settling in the fridge to chill, and the crazy squares done for his friends here at home. You’re elbows deep in coconut shortbread when you hear him padding down the hall.

“Ok whatever that it, it smells amazing. Coconut, vanilla and what else is in that?” he asks, hopping on the counter behind you. His long legs start swinging and his socked heels tapping against the cabinets like he’s a child.

“These my dear, are the Nanaimo bars. Or at least my version,” you explain, pushing your hair back off your face with your forearm not to get dough all over the place. “More coconut, vanilla and caramel than chocolate. It’s a coconut vanilla shortbread base, it’ll have a vanilla bean studded caramel custard in the middle. That’s in the fridge already, then I’ll do a chocolate caramel coconut topping for them. Figure little taste of Canada to send out to the rest of your folks.”

“I have no idea how you do it, but it looks and smells yummy. Think we can find candles that smell like this somewhere? That’s a scent I could get used to around here. Could sneak one on the road too, have for when I’m missing you,” he replies, poking his nose in some of the new Tupperware you have on the back counter by him. “What are these? They smell different, they’re not that.”

“Those are the crazy squares. It’s basically like a kitchen sink cookie, but in bar form. And since your friends are human garbage disposals when it comes to eating, I think it’s a good choice,” you get out through a laugh. “Oatmeal, chocolate chips, pretzels, potato chips, peanut butter and a little bit of toffee.”

“My little baking machine,” he comments with a tiny grin, stealing a small bar from the container he was sniffing in. “Damn, these are really good.”

“Shawn,” you yell, flicking the towel that was over your shoulder at his knee. “Those are gifts! No eating the presents. You’ll get your own treats.”

“’M sorry, but not really,” he mumbles through a mouth full of crazy square. “Ooh! We need cards to go with these.”

“What? No, baby we don’t,” you try to explain. “The gift is the goodies.”

“Nope. Cards. Have to,” he says, hopping down from the counter then hip bumping you. “At least for my parents, my sister, and then of course Didi and Tomas too. Maybe a stupid one for Cez to make him laugh.”

He drops a kiss to the tip of your nose, “I’ll handle it. Where did you stash all that extra craft stuff from when you had the A and all her girls over? The fancy scissors and all the paper?”

You have no idea what he’s up to, but you know you’re not going to be able to get him off this train. “Clear bin. Guest room closet, right hand side,” you describe. “Should be the one right on top.”

He scurries off and you just have to roll your eyes, biting back the giggle bubbling up. He’s such a softie. You love it, despite your reticence on his need for cards.

While you finish off the trays of bars, get the spritz cookies in the oven and start the chocolate pretzel drops, he’s stationing himself in the living room cross-legged in front of the coffee table. He’s awfully quiet, minus a hum here and there. You only hear the shuffling of papers and the click swish from scissors. You decide to let him be and have his fun, it gives you the time to finish off more than you were planning for the night.

When you’re done, you come out to a living room that’s just exploding with cut out hearts, but no Shawn. There’s a chain of them hanging from around the television, scattered piles over every table like confetti, a few bigger ones at the center of the coffee table in front of the couch.

“So, I may have been a little sneaky,” he confesses from behind you, arm wrapping around your hips to draw you towards him. “I made a few to use as cards but I wanted to do something a little randomly special for you early, since you’re doing all this baking for everyone when you really don’t have to.”

“You are such a squish Shawn,” you whisper, before leaning your head back on his shoulder. “It’s adorable. I love it. Thank you, sweetie.”

“Love you,” he murmurs into your hair.

There’s a massive vase of white roses and jasmine when you walk into the house the next night after work, sitting smack in the middle of the kitchen island, another cut out heart, this one bubble gum pink with silver writing on it, propped up against it.

So you can take the time to smell the roses, and the jasmine too. Can’t wait to bake with you later. Be home by 7 – xo S

“What is he up to now?” you mutter to yourself, not hearing anything in the condo other than the click of your heels on the kitchen tile floor. You find another bouquet in the living room, a smaller version in your bedroom on your bedside table, a new jasmine candle in your bathroom next to a tiny glass holding a fresh sprig of jasmine along with a tiny white rosebud and even a little spray of them on your desk in the guest room that doubles as your home office. You should be getting everything ready in the kitchen for the big bake, but you sit on the end of the bed needing a minute. You pick up the phone.

“What’s wrong?” Didi responds quickly. “You never call unless something’s wrong. Wait, did he propose finally? Is there a ring? You’re not pregnant, are you? Shit girl I told you...”

“Damnit Dee. No, breathe,” you try breaking through on your best friend’s babble. “There is definitely not a baby. Shit’s sake. Not doing things reverse order. Plus, there’s new album and tour and life. So no, not that. And. When there’s a ring, it’ll be a FaceTime, not a phone call. He just. Last night it was cut out hearts everywhere. Today, I come home. The condo’s filled with white roses and jasmine. Everywhere.”

It’s quiet for a moment. “You cry yet?” she asks softly.

“No,” you sniff. “Close though. I think I only mentioned this once. Of course, he remembers and then goes and does something like this.”

“He’s your person, girly,” Didi replies. “And a mushy lovey fucker for you at that.”

Your best friend is right. He is. “Thanks D, I needed this. I gotta go though I’m sorry. I’m attempting to teach him brownie baking tonight. I still need to change and get everything ready before he’s back at 7. I’ll text you.”

Quickly you throw yourself together as best as you could, changing and pulling everything you need to together along with moving the flowers in the kitchen to the living room. You’re rinsing off the strawberries when you hear his keys hit the lock.

“In the kitchen,” you call out when the door shuts.

“Good day?” he asks, head leaning in to place a kiss against your shoulder, his lips cold against your skin exposed by your tank top.

“Better when I got home,” you reply, leaning your head against his still pressing against you. “You’re a crazy boy, and I don’t even know how to say thank you for it. They’re beautiful. All of them.”

He kisses your shoulder again, before shifting to trail his lips up your neck, nibbling at your ear before a lingering kiss to your cheek. “Love you is all,” he states casually. “Let me change and then I’ll be back in for my lesson.”

While he’s gone, you decide to get the strawberries out of the way first. Brownies will be the more complicated of the two, so to start easier will be a good idea. He comes back in as you’re breaking up the chocolate bars into a large glass bowl.

“Chocolate covered strawberries first,” you begin. “They’re the less difficult of what’s on the agenda and we should get them dipped and set in the fridge before the oven gets on and warms the kitchen. Normally I’d melt and temper the chocolate over a double boiler, but not fussing with that tonight. It’s breaking it up, adding a little bit of oil and melting it in the microwave. Then we just dip away. I’ll finish on the milk, why don’t you get started on either the dark or the white, then I’ll do the other when I’m done.”

The both of you find a rhythm, breaking and chatting, sneaking in a kiss here or a prolonged touch there while you get the chocolate ready.

“Now, that those are melted. We pat the strawberry dry to make sure the chocolate will stick,” you explain, showing him the first one. “Hold it closer to the end of the stem and swirl, leave a little bit showing and let it drip the extra chocolate off, then place it down on the wax paper. Once they’re all dipped, we can drizzle another color chocolate over it with what’s left.”

“This isn’t so bad,” he declares after a few rows of berries are done. “Though, I think I know a way to make this a little more fun.”

He dips his finger around the edge of the bowl with the dark chocolate, pulling some off the glass. He eyes you carefully, crooking the chocolate covered finger at you.

“Shawn,” you question.

“C’mere,” he requests. You move slowly over, his non chocolate covered hand grabbing a strong hold against the curve of your hip. He takes the chocolate laden finger, tracing your bottom lip first, then the dip between your collarbones, chocolate sticking carefully against your skin.

“Dessert before dinner, yum,” he whispers, a breath from your lips before sinking into them. Licking his way into your mouth, you can’t help but slide your hands into his hair and moan. It was dirty and deep from the start, but when you flick your tongue against his, you feel his grip on your hip tighten even more.

He breaks from you first, trailing his lips down your cheek, across your neck to latch onto your collarbone and the chocolate he left there. You don’t want him to leave a mark, but secretly, you’re hoping he does.

“Baby,” you whine, hands gripping at his hair harder as he bites and sucks along the line of your bone. At this rate you’re going to be so bruised. He nips his way back up your neck before sipping at your lips again, leaving you breathless.

“Mmm, well you’re quite delicious, I think like this baking thing,” he grins like a cat who got the cream.

“It’ll be my turn soon, don’t you worry,” you proclaim, trying to stir the rest of the chocolate back to life. “Let’s finish these off before the chocolate starts gets too firm.”

He slides behind you, leaning in flush against your back, “I could make a really bad joke here, you know.”

You feel him, half hard and snug against your ass.

“Baking, Shawn. We’re baking,” you remind him with a sigh, while arching back to tease him. “You’re the one who asked for a baking date night. There will be more of that after if you’re lucky and you behave.”

He bites at your earlobe, grinding into you once. “Can we keep some chocolate for later then?”

You push back at him, “Says the one who isn’t always keen on chocolate.”

“But it’s chocolate off you, it automatically tastes better and makes me want more of it,” he proclaims with a cheeky smile, sliding over to the sink to wash his hands.

You make quick work of the last of the berries, getting the trays into the fridge so you can finally get going on the brownies.

“Salted caramel cheesecake brownies next,” you say as you pull the bricks of cream cheese from the fridge and the blocks of butter off the back counter. “Two different batters, but they’re both pretty easy. We start with the brownie batter first, then whip the cheesecake batter, swirl the dulce de leche through that, then swirl that into the brownie batter. Drizzle it all with a little more caramel, then sprinkle on some flaky sea salt before popping them into the oven.”

“It’s unfair how you make it sound so simple and easy,” he notes, watching you measure out cocoa powder. “I see that recipe and it’s like 38 steps long.”

“Not that many. Come over here, I promise let me show you, it’s not hard,” you slide your arm through his to pull him closer.

“That’s what she said,” he quips, poking at your side. The two of you plug away step by step, first on the brownie mixture, before starting in on the cheesecake. While you trust Shawn to continue keeping an eye on the whipping cream cheese in the stand mixer, you break out the jar of dulce de leche you’ve had warming slowly in a warm pan of water on the stove.

“Now that it’s done, and once this is a little cooler, we’ll drizzle some of this in there to make a ribbon through it before adding it into the pan with the brownie batter,” you describe, popping the lid carefully off.

You dip your pinkie into the warm sugary syrup, “Mmm liquid gold. This is perfect.”

Shawn snags your hand before you get a chance to wipe it on the towel, popping your pinkie into his mouth.

“Damnit Shawn,” you husk out as he works at your finger with his tongue. While he’s preoccupied, you quickly poke another finger from your left hand into the jar. Payback, you think, is a bitch. You slide your pointer finger down the line of his jaw before taking it down the line of his neck. His eye pop open and grow wide, sliding your finger free.

You don’t give him a chance to say a word, latching onto his jaw. His hands grasp you immediately, one lacing around the back of your head to hold you to him, the other square on your ass. You take your time, just as he did earlier, licking and nibbling your way through the sweet caramel until you hit his skin.

“Sweetheart,” he moans, almost bordering on a growl, when you hit that spot on his neck that drives him crazy. The hand on your ass draws you closer to him, sliding his thigh between your legs. You keep at that spot, you know there’s nothing coming up so if you do mark him up, which you want to do badly, there’s no real repercussions.

“Shit, baby,” he whines, needy and desperate as you keep up your assault on his neck. You make quick work on the rest of the dulce, sliding right back up to exactly where you know you can get him keening. Kitten licks at first, then tiny bites soothed by a bit of sucking. You keep the pattern up for a few passes, his skin warm under your tongue, warm until you know they’ll be a bit of a reminder tomorrow.

“Fuck,” he bites out, drawing you up and away from his neck to bring you up to meet his eyes.

“Something wicked this way comes,” you smirk, licking at your lips.

He dives for your mouth, hot and hard and fast until you’re both out of breath.

“Now, think we can keep our hands to ourselves to get these in the oven?” you pant. “And when your mother asks how we made these together, we do not tell her about the soft-core porn action in the kitchen.”

He kisses you sweetly, softly, “I think it would be a fun story though.”

You roll your eyes, pushing at his chest, “Brownies, swirling, salting and into the oven. C’mon.”

You both manage to keep your hands, and your lips, to yourself for the rest of the process. You cannot help but chuckle, watching him salt the brownies ever so carefully. “It’s like icy snow,” he proclaims, grinning like a little kid.

Once in the oven, you split clean up duty and then start to pack up the berries off the trays.

“I feel bad that I can’t go with you to drop this all off tomorrow, but there’s no way I can duck out early enough,” you lament, shifting the berries about to make sure they’re not going to be smushed in transport.

“The fact you made all this for them, from scratch no less, is more than enough,” he insists. “I normally just send flowers. Which I’m still doing for both of them. This is just over the top extra awesome.”

You can’t help but smile, “They’re my family now too. Well, close enough you know? I love them…”

He wraps you in a hug, “I love that you consider them yours, cause they are. Absolutely, they’re your family. Now, let’s finish this and go cuddle on the couch until the brownies are done.”

Before leaving for the office, with Shawn still cozy in bed asleep since you’re up a good deal earlier than normal today, you slip out the red box you’ve had hidden in the back of the pantry out onto the kitchen counter. Inside, a few smaller red containers, filled with his treat surprises for the day.

You steal one of the blank hearts from the dining room table, a white one, for a note.

For my darling, the first of a few surprises for you today. Despite your recent affection for chocolate, here’s a little something to start your day. Through the day you’ll find little things here and there, just small little sweets that I know you adore, maybe as much as me. Because my heart, you have mine and I want to spoil you a little today. Love you valentine xo <3

You prop the note against one of the larger containers, this a perfect square. The first time you ever made him your lemon lime scones, it was one of first nights you stayed over. He waxed poetic about them for days. You knew they had to be a part of his treat trail today. This time though in a mini version. The second box, a smaller thinner one, you slide into his guitar case, filled with rolls of homemade strawberry fruit leathers. A third box, shortbread thumbprints with sour cherry jam, you place in his studio by his journal. The fourth, in a tin on top of the corner chair in the living room where he leaves one of his guitars out always, most difficult of the treats you made for him - tequila laced gummy bears. The final, and a last minute addition made last night when he was half dozy on the couch and thought you were boxing the brownies, a few chocolate covered caramels that you leave by his keys at the front table as a nod to last night’s funtivities.

You grab the bag filled with the baked treats for your office and head out the door. When you finally arrive at your office, a few minutes late because of your hiding duties at home and setting up your treats for the team in the kitchen, you’re greeted by a bouquet of blush peonies and antique roses.

“Came in just a few minutes ago,” Rosalie, the office receptionist tinkers gleefully, peeking her head into your office. “Do we get to see that boy of yours today? That would be a lovely Valentine’s Day treat.”

Rosalie, who is old enough to be your grandmother but has the energy level of a teenager, absolutely adores Shawn. They’re thick as thieves, getting along together immediately. She mothers the heck out of him when he comes to see you, helps him sneak things into your office, the two of them gang up on you to make sure you’re fed and hydrated when you’re pulling late hours, and is an absolute godsend when you work remote if you’re out on the road with him.

“Not sure,” you smile, smelling one of the blooms. “I know he’s heading out to Pickering at some point to see his family. Not sure what he’s got up his sleeve or has plans on for later. I’m being surprised. Best not poke at him and ruin whatever he’s got going.”

“Just let him know his smiling face is missed around here ok?” she nods, heading back towards her desk.

You snap a quick photo of the flowers and fire off a text – Happy Valentine’s Day indeed. They’re so pretty, thank you! <3 ilu :) xo

You’re knee deep in trying to clean out your inbox when your phone chimes. A selfie, his bed head in full force and he’s smiling around one of the scones in his mouth. Omg you made me the Sprite scones! AND THEY ARE TINY BABY SIZED ONES I CAN FIT IN MY MOUTH ALL AT ONCE! Followed by alternating string of lemon, soda cup, green and yellow heart emojis.

He finds the thumbprints next, a photo of a cookie next to him giving you a thumbs up, more emojis again this time alternating the cherries, red lips and red heart. Where did you find the sour cherry jam? I haven’t been able to find it anywhere. OR DID YOU MAKE THIS TOO?!

Immediately after was a boomerang, the tin of strawberry fruit rolls, rocking and rolling back and forth. Followed by strawberry emojis between kissy face smileys. These taste exactly like you do after we go strawberry picking in the spring and you sneak berries along the way when you think no one is looking. But I always am.

It takes a little longer for the next find. You’re in the middle of a conference call when your phone starts buzzing. A gif of a worm with a sombrero on, tipping back on a bottle of tequila. How the hell did you make me seriously boozy af gummy bears? They’re as big as my thumb! I can’t have these before heading out to the ‘rents. I’m drunk already from just smelling them.

You have to mute your line and laugh heartily. This right here made it all worth it. His reactions are priceless. You’re so glad the little surprises are making him this silly happy.

The next one, about half an hour later, is a voice memo.

“You sneaky, naughty little minx,” he husks out, voice deep. “Chocolate caramels. You knew exactly what I’d think of, didn’t you? I’m in the car trying to get out and through downtown, but now all I can think about since finding them are your breathy little moans, your hands in my hair and your mouth at my throat. Fuck baby, you definitely left the best for last. I snuck them in the car to have one on the ride, but there’s no way I can even try one now.” He pauses for a beat; a hard sigh escapes his lips. “Just you wait until later. Now, I need to get out of this tangle you’ve got me in before I get home to my parents. I’ll be back by the time you get home from work. I love you sweetheart.”

Thank god you didn’t put that on speakerphone. He sounded like pure wicked sin, plain and simple. He’s got you in knots now too. You just need to get through the rest of the day in one piece. Thankfully, your boss kicks the entire office out early, partially because of her own plans, and partially because of the long weekend stateside. You’ll take it. Hopefully you can beat Shawn home to be able to maybe shower and change before he gets back.

A cute video comes through as you walk out of the office, from his sister. “First off, I’m mad at Shawn for not bringing you with, but then he said you had work. So, I let it slide. A little at least. Then he let us open the goodies. You made all our favorites! You’re the best. Please come visit, or let’s plan another girls’ night and we’ll kick him out of the condo! Wait wait, hold on. Someone else wants to say thanks!” She pans her phone to the kitchen and flips the camera around. “Sweetie, thank you so much for all the treats. You will need to send me the recipe for the brownies, they’re delicious. I still don’t believe Shawn helped you with all this, if that’s the case, congratulations for getting him in the kitchen willingly. And without disaster, I hope at the very least. I’m hiding some so maybe there’s still some left when Manny makes it home. Let’s figure out dinner all of us together next week. Love you!”

Warmth spreads through you as you navigate your way back home after that one. You’re floating at this point. However, you did not luck out in beating him back as you walk through the door. There’s a litany of white pillar candles of all different heights and thicknesses everywhere in the living room, flickering as if they’re just lit. There he is, ensconced in the corner of the couch, guitar slung across his lap. He smiles, patting the open cushion next to him.

“I will spare you from the ultimate perfect yet cheesy Canadian Valentine’s Day, singing some Celine Dion love song to you,” he jokes, pressing a lengthy kiss to your temple. “But I did dig through someone’s playlists to find something. Mind you, this is only part of your gift, which will never rank up against all that you did for me today. That was, just, ridiculous and perfect and sweet. So damn thoughtful, babe. I loved it.”

He leans over to quickly press a kiss at the corner of your mouth before diving into the song.

“The dawn is breaking, a light shining through. You're barely waking and I'm tangled up in you,” he sings. “I’m open, you're closed. Where I follow, you'll go. I worry I won't see your face light up again.”

Your breath sticks in your throat. Your brain scrambles slightly, eyes clouding up. You miss him sing the chorus the first go, the blood rushing through your ears.

“I'm quiet you know. You make a first impression. I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind. Even the best fall down sometimes, even the stars refuse to shine. Out of the back you fall in time. I somehow find you and I collide,” he continues. “Even the best fall down sometimes. Even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Out of the doubt that fills my mind, I somehow find you and I collide.”

You sniff as he finishes, shifting his guitar out of his hands to move behind you before throwing yourself into his lap, arms tight around his neck. “So, you’re going to need to record that for me, so I have that to sing me to sleep when you’re out on tour. Honey, that was just…”

You trail off, leaning your forehead against his, trying to catch your breath and your words all at once. His hands a steady hold on your waist, fingers trailing up and down slightly.

“Just when I think you’ve permeated every part of my heart already, you go and do something like that,” you profess honestly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he whispers against your lips. “So much.” He draws you closer, arms tightening around you. His heartbeat a tether to yours, a steady rhythm in time with each other’s beats. 

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My 8bitdo SN30 Pro+ Review (Recorded Video) - Part 7 [Dec 20, 2020]

Here’s the Part 7 of my 8bitdo SN30 Pro+ Gamepad.🎮🙂

Now I know what you thinking... Before I proceed to my installing 8bitdo’s “Ultimate Software” on my Windows 10 PC, I want to show you something different... Although some of you, might know this feature before in all existing 3rd party controller brands.

So in this part, I want to discuss about the usage of ‘turbo function’ on my 8bitdo SN30 Pro plus gamepad.🎮⏩

If you haven’t seen or watch my “Part 6″ post, then please [CLICK ME!].

And BTW #1: 🎄 Only 5 days remaining before Christmas!🎅 

*But before that, I want YOU… Yes you, which you’re reading my description. I want you to watch my recorded video first 📹📲 (as a observation) before you read the rest of my reaction experience. Hope you’re watching…

So without further ado, let’s get started:

My Experience: • (Now as you already done watching video.) I opened the standalone game of GTA San Andreas as a demonstration on how 8bitdo SN30 Pro Plus’s “Turbo” function does. • BTW #2: I actually fixed the button configs for the “Xbox 360″ controller by replacing existing files to GInputSA 1.11 & Silent's ASI Loader 1.3 files on my GTA SA standalone folder. Although there’s a caveat of replacing files, and that’s crashed the game when I go to configure buttons on GTA SA settings; meh I’m fine with that.  Please [CLICK ME!] and watch to known about more. • Anyways, as you can see here I’m pushing the “A” button by repeating tapping. But with the “turbo” function, by holding the “A” button and press the star “⭐” button on the left side, you see that the blue right light reveals 🔵 by blinking on the right side of the button which is the heart “♥️” button (8bitdo’s 2nd logo). Now that I’m press and hold the “A” button in a rapid punches while the blue ring light 🔵 continuously blink; for that I’ve never seen this before in the 3rd party controller brand, and far more easier than my iPega 9069 wireless controller in terms of usage.😮🙂 • And if a single mapped turbo button wasn’t enough, I could mapped the turbo function on any buttons around my 8bitdo gamepad (well not all of buttons though, I’ll explain later). For instance, I could add the “Y” button to the turbo party for a rapid jump, left trigger can add too, although it didn’t effect on switching weapons but I’m sure it’ll work on any games, even the right shoulder button can do as well, just look at it; it’s kind a funny that this is a aim button, ah well. ^^; And once I’m done the turbo function, I could disable all the mapped buttons by press and hold any buttons before pressed the star “⭐” button (or in this case a vice versa), very neat trick, don’t ya think.😊

• Through my experience: this turbo function from the SN30 Pro Plus gamepad is actually very helpful - both in wireless using my 8bitdo wireless adapter / retro receiver and also in wired mode using the included USB type C cable (as you seen or watched my recorded video). I actually use it during my 🏙️GTA V online🧍‍♂️, when my character avatar is going fast run on legs by holding the “B” button (in Xbox layout was “A” button) in turbo mode instead of tapping. And also in ZNES (SNES Emulator) as well, when I played 🔫U.N. Squadron🛩️ (known as Area 88 in Japan), a Shoot’em Up game; in which I’m having trouble with the shooting enemies by press and hold the “Y” button in just a few seconds 😕, but with the turbo function it really works 🙂 without going to input settings and remapped the “Y” button ⚙️🔘❌.

•Now as for the other buttons that I mentioned before ,didn’t work from the likes of D-Pads, "select” / “-”, “start” / “+”, moving analog sticks (it needs that on the exclusion list), and even the heart “♥️” button (8bitdo’s 2nd logo) (,not to mention the pairing button) for turbo function. Only the four front facing buttons, shoulders , triggers and even L3 and R3 buttons on the analog sticks which is shockingly worked for turbo function, wow! I’m amazed with this SN30 Pro Plus gamepad! 😮 (I’m not gonna lie though.)

Overall: • I love this turbo function so much on my 8bitdo gamepad, and like I said this is far more easier than my iPega 9069 wireless controller. Because when I use my old iPega controller for turbo function it sometimes quite complicated yet confusing with all the blinking lights around the front facing buttons, my 8bitdo SN30 Pro Plus gamepad however did the easy route with hold any action button(s) and press the star button for a turbo function; like I did before in certain different game(s) / emulator(s). And without tapping the buttons with my right big thumb (or any of my fingers) manually I could just press and hold the buttons when I enabled the turbo, like so in my media post.😉

• Now with the turbo function discuss experience is done, I’m moving on to the next upcoming part and that was the installing 8bitdo’s “Ultimate Software” very soon, as well as my overall experience, the revealing price and when did I order.😊

Well that’s all for now. If you want to see my previous related 8bitdo item(s), then I’ll provide some links down below.↓😉

My 8bitdo USB Wireless Adapter ‘PS Classic Edition’: • Opening parcel [Aug 27, 2020] • Part 1 [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 2 [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 3 (Recorded video) [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 4 (Recorded Video) [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 5 (Recorded Video) [Aug 28, 2020] • Part 6 (Recorded Video) [Oct 20, 2020] • Part 7 (Recorded Video) [Oct 28, 2020] • Part 8 (Recorded Video) [Nov 14, 2020] • Part 9 (Recorded Video) [Nov 14, 2020] • Part 10 [Final] (Recorded Video) [Nov 16, 2020] • Extra Part / Final Plus [Nov 25, 2020]

My 8bitdo SN30 Pro+ gamepad: • Unopened parcel [Nov 3, 2020] • Opening parcel (Recorded Video) [Nov 3, 2020] • Part 1 [Nov 19, 2020] • Part 1.5 [Nov 19, 2020] • Part 2 [Nov 27, 2020] • Part 2.5 [Nov 27, 2020] • Part 3 [Dec 1, 2020] • Part 4 [Dec 3, 2020] • Part 5 [Dec 8,2020] • Part 6 [Dec 11,2020]

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