#otherwise he wouldn't walk around shirtless

[that-one-p00k1e]

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✧ summary: chat I am not okay | genuinely tweaking | Ren Kaji x gn!reader

✧ content: TW Kaji's EXTREMELY HOT BACK, sfw (in all seriousness)

✦ a/n: No thoughts. Just my man's glorious BACK

The weather was hot.

Thank God the weather was hot.

Otherwise you wouldn't be able to see your boyfriend in all his glory like this.

Here he was, laying around in your couch all shirtless while giving no fucks (unbothered king), and you were no better than a Victorian man who's just seen a woman's ankle.

His body was toned– not too bulky and not too skinny. In Goldie Locks' words, it was just right.

You were shamelessly staring, full-on admiring. Something about his body was just so... alluring, and he wasn't even doing anything at all; just sitting back with his headphones on, full attention to his phone and a sucker occupying his mouth. As a final decision, you briskly walked over to him – laying yourself on top of him and slotting yourself between his arms, resting your head on his bare chest.

He froze up immediately, brows furrowed quizzically at your sudden gesture. But he eventually relaxed, placing one hand atop of your head whilst the other continued engaging in his gadget.

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After a while, his suspicion came over and made him wonder if this was one of your antiques (which he's quite gotten used to). Immediately but gently, he got up and turned you around – caging you under him as he loomed over you. "What are you doing?" he questioned you interrogatively with a distrustful look. You giggled before reaching out and cupped his face. "Just wanted to cuddle with my handsome Ren," you responded softly with an innocent smile. Damn was he weak for it.

In the end, he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of your neck – hiding the tint of red that began surfacing on his cheeks.

[that-tmr-girl]

A Good Idea (Newt x Aris x Reader Smut)

When a joke is made about a threesome with you, Newt, and Aris, you decide it should be more than that.

Threesome, teasing, fingering, vaginal sex, oral, double penetration, blowjob, face riding, overstimulation

It started off as a harmless joke. It was stupid really. Just tipsy words amongst friends about who could make me scream the loudest. We laughed, pretending to brush it off.

The looks though, said otherwise. The lustful glances that I found myself returning, thoughts of them doing things to me I would remember forever.

There were plenty of people left at the bonfire. Plenty of reason to stay.

And one reason to leave.

I really shouldn't be thinking of my friends like this. Thinking of sloppy kisses and rough touches. Touches in places friends shouldn't.

I couldn't take it. The pang of guilt that would immediately get replaced with want. It was killing me, while making me completely wet.

I tried to slip away unnoticed. Head to bed and give myself a release.

I should have known better. I should have realized that with the way they had been looking at me, they would notice.

It could have ended badly. Them quietly going after me, making sure they weren't seen. It could have gone with complete rejection.

I wouldn't though. Between Aris’s sweet face and Newt’s subtly built body, there was no way I could say no. I wanted this, wanted to be fucked until I couldn't walk.

Now back at my room, I found myself shirtless. With my tongue inside of Newt’s mouth, I put my hands behind his neck as he deepened it. We kissed until we ran out of air. Pulling away, the second I caught my breath Aris firmly pushed his lips against mine, putting the taste of liquor back in my mouth as he tangled his hands in my hair. Doing the same, I kept kissing him until he pushed me under him.

Pulling my shorts down, he let them fall to the floor, my underwear following suit. With me completely naked, I felt my face flush as his eyes traveled over my body.

Kissing my neck, he started trailing his hands down my stomach. With his hands brushing over my dripping core, he teasingly put them between my thighs.

“Aris? Please?”I begged. Pulling his lips off my skin, he didn't say anything as he held my waist. Then, he took me by surprise as he dragged his tongue from my neck, to my stomach, to my clit. Flicking his tongue against me, he kept trailing his fingers between my folds. Throwing my head back, I moaned as he started licking sloppy stripes between my slit. Unconsciously tangling my hands in his hair, I pulled on the strands, making him moan inside of me. Sucking on my clit, he sent vibrations up my body, causing a knot to form in my lower stomach. Plunging a finger inside of me, he started pumping. With my eyes rolling to the back of my head, I moaned louder than before as he added another. Curling them, he was as deep as he could be while still pleasuring me with his mouth. Letting out a string of curses, I came to my release. Pulling his fingers out, he sucked on them for a moment before licking me clean, plunging his tongue inside of me to make sure he had all of my juices and then licking down my thighs.

“You taste so good,”He praised, trailing kisses up my body, working me up. “You weren't screaming yet, were you?”He whispered in my ear, the smirk evident in his voice. Shivers went down my spine at his words as I sat against the headboard.

Taking my hands, he led them to his zipper. Pulling it down, I kept my eyes on his face as I then pulled them down his legs. Taking the last of the fabric off, he straddled my lap. Wrapping his arms around my neck, he kept his lips against mine. Feeling him grow hard, I whined into his mouth in neediness.

“Someone else has to help you out too, doesn't he?”He whispered against my mouth. As he got off of me Newt set himself in my lap, his pants and shirt already off. Looking at his subtle yet also obvious muscles, I put my hands on his shoulders. Holding my waist, he kissed me, his tongue sliding over my bottom lip to ask for entrance. The second I granted it he rested his tongue in my mouth. Running my hands through his blonde locks, I started sucking on his tongue. Letting out a sound into my mouth, he pulled away. The very second I got air Aris grabbed my face and pushed his lips back against mine. Grazing his tongue over mine, he ran his hands through my hair as he deepened it. Doing the same, I tugged on his hair only for him to moan. Doing it harder, when he moaned louder it was clear he had a thing for his hair being pulled.

Pulling away, right as took a breath, Newt pressed his mouth back against mine. This time though, he started running his thumb over my nipples. Whimpering against his lips, I started circling my clit, getting myself off. Plunging my finger inside of me, that combined with Newt kept the pressure in my lower stomach.

Grabbing my wrist, Newt pulled my hand away and his body off of mine. Pulling his boxers down, he revealed his thick, veiny cock as he pulled my legs down, laying me under him.

“Do you want this?”

“I do,”I promised.

Slowly pushing into me, as I whimpered he held himself there so I could adjust. Digging my nails into his shoulder, I groaned at the slight burning pain inside of me.

“It's okay, love. We won’t start out rough.”

Feeling the pain slowly be replaced with pleasure, I let out a shaky moan.

“You ready?”

“Yes.”

Starting to pull out, he then slammed into me. Dragging my nails down his back, I unconsciousy left deep scratches at each thrust. Being slow as to not hurt me, he grunted in my ear each time. “Faster, Newt. Faster,”I begged. Obliging to my request, he increased his pace, grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist, forcing his way deeper. Moaning louder, I threw my head back. Attacking my neck, he sucked and nibbled on my skin, leaving more marks. Singing soft praises in my ear, he switched between leaving hickeys and moaning my name. With my walls clenching around him, the pressure in my lower stomach came back. Twitching inside of me, he went faster than what should be possible. Breathing heavily, I felt pure ecstacy travel up my body. Twitching inside of me, he sunk his teeth into my shoulder to stifle his own sounds. With one last thrust, I broke. Still going, he shoved himself into me one more time before his warm liquids filled me up.

Completely undressed now, Aris kissed the marks on my skin as Newt got off. Flipping me over, he looked at me for consent. When I said I was ready he helped me slide onto him. Moaning as he filled me up, I dropped my head to see his eyes shut and his face screwed up with pleasure. Moving up and down, I started riding him. Holding my waist, he met my movements with deep thrusts.

As I was right there he wrapped my legs around his waist and flipped me over so he was on top. With slower thrusts, he kept pulling out and pushing in, pressing his chest completely against mine. Grabbing my hands, he put them above my head as he laced our fingers together. With my eyes rolling back to my head, I arched my back as he kept going. Kissing my neck, he sucked on my skin as my walls clenched around him. Letting out high pitched moans, I tightened my hold on his hands as I came. Pushing into me again, he twitched inside of me. My entire body shook as he slammed into me until he filled me up, spilling between my thighs.

Putting his hands under my jaw, he brushed his lips over mine. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I deepened the kiss. Feeling him smile against my lips, I did the same until he pulled away and pulled out.

“You can take us both, can't you?”He whispered against my skin. Before I could register his words he left marks down my chest, his hands trailing down my body. Then, he pulled away as he looked at me for an answer.

Glancing over at Newt, then him, I nodded my head.

“I need you to use your words, sweet girl,”He insisted.

“Yes. I can.”

Flipping me on my stomach, he pulled me up so I was on my hands and knees. Newt sat in front of me, his cock right by my lips. Caressing my face, he traced his thumb over my cheek before pulling away.

Slowly sliding into me, Aris held my waist as he held himself there. Dropping my head, I took Newt in my mouth. Groaning, he ran his hands through my hair as I circled his tip with my tongue. At the same time Aris started pulling out and slamming into me, making me moan, vibrating his dick. With both of them grunting and groaning, they kept me filled up. Shutting my eyes, my head was dropped lower and lower with each thrust, making me gag on Newt. Humming around his cock, I trailed my tongue along his sides as I gripped the sheets between my fingers. Going harder, he grew louder as he increased his pace, leaving me a soaked mess. Clenching around him, I swore I was seeing stars at the pleasure. Tangling his hands in my hair, he pulled me down deeper on him, something I didn't even know I could be. Both of them twitched inside of me, letting me know they were close. With the pressure in my stomach getting worse, I kept choking while dripping worse. With one last thrust, we all came. Aris stayed where he was, making sure I was dripping down my thighs. I swallowed Newt’s thick liquids before pulling my head up. Kissing my forehead, he pushed my tangled hair out of my face while Aris pulled out.

“You want to do it again, love?”

“Yes,”I nodded. Getting out from under me, he flipped me over on my back as he positioned himself over my pussy. Placing himself by lips, Aris waited until I opened my mouth to push himself into me. Starting to push into me, Newt spread my legs as wide as they could go. Gagging as his tip hit my throat, I listened to Aris moan my name through soft praises. With Newt’s thrust arching my back, my face was consequently pushed forward, causing him to fill my mouth completely. Sucking in my cheeks, I moaned around him as the overwhelming pleasure had me close to tears. Keeping his pace, he threw my legs over his shoulder, making me scream at the new angle. Groaning at the vibrations, Aris’s thrust starting getting sloppier and sloppier at the same time as Newt’s. My body kept shaking as I listened to the bed creek under us. The neverending knot returned again. With another slam into me, we all reached our climax. I managed swallowed his cum, almost gagging and spitting it up as I did. Pulling out, they got off of me as Aris got the mischievous glint in his eye. Before I could ask about it, he laid beside me and flipped me over, making it so I was straddling his stomach.

“Come on. Ride my face,”He urged, his voice low and full of lust. Doing as he said, I wrapped my thighs around his head as he plunged his tongue inside of me. With my arms out for support, I was sore and shaking and in absolute heaven. With strangled sounds leaving me, I dropped my head, feeling as though I was going to collapse. Holding my thighs, he kept them around his face as he started flicking his tongue against my folds, taking me by surprise. At the unexpected action I came inside his mouth. Swirling his tongue around, he kept trying to lick me clean. Still more than sensitive, I found myself just dripping worse. Seeming okay with that, he kept going, still keeping me around him. With shivers going up my spine, I released again. Realizing I was physically unable to stop, he pulled me off. Collapsing beside him, I groaned at all that was happening.

Not giving me a break, just as Aris left Newt was at my legs, spreading them. Easily sliding two fingers into me, he started pumping while grinding his hand against my clit. Whimpering and twisting the sheets, I found myself barely able to breathe as he increased his pace. Throwing my head back, my legs locked up as I released.

“You’ve been so good, princess. Looking so pretty,”Aris whispered in my ear. Kissing my cheek, he straddled my waist. “Do you want us to stop?”

Wrapping my arms around his back, I said a desperate no. Slamming into me, he started playing with my tits, holding them in his palms. With black dots clouding my vision, I kept making incoherent sounds as he increased his pace. Taking my hands, he held them above my head as he started sucking on my nipple, swirling his tongue around it. With my eyes still at the back of my head, I let go. Slamming into me again, he did the exact same.

Staying there, he let go of my hands and pressed his forehead against mine before placing a kiss on my lips. As he pulled away nothing but heavy breathing from all of us filled my ears. Sliding out of me, he collapsed beside me. Wrapping his arms around me, he rested his head on my shoulder as Newt crawled into bed. With all of us absolute sweaty messes, we just tried to catch our breaths. Resting his head on my chest, Newt kissed my collarbone as Aris kissed the side of my neck. Wrapping my arms around both of them, I kept them close to me.

“Is it too early to say we should do that again sometime?”I asked as I found my voice.

“No.”

“Definitely not.”

With my eyes fluttering shut, I wore a stupidly wide grin at their answer as I kissed each of their foreheads. Keeping their arms around me, they each turned to their side, keeping my close. Holding them back, I knew damn well I wasn't walking tomorrow.

And I was more than okay with that.

[joels-shitty-puns]

Jingle My Bells

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Reader

Summary: You and Dieter surprise each other with Christmas presents, and then earn your places on the naughty list.

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY!! (MDNI). Smut. P in V sex (protected). 69 (oral m and f). Face sitting. Kissing. Cussing. Terribly dirty holiday puns. Food mentions. Descriptions of genitals and arousal. Mentions of Christmas, but not religion.

Other: Reader is AFAB, but few descriptions otherwise. Established relationship. Celebrating Christmas.

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, Dieter was stirring, ready to tear off your blouse…

“Dieter! For fuck’s sake. Let me just finish these cookies for tomorrow and you can have my undivided attention,” you turned your head from the mixing bowl to kiss him. He hummed, practically a whine, as he pinched you on the ass.

“Did you finish decorating the tree?” you asked, trying to give him an activity.

“Yes…” he sucked on your neck.

“Did you use all the glass Christmas balls?”

“Mmmm, baby, I got all the Christmas balls you need right here,” he thrusted his hips against your behind. “They're gonna be blue pretty soon though..”

“Dieter!” You giggled. “Get outta here. Are the lights up?”

“Yes,” he growled, nibbling your ear. “But there's something else that’s up, too.”

“Yes, yes, I get it. You’re horny. But we have things to do before tomorrow.” 

“You're the only thing I wanna do before tomorrow... Everyone else can stay home,” he kissed your shoulder, hands scooping around the cheeks of your ass.

“These will be ready in maybe 30 minutes. Why don't you go watch the Grinch or something?” You kissed his nose.

“Well I do love that green curmudgeon and his heart. But I've got something else growing 3x its normal size,” he winked. 

“DIETER!!! Don't ruin the Grinch for me. Now keep it up and I won't give you any attention later. You'll have to take matters into your own hands.”

He gave a dramatic gasp. “You wouldn't! Don't you wanna have sex with me?” He asked, similar to the way he asked to have sex not long after first meeting each other. Along with everyone else in the vicinity…

“Yes, I do. But I have. To get. This dooooone,” you grumbled, punctuating each part of your sentence. “Here. Lick the beater. That'll make you happy.”

“Mmmm I do love cookie dough… but the only thing I wanna lick right now is-”

“DIETER!!!” You laughed.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, making eye contact with you as he ran his tongue slowly up one of the metal lines of the beater, swirling it at the top where they meet. Your eyes drift to his lips. That tongue. The magic in which he knows how to use it. You sigh, deep in the memories of prior rendezvous. He smirks, deeming his beater-licking seduction as successful.

“Maybe after you finish baking, we can eat those cookies while you milk me,” he winked, scurrying out of the kitchen.

You shake your head, loading up a pan with cookie dough.

You were just finishing cleaning the dishes while the cookies baked, wondering where Dieter ended up. It was too quiet.

Walking into the living room, you found him, his usual green robe over his body, surrounding his shirtless belly and a pair of red plaid boxers. A Santa hat was slung haphazardly over his mess of curly hair.

You could see him fiddling with something above the fireplace and you walked over to see what he was doing. “Really, babe?” You laughed, noticing that he had arranged the block letters of “let it snow” to say “le tits now.” 

“You're such a child, D,” you giggled and kissed him, tasting the chocolate from the cookie dough on his lips.

“Come on, that meme is hilarious, and you should have expected I'd do this when you bought these,” he smirked.

“Yeah, yeah..” you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him deeper. He licked the inside of your mouth, making you moan into the kiss. Kissing down your neck, he squeezed your breast with one of his hands, letting his thumb play with your nipple through your shirt. “Dieter…” you whined breathlessly, “I'm still waiting on the cookies.” 

He groaned. “Fuck the cookies… I just want you.” He massaged your breast again, nipping at your chin. “Let me dick your halls,” he wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “How many of these dirty Christmas jokes do you have? Did you buy a joke book or something?”

“These are alllll me, baby.” He smacked your ass. “And I'm just getting started.”

The oven beeped, interrupting your make-out session. “FINALLY!!!” Dieter yelled, throwing back his head. 

He followed you into the kitchen and stood by as you pulled the trays out of the oven. Grabby hands reached for a cookie. “Careful, it's hot,” you warned.

“Mmmm, not as hot as you,” he bit into a cookie, chewing and huffing with his mouth open, trying to not burn his mouth.

As you scooped the last cookie onto the cooling tray, he grabbed your hand and threw the spatula on the counter. “Finally! I've been waiting all night… I have a surprise for you.”

“Do you!? Well it just so happens I have one for you as well,” you winked.

The two of you walked to your respective hiding spots before ducking away to separate bathrooms. Walking out in your red satin robe, you sat on the bed as he came out in his usual green robe, completely tied and wrapped around his body.

“Well…” he gave a come hither motion with his fingers. “Unwrap your gift, baby.”

Standing up and walking over to him, you began to untie his robe, him doing the same to yours.

“Oh. My. Gosh,” you gasped.

Dieter was laughing, the biggest grin on his face. Apparently the two of you had the same idea.

Under your satin robe, you wore a set of lingerie, Christmas themed. The bottoms had a mistletoe over the crotch, and on each nipple, a mistletoe dangled as well.

Under Dieter's robe, he wore basically just a string around his waist, with mistletoe dangling at the belt above his dick.

“Well… I guess we think alike,” you laughed, walking towards him to stroke below his mistletoe.

“You know what the rules of mistletoe are, baby..” he kissed your neck. “We can't have you ending up on the naughty list. You might end up with something rock hard in your stockings.”

“Oh don't worry. You know I'm a good girl,” you ran your palm over his cheek, still stroking his cock, now fully hard. “Let me suck your candy cane,” you ran your tongue across his lip. “Besides, according to mistletoe tradition, you've got some kissing to do too, baby,” you purred.

“Oh I intend to. Santa won't be the only one coming tonight,” he nibbled your ear, fingers swiping through your folds to gather some of your arousal before rubbing circles over your clit.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the bed and having him lay on his back at the head of the bed. “69 me, baby” Dieter groaned, pulling you by your waist towards his face. “Gonna pay a visit to little saint dick?” he asked as you arranged your body to hover over him, mouth towards his cock.

“Nothing about you is little, D,” you cooed, licking him from base to tip and swirling around his slit. His hips jerked as he pulled you down over his mouth. “Sit on my face. I need to taste you better,” he pleaded.

Giving a wiggle in front of his line of sight, you sat down fully, resulting in a moan from you both, and a fresh drop of arousal directly to his lips.

“Fuuuuck, Dieter, that's so good,” you moaned, dick in your mouth as he swirled his tongue around your clit, occasionally pumping two fingers in your hole. You were getting close. Leaning in to ride his face, he pulled you down, mumbling under your cunt. “Yeah baby, ride me. Ride my face. Ride it like a sleigh,” his hips thrust, causing you to drool over his cock, mixing with a pool of precum on his balls.

“Dieter, I'm gonna-” the grinding of your hips was getting more and more sloppy.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my face.” He angled his fingers a little bit more, hitting that spot that drove you absolutely wild.

“FUCK, fuckfuckfuck, Dieter!!!!” He kept thrusting his fingers, licking your clit and sucking, occasionally removing his fingers to use his tongue. You came with a shudder, squirting on his face and losing all control as he guided your hips with his arms, still using his tongue to work you through it. “Fuck, baby, that was so good.”

You stopped grinding and crawled off his face, him quickly turning you around and kissing your lips.

You could taste yourself in his mouth. You both pulled away breathlessly. “Fuck. That was so fucking hot. You taste amazing.” He grabbed your ass cheeks, spreading them ever so slightly with a squeeze, letting the cool air graze your hole, causing you to whimper.

“Need you inside me,” you kissed him, desperate for more.

He pulled you into his lap, the head of his cock resting against your clit, causing you to hiss and unintentionally jerk your hips forward, resulting in a moan from him.

“Condom?” You ask, pointing to the night stand.

“You don't want me to fill you up? Have some cookies and milf next year?” He smirked, cocky, his tongue poking in the side of his mouth. “Maybe let it snow on your tits?” he asked, giving your breasts a squeeze and angling his head down to suck on each nipple.

“No, D,” you laughed. “Tonight I want my present wrapped.”

He laughed, rolling on the condom before gesturing to his festive penis. “Where on earth did you find a green and red one?” you laughed.

“Never underestimate my sexual prowess, baby,” he flipped you over so that he was on top.

“I wouldn't dare,” you kissed, sucking his lip and spreading your legs as he slid into you. At the feeling of him bottoming out against you, you both sighed, him giving you a second to fully adjust before he began to thrust. In and out. In. And out.

You scratched his back as he pulled your thighs up higher, hitting a deeper angle inside of you. “Treat me like your little ho, ho, ho,” you moan, nipping at his ear.

“Fuck,” he groans, panting. “You're so fucking sexy baby. Taking me so well. Fuck, just like that. Right there.” He thrust. In, out, in, out. “Fuck, squeezing me so nicely. I'm gonna cum, baby. Give me one more.”

He angled his cock towards your g-spot once again, hitting it over, and over, and over again. Your stomach was tightening and you could feel yourself getting closer, the coil ready to snap. “Come on, baby, I know you're almost there. Cum for me.” He thrust harder, hitting that spot again and reached between you to draw quick circles around your clit with the rhythm of his cock. 

“There you go,” he pulled you closer, “just like that. Let it all go.” You shook, liquid pooling from your cunt, spent and feeling so, so good and warm. With a few more shaky strokes, he thrust hard into you and you felt him twitching inside as he filled the condom up. Both of you coming down from your highs, he collapsed on top of you, kissing your neck, your jaw, and your ear, before meeting your lips in a frenzy.

“Horny Holidays, baby.”

“Happy hornydays, Dieter,” you laughed.

“We need some post-sex cookies,” he growled, rolling you over above him only to smack your ass, before rolling back on top and climbing out of bed, not bothering to get dressed. You watched his cock swing and his butt jiggle as he scampered to the kitchen, coming back with a heaping plate full of cookies.

“D, that's practically all the cookies,” you laughed, taking one off the plate.

“Guess we'll have to make some more.” He winked, taking a bite. “I wouldn't mind repeating what followed, either. I'd love to really stuff your stocking,” he added with a grin.

“You're insatiable!” You smacked his arm.

“Only for my Santa baby,” he kissed, pulling you to sit on his lap while you indulged in treats.

“I love you Dieter,” you ran your hands through his curls.

“I love you too, babe,” he pulled you closer to punctuate the statement with a deep kiss, both of you sighing and pulling away to eat more cookies until you eventually both dozed off.

The end! Happy holidays 😂 let me know what you think :) reblogs are apprectiated

[xo-krystl]

VISIT | Y. MASAMICHI

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Having just taken a shower, you laid in your bed, hand outstretched infront of you, staring up at the ceiling. You sighed, feeling completely bored out of your mind and a sexually pent up. Normally, you'd just masturbate and call it a day, but you didn't feeling like it.

No, not when you had a complete hunk of a man sitting in another room down the hall. Yaga Masamichi, your lover, was currently stationed in the home office, diligently typing away on his computer, trying to finish the reports he didn't get to yesterday, while he was at work.

Though you were off work yesterday and spent all day running errands, you offered to help him complete any remaining tasks he had left. However this time, he was adamant about doing this himself, telling you how he quote, "feels bad because you're always the one that ends up writing most of his reports". Not that you minded at all, which is why you volunteered to do so in the first place. You had written so many reports from your time at Jujustu Tech to the point where you'd practically become a master at the craft so really, helping out was not problem at all. Guess Masamichi thought otherwise.

You heaved a deep sigh once again, rolling over in the bed, racking your brain, contemplating what you should do. Just then, you felt as if a light had clicked on over your head, and a devilish smirk tainted your features.

'What if I pay him a visit? He wouldn't mind, would he?' You voiced internally, all the while getting out of bed and walking over to the dresser.

Sifting through your underwear drawer, you tried to locate a pair of cute panties for your "visit". 'This'll do the trick,' You thought, fishing out a lacy thong, one that you knew he liked, not only because it was cute, but it highlighted the features of your ass perfectly, another thing he liked. Yaga Masamichi, was without a doubt, an ass man. Not only because of the vibe be gave off, but solidified by the fact that he loved hitting it from the back.

So of course, it was a no-brainer. You'd get him to succumb to your desires. Slipping out of the towel you were in, you tossed it to the side and slipped on the lacy garment. Turning around, you eyed yourself in the mirror, admiring the view.

"Damn, no wonder this is one of his favorites, it looks so good on me," you concluded, placing a finger on your lip as you continued to admire yourself. This was enough, you thought, not even bothering to put on a shirt, much less a bra. What's the point? You were just going to end up taking it off anyway.

Exiting your shared bedroom, you walked a few paces down the hall, lightly knocking on the office's door. Not that he would mind if you were to barge in, but it was just something you did by habit.

"Come in," He said almost instantaneously, the rapid clicks of the keyboard could be heard from the hall.

You opened the door and left it slightly ajar, peeking your head in.

"Hey," You started, glancing at this figure, "Mind if I keep you company?" You inquired, hoping he wouldn't.

"Not at all sweetheart, you know you're always welcome," Yaga reassures, eyes glued to the screen infront of him.

You smile at his words and reply with a giddy "okay", stepping into the room. You pulled a stool to sit on too, stationing yourself a respectable but close distance away, facing him.

From his peripheral he could see you perched on the seat, one leg crossed over the other and basically naked— clad in only a thong. Nothing new if he was being honest, he knew you liked to lounge in the apartment nude or with very little clothes so naturally, he didn't bat an eye. You did like to wear skimpy clothing after all, so it wasn't the least bit surprising.

Settling your gaze on him, you admired his tan skin and contours of his body. He was shirtless, dressed in a pair of cotton, plaid printed pajama pants. And oh, how grateful you were for that, it made your job of gawking at his brawny frame easier. From this angle, the outline of his abdominals and muscular back were visible, the one you loved to scratch while he was pounding into you mercilessly. God, just the thought of taking him had you almost salivating.

You shook your head, snapping out of your daydream. Instead of fueling your fantasies further, you opted to scan the room instead. It was a simple room, really. Framed photos and art hung up, clock mounted on the wall, a bookshelf, filing cabinet and the large wooden desk Yaga was at. Nothing to pique your interest.

Speaking of him, there he was, transfixed on the monitor infront of him, eyes scanning the screen. Fingers pressing down on the keys, endless sounds of clacking of the keyboard filled the room. The occasional click of the mouse could heard as he moved onto the next section.

You huffed, resting an elbow on your thigh, placing your chin in your palm, slouching over on the stool. There he was, your partner, completely entranced in the work infront if him. No signs of stopping anytime soon either.

You reach before you, poking at his cheek, "Not to be a bother, but how much longer until you're finished?" You asked, retracting your index finger from his face before poking him several more times.

Not phased by your antics as he was already used to them, he calmly replied, "Not much longer, I have this and another write up, then I'll be done."

Great. You'd thought that maybe you could be patient but it was starting to prove difficult.

You puffed your cheeks, "Alright, I'm just started to get bored," You answer.

"I know Baby, I am too. But I'd prefer to finish these today, before I get bombarded with more."

"I could always help. You already know I don't mind," You reminded him, hoping that it would do the trick.

It didn't.

"I feel like you always end up doing them. I don't want to depend on you so much." If that's how he felt, you guessed there wasn't a point to pry anymore.

You moved your hand from its place on his cheek, trailing down to his neck and caressesing on of his broad shoulders. The ones you loved oh so much.

"But I'm hornyyy," you whined, "I need to touch you," you concluded, pulling your arm back to you, staring at him once again.

He let out and exasperated sigh, "If you're really feeling that clingy, I guess you could sit on my lap,"

You perk up, practically jumping at his suggestion. But instead of sitting on his lap, you choose to straddle him instead, settling your thighs over his thick ones.

"What's this for?" He asks, looking down at you and raising a brow at your actions.

"What do you mean, I'm sitting, just like you said to," You replied, rolling your eyes dramatically. You had done this on purpose, knowing that it would be easier to tease him this way.

"If you say so," He accepts your obvious avoidance, getting back to his task.

Seeing as he's occupied once again, you shift from the position you were originally in, smirk displayed of your lips. Adjusting your clothed mound, you began to rub yourself on his crotch. You started off gently, then gradually speeding up the pace. Feeling your clit directly brush against his hardening buldge, you let out an 'oh,' throwing your head back in pleasure and securing your arms on his chiseled chest.

He knew what you were up to, catching onto the little game you were playing. And clearly, you were enjoying yourself. If you going to be like this, then he was going to do the same.

He reciprocated your actions, rubbing your core with his crotch in a languid manner. Matching your pace, he started to lightly thrust upwards, trying to get a reaction out of you. And he did. Sensing him getting harder by the second, you let a small, muffled moan. You slouch over him, and he stops his stops his teasing.

"What do you think you're doing?" He spoke up, and you pause your movements.

You internally roll your eyes. Like he wasn't doing the same...

"What, this?" You reply with faux innocence, trying your best to play dumb. At the same time you continue your ministrations, pressing against him harder.

He lets out a low grunt, "Baby, I can't concentrate if you keep this is up. You're such a tease and you know it," He murmurs that last statement, calloused hand trailing up and down the side of your body.

"Please, I need your cock," You whine in his ear, "But if you're really that busy, I can leave and we can continue this later," your eyes meet his, staring keenly at his brown pupils.

"Later? No way. Not after you have me like this," he leans in, whispering in your ear. He grabs your delicate hand, slipping it into his pants and placing it on his hard-on which you could feel over his boxers.

You gasp although you percieve him under your covered pussy, it felt better under less fabric. You wanted him inside you so badly.

You bit your lip before formulating a response, "Why don't we do something about it, then? You work, I'll ride you," You proposed in a sultry tone.

"You sure?"

"Oh, yes. Please Masamichi, I need you inside me," You pleaded, desperate for him, pulling your thong to the side.

"Well how can I say no if you're asking so nicely?" Your eyes basically gleam at his words. He slightly lifts his hips, slipping his pajamas and boxers down, discarding and leaving them on the floor. His erect member springs from the confines of his underwear, standing between his legs.

Snaking a hand below, you toyed with his tip that had started to leak pre cum. It was sensitive, you could tell by the way the man let out a small gasp from your touch. Securing a grip around the base, you grabbed the shaft and stroked it against your pussy that was leaking arousal.

"You ready?" He inquired, and you gave him a firm nod in response. Not having done any prep, you lubricated his dick with your slick that pooled in your core once more.

He gave into you, aligning his now throbing cock to your sopping hole. You slowly lowered yourself onto his length, slightly grimacing and furrowing your brows at the stretch. It was no surprise, he was girthy. Even after countless times, you still weren't used to the size.

Trying to not obstruct his view, you nestle to the side of him and gripped his biceps for support as you moved up and down.

It felt so good. The sensation of his girth stroking your gummy walls as it shifted in and out of your tight cunt. Slowly riding him, feeling his length stretch you out. You tried your best to suppress your moans as being ontop of him was distracting enough, but you couldn't help it. You let out tiny, soft whimpers in his ear.

Shit. It was all too much.The cute moans you released, the lewd sounds your pussy was making for him, the feeling of your velvet walls so snug around him and you bouncing on his cock. There was no way he could be productive like this. You were too distracting.

'This could be done later,' He concluded, reluctantly closing the laptop and putting it off to the side.

You're too focused on basking the feeling of his girth pumping into you to notice that he had stopped working, drooling at the feeling.

Yaga begins plant a tender succesion of kisses up your neck them lightly nibbling on your earlobe. All the while simultaneously massaging the curves of your body. From your waist to the small of your back, and down to the fat of your ass.

His touch so electrifying on your skin, you pull your head that is buried in his neck to meet his gaze with your, half-lidded, lust filled eyes. Cupping the sides of his face, you pull him in for a hungry, hot, sloppy kiss, securing your arms around his thick neck. He meets your lips with equal passion, matching your rapid pace, thrusting into you with roughly and you suddenly pull away, arching at the added pleasure.

He leans back into your figure, but this time, he dips his face into the valley of your breasts, licking and sucking at your left nipple, while kneading your right breast with a hand, rubbing your nipple with the pads of his fingers before pinching it. This only causes you to moan loudly, delighted in the stimulation that your lover was giving you.

After a few more deep thrusts, you could feel his start to get a bit erratic, meaning that he was close— and so were you.

"Mm.. Masamichi, I think I'm getting close," You expressed, punctuating your words with a sensual moan.

"I am too, Baby, let's cum together," He replied, groaning lightly, and trying to stroke himself into you deeper, cockhead kissing your cervix. You sped up your movements aswell, sounds of your skin slapping against eachother filling the room's atmosphere.

"Shit– I'm coming," He announced and suddenly, you could feel the thick, warm ropes of cum coating your insides. You released almost immediately after him, creaming and coating on his cock that was still sheathed inside you.

As you both came down from your highs, the two of you panted in sync. Your knees started to feel weak too, and held onto him by his strong shoulders, trying to catch your breath once again.

Once you did, he asked you, "are you up for another round?"

divider creds. - @kyejiz

Might edit this later, I'm too lazy to do that rn lol.

[silentcryracha]

❍ ‗ Working out at home with Changbin ‗ ❍

Pairing : Changbin x f reader

Summary : chapter three of a cute standalone miniseries. It's what it says in the title

Genre/ Warnings : scenario/imagine/headcanon, drabble, fluff, clownery, suggestive but no smut

Word count : 570 words

A/n : none

ps: There could be grammar errors. Do NOT repost on other socials. Leave feedback if you feel like it, otherwise enjoy! ♡︎

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series masterpost

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Unless there's a specific preference on your part I highly doubt Changbin would pick a home, most likely without equipment, but still.

I also think it'd be a shitshow, no way that man is staying serious. Like, one thing is if he's alone or with his bros, then he'd be super concentrated on himself or/and whoever he's helping...but with a pretty girl who he is down bad for?

No, he's a hundred percent searching for excuses to touch you, steal kisses, annoy you or make you laugh.

"Okay how about every time you come back up I get a kiss?"

"And what am I gonna get out of it except distractions and energy waste?" he pouts, crossing his big arms.

"A kiss?"

"Mmh" you hum, unsure but hiding a smile. He follows you around the house.

"I'll hold your feet down?" he tries. You shrug, filling up your water bottle.

"The couch will do that, for free"

"Emotional support?"

"My headphones and Spotify can do that" he whined as you tried so hard to keep in your laugh.

Walking back to the living room and sitting down on the gym mat, he took an extra minute, just to come back with a bar of extra dark chocolate and shirtless.

Your hand flew to your mouth in shock, not being able to keep in the laughter any longer.

"Is it suddenly Valentine's day?"

"You forced me to bring out the big guns..." he threatens as he easily sits down, cross legged, in front of you.

"Literally"

"How about three kisses and one piece of chocolate then repeat?" your rolled your eyes, still smiling.

"You couldn't wait to make out, after? Maybe in front of a nice movie?" he shook his head, placing the still-paper-wrapped bar on the floor next to him and resting his hands firmly on your feet.

"Listen if I have to work as a PT for free then I'm going to have some fun" he replied serious, then adding "Also it's gonna burn some more calories. And also, who said I'm not going to make out with you later?"

Honestly that's the best case scenario because at least you'd get a cute kiss as a reward but when he's truly bored...it's so over.

Maybe he wouldn't even directly be contributing to the work out but he'd just randomly enjoy pulling your hair jokingly as you're stretching, of course getting his whole bloodline cursed as a result.

"Seo Changbin I swear to god if you do that one more time-" and by the time you're done talking he's already running away witch-laughing like a maniac.

Or then again you could be minding your own business and he'd just sit comfortably on the couch (or worse literally next to you) and just start spitting the most out of pocket shit to distract you or make you laugh. Once again getting his whole bloodline cursed on, but laughing.

On the other hand, normal work out sessions where you'd both actually manage to get something done peacefully were also a thing. But yeah if you were in private you just kind of prefer to mess with each other.

And most times the torture would last even afterwards. Purposefully pinching or touching sore zones, teasing if something funny or embarrassing happened, making the other laugh when their whole body hurt. A whole circus, but that only adds to the fun <3

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[julemmaes]

Mrs. Flatus

finally Rowaelin Yulemas Swap

A/N: As late as usual, wouldn't be me otherwise, here's your fic you kind and patient soul, @live-the-fangirl-life, hoping your expectations didn't go as high I'd wished for. I have to thank all the people that helped me get this out and @bookstantrash and @thewayshedreamed especially, for being my forever support. Enjoy this little baby!

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Rowan’s head fell back at the sound of his front door. The hinges creaked loudly as Lysandra waltzed in without so much as a knock. It wasn’t the first time, and he bet it wouldn’t be the last.

She looked at the shirtless guys standing in the middle of the kitchen and whispered with horror in her voice, “What the fuck are you eating?”

“Girl, is that what you’re focusing on?” Elide, coming in right behind her, hunched forward, eyeing the glass in their friend’s hand. Her eyes, filled with concern and a little disbelief, slid to Lysandra. “He’s drinking beer at 11am.”

Fenrys frowned, scratching at his naked chest. “No, I’m not.”

“It’s tea,” Lorcan called from the couch, drawing everyone’s attention to him.

“Why is it in a pint glass?” Elide asked the room, walking towards her boyfriend and leaning down to kiss him on the lips. She went to rise again, but she was pulled by the waist to sit on Lorcan’s lap, who was mindlessly watching an old game’s recording.

“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business?” Fenrys retorted, a sarcastic smile on his lips.

Elide gasped, bringing a hand to her throat. “The disrespect.”

“What’s disrespectful—”

Rowan slammed his hands on the desk hard enough to stop whatever line was about to come out of his friend’s mouth. He stood up from his work table and eyed everyone in his apartment.

When silence fell and everyone’s gaze was fixed on him, he took a deep breath and spoke clearly. “What’s disrespectful…” he said, glaring at Fenrys, “is that I’m trying to work, and none of you should be here.”

“I live here,” Lorcan deadpanned.

Rowan sighed, running a hand down his face, “I know that, dickhead. I was referring to the ladies and the pup.”

Elide raised a hand to defend herself. “My boyfriend lives here.” 

“I got wasted yesterday night and need assistance to recover,” Fenrys said around the rim of his glass. 

Rowan arched a brow, “I— I don’t even,” he trailed off, looking at Lorcan. “Did you guys go out yesterday?”

His flatmate shook his head, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“Then what are you talking about?” Rowan asked Fenrys.

“I went out with Connall and some of the girls. We were at Pip’s.”

Rowan stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He didn’t.

“Okay, and?”

Fenrys shrugged, “Then, I just let myself in at 4am and crashed on your couch.”

“Your place is closer to the bar than here,” Lysandra noted.

The blond guy slightly tilted his head to the side, “Whose side are you on?”

“It’s just kinda stupid that you walked all the way here instead of going to your house. And where did Connall—”

“Lys!” Rowan interrupted her.

“What?” She asked,exasperated.

He went to rebut, but his phone pinged with an annoying chirping sound.

Aelin.

As he dived for his phone on the desk, Lorcan groaned, muttering about him falling off the face of earth whenever she texted.

Fenrys huffed a laugh. “Didn’t know you’d moved to Pussy-Whipped Town, Ro. Isn’t it crowded there? I heard it’s getting uncomfy.”

Lorcan snorted, and it caught Lysandra’s sharp attention.

“What are you even laughing about, lover boy?” Her and Manon had started calling him that since his and Elide’s very first date. Needless to say, he hated it. “You probably helped him move his stuff there, since you know the city so well.”

Elide chuckled on his lap at the frown on Lorcan’s face. He was caressing his girlfriend’s thigh, but nothing stopped him from flipping his dark-haired friend off as Elide gave him a peck on the lips.

Rowan, in the meantime, had shut the world out.

That had turned out to be an easy task in the last few months. Whenever Aelin was in the same room as him. Or whenever she called. Or texted, actually.

He didn’t waste a second opening the glimmering notification.

the kids at this thing are driving me fudging insane I need us to go to pip’s tonight please

Rowan’s lips curled as he reread her text, specifically the child-friendly curse word. She’d been working as a piano teacher in one of their neighbourhood’s elementary schools for five years now, but she still had issues with censuring herself in front of her students. And he knew it was probably proving harder than ever as she attended the school fair she’d organised for the past two months.

Looking at the clock on the wall before replying, he hoped his words would ease some of the tension in her.

You only got started half an hour ago. You got this, Fireheart. Just remember all the leftovers you’ll get to take home once it’s over.

“It’s disgusting.” Lysandra’s voice brought him back to reality.

Rowan lifted his head and noticed, with no small irritation, that all his friends were looking at him. 

“You’re not even together and you’re disgustingly in love,” she finished.

“Shut up,” he grumbled, sitting back down.

Elide perked up, moving her hands mid-air as her gaze went from him to Lorcan, to Lys, and back to him. “Wait, what? Is that true?”

Rowan shook his head, not meeting his friend’s eyes.

“Are you in love with her?” Elide pushed for a verbal reply, gripping the back of the couch as if her life depended on it. 

He didn’t dare open his mouth. This had nothing to do with them. This was his private life, and as much as he appreciated his friends, he had no business discussing it with them.

“You might as well say it, man. Aelin’s got you wrapped around her devilish little fingers,” Fenrys butted in.

He pretended not to hear them as they continued talking about his not-so-subtle crush on one of his dearest friends and went back to work on his laptop. He managed to work for a total of twenty seconds before his phone pinged again with a new text from her.

Rowan couldn’t stop the grin that spread over his face, earning a laugh from the others.

tbf it wouldnt even be that bad if one of the girls had agreed to come with me but they all said they had important poop to do and now im lonely

This text was accompanied by a sad face. Rowan scowled, looking up at the women standing in front of him, doing important poop.

“Why didn’t you go with Aelin to her school fair?” he asked, not caring that he interrupted something about Aelin’s boobs and the effect they had on him.

Lysandra’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she huffed. “Cause those kids are too much work, and if Aelin could skip those events, she would too. She can handle a few hours on her own.”

Rowan looked at Elide then, who shrugged. “What she said.”

He glanced at his computer screen, at Fenrys, who was currently munching on some leftover pasta from the night before, then at all these people who he greatly loved but that needed to get out of his house. That way, he could finish his job, reach her himself, and help however he could to make it easier for her. An idea popped into his head.

“What if,” he started, standing up and promptly taking Fenrys’ shirt from the floor and walking up to him. “You all got the fuck out of here—”

Fenrys gripped Rowan’s arm. “Why are you pushing me?”

“—and went to Aelin’s school for a few hours—”

“No, seriously, man, stop pushing me out. I don’t have my pants on. It’s below zero outside.”

“—so I can finish this in peace, and I’ll see you all tonight at Pip’s?”

By the time he’d finished talking, Fenrys was halfway through the front door—pantless and with his shirt hanging around his neck—and Lysandra was muttering under her breath how rude he was for kicking them out so mercilessly. Elide seemed hesitant to get up, but when Lorcan met Rowan’s eyes and understanding passed between them, his best friend slapped her on the thigh.

“You heard him, Lochan. Get your ass out,” Lorcan prompted. He followed his own advice, offering a curt nod to Rowan on his way out.

As soon as silence fell over his house, he released a sigh and went back to work.

***

Rowan was undressing to get into the shower before heading to Pip’s when he got a text from Aelin. He huffed as his chest tightened a bit at the sound, but he decided not to dwell too much on his feelings for the blonde goddess and just check what she wanted.

ur cooming 2 the bar ight

He smiled, shaking his head at the amount of typos and abbreviations she used. That had been a hot topic of discussion during those first weeks of them talking.

Yeah, just taking a quick shower first and then I’ll meet you there.

He hit send and then decided to add a smiley face, just to show that he was excited about seeing her. She took less than ten seconds to reply with an emoji herself.

i smell like horse poop

Rowan barked a laugh and leaned on the sink, running a hand through his hair. He bit his lip as he pictured her navigating through farm animals all day long, trying to avoid stepping on shit while also keeping all the kids alive and unharmed.

i also drunk a lot of juice and someone spiked it and im kindaish tipsyyishh

He stood up at that, typing fast on his phone.

Is someone with you? You’re not driving right now, right?

Aelin took way longer than usual to reply, and Rowan was about to say hell with the shower and run to the school in his underwear if she hadn’t replied in the next two minutes.

relax im with the gvng lys is gonna drive us

He released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and then texted her they were gonna see each other in a bit. She said the same, and just as he was about to enter the shower, he remembered something.

Oh and, Ace? You should bring a coat tonight.

The last time they’d gone out, she’d worn the skimpiest dress ever. It had driven him insane, but it had also made Aelin catch a cold that had spread across their entire group of friends. And surely no one needed a repeat of that.

I SHOUKD?!?!?!?

Her reply came as a surprise, and Rowan reread his text, wondering if he’d typed something wrong.

...yes?

The three dots appeared and disappeared at least five times before a blue bubble finally popped up.

u wont be amgry??

Rowan questioned his sanity at that point. What was going on?

Of course I won’t be angry, what are you on about?

Aelin again took forever to reply and once she did, it did nothing to calm him down.

NPTHING! SEE U THERE, LOVE YU

The entire way to the bar, Rowan couldn’t focus on anything but that weird conversation. Nothing but that simple love you she had mindlessly thrown out there. It wasn’t unusual of Aelin to say those two words to her friends. She used it as one does hello and goodbye, but it had been the first time she’d done it with him and his mind was racing with thoughts like why now.

Had he been too harsh on her? Why would she think he’d be upset about her wearing a coat?

Had she been wearing those tormentingly short dresses for him?

No, that couldn’t have been it. It didn’t make any sense. Plus, he’d stalked her Instagram account. She’d worn those things way before she came into his life.

Without being able to take those thoughts out of his mind, Rowan started thinking of what Lysandra had implied today. What Elide had asked confirmation for.

He and Aelin hadn’t seen each other in some days now. He had been too tied with workloads and due-dates, and Aelin had been busy even at night with all the prep she had to do for her classes.

And he couldn’t lie, he missed her like hell.

He wasn't sure when it had started to change with Aelin, but there had been a moment when their relationship had gone from being a simple acquaintance to something much deeper. Rowan would have liked to say that it was thanks to that night when they had both opened their hearts to each other, discovering that they had much more in common than they thought, but he knew that his feelings had been there for much longer—dormant perhaps, but always ready to explode in his heart.

And as supportive as their friends had been of this hypothetical relationship, Rowan and Aelin still hadn't hinted at what was between them. And Rowan was fine with that. More than fine.

There was a certain dynamic between him and Aelin, and there was no reason to break that perfectly stable balance by complicating things with feelings he himself still couldn't fully comprehend.

He parked the car at the end of the street—Pip’s being at its fullest on a random Friday night—and rapidly walked to the bar as the winter cold embraced him like a too-tight hug.

The second he stepped inside, the warmth and commotion washed over him, and he could not help but smile slightly at the sight of the Christmas decorations hanging around the room. He rubbed his hands together, trying to warm himself a little as he sought out his group of friends. It wasn't long before he heard Aedion's thunderous laughter on the opposite side of the place.

They were all there.

Elide and Lysandra were dancing beside the pool table, where Dorian, Manon, Aedion and Fenrys were challenging each other to death. Connall and Lorcan, together with Asterin and Nehemia, were sitting at their usual table, and it was impossible for Rowan to stop the spontaneous question forming in his brain. Where was she? Lorcan turned towards him just then, and the expression on his face made him stop in his tracks.

A mixture of amusement and exasperation marked the features of his friend's face. Rowan shook his head, arched an eyebrow and silently asked him what was going on, and Lorcan squared his shoulders, and with a nod of his chin, pointed to the bar counter.

Rowan shifted his gaze to the crowd of people, ready for anything. Aelin dressed like an elf. Aelin dancing upside down on the bar. Aelin covered in chocolate.

He was sure that whatever she was up to, Rowan would be ready.

He was wrong.

“What the fuck.”

On the other side of the room, bleating on a stool in all its mighty and hairy glory, sat a goat. And right next to it, Aelin circled what Rowan supposed were the goat’s shoulders with her arm. They were both sipping something that resembled chocolate milk and what he really hoped wasn’t Aelin favourite kind of Bailey’s. Whatever their drinks were, the goat really seemed to be enjoying it.

A goat.

Rowan closed his eyes, turned his back to the room and went outside. The cold hit him like a brick as he ran a hand down his face, taking a deep breath. He blinked a couple of times, hoping whatever he’d just hallucinated wouldn’t appear in the parking lot as well and went back inside. His eyes went straight to the counter, where now a waving Aelin was calling out his name.

The goat was still there.

He turned to his friends, hoping they would be at least somewhat shocked by whatever the fuck was going down, but every single one of them was too focused on something else to notice that there was an actual farm animal sitting mere meters from them. As if Aelin chilling at the counter with a fucking goat was something they were used to.

He didn’t even make it to the bar before her tiny, warm body slammed into him and she started blubbering nonsense.

“I’m so happy you finally got here,” she was saying. “I gotta introduce you to my new friend, Mrs Flatus. She’s going through a hard break up, and I think we could learn something from her. I can’t really understand her that much, but also I guess we could learn how to communicate with her.”

She took his hand and the spark that simple touch sent up his arm made his legs move automatically. He would have followed her anywhere. Or almost.

He hit the brakes, tightening his hold on her and making her halt as she sprinted towards Mrs Flatus. The movement might have been a little too brusque, because Aelin tripped over her own feet and fell back against his chest. He caught her around the waist before she went sprawling to the ground, and the sharp intake of breath from her had his whole body heat up in under a second.

“Easy there, Fireheart.” He whispered to her ear. Her shoulders trembled with shivers.

Aelin tilted her head back and glanced at him, “I-”

“Where did the goat come from?”

The way she rolled her head on his chest made him realise she was way more drunk than anticipated.

“At the fair,” she sing-sang. 

As she replied, Aelin moved slowly in his embrace, turning fully towards him, bracing her hands on his chest, drawing the two of them impossibly closer.

“And how— what did you…” He trailed back, not really knowing how to pose the question.

What had he meant to ask her again?

Rowan frowned, feeling drunk all of a sudden as well. He was just so confused.

He turned to the goat, not really listening to what Aelin was now mumbling against his shirt, and he noticed with crippling dread that the animal was staring right at him. It wasn’t even sitting in their direction, still posed against the counter, a hoof too close to the glass of milk to be coincidental. Only its head was turned towards them and those squared pupils were just looking straight into his soul.

“You told me to bring the goat.” Aelin grumbled then, sounding angry, and snapping his attention back to her. Her golden eyes were piercing his very heart and his hands automatically tightened around her hips. “I asked you if you were gonna be mad and you said no, so you have no right to come here and stand here looking like that-”

It was like a bucket of ice poured over him. He brought a hand to her mouth, leaning down so they were eye to eye, and he spoke every word carefully, making sure she heard.

“I told you to bring a coat. C-O-A-T. C, Ace, c!”

Her mouth gaped under his hand, and he shook his head as she started laughing hysterically.

“Oh my.”

Rowan closed his eyes briefly, before taking a deep breath and gently pushing Aelin to the side. She slid her arm around his waist as he stalked to the counter, and he couldn’t believe this was how his night was going.

As soon as the bartender, and owner of the pub, saw him approach and probably noted the stunned expression on his face, she snorted.

“I gotta say boy, when I first opened this place, I never thought I’d let anyone in with a goat.” Peig said, tilting her head to the side to take a look at Aelin, who was currently petting Mrs Flatus on the head, trying to get it to drink more of what Rowan got confirmation was milk. The old lady glanced back at him, an amused smile on her lips as she continued, “Your girlfriend here can be pretty persuasive.”

Rowan tensed, ready to deny those words, but Aelin spoke first, an equally spirited smile on her face. “I’m sure I could convince the President to let me give a speech to the world if I wanted to.”

Not even the slightest acknowledgment to the term Peig had used to describe her. And she didn’t seem bothered by it at all. Maybe she hadn’t heard it. Maybe she was just too absorbed in her new friend to have noticed-

Aelin looked at him and smiled. Her whole face lit up and she hugged him closer, pushing her cheek against his chest.

Rowan let go of a trembling breath and pulled her to him, even more, pretending his heart wasn’t beating a thousand beats per minute. Pretending that smile hadn’t just obliterated his stability.

Pretending the woman he was holding on for dear life didn’t own him thoroughly.

***

Aelin hadn’t had a headache this strong in years.

She felt like she was about to pass out again when something loud and… wet exploded in the room. She groaned, willing whatever that sound had been to never replay ever again.

And then the smell hit. 

The gag forced itself up her throat and before she knew it someone was holding a bucket in front of her face. Nothing could have stopped her body from heaving into it.

“That’s what you get for getting shit-faced at a school fair and then stealing a goat.” 

Rowan’s voice had always had a certain hold on her body. The way her fingers would start tingling with the desire to touch his face, his neck. Touch places she only had the courage to acknowledge in her dreams so far.

Her fists clenched around the sheets as she puked whatever was left in her stomach from the night before. A hand came down on her back, massaging between her shoulders as Rowan whispered words of encouragement to her. She couldn't really understand what he was saying, but his presence was enough for her to come down from the disgusting embarrassment she was feeling.

As soon as her body decided it was enough, she fell back down on the mattress, groaning as loud as her head allowed. It wasn’t even a moment later that a heavy weight was placed on her chest. She only had time to blink at a furry wagging tail before the goat was taken from her. 

Mrs. Flatus bleated for a half a second and then the sound was muffled by something. 

“Shut your cute lil’ mouth, Jesus.” Rowan yell-whispered. 

Aelin couldn’t have stopped the smile from spreading over her face if she’d sold her soul to the devil. 

She heard him moving around the room but still couldn’t open her eyes, her head pounding like a fresh, open wound. He was walking around, probably stalking after that pitter patter that must have been the goat’s hooves. A heartbeat later, Rowan was standing next to her bed again and was trying to make her swallow something that, according to him, was going to help her. She managed to do as he asked, then she rolled in her bed but couldn’t really find peace as the terrible taste of vomit persisted in her mouth. 

She must have been drunk still because she stumbled to the bathroom like a toddler who’s still learning to walk. Rowan helped her as she used mouthwash to get rid of the disgusting taste. 

As soon as she was done, she spit out everything, then quite literally launched herself on the bed and found a comfortable enough position to sleep. 

When Aelin woke the second time, her headache was just bearable, but nothing she wasn’t used to. She sat up with no small amount of effort, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. The moment her room came into focus, her heart swelled.

Rowan was snoring softly on the armchair posed in the corner of her room, lips slightly parted with his head tilted to the side. He seemed so at peace—even with a goat sitting on his lap. 

Even if the picture in front of her was cute as hell, and Rowan made a great goat keeper with his arms tight around the animal, Aelin shook her head, bringing a hand to her forehead. 

How the fuck had she managed to steal a goat? 

She vaguely remembered Lorcan helping her, making her swear she wouldn’t tell Rowan. Elide and Lysandra laughing their asses off in the front seats as she tried to push Mrs. Flatus in their car. She had glimpses of Aedion and Manon scolding them all, Dorian chatting with their new group pet and Fenrys trying to hit on a girl with the help of the goat. 

Then, utter void.

She scrunched her nose as Mrs. Flatus farted in her sleep and decided the room needed some fresh air. She got up on unstable legs and wobbled to the window, opening it wide and hoping the awful smell wouldn’t permeate the rest of the apartment. 

She basked in the sun for a bit, listening to the birds chirping, the wind through the leaves. Looking out to the streets and the traffic. Focusing on anything that wasn’t the man sitting behind her.

Rowan had been trouble since the very first time he’d stepped into Lysandra’s apartment and introduced himself to her. 

She remembered their first meeting as if it was yesterday. The way Elide had begged Lys to bring Aelin to that party so Lorcan could bring Rowan in turn. The months of anticipation and build up that had made her anxious to finally meet someone after so many years of rejection and heartache.

Rowan had been a ray of sunshine in the midst of the endless shitstorm that was her life. He had been a warm embrace during the dark, lonely days that seemed to have become her norm.

She was thinking about the gazillions of things this man had done for her without even knowing, when Mrs. Flatus farted again. Rowan groaned, raising his head and making a grimace that was similar to a baby eating a lemon.

Aelin could not stop the laughter that rumbled in her chest. He opened his eyes, settling in his chair, his gaze going straight to her.

The little goat, probably disturbed by all that movement, jumped off his lap, running in her direction as she bleated animatedly.

She crouched down to pet her on the head, and Mrs. Flatus turned and jumped on the bed, walking around in her sheets. Aelin winced and kneeled on the duvet, hoping to make the animal calm down. Hoping the little shit wouldn’t poop on her bed.

“Dammit,” Rowan murmured. 

Aelin tensed. His voice. It made her want to smash her head against a wall. 

In a good way.

"I'd kind of hoped it was all a nightmare. Or that someone had drugged me and I was hallucinating,” he continued, making her nerves even more restless. It was as if someone had turned up the heat a few notches. Everything seemed to be suddenly warmer. "But no. You actually stole a goat last night."

She glanced at him, her cheeks reddening. 

“I’m sorry?”

He shrugged like it was nothing, yawning. He rubbed his eyes, looking like a fever dream.

She whined and brought a hand to her face. He was so fucking precious. 

“What?” He asked, his voice like gravel.

Aelin shook her head, peering at him through her fingers as Mrs. Flatus settled between her legs. She couldn’t quite tell him Oh nothing, it’s just that you’re so pretty I want to sit on your face until both of us can’t breathe anymore. No, she really couldn’t. That would have made him run for the hills. 

She settled for a shrug of her own and then she frowned, realising something.

“Why are you here?”

“Well,” he started, running a hand through his already ruffled white hair. Aelin’s attention snapped to his fingers. “You were really drunk at the bar last night. I don’t know if you noticed. And you were hellbent on this goat having a good time and being taken care of.”  

She scowled, “I- Of course I wanted her to have a good time. You would have left her at the bar?” 

Rowan chuckled, and there was something different about him just then. The way he sagged against the back of the armchair, the look he was giving her, like he couldn’t take his eyes off her—like he didn’t want to. 

He kept his calm demeanour as he replied. 

“Of course not. That’s why I came home with you guys.” 

Aelin bit her lip, trying to stop her smile from spreading even more. 

“Go on.”

Rowan nodded, smirking knowingly. “You definitely weren’t in shape to take care of the goat and you when you got home, so we danced a bit with some dudes from Lunathion. They were fun, but we couldn’t understand a word they were saying. Fenrys hooked up with one of the girls in their group. Then you kept drinking for a while with Lys and the goat. Around 4am, I loaded you both in my car and drove you here.” 

Aelin thought she’d never heard him speak for so long without interruption. She was also kinda moved he’d sprinkled that bit of gossip in the story just for her sake. She knew perfectly well he didn’t care for those kinds of things, so if he’d included it, he must have done it for her.

“And then you woke up at 7:00 to puke. I gave you some aspirin, and that was it.” 

She looked at him for a few beats. 

“But why?” 

“I wanted to make sure Mrs. Flatus didn’t eat anything while you were passed out.” A small pause. He looked straight at her, and a thousand unsaid things passed between them. “And that you were okay.” 

Aelin blinked in surprise. She passed her fingers through the goat’s fur. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” she whispered, “but thank you.”

Rowan nodded once, cracking his knuckles, something Aelin had started to notice he only did when he was under pressure. “Don’t mention it.” 

When he squared his shoulders and bent his head to the side to crack his neck as well, grimacing a bit at the soreness there, she curled her lips. 

“You shouldn’t have slept in the armchair. The couch would have been a better choice.” My bed, also.

“I really didn’t want to be that far from you in case you needed something.” 

They’d never come close to talking about whatever they felt for each other. She’d already told him multiple times she loved him, the same way she loved Lysandra or Fenrys. And even if he’d never verbally spoken those words, he’d shown her multiple times and so many ways he did as well.

But she knew that wasn’t the whole truth. He knew.

Before she could thank him again and scold him for being dumb, he went on.

“And it didn’t feel right getting in bed with you while you were passed out.” 

Aelin looked at him then, feeling bolder than ever. Her voice came out much lower than intended, “I wouldn’t have minded.” 

He must have shared the same feeling, because he didn’t bat an eye as he said, “I would have, but I want you to remember the first time you fall asleep in my arms.”

She snorted, feeling her cheeks redden once more. She bent her head down, focusing on Mrs. Flatus’ little ears, stroking her neck. The goat screamed, and they both flinched at the sound. 

When Aelin glanced up at him, he wore a shy smile of his own. She shook her head disbelievingly, “That was kinda lame.”

Rowan’s eyebrows snapped up. “It was, wasn’t it?” 

They stared at each other for some time and then Rowan’s attention was elsewhere, but she couldn't stop looking at him. The muscles in his arms as he got up and stalked to her bed. His thighs, perfectly wrapped in those jeans Aelin loved so much, that made his ass look amazing. His hand on her duvet as he bent down, towards… Mrs. Flatus.

“Stop eating her pyjamas, you douchebaguette,” Rowan said with amusement lacing his every word. He wrapped his hands around the goat’s snout and opened her mouth. The way he’d said that insult told her it wasn’t the first time he’d used it, and the scrunched up expression Mrs. Flatus seemed to turn his way as she screamed made Aelin burst out laughing. She hadn’t even realised the goat had been munching on her clothes. 

At the sound of her laugh, Rowan’s head snapped up. The smile on his face fell in a second when he noticed just how close they were. His lips parted, and released a trembling breath. Aelin’s eyes slid down to his mouth, watching intensely as he wet his lips. When she looked up again, his pupils were dilated, and the desire shining there was a fist around her heart.

“Ace–”

“Just kiss me,” she breathed out.

So, he did. As soon as Rowan’s lips touched hers, Aelin kindly pushed Mrs. Flatus away, making space for his huge figure between her bent knees. 

His free hand  went to her neck, slowly sliding up to her jaw until he was cupping her cheek, angling her head so that he could deepen the kiss. Everything in her lit up like he’d poured gasoline and thrown a match on her. His tongue trailed over her upper lip, and her surprised gasp as he gently laid her down was invitation enough for him.

She was lying on her back, his full bodyweight on her as they kissed and kissed, basking in the other’s touches and caresses. 

They had waited long enough for this. 

When Rowan finally came up for air, Aelin was sprawled on the bed, hoping to look only half as stunned as she felt. He hovered over her, his hair tousled from her fingers running and tugging through it. His eyes darted across her face—for what, Aelin didn’t know. Then, he dropped his chin to his chest and started laughing. 

She watched, confused just as much as amused. “What are you laughing about?”

Rowan stopped for a second, giving her a peck on the lips and settling next to her, circling her shoulder with his arm and pulling her close. 

“I can’t believe it took a goat for us to kiss.” 

Aelin hid her face against his chest, mumbling something. 

Rowan started tracing lines on the small of her back, leaving kisses on her hair, forehead, shoulder. Wherever he could reach, he kissed. 

Aelin was about to tell him how long she’d been wanting to do it, but her phone started aggressively vibrating on her nightstand.

She groaned as she stretched to reach it without getting up. 

The name on the screen made her wince in anticipation for what was about to come. She pressed accept and brought the phone to her ear.

She couldn’t even get a word out before Cassian’s voice boomed in the silent room.

“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

Aelin looked at Rowan and grimaced. “Oops?”

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Into Eternity Chapter 6

SUMMARY: something seems to be building

WORDS: 2.4K

CONTENT: Nothing bad

TAGLIST: @ceshacat @irishbelle34 @scarlet2007

MASTERLIST

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The sound of soft music greets you as you wake. Stretching with a groan you twist in your blankets, debating whether or not you should go back to sleep.

Seeing as the smell of food lingers in the air around you, you pull the blankets off and throw your feet over the bed.

Standing, you shuffle your way to the door. Pulling it open you can clearly hear the sound of quiet singing along with the music. It's been so long since someone last sang you awake like this, but it's welcomed.

Curious, you step into view of the kitchen.

Leaning over in the doorway of the fridge is Jason. standing up straight and shutting the door he turns to spot you.

He smiles upon seeing you and shuts the fridge.

"Morning." He chirps.

You stay quiet, absolutely enamored by the sight before you. He's completely shirtless, the muscles are a lot more obvious without the dark latex covering them, allowing you to see each tiny little scare that trace's over his skin.

He stands there looking at you confused. The jet black hair accompanied by the blaze of white is unkempt, in a good way.

You can't help but let the sight soak in. The way the muscles of his stomach trail down and dip into the same blue jeans he wore last night, with the very top button undone. It makes a strange feeling bubble in your gut and visible heat rises to your face.

You shake your head and look back at his face to see a sly grin curling at his lips.

"Interested?" He hums.

You lift your hands in defense, a nervous laugh bubbling up from your throat.

"No, no. Why would I? I uh…I, hmm……no." You stammer.

He laughs lightly. "Mm, sure."

Before turning back to the stove he gives you a knowing look. Rather embarrassing, it was like looking a beautiful sin right in the eyes. It's so wrong but so good looking.

Moving over to one of your cabinets, you open it and pull down a glass to fill with water.

On your way to the sink you can't help but mutter "it should be illegal to look that good." It was quiet enough that you thought Jason wouldn't hear but his response told you otherwise.

"What was that?" He questions.

You look back at him to see him cupping his ear towards you.

"what'd you mean?" You play it off. He removes his hand, and narrows his eyes.

"I heard you say something." He states

You shake your head, "nope"

Without trying to raise suspicion you pop the 'p'. He seems to believe you, and goes back to what he's doing.

"How long are you going to be here for?" Turning to face him you lean against the counter, your arm resting on it behind you.

"Well," - he shuffles the pot around on the burner - "you know who I am, I can't let you go that easily. So we're friends now."

A smile tugs at your lips as you sip away at the glass, pulling it away you place it on the counter behind you.

"I could deal with that."

He hums in agreement, looking at you from over his shoulder. He can see you staring, your cheeks a light shade of red.

"How's the view from back there?"

His seemingly casual question makes heat spread across your face as you dick and run into the livingroom to hide. Happy with himself, Jason smitks. A little while later he came around the back of the couch, presenting a plate to you.

"Pancakes?" You ask as you take the plate from his hands.

"And waffles." He corrects as he walks past you to the opposite side of the couch, sitting down with his plate.

"I didn't know if you liked syrup or not so I brought it with me just in case."

Leaning forward, he sets the bottle down on the table.

"Thanks."

The moment of silence begins as you start eating, during this time you find yourself catching second and third glances while he's not paying attention.

Unable to take the sight anymore no matter how holy it was, you decide to speak on the matter and place your silverware on your plate.

"You know you're going to have to put on a shirt soon, right?" You point out.

You look over to see him nod. After swallowing the bite he had in his mouth he hums.

"Yeah. I know." He pauses briefly, a smile creeping onto his face. "But I'll do it later."

Dramatically, you toss your head back with a groan of frustration. He laughs quietly from beside you. It's obvious he finds this amusing, or maybe he was just enjoying the attention. Either one wouldn't matter once he put a shirt on, you just pray it would be sooner rather than later.

Finishing your plate, you stand to make your way into the kitchen. Jason follows. He stands behind you while you rinse off your plate.

"You know, if you wanted to look you could just say so." He says

Setting the plate in the sink you roll your eyes and turn to grab the plate from his hands.

"What makes you think I want too?" You remark as you run the water over the syrup covered plate.

You see him shift his weight from one leg to the other, from the corner of your eye.

"Well, I'm sure the glances while I'm not paying attention say a lot."

Your heart drops to your stomach. That evil sadistic bastard, he was toying with you now. But he didn't stop there. Only a few hours later he was walking out from using the bathroom when you looked over to see what he was doing, only for you to accidentally glance at his chest.

"Looking again are we?" He smiles at you as he walks past where you sit on the couch.

You groan. "For Christ's sake Jason put on a shirt before I kick you out again."

His smile falls, slumping over in defeat he lets out a groan as well.

"You're no fun."

Even though his moment of fun was over, he found other ways to entertain himself until evening rolled around.

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Jason sighs beside you, taking the laptop off his lap and placing it on the coffee table in front of him. As he does this, he closes it and scoops his duffel off the floor.

Watching him stand, you speak. "What're you doing?"

Gazing at him as he walks to the bathroom, you wait.

"I still have a job to do." He finally says.

The disappointment sets in, you hate to see him go but knowing this is his job you can't help but know it has to be done.

He closes the bathroom door, coming out a few minutes later in almost full gear. Peering over the back of the couch, you watch as he walks to where he dropped his gloves

"What happened to lying low? Thought you were staying?"

You frown as he looks over at you, the corners of his mouth down turning into a smile.

"As much as I would love to stay here always, I do have responsibilities and I need money."

He finishes by muttering something under his breath that you don't catch.

"Oh, okay."

Turning back to watch the TV, you see his shadow appear behind you. Looking up to see Jason leaving over the back of the couch with a teasing smile, you cock a brow.

"You gonna miss me or something?" He teases.

Letting the throught roll around in your head, you chew at your tongue.

"Your company is nice."

And it was. Just having someone in the same room to distract you from the thoughts lingering in the back of your head was nice. But he was also fun to actually interact with.

Moving away from the couch and back to the counter he picks up his helmet. Clicking his tongue, he shakes his head.

"Don't get too attached." He warns.

Lifting the helmet over his head, he slides it on. Silence washes over you as you frown from his lack of presence above you.

"Are you going to come back?" You ask as you twist over the back of the couch.

He winces as the window screeches in his ear, glancing back at you, he nods.

"Yeah." You can hear the smile in his voice.

"Okay just don't come back like last time!" You call out.

Crawling through the window and turning to look back in, he perches.

"No promises!" He shouts back.

Then the window shut with a thud. His footsteps descending the steps fade from earshot before the rumble he rode in on roars to life.

Falling back onto the couch with a loud sigh, you curl into a ball. The facade falls and your eyes dare not move from one spot on the TV. You feel like you're just stepping into a different reality now that Jason's gone.

Even with your conscience being in a better place than it was only days before you can still feel some of the physiological effects of the pills.

Being clear mentally only allows room for your mother's death to ruminate, just thinking about it makes you cry in minutes.

After your crying fit, sleep began to creep its way in. Your eyes grew heavy and your thoughts became a blur. You couldn't handle the idea of falling asleep with that guilty conscience, if Jason came back hurt and you were sleeping you couldn't help him. That didn't stop it though and soon enough you found yourself asleep.

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No matter how fast Jason wants to return to your side he finds himself checking for empty streets and non peeping eyes.

There just so happened to be a break in it all, though it's almost 4 AM. He rushes back to the apartment, attentive to shut the bike off a few buildings away. Silently pulling in, he puts the kickstand down and swings his leg off the bike.

Looking up at the window he can see the dim glow of the kitchen light still on. It hasn't crossed his mind that you should have been asleep by now, or that you might still be awake. Either way, he grapples his way up to the window and lands softly.

Taking a quick look around he shoves the window open and climbs through, shutting it behind him.

Not seeing or hearing you move to greet him he pulls his helmet off and sets it on the counter.

The TV plays quietly and he walks towards the couch to peek over. There you lay on the cushions, the soft rising and falling of your chest plastering a smile on his face.

Walking back towards the kitchen, he flips off the light and makes his way to the bathroom to change. The way you look while you sleep he finds cute.

So unaware of the world around you and vulnerable yet he's right there to protect you. Even then it's hard to fight the urge to do something he probably shouldn't.

Walking back out with his jacket in hand in nothing but sweatpants, he makes his way over and places the jacket over you in a makeshift blanket.

Stirring underneath the sudden weight you grab the jacket and pull it closer, hiding your face on the inside.

Seeing this, warmth spreads in Jason's chest. No matter how much he wants to lay down he can't find it in him to move you.

So instead he settles for the floor. Instead of sleeping, he pulls his computer from the table and into his lap. Just a little extra research wouldn't hurt.

Except it did, not much longer after sitting like that hunched over his computer, his back begins to thrum in pain.

Pulling the thing off his lap and shutting it, he places it on the table and stretches his arms above his head.

Standing with an extra stretch, he turns and leans down. Scooping you into his arms, against his bare chest Jason takes a moment to smile down at you.

His heart pounds at the closeness between you, your sleeping form completely oblivious to everything.

With a smile, he begins to walk towards your room, as he reaches the door he taps it open with his foot and saunters in.

Jason can't help but take a few more moments to take the sight of you in, you just look so peaceful. He almost feels jealous of that.

Just as he leans over to place you in your bed, you nuzzle again his chest, his heart flutters. Lowering you softly onto the mattress he slips his arms from beneath you and pulls your blanket over you.

He would mind having to do this if he sticks around. Just the feeling of knowing he's the one keeping you safe keeps him here.

Standing straight, he sucks in a deep breath and turns to leave. The light from the TV spills into the room softly. Turning back to look one more time, he's overwhelmed by a feeling bubbling into his chest.

Stepping back to your side he leans towards you, placing a hand on the other side of you to keep his balance.

Softly he presses his lips against your forehead, a secret made in the dark that no one but he would know. His lips linger there for only a second before he breaks contact, hovering for only a moment before he stands to walk towards the door.

Grabbing the knob his gaze lingers until the door blocks his view. Quietly it clicks shut.

In a way, he wishes you could have been awake. Now his memory would curse him for allowing anything to happen, even for these memories to develop on such short notice.

He knows you won't feel the same after everything he did at the start, invading personal space, butting in where you didn't want him to, etc… it wouldn't surprise him. But he still ponders the thought of if you did and he longs for that.

Jason hopes that eventually he would either get over you or he would do something about how he felt. If he did tell you he wanted it to be private, personal, and only when he was sure how he felt.

[rglsrctrsblck]

✨i would've made such a lovely bride (but he'll patch up the tapestry that i shred)✨

part iv : letting go

"Er du sikker på at du vil at jeg skal bli med deg tilbake til Hellas?" (You're certain you want me to come back with you to Greece?) Remus asked in amusement as he leant against the door, shirtless and only wearing sweatpants that hung way too fucking low on his hips.

"Selvsagt er jeg sikker, din tøffe Viking. Er du sikker på at du vil bli med?" (Of course I'm certain, you daft Viking. Are you certain you want to come with?) His way of speaking the language was still rough, considering he'd only been with for almost two weeks, but the pleased smile on his partner's face said that it didn't matter. Because to him, James was just the right amount of perfect in whatever he did.

"Å, jeg vil gjerne. Jeg ville bare at du skulle være sikker." (Oh, I'd love to. I just wanted you to be sure.) James smiled, dropping the rest of his clothes in favour of walking over to the taller and looping his arms around his neck, tugging him down gently for a kiss. Remus happily kissed back, hands gentle over his waist. "Du er så jævla vakker. Jeg kunne giftet meg med deg akkurat nå." (You are so fucking beautiful. I could marry you right now.)

James playfully glared at him, giggling when the other kissed his neck. It had been a running inside thing between the two of them. On James' first night of being shown around by Remus, a lovely elderly couple had mistaken them to be husbands before he tried to explain in English how they weren't married. Until Remus said that they weren't married yet and not to spoil the surprise. Of course, the couple believed he was being honest and grinned despite James' splutters, tugged him along with their fingers entwined, never once letting him go.

That was what made him fall for Remus in the first place.

Remus had been so understanding, and listened to him intently after assuring him that he wouldn't be judged. He told his story and how he left his home to move to a different country just to heal himself. How he agreed to be the best man in his ex-lover's wedding to keep a promise he made years ago. How he chose to stay despite every nerve in his body telling him to go. And Remus admired him for it. Said he didn't think he could ever deal with that if he had been the one in his place. James argued otherwise. But nonetheless, he called James a hero. A selfless hero that deserved everything in the world.

"Du lar meg distrahere deg. Men kommer vi tilbake til Hellas?" (You're letting me distract you. However will we make it back to Greece?) James giggled and hopped up, wrapping his legs around the other's hips and gasping at their proximity.

"Jeg kan takle en distraksjon eller to en stund, ja." (I can deal with a distraction or two for a while, yeah.) Remus only smirked before kissing him again, deeper this time as he slowly began to walk over to the bed.

They did eventually have to part minutes later when James' phone rang with a ringtone that he never thought he'd ever hear again.

Remus squeezed the skin on his waist and set him down with a soft smile, gently pushing him to the direction of the coffee table.

"Regulus?" He whispered, not sure what he was expecting.

"Just what the hell are you fetching from your car that's taking too long to get?" The younger asked in amusement, making James huff out a laugh.

"I'm fetching my wonderful ego, ever heard of her?"

"Oh? I didn't know you were transgender too?"

"My dick didn't seem plastered on to you?" Regulus let out an honest-to-god giggle, sighing after.

"I miss you, you idiot."

"Hey, you're the only one who didn't tell me that in a past tense. It's always the past tense with the others, makes me feel like I died."

"To be fair, you almost did. Pardon our friends if it stuck."

"Fair enough."

"I… I really do miss you, Jamie," Was… oh, fuck him, was Regulus fucking on the verge of crying?! "You were gone. Again. God, and it rained the night you left so I got worried and –"

"Reg.. Reggie, breathe. You're hearing my voice, aren't you? I'm okay."

"Thanks to you, that's not even a word anymore." James giggled, letting Remus hold him against his chest.

"How was the honeymoon?"

"It was… god, it was amazing, Jamie."

"Is he treating you well?"

"Always…" he could hear the love and adoration even if they were in very different places just from his voice alone. And that was all he needed to know that he made the right decision.

"Good. Do tell him that if he ever decides to cross you, I will shatter his kneecaps." Regulus giggled, and just like that, it was as if they were in high school again, giggling in the broom closets after running from Sirius and their then friends.

"I think he knew that, knows. Told me you intimidated him."

"Me? Intimidating? Little old me?"

"Oh, get off that high horse."

"Hm, high stag, you mean."

"Oh, yes. Definitely." A beat. "Are you being treated well?" Regulus never had to ask if there was anyone. Anyone who knew James in and out would recognise the happiness in his vocal tone alone, making the older smile that Regulus still knew him well enough to know he was happy.

"Yes. I've caught myself a Viking."

"I'm glad. I'm so… I'm so happy for you, Jamie."

"As I am for you."

"Thank you. For keeping your promise and being my best man. For helping me with our parents." James wanted to tell him that it wasn't him who had assured that their parents would be there, but he let it slide, just happy that Regulus was living his life.

"I'll take it you're back in England?"

"No, we decided to stay in Greece for a bit. We're actually in the bar Evan found you in."

"Is this supposed to be a full circle moment? Because my flight's not supposed to be for another few hours."

"We can wait or come back here, Jamie. But we want to welcome you home."

"Oh." There was comfortable silence between them for a few minutes, to each their own, before Regulus spoke again.

"I'll always love you. You know that, right?"

"Of course, Reggie. I've loved you from Leonis Vega to Regulus Arcturus and have had no regrets since."

"Okay."

"Okay."

"Come home to us, James."

And come home he did. With Remus' fingers entwined with his, their bags in hand, they came home.

Home was his house in Greece.

Home was his friends waiting for him at the very bar he ran from.

Home was Remus Lupin's hands.

Home was the love he had for all of them.

He was home.

FIN.

[rize-is-writing]

hiiiii!! can i request a romantic matchup with genshin impact? i prefer to be match with men pls thanks!

im 18 yrs old and my pronouns are they/them and im intp-t and my zodiac sign is virgo.

my personality: im really shy and kind of awkward when socializing others bcos im not really good interacting with them so i just stay in the sideline where i observe people and their behavior and thats the reason why people depict me as intimidating and hard to approach and also bcos of my stoic expression too but when im with my close friends, im really bubbly and more comfortable with them. im really quite moody sometimes and i also tend to overthink things. i always listen to my friends whenever they're having a problem and just be there for them sometimes pitching in some advice now and then. im also the type of person to run away from their problems and tend to push people away bcos i dont want to burden them, i also laugh at small things, im also the type of person to read a body language very well bcos of my observant nature. i also get insecure with my appearance too

my hobbies/likes includes writing stories and reading books, poetry composition, learning about stars and outer space, watching horror videos on yt, staying up all night writing down my ideas about my next stories, sleeping, i also have a fascination to ocean and i tend to stare at it, dark academia, i also like abandoned places especially if its haunted, i also love any sweets related to matcha green tea, i also like dark clothes, i like simple baggy sweaters and jeans, i really love a meadow full of lavenders

my dislikes are loud people including loud places too, vegetables (depends on my mood), cheaters and playboys, worms, hot weather, arrogant people

that's all and thank you!

- 🍂 anon

I found your match! Come to meet them, c'mon c'mon!

I will be honest, since you both have this small problem of awkwardness and being seen as intimidating about it, I kinda thought you and Cyno were similar on that regard. Two negatives can only make a positive, if math doesn't fail us. Cyno is also as observant as you are, always conscious of people and his sorroundings.

After warming up he is a bit more chill as he is with his friends, also a pleasant company to have (excluding the dad jokes, unfortunately you gotta be patient with them). Don't be worried about telling him what's bothering you: Cyno is a smart man in my opinion, as many who come out the Akademiya, maybe not academically or book smart, but I know he can use logic and rationality enough to help you.

Also, you said about horror and abandoned spaces? How about desert dates? Cyno knows desert well enough (otherwise why would he be shirtless all time) to go back and forth to the desert when he has free time at hand. I know it looks like a chore because all the walking, the sand and the sun, but he can be well prepared! With all the pyramids around the desert and abandoned tombs, he would have a lot of scary stories about possessions and curses to tell while you explore around. Also during the night, wouldn't be sweet to look at the night sky at the oasis?

Also about your little running from problems, I don't think Cyno would be one to let you metaphorically run away. You can try but you can't run. I know it sounds bad saying it this way but Cyno is a blunt man, and confrontation isn't something he's scared of for sure, and quick to notice your any change in your attitude and also quick to confront you about it as soon as possible.

Hope you like it!

[alheria]

Fresh wind on a hot day (8/9)

It was finally happening.

Today, they are bonding. Forming an unbreakable emotional connection. Making a clear statement about their relationship. Becoming a family.

The couple barely slept the night before, Buck overly excited, Jim uncomfortably warm from the upcoming heat. Which led them to binge-watching some oddly entertaining baking show before passing out around the sunrise. They stayed asleep until early afternoon when the firefighter woke up feeling himself burn. Just like the last time, despite his temperature running high, the Omega gravitated towards his partner, unconsciously seeking skin-to-skin contact. He was half-lying on the Alpha’s chest, using his shoulder for a pillow, one arm and leg thrown across his body in a very close, firm embrace.

-A little needy, aren't we? -Buck hummed, fondly brushing through the short strands, enjoying the rare soft side of his usually dominant, reserved boyfriend.

-Only a little. -Street mumbled, adjusting himself slightly. As he shifted, the younger man noticed something fairly interesting that made his heart beat a bit faster.

-You're hard. -he whispered, his unoccupied hand moving towards that perky ass he greedily grabbed and pulled higher onto his hip, causing the cop to moan quietly when his erect penis grazed the hard surface. -May I help? -suggested, already sliding their underwear down. Jim only nodded in response, still not fully awake but responsive enough to help Buck free his own, already aroused cock. A loud whimper escaped him once the Alpha joined their shafts, and began to slowly jerk them off while basking in the more prominent, sweeter scent as the Omega showered his abnormally sensitive neck with lazy kisses. -Does it feel good? -he murmured, feeling pleasure flood his body way stronger than normally. It was a classic early heat sign, increased libido, which meant they were about to have a lot more of this quick, messy sex in the next few hours.

-Very. -whined the officer, too overwhelmed to think straight. The insanely erotic noises he was making were driving the firefighter absolutely crazy. So he sped up the hand movement, suspecting neither would've lasted long anyway.

-Come with me. -Buck growled, his lowered tone unusually demanding. Balancing on the edge of blissful release, Street spilled instantly, unable to ignore the order, promptly followed by his boyfriend. -Well, that's a great way to start a day. -the younger man murmured once he could breathe again, capturing Jim's lips in a tender kiss.

-Sooo great. -the Omega smiled in satisfaction. -Will be even better if you make me breakfast. -he purred, reaching for another kiss. It wasn't possible for an Alpha to ignore such a request, which the cop was obviously aware of, unashamedly abusing his power. The firefighter could only get up and comply, nevertheless, tremendously happy his partner feels comfortable enough around him to embrace his nature a little.

-On it, princess.

---

Buck loved cooking for people he cherished, especially ones who wouldn’t eat properly if he didn’t feed them. It was astonishing how Street and Luca managed to live together for so long with zero cooking skills between them. But that meant the Alpha could fulfil his "duty to provide" at least in this small aspect, by making decent, homemade food for his otherwise very independent Omega.

-No pants type of day, huh? -he remarked, watching his freshly showered, crazy handsome boyfriend walk down the stairs wearing only underwear. Normally, this sight wouldn't faze him at all, the officer being a very shirtless person on the hotter days, although affected by the heat, his hands itched to get themselves on that muscular body, trace the chiseled abs as he fucked into that nicely round ass. Ugh, so horny.

-I'll melt if I put on any more clothing. -Jim rolled his eyes, sitting on the tall stool. He was so glad this was the last time he had to deal with this utter bullshit. Heat serves essentially only one, idiotic purpose: to coerce an Alpha into bonding because there is no better way to find a lifelong partner than by making them sexually obsessed with you, right? Maybe it was useful in the past or something but now was surely causing mostly trouble, at least for Street who hated having to take time off work to go through being horribly warm and wildly horny every four months for a few days. So after today, he won’t need to even think about it ever again. Thank God.

-I'm not complaining! -the younger man assured, handing his partner a full plate. -I surely enjoy the view. -he then hummed, immediately earning himself a rather displeased, a tad worried look. Fuck. -Aaaand I'm off to the shower, so you can eat peacefully. -sighed heavily, laying a rushed kiss on the dark hair as he left the kitchen. Couldn’t stop himself from doing at least that.

The cop was grateful his partner quickly realised he’s getting a little too eager to stay in his presence and decided to give him some safe space. Not every Alpha was this considerate when facing an Omega in heat, so it felt really nice knowing this is an especially healthy relationship built on mutual, deep respect of personal boundaries.

Once he finished his food, which was as always absolutely fucking amazing, Street went back upstairs to chill in bed, where they planned to spend the whole day anyway. It was a matter of minutes really before he'd be ready to go again. Correction, seconds.

-What are you laughing at? -the firefighter asked upon exiting the bathroom, not entirely dry and shamelessly naked except for a small towel casually hung around the narrow hips. He looked so breathtakingly hot, it should be considered a crime.

-Chris. -Jim explained vaguely, showing Buck a picture of his fully-clothed best friend dead asleep across the bed, a fluffy grey cat curled up on her back. -She would've killed us if she knew this was a thing. -added. Amelia and him were seriously risking it all by sending each-other funny photos of her scary girlfriend on a regular basis.

-Undeniably. -the Alpha chuckled, climbing onto the bed and wrapping himself around his boyfriend’s waist. -You're so warm. -he observed, pressing his cheek to the muscular abdomen.

-I know, it's annoying. -Street groaned, his fingers instinctively entangling themselves into the bright, slightly moist strands.

-I love it though. -the younger man murmured, inhaling the strong, pleasant fragrance that made him harden a little while leaning into the delicate touch. -You already smell very different. -he informed, noticing the clear change in the always fresh, outdoor-like scent, which was now thick and sweet.

-Yeah? How? -the Omega wondered, starting to get aroused too, one palm slowly sliding through the nape down the arching spine.

-Addictive. -Buck responded, showering the shivering skin in kisses as he pulled himself up, his warm lips leaving a trace all the way to the neck he greedily sucked onto, leaving behind a dark mark. -Intoxicating. -added, now towering over his partner, hands holding the flushed cheeks, blue eyes glowing with desire. -Delicious. -he whispered, leaning down for a long, passionate kiss, the towel already on the floor. -A snack.

-Snacks are supposed to be eaten. -Jim licked his swollen lips, hunger clear in his gaze when he glanced at that large penis twitching dangerously close to his face. Unable to resist his urges, the cop grabbed the base of the erect shaft while shifting for better access, and to his Alpha’s satisfaction licked a long stripe before sucking onto the darkened head, making the firefighter groan loudly from the intense pleasure.

-Oh Lord, babe… -he growled, watching his cock effortlessly slide into the warm mouth as the wet tongue did its magic. -You’re so fucking good at it. -added, gently caressing the opened jaw. Street only hummed in response, sound waves vibrated through the oversensitive flesh, nearly forcing out a very premature orgasm. One that came shortly after, temporarily blinding his foggy sight while he spilled deep inside the officer’s contracted throat.

-Your turn. -Buck announced once his senses returned, moving himself in between those muscular thighs. With delight he was looking at that beautifully ripped, strong man shivering under his tender touch when his fingers traced the pronounced abs, slid towards the leaking cock but merely grazed its entirety, too focused on their journey to the sleek, needy hole.

-God, Buck! -the cop whined loudly, experiencing the euphoric sensation of two long fingers pressing themselves inside. It had no business being so fucking pleasurable, yet those digits working him open felt absolutely divine. -I need you in me. Like yesterday. -he demanded, hands wrapping around the blonde’s neck, legs around his waist.

The firefighter didn’t need to hear no more, he quickly lined up and effortlessly pushed himself in, causing them both to moan loudly in ecstasy as his penis smoothly spread the warm, wet insides. This was such an overpowering feeling, upon bottoming down he had to pause briefly to regain composure, and give his Omega a moment to remember how to breathe.

-Fuck, you’re so hot. -he growled, gazing into those hazy eyes before joining their lips in a heated kiss as his impatient hips began to slowly move but picking the pace up fast. Neither cared about perhaps taking it slower, making it a more romantic experience, all they wanted was to "scratch the itch".

-Deeper. -Jim whimpered, feeling himself balancing on the orgasm's narrow edge, his nails painfully digging into the firefighter's back. The younger man immediately withdrew almost fully and thrust right back in, a movement he started repeating, hearing the adorable noises of satisfaction escaping his partner's throat. He was close too, his dick desperate to spill inside those tightly squeezed walls. It happened soon, rapidly, their bodies spasmed violently, locking them in a firm hold while they experienced the overpowering, intense pleasure.

-Damn, I’m gonna miss that hot heat sex. -Street sighed once they calmed down, rolling himself to lie on his belly whilst the Alpha finally dropped onto the mattress, his arms burning from bearing his weight the whole time. -But I’m more than happy to sacrifice a mind-blowing orgasm once in a while to get rid of this pathetic weakness. -he clarified, seeing his boyfriend's mildly surprised gaze.

-I’ve read that regular sex gets better after bonding. -Buck wisely informed, reassuringly patting his Omega's naked butt.

-Does it? Fuck yeah, it’s already so good, it’s gonna be fucking incredible. -the smiling officer exhaled with relief, stretching his sore muscles. -Shower? -he suggested while slowly getting up, not keen on staying in this sweaty, sticky state. Sharing the discomfort, the firefighter eagerly grabbed the offered hand and happily followed his boyfriend to the bathroom.

---

The next few hours the couple spent continuing watching the baking competition they failed to finish at night while eating snacks, too lazy to make proper lunch regardless of planning on doing so before bonding, knowing well-enough they will be dead exhausted after. 

-Can you bake something for me tomorrow? -the cop wondered, gazing at some deliciously looking cake shown on the screen. Despite not liking sweets too much, from time to time, usually after seeing some goodies on TV, he craved an overwhelmingly sweet dessert to fulfil that rare need.

-I dunno, maybe. -the Alpha yawned, his cheek plastered to the chiselled abdomen serving for a poor pillow replacement. He already decided what he’s going to bake last night, aware all those cooking shows will surely awaken a craving.

-Seriously? Not even bonded yet, and you already stopped trying to keep me? -Jim rolled his eyes, playfully ruffling the messy bright strands.

-Perhaps us finally bonding could serve as a motivation. -the blonde murmured, proceeding to lazily stretch his unbearably stiff limbs, a painful consequence of lying in one position for definitely way too long. -Wanna fuck me? -he then offered rather nonchalantly, suggestively wiggling his perky ass. Street snorted loudly in amusement. Of course he wanted to fuck Buck. Why was this even a question, not a direct order? He always wanted to fuck him. So obviously, he immediately untangled himself from the embrace, and in no time was kneeling over those weirdly long legs, forcefully tugging on the boxers to quickly get them out of the way.

-You could cooperate a little. -he huffed, struggling to remove the obstructing clothing without his partner moving his heavy hips up.

-Nope, letting myself be taken care of. -the younger man mumbled, allowing himself to turn into a mindless puddle because for once he didn’t need to be an “overachiever” who only gives, never takes.

-Spoiled fucker. -the officer snorted, finally throwing the underwear aside as he leaned down to trail kisses and occasional bruises along the relaxed spine, ending the expedition with a juicy bite to the soft cheek, which made the bratty firefighter simultaneously gasp and giggle. The Omega then licked the irritated flesh before pulling away to fetch the lube. -I might be fucking you too often, actually. -he observed, watching his wet finger easily slide all the way in, promptly joined by a second one. -Barely any resistance. -mused, curiously spreading those digits far apart, causing the blonde to whine loudly.

-Babe…please! -the firefighter begged, his mind starting to get foggy. -I can’t wait any longer! I want to belong to you already! -he whimpered, feeling a strange tingle in his nape, a persistent itch that could only get scratched by a very specific set of teeth.

-With pleasure, my love. -Jim whispered right into his boyfriend’s ear, quickly lubricating his own cock, which soon filled the younger man's warm insides. He was overflowing with joy after hearing his partner's desire to be marked first, even though by common standards, the Omega should be completing the bond. His dominant position in their relationship has been officially confirmed. -Thank you for choosing me.

-And thank you for following me into the bathroom like some creepy perv. -Buck laughed, earning himself a not-so-gentle slap to that one wounded butt cheek. Which hurt quite a bit and nearly made him come at the same time.

-Shut up. -Street snorted before pressing a long kiss to the exposed neck he was about to forever decorate with his unique mark, his hips at last starting to move, rhythm slow and steady. -I love you.

-Mhm. -the Alpha hummed, closing his eyes and trying to relax despite the excitement causing his poor, overflowing with affection heart to beat crazy fast. It didn’t help that the arousal promptly joined the fierce emotional flood, pushing his body to its limits. -I love you too.

The moment the officer's sharp teeth punctured the delicate skin, a small explosion occurred in the firefighter's mind, causing all his muscles to spasm while every single nerve experienced indescribable pleasure, a sensation doubled, if not tripled, by intense orgasm rolling through him upon his boyfriend cursing loudly when he came, his release sped up by the strong contractions. Floating on euphoric waves, Buck basked in the familiar scent and fond kisses suddenly showering his shaking shoulders.

-How does it feel? -Jim asked, gently outlining the bleeding wound with delicate pecks as he waited for the other man to come back from wherever he was. -Any different than usual?

-Beautiful. -the blonde exhaled once his senses returned, slowly turning to the side. -But incomplete. -he added, cupping his partner’s nape while they looked each-other in the eyes. -Missing a half. 

-Then you should fix the issue right away. -the Omega suggested, tenderly rubbing the firefighter’s flushed jaw.

-Yessir. -Buck smirked, instantaneously joining their lips in a sweet, lazy kiss. They still needed some time to rest and regenerate, but thanks to the heat magic, it didn't take long. Merely a few minutes later, he flipped them around, now Street was lying under him, bruised, although empty neck just begging to be properly marked. His already hard penis easily slipped inside, whilst hands slid under the muscular chest and pulled the cop up to kneeling position. He licked the sensitive flesh as his hips fucked into that perky ass, making the officer cry out loud in euphoric pleasure and shed tears when he bit into the skin, leaving his permanent signature.

The orgasm that hit them upon completing the bond was nothing like anything they’ve ever experienced. Jim felt himself fall onto the mattress, crushed under the Alpha’s weight while their worlds shattered into tiny pieces, revealing the realm of mind-blowing ecstasy where the only sensation in existence was pleasure. Pleasure so powerful, they found themselves lost in this incredible state for nearly half an hour before their brains began to operate in the correct dimension, bringing them back to the version in which they were finally one.

-We're…forever now. -Buck whispered in pure amusement, struggling to comprehend the present reality in which he finally was in a happy, healthy relationship that was sure to last forever. -No take backs! -he exclaimed, making Street laugh. The cop was overwhelmed too, unsure how he got so fucking lucky to find that perfect guy in the most random of circumstances.

-No take backs. -the older man smiled softly. There was no way he would ever give up on what they had. It was too precious to lose. -Can you lie the fuck down please? -he then asked, his cooling down body in desperate need for skin-to-skin contact after such an emotional experience.

-Of course! -the firefighter gasped, realising he’s still hovering over his Omega, absently staring at the fresh bonding mark. He instantly shifted them around and in no time the officer was comfortably tucked in between his arms, exactly where he belonged. -Does that feel better?

-Yes. Thank you. -Jim murmured, pressing his nose to that beautifully smelling neck, slowly inhaling the warm, sunny scent. -Also, thanks for bonding with me.

-Pfft, right back at you. -the blonde chuckled, fondly rubbing the relaxing under his touch spine. -You should get some sleep, babe. -he suggested, hearing his partner yawn quietly.

-That's the plan. -the cop agreed, unable to even consider showering, too physically and mentally exhausted to bother. All he wanted now was to take a nice, long nap in his Alpha's affectionate embrace. -I'm so glad we did it.

-Me too. -Buck hummed, pressing a fond kiss to the messy, sweaty hair of a person he considered to be his one true love. -I'm beyond excited to spend my whole life with you.

[leemalkovich]

izaakwclker​:

Izaak doesn’t know who it says more about that his first instinct when Lee steps up to him is to lean back slightly. Call it a force of habit, but historically speaking, there was often a solid chance that Lee was closing the gap between them to sink a knife further into his flesh – old habits die hard, even when Izaak feels good about the fact he’s walking away with both kidneys tonight. 

Perhaps even more alarming than the knife Lee could put in his back, however, is the embrace Izaak receives instead. It hurts on impact, Izaak’s head colliding harshly with Lee’s chest, but then it’s over as soon as it begins. This is Lee showing affection, Izaak recognizes that much, but it still looks slightly off, like a puzzle piece getting forced into the wrong slot.

“This is a nice fucking place,” Izaak says as he steps in, looks around. “Do I want to know how much they pay you to slit throats and make jokes?” Izaak drifts naturally towards the large windows after so long spent in the dark. He doesn’t acknowledge Lee’s questions at first, just watches life pass by for all the people in the city below him, the night’s mist casting a serene eeriness. Up here, the New Yorkers look like bugs – from this view, it’s easy to contrive how Lee has smushed so many of them throughout his life. 

He finally looks back at Lee. “I ate, yeah,” Izaak replies. “I could do a drink, though. Whatever you have that’s cold.” And then, Izaak remembers a luxury he’s lived far too long without: “Holy fuck, espresso. Do you own an espresso machine? I don’t need that Italian shit, I’ll take bodega quality or lower.”-

—

Before the arrest, the last time Lee had seen Izaak, he had stabbed a stigmata through the palm of his hand. Pure evil, tangible darkness. It doesn’t matter how many times they’d touched hands across the steel table of a visitor’s room, or spoken in code before the guards — violence would always be intimate, too.

“Somewhere between ' far too much',” Lee says, “and not nearly enough.” The contents of his apartment are a mix of expensive things — the cameras, the rare books, the paintings, the photographs — and objects most wouldn't find any value in; odd things he'd collected over the decades and his clueless dog Hank. The Italian greyhound watches them from some corner of the room, not a fucking thought behind those beady eyes.

Lee’s already in the kitchen, getting ice for their glasses, when the request comes. It's an open space, hardly any walls between rooms, so the conversation flows without losing sight of the other.

“I do, darling.” The traditional, barista kind — not the stuff out of George Clooney commercials. Lee likes processes. He shoots analog and spends hours in the developing room, he butchers his own meat, pulls his own espresso. "But it's bloody night-time, innit. I'll make you one in the morning."  

The drink is delivered as Lee approaches him by one of the large windows. They contrast starkly now, Izaak dressed to impress in his orange clothes, Lee wearing a dark pair of jeans but otherwise shirtless and barefoot in his own home.

Once Izaak takes the glass, Lee's hand is free to hook behind his neck and pull him into a kiss. How long had it been since their lips touched? Too long. It's deliberate, hungry, but quick — like something he just needed to get it out of his system.

“Did you miss me?” Lee’s rage — his relentless challenge. His independent figure, perfect to rise up against. His blade, the mouth paired with the blade, the obsession that comes with it. The salt and the wound, the salt in the wound. A smile and, “I’ve missed you.” Beat. "Welcome back, love."

[jflare205]

I imagined that Shutai would get incredibly uncomfortable if girls were to swarm him like this. Granted, he’s proud of his body, but who likes getting handled like that??? XDDD Another excuse to practice muscles. Enjoy!

[carletes]

after the lights in le castellet

Carlos Sainz was in a good mood. That was nice, no? All things considered, he ought to have been stuck in his own head, staring at his own navel, fixated on his feet, giving over-wrought responses to simple questions for the simple reason of control. And maybe his responses were still over-wrought - weren't they always, in fairness? That's just who Carlos was: a chronic analyzer - but he was happy. Content. Confident.

How nice.

Still, he had a bone to pick, and it was with a smile on his face that he pushed open his hotel room door. Of course, Lando was within, speaking on the phone. Carlos kicked off his shoes, pulled off his shirt - it was hot - and stood against a wall, waiting. Lando, somehow not shirtless, looked at Carlos askance and grinned.

"Sorry, mum, I gotta scarper. Yeah. Yeah. I'll tell him you say hi."

Carlos blew a kiss, and Lando laughed and added, "He's sending you kisses. Yeah. I will. Love you too."

Lando hung up and tossed his phone onto the bed. He smirked at Carlos.

"Hi."

"You," Carlos said, and Lando immediately grinned wider, "are a brat. Yes?"

"Am I? Lando asked, and he had the audacity to lay down, his lovely, long arms stretched out above his head. Dios, his Lando was beautiful. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Carlos sighed, walking over to the bed. Even lying down, Carlos could see the stubborn, unapologetic way Lando held his body: chin thrust out, watching Carlos through his eyelashes, a lopsided smile on his still-red lips.

"Do you know what is about to happen?" Carlos asked, and he straddled Lando's hips, careful not to press his groin against Lando's. Lando made the barest noise of displeasure at the lack of contact but he still shook his head.

"Mate, how'm I supposed to know when I have no idea what you're on about? Dunno when I was being a brat."

Of course, Carlos had known immediately that it was Lando who'd thrust an umbrella between his thighs. He wouldn't have tightened his thighs around the umbrella otherwise, wouldn't have immediately lunged for the perpetrator. What would he have done, had Lando not managed to wriggle his umbrella free and dance out of the way?

Admittedly, probably grabbed hold of Lando and kissed his face until they were too dizzy to hear the scandalized gasps. So it was probably a good thing that he hadn't caught Lando.

Carlos snaked a hand beneath his husband, cupping his ass roughly. Lando gasped, the twinkle in his eyes brighter now, and Carlos leaned down to bite Lando's earlobe. "Then you must take my word for it," he purred, and Lando shivered and exhaled.

Strawberry.

Carlos pulled back and Lando looked back at him, curious. Carlos grinned and took hold of Lando's lovely chin, his thumb resting in the dimple between his lower lip and chin. His lips were bright red, delicious, and when Lando parted his lips, Carlos could see that his tongue was red too.

"But you wanted the red, no?" Carlos asked, his voice softer, and Lando blinked at him.

"How'd you know?"

Carlos grinned, resisting the urge to suck Lando's lip, taste it for himself. "Buxton told me. After I picked orange. He said something about Carlando. I smiled like an idiot, I think."

Lando blinked again. Then his eyes widened. He grabbed Carlos' face and laughed, his head thrown back, and said, "Jesus Christ. They'll figure it out any day. Any fucking day."

Carlos laughed too, kissing Lando's cheeks, his nose, dusting his lips across Lando's face like so many freckles. "It is amazing they have not already. So," Carlos said, pressing his nose against Lando's. His hand was still on Lando's ass, and he squeezed, making Lando moan and shiver. "A little red? A little Ferrari, eh? That is what you want?"

Lando made a face, but tellingly, his eyes were still dark. "You're so fucking lame," he breathed, but when Carlos ghosted his lips - orange, still, he thought - over Lando's, Lando's lips parted for him.

"Ah, but amor," Carlos cooed, and when he pressed - finally - his hips against Lando's, Lando threw his head back and moaned long and desperate. Heat against heat. Hard. "I must still get you back for being a brat."

This time, instead of resisting, Lando just ran the tip of his red tongue against his red lip and whispered, "Kiss me. Please."

Carlos did. And Lando's mouth felt, tasted better than any ice lolly for the heat.

[mxthtea]

oh hey another one of my own ideas *shoves my 12 req to the side*

scara x gn!lreader / cyno x gn!reader warnings: scars, touching said scars, reader's shirtless (nothing described), mentions of past injuries and battles, the boys are so ooc they might as well just be an oc, written before scara n cyno's releases, grammar + spelling mistakes, lowercase writing, tell me if i forgot any description: his touch felt nice against your cheek, running across one of your many scars placed there. you tilted your face into his palm and kissed his hand. you loved him, just as he loved all of you. word count: 1.4k beginning: 185 scara: 603 cyno: 642

(i dont have a cyno banner yet)

his touch feels so nice against you. as one of his arms is wrapped around you with the other reaching up to your face. his touch was gentle as it glided across your skin. he stopped at your collarbone, lightly tracing over a mark that went across it. you couldn't remember how you got it. it wasn't one of the deeper ones, so you just forgot about it.

his hand moved up to one on your neck. it wasn't one of the worst either but you remember the story behind it, you bet he remembers too. you felt his arms get the slightest bit tighter around you. his thumb rubbed against it for a few seconds before finally moving up to your face. there were scratches he ran his fingers over. a scratch that went across your nose that you got from hilichurls. it wouldn't scar at least.

his touch felt nice against your cheek, running across one of your many scars placed there. you tilted your face into his palm and kissed his hand. you loved him, just as he loved all of you.

scaramouche

scaramouche is always unusually quiet in these times. you always wondered why but never bothered to ask him, just in case it was something sensitive to him. you'd wait if he ever wanted to tell you.

scara's hand moved from your cheek, wrapping it around your back as he brought you close to him. he tucked his head into you bare shoulder. he wasn't usually like this, but it was nice.

"do you have a long mission soon?" you asked.

you moved your hand up into his hair as he leaned further into your shoulder.

"...no," he replied. his arms tightened around you as he tried to get you even closer to him.

you nodded as you continued to run your hands through his hair. his hands moved across your back and felt across the scars there too.

"your own soldiers aren't that kind," you joked.

there was a burn that was close to your shoulder, the one scara was laying his head on. you remember the burn it gave, and the anger and concern in scara's voice that day.

"i know," he whispered. his hand ghosted over the burn before he laid his hand on it.

"your skin is so smooth compared to mine… clean in a way."

the harbinger had way less scars compared to you. he had a few across his skin, you always found them nice. you'd compliment them when you could and lightly kiss them. sometimes he'd complain about it, though the smallest bit of red on his cheeks proved you otherwise.

"yet yours has more of a story to tell…" scara said, "how you seem to always make it through the worse. and also a reminder for me scold you more when you come back with blood all over you and your weapon cut in half."

you chuckled at the last part, you even felt a small smile form on scara's face against your shoulder.

"i guess that is true, but i bet yours is nicer to hold though. your skin is soft."

"who said you weren't nice to hug?"

"well i just thought about it -"

"shush, you feel fine."

you let out an amused breath as scara didn't reply any further. you weren't wrong really, scara was nice to hold. his skin felt soft, smooth, you'd be lying if you said you weren't jealous at times when you thought about it. who knew a harbinger, someone who gets orders from the tsaritsa herself, could still look as clean as ever. seemingly untouched by some battles somehow. though you knew that part was completely false.

"you are completely fine," scara said, "i see no problem with how you feel to hold. you're… nice."

well you didn't completely expect that. it was a nice surprise though. you leaned further into scara's touch as the room went silent again. it was a welcomed one though, a silence to bask in each others presence.

he'd hold you like this for a bit longer, running his hands across your skin and tracing your scars. he was amazed you'd let him see you in your bare form. but he was thankful as well, having you trust in him. soon he'd fall asleep against you again, after finally tracing every part of you again as well. you'd wish him goodnight and lay down with him to slowly drift off to sleep next to him.

he was thankful for the amount of trust you had for him, and you were thankful for him to love every piece of you as he did. even the marked and scarred skin of yours. he loved you, truly.

cyno

cyno was a scholar, one that wouldn't travel often. you on the other hand, traveled a lot across teyvat. yet you'd always come back to him. it's no wonder you'd come back with scars on your body and blood on your face. that doesn't mean it didn't worry him though.

"is your nose okay?" cyno whispered.

"mhm, just a small scratch from fighting hilichurls. reported it to the knights when i went to talk to lisa," you said.

"is lisa doing alright?"

"yep, lazy as ever. we had some tea together, it was nice."

cyno nodded as he ran his hand across your face. his touch felt so gentle against you, he could never hurt you then. and he would never hurt you either.

you felt his other hand move downward. down from your stomach and to your thigh. there was another large-ish scar laying there.

"couldn't walk for a while after getting this one, as you probably remember," you laughed dryly. the memories were still present.

the scholar didn't respond, simply running his hands across the scar. he remembered you having to stay in bed for a long time after getting captured by those treasure hoarders. he didn't expect them to be so violent, but at least cyno was able to track you down in time.

his hand moved abruptly from your thigh to your face, cradling your face in both of his hands.

"cyno? is there something wrong?"

"no, not at all," as all he said.

he kissed your forehead. then he kissed the top of your nose, then both of your cheeks, and finally moved to your lips. it was sweet and quick, just like you're used to. but the quick kiss was full of love and adoration of you, something you could tell easily from cyno.

"i hate seeing you get hurt, you know?" he said, pulling away from you slightly. "the times i've seen you come home with bandages across you chest, arms, face, and legs even. it hurts to see."

you leaned into his touch, letting out a deep breath in thought. you did feel bad for worrying him, coming home all of the time battered up with bruises and scratches across your body. you felt bad each time it happened. cyno was a busy man after all.

"i'm sorry cyno… truly. i don't mean to worry you," you whispered against him.

the scholar leaned closer to you, touching his forehead against yours.

"i just don't want to see you get irreversibly injured… to be stuck down to one place, it'd seem like torture to you. so i wish i could join you when you leave, but it is hard with where i am currently."

you moved your hands to remove cyno's hoodie, just so you could run your fingers through his long hair. you always thought it was beautiful.

"i'll try to stay safe for you. so i don't worry you as much."

"i am aware at times it is impossible to avoid injury. but i ask of you, please look out for yourself as well."

you took another deep breath in before replying, "i will, cyno."

he nodded against you, moving to once again kiss you. though this time it was longer than before. cyno once again wrapped his arms around you as he fell back into the bed. laying you on top of him as he waited to fall asleep with you with him once again.

he loved you, every part of you. he loved how you fought, how you never stood down to an opponent. just how you loved him as well. you loved how he always persevered in his academics, how well he did. how he never seemed to get truly mad at you for something. he loved each part of you, and you loved each part of him as well.

[xiaosmoon]

what tattoos they would have.

feat. childe, diluc, & kaeya.

warnings: none.

childe.

- i imagine him to be the type with a bunch of tattoos littered all over him in a modern au. but realistically? i could see him having a tattoo on his lower left side abdomen. it would be blank inked of his harbinger mask.

- he wouldn't ever show off his tattoo to you intentionally; mostly because he forgets it's even there. it's on the opposite side of his lil peep hole so you would probably never see it unless he's walking around shirtless.

- childe probably doesn't even remember why he got it in the first place. it's not like he's proud of being a harbinger, even though he uses his title to his advantage all the time. ("i am the 11th of the fatui harbingers. that's why. now go, fetch me something to eat.") more so a symbol of who he is. and that he shouldn't forget what he's done to get that position.

- the first time you see the tattoo you're a bit taken back and confused. why get a tattoo of his mask?

the both of you rarely get time to yourselves. with childe always on fatui business and you caught up in your own work, lounging around the house and doing absolutely nothing was a luxury. you were in the kitchen cooking up a lovely meal for childe and yourself. too focusing on deciding which seasoning you should use, the arms that were slowing making their way around your body surprised you. "hello." you smiled, adding paprika to your pot. childe had just gotten out of the shower and his head was resting on your shoulder, wet hair brushing against the crook of your neck. "ugh childe, you're wet." you wiggle out of his embrace and turn around to meet his figure.

"what are you cooking? smells delicious." childe peers into the pot behind you.

your cheeks heated up at the sight of him. shirtless. you were new to this relationship and this was your first ever time seeing him shirtless. you were quite afraid to speak, scared that your words would come out as a jumbled mess.

he looked beautiful like this. wet hair, bright blue eyes, built arms, and- wait. is that a tattoo? making it obvious that you were staring, childe flicked ur head playfully. "like what you see?" you roll your eyes at the cliche saying and turn back to your cooking.

"i like your tattoo." childe smiles at your comment and hops up on the counter next to you. "i got it a few months ago. i honestly forget it's still there sometimes."

"maybe i should get one and we can match!"

"absolutely not."

diluc.

- this man would absolutely have a tattoo of a bird and no one can tell me otherwise. i can see him going for more of a minimal look and would have one on his upper back. it would be a small bird, nothing too noticeable.

- like childe, diluc wouldn't show off his tattoo but for different reasons. partially because he regrets getting it.

- he also tends to forget about it because he can't see it.

- the first time you see his tattoo would be when you both hit the beach.

it was a very hot summer day, so what a better to do than spend it at the beach with your boyfriend? convincing diluc to come with you was no easy task. this man can physically not vacation. even to mention a vacation would send him into panic. "a vacation? now? but there's so much to do; i couldn't possibly pack up and leave. who's going to manage the orders coming in next week? and what about-"

yeah you get the idea.

but when eventually you were able to convince him, diluc was all in. and at the beach there was no way he would wear his daily attire. a heavy coat and covered head to toe? absolutely not. he was laying down next to you in nothing but a pair of swim shorts and you couldn't deny you enjoyed the view. it was rare for you to see diluc without heavy clothing and you definitely wouldn't mind seeing him like this more.

"diluc, do you want me to put sunscreen on you? i'm scared you're going to fry." you ask in a teasing manner. diluc smiles up at you sits up more. "it's alright dear i can do it myself. thank you for reminding me, i'm afraid i really would fry." with his pale ass i wouldn't let him go an hour without reapplying.

rubbing sunscreen all over himself, diluc meets a issue; not being able to get his back. "dear, would you mind?" his sheepish smile tells you what he needs. you motion him to turn his back to you and that's when you see it, his beautiful bird tattoo. you squirt some sunscreen into your hand and immediately start at the tattooed area. "i didnt know you had a tattoo." "hm? oh, i forgot about that thing."

you smile and continue rubbing until you're done. "it's pretty." diluc blushes a little at the comment. "thank you. now turn around, let me get your back."

kaeya.

- this man. this lovely man. if anyone would have a tattoo it would be him. and he wouldn't just have one, no, he would have two. one on the inner upper side of his left forearm, your birthday in roman numerals. the second one right on his boob (couldn't decide which one) of a pavo ocellus constellation and it would be very beautiful.

- i don't know why he got the pavo ocellus one, but he got the one of your birthday cause he loves you and says it's the "best day in the world." he would totally surprise you with it.

- i feel like kaeya is the type to have a meaningful tattoos and would also flaunt them.

- he'll be at the tavern taking to his drinking buddies and just bring up his tattoos. "hey did i ever tell you i got y/n's birthday tattooed on my arm? yeah! look!"

it was the day after your birthday and you were exhausted. amber threw a huge surprise party for you at angel's share and you were dancing and drinking all night, leaving you burnt out the next day.

jean allowed you the day off so you spent it at home, relaxing and writing thank you cards to everyone who brought you gifts. kaeya's gift to you was the prettiest of them all. a beautiful necklace with your favorite flower on it, made of pure diamonds. you weren't one for expensive jewelry but the one who gifted it to you made it worth it.

kaeya came home that evening with the dorkiest smile on his face. his usual sly and flirty demeanor was not present. "y/n, guess whattttt" he dragged out his words plopping next to you on the couch. you were a bit worried, you've never seen kaeya have the expression of a happy child who looks like they just bought all of the candy in the candy shop. "what is it?" you raise a brow at him. he throws out his arm in front of you quickly, making you flinch a bit. it takes a moment for you to see what he was showing you but oh my, what a beautiful tattoo.

it was your birthday. you look back up at him and smile. "that's very cute of you kae. looks like i'll just have to get your birthday on me too!"

his flirty dark smile makes its appearance again. "can i choose where?"

"no."

[sketchygainedyoursoul]

Oh no episode two whatever shall we do

guess what time it is @paranoidpug

i'm still sane. can't wait for that to become a thing of the past

anway

Part 1 + 3/4/5

ayo a superhero? already starting off odd

Sam appears to be slightly sane. impressive

Kiyu please, ignore three immature children who murdered multiple people's cries for disney land and just... lock up sam and put taurtis in therapy.

Kiyu can't remember shit I'm a real Kiyu kinnie

Taurtis: I like that hotel over there. Can we live in the hotel? Is that where we're going to live? Kiyu: *long pause* Kiyu: No

Sam oh my god stop being embarrased for Kiyu and just shut the fuck up

Kiyu: Pretend nothing happened Echoes!Grian: ah, my specialty (I'm not sorry)

Kiyu: *Worried for her job* Please don't tell Okami about this Taurtis: Yeah we'll keep it on the down low Sam: oooh nice umbrella

OH MY GOD NOT THE OLD MAN AGAIN

Sam: "I think he likes us" THAT'S GENERALLY NOT A GOOD THING SAMUEL

good bye i have ascended

give me your fucking house it's lovely

Taurtis i wouldn't eat that sushi if I were you

Okami didn't give Sam her number? good call honestly

oh my god they are going to get lost

I hope they meet Grian at the school, one, because I miss my boy, and two, because Grian should not share a house with Sam

okay, so, Kiyu is a student

Sam, about the kind woman helping him: She seems suspicious Sam, about the guy who probably tried to rape dom: seems fine idk

Dom is totally going to carry this season i can already see the strain the first episode took on him

Sam: DUDE WE HAVE A LIBRARY FOR KNOWLEDGE Me: *sobbing*

Dom has taken up his residence in the dumpster out back. *Salutes* respect to you, my king.

Taurtis suggesting Sam sleep in the basement which lacks a bed is the ultimate "you're sleeping on the couch tonight" move

Sam: I'll just cuddle up with your dead babies (In reference to the pufferfish sushi from last episode) Taurtis: well when you put it that way it sounds creepy Sam: No it doesn't

GIVE UP TRYING best poster ever

why is there a tokyo ghoul poster i'm scared

dude they get free computers what the hell

oh ym god the old guy is still there

damn sam fell asleep so fast teach me your ways

his snores concern me

how the fuck did sam change into his uniform in his sleep what

Heimlich maneuver? no. Heimlich dance? YEA BOY

okay so it's perpetually night here. fantastic

DOM BELOVED

oh he's shirtless okay why didn't he get a shirt?

dom's nipples are offensive to taurtis because they are "so off center"

WHY IS THERE A VENDING MACHINE IN THE BACK ALLEYS

I like Damakun's hair

dom don't bully the guy with nice hair ;w;

DON'T BEAT HIM UP SAM WHAY FUCK

Sam: Give me a high five Dom: *punches him* Sam: *dies* i'm not even kidding that happened lmao (11:37 episode two if anyone's interested)

wh... why is that building on fire?

i wish sam got hit by a car god damn

DOM DON'T BREAK INTO PEOPLE'S HOUSES

i like billy :)

that's a lot of vending machines

*gasp* did Taurtis just... jaywalk?????

Sam. The creepy and possibly perverted old guy following you around is not your friend unless i'm proven otherwise but probably not

HE'S IN THE GIRL PANTIES SHOP HOW IS HE NOT CREEPY

Taurtis: aww, I miss our old highschool. I bet this one's not even haunted! Sam: It might be haunted Sam: ...We can make it haunted Taurtis: Noo sam noo haha Me: oh fuck oh shit oh lordie lord

KIYUUU

Senor Loro? *uses combined knowledge of spanish and italian* SIR THEY

Dom: SenorLoro? sounds French

Why does he have a christmas sweater and a luchador mask on whay

OH THAT MUSTACHE

WHY IS SENORLORO HAVING THEM WRESTLE WHAT

HOLY SHIT HE'S BUFF

Dom is best fighter

WHY ARE THEY FIGHTING

why did sam pronounce gusto goosto what

Sam: I need to see my schedule taurtis! Taurtis: then give me the phone Negotiation 100

Kiya refused to wrestle the principal lmao

istg the principal had something to tell them and they just WALKED OFF

Greentama: Stop right there, criminals! Sam: We're not criminals, are we criminals? Me: *flashbacks to yhs* no, why would you ever think that?

and there it is. end of episode two.

god damn it pug what have you made me do